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This is... for science. ;)

CANT. STOP. SCREAMING.

thanks for feeding all the wolffe whores(me) today 😭

MINORS DNI!

have your cake

Wolffe brats are gonna have our cake and eat it too ;)

as promised, the Wolffe version of @blueink-bluesoul's chaotic Fox imagining; truly a fantasy for us all!

based on this glorious post

pairing: Wolffe x f!Reader

warnings: jealousy/possessive behaviour, brat taming, spanking, explicit sexual activity, ripping clothing

rating: explicit, minors DNI

words: 1.3k

read on AO3: here

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You knew how to get what you wanted, especially around Wolffe. It was always just a matter of waiting to see when your teasing would shatter his resolve.

“Can you stay tonight?” you whined; head perched on Wolffe’s broad shoulder. He chuckled softly, moving to peck a chaste kiss on your forehead before gently placing your head on his lap, your legs curled sideways on the couch.

He stroked your hair, closing his eyes, “I would if I could, little one, but we ship out tomorrow afternoon. I need to brief the men tonight.”

Your face turned to a pout, “Ugh. No fair. I should’ve picked a partner who’s less important to the GAR.”

His eyes flew open, a knowing glint assessing your mischievous smile. “Yeah? You’d rather be with a shiny?”

“Mmm I didn’t say I wanted a shiny… Maybe just someone who doesn’t work off-world.” There was a playful tone in your words, Wolffe surmised. But he didn’t know the half of it.

“Okay, mesh’la, you can come with me to put the request in. I’m sure the general will find it more than amusing.” He taunted, with the hint of a crooked smile forming.

You rose from your curled position on the couch, feigning sleepiness with an over-exaggerated yawn. “Plo would understand. He loves me.”

Wolffe rolled his eyes, and you took that as your sign to strike. Turning away from him, you stretched your arms out, to the side and then above your head, hands clasping together as you reached upwards. Your movements allowed your t-shirt to creep up slightly, hem resting at your belly button as you stretched. Silence hung in the air.

“What the fuck are those?”

“Hm, what?” You turned back slowly to face Wolffe, whose grimace was decidedly devoid of any playfulness.

You gazed over your shoulder, down at the backside of your shorts, which spelled out ‘Property of the Coruscant Guard,’ in red lettering that contrasted sharply against the white fabric. You harnessed a perfectly angelic expression back at him.

“Oh. I totally forgot about that. The colours just match this shirt.”

“Really?” He deadpanned.

“Mhm.”

He brought his eyes down slowly to focus on where his large hands rested on his thighs. Calmly, but with a dangerous edge to his gravelly voice, Wolffe chided, “You know the rules. Brats get punished.”

The warning lit a fire up your spine.

“Too bad you have to leave, though.” You answered, with a tilt of your head.

“I don’t need long for what I’m going to do to you.” He said, rising from the couch. Stepping to tower over where you looked up at him, his lips twisted to a wicked smile. “And when I leave,” he ducked down to bring his lips to caress your ear, “You’re going to have plenty of reminders to be on your best behaviour when I return.”

Wolffe’s serious tone fanned the flames in your belly. Things were going exactly as planned, and you both seemed to recognize it.

“Yes, sir.” You darted out your tongue to wet your lips.

His eyes roamed your face. “Oh, the things I’d like to do to that disobedient mouth.”

Pursing your lips, you considered a moment. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” All at once, Wolffe swept you up over his shoulder, hands supporting firmly on your ass — an ass covered in your strategically deployed tease. The mere idea of inducing Wolffe’s jealousy had made you unreasonably aroused earlier. Now? Absolutely soaked.

You giggled as he transported you both to the bedroom. He swatted a hand sharply over the globe of your ass, proceeding to toss you back on the bed.

“Turn over. Elbows.” This was commander Wolffe, his directions non-negotiable. You did as he said, resting your head and elbows on the plush mattress, knees spread, ass in the air.

“God. I can see how wet you are for me, princess. Your cunt is drenching those fucking shorts. Just for me. Remind me to tell Fox about that when I return ‘em.”

“Yes, sir,” you breathed out. The shorts, thin and flimsy, did nothing to shield your core from the coolness of the night air. They also couldn’t protect you from the ferocity promised by Wolffe’s voice. Ever daring, you rocked your hips faintly.

Your boldness was met with a firm answer. You gasped as you felt his hands charge to your waistband, and in an instant, the shorts and your panties were decisively shredded. Wolffe’s muscular fists discarded the halves of fabric on either side of you.

“Hey!” You snapped, indignant at the action.

SMACK

“Ah!”

SMACK SMACK

“Shit!” You cried. Ass stinging from his firm spanks, you twisted your head back.

“Brats get punished.” Wolffe repeated. From where he loomed behind you, you could see his mismatched eyes glint devilishly in the twilight sinking through the bedroom windows. He was still half-stripped of his armour, as was normal when he visited your apartment. You marvelled at the way his blacks outlined every corded muscle in his upper body. His legs were still armoured in the white and grey plastoid he kept meticulously maintained. And of course, the kama. God. His kama. You didn’t know whether it was the physical or symbolic power it seemed to pledge but catching the way it swayed from Wolffe’s strong torso excited you to no end.

He approached, and you shivered when his hands found the sensitive bounds of your sex. Tracing fingers, teasing at the very edges of your folds, Wolffe’s purposeful movements indicated an onslaught of the most unparalleled pleasure.

Wolffe punctuated your anticipation, pressing two fingers against the slick entrance of your cunt. You whimpered at the unexpected sensitivity.

“Look how wet you are for me. It’s filthy.”

Gathering your wetness, he stroked his fingers slowly downwards, stopping at the slightest graze of your tender clit. You bucked your hips at the loss of contact.

“So needy, huh? Do you want something?”

“Mmm.” You moaned, delirious from desire.

“Use your words, little one. That clever mouth is what got you here.” He chuckled darkly, wiping his slicked fingers across your exposed ass.

“Please touch me. I-I want you.” You whined.

“I’m right here,” Wolffe said, thick arms crossing over his chest, “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

“Please… I want to come, sir. Want you to make me come.” It was a pathetic, desperate plea. But you trusted him with your entirety. He would oblige if you complied.

“Much better, princess. Head back down.”

Returning your face to the mattress, you inhaled sharply as he resumed tending to your soaking cunt. Two fingers slicked in an instant, he pumped them at a punishing pace. He reached his other hand around and under you, precisely circling the precious bundle of nerves.

“See what happens when you behave? Good girls get to come.”

Wolffe’s fingers on your clit circled faster, drawing excruciating ecstasy from your throat.

“Oh! God!” You wailed, the pressure in your core overtaking all sense.

“That’s it, cyare, be my good girl. Come on my fingers. Show me how good I make you feel.” You imagined the smirk resting on his face, pure pride at how well he could undo you.

“Fuck. Wolffe. Please!” His name amongst your sobs propelled him. The obscene noises coming from his work at your cunt were magnified, and you were ruined.

“Now, mesh’la. Come.” His command crashed through your core, every nerve in every part of your body at the mercy of his will. Waves of pleasure rocked within you. You were utterly wrecked, gasping as Wolffe’s fingers agonized your pussy. At the edge of overstimulation, he ceased. Leaving you panting, he chuckled again, admiring his good work.

“Th-thank you.” You managed,

“Thank you, darling. Love seeing how good my bratty girl can be. When she wants.” He sank down next to you, sweeping your body into soft embrace. Stroking the side of your hip, he admired the redness blooming, a reminder of your calculated disobedience, and the only remaining claim on your body. His claim. Nobody else’s.

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HNGGGG I WENT WILD WITH THIS ONE, LMK WHAT YOU THINK

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wowowowowow i have been CRAVING mayday smut like this, this was amazing 🙃

HI ITS THE REX ANON AND OH MY GOD YOU HAVE OUTDONE YOURSELF CVYHUFJOIJFAGURO

just

good soup

(i'm imagining that poor person reading it at Costco just completely stopping in the middle of a busy aisle and people being so pissed at the unnecessary traffic jam)

now if i can ask one more but for mayday this time. the poor boy deserves it after that episode. him with f reader and 16

YES THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING MAYDAY! I'm glad you liked my Rex fic! LOL I have a bad habit of reading spicy fics on my lunchbreak. Costco has to be next on my list (@blueink-bluesoul lmfao) Reading smut in public is master-level control, I tell you 😂 Warnings: NSFW. PiV sexy times. Word Count: 1000 (whoopsie this became way longer than intended lol) Prompt 16: I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow with Mayday x FemReader 😎 This is my first time fully writing Mayday...I hope you like!

Spicy Prompts

Mayday was taking his time tonight, slowly unpeeling every layer of your clothing inch by inch, his eyes eager as his lips left soft kisses on your exposed skin.

He had just returned from a long assignment, and you needed him. You loved it when he worshiped your body like this, relishing in every part that was you, committing your scent, taste, sounds to memory to take with him before he left for his next operation. 

But you wanted something more tonight, your body burning with intense desire, desperate for him to fill you and claim you, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could wait.

 His beard tickled your hot flesh as he kissed down your torso, mumbling sweet whispers of praise as he did so. “Mayday…” you whined, shifting your body under him, rubbing your legs together for some friction that you desperately needed.

He looked up at you, some of his hair falling in his face, looking devastatingly handsome as he did so. 

 “Please…I need you.” You lifted your head to match his gaze, your only thought being how good you’ll feel when he’s stretching you with his thick cock.

“I need you inside me.”

Mayday chuckled, seeing the desperation flash in your eyes.

“Of course, love. All you have to do is ask.” Mayday quickly shed the rest of your clothing and you helped him wiggle out of his blacks.

You couldn’t help but let out a long sigh at the sight of him, his broad chest that needed to be pressed against yours, his biceps that were meant to be wrapped around your body, his perfect ass that you needed to squeeze as he pounds into you.

Your mouth was practically watering as he climbed back on top of you, his cock heavy and hot against your thigh.

“Is this what you wanted?” Mayday teased lightly in your ear as he rubbed his cock against your slick folds. You let out a mewl, bucking up against him, wrapping your arms around his wide shoulders.

“Y-yes…”

Mayday kissed at your neck as he continued to rub against you, his cock becoming slicker with each roll of his hips through your folds.

He was still taking his time though!

“Do you want me inside of you, love?” You could hear Mayday’s voice hitch in your ear, his breath puffing in faster pants as he teased your entrance with the head of his cock.

All you could do was nod and wrap your legs around his waist, bringing him closer down into you. 

The moan he let out in your ear was sinful as he slowly sheathed himself inside, your eyes fluttering as he filled you, the sensation causing lighting bolts of pleasure to run up your spine as he bottomed out.

 “You feel so good, love. You take me so well, you just couldn’t wait, hmm?” Mayday nipped at your jaw, kissing up to the side of your mouth. "You're so beautiful...I thought about you every second I was gone...especially you like this."

He kissed you deeply as he began a slow pace, pulling almost all the way out before pushing in, both of you letting out low moans as his tongue explored the inside of your mouth.

It still wasn’t enough.

The fire that raged in your body was threatening to erupt, he needed to go faster.

You lightly tugged at his hair, muttering “more” against his lips.

Mayday obliged, increasing his pace, sweat now beginning to form on both of your bodies. You knew his control was beginning to slip too, and you wanted him to fully let go.

“Mayday…please…I need more…” You gripped his hair tighter, his lips trailing down your neck again, beginning to suck and bite at your sensitive spots as he thrusted inside of you, his beard deliciously rubbing against the hickeys he was starting to leave on your flesh.

“I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow. Fuck me until I can’t stand. Ruin me, please.” 

You’d usually be embarrassed by such words, but it was the truth.

Mayday’s hips stuttered a bit at your bold statement, and he lifted his head to look at you. His pupils were blown with lust, and before you could say anything more, you were flipped on your stomach, Mayday pulling your ass upward towards him, your torso and face pressed into the mattress.

 “All you have to do is ask…love.” Mayday’s voice was throaty, seductive as he entered you in one, hard thrust, causing you to see stars. You couldn’t help the high-pitched cry that left your lips at the sudden sensation.

Mayday began fucking you with wild abandon, hips intensely snapping to your ass, his cock scratching that itch, that intense desire to be claimed, to just let go as he hit parts of you so deep you thought you might faint from the sheer intensity.

His fingertips dug into the soft flesh of your hips as he continued his brutal and precise pace.

“Is this what you wanted?” Mayday groaned as he gripped your ass, his hands roaming over your hips and lower back.

“Tell me how you feel, love.” You could hear the shake in his voice. “I want to hear you…I’ve missed you so much…”

You could barely think, gripping the sheets as his hips slammed against your ass.

“You make me feel so good…” You cried through a high-pitched sob as Mayday brought a hand to your swollen clit, rubbing circles that caused tears to prick at your eyes.

“Do you want to come on this cock?” He growled, still circling your clit with precision, knowing exactly how you needed it.

“Y-yes…I…please…” White-hot euphoria was building in your lower belly, words now failing you, letting your unchaste cries of his name do the talking for you.

“Then come for me, love, I want to feel you come on my cock…"

With a final circle of his finger, your climax came crashing down on you, bucking back against him as your back arched at the intensity of your orgasm, his pace not faltering, letting out his own gasp at the sensation of you clenching and fluttering around him.

You were teetering on the edge of overstimulation as Mayday continued to pound into you, his own climax building dangerously fast, his fingers still on your clit.

Your name left his lips in guttural groans as he buried himself deep, deep into you one last time, feeling his cock swell as his own orgasm peaked, his eyes squeezing shut as the warmth of his release filled your still-aching cunt.

Your bodies were shaking, your legs feeling like jelly from the force of your release.

Both of your bodies began to relax, Mayday pumping into you a few more times, feeling the last after shocks of his orgasm subsiding before lowering himself down on top of you. Your gasps filled the air, your bodies thoroughly covered in sweat. You turned on your back, catching your breath as Mayday moved off you.

You looked to him, but he was already moving down the bed, positioning himself between your thighs, taking your legs that were still recovering from your orgasm and throwing them over his shoulders. "You said you didn't want to walk tomorrow, and I'm a man of my word." Mayday rumbled as he buried his face between your legs, your hands flying to his head, digging into his scalp as he licked your sensitive cunt, flattening his tongue and sucking at your clit.

You couldn't speak as he began his meal, still reeling from before. His beard rubbing against the inside of your thighs, sending shivers up and down your body.

You knew this was only the beginning of a long night.

And a man of his word, he was.

A/N: Daddy Mayday will take care of you, don’t worry. Taglist: @blueink-bluesoul @pb-jellybeans @king-chaos-world @the-cantina @wolffegirlsunite @523rdrebel @dukeoftheblackstar @sleepingsun501

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I am here to stir the pots thots! After the delicious ideas that arose in this post (especially in the comments lol) I couldn't get this idea out of my head. @blueink-bluesoul I hope this is a fitting apology for adding to your WIPs 😜

(Implied) Hunter x reader x Hound

warnings for: highly suggestive themes (Minors DNI) jealous and possessive Hunter, predator/prey elements and vibes, scent kink, mentions of alcohol.

Hunter had never considered himself a possessive man.

Slow to trust? Sure. Protective of his loved ones? Absolutely. Overly protective of some? Well, he was too big of a man to wave off the notion without thought.

But possessive?

Hunter had never considered it, or jealously, for that matter. That is, until he met Hound. More specifically, until he saw the way you lit up around Hound.

You had spent the first year of the war on Coruscant, working closely with the Corrie Guard, until your skills landed you with the Bad Batch. It made sense that you had...old friends, that some of the boys in red and white had gotten your affection long before you even met Hunter and the others.

Logically, he knew that, but even still, Hunter couldn't deny the clench of anger that filled his chest when he saw you run at the ARF trooper with that adorable smile. And he certainly couldn't deny the growl that escaped him when said trooper scooped you up in his arms and held you tight.

He couldn't stay annoyed at the other man for long, though, especially not when Hound was so enthusiastic as he pulled Hunter into a brotherly hand shake when you introduced them. Still, with you squished between them in a booth at 79's, Hunter couldn't shake the nagging urge to pull you against him every time Hound rubbed your shoulder or nuzzled against your skin. Especially since you giggled every time he did it.

"You know, Hound, I think Hunter's the only trooper that may have your tracking skills beat."

That brought him out of his possessive musings, your praise like music to his ears. Hound did not seem bothered by your comment, if anything, the ARF trooper quirked a brow in interest.

"Oh yeah? That's high praise coming from you, cyare. That true, Sarge?"

Tech was always the best one at bragging (or, "stating fact" as he called it) but somehow, Hunter couldn't find it in himself to be humble right now.

"I'm the best tracker in the GAR," but, because he still had a nice side, he added, "I'm sure you've got some skills too, though."

That made Hound laugh, a bark of a thing, staying true to his name. "Oh, that almost sounded like a challenge, brother."

"Ooo," you smiled into your drink, eyes darting between the two of them, "now that's something I'd like to see."

Hunter flicked his eyes down to you, and he liked the way you squirmed a little under his half-lidded gaze. "Maybe we should test our skills against each other." He looked back up at Hound, who was wearing a mischievous, toothy grin.

"I'm in, how do you want to do this?" The way Hound looked down at you, much in the same way Hunter couldn't keep his eyes off you, gave the sergeant an idea.

"You wanna help us, mesh'la?" Hunter asked, making sure his tone was low, the tone that he new made your heart race.

Your throat clenched as you swallowed, "How would I do that?"

Hound made a knowing sound, his grin somehow getting wider. "I think he wants us to track you, sweetheart. Wants us hunt you across Coruscant."

Oh, Hunter could feel your reaction to that and if all this time around you in the tight quarters of the Marauder hadn't taught him a new level of self control, he might have given into the urge to slip his hand down your body right there.

Instead, Hunter said, "Catching you would be the best prize, after all."

Maker, if he could smell your excitement already, what state would you be in when they track you down and caught you like a scared doe?

"Al-" you had to clear your throat, "Alright, I'll be your little prize."

Hound sounded more like a cat when he purred, "That's the brave girl I remember. This is going to be fun."

Hunter scooted back in his seat, allowing you just enough room to squeeze past him and leave the booth. "We'll give you a head start, mesh'la. Don't make this easy on us."

If you were shocked at the abruptness of the command, you didn't let it show. Instead, you downed the last of your drink, made sure your perfect ass brushed against him as you climbed out of the booth, and scurried away at a fast pace.

Hunter could feel something primal stirring low in his stomach, and, sitting beside him, he knew Hound was feeling the same thing.

*slams credit card on the table repeatedly* 💳💥

✨WIP Wednesday✨

thank you for the tag @wolffegirlsunite @deejadabbles @anxiouspineapple99 @dystopicjumpsuit @wings-and-beskar 💙💙

It’s coming along well, so here’s a lil sneak peak at the rough draft of:

In Pieces Ch. 2 - (Never Had A) Friend Like Me

pairings: Rex x fem!reader, Cody x fem!reader, Fox x fem!reader, Wolffe x fem!reader

warnings: suggestive af, MINORS DNI

They kept you in a haze of pleasure the rest of the night. Soft touches, lingering kisses, their lips against your ears, whispering to you, as they took you higher and higher.

“Don’t think I could ever get enough of you.”

“It’s so tempting to keep you, mesh’la.”

“You belong in my arms, just like this.”

“We fit together too well. Must have been made for me, cyare.”

Rex watched, fascinated, as you came down from your high.

“So good for us, aren’t you?” He asked softly.

You hummed affirmatively, pressing your face against his neck, while he listened to you working to catch your breath. He noticed your fingers were loosely tangled with Fox’s, while your free hand drew aimless little shapes against his skin. They’d made your body sing for them, and what a beautiful song it was. One Rex could listen to over and over again.

The spell that had bound the four of you was broken as Fox’s alarm went off. The real world was calling.

“Damn!” Fox swore, moving out of your reach, so he could get dressed.

He’d meant to leave a couple of hours ago, but you’d buried your fingers in his curls and pulled him in for another kiss. Instead of leaving he’d given in to your unspoken request, and coaxed another slow, sweet orgasm out of your blissed out body.

As he snapped on his armor, he realized you were a problem. The soft look on your face, as you watched him held so much affection. He hated that he couldn’t be the man you looked at like that every day. It would require time he didn’t have, and you deserved more than he could give.

You whined softly in protest, and Fox’s lips twitched toward a smile before he pulled on his helmet.

“Duty calls, mesh’la. I know you understand,” he explained, his voice firm, yet gentle like your hands had been against his skin.

He knew the brat in you would love nothing more than making him late, and part of him would enjoy it too. He knew the healer in you would relish in sending him off relaxed, and fully satisfied, but he couldn’t follow that train of thought. He couldn’t let himself linger in fantasies, no matter how sweet. He consoled himself with the fact it was a one-time thing, and he’d never be in this position with you again.

You nodded sleepily, before resting your face against Rex’s chest.

“You di’kut, why didn’t you tell us you were on duty today?” Wolffe asked, frowning at his brother.

“It wasn’t relevant,” Fox replied easily. “I’ve got enough caf to give a rancor a coronary. I’ll be fine. Make sure she gets some sleep.”

“Wasn’t relevant my ass,” Wolffe grumbled, rolling his eyes. He was completely unsurprised that Fox easily placed your well-being over his own despite the fact that you couldn’t have been in better hands. “We’ll make sure she gets rest. You worry about yourself.”

Fox opened his mouth to deliver a snarky reply, but he was cut off by your soft voice, “Bye, Fox. Thank you…”

Cody chuckled and gave your thigh a playful tap.

“Bye, Commander Fox. Thank you, sir,” you corrected with a giggle.

“Good girl,” Cody said, smiling at you.

“Bye, Stitches, thank you,” Fox said, saluting his brothers before he left Rex’s quarters.

“I think our gorgeous girl has had all she can take,” Cody said, catching your chin, pulling you close to press a kiss to your temple.

“Maybe,” you admitted, looking up at him.

“You took all of us so well last night. Let us enjoy you like we wanted,” Cody said, rubbing your back.

“And I’d do it again, Commander. Any time,” you yawned, covering your mouth like you could hide your exhaustion.

“I’m going to hold you to that, mesh’la,” Cody replied, leaning down to kiss your shoulder before he followed Fox’s lead and got dressed to head out.

“You know I will,” Wolffe said, drawing you close to kiss your face before getting dressed as well.

You beamed up at him, before relaxing once more. Warm and safe in Rex’s arms, you slipped into a peaceful sleep, your body finally reaching its limit.

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fic rec time!

ok ok i fell into a hole last night (the most wonderful kind -- diving into an author’s work) and now i bring you all the most wonderful fic recs. disclaimer: i am pretty new here so forgive me if these are well known! i just loved them with my whole heart and i know lots of you would love them too.

all work by the wonderful @wanderinginksplot

Gar Cabur - Alpha-17 x reader

my crude summary: reader is a republic admin worker stationed on Kamino. all the cadets are like “A GIRL???!!” and never leave you alone lol. alpha helps fend them off and you become friends.

i’m only about 5 chapters in so far, but i am squealing at the tension between alpha and reader! their connection is so interesting and exciting. i’m such a sucker for the Protective Guy archetype. therefore this story is fulfilling my wildest dreams! this is also the first alpha fic i've read. i love him so far.

Misbehaving - Cody x reader

summary: 3 chapters of dom!cody delights w/ some exhibitionism

oh cody cody cody. i haven’t even ventured into the last chapter yet. but wow. brat tamer cody is my favourite unexpected thing i have discovered so far during my short time in tcw fandom. this is an AMAZING addition to that depiction of cody. he is authoritative but so devoted to reader. i’m getting giddy thinking about reading that last chapter later lol

Bitten - Wolffe x reader (😫)

summary: 3 chapters of wolffe helping you get over your crush on another trooper >:)

WOLFFE!!!!! this is without a doubt one of the best wolffe fics i have ever read. the portrayal is so good, so delicious. i love him as an unexpected connection, it really adds something unique to the emotional dynamic. again, i’m not finished reading yet - only got through one chapter. i had to stop SEVERAL TIMES to take a deep breath and compose myself. its that good. i promise.

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thanks to @freesia-writes for tagging me in @wanderinginksplot's wolffe works on here! that's how i came to read the rest of these!

tagging cause i think you might be interested: @dukeoftheblackstar @dystopicjumpsuit @wings-and-beskar @littlemissmanga @deejadabbles @cloneloverrrrr @metalatl @starrylothcat @anxiouspineapple99 @ladyzirkonia @meshlaxbunny @blueink-bluesoul @idontgetanysleep @kimiheartblade

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also -- let me know what you've been reading lately!!

A song for you: Secret by the Pierces

❤️ - vodika-vibes

Hello @vodika-vibes 💙💙 I’m worried I went too literal, but I also hope I nailed the vibe of the song. I hope you enjoy it!

Anakin & Jedi!Reader (established platonic relationship), mentions of Rex x Jedi!Reader

Rating: T

Word count: 747

After a lengthy training session with the younglings, you were mentally exhausted, and in need of new robes. You ran your hands over one of the burn marks in your sleeve, and laughed softly. You could practically hear your shower calling to you when a large hand grabbed you by your wrist and tugged you into a closet.

You were pushed up against the wall, and you didn’t wait for an introduction before your lightsaber lit up the space. It hummed to life, and you looked up to see Anakin’s face in the golden glow.

“Hello to you too, Anakin. I believe I still answer to a name, which you have been invited to use. The invitation stands,” you said, with a light smirk.

For once Anakin wasn’t smirking back. His face looked eerily serious, and it made you uneasy. Whether that was his intention or not remained to be seen.

“I know,” he said, his eyes boring into yours.

“As Jedi, we’re expected to know a great deal. You’ll need to be more specific.”

He released a humorless laugh, and fixed you with a look.

“I know about you and Rex.”

The statement punched the air out of your lungs, and it took all your concentration to keep your face neutral. How did he know? You were so careful. Rex was so careful. No one knew. Yet here was Skywalker, looming over you with your most closely guarded secret dangling in the air between you.

“What about us, Anakin?”

“Are we doing this? Are you playing this game with me if all people?”

“I’m just asking you to be specific,” you said with a small shrug. You focused on keeping your mind clear and your breaths even. Anakin was like a predator who’d caught scent of prey when he became aware of a secret he wasn’t privy to.

He leaned closer, forcing you to sheath your saber, plunging the pair of you into darkness. If anyone opened the door, this would look like an intimate moment between lovers rather than a showdown between friends.

“I know how you feel about him, and how he feels about you,” Anakin’s breath fanned over your face, which made you squirm.

“We work well together, Anakin, I thought you’d like that.”

“You know what I mean,” he growled.

“No, I don’t. Say exactly what you mean, or let me out of this closet.”

“You love him,” he said finally as though it pained him. “You are attached to him. And he returns your feelings.”

There. It was out in the open between you.

“Will you tell the council? Am I to be dismissed from the Order? Will Rex be…” you couldn’t even say the word out loud. The thought of anything happening to your beloved captain because of you made you sick.

“Of course not,” Anakin said, his voice softening for the first time. “I just…”

“You just what? Decided that intimidating me in a closet was a grand idea?”

“Ugh, this isn’t…” He took a deep breath. “You didn’t tell me.”

“Of course not,” you blurted out.

“You don’t trust me?” He sounded wounded.

“I didn’t say that,” you said, resting a gentle hand against his chest. “Some secrets aren’t meant to be told.”

“We’re supposed to be friends.”

“You didn’t confide in me either, Anakin.”

“That’s different, I-…she’s a-“ Anakin trailed off.

“It’s not different, but you know I’d never tell. I didn’t even confront you about it,” your words held an edge, as he still had you crammed into a closet.

“I know, but you know I wouldn’t tell either,” he said softly. “I care about you and Rex.”

You truly couldn’t tell if this was a genuine hurt, or just Anakin’s love of secrets. Yours had always been his favorite because you were a model student, but you loved trouble. You’d wondered many times if he kept you close out of genuine emotion, or because he liked knowing someone was just as disobedient as him.

“Well, now you know? Are you happy? May I leave the closet?”

He cleared his throat and stepped back.

“If we’re friends, best friends, don’t keep things from me,” he ordered with an undertone of petulance.

“If we’re friends, best friends, trust me to tell you when I’m ready.“ You cleared your throat and straightened up. “I trust this is the last conversation we’ll have about this topic.”

“We’ll see.” And with that he left you standing alone in the dark.

i literally loved every second of this kira! the banter was muah *chefs kiss*

say it first

Pairing: Wolffe x f!reader, reader insert

Rating: Explicit (this is smut that i added feelings to. minors, dni!)

Word Count: 2.4K

Content Warnings: choking, unprotected PiV sex, fingering, creampie, jealousy, drinking/alcohol consumption

AN: i was inspired by the idea of begrudgingly admitting feelings, and decided to write the porn first, and get to the feelings later.

also! @metalatl graciously allowed me to use her OC 308th Battalion and Sergeant Runaway in this fic! thank you! <3

Read on AO3: here

Summary: you and Wolffe are FWB. maybe just the B. but you both want more.

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“I didn’t want to say it first.” // “Neither did I.”

“You look so fucking good like this, baby. Taking all of me so well.” His eyes – white and gold – blazed back at yours through the reflection of the mirror. Surrounded in darkness, your brain also fuzzy with pleasure and drunk on desire, his eyes practically glowed at you. The domineering look sent sparks down your spine. One of his impossibly large hands was clasped around your throat and the other was down at your breast, fingers working your tortured nipple. Numbed by the sheer stimulation, you tried your best to form a coherent response.

“J-just shut up and fuck me, Wolffe.” Panting, you adjusted your grip on the ’fresher counter.

Wolffe brought his head up to where his nose caressed the shell of your ear, lips ghosting against your neck, “’S true though. Drives me crazy.”

“Hm, I know.” You shut your eyes, biting your lip. Knowing he could feel the way his words and his hands and his breath were all pulling pleasure from your core, you attempted to keep yourself from falling back down from the edge. The game of it was the most fun for Wolffe; knowing he could unravel you so simply. You refused to let him win though. You insisted on some semblance of dignity even as you both stood naked, pants around ankles, in this hot, airless room.

Focusing on his thickness, the unbelievable ecstasy at the way he was filling you, you felt your crest approaching again. You tightened around him, leveraging your hips back against his, fucking yourself on his slick cock. Wolffe’s breath hitched at the change in position as he tightened his grip around your neck. He moved his other hand from your breast down to your exposed clit, the pads of his fingers beginning cruel and precise circles.

“If you can talk back, I’m not doing my job.” He chuckled, unyielding in his efforts.

“I told you to shut up.” You snapped. Opening your eyes, you shot him a glare in the reflection as you took one hand from its place supporting your body on the counter, snaking it down under you both.

Wolffe choked, movements stuttering, as your palm clutched around his balls, giving them a gentle roll. A smug sense of content puffed within your core, only egging on the pressure towards your release. His strokes slowed to a delicious rhythm, allowing you to enjoy the way each drag of his cock met the edges of your walls.

All the while, he kept attention on your clit, circling as exquisite tension furled within your depths. When you intensified the hold and motions of your palm clutching around his balls, Wolffe moaned loudly against your shoulder, “O-oh, fuck.”

His audible pleasure pushed you over the edge. You revelled in the way he felt inside you and his affirmation of the way you felt around him. “Shit. Oh my god. Shit!” you cried.

Wolffe was everywhere; around your neck, on your clit, inside of you. Gasping and writhing, you felt your body tense as your head pounded with the blissful exhilaration of your orgasm. It was a struggle to keep your mind tethered to your body as the waves swept through you.

Evidently, it was the same for Wolffe. You felt his breath shorten and his cock twitch as you rode out your high.

“Fuck,” Wolffe groaned, balls pulsing while still gripped in your palm. With breath hitching and then a sharp inhale, he emptied himself inside you. Delirious in your post-release, you could feel the hot wetness spilling from your cunt.

You stood there against the counter, both still connected, heaving.

A short while later, after mutual fumbling around in the dark for pieces of armour and clothes tossed aside in careless lust, tense silence bore into you. With the last piece of his chest armour clipped back in place, Wolffe grabbed his bucket from the counter.

“Until next time.” He nodded.

In a familiar way, you looked back at his face in the mirror as you smoothed out your tousled hair, “Bye, Wolffe.”

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From where he sat at the pack’s usual booth, Wolffe could see your radiant smile from across the room. You were here with your friends, a different group than usual tonight. That fact didn’t matter much to him though, as he reminisced about how the two of you usually ended your nights at 79’s blissfully ignorant of anything and anyone else. Usually.

Another man, a brother in lilac-painted armour, approached where you sat at the bar. Wolffe recognized him as a sergeant from the 308th Battalion but wasn’t aware of his name. Watching the scene unfold from beyond his glass, Wolffe sipped his whiskey. He scoffed at the sight, readying himself to watch you to turn down the other clone’s advances. You had done as much countless times before.

When you welcomed the man with an even wider smile and a hug, he felt his jaw clench involuntarily; felt fire starting to lick at his chest. You were talking and laughing together. What the fuck?

Maybe you were just being friendly, Wolffe quickly rationalized. Didn’t want to embarrass this guy with a flat-out rejection in front of all the people around you.

To his chagrin, you placed both hands on the sides of the other man’s face, but Wolffe couldn’t make out what you were saying to him over the din of the crowd. It was a familiar touch; a beaming kind of warmth you had never shown him.

“Oi, Wolffe, you want in on the next round?” Boost’s voice drew him back in to the pack’s chatter as they started a new game of sabacc. Giving you one last glance, he answered Boost with a nod.

“Yeah. I’m all in.”

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“That’s so not funny! One of these days you’re actually gonna hurt yourself. And then how would Sohla cope without you?!” You swatted Runaway’s purple-painted vambrace in jest.

“Ehh I’ll be careful. Promise! Would rather face the fury of a hundred clankers than your sister when she sees me injured,” he snickered. Runaway, like every other trooper, was hardwired for success on the battlefield. Although this was a fact that comforted the Republic, it brought much less serenity to a soldier’s personal relationships — something that was a sore and frequent contemplation for you too.

You met his mischievous eyes with a soft smile, “Good. Dinner with me and Sohla next time you’re back on leave, kay?”

“Deal. Have a good night! I’m headed back after this drink. Don’t get too crazy.” Runaway winked, as he turned to find his squad.

“Wouldn’t dream of it!” you shouted over the crowd.

Returning to your drink and your friends, you swivelled to face down the bar. Expecting to set eyes on him, your gaze wandered to the booth frequented by grey and white armoured men. When you peered through the haze and stray lights of the club, you finally settled on Wolffe’s usual spot. Instantly, your heart sank into your stomach.

Wolffe’s determined eyes never left yours as the Theelin on his lap worked her mouth, kissing down from his neck to his exposed chest. She had unbuttoned the collar of his uniform, but he was utterly disengaged as he drew a sip from his glass, glare holding steady at you.

You steeled your expression, refusing to let him see how you teetered on the edge of despair. Commanding your tears back, you broke from his stare and busied yourself at the bar.

As you attempted to distract yourself in meaningless conversation with the friend sat next to you, it seemed like time was losing its relativity around you. The image of Wolffe and the other woman was flashing uncontrollably through your brain.

When you saw the pink flash of her skin blur in your peripheral, you swallowed hard, as if to try and push down the emotion that wanted to burst from your chest. You snuck a glance to the side. She was heading towards the exit, Wolffe trailing with his hand in hers. Fuck.

---

It was another night of the same osik, Wolffe thought to himself, as he leaned over the balcony. 79’s was chock full of troopers and natborns alike, drunk and horny and loud. The atmosphere was much less compelling from his position removed from the crowd. He had retreated to the top floor of the bar for a better vantage point after spending what felt like hours scanning the dense crowd from his spot in the pack’s booth.

Even now, any time Wolffe caught a glance of a trooper and their companion, he angled to see if it was your face beside theirs. It had been a futile exercise the whole evening.

Wolffe pondered your last interaction as he stared through the bottom of his empty glass. Your face had been so indifferent as you saw him with the Theelin those few nights ago. Like you didn’t care enough to express whatever it had made you feel. Like you didn’t care enough about him. Like you didn’t feel, at least not like he did.

There was a bitterness rising in the back of his throat, unpleasant but not an unwelcome distraction, as Wolffe resigned from his watch over the crowd. He’d had enough tonight.

---

Downing the last of your fourth drink, you felt a bolstered sense of resolve.

“Why did you bring me out? Why are we out at all? You two already have partners!” you yelled, fighting a losing battle over the bump of the bass. Sohla and her friend Xyndi shared a mutual eye-roll at your displeasure.

Xyndi kept quiet, sipping her own cocktail, as Sohla argued back, “Girl, you could too, if you would stop terrorizing all the guys who came up to talk to you tonight!” She poked a manicured finger at your shoulder.

You chose to ignore her, flagging down the bartender for your fifth. It had been about a month since you’d been here last – when you last saw Wolffe. Unfortunately, you weren’t inebriated enough yet to forget that.

“Ooh, who’s that?” Xyndi giggled, as she craned her neck to view across the room.

“Oh, perfect.” Speak of the devil. It was Wolffe, strutting down the stairs, kama swinging at his hips. He was still in his armour tonight, a tougher choice for stripping down in public at least, you mused to yourself.

Sohla started, “Isn’t that…”

“Yeah. Tragically.” You finished.

“I knew tonight was gonna be fun.” Sohla smirked, taking a sip.

“Fuck you. Don’t. Leave me.” You gritted out, keenly aware of his trajectory towards your seats at the bar.

“No worries. Wouldn’t wanna miss the show!” she said with irritating glee. Xyndi was silent, still reserved, but her view fixated on Wolffe as he approached.

He reached the edge of this side of the bar, daringly close to where you sat, and stood patiently for the bartender. You focused on something in the opposite direction. Feeling a familiar stare linger at your back, your senses were confirmed as Xyndi’s eyes flicked between yours, and where Wolffe’s likely laid behind you.

He made a noise that was half-grunt, half-clearing of the throat. You stayed rooted in place, refusing to acknowledge his ambiguous greeting.

“Had your fill of clones tonight, then?” Wolffe sneered. Asshole.

“What, were you watching me?” you turned to face him.

“Maybe.” He looked shocked at his own honesty.

“What’s your fucking problem, Wolffe?”

“You, obviously.”

“Oh, I know. What, you’ve fucked everyone else on your roster, now you’re interested in me again? That it?” you spat at him.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” he grumbled.

You narrowed your eyes, confusion clouding the anger he had drawn out, “Then tell me what it’s about.” He worked his jaw, deliberating for a second. Flashing a side-eyed look over to Sohla and Xyndi, he left you with a glare as he stalked away.

“Hey, we’re not done,” you hopped off the bar stool, tailing him through the maze of bodies that was 79’s tonight.

You caught up to him as he turned into an empty back corridor. He faced away from you; fists clenched at his sides.

“There is no roster,” he spoke, his voice quiet, and the most unsteady you had ever heard.

“O-Okay…” you struggled to respond, unfamiliar with this dynamic between you. “Not enough hookups to fill a roster, just a list then,” you poked, hopeful your levity could break the discomfort.

“No. There isn’t any list. Anything. Anyone else.” His voice was genuine, and more secure now. You could feel heat creeping up your neck, threatening to spill into your whole chest and face.

“Last time, the Theelin.” You muttered. Wolffe turned now, his eyes captivating your attention.

“We didn’t. I went back to the barracks, alone.”

“So, why, what is this? What are you trying to say?”

“Fuck. I like you. Okay?” He sounded exasperated, “I-I’m not good at this. I just don’t want you to hate me. I’m sorry.”

You broke out into a nervous, incredulous laugh, “Oh. Why didn’t you just say that?” He looked wounded by your amusement, eyes widening slightly. Attempting to mend the perceived blow to his ego, you reached for one of his gloved hands, taking it in both of yours. “Sorry, it’s, I-I like you, too.” You affirmed with squeeze as you smiled up at his face.

Wolffe’s mouth hung open a little as he tried to process your identical confession. “Why didn’t you say that?”

“I didn’t want to say it first,” you shot him a joking frown.

He chuckled, “Neither did I.”

“You’re an idiot.” You scoffed.

“Yeah, well.” He pulled you in from where you held his hand. Your foreheads rested together, as he brought his down to meet yours. He freed his hand, moving to cradle your cheek and neck tenderly. Heartbeat thundering in your ears, and a giddy kind of thrill warming you now, you matched his smile. Your lips brushed with a gentleness unfelt before, as your hands reached around his armoured waist. Wolffe pulled back, smiling still, “Sorry.”

Laughing, you kissed him again, “I’ll get over it.”

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crosshair’s last comment had me rolling 😂

@not-reilly So Tumblr ate my response to your ask before I could post it, so I present you this makeshift response post.

I hope you don't mind that it took a bit before I answered. 😅😘

The Ask:

"Okokokokok just hear me out on this one what if Omega walks in on y/n and Hunter making out and they have to explain why they kiss. Like I love me some dad Hunter ❤️

LOOK AT HIMMMMMMM

I luv you 😙"

Title: Grown-ups Are Weird

No Trigger Warnings, just making out, fluff, and humor.

Omega had finally worn Crosshair down and convinced him to teach her how to shoot, though he stayed firm in his refusal to allow her to touch his Firepuncher. Crosshair grunts at Hunter’s reminders to be careful and leads Omega outside. You lean back against the doorframe, eyes roving slowly over Hunter’s strong frame as he closes the door. He starts to turn around but stops when he catches you staring, “See something you like?” He arches his brow with a mischievous smirk.

“I might…But it's a little hard to tell with you so far away." You sigh dramatically and tilt your head to one side, waiting.

He covers the distance between you in four confident strides, one strong hand grasping your waist and pulling you close, “How's this?” He presses his forehead into yours, soft brown eyes sparkling playfully, "Better?"

"Mhmm" You hum, hands trailing softly upward over the soft fabric of his shirt, to rest your arms around his neck, "Much better."

He smiles softly, his eyes crinkling, before his mouth takes yours. His body presses you into the doorframe and whatever pretense or plan you had for the evening dissolves at the press and pull of his lips against yours. You sigh, and his tongue explores your mouth. You respond instantly, and you grip the fabric of his shirt pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. His hand is on your thigh and–

"Uh– Hunter? What are you doing!?" Omega's voice breaks through the sounds of heavy breathing. Hunter's hands fly from your form and he backs away like he's been scalded. He clears his throat, "Omega! Why-why are you back already?" You're frozen, back still against the doorframe.

"I forgot my holster…" She pauses holding up the holster, then she looks back and forth between you and Hunter, brows furrowed, "What were you doing to her…it looked like you were eating each other." Her face scrunches up in disgust.

"Uh…" Hunter runs a hand through his hair and gets down on his knee to meet Omega's eyes, "We were uh…" He looks up at you, eyes wide and pleading.

You take a tentative step away from the wall and run your hands down your clothes to smooth them, "Omega, when adults are… doing that… it's because they really like each other-"

"Yes, they like each other more than friends and they want to-"

"Be as close to each other as possible."

"Oh…" Omega squints her eyes, looking over both of you slowly and critically, "Why are you both so nervous?"

"Because they're Cannibals." Crosshair stood in the doorway, knowing smirk on his lips.

"Blehh!" Omega's face scrunched even more and her eyes widened. She hesitated for a few more breaths before holding the holster to her chest and retreating to Crosshair's side. "Grown-ups are weird." Crosshair laughed, a deep raspy chuckle, and leads Omega back outside and closes the door firmly. Hunter groans, you two are never going to hear the end of this!

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something inside me is awakening, i’m scared i’ve never been an echo girlie before 😩😏

thank you for the rec @deejadabbles

Remind Me of Us

Echo comes to Pabu and medic!Reader is excited for their reunion

Echo x afab!reader

warnings: minors DNI, smut, soft dom!Echo vibes, p in v sex, oral (f receiving), established relationships, mentions of poly and interactions with the rest of the Batch, a lil angst

word count: 2,855

To say Echo was excited to see you would be an understatement. Excitement didn’t touch what he was feeling. It hadn’t been that long, but with little to no communication it felt like you were a ghost of a former life…twice now.

Part of him envied his brothers and sister, getting to stay under your care and keeping, in the glow of your presence, and that selfish part had wanted to take you with him. A little voice in his head whispered that you belonged to him first, you’d never been separated by choice, and if anyone should have to miss you, it shouldn’t be him.

But the more rational and loving part of his mind knew that deep down, they needed you more. Omega especially needed someone around that understood the ins and outs of coming of age as a young woman. Tech would do the research but your lived experience would come in handy. And you didn’t deserve to be dragged into a new conflict when the last one had robbed you of so much already.

He contented himself with the fact that you had been willing to go with him to the ends of the galaxy. It was more than enough to know you were happy and safe. He’d get the data decrypted, squeeze you tight, and get back to Rex.

That all flew right out of his head the moment he saw you. You were wearing a brightly colored skirt that hugged your hips, a one shouldered crop top, and you were adorned with swirling shapes in shimmering golden paint. The way your face lit up, as you caught sight of him would be burned into his memory forever.

“Echo!” You yelled, picking up the hem of your skirt and racing towards him. “How’s my favorite freedom fighter?” you asked, grabbing the back of his head, and pulling him into a deep kiss, your other arm wrapping around his trim waist.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, before remembering you were all soft curves and (exposed) flesh now. No armor of your own to protect you, so he loosened his grip. You were having none of it, tightening your hold on him, and pressing close again. Breaking the kiss you smile up at him, contentment on your face.

“Civilian life looks good on you, cyare,” Echo says. He takes you by the hand, and gives you a twirl.

“Echo, it’s brilliant here!” you gush. “Shep said, if we stay I’d be able to have my own clinic, My own kriffi- my own practice!”You catch yourself, trying not to swear in front of the kids.

“And he said she could teach some of the older kids who are interested in the medical field,” Omega added sounding nothing short of proud.

“Can you imagine it? Me? A teacher!” You shake your head in disbelief.

“You’ll have better luck with kids than when you tried to teach Hardcase…literally anything honestly,” Echo says laughing.

“Oh Maker! Yes!” You agree instantly. You bite the inside of your cheek. “We have a little while before Tech finishes the decryption. Take a walk with me? A short walk," You add hastily, catching the dubious look Omega gives you. She smiles at that, and runs off to play with Lyana and Wrecker. Grinning, you take him by the hand, and lead him towards the observatory you'd found your second day on Pabu. "How are you holding up? I know it can't be easy out there, but I'm proud of you. Fives would be too," you add softly. "I'm holding up well. I feel like I'm making a difference. Even if it's just for a few of my brothers at a time. Fives would be glad you're nowhere near a fight," He replies lifting your linked hands to press a kiss to your fingers. "I’m scared it won’t stay this way," you say looking up towards your destination. "I thought it was a serious option for you. Wrecker and Omega seem sold on it," Echo's brow furrows. "They are. Totally. Tech too. Me too. I'm...anxious," you confess. "I couldn't tell earlier. You seemed so excited about having your own practice." "I am. It's what I've always wanted. It's just," you take a deep breath and stop to face Echo. "Seeing you, hearing what you’ve been doing, and knowing I wasn’t there to watch your back or patch you up. I hate that. I hate that we're not together. Either you should be here, or I should be there. I joined this team, this family because of you, and I owe you everything, and…” "Hey, hey, cyare. Take a deep breath," Echo says, cupping your face with his hand. "Do you think I resent you for being here?" "You should." "I don't. This is what I've wanted for you since we met. Peace, safety. I," Echo hesitates unsure if he should continue, but your eyes are shining, and maybe you need to hear how he feels. "I do miss you. Having you by my side. Hearing your voice on comms." He punctuates each sentence with a kiss. Your heart is racing, as you hang on his every word. "But knowing you're safe, and happy, and loved beats that every time.” He says with a smile that warms you from the inside out. “I don’t ever want you to think you’re not on my mind, but I don’t want you in danger anymore. I know you love it, but I’ve never seen you glow like this. When I think of you, this is what I want to picture.”

There are tears threatening to spill over, and you wipe furiously at them, turning away, in a futile attempt to keep Echo from seeing.

“The observatory’s just up here. Come on,” you say quietly, trying to hide the tearfulness in your voice. You flash him a smile and swipe at your face, as the tears spill over anyway.

“I know you inside and out, cyar’ika, and you’re trying to hide your tears?” Echo questions, taking your hand again.

“Hush!” You order, but there’s no fire in it. "I just don't want to spend your time here being a crybaby."

Reaching the observatory, you lead Echo into the cool dark space.

“It’s better at night, but I knew we’d be left alone for a few minutes,” you say shyly, turning on the holo map at the base of the telescope. After your emotional exchange, you’re unsure if your original reason for coming up here is still possible. You start fiddling with the controls, wanting to pull up your home world to share with your companion, and also to distract yourself.

“And just what would we do alone for a few minutes, mesh’la?” Echo’s voice has taken a teasing, yet commanding tone, as he presses his chest up against your back. His hand reaching down to grab your skirt and start bunching it up in his grip. The hem rising steadily to reveal your bare legs. You exhale shakily, as his hips press forward, letting you feel his already stiffening cock. "Echo," you whisper, grinding back into him. "You didn't answer my question," he says, gripping your bare hip to hold you still, and pushing forward to trap you between himself and the console. A soft moan rises out of you at the commanding tone of his voice. "I'll ask again: what would we do alone for a few minutes?" Not trusting your voice not to shake, you attempt to show him. Twisting in his grip, seeking any sort of friction between the two of you. "All this time away has clearly made you forget how to behave to get what you want. A little refresher course is in order, huh?" "Mmmm, no, sir. I'll behave," you say, instantly stilling your hips, and leaning forward over the console to present yourself to him. "Will you though?" He asks, sliding his hand up the back of your thighs to your bare ass, squeezing the warm flesh, and choking back a groan. "You've got those three wrapped around your finger, don't you? Not a single one of them has been able to keep you in line, have they?" Echo leans over you, his warm breath ghosting over the back of your neck, as he presses kisses to your skin. This line of questioning is sending heat flooding to your belly. He wasn't totally wrong. Wrecker was very much wrapped around your finger, determined to spoil you and eager to leave you satisfied and happy. Tech had his own ways of keeping you on your best behavior, but it wasn't often, as you fully indulged his whims and had found yourself assisting him with a project with both of you half dressed on more than one occasion. As for Hunter, he was too distracted lately to really go full Sergeant on you, and you hadn’t been yourself enough to ask for what you needed from any of them.

You didn’t have to ask Echo though. He knew oh so well what made you tick, and more importantly what made you squirm and beg for release. You needed that now.

“I’ll behave, Corporal,” you say, his former rank falling from your lips easily. He bit down on the sensitive juncture between your neck and shoulder, groaning appreciatively into your skin.

“I’m glad to see my good girl is still in there. Now, last chance, what would we do alone for a few minutes?”

“You could take me. However you want me. You could mark me, and remind me who I belong to,” you answer, trying your best to keep your hips totally still despite the fact that you can feel your arousal on your own thighs now.

“An excellent use of our time, gorgeous,” Echo replies, looking down at you bent over for him, skirt lifted up over your hips, backlit by the soft glow of the holo map. Despite knowing you're on a time crunch, he kneels down behind you, pressing kisses to your thighs. He's working his way up towards the apex, stopping to lick up the arousal that has dripped down your soft skin. You're shaking with the effort to stay still, whining as he takes his precious time getting to that desperate bundle of nerves that is aching for his attention. His breath ghosts over your sex, finally, as his hand grips one of your thighs. You're whimpering softly, tense as you wait for him to give you what you want. Slowly, his tongue softly travels the length of your pussy, lingering near your entrance to savor the taste of you. A moan escapes you, bouncing around the cavernous space, music to Echo's ears. "Do you like that?" He asks. "Want more?" "Yes, sir. So much more," you reply, hoping the undertones of desperation are evident. "Such good manners. You're not allowed to cum until I say," he says before diving into your dripping sex. You cry out, as his tongue works over your folds, dips into your entrance, and dances around your clit. You can feel your climax building up, your breath coming in short bursts. "So close, Echo, I need you. Please," you beg, no longer able to keep from squirming under his ministrations. "You’re being such a good girl for me, cyare," He purrs, standing up, and pushing his pants down to free his cock. Taking it in his hand, he rubs the head up and down your sex, gathering the delicious arousal, and spreading it over his length. He presses against your entrance, and you whine, pushing back, eagerly trying to fuck yourself on his length. "Not so fast, love," Echo is chuckling, "You know better than that." "Do I?" you ask, practically delirious with desire.

“Yes, sweet thing, you do.” He’s rubbing the head of his cock against your clit in slow teasing circles. Enough pressure to keep you obedient, but not enough to let you cum.

You know from experience he can make this take as long as he needs to, and there’s only one way to get what you want from him.

“I need you, Echo. Please. I’ll be so good for you I promise.” Your voice, so thick with lust, overrides his initial desire to enjoy you slowly, and really commit the experience to memory. His own ache for you has taken over, and he presses into you right then and there. There’s a string of curses and a deep moan, as your body welcomes his home. Had you always felt so all-consuming? So hot, so overwhelming. You moan his name, as he rolls his hips against you. He leans over you, and you feel his scomp link against your jaw to bring your lips to his. You can taste your yourself on his tongue, and it tightens the coil of desire inside you. The way he fills you makes your head spin. He straightens up and pulls back slowly, letting you feel every inch of him, as your walls grip his length. He holds onto your hip, fingers digging in, as he thrusts into you. Your hands are searching for a place to hold on, but the holomap doesn’t offer many options.

As Echo finds a rhythm that suits him, that makes you beg and whine for him, your body is pressed into the controls. Star systems flash into view, planets spinning into place over head before another thrust of his hips has brought the pair of you to another and another.

“I swear you were made for me, mesh’la. You take me so well,” he moans, sending a wave of liquid heat swirling through your belly.

Your fingernails dig into your palms, leaving little crescent moon indentations in your skin, but you don’t care now, and you’re almost certain you won’t care later. You have what you wanted, what you needed. Your Echo. His undivided attention. His touch. His love.

Echo releases your hip to wrap around your body just below your breasts. He pulls you to his chest, keeping both of your arms locked at your sides

“Are you still with me, sweet thing?” He asks, drawing a desperate moan from your throat.

“Yes, sir.” you breathe out.

“Gonna cum when I tell you?” He releases one of your arms.

“Stars, yes!”

“Perfect. Let’s get you close, and we’ll go through it together.”

He pulled you back from the console to give your hand room to access your sensitive little pearl. You released a ragged breath, as you reached down to gather a bit of your arousal to slick up your fingertips before you began to rub tight circles against your clit. You turn your head seeking his lips again, and he indulges you. His tongue sweeping into your mouth with purpose to renew his memory of your taste.

“So close, Echo, please.” You’re clinging to the edge, fighting with everything you have to walk the line, and not fall headfirst into the abyss.

He adjusts his hold on you, bending his knees to shift the angle, and send the head of his cock against that beautiful little space inside you that threatens to shove you over the edge.

“Cum with me, cyare,” he groans into your ear. Relief blossoms in your chest, as you embrace the bliss you’d been denying yourself, letting your cries of pleasure dance through the cavernous space. Your body released every bit of tension, and you leaned heavily against Echo, letting him support you.

As your walls clamped down on his cock, his hips stuttered a moment, as he filled you with his release, burying his face against your neck, and moaning against your skin.

“Such a good girl, don’t stop touching yourself,” he ordered kissing your face. “You sound so lovely when you cum. Could listen to your moans all day.”

Echo works you through your orgasm, until you’re a whimpering mess. Finally, his hips slow until they still, and you whine softly as he pulls out of you. The force of your orgasm has left you dizzy, lightheaded in your afterglow. Echo guides you up against the console again, so he can pull his pants back into place, before wrapping you in his arms.

You follow suit, but your hold is weak. You still feel like jelly from head to toe.

“I’m going to need a minute before we go back,” you say softly, nuzzling your face into his neck.

“We can take a minute, love,” he replies, his voice warm, as it wraps around you.

“Not sure if I can let you leave again, Echo,” you say tightening your hold on him as best as you can.

“I don’t know, sweet thing. I think I like it when you miss me.”

There’s a quiet moment before both of you laugh gently, and he leans down to steal a kiss.

“Keep yourself safe for me. I need something to look forward to when this is all over,” he murmurs against your lips.

“Yes, sir,” you reply, kissing him again, letting yourself get lost in this moment, firmly keeping any thoughts of being separated at bay for now.

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SOOOOO CUTE OMG WE NEED MORE SOFT WOLFFE

@cloneloverrrrr come get your man 🥰

Uuuuh yeah hi. Could I get a number 10 with a side of Wolffe please?

Huge congratulations on such a big milestone! You’re such a talented writer and you deserve every follower and many more 💜 (from @wings-and-beskar 💜)

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⋆ ★ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ!! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰʏ ᴡᴏʟꜰꜰᴇ ɢᴀʀʙᴀɢᴇ

➼ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ☆ "ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴍᴜᴄʜ" "ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ"

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➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 547

Despite Wolffe possessing the ability to express his emotions (you’ve bore witness whenever he’s forced to work alongside those he sees as incompetent), he remains stoic and subdued off of a battlefield. 

You end up doing most of the talking when you’re together, rambling on about whatever shenanigan one of your patients got into today. Yesterday, it was Boost not paying attention to the space in front of him and bonking his head on a metal beam. Today, it’s Warthog twisting his ankle in the wrong direction.

“I swear, you’d think he wasn’t professionally trained and groomed for war like the rest of his brothers,” You kid playfully, striding to and fro each corner of your room as you clean up for the night. Wolffe sits there, cleaning his chest armor placed over his lap and watching you blather on.  “Poor guy kept falling in and out of sleep, and every time he woke up he thought I was someone named ‘Palma’... It was strange.” 

You laugh as you finish your sentence, shaking your head and closing the drawer, turning to see Wolffe’s soft expression. It really is strange, how he just… keeps so quiet in your company, perfectly content with just watching your beamy looks while you animatedly retell stories.

Tragically, you have little filter and say exactly that.

“You don’t talk much.”

Wolffe blinks, though he doesn’t seem to be very surprised at the revelation. He knows, you realize, as he looks down at his armor and continues scrubbing nonchalantly.

He responds after a long moment of letting you stare dumbfounded.

“I just really like listening to you, that’s all.”

A warmth rapidly spreads from your chest to your cheeks; you’re suddenly embarrassed, though oddly touched at the words. You’re not used to people actually enjoying your nonsense tangents, and to hear it from someone like Wolffe is something new entirely. You clear your throat and look away, trying to hide your blush.

“Well, I’m glad to keep you entertained,” you reply as casually as possible. “Though…” You shift in his direction. “It’s not fair if I’m the only one doing the talking. I want to know more about you too.”

Wolffe looks up at you, his amber and white eyes meeting yours, and a jolt of electricity shoots through you. There’s something so intense about his gaze, and despite being just one copy of millions, you’ve never seen eyes quite like his.

“I’m not very interesting,” He tells you, a little too neutral for your liking. “Just a soldier doing his duty.”

You scoff, tilting your head away before meeting his gaze again with an unbelieving glint in your eye.

“Trust me, I’ve worked with so many of you,” You explain, slowly turning away as you begin having trouble staring at him for so long. “All of you are different and unique in your own ways. You too. I’m sure there’s something special to love.”

The words spill out before you can contain them, but it’s hard to stay hung up on it when you’re usually so vocal. You turn back just to catch a glimpse of a lovely, barely-there grin on his stern face.

“Would you like to have dinner with me, Doc?” Wolffe then asks. 

Your smile is piercing.

“I would, Commander.”

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YES YES YES

Ruin (Rex x Fem!Reader) Smut

Summary: Rex proves why clones are superior to natborns. A.N: I....I don't know what to say for myself. I woke up horny and key smashed this filth onto my laptop. Word Count: 1,085 Warnings: Rough sex (with aftercare), marking, dirty talk, competency kink, a hint of choking, mentions of clone bigotry.

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You had no idea what had gotten into Rex that night, but whatever it was, you were reaping the best benefits from it.

His hands had a bruising grip on your wrists as they pinned you to the bed, his hip pounding relentlessly into you as he took you from behind, growling and grunting lowly in your ear. His cock was stretching you with every thrust, barely prepared to take him when he threw you on the bed. Getting so wet from the way he pulled your clothes off was your only saving grace as he practically impaled you.

Rex must have decided that you were too quiet for him, because without warning his lips moved from your ear, darting down to give your shoulder a rough bite. Something just short of a scream ripped from your throat as you threw your head back- or at least, as much as you could, with him pinning you down with his whole body.

“That’s it,” he growled, tongue darting out to soothe the mark he left, “moan and scream as loud as you want. Let everyone hear you. Kark, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You get off letting everyone know that you’re in here, getting fucked by a clone.”

The way he hissed out the word startled you, even in the heat of the moment. So, that’s what got into him. You tried to lean back, press your lips to his ear or temple or any part of him you could reach as he grazed his teeth over more of your skin.

“I'm getting fucked by a man, not just a clon- AH!” 

Another guttural sound left you when he reangled his hips, fucking even deeper as he bit you again. “It’s alright, mesh’la,” he hummed against your skin, “I know what they think of us, what they think of me.” Another growl as he released his death grip on your wrist and instead wrapped his large hand around your throat. “Thinking we’re beneath them, like kriffing droids.” He gave just the lightest squeeze, fingers playing at your neck, “But you know different, don’t you, darling? You ever had a natborn fuck you like this? Fuck you this good?”

You couldn’t stand it, between his hips pounding against your ass, his hands and teeth marking you up, and those filthy words, you were a mess, eyes rolling back, mouth agape, body like jelly under him. All you could manage was an urgent nod and a whimper of agreement.

Rex grunted his disapproval, before dragging his hand down your body and shoving it between the bed and your cunt. He laid out his rough fingers right where he was grinding you into the mattress, curling the digits just right so your clit rubbed hard against them with every thrust of his bruising hips.

“Say it,” he growled, “tell me why you let this clone fuck you.”

You made sure your moan of a curse was loud as your body pulsed with pleasure under him. Kriff, you were close, so close! Somehow, you found your voice, even if it was a raw, barely coherent mess. “B-best I’ve ever had! No one ever fu-fucked me so good, no one but you, Rex!”

That got his approval, he hummed, nuzzling you just below your ear, his hips and hands never letting up. “That’s right, mesh’la, ruined you, haven’t I? Ruined you for any other man.”

“Yes- yes! Fuck, Rex, want you to ruin me over ‘n over.”

You could feel his cock twitch at that, the hand still pinning your wrist tightening possessively. His lips returned to your ear and right when his fingers started to work in tandem with his thrusts, he purred, “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

Your pleasure reached its peak suddenly and blind hot, so euphoric that you weren’t even sure what you sounded like when it happened. It must have been music to his ears, though, because he let out a distracted curse as he slid the hand from your clit to grip your hip. Just like everything else about him tonight, it was hard and rough, holding you in place as Rex readjusted himself again, using your abused cunt to chase his own end.

It didn’t take him long and you cried out in overstimulated bliss as you felt him spill deep inside you, filling you up, making you his yet again. Just like all the marks he left that night. You couldn’t help but whimper when he pulled out of you, feeling his cum dripping on your ass and thighs. 

Neither of you were able to breathe right after that, and Rex collapsed half on the bed, half over you and he tried to get his ragged breathing under control. You were laying there, spent, eyes closed and uncaring of the mess your open mouth and dripping pussy were making of the sheets.

Still, when Rex, still breathing hard, started laying tender kisses over your hair, you shuddered with delight. He moved your body this way and that until he was under you with your head to his chest. Next, he took your wrist and brought it to his mouth, soft lips pressing gently to where he had held you so tightly.

“I- I left bruises, didn’t I?” he mumbled, and the shame underlying his tone made you look up, “ ‘m sorry, cyare, I don’t know what got into me.”

His gentle hold made it easy for you to reach out and cup his cheek, thumb tracing over his lips. “Nothing to apologize for, Rex. I’m not complaining.”

You wanted to ask who and what was said about clones that got him so upset, mostly so you could give the di’kutla a piece of your mind, but you decided to save that for later. Right now, you just wanted to show Rex exactly how superior he was to anyone who thought less of him. With all the strength you could muster, you raised yourself up, straddling his hips and holding his face in both hands. You kissed him, pulling him against your still sore body and running your hands over his short hair.

He moaned into your mouth and this time his fingers gripped your hips gently, kneading the tender skin with care.

“Rex,” your tone was breathy when you pulled back, holding his gaze as you said, “I’m going to show you how thankful I am that you ruin me every night.”

Slowly, a smirk lifted his mouth, and that haze of possessive need darkened his eyes again.

.

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HOLY-

the ending had me SWEATING

looking forward to part two 🫶

The Video

Summary: You and Cody film something special before the 212th ships out for their next campaign.

Pairing: Cody x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, P in V sex, praise kink, Cody likes to be called Commander in bed, excessive use of the word cock, unprotected sex, creampie, filming, sex tape.

A/N: Once again, I am here to be booked into horny jail. This originally was going to be a longer fic, but I decided to cut out the boring stuff, and changed it a little. May be persuaded to make a part 2 to this one if people are interested....

MASTERLIST

You stare down at him from your position above him. His gaze is lowered, focused on the datapad in his hand. It’s resting on his stomach, focused on where you’re hovering over his cock, hand slowly jerking him. 

It’s risky, doing this on GAR issued technology, but you trust Cody. 

You line up his cock, slowly sinking down onto it. You let out a moan, more exaggerated than you usually would, but you’re doing this for him. You’re about to head off on what’s going to be a grueling campaign, and neither of you will have the time to sneak away and do this. It’s the least you can do to give him something to relax with, when he gets those rare moments. 

You gasp as you settle on his cock, thighs gripping his hips as you give yourself a moment to adjust. He keeps the datapad steady, focusing where your bodies meet. You lift yourself up slightly, holding there before you sink back down. He lets out a quiet groan, watching you through the screen as you use him, bouncing up and down on his cock. 

You play up your moans, reaching behind you to use his thighs for leverage. You’ll tire out long before you reach your orgasm in this position, but you’re far from done. You’ve got a lot to give Cody still, wanting to make sure he has enough to remember you for these next few weeks. 

Cody films you for a couple more minutes before he sets the datapad down to wrap his arms around you. He flips you over, rolling you onto your stomach on the bed. He straddles your thighs, picking up the datapad again to film the curve of your spine, the roundness of your ass. You lift your hips just slightly, giving it a shake for him. He smacks a hand onto one cheek in response, grabbing a handful and squeezing. 

He releases you, shifting to set the datapad on the side table, keeping it focused on the lower halves of your body. He drags the head of his cock along your slit before he presses into you, shifting his body until he’s leaning over you, hips pressed against your ass. He slowly starts to thrust his hips dragging his cock in and out of you. 

You press yourself back into him, squeezing around him as he grinds against you. He drops himself onto his elbows, pressing his chest into your back. His lips attach to your shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin. 

You curse quietly, moving your hips back against him as he works you closer and closer to an orgasm. He pushes himself back up to his hands as he snaps his hips against your ass, picking up the pace. The force of his thrusts drag your clit along the bed, your back arching as pleasure washes through you. 

You moan loudly as you cum, his thrusts slowing to a stop as you spasm around him. He won’t cum. Not yet. 

He lets you come down from your high for a moment before he’s wrapping his arms around you, turning you onto your back. He’s so gentle, smoothing his hands along your body as he stares down at you. You meet his gaze, biting your lip at the lust shining in them. 

He parts your thighs, pushing them up, your hands grabbing the backs of your knees as he grabs the datapad once more. He focuses it between your legs, running his fingers through your folds before he takes hold of his cock once more. He teases your slit, focusing the datapad on your pussy as he presses his cock into you. You moan loudly, sensitive from your first orgasm. He presses all the way into you, holding the datapad still as he begins to fuck into you again. 

You moan, walls clamping around him as the angle drags the head of his cock along that spot inside you with every thrust. He can see the shine of your slick on his cock in the video, your thighs and lips shining with your slick. He’d worked you up good before he  started filming, using his mouth and fingers in the way he knows you like. He has a way of driving you insane, making you wet with just a look. 

Your back arches, pressing against him as he fucks you. He holds the datapad with one hand, the other dropping to your waist. You groan at the feeling of his calloused skin against yours, his hand holding you possessively as he works you up to your second orgasm of the night. 

He shifts the datapad just high enough to film the way your tits bounce as he fucks you, his hand sliding up your side to grab a handful. He squeezes for a moment before releasing you, dropping the datapad back down to where you’re connected. 

He’s close, you can tell by the way he’s groaning, the sound mixing with your own moans. Your back arches as he circles your clit, thighs threatening to close around him as he pushes you to your second orgasm, pleasure nearly blinding you. He stills, moaning sweetly as he cums inside you. He fills you up with every last drop before pulling out of you, moving the datapad between your thighs. You hold yourself open, the spasming of your walls forcing his seed to leak out of you. He films it as it slides out of your pussy, a satisfied smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. 

He turns off the datapad, setting it on the table. He crawls his way up your body, your hands finally releasing your knees. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him against you. 

“So good for me.” He says, lips brushing yours. “Always such a good girl.” 

You shiver against him from the praise, his half-hard length pressing against your thigh. “Thank you, Commander.” You say, kissing him. 

He groans against your lips and you know you have him. He reaches between your legs, spreading his cum along your folds as he drags his cock along your slit. He slips back into you, easing his cock into you. He settles against you, still kissing your lips. This one’s just for you two, your last private moment before you have to sneak back to your barracks. 

***

You’re half asleep in the mess the next morning. Cody had kept you up late, and you hadn’t been able to settle after you returned to your own barracks. Your mind was racing, preparing itself for this campaign. You know you’re going to be working long hours, trying to keep as many troopers alive as you can. 

You had also found it hard to relax with Cody’s cum leaking into your panties. 

You need caf desperately.

You’re in line when you hear it. You think it’s just exhaustion, perhaps a little delirium. 

Until you hear it again. 

You know that sound. You scan the mess, finding table after table of troopers all grouped together, huddling over datapads. You frown, stepping out of line for the caf machine to approach Waxer and Boil where they’re bent over a datapad. 

“What are you doing?” You ask. 

Both clones look up at you mischievously. You can hear it louder now, a nervous sweat starting to form on your back. You know that sound. 

It’s you. 

“Someone uploaded a sex tape to the GAR server last night.” Waxer smirks. 

Panic begins to bubble in your throat, threatening to choke you. It could be anyone, right? You know many clones like to pick up dates while they’re on shore leave. You’ve passed fellow civilian workers slipping out of barracks in the early hours of the morning before too. 

You move to stand between them, looking over their shoulders at their datapad. Your stomach drops, palms sweating as you stare at the bodies writhing on screen. It’s not just anyone. It’s you and Cody. Last night. 

Kriff. Cody must have uploaded it to the wrong server. 

“The entire GAR has access to it.” Boil says. “Everyone thinks it’s someone in Command, by the looks of the room.” 

“We’re trying to figure out who it is.” Waxer says, staring hard at the screen. “It’s definitely a clone.”

“Probably some barrack bunny.” Boil says, whistling lowly. “Whoever it is, he’s one lucky guy.”

You look up as more figures enter the mess, your gaze meeting Cody’s. Judging by his demeanor, he has no idea. You give him a panicked look, trying to decide if you should strangle him right here in the mess, or drag him somewhere more private.

You’re so kriffing screwed.

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JESUS CHRIST

“clever girl” had me in SHAMBLES and it was only the first line of dialogue 😫

A👏FUCKING👏MAZING👏

Hunted

Summary: It's may just be a silly game, but the reward is well worth it. Or, Hunter hunts you down and fucks you with his armor on.

Pairing: Hunter x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, armor kink, Hunter keeps his helmet on, unprotected sex, hunter/prey kink, outdoor sex, definitely not safe sex, rough sex, Hunter is a Dom, the author's exhibition kink shining through once more, authority kink, praise kink, a little dumbification, I've lost track it's very kinky.

A/N: 😏 If you know, you know.

MASTERLIST

You’re exhausted. 

Your legs are tired, lungs burning, but you can’t stop. You’d only gotten a short head-start, and you know it’s only a matter of time. 

You weave through the trees, dodging limbs and roots. Tripping now could spell the end for you. You have to get into town. Just make it through the gate and you’ll have the advantage. The sensory overload will throw him off, giving you just a moment to rest. 

You’re close, the wall that surrounds the city visible as you crest a small hill. Just a few more yards and you’ll break the treeline. 

You don’t make it. 

Something hits you from behind, forcing you onto the ground. The sudden impact knocks the air from your lungs, stunning you enough for them to incapacitate you. Your back hits the dirt, the figure trapping you underneath them. You don’t fight. You’re too tired and you know there’s no point. You won’t escape. 

You stare up at the visor on his helmet, his face hidden from you. You have no idea what he’s thinking, what he’s feeling, what his next move will be. 

“Clever girl,” He smirks, voice low and rough behind the modulation of his helmet. “Doubling back and using the stream to try and cover your tracks.” 

You pout, chest still heaving under him. “You never let me win.” 

He chuckles, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “You know it’s far more satisfying for both of us when you lose.” 

You can hear it in his voice. Even without needing to see his face, you can tell he looks like a wild animal ready to devour you. 

“You can still get the same ending, even if I win.” You say, chest brushing his with every inhale as he leans in closer. 

He leans down until his helmet is inches from your face, close enough you could feel his breath without it. “It’s much more satisfying this way.” 

“Satisfying for me or you?” You ask, words ending in a gasp as he presses his hips against yours.

You can hear the grin in his voice as he shifts, one hand dropping to tug your skirt up around your waist. “For both of us, I’d hope.” 

A shiver runs down your spine as he forces your thighs apart, revealing the slick folds between them. His gloved fingers drag up your slit, soaking the fabric. Your hips press up into his hand, grinding against his fingers for some relief. 

“So wet for me.” He groans, his sigh crackling through his helmet. 

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been turned on since you left the ship. Just the knowledge of how this little game would end, regardless of who won, was enough to dampen your underwear. That was probably how he found you. He could smell your arousal from a mile away. 

Sometimes you wish he’d let you win just so you could say you’ve won once. You know he’d never let that happen, but you could dream. You’d have to actually beat him to get those bragging rights. He’s too skilled, though. He’ll always win, and he’ll always get what he wants. 

“Such a needy thing.” He practically purrs, his codpiece hitting the ground next to your head. “Could smell you before the ship even landed.” 

Your hands curl around the hem of your skirt in anticipation as he frees himself from his blacks. Your lips part with a gasp as he drags the head of his cock through your folds, already hard and leaking. You wonder how long that’s been pressing uncomfortably against his codpiece. How he managed to run with it was beyond you. 

Maybe it was a testament to his determination to catch you and have his way with you. 

You let out a quiet sound, hips trying to press against him as he teases you. It’s been far too long since you’ve been able to get any relief. You need him desperately. “Hunter, please!” You whine, pouting in hopes he takes pity on you. 

He tsks, hand releasing his cock to grip your face. “None of that. I won, so I get to do as I please.” 

He shifts back on his knees, pressing your legs apart. He stares down at your pussy, thumbs spreading you open. Your toes curl in your boots in anticipation. You wish he’d put his mouth on you, but there would be time for that later. You don’t doubt after he has his way with you now, he’ll find a way to empty the Marauder for a couple hours later. 

You can feel the slick gush from your pussy at the thought. 

He chuckles, thumb ghosting over your clit. “What’s going through that head of yours?” 

“Want your mouth on me.” You whine, fingers coming to grip the backs of your knees, desperate for anything to hold on to. 

He huffs out a laugh, helmet lifting to stare at your face. “Well that’s too bad.” He brings his hand down, slapping your pussy. You yelp, pulling your knees closer to your chest in response to the sting. “I’m in charge.” 

He rubs his hand over your pussy, easing away the pain he had just inflicted upon it. “I need you to say it.” 

You whine, biting your lip. Another yelp is pulled from your throat as he brings his hand down once more, the wet slap of his hand on your pussy loud among the trees. You weren’t that far from town. The chances of someone stumbling upon you accidentally aren’t that low. 

“Be a good girl and say it.” He commands, shifting into the voice he used on the battlefield, when he was commanding his squad. 

You whimper, body bracing for another slap. “You’re in charge.” 

Your body jolts as his thumb circles your clit, a jarring contrast to the harsh sting of his slap. “That’s my good girl. Now, are you going to behave?” 

“Yes, Sergeant.” You mumble, already feeling yourself beginning to fold under his authority. 

He shifts over you once more, hand gently cupping your cheek. “Always so good for me.” His voice is so soft, such a contrast to the wild animal and the stern commander you had just seen. 

You whimper, but remain still as his cock teases your folds once more, gathering your slick on his head. Your nails dig into your skin as he presses the head of his cock into you. He’s so big, always such a stretch. 

“So tight.” He groans. “So perfect for me.” 

You’re shaking by the time he’s seated fully inside you, his body resting heavily on top of you. The edges of his armor bite into your skin, leaving indents that will last for a while, but you don’t care. You can hear the quiet puffs of his breath through his helmet as he presses his face close to yours, pressing his forehead against yours. 

He holds himself there as he begins rocking his hips, your eyes staring up into his visor as he cages you in with his arms. Your body jolts as he snaps his hips into yours, his cock gliding easily through your slick walls. There’s going to be a damp spot on his blacks, and maybe some on his armor at this rate. 

Your hands are desperate to touch him, desperate to feel him even with all his armor on, but you know better. You’ll have marks on the backs of your legs from your nails but you don’t care. If he stops now, you might cry. 

You’re close, hours of being worked up aiding in your rapidly approaching orgasm. He pulls his head back from yours, staring down at you under him. Your lips part, moaning loudly as he fucks you. You can barely think, stammering incoherently under him. 

“So pretty like this.” He says, his groan crackling through the helmet. “So cock-drunk you can’t even speak.” His hips snap into yours, his cock brushing that spot inside you. You arch under him, eyes rolling back. “Such a needy little thing.” 

You could cry from how good he’s making you feel. He knows just what to say to get you worked up, so close to an orgasm he’s not going to give you the satisfaction of having. Not yet. 

“Hunter!” You cry, desperately fighting the urge to cum around him. 

He stops, body going rigid above you. You realize what you’ve done, eyes snapping open.

“Want to try that again?” He asks, the warning clear in his tone. 

“Sorry, Sergeant.” You say, practically pleading with him. “Make me feel so good. Can’t think with your big cock filling me up.” 

He stays still above you, staring down at you. You wish you could see his face, wish you could read him, see anything that might give you a hint as to what he’s thinking. Anything that might give you a hint your pleading worked. It’s so much worse like this, when he’s hidden from you. He could be feeling anything and you wouldn’t know, not until he reacts. 

He shifts his weight, his hand lifting to grip your face. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today. Been so long since you’ve had my cock you can’t even think straight.” 

“Yes, Sergeant. Been too long.” You pout, walls fluttering around him in need. 

He hums, releasing your face as he braces himself over you once more. “My good girl. Always so perfect for me.” 

You practically preen under his praise, tears filling your eyes as he starts thrusting into you again. You’re so desperate, so needy for him. For any sort of release. 

His arms slip under your back, pressing you closer to his chest. The plastoid chestpiece is uncomfortable, but you wouldn’t dare say anything, not when his helmet presses into your neck, forcing your head to the side. 

“Cum for me.” He breathes, snapping his hips into yours wildly. The backs of your thighs are going to be red from his armor, but you’ll wear it proudly. “Let me feel you.” 

Your arms wrap around his back and you scream his name as you cum, soaking his blacks and his armor as pleasure ripples through you. His hips jerk, hot cum filling you as he releases inside you. 

You’re both panting and groaning as you come down from your highs, neither of you moving to release the other. You would stay like this forever if you could, but you know it’s only a matter of time before the others get worried at your absence. 

He lets out a long groan, shifting his hip so his softened cock slips from your walls. He untangles himself from you, sitting back on his knees to stare at his handiwork. Your body is slick with sweat, thighs and pussy red from his hands and his armor. There’s indents in your soft skin from it, his fingers trailing along them just for a moment. 

“So beautiful.” He murmurs. “Always so good for me.” 

You smile softly, letting him pull you to your feet. He steadies you as your legs figure out how to support you once more, fixing your skirt. He brushes the dirt from your back before his hand settles on your ass, squeezing a cheek. He leans down, breath crackling through his helmet as he leans in close to your ear. 

“You better keep my cum inside you.” He growls, your legs already shaking as you clamp down desperately to keep his cum from sliding out. “I want to eat it out of your pussy when we get back.” 

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BLIZZARD OMG IM IN LOVE 😭

sev this was so fucking cute, literally i’m obsessed with blizz!!!

VERY MUCH ALAN DJ’S JAMAL

Fly The Night

Pairing: OC Blizzard x fem!Reader (mechanic, no y/n, no physical descriptions, nicknamed Sparks)

Summary: You always fix their starfighters, so Blizzard wants to show you your handiwork up close and personal.

Warnings: none, just flirty flight fun, and a sweet kiss or two, SFW

Word count: 1171

Written to “Dance The Night” by Dua Lipa

The hangar of the Negotiator was practically your own personal quarters. You rarely left, except to eat and hit the sonic. The rhythmic sound of tools in motion, the whoosh and hum of the engines as fighters departed and arrived were the best lullaby you could ask for.

You wanted to fly though. You could never compete with any of the troopers, and you knew that, but even just running the test flights yourself would be a dream come true.

You were daydreaming in the cockpit of the Avalanche, when her pilot popped up next to you.

“I’m honored Sparks, you hadn’t christened the Avalanche yet, and I was starting to think you didn’t like me,” Blizzard said with a grin, as he rested his arms at the edge of the cockpit.

“Christened?” You asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

“The boys and I noticed you sit in the cockpit for a little while after you complete repairs or upgrades,” he explained. “You hadn’t enjoyed the comforts of the Avalanche yet, so the boys were teasing me.”

“You don’t stress your bird like they do. You need the least attention,” you replied with a grin.

“Ah, mesh’la, I actually need the most attention, but that’s a conversation for another day,” He said with an easy laugh. “So what made me so lucky today?”

“She’ll need a test flight to make sure everything’s right and tight,” you hesitated a moment before deciding Blizzard was too sweet to tease you for your honesty. “And I like to pretend I’ll get to do it myself one of these days.”

“If you’re fantasizing about flying, this is the fighter for you,” he said excitedly. “I mean you maintain her, so I’m sure you know that she’s the best in the fleet. Smooth, responsive, fast, and beautiful.”

“Are we still talking about Avalanche?” You asked, feeling your face heat up as his warm, deep voice extolled the virtues of his fighter.

“If I should be talking about something else, Sparks, say the word.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you said softly, running gentle fingers over the instruments. “Let me get out of your way and get back to work.”

“Not so fast,” Blizzard said, blocking your exit. “You wanted to do a test flight, and my baby needs one.”

“I’m not allowed; you know that.” Your brow furrowed, and you bit your lip sadly.

“You’re not allowed alone. You won’t be alone though.”

“Blizz,” you said with a warning tone. If he was playing with you, you’d blast him out of an airlock.

“I mean it, Sparks,” he insisted. “Give me a second to get clearance, and we’ll be on our way.”

He disappeared from view for a moment, and you looked down at the panel. You knew what each switch, button, and dial was for. You wrapped your hands around the yoke, feeling the worn, yet soft, material.

“We’re clear!” He cheered, popping your daydream bubble, as he appeared over the edge of the cockpit once more.

“Really?” You asked much louder than intended. You clapped a hand over your mouth, as a few heads turned your way. “Sorry, really?”

“I wouldn’t tease you like that. Now hop up, so I can join you,” the pilot said, maneuvering into the cockpit behind you.

Once he was settled, he took hold of your hips, and pulled you down into his lap. You could feel the warmth from your face spreading across your entire body, as your body pressed into Blizzard’s. You could feel the heat of him through your flight suit, along with every bit of his muscular form where it met your body.

“This is your flight, mesh’la. Take us to the runway,” he said gently, taking hold of your hands and placing them on the yoke.

You released a shuddering breath before you ran the pre-flight checks.

“Tower, Avalanche ready at runway 5,” Blizzard said, the rumble of his voice rolling through your back where it was pressed to his chest. “Requesting clearance for departure.”

“Avalanche, you’re clear to taxi,” came the response, and you could feel the excitement humming in your chest like the moment before you kiss someone you’ve liked for a long time. As you picked up speed down the runway, your heart began to thrum wildly in your chest.

“V1,” Blizzard called, and you nearly squealed. Just ahead you could see the faint blue shimmer of the final barrier between you and the stars.

“Avalanche, you’re clear for takeoff.”

Blizzard gave you a nudge.

“Rotate,” you said, your voice coming out far more confidently than you’d expected. “Positive rate, gear up,”

The pair of you shot out of the hangar, and into the void. You couldn’t believe it, you were flying. You knew you must have looked like a kid in a candy store, as you carefully maneuvered through the emptiness.

“This is a test flight, Sparks. Put her through her paces,” Blizzard said, reclining, and resting his hands on your thighs.

The Avalanche lived up to Blizzard’s praise, as you increased the speed and performed every trick you’d ever dreamed of. Loops, sharp turns, rolls, everything your heart had desired for so long.

“This is amazing, Blizz!”

“Told you she was the best. Don’t ever tell him I said this, but Skywalker’s toy has got nothing on my baby,” Blizzard replied in a conspiratorial whisper.

Your laughter rang out, as you calculated the jump to hyperspace. You didn’t need to go far, but you did need to check the hyperdrive’s functionality.

“Ready?” You asked.

“Punch it.”

You reclined against Blizzard’s broad chest, as the soft blue hues of hyperspace washed over the pair of you.

“I don’t know how I can ever repay you for this,” you said softly, turning your head to nuzzle against his jaw.

“You don’t owe me anything, cyar’ika,” he replied, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist. “You‘ve kept my baby running smoothly, and kept my vode safe. I’m the one who owes you.”

“Well, I don’t know how you’re going to top this for our next date,” you said hesitantly.

He shifted so he could get a proper look at you. “Sparks. Don’t tease me, please.” His voice sounded so soft, so fragile. Despite the dangers he faced all of the time, this was the first time you’d ever heard fear in his voice.

“I wouldn’t tease you about this, Blizz.”

He cupped your face, and brought his lips to yours in a feather light kiss. His thumb brushed over your cheek, as he leaned closer to take your lips again.

There was a beep from the console to alert your upcoming drop out of hyperspace, and the two of you were brought back to the cockpit.

“Kriff, I was supposed to be taking notes and measurements,” you groaned.

“Oh no, looks like we’ll have to take her around again,” Blizzard said, pressing a kiss to the side of your face, as he settled back once more, and let you soar through the stars.

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DEEJA!! YES!!

i thoroughly enjoyed this, needed a kix fix 😌

HI DEEJA!!!

i am THIRSTING for Kix with:

44. “Don’t bother, I don’t need to take it all off to fuck you.”

Kira!! Thank you for sending this in, I need an excuse to explore writing Kix <3 got a little carried away with this one (*clone wars announcer voice* "will Deeja ever be able to write smut without complex feelings? Only time will tell!" spoiler alert, the answer is probably no) but I hope it satisfies!

Kix x Fem!reader 18+ minors DNI Word count: 1,239 Warnings: fingering, worried Kix, mentions of anxiety.

Eyes tracked a frantic man as he paced back and forth on the landing zone. It was astonishing what a mere hour of worry could do to a man, especially a man hardened by war. 

“Vod, you need to calm-”

“Jesse,” for once, Kix’s tone was deadly and not even the kind of deadly he used with his medic voice. Instead, his brother’s name was hissed through gritted teeth, eyes narrowed on the other man, “if you tell me to calm down, I swear to the maker.”

Kix didn’t have to elaborate on the threat, Jesse knew full well what his friend was capable of when pushed. But, more than that, he knew his brother was just venting, frustrated. Scared. Above all, Kix was scared.

Barely more than sixty standard minutes had passed since the camp lost contact with your scouting party, sixty standard minutes of Kix working himself into a frenzy on every possibility of what could have happened. If it was anyone but you, Kix would have stayed calmer, would have reminded himself that loss of contact wasn’t too out of the ordinary. The separatist comm disruptors were still being taken down by the various squads working across the planet, comms being jammed was to be expected. But this was you, things were different when it came to you.

For Kix, things were always different when it came to you.

Jesse was just contemplating how hard it would be to pull rank and order Kix to go back to his bunk when he saw a flash on the horizon. Thank the force!

Kix must have seen Jesse look, because he was instantly snapping his own eyes to the sky, and he let out a shaky breath when he saw the republic ship coming in. It looked unscathed, but Kix still held his breath, still watched with his heart pounding in his chest as it closed in and landed.

The medic rushed to the party unloading, eyes scanning, searching, until-

“Kix?”

You had just pulled off your helmet as you hopped down from the transport and the look in your eyes said you clocked his worry in an instant.

“What happened?” he asked, trying to keep his tone even, distracted as he looked you up and down, searching for any minor mark and scrape.

When your hand touched his cheek, Kix’s frantic gaze snapped up to yours. 

“Hey, hey, we’re okay, Kix. Everyone’s okay. We just had our comms jammed, like Rex warned us might happen.”

His breath was still caught in his chest, sticking on the barbed wire of his worry, even as he looked into your eyes, even as your hand stroked his cheek. Eyes that crinkled at the corners from your reassuring smile, the hand that helped eased every tension in his body. You were safe, but something was still clawing at his insides. 

Without thinking, Kix took your hand in his, turned, and started walking.

Being all but dragged behind him, you called out, “Wait- Kix, what are you doing? I have to debrief-”

“I don’t care.”

He didn’t like the strain in his tone as he made his way to the camp proper, but he paid it little mind. When he reached a tent meant to store ordnance and other supplies, he pulled you ahead of him, urging you inside. The moment both of you were shielded from prying eyes, Kix was on you, yanking you hard against his chest and crushing his lips to yours.

You made a noise, somewhere between a protest, a squeak, and a heavenly moan, and his mouth swallowed it whole.

“Worried,” he managed, still devouring you as if it was the first time, “was so worried. Thought I-” he moaned hot against your lips when you gripped the back of his head, all thoughts, even the half-coherent ones, falling from his mind entirely.

For now, he just focused on you, the feel of you, the taste of you, even the sound of you when you let out that little gasp as he pushed you back against a stack of crates. Kix hadn’t meant for heat to start low in his stomach. 

All he had wanted was a moment alone, to kiss you, to hold you, to breathe you in before he handed you over to his COs. But now, now that he felt you pushing against him, now that the air in his lungs was being stolen by you and not his blinding anxiety, now, Kix needed more.

He pushed you harder against the crates, hips pressing firmly so you understood his intentions as he finally moved his mouth to start sucking and nipping at your neck. The breathy way his name left your lips sent him over the edge in an instant.

“I need you,” he growled against your skin and you responded by reaching fingers to the clasps of his chestpiece. He continued to suckle and lick the spots he knew made you weak as you fumbled with the armor and finally Kix grabbed your wrists, holding them tight. “Don’t bother, I don’t need to take it off to fuck you.”

Fucking hell, the sound you made at his words was sinful.

The medic leaned back, just a little, as he released your wrists. He tried to keep his actions calm, he truly did, but Kix knew he looked frantic as he bit into the fingertip of his glove and pulled it off with his teeth. With his eyes locked on yours, he pressed his bare fingers to your mouth, while his other hand reached down for your belt.

When you flicked your tongue out to pull him into your mouth, the glove fell from his teeth, tumbling somewhere forgotten on the tent floor. He almost forgot what he was supposed to be doing as he watched you suck on his fingers, making them nice and slick. Again, Kix could barely control the neediness of his movements as he pulled them out and unbuckled your belt.

You kept your eyes on his as he lowered his hand, tucking them between your bodies, then your head pitched back when he slid the wet digits between your folds. He made sure to palm your clit with the heel of his hand as he dipped inside, watching you bite your lip with a moan of his own. 

As you bucked into his touch, Kix leaned in, pressing his lips to your ear. “I can fuck you just like this, mesh’la. I don’t even need my cock to make you come.”

“Bu-” your word was lost when he pressed a little harder, laying firm attention on every sensitive spot.

“What was that?” his purr was teasing and he pressed a kiss just below your ear. That’s when he pulled his fingers out, your slick now coating them thoroughly. He took the tips and rubbed them along your clit, moved them just the way he knew you loved. “Come on, love, what were you going to say?”

When he nuzzled your cheek you turned into his touch, pecking his lips before you found your voice again, “I want your cock too, please, Kix.”

He hummed, delighting in the way you called for him, the way you needed him. Maker, you were perfection.

Kix never stopped stroking you as his other hand went to his codpiece. “Well, since you asked so nicely. Just be good for me, my sweet girl.”

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wow so many feels 🥹 this was beautiful my dear

Oooooo celebration time!! First of all, THANK YOU for all your amazing creations!! Such a joy to have you here in this crazy little clone hole. 🤣

Speaking of clone holes…

Jkjkjk

I’m gonna surprise you by not requesting Howzer. 🤣

May I please ask for Hunter. Evening twilight. Iridescent blue. And SFW. 😜

Whatever you make of that. 🤣 Love the celebration idea and can’t wait to see what you do for all of em!

Thank you for being so welcoming and kind, Free!!! You’re awesome, and getting to know you is such a blast 🥳

👀 WHAT?! NO HOWZER? Wow wow wow! 🤣 I kid I kid but only a little 🤯

Here’s some Hunter for you, my dear, and I hope you enjoy 💙💙

It was nearly impossible to leave the beach once you’d landed safely on Pabu, and Hunter had accepted that spending time with you meant sand between his toes, and the salty spray on his skin; he was getting used to the sensations, as they reminded him of you.

He caught sight of you waist deep in the water, wading out as far as you dared in the rapidly fading light of the sun, as the bands of color on the horizon shifted from orange and pink to deepest blue heralding the end of another day in your newfound paradise.

You looked up to meet his eyes, as he joined you in the clear sparkling waters before lacing your fingers through his, and returning your gaze to the ocean floor.

He followed your line of sight, and briefly wondered what had you so captivated, but it slowly became apparent as the softest blue lights twinkled to life beneath the gentle waves.

Like watching a city take its first breath in the moonlight, the lights sparked faster and faster until the pair of you were bathed in their light, causing him to steal a glance at your face.

Hunter had watched you more than once as you slept in the cockpit as the Marauder raced through hyperspace, as the lights kissed your cheeks, and your breaths came calm and steady in the temporary safety.

It was simultaneously beautiful and painful to see that same look on your face now, alight with blue lights, your breaths calm and steady, and he only hoped this safety could be permanent.

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DEEJAAAAA THIS IS SO GOOD

i’m so excited for this!!! literally the visuals about the clone dying had me teary 🥺

so excited for what’s to come! 🫶

The Captain and the Shadow (Rex x Jedi!Reader) Prologue

Summary: Captain Rex was honor and duty incarnate, but working with an illusive Jedi shadow makes him rethink everything he thought he wanted out of life. Rex x GN Jedi! Reader, forbidden love, canon divergent Rating: Mature (Minors DNI) A.N: This idea has been rolling around in my head for a very very long time and, because I have no self control, I figured I'd go ahead and start it! This is just a nice little introduction for you guy, but I hope you like it! Word Count: 1,402 Warnings: Mentions of death and violence

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[Coruscant, 37 standard hours after the battle of Geonosis]

The serene quiet of the illustrious Jedi temple was broken as you threw open the ancient hall doors. No one needed to be sensitive in the force to see the fury etched on your face. You hadn’t expected anyone to give chase, all the other knights were too enraptured by Master Yoda’s announcement, but you felt his presence following in your wake.

“Care to explain your outburst?” The cool yet challenging tone was all too familiar and, despite yourself, it made your anger flare all the more.

Stopping dead in your tracks, you clenched your teeth as you turned. There he was, grizzled, weathered face looking even older than you remembered just days ago, gray eyes staring you down with his arms clasped behind his straight back. Usually, Master Col would have the ability to make you squirm under that gaze of his, make you feel like a foolish padawan all over again. But not today, not now.

“I think you know very well, Master,” there was a bite in the words, but you managed not to spit them like a curse.

One of his graying brows lifted towards his hairline, “If you’re not going to bother keeping your anger in check, then speak your mind, child.”

The familiar game of verbal combat was afoot, his words were a way of tossing your proverbial weapon at your feet, and you picked it up with pride. “How can you be okay with this, Master? A war? They’re sending us into an all-out war?!”

“It would seem so.” Typical of the old man, as unmoving as a statue, refusing to strike, forcing you into the offensive.

“What are they thinking? We’re meant to keep the peace, negotiate, protect the innocent. Now they want to make us into soldiers? It’s wrong, Master.” The words were sweeping blows, meant to push him, meant to scratch that stony defense.

Col shrugged, “Jedi battle all the time, child, why do you think we have such rigorous combat training?”

“Defending civilians from pirates or guarding a prince against assassins is not the same as this and you know it!” You were well aware that he was getting under your skin, but you struck harder all the same. “The Jedi aren’t weapons to be thrown around by politicians. We have a duty to protect life, this war may make us betray our own code!”

“This war is happening with or without us, and the best way to protect the innocent is to end the war.”

“But we aren’t soldiers!”

“We are whatever our republic needs us to be!” His stern voice echoed off the empty halls, and despite the raised tone, his posture and stoic expression hadn’t shifted in the slightest.

You only narrowed your eyes at him.

This standstill was familiar too, a common impasse in your debates. Usually, the debates were about Jedi philosophy and beliefs, or decisions made during missions. It was not uncommon for them to have fire, for you to get heated over the topic, but this…this was different. This time it felt like you were clawing yourself out of a pit, and everyone else was carelessly burying you alive in it. 

Col had always been harsh with you, even now, years after being a respected knight of the order apart from him and his teachings. He was stern in everything, but you respected him all the same, and you had thought- no, hoped, that maybe he would see your side of things this time.

‘We are whatever our republic needs us to be’? Bantha shit. There was something else going on, there was so much more here, and you weren’t going to accept it blindly.

After a long moment of staring, unflinching, into your old master’s eyes, you said, “I knew of a time when the Jedi thought for themselves.”

It was a loaded statement, and all the times you had debated history with each other gave a heap of unspoken additions to the sentence. You felt a little too much satisfaction when he closed his eyes and heaved a sigh.

“Yes, it is an…imperfect situation, but,” he opened his eyes again, and they were full of that stubborn resolve, “protecting the galaxy from the threat of Dooku and his army is where we need to be. You would rather leave our troops to the hands of those droids? You would send those clone soldiers into battle without our protection?”

Your fists were clenched even tighter now, knuckles white as the memories of Geonosis flashed in your mind. 

Hot, arid desert, blood soaking into the sand, death. So much death. You couldn’t save the Jedi who had fallen beside you, and you were desperate to save this man- this man whose presence in the force felt too young, far far too young. You held him as the bleeding filled the cracks of his shattered armor, pulled off his helmet and looked him in the eyes, even as you felt his life slipping through your fingers.

“I- I’m sorry, General,” he choked, gripping your wrist as if that might help him stay a little longer, “I failed you.”

That clone, that soldier, that living, breathing man had died in your arms. He had apologized to you, as if he hadn’t died for a cause he had no choice in. As if he hadn’t died a hero. How dare Master Col imply that you didn’t want to protect those troopers with every ounce of strength the Force gave you!

“Don’t get me started on this- this ‘Grand Army of the Republic’,” you spat, “that’s even more disgusting! Since when do we condone breeding people to be used like cannon fodder?”

“You fought beside them on Geonosis just as I did, child, they were proud to serve.”

“They don’t have a choice! Master, it’s an army of slaves!”

That actually made him step forward, his intimidating aura invading your sense of space, “So now you presume to know their minds? How dare you speak so degradingly about them. You’ve always been bold, my old padawan, but I never knew you to speak on behalf of another being as if they’re children who can’t think for themselves.”

That knocked you off balance and you actually took a step back. You hadn’t expected him to take that route with his rebuttal and some shame flared in your chest. 

After a hard swallow, your tone was actually even again, having lost some of its fire, “I’m not trying to speak on their behalf, Master, but I’m not the only one who thinks it’s wrong. If what they say about the clones is true, then we’re taking on men who’ve been told their only purpose is to die for us.”

Something else was rising in place of the anger now. 

‘I failed you’ 

That man’s life had flickered out before your eyes, you had felt his last shuddering breath in your arms as well as his presence in the Force slip away like smoke on the wind. And you knew countless more of his brothers would die just like him. Protecting the sanctity of life was everything to a Jedi- it was everything to you. It’s what made you proud of your order, it’s what made their tight-fisted philosophies worthwhile. Safeguarding life and the innocence of it was what kept you going, even when there were so many doubts about the ways of the Jedi. 

If any of you lost your respect for life, then what would become of the order?

“Master,” you tried to keep the emotion from your tone, but it still came out small, almost meek, a vulnerability that you hadn’t shown to Col in many, many years. “I don’t know if I have the strength to lead men to their deaths.”

The silence that rose between you two was almost deafening.

For longer than you thought possible, Master Col simply stared back at you, those stormy eyes betraying nothing of the slight unease you felt from him through the Force.

“Then, I suppose it is fortunate that you will not be leading troops of your own.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Master Yoda spoke with me before he gathered everyone for his speech. He, Master Windu, and I have agreed that you will not be given your own battalion. Your talents and skills are needed in a…different capacity.”

Again, the air was almost ringing with the deathly silence that followed that. After a moment of his words sinking in, you almost wanted to scoff. Of course you weren’t going to charge into the front lines.

In a war, there were far better uses for Jedi Shadow.

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QUE THE TEARS 😭

Hey love! Here with that quote i was talking about!

“may my heart

be the softest place you fall,

may this love

be the wildest place you run”

Let your inspiration flow and decide which clone boy this vibes best for! 🩵

DUDE I was struck with instant inspiration when I saw this. That is a beautiful quote! This was almost stream of conscious writing and I am actively in love with it. Thank you so much for this prompt!

Wedding Speech

Pairing: Echo x Reader

W/C: 490

Warnings: None, slightly emotional but happy, so much fluff

The clinking of glasses fills the room, slowly at first until the cacophony echoes through the hall. The chatter of conversation falls away in much the same way, ending with a deafening silence.

You steady your breathing, actively keeping the tremor in your hands minute enough that you can read off your datapad. Opening your mouth, you realize you forgot your own glass. You hurriedly grab it before looking out at your family and friends, the warmth from their gazes flooding you.

“Welcome,” you say, letting your voice rise from your chest to carry through the room. “Thank you all for coming to celebrate our wedding. I know it was a long time coming.” A gentle laughter rolls from table to table, a few teasing looks are tossed your new husband’s way.

Husband. The word still felt odd, foreign. But so right it fills you with certainty.

“I promise I won’t keep you long. I just have a few words for my husband, and I wanted you all to hear them, too. They would have been vows, but someone didn’t get around to writing his.”

Playful jeering has your spouse rolling his eyes and shouting at his brothers. “We were literally running from the Empire!” His reasonable defense garners no sympathy. You are clearly their favorite.

When the roar calms to a whisper, you continue.

“My love, I know the road you’ve walked has not been an easy one. Some parts were quite lonely. My own has had some rough bumps, too. And while I wish I could take away your pain, I can’t regret the circumstances that brought you to me.

“Now, our paths have merged into one. I cannot promise the road ahead of us will be smooth. In fact, we both know it likely won’t be. But what I can promise is that you will never again walk it alone.”

You hear and feel your voice shaking, but it still rings clear and loud. You take a quick, shallow breath, knowing you are going to lose your composure as soon as you lift your eyes to meet your husband’s. A smile overtakes your lips without conscious thought as you vision blurs.

“No matter what we face, I pray that my heart will be the softest place you fall, and this love be the wildest place you run. I love you, Echo.”

You blink at your tears, forcing them over your lids to slide down your cheeks. With clearer vision, you can finally see how Echo is looking at you with the softest eyes you’ve ever seen. All the love that fills your heart to bursting is reflected back at you in his eyes.

He stands and in one quick step, his arm is around you and his lips are on you, kissing you deeply. Claiming you in front of everyone who means something to you for the second time that day.

“I love you so much, cyar’ika.”

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