#MAKES KAMA LAUGH AND SMILE

[aesthet]

Sweet Spot 𓍢ִ໋🀦

Alhaitham x fem!reader

contents: squirting, fingering, small story before smut, curious Alhaitham, mind fucked reader, bottom reader x top alhaitham

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Alhaitham wasn't interested in sex until he met you. Well it was a book to be exact, a 'How to' sex book that he came across in a bazaar held in the city of wisdom.

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"Book sale! Book sale! 40℅ off!" A man yelled promoting his books. The scribe isn't the type of person to go down town and be surrounded by people, but when he heard they sell books from all across Teyvat he just can't help but check it out.

While Kaveh wonders in the furniture section, the Scribe found himself between piles of books. He was looking around when he came across a book, quite a thick book but somehow light. The cover shows a hand, holding what seems to be a peach with the title 'Ladies' favorite secret',

"a cliche title" He mumbled when the merchant that's selling these books appeared behind him.

"Ah~ I see you're a cultured man, hm? " He wiggles his eyebrows, but after not seeing any reaction from the taller man he immediately cleared his throat and continued with his words "Pardon me friend-- are you interested in this book? "

But before Alhaitham could reply, the merchant continued his words "This book is written by a quite famous author amongst the ladies and she decided to help the men out here." The merchant then took a deep breath and held the book infront of Alhaitham's face "With this hand painted cover she presented a book to make your girlfriend happy! " The merchant smiled widely, and again after faced with an expressionless face, the merchant laughs awkwardly. "O-or partner, I don't judge!" the merchant said, thinking Alhaitham was offended by his words. But after not receiving any reaction he decided to change the topic.

"Say, friend? Care to take the book home with you? It's 40% off and your-"

"I'll take it" Alhaitham cut short

"What?" The merchant blinked a couple of times

"Need i repeat myself?" Alhaitham said, accidentally intimidating the poor merchant.

"O-oh! that wou;dn't be necessary. Uhm, Is there anything else? " The merchant fixes his wrinkled top, cold sweat trickling down his neck.

"No" He replied, though there was also another book that caught his eye. It was a Kama sutra, but he doesn't need it. For now that is, after all the bazaar will be going on for two weeks. Plenty of time

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A few days passed by and you noticed him being more bold, with his movements. Such as; helping you from behind when cutting a certain fruit, reaching for a book on the top shelf, getting a blanket from the closet and pressing himself against you while doing so, pulling you closer by the waist, and even taking a shower together more often. Teasing you, giving you bedroom eyes and a not so subtle hints.

So it's not surprising when you start to become more flustered around him and that made you overthink things. But those thoughts stopped when one day, you were cleaning the house and when you're dusting the bookshelves, you found a book that you've never seen before and after reading a little bit of the book. You can't help but wonder 'is this really him that bought this-'

"What are you doing? " The familiar voice cuts off your thoughts, making you flinch. "Alhaitham, you scared me" sighing after realizing it's just him. He walks over to you, towering you making you feel small. He looks down to see which page you were on "'How to find the sweet spot" he said, smirking slightly.

You looked down, realizing you're still holding the book and on page 69, coincidentally. So when you look up at him with a nervous smile along with an awkward chuckle only to be greeted by Alhaitham's eyes that are filled with something you've never seen from him. A wanting gaze.

"Want me to touch it for you, doll?" He leans in, kissing you. And after you agreed. He immediately puts you in a position, making your back lean against his broad chest as he holds your legs open as he bury his skilled digits in your cunt, curling it upwards and deep hitting your sweet spot. "Ah! Alhaitham--" you whined when his fingers dug deep into you, feeling it in your abdomen and a you writhed around feeling sensitive.

He hummed "Is this it? the sweet spot?" he mumbled to himself, learning your insides and taking notes of what makes you whine and shake like a leaf. "H-hah~ Alh-Haitham-" You moaned holding his wrist, feeling something build up in your abdomen. At this point you're drunk on his fingers, buried really deep in you and reaching spots that you can't reach with your own fingers. And after realizing the feeling that is in your abdomen is similar to the feeling you feel when you're about to pee. You panicked and try pushing his fingers away, only to have your wrist held by his other hand "W-wait, 'haitham! I-" he shushed you, his face beside your ear looking at the way his fingers pump in and out of your tight cunt.

He lets out a pleased, leaning in to your ear and nibbled on your ear "It's okay, no need to hold it in. Just let it out" You shake your head, scared at what's a bout to happen. Creaming around his two fingers, you begin to feel that you can't hold it in anymore and you told him "I-i can't it's too much!--angh~" he fondled your nipple through your shirt with the hand he used to grip your hand earlier. He shushes your whines with a kiss, swallowing every noise that comes out of your mouth.

With whines and moans filling up the room, you finally did what he said and finally let go that feeling building up in your abdomen. And when you did it felt like you blacked out for a few seconds, exhaling and letting out a relieved moan. You didn't realize you've squirted, and slouched against his chest. Alhaitham saw the big gush that sprayed from your pretty cunt, he was surprised and amazed that his doll can do such a thing!. That left you shaking and a whimpering, sweaty mess. Alhaitham then sat up and looked at your face again, then something inside him clicked. So without missing a beat he pushed two fingers in and began to massage your sweet walls

"A-hah! A-wait! I'm still sensi-tive! " You whine, writhing against the sheets and trying to push away his hand. But he only pushed away your hand and pressing down on your stomach. That resulted with a loud moan being ripped away from you. Despite your efforts of trying to push him away, you can't help but enjoy it and soon you became a mumbling mess., cumming again not long after.

He looked down to see your flushed face, too drunk on the feeling of his fingers. He tuts at your adorable face, in the midst of your heavy panting he pulled out his fingers and licking his fingers clean. "I didn't know you can be so messy" he said, easily changing your position.

"Wait, what are you doing?" you asked him and he replied with a chuckle "Oh? so you thought i was done with you?" he asked you with a smug smirk. That alone tells you that you're going to be here for awhile.

#genshin smut #alhaitham smut #fem reader #gens #genshin impact #genshin imagines

[sprout-fics]

Thots on our boy Soap in the bedroom?? I feel like he’d be such a fun lover

NSFW John 'Soap' MacTavish

HE ISSSSSSS

He's Literally So Boyfriend

Out of all of the 141, Soap is by far the most playful. He lives to see his loved ones smile. If you're in a sour mood he'll plop himself down by your side and needle you until you can't help but giggle and hide your smile

This goes to the bedroom too. He's the kind of goofy guy who will be kissing you absolutely senseless one moment and then motorboat your stomach the next

He does have a serious side to him, as all soldiers do, but he lives for the moments of safety where you're caught in his arms and whining at him when he pulls back from your kiss again with that shit-eating grin of his

He's the most likely to try something new, is always up to entertain new ideas in the bedroom. You two have tried pretty much every position there is in the Kama Sutra, and even the ones that aren't.

There's some things he won't try. He'll give you a few spanks to the ass to be cheeky, will bite hickeys into your neck that you have to cover up with makeup, but the idea of hurting you even for the same of pleasure, of degrading or humiliating you isn't something he can stomach well

He does loves the novelty of something new though, from toys to outfits to beyond

At one point he buys a camo jockstrap to surprise you, and you laugh so hard you nearly fall out of the damn bed at him freeing his erect cock and going "Attennntionn-!!"

Makes so many dick related army jokes it's insane. You've heard the 'dishonorable discharge' one so many times you now groan into your hands whenever you hear someone else use the term in earnest

He loves it though, loves the 'That was terrible' response to his jokes you give even though you're laughing. His pleased smile at making you laugh is the stuff of daydreams

Johnny loves to tease. Loves having you in his lap grinding down on him, his hands roaming all over you while you groan into his mouth. You can taste the smile on his lips when he catches your hand trying to undo his belt, grins up at you and tells you there's no rush, that you two can take your time

It's the same when he's buried between your legs, hands pressing your thighs wider until you're completely spread out for him. He fastens his lips on your clit and sucks on it until you writhe and have to buck him off in overstimulation, will murmur a little apology through laughter before he sucks a hickey into your thigh

Despite him being fairly playful and adventurous, his favorite position is always going to be missionary, because he adores seeing your face scrunched with pleasure, head thrown back against the pillows, chest heaving with pants as he fucks you with quick, snapping little thrusts that makes you whine

"Gorgeous." He tells you, kissing you with the same heat that pools below your belly, moaning into your mouth as his hips stutter

At other times he'll tease you while you two are having sex. Give you the whole 'Ohhh I know, it feels so good' line and when you smack at him he only laughs, fucks into you harder

When he has the time, he loves to see just how many orgasms he can wring from you before you have to tap out, your fist pounding the bed as you beg him breathlessly with a gasping "Johnny, please, too much-"

Even when you say you can't possibly have another orgasm he merely hoists your legs up over his shoulders and finds a new angle to thrust inside you until you stare unseeing at the ceiling, trying and failing to find your way out of the labyrinth of his pleasure

"Told you so" He says after you come down, eyes twinkling with satisfaction

It's overwhelming in the best of ways, always has you drunk on him in the way he sweeps you under with a few touches, a murmur of laughter against your flesh. You're always dizzy with it afterwards, blinking against the brightness with his smug face hovering over yours

"It was good, yeah?" He asks almost boyishly, holding your face so he can peck little kisses over your half-lidded expression. "Yeah?"

You nod against him, gasping a little for air as his lips press against your fluttered gaze

"Yeah, Johnny." You tell him breathlessly, craning up to kiss him and tasting the happy smile on his lips

#john soap mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #reader insert #x reader #minors dni #18 + #18 + only #headcanons

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

:D

Well okok- i was thinking, a fellow demon slayer (m!reader) being sent out on a supposedly harmless mission, but it turns out being way deeper and dangerous than anyone expected- he lacks the equipment needed.

he tries to find a safe place to hide but ends up running into Gyutarou. Gyutarou, seeing the man’s helpless state, is immediately set on completely breaking him down. can’t have him causing any trouble for the other demons, right?

idk what specific kinks other than overstimulation? but make with that what you will- feel free to add or remove anything! thank you!! :)

Ah, something like a little predator and prey style, yes~

Certainly! Please enjoy~

Title: Caught

Characters: Gyutarou x m!reader

Contains: dark themes(dub-con), overstimulation, oral/throat fucking, weapon use(Gyutarou's kama), mutliple orgasms

Fandom: Demon Slayer

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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It wasn't supposed to be like this.

You sword wasn't supposed to break, you weren't supposed to run, yet here you were, trapped by one of Gyutarou's kama to the tree you sought refuge by.

Having slumped to the ground while trying to get a moment's rest, his weapon had swung around, the blade pinning you to the tree. One wrong move, and your neck would be cut.

"Well well well...look at this...a slayer who can't even bring himself to fight in battle..." The demon's crackly voice rang strong in your ears as he stepped in front of you, his grotesque form towering over you. He had a sharp tooth, smug grin on his face from the sight of you, the way you trembled in front of him, the way fear clouded your face.

"B-Back up is coming! Y-You're in for a world of trouble when the others get here!" Despite your fear, you knew you had to maintain some sort of confidence, but it wasn't believeable.

"You sound so sure of yourself...heh. You really think that they'll get here soon enough. Your optimism is certainly something to behold..." Gyutarou kept his yellowed eyes on you, as if determining your fate right then and there. "I could kill you...But you look so...so helpless...I think I know of another way to get rid of you...to send a warning to the other slayers."

All the horrible possibilities ran through your mind. What would he do? Cut off your arm? Your leg or a foot? Just a hand?

Well...you certainly weren't expecting him to pull out his cock and present it before you.

His laugh was as crackly as his voice as he leaned over, resting his right arm against the tree as if fully entrapping you. "C'mon, human. Put it in your mouth like a good boy. I won't kill you if you do~"

The smell wasn't pleasing at all, but you had to admit, this was probably better than death.

"I-I do this...th-then you let me go?"

Gyutarou smiled wide, not responding.

You knew there was no guarantee of him keeping you alive, but you were desperate enough to try.

Hesitantly, you opened your mouth. Gyutarou pressed the tip inside and you sealed your lips around him, groaning from the salty taste. You couldn't exactly move, so it was up to Gyutarou. He gently rocked his hips, the tip and another inch slipping in and out of your mouth. The feeling to him was exciting, seeing you helpless as your mouth was taking in his cock. You couldn't move in any way lest your neck get sliced. You were a perfectly trapped human, and he relished it.

To test you further, Gyutarou forced more of his shaft into your mouth. You now were taking him halfway, gulping sounds audible every time he thrusted into your mouth. Tears slipped from your eyes as all you could do was look at that sickening grin on the demon's face.

Suddenly, he thrusted fully forward with a grunt, the tip of his cock down your throat and bulging your skin out to the blade of the weapon.

Your eyes went wide as you tried to scream, but his rapid and deep thrusting kept you silent. He grunted and groaned from the feeling of your mouth around his cock, sighing happily every time he pulled it all the way out only to slam it deep once again.

"Wh-Who knew a human's mouth could f-feel so good~?"

With the sounds of his moans, you knew Gyutarou was close, and you had no choice but to take his seed deep in your throat, your body spasming from lack of air.

When he pulled out, you coughed up his release, some of it dribbling down your chin mixed with saliva.

"Look at that face...~ Heh heh~ You look so nice, looking so defeated."

"I...I-I did what you wanted..." you wheezed. "N-Now...am I free?"

Gyutarou's grin told you otherwise.

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Aside from the sounds of the crickets, the sounds of skin slapping and your moans filled the air. Your face was pressed into the ground with one of Gyutarou's hands, the other stroking your dick tortuously slow. Your ass sat in the air, the perfect height for him to rail into you at a quick rhythm. Your palms were on the ground, but you didn't have the strength or will to push yourself up.

"S-See?" Gyutarou huffed as he roughened up his thrusts. "I-It's just much easier taking it like a good human. A-And when you get back to your little base, y-you'll tell them all the things I did that will--ha~--k-keep you away from us~"

"P-Please..." you begged, "j-just hurry and cum already..."

Gyutarou scowled, making his next thrust deep, stopping and burying inside of you, causing you to shriek. "Don't you dare tell me what to do! You're in no position! Look at you! Taking a demon's dick like this!"

"S-Sorry!" you choked out. "I-I'm sorry!"

"Oh you're not sorry yet. I'll make you sorry..."

He resumed his movements with rough grunts, his thrusts deep and hard, and his strokes to your cock rapid. Your voice rang out, screaming into the air from the stimulation. You dug your hands into the dirt, gripping at the grass as your eyes rolled back into your head. Maybe if you came instead, he would stop.

Though despite the fact you shot ribbons into the ground, he never once ceased.

"W-Wait! I-I just came! Please!"

Gyutarou cackled into the air, finding your desperation amusing.

"Oh I'm not done with you! You'll cum as many times as I want! I'll make it so that even looking at your pathetic cock will make you whimper!"

You couldn't help the rocking of your hips as your pitched moans rang out into the air, but it seems like after sometime, Gyutarou was getting sick of it.

He wrapped the hand on your head around your neck instead, forcing you up against his chest before slamming his hand over your mouth.

"Just shut up already! You're too noisy!"

You grasped at his arm, whimpering into his hand as his actions below never stopped or slowed. You came again without warning, and the sight only egged Gyutarou on as your body began to quake against him.

"How many more times can you cum like this~? Let's find out~"

#kaisers house of desires #x reader #x male reader #x male y/n #x male smut #bottom male reader #male reader #demon slayer #gyutaro #gyutarou #demon slayer gyutaro #demon slayer gyutarou #gyutaro x reader #gyutarou x reader #gyutaro x y/n #gyutaro x you

[dystopicjumpsuit]

No Sleep Till Coruscant

A/N: Written for the lovely @kimiheartblade. You know what you did 💙💙💙

Pairing: Captain Rex x Fem!Reader (reader has insomnia and hair that is long enough to pin up)

Rating: M (minors DNI)

Wordcount: 3k (Look, this was supposed to be 500 words. I had to stop somewhere. If people enjoy it, I’ll write another chapter.)

Warnings and tags: fluff; a little awkwardness/secondhand embarrassment; bumps up against consent issues due to power dynamics (Rex is the ranking officer, but the reader makes the first move and definitely wants this); SMUT with feelings; hair touching; talk of masturbation; heavy petting; suggestive dialogue; Rex touches the reader’s neck and throat, but there is no choking

Summary: You can’t sleep. You ask Rex to help you relax.

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“Can’t sleep?” The deep, familiar voice rumbled close to your ear, and you knew without looking who it belonged to. He may have shared a voice with millions of other clones, but his was the only one that made your skin prickle with awareness.

You tore your eyes away from the Venator viewport as your captain stepped up next to you. You hadn’t even heard his approach, and his ability to move in total stealth while wearing half his body weight in armor and kama never failed to amaze you. His dark eyes traced your features a little too observantly, and you shook your head without speaking, turning back to the viewport and hoping he hadn’t been able to read your expression too closely.

“Something on your mind?” he asked.

“No more than usual,” you replied with a shrug. “I’ve never been very good at sleeping.”

“I guess we all have our faults,” he smiled. “I was wondering what yours was.”

“I suppose there are worse fatal flaws than insomnia.”

His lips quirked in a tiny smile, and he turned toward the viewport to gaze with you at the hypnotic blue swirl of hyperspace. After a few moments, he spoke again, quietly.

“Probably easier to fall asleep if you’re actually in your bunk instead of standing on the bridge hours after your shift ends.”

“Probably,” you acknowledged.

“Do I have to make it an order?”

You smiled. “I wish it were that easy. You could just comm me before bed every night and order me to go to sleep, and I’d have no choice but to comply. Insomnia cured by the power of the legendary Captain Rex.”

He turned his head minutely, and even without seeing it, you could feel his scrutiny. “Worth a try. Come on. I’ll walk you to your quarters.”

It wasn’t a request, so you fell into step next to him as the two of you proceeded down the silent halls of the Venator. You didn’t speak at first, content to walk with him in companionable silence. The majority of the ship was on sleep cycle, and the few troopers you passed merely nodded and continued about their business.

“What’s your excuse—”

“Got plans for shore—”

You and Rex spoke at the same moment, then stopped abruptly with quiet laughs.

“After you, Captain,” you said.

“Just wondering if you had plans when we get back to Coruscant for shore leave,” he said.

“Probably going to lie awake and wish I could sleep for most of it,” you admitted. “You?”

“I don’t think you quite grasp the ‘rest’ half of R & R,” he observed.

“Right, because you’re one to talk, Captain ‘Duty Never Sleeps,’” you teased.

“I never said that,” Rex objected.

“But you’re probably saving it to drop on the next batch of shinies they bring us, aren’t you?” 

His chuckle was so quiet you barely heard it. “What were you going to ask?”

“I was just curious what your excuse was for being awake in the middle of the sleep cycle,” you said.

“Duty never sleeps,” he said solemnly.

“I walked right into that, didn't I?” you laughed, allowing yourself the tiny indulgence of nudging him with your shoulder. Not that it did you any good; you couldn't even feel him beneath the cold plastoid armor, and all you got for your effort was a sore shoulder. 

Far too quickly, you reached your quarters, pausing outside the door. You didn't want to go inside, if you were honest with yourself. There was nothing in that room except an empty bed and four empty, gray walls that stared back at you through every endless, agonizing hour that you lay awake. Rex, too, seemed unsure of what to do now that you'd reached your destination. He fidgeted subtly, reaching up to rub the back of his neck.

“Do you want to come in?” you asked on impulse. His eyebrows shot up in surprise, and you hastened to add, “For safety, you know. If you order me to go to sleep, and it actually works, it would probably be best if I'm close to the bunk. That way I don't fall and hit my head or something…”

You trailed off, realizing you were rambling.

“Good point,” he said, his eyes flicking almost imperceptibly down to your lips. “Wouldn't want to have a medical emergency.”

“Kix would never forgive us for the extra paperwork,” you agreed, keying in your door code and motioning him into the room.

As the door slid shut behind you, Rex asked, “Speaking of Kix, have you talked to him about your trouble sleeping?”

“Yeah. He gave me some pills that made me wake up in the morning with no memory of walking to the mess hall and making a grilled cheese sandwich while the cooking droid yelled at me for entering a restricted zone. I never bothered to try them again.”

“Can’t say I blame you,” Rex said dryly. “How was the sandwich?”

“Apparently I threw it in the trash without tasting it. Damned waste of cheese, if you ask me.”

“If it was GAR cheese, you did the galaxy a service,” he said.

“When can I expect my commendation?” you asked.

“Best I can do is a heartfelt thank you.”

Your eyes crinkled with amusement, and Rex smiled, looking rather adorably pleased with himself at having made you laugh. You scrambled for a clever reply, but nothing came to mind, and the silence stretched out until it became awkward. 

At last, you managed, “I'd offer you a seat, but the only option is the bunk.”

Rex looked away. “I should probably go, anyway. Will you be able to sleep?”

Suddenly possessed by unprecedented audacity, you murmured, “If I say no, will you sing me a lullaby?”

Rex drew in a quiet breath and stepped closer to you. “How often is it like this for you? How often do you lie awake, tossing and turning?”

“Every night,” you confessed.

“And what do you usually do when you can't sleep?” Something shifted in his tone, his words coming out low and husky.

Your tongue darted out to moisten your dry lips, and this time, there was no mistaking the way his eyes dropped to your mouth.

“I—I'm not sure I should say,” you rasped.

He dragged his gaze away from your lips at last, looking up into your eyes. “You can trust me.”

“I know.”

“Then… Will you tell me?” he asked.

“Sometimes, I take matters into my own hands.”

His eyes locked with yours, his gaze sharp and intense. “You…”

You nodded. “Sometimes it works.”

“When was the last time it worked?” His words were quiet and rough, his eyes dark as he looked deeply into your eyes.

“Last night,” you admitted breathlessly. “Probably why there's no way I'll be able to sleep tonight.”

“What did you do?” he whispered.

Drawing a deep, steadying breath, you began, “If I describe it to you, will you—”

His eyes widened as you paused, tongue-tied. “Do you want me to… Touch you? The way you tell me?”

You nodded, your entire body feeling like it was aflame. Hearing him put it so bluntly, you understood the magnitude of your suggestion. This was such a mistake. What was I thinking?! Asking a superior officer to—to—Asking Rex—Rex! Of all people—to touch me like that! I must finally be losing my mind.

Before you could backpedal, though, he slowly pulled off his gloves and dropped them on your nightstand. Your breath shuddered to a halt as you realized you'd never seen his hands without gloves before. In fact, this was the most exposed you'd ever seen the captain: helmet and gloves removed, yet still covered in armor. You felt like a swooning maiden in some overwrought period holodrama, having a fit of the vapours at the tiniest sliver of skin.

“How did you start?” he asked, stepping forward into your space. 

Force, has he always been this big? You felt acutely conscious of the bulk of his armor, his pauldrons so broad that it seemed like all you could see was white and blue plastoid. When you met his eyes, though, you saw something else: a searing heat that burned away all your doubts—a hunger that made your blood race in your veins.

“I started with my hair,” you replied, your voice noticeably hoarse.

He moved slowly and very deliberately, raising his hand to the back of your head. You could feel the warmth radiating from his skin as he carefully and meticulously removed every single pin holding your hair in its tidy, regulation bun. You felt your hair loosen as he pulled them out one at a time, making sure not to drop any, and when he finished, he set them in a neat pile next to his gloves on your nightstand. 

He threaded his fingers into your hair, combing out the remnants of your bun, until your hair tumbled freely down around your face. He touched the locks gently, not tugging on them in the slightest: simply feeling the texture and brushing them softly out of your eyes.

“What did you do next?” he asked in a low voice.

“I touched my face. My cheeks,” you whispered, “and my lips.”

He tucked your hair back carefully before his fingers grazed your skin. The first brush of skin on skin was electric, and you stifled a gasp. His thumb traced the line of your cheekbone as his fingertips curved under your jaw. His touch was light and gentle, his hand blissfully warm in contrast with the cool, recycled air of the starship, and you swayed slightly closer to him, leaning your face into the sensation.

He trailed his thumb down the line of your cheek until he reached the corner of your mouth. Your breath sped up slightly as you felt the calloused pad of his thumb brush over your lips, followed by two of his fingertips.

“Your lips are so soft,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on your mouth.

You brushed your tongue lightly across his fingertips, tempting him to slide them deeper between your lips. He hesitated for a moment, then slipped them into your mouth as you swirled your tongue over them. He rested his forehead against yours, his warm breath fanning softly over your skin. He raised his other hand to caress your cheek, his gaze fixed on you with an expression of pure fascination.

Slowly, he withdrew his fingers and traced them over your lips once again. For a moment, you thought he was going to kiss you, but instead, he took a ragged, shuddering breath and spoke again.

“Keep going. Describe it to me. What next?”

“Next—” the word was inaudible, and you paused to search for your voice. “Next, I touched my throat. Softly. And very slowly.”

The warmth of his fingers as they traversed the short distance from your jaw to the collar of your uniform sent shivers racing across your skin.

“May I?” he asked as he reached the opening of your collar.

You nodded your permission, and he unzipped your jacket with his other hand, the pressure of his knuckles barely palpable on your torso as they descended the line of the zipper. Instead of immediately tugging off the garment, though, he simply continued to stroke and caress your neck, drawing his fingers down from the corner of your jaw to the notch above your sternum.

“After that, I… I traced my collarbones,” you whispered.

His fingers slid beneath your uniform to run along the ridge of your clavicle as his thumb rested against the base of your throat.

“What did that feel like?” he asked quietly.

You shuddered. “Good. It felt… good. But not as good as when you do it.”

At last he slid the jacket off your shoulders, leaving you in only your camisole. His eyes flickered down to your chest, and he swallowed audibly as he realized you weren’t wearing a bra. “What did you do after that?”

“I brushed my fingertips down the center of my chest,” you murmured. “Between my breasts, but I didn’t touch them yet.”

His lips curved into a small smile as his fingers followed the line of your sternum until they reached the silky fabric of your camisole.

“Is this regulation?” he asked in a lightly teasing tone.

“No,” you admitted. “Are you going to write me up?”

“I’m sure the general would be very interested in how exactly I knew that your underwear was out of reg,” he said with a quiet huff of laughter. “Do you want to keep going?”

“Yes,” you replied, somehow managing to keep your voice from betraying the fact that you thought you might actually die if he stopped touching you now.

Is it possible to die of frustrated lust? GAR lieutenant investigates. More at eleven.

Rex dipped his fingers lower, beneath the satin camisole, as his thumb traced over the plush swell of your breast. 

“Is this how you touched yourself?” His voice was low and gravelly, with no trace of laughter lingering in it.

“Yes,” you gasped. “Just like that.”

Your heart pounded so hard you were sure he must be able to feel it as he trailed his hands over your soft, delicate skin. His eyes were fixed on your body, pupils dilated wide with arousal.

“And what did you do next?”

“I think you can guess,” you replied, heat rising in your face.

He leaned close and whispered in your ear, his warm breath sending a wave of tingles down your spine. “Indulge me.”

You inhaled sharply. “Next… Next I touched my breasts—I cupped them in my hands and played with them.”

Rex froze. His hand stilled, resting against your sternum. Even his breath paused momentarily. He whispered your name, his lips barely brushing the silky skin of your neck.

“Rex,” you murmured in a low, husky tone. “Touch me.”

He dropped his head lower, his lips almost making contact with your shoulder, but he hovered a breath away from you. Both of his hands settled on your ribcage and slid up beneath your breasts, tracing your contours, before finally cupping your breasts through your camisole, squeezing you gently, capturing your nipples between his fingers and teasing them until they were stiff and aching with pleasure.

“Like this?” he asked, his harsh whisper hot against your skin.

You arched up, desperate to feel his mouth on your body, but he held that tiny distance between the two of you. “God, yes, just like that.”

He slid his hand down your abdomen until he reached your hip. His fingers slipped beneath the hem of your camisole to tease the soft skin of your belly, and then curled beneath your waistband as he dragged his knuckles over your hip.

“What were you thinking about when you touched yourself here?” 

You dropped your head to his shoulder, burying your face against his neck, not wanting him to see the truth in your eyes.

“Tell me,” he said. His voice was soft, but every instinct you possessed screamed to obey his command.

“You.” 

The word was quiet—barely a breath—but you might as well have screamed it. Rex’s reaction was immediate and overwhelming. The hand that still held your breast released you, and his arm clamped around your body. His fingers tightened on your waistband and pulled you hard against him as he finally, finally kissed you. Lips, tongue, teeth descended on your shoulder, worked up your neck and across your jaw, leaving a trail of heated sensation in his wake.

When he reached your lips, he devoured you with all the passion he’d been holding back with such meticulous self-control. His kiss was everything you’d imagined for months. It swept over you like a wave, scattering your thoughts and making your head spin as his tongue slipped between your parted lips. He released your waistband and glided his hand beneath your camisole, up your bare abdomen, to palm your naked breast as he kissed and kissed and kissed you, until there was only one coherent thought in your mind: Is this really happening?

You clung to him, fingers gripping plastoid. You’d wanted Rex for so long, and now that you had him, it almost didn’t feel real. The thought galvanized you. You broke away just long enough to yank the camisole off over your head, dropping it to lie in a crumpled heap on the floor as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him back into your kiss. His armor bit uncomfortably into your exposed skin, but you didn’t care; you were practically climbing him, frantic for contact.

“Wait,” he rasped. 

“Seriously?!”

He laughed at your impatience. “Seriously. I haven’t waited all this time to rush it now.”

Your breath caught at the implication: he’d wanted this just as much as you had. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“Why didn’t you?” he asked pointedly.

“You’re my captain—” you began.

“And you’re my lieutenant,” he replied.

Ah. Solid point.

“You’ve—you’ve been waiting for me to make the first move?” you asked. “This whole time?”

“Since the minute you came aboard.”

“Damn,” you said, struck. “Are you sure I should be working in intelligence? I completely missed the signs.”

“In fairness, stealth is one one of—”

You cut him off abruptly with a kiss. You slid your hands over the back of his head, stroking the soft, velvety, close-cropped blond hair. His groan of pleasure rumbled against your lips, sending a jolt of arousal through your entire body.

“Captain?” you whispered.

“Yes, Lieutenant?” he murmured, nuzzling your face gently.

“Permission to remove your armor, sir?”

“Kriff, don’t call me that,” he begged. “But also yes. Please.”

You went to work quickly, helping him unbuckle and strip off the heavy plastoid.

“Not a fan of being called ‘sir’ in the bedroom?” you asked curiously.

“Just don’t need to be reminded that we’re breaking about forty-two regulations right now.”

You shot him a look brimming with mischief. “We’re going to break a lot more before we get to Coruscant.”

#captain rex #captain rex x reader #rex x reader #the clone wars fic #star wars #sw tcw fanfic #clone wars #dystopicjumpsuit writes #Spotify

[vodika-vibes]

So, just like yesterday, I planned to stop writing at noon, and I did, and I'm proud of myself, but I have a Fives idea, and I need to get it out of my head and down somewhere. So...here it is.

And I'm tagging @the-bad-batch-baroness because it's Fives. And because I wrote it for her, lol

It's not fair. Fives grimaces as he sidesteps someone on the sidewalk. Okay, that's not fair. His brothers are good men and they deserve to be happy. And he's thrilled that they are. But it's still just not fair. Dogma found a cute little artist who takes him on dates. Jesse's dating a personal trainer he met at a cafe. Tup is dating a dancer he met...somewhere. And he hasn't found a single person. It's not fair. And yeah, yeah. Life isn't fair, he knows that. He does. He's a kriffing clone. He knows better than most that life isn't fair. He just wishes that it was a little more fair. He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. Whatever. He'll either find someone or he won't, it's not the end of the world. "Excuse me! Excuse me Trooper!" Fives pauses and turns, only to stumble back slightly as a woman crashes into him, "Oh! Oh gosh! I'm so sorry! I wasn't actually expecting you to stop!" "It...it's fine." Fives replies as he holds his hands out, "Are you okay, it couldn't have been comfortable to crash into my armor like that." She's cute, a little plump, and her dark hair is pulled into a messy knot at the back of her head, and she's got a set of round wire glasses perched on her nose. She grins at him, and Fives notices that there's some ink on her jaw. Like, actual pen ink, and not a tattoo. "I'm fine, I have extra padding." She jokes easily. "Ah...well, that's good." Fives replies, slightly awkwardly, "Uhm...was there something you needed?" "Oh! Yes! How much does your armor weight?" "...what?" "Your armor? How much does it weigh?" She repeats. "Uh...about 80 lbs, if I'm carrying my entire kit." Fives says slowly. "And it's plastoid, right?" She asks as she looks up at him though her rainbow colored glasses, "Is it hard to move in? Like when you're fighting?" Her face brightens, "Oh! And that skirt thing you're wearing, doesn't it get caught on things?" "Uh...in order. Yes, it's plastoid. No it's not hard to move in, that would defeat the purpose of us wearing it. And my 'skirt thing' is called a kama and it's a perk of rank, and it only gets caught on things sometimes..." He pauses, and his eyebrows creep up when he notices that she's jotting notes in a notebook, "I'm sorry, who are you?" "Oh...uh..." She smiles up at him sheepishly, and she offers her name. "I'm an author. But, like, when I showed up at GAR headquarters to get accurate information, I was told, very politely, to take a hike, so I thought I'd ask an actual trooper-" "I...see..." He says slowly. "How heavy are your blasters? How much training did you need to use them? What's with the shoulder pauldrons? Do they add extra armor? Ooh! Do they add armor to your neck? Shouldn't everyone have one then?" She rambles. "I...hey...hold on! I can't answer if you keep asking questions-" Fives sputters "Oh. I've been told that I talk too much. Sorry. I will stop babbling in three...two...one..." She presses her lips together, and Fives laughs. "How about, you buy me lunch and I'll answer as many questions you have. And in return you let me read your book?" Her entire face brightens, "You want to read my book!?" "Well yeah, I feel like I should if you're writing about Clones." He grins at her, "I'm Fives-" She takes a deep breath and clamps her hand over her mouth, and he laughs, "Ask your question." "I ran into one of your brothers the other day, and he was super rude, and his name was Frank and your name if Fives and how do you get your names?" She asks quickly. "We pick them ourselves." Fives replies, making a mental note about one of his vod and his rudeness. "You can pick your own names and someone picked the name Frank?!" You blurt, "Oh that's so lame. If I could pick my own name it'd be something awesome, like...Xesh!" At that Fives bursts out laughing, "Alright, alright. You owe me lunch if you're going to make me laugh like this."

#star wars #tcw #ARC trooper Fives x reader #ficlet

[prolix-yuy]

Helllo!! I’m so excited for your bangathon! I love your work so much! I can’t wait to read the drabbles!

I did spin the wheel and got the mermaid position. I was having a hard time deciding which boy to pick but I can see Frankie and his wife trying a new position to spice things up. I can see it being equal parts silly and sexy. 😂😂

Thank you so much!

Oh my god, you need to know that this exact position in this exact circumstance is EXACTLY why I wanted to do the bangathon in the first place!

Pairing: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x F!Wife Reader

Position: Mermaid

Word Count: 804

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, PiV sex, allusion to cumming on someone, so much silliness.

Notes: I love silliness in sex, and this was a perfect excuse to play with that. Plus Frankie can use a little lighthearted fun!

“Are you sure this is how it works?”

Frankie leans over to peer at the iPad propped up on the table next to you, which only tips you back into giggles as he squints with his mouth half-open.

“Your glasses are…”

“I can see it.”

You swallow back another laugh as Frankie helps scoot you a little closer to the edge of the dining room table, the only available surface that lines you and your husband up just right. He’s already snug inside your welcoming cunt, stomach twitching against the back of your thighs every time you feel another giggle threaten to take over. 

“Okay, then we do this…” he murmurs, bringing your legs up against his chest so your ankles frame his flushed face. 

“And it’s called the mermaid?” you ask, flat on your back in a way that pulls your hamstrings taught. It’s a little bit of a strain on your calves, nothing you can’t handle. Frankie’s attention comes back to you, broad shoulders firm under your heels. He strokes those big hands you love up your legs, a steady pull out and press back in testing the position. 

“Maybe this is your tail?” he says, a boyish smile crinkling his eyes.

“Best fish you ever caught,” you shoot back, arching your back a little to look more alluring.

“Only one in the sea for me,” he replies, pressing a kiss to your ankle. The playful groan changes to a real one as Frankie begins a firm pace, the creak of the kitchen table growing louder as he rocks into you. 

It’s…not bad. There were other positions you liked better in your quest to knock out the kama sutra. It’s just sort of…dull. Your mind wanders, admiring your husband’s dewy skin, the line of a farmer’s tan faint along his bicep. The way his curls bounce as he pants, eyes roaming your curves before making it back to your face. When your eyes meet his gaze sharpens.

“Not doing much for you?” he asks, slowing to a stop and stroking long paths up and down your thighs. You chew the inside of your cheek, contemplating.

“If I knew I was going to be looking at my feet so much, I would have gotten a pedicure.”

Frankie’s eyebrows shoot right up into those gorgeous curls, then his whole face scrunches up as he snorts and laughs into your calf. You tumble over with him, egging each other on until the laughter is uncontrollable and you’re both out of breath and half-crying. 

“My god, woman, you’re going to kill me with that mouth of yours,” Frankie gasps, leaning back to catch his breath.

“But really, come on, why would you put the least attractive part of my body right next to my favorite part of yours?” you say, your heart fluttering when Frankie’s smile softens. 

“I like your feet, they’re cute,” he rebuts, placing a too-ticklish kiss right in the arch to makes you squeal.

“I like you, you’re cute,” you reply, and the laughter smooths and melts into the glow of love that always seems to surround Frankie when he looks at you. You could live in his adoration for the rest of your life. 

“Okay, I saw another version, let’s try that,” Frankie finally says, shifting your legs so both are pressed against the same shoulder. Pressing your thighs together, Frankie’s hand splays across your stomach, thumb sliding into the slick folds of your pussy. Caressing your clit, he plants his other hand and bends forward just enough to start bringing your knees to your chest. Another circle of his thumb and your body zings with arousal.

“Oh,” you gasp, hands scrabbling to clutch at his bulging biceps.

“There?” 

“Yeah, there.”

“That’s good?”

“Fuck, yes, Frankie.”

Frankie’s pace speeds up, rocking his hips into the spot he’s mapped in every way you’ll let him take you. His thumb presses firmer in, rough pad dipping into the slick and smearing your clit into greater and greater pleasure. Tossing your head back, you let every noise spill from your chest, Frankie’s half-growls and panted praise your reward. The kitchen table protests but neither of you pay it mind, especially when a gush of your arousal drives Frankie to pound into you, the perfect roughness and power to topple you over the edge with his name tearing from your lips. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful,” he groans, pulling out once your aftershocks subside. He rounds the other side of the table, cock and fingers milky with your cum. You tilt your chin to accept the ravenous kiss, limbs splayed and weak against the hardwood. 

“Gonna give this mermaid a pearl necklace?” you ask, his thumb rubbing along your swollen lips.

“God, I love you, baby,” he husks. You smile up at him.

“Love you too.”

END

LJ’s Bangathon 2023

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[trudemaethien]

If you're still looking for writing prompts, I got:

Echo/Fi for the ship and "Exchange, Integrity and Trouble" for the word prompts! (You did say words, so hope 3 is enough!)

They sorta took the bit in their teeth and ran away with it, lol. prompts what prompts? 😅

“Hey, is that Ghez Hokan’s— I thought you died!”

“No, but didn’t you die?”

“You two…know each other?”

The commando in the grey beskar doffs his helmet and in unison two eyebrows on two different faces go up as they swing in incredulous unison to Hunter, as if questioning their acquaintance is the abnormal part of this encounter, and not an RC and an ARC somehow knowing each other on sight. Those groups didn’t usually play well together.

“How do you know each other?” Tech interjects.

The commando grins, brilliant and lopsided and says, “Well, y’see what ha’happened was, Eya’ka here—”

Echo promptly makes a rude noise over him. “Nuh-uh, you lost the right to baby-name me fair and square, Ei-Oh-One-Fi.”

“You cheated,” Fi slings back, immediately heated. At least one of the other commandos is laughing under his T-visor.

“You wish I had to—”

“—if I coulda proved—”

“—cheat to beat your ass.”

Echo’s smile is out in full force, cocky and blinding, dimples and all. Hunter glances at the rest of the batch to see if they’re seeing what he’s seeing. The commando’s squadmates look just as far behind.

Fi purses his lips and visibly decides to take the better part of valor on this particular battlefield. “Cadet 21-0408,” he resumes, “did not beat my ass. He had a gambling problem. He bet outrageously against my trainee squad on some trumped up bullshit dare, and then mercilessly extorted us for all we were worth when he won on a technicality.”

This must not be his trainee squad, then. Hunter winces internally, but Echo is shaking with silent laughter. “You sure know how to hold onto a grudge, Fi’ika,” he quips.

“That’s n-not all you held onto,” Fi grumbles, fondly disgruntled.

Echo is still smirking. “No, no it was not,” he says, and that’s—he’s flirting? With this asshole? It almost sounds like they had a fling… The commandos look like it’s news to them too, but not all that shocking. Good. Some of those cohorts could be real pricks about inter-unit relationships.

Wrecker’s picking up on it too. “You guys…?” He points from one to the other eloquently and then ruins it with a blatantly obscene gesture that means a lot more than fucking.

“No!” Fi squawks, but Echo is still laughing, so Hunter really doubts the veracity of his denial. “I meant his kama,” he tries to excuse.

But hadn’t Echo not gotten that until he’d passed ARC Training?

“Can hang onto that anytime,” Echo flirts.

The laughing commando in purple and brown beskar’gam leans over, even with his comms muted, obviously dying of hilarity.

“I never—” Fi protests, trying futilely to defend himself but only making it seem more and more likely to be true.

“Mmm, I seem to recall—” Echo says, gearing up to cause even more trouble no doubt, and Fi has had enough. He tackles him to slap a hand over his mouth. Echo stumbles and twists, Fi slips, and the entire audience of two squads starts forward abortively to try and help.

With a whine of servos, Echo manages to turn their fall into something less drastic, but they end up in a tangled heap of grey and red-edged kamas on the ground anyway.

“Osik,” Fi says, winded, “can’t tussle like tubies anymore, can we?”

Echo pats his ass. “A repeat of last time is right out too.”

“Everyone who witnessed anything that may or may not have happened is dead,” Fi says hastily, the grief being trotted out old and worn, barely remarkable. “You can’t prove a thing.”

“Just us left, old boy,” Echo agrees pensively, then turns wicked again, helping Fi sit up. “Bet I could make you make that noise again, though.”

The atmosphere shifts back from the precipice of grief to a much more pleasant sort of remembrance. The Mandos call that aay’han, Hunter recalls due to their current company.

“No! What noise? There was no noise. There was no noise!” Fi protests as around them the rest of their adopted squads join in the laughter.

Young and Old, Merry and Bold 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/51930292

#writing prompt #ask answered #fanfiction #cloneshipping #clones #arc trooper echo #republic commando fi #kama #fi 8015 #echo 1409 #star wars tcw #repcomm #egregious flirting #silliness #omega squad #background tbb #i kept omega(little sister) out of it bc that would have been too confusing #too many omegas #and its not even omegaverse

[sergeantgoggles]

Hello! For the kiss prompts, can I ask for Howzer/Rex with 💖?

This definitely grew legs, but I felt it was important to really set up the scene for the emotions.

Enjoy, friend!

.

Several emotions and thoughts circled through Howzer’s mind as he and several other clone prisoners were bound and escorted onto a transport ship, destination unknown. The name “Tantiss” had been thrown around, but it wasn’t a planet he’d ever heard of. He thought about his men, how so many of them had died at the hands of the Empire defending what they believed in, and he thought about his time on Ryloth, about Cham and Eleni, and of Hera.

He thought about Crosshair, oddly enough, and hoped that one day he would wake up and realize that the Empire wasn’t what he thought it was. They didn’t care about clones, and they were going to discard him the way the rest of them had been. Howzer hoped that he was able to find his way back to his squad.

As the door to the transport closed and his fate seemed sealed, he took solace in knowing that someone would be waiting for him, so they could march on together.

Howzer let himself stare at seemingly nothing, but behind his eyes were images of Rex, his contagious smile, his warm eyes. If he closed his eyes and blocked out the noise around him, he could feel Rex’s lips, hear his laughter, his voice in his ear making promises after the war. Dangerous thing, those promises, and a shame that he never got to keep them, because he would have. Rex had always been a man of his word.

At least, Howzer figured, Rex would be there on the other side, and he wouldn’t have to wonder anymore how he was supposed to keep fighting when the one he was fighting for had gone on ahead.

Commotion outside the door drew him from his thoughts, and he readied himself to fight. He owed it to Rex to at least try to live on, even if his situation looked more dire with each passing day. When the door hissed open, his eyes widened, and his veins were filled with something he dare didn’t call hope.

“Fireball?”

“Good to see you, Sir,” the trooper greeted and motioned for them, Howzer and the other clones with him, to follow.

Once they were to safety, Howzer confronted the other clone he’d recognized, the one from Crosshair’s old squad. “Quite the operation you’ve got going on here.”

The trooper, no, this one was an ARC, if the tan kama were any indication. He gave Howzer a charming smile and put a hand on his hip. “We’ve been at this for a little while, but once we saw your name on the manifest, your rescue became our top priority.”

Howzer blinked in surprise. “We’ve met, but I doubt I left that kind of impression on you…”

“Echo,” the ARC supplied, “and it wasn’t my decision, but I’ll always fight to save a brother who stood up for what was right.”

“Then whose decision was it?” Howzer questioned, brow raised, and arms crossed.

Echo laughed a little and turned back to the console to look out over the stars as they flew through hyperspace. “You’ll see soon enough. Once we’re back on Coruscant it’ll all be explained.”

Howzer wasn’t happy with that answer, but it was clear that was the only one that he was going to get for now. He sighed and took a seat. Might as well wait. At least he was with brothers and not in the hands of the Empire.

Upon landing on Coruscant, he was greeted by several other troopers that had taken refuge there, along with the Senator from Pantora, who he’d heard was taking a stand for clone rights. They chatted for a little while, and Howzer offered her any information that he could. Anything to help the cause.

He’d caught Echo as he was about to leave, off to find someone to hack into the data he’d managed to extract from the ship before they had to leave. “Say, Echo, you were in Crosshair’s squad, right? Did he…ever make it back to you?”

Echo paused, then shook his head. “It’s complicated, but no, he didn’t.”

“I see,” Howzer frowned, “but, where are the rest of them? Why are you here without them?”

“I…chose a different path,” Echo answered vaguely. “Clone Force 99 took me in after I was rescued from Skako Minor, but they want to keep a low profile. When I heard my former Captain was organizing a rebellion, well, I couldn’t just sit back and let him have all the fun, right?”

They shared a laugh, then Howzer asked, “Who was your old Captain? Anyone I know?”

A mischievous glint glittered in Echo’s eyes then, but before he could answer, another voice joined the conversation. “You might know him.”

Howzer froze. He knew that voice better than he knew his own, and Echo’s knowing smirk told him that if he turned around, his suspicions would be right, but he didn’t dare move.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Echo dismissed himself and boarded his ship, leaving him alone with the ghost approaching his back.

“Howzer—"

“You’re dead,” Howzer whispered. “It was all over the comm channels. Your name was among the ones that perished with the 332nd when they crashed into that moon.”

He could feel breath on the back of his neck, hands timidly settling at his hips, could smell the same aftershave that Rex insisted on using because the GAR issued one didn’t smell right. Howzer gasped as lips brushed his ear, and he slammed his eyes shut to will the hot sting of tears away.

“Howzer, look at me.”

Slowly, Howzer turned, eyes downcast, terrified that he would see someone else. Strong fingers cupped his chin and drew his gaze up, and Howzer felt the air leave his lungs.

“Rex—”

“I saw your name on that manifest, and you became my top priority,” Rex explained softly, “I told you if you ever needed me that I would come for you, Howzer. I’m…sorry that it took so—”

Howzer surged forward, slotting their lips together and wrapping his arms around Rex’s neck. Rex was alive, he was here, flesh and bone and breathing, and his lips still tasted sweet like a fine wine. Once Rex’s brain caught up, his arms moved around Howzer, pulling him impossibly close, hands roaming his sides, then into his hair, deepening the kiss. Before Howzer knew it they were moving, Rex guiding him backwards on the platform until his back hit the wall. The soft groan that rolled from his tongue gave Rex the opportunity to to enter, licking the inside of his mouth, reminding Howzer of that equisite taste that he could never get enough of during the war.

“I’m sorry,” Rex murmured hotly between increasingly feverish kisses, “I should have found you sooner.”

“Don’t,” Howzer gasped, giving in to Rex trailing hot, open mouth kisses across his cheek then down along his jaw, then his neck. Everything was too hot, too much. Rex was alive and kissing him breathless and Howzer had half a mind to question if he had died on that transport because this was too perfect to be real. “Rex…”

“I missed you,” Rex breathed, coming up for air for only a moment before diving in to kiss his lips again. “I missed you so much.”

Howzer moaned, even as his emotions overwhelmed him and tears tracked down his cheeks. He needed more, needed Rex to make him believe this was real.

“I need to feel you, Rex,” he exhaled, “Please—”

“I have all night,” Rex replied with a promise and another searing kiss. “I’m not going anywhere, not without you, not anymore.”

Howzer’s hands slid into short blonde hair as their foreheads came to rest against the other’s, and Rex’s thumbs wiped away the tears that were staining Howzer’s cheeks. From batchmates to lovers, Howzer had never expected that even when the galaxy was against them that Rex would still be right here, holding him up and pushing him to be the best he could be.

“Rex?”

“Yeah?”

Howzer smiled, really smiled for the first time in what felt like centuries. He found Rex’s hands, still on his hips, and laced their fingers together. “I missed you, too.”

#cloneshipping #clone shipping #clone/clone #the bad batch #rexhowzer #tbb rex #tbb howzer #heart prompts clone edition

[jordie-gvf]

jake blurb #7

i am so unbelievably sorry for the hiatus! im currently DRIVING the struggle bus. i have to balance school and then i cook for my family and i can never find time to write anymore! here i present, a teeny tiny jake blurb for you!

warnings : mentions of anal, teeny tiniest addition of angst

word count : 425

You and Jake had pretty much tried everything when it came to sex. Jake bought a copy of the Kama Sutra, and you tried every single position. 

During dinner, Jake had seemed antsy. He kept fidgeting in his chair and he couldn’t sit still. Once the dishes were done, you and Jake had gone upstairs to settle in for the night. He told you he would meet you up there, that he needed to do one more thing.

You had started taking your makeup off when Jake had approached you in the bathroom.

“Can we talk about something really quick?” Jake had asked you, not making eye contact.

You nodded and immediately put the cotton pad down onto the bathroom counter. He sat down on the bed and you sat down right next to him. 

“Jake, you’re scaring me. What’s wrong?”

He put his hand on your knee and finally looked at you. “Nothing’s wrong, I just wanted to ask you something.”

He continued speaking after you placed your hand directly on top of his, “I want to try something new, tonight.”

His words could mean one of two things. Either he wants to see other people or he wants to introduce a third.

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“No! God no. If we ever broke up I don’t know what I’d do with myself.”

You sighed in relief and stood up, grabbing his hands and saying, “Are you finally open to a third party?!” 

He laughed and said, “No, Princess. Sit back down.” You did as he said and sat your ass right back down.

He kept his hands enlaced with yours and asked you, “How would you feel about anal?”

You laughed and broke eye contact with him, thinking he was joking. You looked back up at him to see his smile fade. “Oh, you’re serious?”

“Forget it,” he said, letting go of your hands and standing up, too embarrassed to continue looking at you.

You laid down on the bed as he walked into the bathroom. He left the door open while he brushed his teeth and washed his face.

“I’m open to it.”

You could hear him stop brushing his teeth. He peeked out from behind the door frame and raised his eyebrows at you.

He spit into the sink and wiped his mouth off. He emerged from the bathroom and smirked at you. He placed one hand beside your chest and one on the wall above you. 

He leaned down and whispered in your ear,

 “I’ll grab the lube.”

#jake gvf #jake kiszka #jakekiszka #jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka fanfiction #jake kiszka fic #jake kiszka imagine #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka x reader #gretavanfleet #greta van fleet fics #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet smut #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van smut #gvf fic

[emissaire]

lewisia on my path - geto x reader x gojo

꒰꒰. CHAPTER: 004 - it's time 📌

꒰꒰. SPECIFIC TAG(S): angst

꒰꒰. NOTE: sorry for the long wait! i got busy with uni :3

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「 #.... FLASHBACK 」

The atmosphere was so still, almost like the world has stopped to let you catch the remaining pieces of your heart as it fell into pieces. "What is it?" You're staring at the male beside you with a concerned look on your face.

He didn't respond, his expression almost grim looking, only giving your hand a light squeeze and his touch lingers in desperation and sadness… and maybe even fear of what may come.

"You're seriously making this sad when it shouldn't be, Toru." You forced out a laugh, turning your body sideways to hug Satoru's torso.

He knew you were trying to make this as easy as possible for the both of you but your barely present smile and the tight embrace you have against his body were indicators that you were in pain just like him— hurting more than him. The guilt that had settled deep in his gut eats away at the resolve you were kind enough to lend him because he knew that if you, as much as tell him to stay, he would. But you weren't selfish, so unlike him. You were willing to let him go so he can live his life the way he was destined to while you're left behind with the memories and the heartbreak his absence will give you.

"I'll come back for you. I promise, we'll see each other again." He murmured, lips pressed on the top of your head all the while pulling you even closer to his already longing warmth.

"Satoru-sama, it's time." Just like that, the world is spinning again and the hole in your chest where your heart should have been dropped to your stomach in dread.

Don't go. Don't leave me.

I need you. I love you.

Yet you only managed to press a quick kiss to his lips, one that you knew will be the last. You never thought it was possible for someone to take your heart and leave a hole in your chest. That endless pain you felt when he uttered his last words to you before watching him walk away was indescribable. "See you soon, Y/N."

Before you met Gojo Satoru, you lived a simple but unfulfilled life in your small town in the countryside. Life held no meaning but when he gave you his promise, you started to see it as your safe haven. In this town was where he first admitted to loving you, where your first kiss happened and everything that you could tie your happy memories with him. Never in your life would you have thought it would be the same place to house your pain.

You didn't take your eyes off his back, waiting until you couldn't see his silhouette anymore. You quickly wiped the lone tear that fell from you, jumping slightly at the cold touch of something making contact with your cheek. There, on your shaky hand was the promise ring he gave you just before he left, the sole reminder that he had been there with you, the only evidence that he was there, he was real, and he loved you.

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꒰꒰. SYNOPSIS: you take one wrong turn and your path leads you to where your heart should be and where it longs to be— in the form of geto suguru and gojo satoru.

꒰꒰. TAGLIST: @bontens-angel @julian0800 @thebritishtwerkteam-blog @kama-star @lululala27 @rntrsuna @bigpoosygyal @kissezfornamjoon @woozzz @spxriny @iwannabeacrow @ysljoon @yukichan67

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work of emissaire, 2023 - plagiarism is a crime

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[anxiouspineapple99]

Pineapple! I am absolutely rabid for Avery/Phantom info!

Please let us know how this even HAPPENED, and so specifically I am interested in what drew them to each other given their circumstances together? What has been their biggest stumbling block to get over? How do they keep the spark going through absences, if they are separated?

What is the absolute most the other is willing to do for the other? I mean true desperation stuff.

What is a most juicy/interesting tidbit about these two that you love?

If possible, could this be from their point(s) of view in the answer?

tysm, I love this event idea!!! 🌑

Hello love! So sorry for the delay in answering! But without further ado I’ll be handing this off to Avery and Phantom!

Huge thank you to @dickarchivist for sending Phantom over for a bit! 😌 💖

Oops almost forgot the cut for length!

Avery: How did this happen? The kama. It was definitely the kama.

*she laughs*

Anyhow, what drew us together… I don't know how to say it without it sounding positively ludicrous but I was drawn to Tommy immediately. And I don’t just mean physically. Though, look at him, obviously he is gorgeous. But it was… deeper. Like the Force… it knew that I needed him, I suppose?

Every time he showed up at the Temple with Athena I just felt compelled to be near him. There were even a few times I knew he’d arrived before I’d even seen him.

Phantom, smiling: Aww you think I'm pretty- wait it was the kama?

Phantom, chuckling a little now: I think for me, it was how excited Athena is every time Avery is even mentioned. It started getting me excited, then one day she showed up to training, and... well ya know, they say love at first sight n all, but I really think I had that for Avery.

I just... *saw* her, very first time, hadn't even spoken to her, just heard her laughing... stars her laugh... I'm sure it was that, yeah.

So. She liked my Kama, I loved her laugh.

Avery, leaning in whispering: I’m kidding, love. It was that charming smile. Even now I’d move every star in the galaxy to see you smile.

Phantom, getting all bashful now: we uh... we got more questions?

*he steals a quick kiss from Avery and then looks at the interviewer*

OKAY! Our uh- our stumbling block? I... think it'd be the other jedi. Buir Dax knows, but Athena doesn't. She'd just be too excited, might spill it to the wrong person, get Avs kicked from her home... last thing I want to be is a secret, but for her, kriff I'd stop existing if she needed me to.

Avery nodding: Yes, the Order has made things a little complicated. But I’d leave tomorrow and not think twice about it if Tommy asked.

I’d also say the general stress of the war. I’m… a bit of a control freak and if I can’t control the environment to ensure Phantom is safe I tend to worry. I’ve gotten better about it…a little.

I suppose that brings us to the next question? How we keep the spark while separated…

Phantom: some ah... creative camera work? And well, just communicating whenever we can. We sleep on call sometimes, once one of us conks out the other hangs up. Can't get caught...

I'm thankful we have a bit of privacy even in the Crypt.

Avery, blushing: I may also be guilty of sending him messages disguised as confidential medical records… usually silly things like a prescription for one Jedi Healer…I think the order for Vitamin Me was the most….comical. I really missed him…

*clears her throat*

Alright. Next question. The absolute most we are willing to do for each other? In all honesty there isn’t much I wouldn’t do for him. What I feel for Phantom— it burns hotter than any sun. I’d give up everything for him. Being a Jedi…my life…all of it.

Phantom: I'd die for her. I know that isn't a *lot* from my standpoint, actually... here's one better.

I'd live for her.

Avery makes me want a life. I didn't think I'd have someone who would make me feel like that again... I want to live after the war, have a life, maybe a couple kids if she wants... if I'm capable of that, never really got a clear answer on that mark. But, yeah, so...

Most I'm willing to do for her? Give her my entire life, and make sure I don't die.

*Avery reaches over and squeezes Phantom’s hand before nuzzling her forehead into his shoulder*

After a moment Avery sits up again: Ahh yes, my apologies the final question. The most juicy tidbit about us? Mmm… there was that time I surprised Tommy in the supply closet. Or the time we almost got caught in the Temple gardens… Although, the day we finally confessed our feelings for one another will always be my favorite… Walking in on him half dressed was certainly a lovely surprise.

Phantom, blushing and chuckling, his arm around Avery's shoulders: Ahah... hooooooo... I gotta agree, my favorite was the day we confessed, but another good one was that time on the back of the speeder bike. That uh...

*he clears his throat, crossing his legs*

It's a fond memory, holding you like that…

Avery chews on her bottom lip with a dreamy smile: Mmhmm…that was…

*she breathes deeply*

Ah yes, well if those are all the questions, I just realized Phantom has a…physical today. And I’m the on call physician so that means it’s my job to perform it. It was lovely speaking with you!

You ready to go, Prince Charming?

Phantom, not wanting to waste Avery's precious time, lifts her up: Faster if I carry you, yep

Avery laughs and whispers in his ear: My room. Now. This isn’t a GAR approved physical…

#star wars #oc x oc ship #oc x oc rp #oc: avery leto #avery x phantom #valentine event #valentine’s day #clone oc phantom #grave squad clones

[spacemagicandlaserswords]

The Clone Wars: Return of the Thoughts

I’m over half way through my first watch through of The Clone Wars (I’m part way through the Onderon rebels arc at the moment) and it has been An Experience. I have really enjoyed watching it, even though so much of the story is just pain and despair. If it isn’t already completely obvious from my reaction posts, I have completely fallen for the clones. New hyperfixation unlocked. I love and adore all of them. This brings about its own problems because for a show called The Clone Wars, there isn’t exactly a great focus on the clones. They’ve basically been sidelined in their own show (Hmmm, I wonder where we’ve seen that done to a clone before?). When we do finally get some decent clone-centric episodes, they are all just pain, misery, angst and despair. Which explains why I’ve been dreading watching so many of the various arcs in TCW.

I’ve found that my anticipation of episodes falls into either 'outright dreading', 'generally looking forward to', 'somewhat interested in', or 'fairly ambivalent about'. Out of the three seasons I have left to watch, the only arc I’m actually looking forward to is the opening arc of season 7, because:

a) Baby Bad Batch b) ECHO c) More clones! More clone interactions and personality and character development and depth and emotions and all the things! d) Jesse and his ARC tits running around being an absolute unit e) Kix! *weeps for his beautiful hair* f) Rex being a BAMF as usual but also being all soft and concerned when he gets one of his Domino Twins back after he thought he’d lost them both. g) We even get a bit of Cody too, before he gets squished by a larty and Wrecker has to lift it off him. h) Non-chip controlled Crosshair! He smiles! He laughs! He’s snarky and sarcastic! We finally get to see the toothpick with a soul before it’s ripped out and trampled into the ground by the Empire. i) I think the season 7 premiere is where Obi-Wan cuts an actual missile in half to save Cody, and if that isn’t the most hyper competent way of conveying your love for your space husband, then I don’t know what is.

On the other side of things, there are a number of arcs that I am dreading and almost don’t want to watch. 

I’m not overly looking forward to the Mandalore arc in season 5, mainly because we have to watch Obi-Wan watch Satine get brutally murdered in front of him by Maul. Along with being utterly cruel and completely devastating, it’s also another wholly unnecessary fridging of a female character. There’s already enough man pain in this series as it is, we don’t need to add to it by killing off one of the few female characters with depth. 

Straight after this is the Jedi temple bombing arc, which I almost don’t want to watch. The way Ahsoka was treated was utterly horrendous and appalling. No wonder she left! What they did to Barriss was just as awful. 

Then it’s straight into the chip conspiracy arc, which is just more pain, misery, suffering and death for the clones. First Tup, then Fives, in what seems to be generally regarded as one of the most devastating deaths of the entire Clone Wars series. I’m pretty sure there’s going to be a lot of sobbing at the end of it. I also cannot wrap my head around the fact that Fox is the one to shoot Fives. I cannot believe that a clone would ever shoot another clone. That a vod would kill another vod. It’s just inconceivable. From what I’ve read, the generally received headcanon seems to be that Palps was controlling Fox via the chip or the Darkside. This makes complete sense, is a believable in-universe reason, and is definitely the headcanon that I’ve accepted. Blasters have a stun setting! Fox is the Commander of the Coruscant Guard. He’s a command class clone and he has a kama so presumably he’s got ARC training as well. There’s no way he’d be that sloppy as to not have his blaster set to stun. I know this is leading up to my inevitable internal conflict between fandom Fox and canon Fox (which is already brewing), but that’s another rant for another day. Either way, I'm absolutely dreading watching this arc.

I’m not really looking forward to watching the Rush Clovis arc in season 6. I touched on this in 2.04 ‘Senate Spy’ and I should imagine that this arc involves more of Anakin being abusive and controlling of Padmé, which both @0bianidalas and @coraex basically confirmed in the comments. For a multitude of personal reasons, I am really not comfortable with watching something like this. That said, I should imagine it will be a clear example of Anakin’s further descent to the Dark side and give a greater understanding to how it happened, which I gather was a key reason for the existence of The Clone Wars series in the first place.

Finally, there’s the Siege of Mandalore arc, which is just pain, misery, death and despair for everyone involved. We have to watch another perspective of the genocide that is Order 66, and by all accounts this one seems to be one of the most heart-wrenching and devastating. All of the clones are forced against their will to turn into brainwashed, controlled, mindless monsters. Jesse is turned into the very opposite of everything that he is, stood for, and believed in. Ahsoka is hunted by the very men she thought were her friends. Rex has to shoot his brothers out of self defense and to protect Ahsoka. All of the 322nd die. Rex cries. The only saving grace to all of this is that Rex is finally free, but at what cost. At what cost.

(Editor Me: My heart is already aching just going through the various gifs from these arcs. I'm going to be an absolute wreck I watch the actual episodes.)

After all of this, I somehow have to power through 4 seasons of Rebels before Ahsoka premiers on August 23. I’m probably going to have to binge watch Rebels and come back to it later for the reaction posts but we’ll see. While I have spoiled myself on Rebels in the same way I did for TCW, I haven’t been looking up what happens in Rebels quite as much as TCW. I’ve forgotten a fair amount of what happens so I think I’m going to try and keep myself as spoiler free as possible for Rebels. Hopefully that way I’ll be able to avoid this ‘dreading watching particular arcs’ problem that I’m encountering with TCW.  

It’s not all doom and gloom though. There are moments in particular episodes that I’m looking forward to.

Hondo turns up again in the younglings arc and I am all for more Hondo. My interest in this arc falls somewhere between ‘somewhat interested’ and ‘fairly ambivalent’ but Hondo is an absolute riot and I love his particular brand of chaos. He was hilarious in the season 5 premiere and stole every scene he was in so I’m very glad to see him appear again.

We finally get to meet Gregor! He seems like a fan favourite and I’ve been looking forward to meeting him. If the droids mission is anything like R2-D2 and the reprogrammed B1 droids in the Citadel arc then this should be fairly amusing too so I’m generally looking forward to this.

In a way, I am looking forward to parts of the Mandalore arc in season 5. Obi-Wan in Mandalorian armour! More sass and snark from Obi-Wan is always enjoyable and at least we get to see him rescue Satine before it all goes horribly wrong. I know I’ve made this point before but I also love it when we get to see just how damn good a Jedi Obi-Wan is. There’s a little bit of this in the season 4 finale when Obi-Wan teams up with Ventress to fight Maul and Savage (after he’s thrown about like a rag doll and we get even more Obi-Wan whump. TCW has been a surprisingly excellent source of Obi-Wan whump.) But you really get to see it in the season 5 premiere. At one stage Obi-Wan is dual wielding lightsabers like an absolute madman while fighting both Maul and Savage at the same time. Sir, your lightsaber form is Soresu, what are you doing?

I’m looking forward to ‘The Lost One’ because we get to see a bit more of Wolffe, Plo and the Wolf Pack and I am always happy when we get to see more of them. Even if it's only for a tiny bit at the start of the episode.

As painful as the Siege of Mandalore arc is going to be, there are also some good moments that I’m looking forward to. Rex and Ahsoka reunite after she left the Order. I’ve really been enjoying watching the gradual evolution of their relationship, from Captain and Commander, to colleagues that respect each other, to friends, and then brother and sister. Or ori’vod and vod’ika, if we’re going with the headcanon of clones knowing Mando’a and creating their own culture out of what they can glean from their Mandalorian origins. Rex is definitely ori’vod. 

Rex is finally promoted to commander so we get a little bit of Commander Rex for a while, and isn’t that just a delicious thought thot. 

Ahsoka essentially gets her own company in the form of the 332nd and they all paint their helmets in a pattern inspired by the markings on her montrals, which is just so damn sweet and adorable.   

Rex and Ahsoka fighting side by side, even if some of it is against chip controlled clones.

From what I can gather, this entire arc is mainly about Rex and Ahsoka, with a showdown with Maul thrown in. They both go through the wringer and there’s going to be everything from hilarious one liners, to heartfelt moments, to the absolute emotional devastation that is Order 66 and all that it wrought upon them.  

Out of the arcs that are left, they’re a mix of ‘somewhat interested’, ‘fairly ambivalent’ and ‘really not sure what to expect’. I’m fairly ambivalent about the rest of the Onderon rebels arc, which ends in another unnecessary fridging of a female character. At least Steela was more sensible and had more nuance. I could see her evolving into a great leader, in a similar vein to Leia. Saw is just another boring arrogant male who turns into a ‘for the greater good’ monster. The consequences of his actions have disastrous effects for the Empire and the rebels, or anyone who even slightly opposes the Empire. He’s not a good person and definitely falls into the ‘an enemy of my enemy is my friend/temporary ally’ camp.  

I’m ‘fairly ambivalent’ to almost disinterested in ‘The Disappeared’ arc. Anything involving Jar Jar Binks is always deeply painful and uncomfortable to watch, a point I’ve made before, so I’m not going to blither on about it again.

The final arc of season 6 just sounds weird and all very ~mystical~ Jedi. Or more Jedi osik as the more cynical of the clones would probably say. 

The Ahsoka arc in the middle of season 7 is one I’m really not sure what to expect from. I’m looking forward to meeting Trace and Rafa and I’m all for more women of colour in Star Wars. It’ll also give more context to the episode ‘Decommissioned’ from The Bad Batch and help understand exactly who they are and why they’re coincidentally looking for the same Separatist tactical droid as the Batch. It’ll also be interesting to see what happens to Ahsoka after she leaves the order and get a sense for what she’s been up to and how she’s managed to survive and cope since. I’m not sure if this arc is in chronological order with the rest of the season. Though the last episode does appear to link into the Siege of Mandalore arc, so maybe it is. The official chronological order lists this arc as happening before the Bad Batch arc and after the season 6 finale arc, so I guess that solves that then.

Aside from The Bad Batch arc, there’s no whole episode or arc that I’m actually looking forward to watching. This seems to be the main structure to TCW, hilarious comedic moments and heartfelt scenes interspersed between a whole lot of emotional devastation and heart wrenching endings. I’m still glad I’m finally watching The Clone Wars but the emotional ride from certain episodes and arcs has been something else. I’m so glad fix-it fics exist, because I’m going to need to read so many after all of this is said and done. 

I know this might seem like I’m complaining but I’m not. I’m simply being open and honest about my experiences watching The Clone Wars. I am enjoying watching it all, even if ‘enjoying’ doesn’t quite feel like the right word with all of the pain and despair and misery that happens. 

I’ve got a lot left to watch and not much time to watch it in but I’m also going to make sure I enjoy it as well. I’ll be sad when it’s finished but I am very happy and glad that I finally started watching The Clone Wars. 

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[dystopicjumpsuit]

hey hey hey, for the first kiss prompts-

the uncontrollable smile they break into either after or during the kiss itself with... Jesse!

happy writing <3

Thank you for the request @multi-fan-dom-madness! I got a flash of inspiration during the thotting hours, so I bring a Thanksgiving present for you. (That's totally how Thanksgiving works, right?)

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving to my American readers! May your turkey be as juicy as Jesse’s thighs.

Pairing: Jesse x Reader (GN)

Rating: T but MDNI as always

Wordcount: 720

Warnings and tags: Fluff, banter, kisses

Summary: Jesse performs "emergency field medicine."

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There’s an ARC trooper in your office. He has his back to you as he inspects your shelves full of plants, holoframes, curios, and even a few actual paper books. You don’t recognize the kama, so he’s not one of yours—though you have no doubt that the Jedi generals would lecture you for getting attached to the troopers that way. 

Good thing I’m not a Jedi.

Whoever he is, he’s a big kriffing dude. ARC troopers always look extra imposing thanks to the pauldrons, but damn, this one must have needed custom armor to accommodate those muscles. His helmet is off, and all you can see is the back of his shaved head.

“Hello,” you say. “Can I help you with something?”

Translation: Who are you, and what the kark are you doing in my office?

He turns, and you catch a glimpse of a large Republic cog tattoo.

“Jesse?!” you exclaim, rushing across the office to fling your arms around him. 

He doesn’t even stagger a little bit as you collide with him, just wraps his arms around you in a tight hug. Impulsively, you press your lips to his cheek.

“When did you get back?” you demand.

He beams at you with a smile that’s too brilliant to be contained. “About ten minutes ago. Came straight here.”

“And I was stuck in a meeting,” you say with disgust, drawing a laugh from him. 

“I haven’t been waitin’ long,” he replies.

“Well, I’ve been waiting for you forever!” you exclaim. “How long is ARC training, anyway?”

An odd expression flickers over his face, and he hesitates before he replies, “I’m not actually allowed to say. Sorry.”

“That’s all right; I’m just happy to have you back,” you grin as you lean back to admire his new armor. “Look at you, Mr. ARC Trooper! You look great.”

“That’s ‘Lieutenant ARC Trooper,’” he says with a tiny smirk.

“You got promoted? Jesse, that’s amazing!”

“Yeah, I didn’t think I’d ever make it past sergeant, either,” he jokes.

“That’s not what I meant,” you laugh, slapping his chest and immediately regretting it when your knuckles collide with the hard plastoid armor. "Ouch!"

“How was that?” he asks.

“2/10, do not recommend,” you reply, shaking your hand to ease the stinging.

“Let me see.” He takes your hand gently in his and holds it close to his face to inspect it. “I think it might be fatal.”

“Better get Kix in here before I keel over,” you say, trying to ignore the warmth of his fingers and the rough texture of his gloves on your skin.

“No time,” Jesse replies gravely. “I’ll have to perform emergency medical treatment.”

He kisses your knuckles softly, and your heart begins to hammer in your chest.

“Did they teach you that in ARC training, or did you pick it up from Kix?” you ask, trying to keep your tone light.

“It’s a top secret ARC procedure,” he replies. “Very advanced medicine. I doubt Kix has heard of it.”

“I’m so lucky you were here to kiss it better,” you say. “I’d hate to die of a scraped knuckle.”

“Funny story,” he says. “This procedure requires multiple rounds of treatment.”

Your breath stutters to a halt. “It does?”

“Mm-hmm,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to each of your knuckles individually. He grazes his thumb across them, and suddenly you forget all about the pain. 

“I think it’s working,” you say.

He raises his other hand to your face, stroking his thumb over your lips as his fingers caress your jaw.

“Better try one more thing, just to be safe,” he says as he leans close to you, his lips a breath away from your own.

“Yeah,” you whisper. “Just to be safe.”

His lips brush against yours softly, and it feels like the galaxy stops spinning around you, because you’re finally kissing Jesse, and it’s even better than you imagined, and his lips are kriffing perfect, and he tastes suspiciously like the candy that you keep in a bowl on your desk, and you never want it to end. Eventually, though, you have to come up for air, and he cups your cheek as you rest your forehead against his.

“You know,” he whispers, his breath warm against your skin, “I’ve been waiting for you forever, too.”

#arc trooper jesse #jesse x reader #arc trooper jesse x reader #ask fic #star wars #clone wars #sw tcw fanfic #clone wars fic #dystopicjumpsuit writes

[kakushino]

The scent of iron and copper soon invaded your nose, followed by what sounded like choking, and…more ripping sounds? It sounded so sinewy, fleshy and wet, the iron and copper becoming a nauseating combination. You were afraid to crack open your eyes, a croaky laugh filling your ears to accompany the choking. “You sure have some nerve, don’t you?” The voice asked, sounding male. “I normally like things as disgraceful as you, because you’re like me. A disgusting, pathetic stain on this world.” He laughed, amusement and mockery interlacing in his voice, the air around you almost feeling warm from how he spoke. It took less than a moment for it to change drastically. “However, you went after the one little human I tend to be drawn to.” A scream ripped through the area, the sound of something plunging into flesh and breaking bone ringing out, making you press yourself to the wall, as if it could come to life and conceal you in a protective grasp, a whimper falling from your throat. Another tear and splatter of blood, the droplets spraying across you, your hot tears that fell from your cheeks washing away the crimson liquid. You were terrified. More or less than before, it didn’t matter, your blood ran cold with pure, unadulterated fright. You cracked one of your eyes open, reaching up and smearing away a bit of blood that was apparently clinging to your eyelashes, you barely managed to bite back a yell of horrified shock at the sight before you; the man that was trying to grope and force himself on you was now dead, hanging from the blood red blade of a kama by his jaw, one arm, a hand, and a leg missing from his body, the holder of the weapon being a strange being with black markings on grayed skin, a mop of green and black hair on their head, their frame broad but terribly thin, hip bones and ribs being visible, as if the skin was tightly cinched to their bones. They had their back facing you, and much like you, blood covered their body and much of the area around the two of you. You wiped your other eye, looking around and covering your mouth in terror as you saw the missing appendages strewn about as if they were toys in a children’s nursery. It was a bloodbath made from one man, but why? Was this mystery figure going to kill you next? Slaughter you like cattle? You were crying again, letting out soft sobs that caught the stranger’s attention. Sinking to your knees, you began to plead for your life, squeezing your eyes shut as you cried. “P-please, please no, I-I have nothing to give, I-I’m sorry, please, d-don’t hurt me…!” You whimpered, shivering like a leaf as you crumpled before this being as they turned to face you, blood rushing to your ears. You were waiting for your death, a painful demise at the hands of someone so cruel, and yet it never came, the chill you anticipated being replaced by a gentleness you couldn’t have ever accounted for. A calloused thumb came to swipe away the tears that cascaded down your cheeks, smudging them away alongside the crimson liquid that had splattered all over you, a croaking coo accompanying it all. You don’t know why, but you looked up again, your eyes meeting amber orbs of carved kanji with a tender gaze burning into you. The killer indeed was a man; one with sharp, unique features made up his face shape, a lazy, shark like smile stretched across his cheeks, and black splotches coming from his right cheek and spreading over his nose, another large blotch sitting above his left eye, more presumably hidden by his shaggy black and green locks. He looked at you so sweetly, as if you’d hung the stars in the sky even, as your mother would’ve described it, his roughened hand caressing your soft, stained skin so carefully, as if you were made of glass. 

Ask and you shall receive, my dear~!

🤭

Gods, yes YES

#desi's moots time uwu #desi's ask box #fuck #okay i cant wait for the whole thing but RAAAAGH #we stan overprotective men in this house #we stan men who kill for their partners in this house #and we stan monsters who love their human so much it makes them into the best spouse ever #fjbcjxbxjs #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro

[clonemedickix]

hey howdy hey, may we get some first kiss goodness with Primer with the prompt "the first initial kiss being a simple peck, then they immediately go back in for a stronger, more passionate one." 🥺💙

Hey there!! This is my first time writing from the x reader perspective, so bear with me, but here is a little blurb of a first kiss with Primer 💕

Rating: M

Word count: 890

Pairing: Lieutenant Primer x Reader

Warnings: clone first kiss, mention of adult alcoholic beverage imbibing, mention of being at a bar, otherwise alllll fluff

You’d met the somewhat aloof Dragon Company commander at 79’s one night, when they were back on shore leave from their latest mission. The Dragons were a mysterious group; whispers would follow them as they passed by, their black armor with gold accents making them stand out darkly in the crowd of clones. They all wore kamas, but only the Lieutenant bore a single pauldron over his left shoulder, the dragon on his right shoulder guard proudly displayed for all to see. He had a small tattoo on his right temple, with a slightly elongated, forked scar on his right cheek that made him look weathered and experienced.

As he was alone, you took the chance to slide quietly up next to him at the bar, your eyes on his handsome profile as he studied the drink before him. He glanced over at you, noticing your proximity, and when he realized whom he was looking at, Primer smiled. He had a beautiful, endearing smile that always reached his warm, rich brown eyes. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“Well, hello. What brings you here tonight,” he said happily.

“I fancied a little dancing and loud music,” you replied with a smile.

“That’s a fair enough reason. How about I satisfy that urge to dance right now?,” Primer said, offering a hand and stepping back from the bar slightly. You smile even brighter, taking the warm, tan hand and letting him lead you to the dance floor.

Primer was a good dancer, but an even better singer. As he moved with you across the floor, he sang along with the lyrics smoothly, and you delighted to hear his rich baritone voice keep harmony with the words. The bar lights strobed along with the music, making the flash and sheen of clothes, bright eyes and smiling mouths appear and disappear in a blur as Primer twirled you around the space along with the other clones and their dates. It was strange, but you felt completely alone with him, the only two people in the world at that moment.

After dancing for a solid hour and enjoying every second, Primer led you back to the bar for a drink. This time he pulled you to the end, near the back wall of the bar. It was darker here, a little more private and subdued. You could actually hear him speak without shouting. You made small talk, laughing at small jokes and enjoying watching the light play across the high cheekbones of his handsome face. You found your gaze drawn to his full bottom lip as he spoke, distracted at the thought of how it might feel to press your own lips to his. Suddenly, you realized Primer had stopped speaking for some time, and was looking at you with a mixture of amusement, curiosity and want.

He leaned into your space carefully, his eyes leaving your own lips to stare into your blue eyes. As he moved closer, you could smell the scent of his clean skin, the soap he washed with, the faint tang of his alcoholic drink on his breath. You felt his lips brush against yours briefly, the lightest pressure of the soft skin touching yours in a light peck, then he drew back as if to ask, ‘Is this okay?’ Primer could see the hunger in your own eyes, the confirmation of your own wish, and he immediately moved back in to kiss you once more, a strong, passionate gesture of feelings deep within his heart.

The sensation of his soft, full lips crushed to yours took your breath away, and you pressed back into him, feeling his lips part, as the tip of his tongue brushed your top lip. The tips of his fingers brushed your shoulder, then traced up your neck to your cheek, cupping your jaw carefully. Your lips parted and you slipped your own tongue over his, the kiss deepening to one of sweet exploration and tenderness, a perfect first kiss.

When the two of you finally parted, you stared into his deep liquid brown eyes, studying the flecks of amber and gold that reflected in the shine and glitter of the bar lights. You smiled, watching him, hoping there would be more kisses like that to come. Primer returned your smile, his hand covering yours resting on the bar. He looked like he wanted to speak, perhaps ask you something, but he hesitated for a moment. You did your best to look encouragingly back at him, waiting to hear what you hoped might be an invitation for more time with him.

His face broke into a rueful, slightly shy one sided grin and he finally squeezed your hand lightly. “Wanna get out of this joint? Walk with me for a while?”

“Lead the way! So long as you promise to kiss me again like that..,” you replied with a smile.

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Au Ra April & Vierapril 2024

VI. Fave Weapon & Bloom

Seishin is at his happiest with dirt under his fingernails.

It is a meditative act, gardening. Tilling the soil with scarred fingers, twisting the roots of a weed around them and pulling it out by ghost-white tendrils. Sowing and reaping, cultivating; creating life with hands that take it.

He sits on his knees in the yard repentantly as he works amid vegetables and sheaves of amber. It’s smaller than the farm and gardens of his youth, but it fits them; it’s theirs. With fists that strike, that kill, he nurtures and protects. His hands are both his weapons and the tools of a healer.

He punches holes in the dirt to plant seeds. His arms bare the tale of revolution. On their surface scars crisscross like river channels. Some tell stories; many are lost to time. There are some he can name: a knuckle where a chisel slipped; a slash from Ran’jit’s scythe on his forearm; a chip on his ivory scales from a woodsaw; a lucky shot from a Garlean soldier whose name he’ll never know but whose life he ended with the same hand. He pats down the soil around the seeds like a grave and grabs a copper watering can to nourish them.

The sun is getting low and the air cool and dewy as he finishes his work planting and weeding. After putting the rest of his tools away he pulls from his belt a kama, the gentle curve of its blade glinting in the evening light, and makes his way to a stand of blooming brightlilies. In genuflection he kneels to them and wraps his fingers around the flower stalks like arteries and pulls them taut, holds the blade against their stems. The petals are vibrant bursts of sunset orange and yellow, and when Seishin cuts their shoots they come soft and willingly.

Inside, the lights are warm and a pleasant aroma hangs in the air. As Seishin removes his sandals in the entryway, a sweet voice greets him from around the corner. “Perfect timing, Seishin! Bertram should be done with dinner soon.” Styrnrael appears, in a sleeveless top and jacket tied around her waist, wiping the sweat from her brow with one hand and holding a broom with the other. “Oh!” she exclaims when she sees the flowers in his hands. A familiar tenderness spreads in Seishin’s chest when she smiles. She rests the broom against the wall and goes to him on the steps, bounding across the wooden floor with the same perfect balance she has on the battlefield. She puts her smaller hands on his as she leans in to smell the lilies. There is a resonance in the way the callouses on her sword hand rub against his scars.

She pulls away from the flowers and Seishin laughs and wipes some pollen that got on her nose, orange upon indigo. He rests his fingers against her horn and the dark scales on the side of her face and pulls her into a kiss. They stay for a moment, foreheads pressed together, smiling against each other’s lips. She holds her hand on his chest, just above the sweeping scar left by Zenos’ blade. Most of Styrnrael's own scars are on the inside, on her heart and her mind. Memories she had lost, and more she doubtless wishes she could. “I think I know the perfect thing to put these flowers in,” she says, and he follows her into the sunroom where she grabs a crystal blue vase from the bottom shelf of his planting bench. Before handing it to him she runs a cloth through the inside of the deep drum to clean out any dust. Her wrist flicks with the expert strokes of a fencer. Many stories have met sudden conclusions by that same movement.

“I’m going to go get changed before dinner,” she says, leaning up to kiss him again before they part. “Don’t forget to wash up!”

“I’ll be there soon,” he smiles, and after she leaves Seishin fills the vase with water and trims the stems at an angle. He peels the ends apart slightly with his fingertips: another little violence in the crafting of something beautiful. He takes his cobalt hair down and washes his hands, and grabs a clean overshirt from a hook next to Styrn’s sunhat.

He heads downstairs with vase in hand and his footsteps are gradually drowned out by the loud sizzle of meat and vegetables in a wok. A familiar sweet and savory smell fills Seishin’s nostrils. He rounds the corner at the bottom and Bertram is in the kitchen with his back turned. Under his apron his white sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, exposing his own rosy map of scars of blade and fire. They tell the story of a survivor, against Word, against time, against despair; of pain and rebirth in the flame. He deftly wields a pair of long bamboo chopsticks, at home with them perhaps even more than he is with sword and scythe. One of his tall ears twitches toward the stairs and Bertram turns to Seishin and smiles; Seishin loves the way he ties his hair back when he cooks, revealing more of his face under his shock of red.

The dining room table is of live edge wood that Seishin had chopped and planed and sanded himself. Again and again life replacing death replacing life by his hand. He gently places the vase of flowers on it and joins Bertram in the kitchen, coming up behind the Viera and wrapping his arms tightly around him. “Hot stove, hot stove!” Bertram exclaims anxiously. “Hold on a moment…” He puts the chopsticks to the side and with mitts moves the wok off the woodfire stove onto a trivet. He spins around in Seishin’s arms, planting one hand on the edge of the counter behind him and carding his flamescarred fingers through Seishin’s hair with the other. “Okay, there we go. Honestly, Seishin—” and he pulls him down into a kiss. When Seishin laughs and apologizes Bertram just leans further into his lips, not letting him go. They hold each other for a moment longer before Bertram leans back and looks into his eyes. “If you want to help so bad, you could at least take these bowls to the table.”

Styrnrael emerges from their room in a loose tunic and wraps Bertram in a kiss of her own. Seishin walks past them holding a trio of rice bowls and she briefly reaches with her tail and catches his, the friction of their scales holding them tight. They set the table together: three warriors, three gardeners, three homemakers. And as they sit around the table, filling their home with soft laughter into the night around beautiful blooms of blue and lily-orange, Seishin looks down at the scars on all their hands, these that have created and destroyed and created again, and marvels that three people who have been prized by the world only for their sharp edges can at last find some gentleness together.

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