♟ with Fi & maybe someone else from Omega squad? I ❤️ my boy and he deserves some fun!
♟ - Board games/arts and crafts inside.
Fi, Atin & Niner playing cards, Dar's taking the picture. What happened to Fi to land him in a recovery suite?? No idea. :)
Atin: Fi! I know you're cheating!
Fi: Not cheating!
Niner: Is cheating!
Here's the Comfort Meme! Ask box is open. Clone troopers, repcomm specifically. I also have a few Clone Trooper OCs knocking around: Dogmeat (and his massiff Strafe) is my favourite.
A/N: I'm still not convinced I'm great at HCs lol. But here are my inner thoughts for the Omega boys. I miss them always. And love them with my entire heart and soul!
Warnings: 18+ Always. Minors DNI; Some Fluff, some smut. A little mixture.
Niner bought a ring right after your first date. He was in love and prepared to settle down right then and there.
Atin and Fi gave him so much shit for months.
When Niner proposed, you obviously said yes. But you also knew because Fi is TERRIBLE at keeping secrets.
Niner is a “my wife” kind of guy. Talks about you ALL the time. Never shuts up about you.
(@rebelsriley says: Knows nothing about sex. Doesn’t care. Eager to learn.)
You take the lead a lot. The first time he saw you fully naked, he nearly cried because he thought you were a literal angel.
Fi, though… He didn’t think he’d ever get to settle down. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure he wanted to settle down until he met you.
Your ability to crack jokes and keep up with his humor nearly brought him to his knees.
Darman still teases Fi that you’re funnier.
The first time you ever made him laugh, all three of his brothers kept giving him knowing smirks but he tried his best to ignore them.
One night, the two of you were sitting on the edge of a building, overlooking Coruscant, one of Fi’s favorite views, only second to you, you were teasing each other and the way you looked at him, gave him courage to finally kiss you.
“Atin and Darman have a running bet that you wouldn’t ever get the courage to do that.” You look up at him, amused.
“I hope you bet on my side.” He acts scandalized.
You chuckle and hop up. “I always bet on the winning side.”
He smirks to himself for a minute and then glances after you. “That means you bet on me, right?”
You bite your lip with a chuckle as Fi gets up to follow you.
“...Right?” He asks again and you burst into a fit of giggles.
You and Atin argue a lot. Not in a toxic way. But in a both stubborn kind of way. Atin does mean stubborn in Mando’a, afterall.
The first time you fuck, it’s in a back alley because he dragged you back there to argue away from the group.
But you ended up kissing him and he pushed you up against the wall and then deepened the kiss and made you get yourself worked up, grinding on his thigh.
When he kissed you back, you laughed and said “I knew it.” to which he responded “Shut up. No you did not.” And then fucked you.
Darman was intimidated by you when he first met you.
You argued with Atin on his behalf one time and he saw stars in his eyes.
While he can definitely hold his own, he was touched that you came to his defense.
When you finally told him how you felt, he felt like his brain was short circuiting.
“Are… are you sure?” He tilts his head.
“Yes, I’m sure.” You smile at him and his entire body goes warm and fuzzy. “Do… you like me?”
I didn't plan doing any christmas related fanart stuff originally because I tend to be a bitter anxious grumpy mushroom around holidays and birthdays... and namedays... and anniversaries... and- but my gf inspired me to do it anyway and this project stared at me since summer from the WIP purgatory sooooo... Fi wants to have everyone to have peaceful holidays with [dope music], full belly, full of clones, and without conflicts. Enjoy :))))
ALSO LOOK WHAT MY GF DID FOR ME!!!!!!! She got inspired by my WIP back then, so she made it happen and then I got inspired by her tonight, shit even I got christmas spirit from this!!!!!
[read on ao3][masterlist]Febuwhump prompt: human shield
Darman could smell rain on the wind that gently blew their bedroom curtains. The sun was just beginning to rise, clouds filtering the pink light into cold gray. He buried his face in Etain's hair and took a deep breath.
Darman could smell rain on the wind that gently blew their bedroom curtains. The sun was just beginning to rise, clouds filtering the pink light into cold gray. He buried his face in Etain's hair and took a deep breath.
"Morning." She shifted uncomfortably. Her belly had officially reached massive status, though Darman would cut his leg off before saying it to her face. "Mm. Lemme just…" She flung a sleepy hand in the direction of the window, closing it with her Force powers.
Darman chuckled and kissed the back of her neck. "You could have just asked me to close it, you know."
"Why get up when I can…" She wiggled her fingers.
Darman took another deep breath of her dewberry blonde hair; she insisted it was brown, as though she'd never seen her own hair in the afternoon light. Her shampoo smelled like sunshine and had some sort of cactus he didn't recognize on the front of the bottle. "I like doing things for you."
"I know you do." She struggled to turn over in his arms. "You don't have to wait on me, Dar. You're not subservient to me."
"I absolutely am." He kissed her neck, and ignored the scowl that popped up in favor of gently biting the thin skin over her pulse point. "I'm your riduur. You're carrying my child. I am subservient to you in every way imaginable, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
"You're incorrigible," she grumbled.
He laughed. "And how are you feeling this morning, ner Et'ika?"
Etain looked dolefully down at her giant stomach and sighed. "Enormous."
Darman kept kissing her neck, considering it the smarter option over confirming her opinion. "Do you want a massage?" he mumbled into her skin.
"Maybe later." She caught his hand and guided it to her belly, smiling. "Do you feel your son?"
He nodded, his throat going tight. There was a fluttering pulse under his palm. "He's kicking," Darman said in awe.
"Yeah he is." Etain adjusted herself again and frowned at her big belly. Darman sympathized with her. He'd jumped out of more than one larty hauling more in equipment than what his runt of a wife weighed soaking wet and seven months pregnant.
"He's feisty. Like his mama." Darman kissed her cheek.
"He's a pain in my shebs like his daddy," Etain corrected him.
"Oh, you know I love it when you speak Mando'a, ner cyar'ika." Darman said, nuzzling her neck. He blew a snozzberry in her throat and made her laugh. "Ner jet'ika, ner mesh'lane cyar'ika, gar dinui ner runi mirjahaal. Ni kartay'li gar darasuum."
"I love you too," she sighed, lacing their hands together over her stomach. "I'm sorry, Dar."
"About what?"
"That we never got to do this." She blinked her big, sad green eyes at him. "We deserved this, but we never had it."
"What are you talking about, Et'ika?" Darman sat up, confused.
Etain just looked at him patiently. "You know what I'm talking about."
"I…" Darman couldn't draw a full breath.
"It's not your fault. You did nothing wrong, my love."
"I…" Not my girl! Not my girl!
"Hey." Etain pulled his face close, pressed their foreheads together. "It was my fault. I've been using a lightsaber since I was four years old. I knew better than to try and stop one with my body."
"Then why did you?" Darman whispered, shaking. "What were you thinking?"
"I wasn't." She laughed softly. "I wasn't thinking, Dar. I acted on instinct and made a stupid, stupid mistake that cost me my life. I'm sorry you had to watch."
"I miss you." Darman squeezed his eyes shut. "I miss you so much, Etain. I wish you could see Kad. He's… he's like you. He needs you, but he doesn't have you."
"Lucky for him, he has the best dad in the whole galaxy." She kissed his fingers. "I love you, Dar. I will always love you. Ni kartay'li gar darasuum, ner riduur."
"Etain," Darman said frantically, "Etain, wait—"
"Daddy?"
Darman shot up, instantly awake. He'd never lost that ability, even though it'd been four years since he'd seen active combat. The smell of Etain's shampoo lingered in the air. "Kad?" He held out his arms to the silhouette in the doorway. It was early; the sun had just barely risen, the gray rainclouds above Kyrimorut bleaching the pink dawn into cold gray.
His son dove into his arms eagerly. "You okay, Daddy?" he asked, getting situated.
"Of course, ad'ika. Just a sad dream." Darman fluffed his son's dewberry-blond hair, the same as his mother's. "Let's get some breakfast. Daddy's hungry."
"Was it a mama dream?" Kad didn't seem eager to leave his arms.
Darman sighed. "Yeah. It was a mama dream."
"Well, that's okay then." Kad smiled. "That just means she misses you. That's what she says when I have mama dreams. She comes and sees me 'cause she misses me so much."
Darman didn't want to cry in front of his son, but it was a damn close call. He forced himself to smile instead and threw off the covers. "Come on. Let's make some waffles." He reached up to close the window he'd left cracked the night before and paused.
It was already closed.
Mando'a Translations
riduur: spouse
ner Et'ika: my little Etain
shebs: butt
ner cyar'ika: my sweetheart
ner jet'ika, ner mesh'lane cyar'ika, gar dinui ner runi mirjahaal. ni kartay'li gar darasuum: my little jedi, my most beautiful sweetheart, you give my soul peace. i hold you in my heart forever
ad'ika: child
Warnings: some Dom!Darman, masturbation while he watches, some attention to the boobs, doggie style, unprotected PiV sex, mirror sex, praise, naked reader and mostly clothed (partially armored) Darman, post-sex cuddles, nsfw, younglings be gone
A/N: established relationship. @trixie2023 requested something “hot and slutty” so this is my attempt at that
He met you at the hotel, running toward you, pulling off his helmet, and lips crashing into yours. You could barely hold back a moan after so long apart. You sensed it in him too. He grinned at you as he pulled you into his arms. By the time you’d gotten your key and headed to the room, you only had one thing on your mind. He put his pack down next to your bag. You laid back on the bed and looked up at him. Something had changed. A confidence. While the man you’d fallen in love with was often hesitant, never wanting to push, he knew what he wanted tonight. He put his helmet down, leaned over you, held your chin, and kissed your lips softly.
“Okay if I take charge for a while,” he asked.
“More than okay,” you answered. This was new, but you liked knowing you were the only one who saw this side of him.
“Strip, cyar’ika. I want to see you.” A spark of heat flooded your senses as you complied. You didn’t waste your time. As you slipped out of your panties, he reached forward to hold one of your breasts and rub his thumb over the nipple.
“Start touching yourself,” he said. “I want to see you make yourself good and wet for me.”
“I’m already wet,” you replied as he licked your other nipple. He gazed down your body and left a little kiss next to your ear.
“You can do better than that,” he whispered before moving to stand over you. “Spread your legs and let me see.”
You tried to steady your breath, but it was a challenge. You liked that he wanted to watch. Wanted to see you and your entire body. You laid there on full display, reaching down to gather what wet was already there and spreading it along your folds and encircling your clit. You played with the bundle of nerves and looked up at him. He kept most of his armor only, only removing enough to free his cock. You pleasured yourself as you watched it spring from its confines. You looked up into his eyes. His smile filled with both love and lust.
“That’s it,” he hummed. “Get that cunt nice and ready for me.”
You felt yourself getting closer and closer. “Darman, I…”
He simply nodded and smiled. He stepped forward and lazily rubbed his length on your tits. He enjoyed the soft sensation. You came, moaning out as waves of pleasure hit you.
As you came down from that high, you noticed his leaking cock and all you wanted was for that to be inside you, stretching you, filling you.
“I want you,” you said, still catching your breath.
“Show me how you want me to have you,” he said, kissing you. “How do you want me to take you, pretty girl?”
You looked around the room and kneeled on an armchair, facing the back of the chair and giving him complete access. There was a mirror along the wall, perfect for both of you to watch. You watched him position himself behind you, still mostly clothed. He held your hips steady and entered you fully. He groaned at the sensation of your wet heat taking him. You watched him in the mirror, but he was content to look down, watching his cock slide in and out of you. He caught a glimpse of you watching him in the mirror. He picked up the pace and reached forward to fondle your tits.
“So good for me,” he said. You could only softly moan in reply. You both got lost in the sensation of each other as you closed your eyes. All you could feel was him. You arched your back further, allowing him to go deeper. You opened your eyes and looked at him in the mirror. He looked back at you with a smile and gentle squeeze of each nipple.
“Need more,” he asked. You nodded and whimpered. He slowed down a bit and kissed you between your shoulder blades before removing one of his gloves with his teeth. He wrapped his arm around your waist, both holding you closer to him and allowing his fingers to play with your clit. He leaned forward and kissed your shoulder while taking you. It didn’t take long before you came hard. You weren’t sure what noises you were making. It was all a blur. Darman continued to work your body, eeking out every ounce of pleasure he could. You were still panting when he groaned and grunted, twitching inside you and painting your walls.
Your legs were shaking. Darman picked you up and laid you in bed. He lazily took off the rest of his armor and body glove, looking down at you adoringly the entire time.
“Oh, now you’re naked,” you said playfully as he joined you in bed.
He shrugged. “Thought I might see what it’s like to keep something on. As long as you didn’t mind.”
“I didn’t,” you replied softly. “I just wanted to be with you.”
“You have me,” he answered. “You always have.”
He pulled you closer into his arms and kissed your forehead. You closed your eyes and let your body melt against his.