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Are they disagreeing on battle plans or dinner plans? Both, probably.

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Haha 😂

Love this. Thorn so would do something like this

Commander Thorn: Hey Fox! Greetings from the Royal Botanical Garden of Aldera. Look what I found – YOUR FIRE!

👀… Sir… just stay there. Don’t return to Coruscant, because 🔥🦊💀💥

Thorn is either completely oblivious or just doesn’t care, I’m not sure 🤷🏽‍♀️ In every case I think it’s a lethal business to imply that the Marshal Commander has *cough* “lost his fire” 🤭 hihihi

My headcanon: Thorn might be a heroic Commander, sly and skilled badass in the field, but he‘s also like a peacock who regularly puts a foot in 🤣😁

Have a full body close up on the poser 🤩 I did a bit experimental comic coloring and just basic sketchy lines, what do you think?

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My Chaos vode💥 @ghostymarni @lonewolflupe @wings-and-beskargam @eclec-tech

Precious friends 🫶 @foxwithadarkside @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @feralferrule @clonethirstingisreal @nocturius8015ficore @mamuzzy-art

Yes, it’s 2:30 am and I’m nightowling 🫠 I try reasonable sleep now, I just wanted to process that beautiful day in the botanical garden and thank you my dear @fuzzyenthusiastnelket01 🤩🫶

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Stages of being sick: Overdramatics mode.

tag list: @loverboy-havocboy @earlgreyci @whiskygoldwings @the-starry-seas @brokenphoenix99 @lonewolflupe @king-of-docks

[ladylucksrogue]

*Bangs on table and chants* Rexsoka, Rexsoka Rexsoka

Could I please request prompt 5 for Rexsoka!

Hmm I prefer stuff set in TCW/during the war era, but I also don't mind post order 66 or even your unexpected au!

I'm happy with either SFW OR NSFW! Surprise me hehehehe

Thank you so much for your fabulous requests...I am finally here 😂💕💕

First one up, rough kisses...

Pairing: Rexsoka Rating: M Content warning: Spicy toward the end

Set in my Rebellion AU, in between Ahsoka’s missions

Also available on A03

Ahsoka stepped into the dim room and exhaled quietly as the door slid shut behind her. It was quiet, and the lights were all lowered to their evening settings.

She dropped her bag just inside, careful not to let it thump against the wall. Her boots followed, left neatly by the door. The floor was cold under her feet, but after three days of non-stop travel, she welcomed it.

It felt like home. The air smelled like clean laundry and something else, Rex’s skin, his presence, the trace of him.

In the dim light, she could just make out the shape of him in the bunk, the rise and fall of his chest steady and deep.  He was asleep. That was good. He needed it.

She slipped off her jacket as she moved across the room, shedding the outer layer of her clothes until she was left in just an undershirt and her underwear.

She stepped closer to the bed.

In an instant, his whole body tensed. One arm shot out toward the side table, reaching instinctively for the vibroknife he kept there. His blasters were across the room with the rest of his gear. Then his eyes opened and found hers.

“Hey,” she said quickly. “It’s just me.”

There was a split-second where he didn’t quite register her, where the haze of sleep hadn’t cleared. Then he exhaled hard, setting the knife down. “Kriff, Soka.”

She sat on the edge of the bunk, her hand brushing his. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You scared the hell out of me.” He pushed upright, still half tangled in the sheets, shirtless, jaw clenched tight. He reached out and touched her face, like he had to confirm she was real. “You’re back.”

Ahsoka smiled. “Wasn’t planning on staying away too long.”

“You’re alright?” he asked.

“I’m okay.”

That was all it took.  His hand slid around the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss, deep, rough, and hungry.

She gasped into his mouth, caught off guard by the intensity of it, but she met him there, her hands bracing on his shoulders as he kissed her again. It felt like everything he’d been holding in, the fear, the frustration, the want, was crashing to the surface.

His grip tightened, one hand across her lower back, the other sliding under her rear lek to keep her close. His teeth grazed her bottom lip. She shifted into his lap, straddling his thighs without breaking the kiss.

“I missed you,” he said, voice low and ragged against her mouth.

She kissed him again. “I missed you too.”

His hands moved to her sides, sliding under her shirt, mapping skin. She was already half undressed, as he pulled her down with him, rolled her to lay back against the mattress.

Ahsoka felt the beat of his heart under her hand, pounding just as hard as hers. 

He was watching her, eyes dark, something desperate and unspoken there.

“I was fine,” she whispered. “It wasn’t even that bad.”

“You say that every time.”

“I’m back now.”

He kissed her again.  His tongue slid against hers and she let herself melt into it, let herself feel the heat of him pressed so close over her. She tilted her hips against his, and he groaned against her neck.

His fingers gripped the backs of her thighs, pulling her tighter against him. She could feel him, already hard through the thin fabric of his shorts.

“You’re supposed to be resting,” she teased, breathless.

“You want me to stop?” he asked, mouth grazing the sensitive spot just below her jaw.

“No,” she whispered, hands threading through his short hair. “I want you.”

There was nothing in the galaxy that would pull her away from him tonight.

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@ulchabhangorm

Here is your second request 💕💕

Pairing: Wolffe/Liri Rating: T Content warning: none

Prompt: Lazy Kisses

Also available on A03

The air was warm in the late afternoon sun. A breeze moved over the rooftop, ruffling the leaves of the potted plants.

Liri padded out, curious. She found him exactly where she expected, half-reclined on the lounge chair, shirtless, and just in a pair of shorts. One leg stretched long, the other bent at the knee. His one arm draped off the side, the other tucked behind his head. His eyes were close, his breathing whistled a bit through his parted lips, not quite a snore. The cool breeze didn’t seem to bother him.

Her heart gave a little tug seeing him so relaxed.  She crossed to him without a word.  She leaned over and kissed his cheek, light and lingering.

He stirred under her lips.

“I knew it,” she smiled.

His amber eye cracked open. “Knew what?”

“That you weren’t completely asleep.”

Wolffe’s arm looped around her, drawing her down. “Didn’t want to miss the kiss.”

She huffed a laugh as she settled into him.  His body was warm from the sun, the slow thump of his heart steady under her ear. She ran a hand idly along his ribs, tracing the edges of the faded scar there.

“Did you mean to fall asleep out here?” she asked after a while.

“Didn’t mean not to.”

Liri lifted her head to kiss the corner of his mouth. 

He smiled, a real one, slow and soft, and pulled her in for a deeper kiss, his fingers threaded gently through her hair. Her hand found his hip.

They stayed like that, kissing between comments about the sun, about the way his back was probably going to be sore from the chair, about how she was definitely not moving.

Eventually, she yawned against his shoulder.

“Tired?” he asked.

“Mmhmm.”

“Stay.”

The sun sank lower, throwing shadows across the rooftop. The city hummed distantly. Liri drifted half-asleep, her cheek on his shoulder. His breathing slowed, thumb tracing small absent circles on her hip.

By the time the sun set, they were both fast asleep.

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Congrats on 300 followers 🥳🥳!!

Could I request either prompts 36 or 41 for Wolffe x Liri?! Either sfw or nsfw, and maybe in a post-war setting?

Thank you so much! 💕💕

I apologize for the long wait, but here is the first one 💕

Pairing: Wolffe/Liri Rating: T Content warning: smoking, mention of nightmares and insomnia

Written for the prompt: "Let me make you forget"

Also available on A03

Liri noticed it the moment she stirred. The bed beside her was empty again. She sat up and pushed the covers aside with a sigh. A faint draft drifted in from the hall, cool against her skin. She would bet anything he was up on the terrace again.

She wrapped her arms around herself and padded barefoot through the apartment. When she reached the door, she found it open, just as she had suspected.

He was sitting on the bench they had hauled up there together, hunched slightly forward, forearms braced on his knees, a cigarra between his fingers. The city stretched out in front of him in an endless sprawl of light.

Liri stepped forward. “You know those are going to kill you, right?”

Wolffe didn’t look at her at first. “Not tonight, they won’t,” he said, voice low and rough.

She moved to sit beside him. The air was cool and still. It was as quiet as Coruscant ever got.

“What was it?” she asked after a moment, already knowing the answer. He had been fighting the nightmares more lately. Stress. Fatigue. Things they didn’t talk about enough.

He shook his head, eyes still distant. “Can’t remember. Just… couldn’t breathe.”

Liri exhaled slowly. “Do you want me to sit with you?”

His hand brushed against hers, fingertips warm. “Always.”

They sat like that for a while. He finished the cigarra and stubbed it out on the tray they kept on the table. She watched him, saw the tension in his shoulders, the way he kept clenching and unclenching his jaw, like his body hadn’t quite left the dream behind.

Eventually, she shifted closer and pressed a kiss to his temple. “Come back to bed,” she whispered.

He leaned his head lightly against hers. “I’ll just keep you awake.”

“You need to breathe,” she said, her thumb brushing along the stubble of his cheek. “You’re safe. You’re home. With me.”

He let out a shaky breath. “I hate feeling like this. Weak.”

“You’re not weak.” She turned her face and kissed the scar at his brow. “You’re human. And exhausted.”

“I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

“You always say that,” she said. “And I’m always here anyway.”

She turned toward him more fully, her hands coming up to his face. “Let me make you forget.”

She kissed him, slow and deep. His mouth answered hers with something like hunger.

“You’re not playing fair,” he said against her lips, voice hoarse.

“Good,” she breathed. Her hands slid under his shirt, warm against his skin. “I’m not trying to.”

She peeled the shirt up and over his head, and when she traced her fingers along his chest, he looked at her with something raw and unguarded.

He didn’t say another word.  He let her in. Let her silence the places the dream had rattled loose. Let her anchor him, let him feel something real.

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@tealmist55

 I have never written these two before...so it's a premiere? 😂

Written for the prompt "I dare you" "To what?" "Kiss me."

Pairing: Fivesoka Rating: T Content warning: none

Also available on A03

The rec room was empty except for them, and for once, was actually quiet aside from the holo playing.

Most of the 501st had bolted the second shore leave was granted, off to 79’s or wherever the mood struck. Fives hadn’t been in the mood for a loud, crowded night. Somehow, this had sounded better, just hanging out with Ahsoka, the two of them curled up on the same couch that had, without discussion, become their unofficial spot for unofficial holo nights.

It was their fourth night like this in as many weeks. Not that he was counting. Every time, it felt a little less like coincidence.

The show was a drama series she had introduced him to. He actually liked it, cheesy as it was sometimes, but the plot wasn’t what had his attention tonight. Not with her sitting next to him this close. Stealing glances and biting back little smiles at his commentary. She pretended not to notice when their knees brushed. At some point, they had stopped trying to keep space between them. Her arm rested against his. Her leg pressed alongside his. Neither of them moved.

He wasn’t sure when it had started, whatever this was, but he knew it had been building. In the little touches that lingered, conversations that lasted too long. The way she laughed at his jokes a little harder than she needed to. There were a dozen reasons why this was a terrible idea.

“You’re really sticking with your theory?” she asked, nodding toward the screen.

“I’m telling you,” he said, smirking, “it’s the assistant. She’s the double agent.”

Ahsoka gave a doubtful hum. “You’re guessing.”

“I’m right.”

“You’re full of it.”

He tilted his head. “Wanna bet?”

“Bet what?”

“Your dignity. What’s left of it, anyway, popcorn crumbs.” He nodded at her shirt.

She glanced down, brushed the crumbs away, and gave him an indignant look before tossing a piece of popcorn at him. He caught it and ate it without missing a beat.

They kept watching. Two more episodes passed, and sure enough, he was right. When the twist hit, he didn’t say anything, just shot her a smug look.

She groaned and sagged against him, maybe with a little more force than necessary. Her montrals smacked him in the face.

“Sorry,” she winced.

“It’s fine, no blood no harm,” he said, rubbing his chin.

She gave him a skeptical glance but didn’t move. She stayed there, leaning into him.

The screen flickered. They both kept glancing at each other in the soft light. At some point, his arm had moved around her shoulders, and she hadn’t shrugged him off.

She was looking at him. Her gaze dropped to his mouth. He saw the shift in her expression, the hesitation, the flick of her tongue across her lower lip. He realized how close they were.

Then she pulled back. “Fives… we can’t.”

“I know.” And he did. But something about this moment felt too right to let it vanish like it hadn’t happened.

“What if I dared you?” he asked, the words out of his mouth before he could stop them.

“To what?” she asked, wary.

He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. “Kiss me.”

She leaned in.  The kiss started soft, careful, like they were testing the shape of it. Her lips brushed his, and he answered. Her hand slipped into his hair, his fingers found her jaw. The kiss deepened, grew bolder. She shifted against him, closer, and he felt lightheaded at the rush of it.  Everything they had been dancing around finally snapped into place.

She pulled away, breath catching, lips parted.

“I have to go,” she said, already standing.

His mind reeled. “What? Why?”

“I have an early briefing.”

“What briefing?” he asked.

“You know,” she said, like it was obvious.

He really didn’t, but he couldn’t think straight enough to argue.

The door slid open, then shut.

Fives sat there, dizzy, stunned, his lips still tingling. His heart was pounding.

Well kriff. There was no way he was ever getting her out of his head now.

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@tealmist55

Written for the prompt I love you between kisses

Pairing: Blyla Rating: T Content warning: Nothing, they are just adorable. Maybe a touch suggestive toward the end.

Also available on A03

Aayla was tucked against Bly’s side, her head resting on his shoulder, one hand toying with the edge of the blanket that covered them both. The flicker of the holo was the only light in her quarters. She didn’t even remember what the movie was about anymore. They were hardly watching.

Well, Bly was trying to, from the looks of it.

He shifted slightly, his hand splayed comfortably across her waist. “So wait… Twi’lek guy was the villain all along?”

Aayla snorted. “You don’t even remember his name.”

“He’s got that face.”

“Oh yes, that face,” she said, rolling her eyes but smiling. “The face of evil, or what?”

“Or bad writing,” he muttered.

She tilted her head up to look at him. “You lost track of the plot ten minutes in.”

“I got distracted,” he said, unapologetic.

“By what?” she asked innocently.

“You,” he replied, and kissed her.

“I love you,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to her cheek.

“You said that yesterday,” she said, teasing.

“I meant it yesterday.”   He kissed her again. “And I mean it today.”

Aayla turned into him, slipping one leg over his.

“I love you,” he said again, against the corner of her mouth.

“That’s three,” she said, eyes sparkling. “You trying to break a record?”

“Depends,” he whispered, mouth trailing along her jaw. “You gonna say it back?”

“I love you,” she said, lips brushing his.

Another kiss.   “I love you too,” he answered.  A nother.  She laughed softly.

The holo was still playing in the background, but neither of them noticed. 

“I love you more,” she whispered.

His nose brushed hers. “I love you more.”

“Liar,” she muttered, smiling against his lips.

“Not a chance,” he grinned.  Anything else, any argument she might have made, vanished the moment his mouth found her skin again.

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@tealmist55

Written for the prompt: Kissing someone while they talk about something they are passionate about

Pairing: Wolffe/Liri Rating: T, probably bordering on M Content warning: very mild spice and suggestive content

Also available on A03

The kettle clicked off behind her but Liri didn’t seem to notice.

“I told him, plainly, that it wasn’t enforceable, Republic precedent, four separate rulings in the last decade alone. And what does he say? ‘Well, Counselor, we’ll see what the judge thinks.’” She mimicked the pompous tone.  She turned, pouring the water into her mug. “As if facts and precedent are somehow negotiable now.”

Wolffe leaned against the doorframe, arms folded over his bare chest, his sweats low on his hips. He watched her with amusement, gaze trailing from the way her heels clicked against the tile to the little crease between her brows as she stirred her tea a bit forcefully.

Liri was still in her work clothes, skirt and blouse, jacket thrown over a nearby chair. Her hair was loose, she’d pulled the pins but had yet to kick out of her shoes. She moved like someone still running on residual adrenaline, and he could see it in every motion.

She reached for her mug, took a sip, and let out a sigh. “And don’t even get me started on the security footage debacle. I swear, if I have to explain the chain of custody one more time, I’ll—”

Wolffe crossed the room before she could finish the sentence, cupped her cheek and kissed her.

She blinked when he pulled back. “What was that for?”

“You were going on again,” he said, the barest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Thought I’d cut in before you start cross-examining me.”

Liri huffed, but it wasn’t real annoyance.  “You’d never survive.”

“Probably not.  You’re hot when you get worked up.”

She rolled her eyes. “You always this handsy when I rant?”

“Only when I can get away with it.” His hand drifted down the curve of her spine, pressing a bit, half massage, half excuse to touch. “You’re still tense.”

“I had a long day.”

He dipped his head again, lips brushing her jaw. “Let me help with that.”

She tilted her chin slightly, just enough to give him better access, her breath catching as his mouth traced next to her ear. Her fingers curled into the waistband of his sweats.

“You aren’t helping…”  Her voice broke off when his teeth grazed lightly over her throat.

“I’m not?” he asked, voice low.

Her laugh was breathless. “You’re a little irritating sometimes you know...”

“You say that like it’s news.” He pulled her closer. “Come to bed. Casework will still be there tomorrow.”

“I wasn’t done, you know…”

“I have no problem with you continuing, later. With less clothes. Maybe on top of me.”

“Stars, that was subtle.”

“Never claimed to be,” he said. “But I’m very, very thorough.”

He backed her toward the counter. Her tea sat forgotten.

They only actually made it to bed much later.

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@tealmist55

For the Prompt: "It's been a long day. Come here."

Pairing: foxiyo Rating: T Content warning: a hint suggestive.

Also available on A03

He could barely feel his feet by the time the door sealed behind him. His shoulders twinged with the weight of another too-long day. He’d stopped counting the number of shift extensions hours ago. Somewhere between the protests in the lower levels and the power grid crash, it had all blurred into survival mode.

The lights were low in the apartment, and it was peaceful and quiet.

Riyo was already in bed, tucked under the blanket. Her hair was loose, flowing past her shoulders and her robe loosely wrapped around her, teasing a hint of her collarbone. She looked up from her book when she saw him and smiled.

He exhaled slowly, closing the door behind him.

“You look exhausted,” she said.

“I feel worse.” He setting his helmet down, already popping the fasteners on his armor, sluggish fingers fumbling more than usual. “Give me ten minutes. I’ll shower. Then I’m yours.”

“You’re already mine,” she said without missing a beat.

That earned the faintest twitch of a smile from him. He disappeared into the fresher without another word, peeling off the last of his sweat-drenched underthings and stepping into the spray. The water was barely warm, but it didn’t matter. It washed off the grime, the soot, the stress clinging to his skin.

By the time he emerged, in just a towel, hair still damp, he felt marginally more human and alive. He paused in the doorway, rubbing a hand over his face.

“It’s been a long day,” Riyo said, her fingers tugging at the belt of her robe. “Come here.”

The robe slipped open, revealing bare skin and just enough curve to short-circuit whatever thought process he had left.

His feet moved before his brain caught up.

She shifted the blanket back, eyes never leaving his, tracing his form with appreciation.  He’d never understand what she saw in him.

“You sure?” he asked, settling next to her on the bed.

“I didn’t spend all day thinking about you just to be polite now.”

That earned a real smile. Her hands were already on him, as she pulled him in, pulling him closer.

Fox pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, letting himself melt against her.  The world outside could go to hell for all he cared. He was home.

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@tealmist55

Prompt: "Why do you always kiss me when I'm trying to be mad at you" with Riyo saying the line.

Pairing: Wolffe/Riyo Rating: T Content warning: mentions of illness. Brief mention of breastfeeding a child.

Takes place about 3 years after Whatever It Takes, after they have settled on Fydia.

Their son Lio's full name is Lioras, which was a name I found in a Pantoran name generatior and rather liked.

Also available on A03

The door creaked open just past 0200.

Riyo didn’t look up at first. She sat curled on the far end of the couch. Lio had finally cried himself to sleep in her arms around midnight, after another round of meds and a slow dance through the cabin, trying not to cry herself. She was exhausted but too wound up to even think of rest.

The door shut behind him with a soft click. The sound of boots on wood followed. She looked up as Wolffe stepped into the light, wind-rumpled, mud-streaked, jacket still damp with snowmelt. He looked exhausted, bone-weary, his jaw tight.

Riyo stood, arms crossed tightly, more for warmth than anything else. “You didn’t answer your comms.”

He met her gaze without flinching. “We had a breach in the north fence. Power dropped. We had to fix it and sweep the sector before we could even think about coming back. And by the time it was up again…” He exhaled, slow and rough. “I didn’t realize how late it had gotten when I saw I’d missed comms. I should’ve checked in. I’m sorry. I thought you’d be asleep by now.”

Riyo stared at him.  “You always check in,” she said tightly. “You always call when your shift runs late. I thought—” Her voice caught. She shook her head. “I thought maybe you were hurt. Maybe something had happened. Maybe you were out there in the cold, freezing to death somewhere, and I was just sitting here—”

She cut herself off before her voice could break again and wrapped her arms tighter. “I know you can take care of yourself, but… he’s sick, Wolffe. And I was here alone. For hours.”

His brow furrowed sharply. “Is he okay?”

“He’s—” She swallowed. “I took him to the medcenter. They gave him something for the fever. But he wouldn’t sleep. Wouldn’t feed. He just screamed. I held him until he passed out from exhaustion.”

Wolffe ran a hand through his hair, shoulders tense. “Kriff. I’m sorry. I should’ve—”

“No,” she interrupted, voice quieter now. “You’re here. That’s what matters. I just… I needed you, and you weren’t answering.”

He stepped toward her. His arms moved around her, and she melted against him, uncaring of the damp chill of his jacket.

He kissed her. It was soft, meant to soothe. For a moment, she let herself fall into the warmth of him. Then she pulled back just slightly, eyes narrowing.

“Why do you always kiss me when I’m trying to be mad at you?”

Wolffe gave the faintest smile. “Because it works?”

Her eyebrow arched. He sighed, all humor fading.   “Your imagination runs faster than a speeder bike when I don’t answer. Still, I should’ve realized why you commed so many times. I'm sorry.”

“Well,” she muttered, hand still resting over his chest, “at least your sense of self-preservation is intact.”

“That it is,” he agreed, and kissed her again, longer this time. “I don’t deserve you.”

Before she could answer, a muffled cry broke the stillness.

Riyo turned automatically, already shifting to go to him, but Wolffe stopped her gently with a hand to her arm. “I’ve got him.”

She blinked. “You’ve been out all night.”

He was already heading for the bedroom. “You’ve been in all day. Alone.”

The cry grew louder, sharper, until Wolffe returned with the baby tucked against his chest. Lio hiccuped, whimpered, drew a breath, but didn’t scream. Already, it felt like progress.

Wolffe’s hand cupped the back of Lio’s head, his voice low and soothing. “You raising hell again, little one?”

The tone, gentle, slightly amused, full of affection, unwound something in Riyo’s chest. She watched him, shoulders loosening as he swayed slightly, rubbing Lio’s back, walking the same loop she’d done earlier.

“Do you want to feed him, or do we have a bottle?” he asked over his shoulder.

“In the conservator. I had to pump earlier. He wouldn’t feed.”

Wolffe gave a small nod. “I’ll get it.”

She watched from the couch as he moved through the kitchen, one arm full of baby, the other handling the warmer. Lio fussed but didn’t cry. When the bottle was ready, Wolffe settled beside her and fed him like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Riyo stared.

Lio was eating. She’d tried every combination and nothing had worked. Now, settled in his father’s arms, he was drinking steadily, though she could still hear the congestion in his nose.

“He’s still warm,” Wolffe said, checking his forehead with his cheek. “But I think the fever broke.”

Riyo didn’t say anything. She just leaned against Wolffe’s side, curling into his warmth.

He shifted the baby to lean against him and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Lio kept drinking, small hands flexing against the bottle.

Riyo closed her eyes. For the first time that day, she felt like she could breath.

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@tealmist55

Prompt: "Is it weird that I want to kiss you right now?"

Pairing: Spider/Iosen Rating: T Content warning: Maybe a touch suggestive

Also availabe on A03

The door slid open, and Spider stepped in like his armor weighed twice what it did.

Iosen was up in a heartbeat, crossing to meet him. He reached for the side of Spider’s face as the helmet came off, fingers brushing the streak of soot on his cheek.   “You’re home.”

Spider leaned into the touch just slightly, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. “Warehouse fire. Sixteen injured. Half the Guard’s been on rotation since last night. I’m… still vertical, somehow.”

Iosen gave him a look, and took the helmet out of his hand, setting it aside.  “You’re shaking.”

Spider huffed a weak laugh.  “Not sure if it’s from fatigue or adrenaline.”

Iosen’s eyes softened.   “Is it weird that I want to kiss you right now?”

Spider blinked, then smirked faintly.  “I’m filthy. Covered in ash, sweat, and worse. I need a shower. And I’m probably not good for much else.”

Iosen’s lips curved.  “Then I’ll join you. Make sure you don’t fall asleep on your feet.”

Spider’s brow rose, a ghost of a grin tugging at his mouth.  “That the excuse you’re going with?”

“Take it or leave it,” Iosen said, already helping him with the chest plate.

Spider let him, eyes flicking over his face, a little amused despite the fatigue. “Oh, I’ll take it. Not sure I’ll last more than five minutes, though.”

“Then we’ll make those five minutes count,” Iosen said, pressing a quick kiss to Spider’s soot-streaked temple before nudging him toward the fresher.

The armor came off slowly, piece by piece.  Iosen helped him through it. Spider didn’t complain, but his wince when they got to the leg plates said enough. His body was stiff. Every movement edged with fatigue.

The blacks clung to his body, sweat-soaked and grimy, peeling down slow. Iosen knelt behind him to tug them past his thighs as Spider stepped out of them.

The skin around his scars looked a bit red, and Spider was trying not to show just how sore he was.

Iosen slid his hands lightly over Spider’s shoulders, not applying pressure, just holding him steady. “Hot or warm?” he asked softly.

Spider exhaled.   “Warm. Too hot might peel me apart right now.”

Iosen kissed his neck.   “Then warm it is.”

Spider exhaled slowly.   “I feel like my whole body’s on delay.”

“You’ve been up for almost twenty-four hours,” Iosen said, adjusting the water and starting to get undressed himself. “Your system’s in shutdown mode. You need heat. Rest. Me.”

Spider looked at him sidelong, something fond flickering in his tired eyes.   “That last part sounded dangerously close to flirting.”

Iosen shook his head and kissed him. Spider leaned into it, not quite pulling him closer, but not letting go either.

“Water’s hot,” he whispered against Spider’s lips, seeing the steam filling the small fresher.

Spider let out a quiet hum.   “So are you.”

Iosen smiled.   “Shower. Now. Before you fall over.”

They stepped in together, the warm spray cascading over both of them. Spider hissed as it hit his back, though he relaxed after a moment. Iosen was there, hands braced on either side of him, steadying him.

“You good?” Iosen asked, voice low by his ear.

“Getting there,” Spider said.

“You can lean on me,” Iosen offered.

“I am leaning on you.”

Iosen’s hands moved slowly, washing soap down over Spider’s chest and shoulders, around the curve of his ribs, the rest. When he kissed his shoulder, Spider let his head fall to the side, exposing more of his neck, humming as he felt the kisses there.

“You definitely earned that kiss you wanted,” he said. “Possibly a few more.”

Iosen kissed the back of his neck. “I’ll collect them. Later.”

Spider made a quiet, pleased sound.

“But first,” Iosen said, steadying him as he shut the water off and grabbed for a towel, “Bed.”

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Prompt: not being able to speak after the kiss

Pairing: Rexsoka Rating: T Content warning: None

Also available on A03

They’d been at it for a while.

Ahsoka was grinning, wide and smug and more than a little pleased with herself as she dodged a hit.

She usually won their sparring matches. Rex was good, but he was heavier and slower than she was.  And although she’d seen him do a pretty nimble backflip a time or two, acrobatics were usually more her forte.

So when he feinted left and she moved to counter, expecting him to roll, she didn’t anticipate the low sweep of his leg or the way he caught her momentum and flipped it.

She hit the mat with a muffled thud, breath leaving her in a soft rush. And then he was over her, knees braced on either side of her hips, hands pressed to the floor by her shoulders, keeping her pinned.

She blinked up at him, stunned.

Then Rex, sweaty, out of breath, grinning like he couldn’t believe his own luck, leaned down and kissed her.  It was impulsive and warm with a little too much teeth.

She kissed him back before she could think about it. 

When he pulled away, he was still smiling, a little crooked now.

Ahsoka stared at him.

She opened her mouth and closed it. Her brain was usually fast and sharp, but it had completely shut down.

Rex tilted his head. “You okay?”

She was still contemplating what had just happened.

He leaned in just slightly. “Did I break you?”

“You pinned me.”  She muttered, dazed.

He smirked. “I noticed.”

She shoved at his shoulder, finally getting her voice back. “That was dirty.”

“Effective.”

“You kissed me.”

“You kissed me back.”

She glared, halfhearted at best. “Not the point.”

He leaned in again, slower this time. “If you want to talk about it—”

She pulled him down into another kiss instead.

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For the prompts: "You're shaking" "So are you" and a love confession

Pairing: Rexsoka Rating: T Content warning: Minor injury

Timeline vague here, definately in my Unexpected-verse, still during the war, the first time they say the big three words.

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The corridor had gone still again.

Ahsoka stood with her back to the wall, breathing hard, saber still lit at her side. Rex was crouched a short distance away, as he steadied himself. Smoke curled from the half-melted body of a battle droid sprawled just ahead, still sparking where her blade had severed the head from the body.

It had reactivated without warning, long after the last wave. Long after they’d started to let their guard down.

It had nearly shot him before she took it down.  Had shot him.  Neither of them spoke. The silence rang louder than the blaster fire had.

Rex pushed to his feet, like his limbs were struggling to remember how to move. “We clear?”

“I think so.” Ahsoka deactivated her saber and clipped it back to her belt. “Can’t believe we missed that.”

He nodded, but didn’t answer. Sat down heavily against the wall, pulling his helmet off. His face was drawn tight, eyes still scanning.

Ahsoka moved to sit beside him. For a moment she didn’t say anything at all, just reached for his hand.

He let her take it. Her thumb brushed slowly over his gloved knuckles. She could feel the tremor. “You’re shaking,” she said quietly.

He let out a breath, almost a laugh. “So are you.”

She glanced down at their joined hands.

It hadn’t been that close in a long time. Or maybe it had and they were used to it.

Her eyes searched his face.

“I thought I lost you,” she said, barely above a whisper. “I thought—” Her voice faltered. She swallowed and tried again. “When that bolt went off, just for a second... I thought it was you.”

He looked at her then, really looked. There was dirt on his cheek, a dab of blood on his eyebrow, and a fresh scorch mark across his pauldron.

“I’m fine.”

Her throat tightened. She gave his hand a small squeeze.

“I love you, Rex.”  The words came out soft and honest.

His eyes widened, just slightly. Then his expression broke into something open and unguarded. He reached up, hand still faintly shaking, and touched her cheek.

“I love you too.”  

It had been there for a long time, tucked in every glance and stolen evening, every hand on a shoulder, every watch your six that really meant come back to me.  

She leaned in and kissed him.

Afterward, they leaned into each other, foreheads pressed together as the last of the adrenaline bled from their systems. His arm curled around her shoulder as she leaned on him.

Outside, the corridor remained quiet.  The exfil team could take their time.

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For the prompt: "You're not getting out of this with just a kiss"

Pairing: Wolffe/Riyo Rating: M Content warning: Mild spice

Timeline vague, but sometime after they have relocated to Fydia

Also available on A03

The cabin was cold. The stove had burned low sometime in the night, and whatever warmth it had left was long gone. The wind didn’t help, rattling the shutters against the windows, nudging in drafts wherever it could.

The blankets should’ve helped, except he didn’t have any.

Wolffe shifted, reaching back blindly to tug them over his shoulder.

“Riyo,” he muttered.

He could feel her behind him, curled tight, cocooned in the entire blanket, most likely. Her breath was warm against his back.

And her breath was the only warm thing about her, because her foot was icy against his calf.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “Riyo.”

She stirred, mumbling something unintelligible into his shoulder.

It wasn’t even remotely the first time she’d stolen the covers. He rolled toward her with a tired glare.

“Why are you like this?”

She blinked up at him, sleepy-eyed, hair mussed, and clearly not sorry. “It’s cold.”

“I noticed.”

“You’re warm.” She slid her arm over his waist and pressed in closer. Despite being wrapped in every scrap of bedding they owned, her hands were still freezing.

He exhaled through his nose. “I don’t feel warm. Because someone stole the entire blanket.”

“Mmm,” she hummed, her lips brushing the hollow of his throat. “You’re also not wearing a shirt.”

“I never wear a shirt when I sleep.”

“Well,” she kissed lower, “it’s working in my favor.”

Her hands moved, slow, deliberate, trailing over his chest, one drifting down to settle low on his hip. Her fingers were like ice, and he sucked in a breath.

“Your hands are freezing.”

“Then warm me up.”

She kissed him, soft at first, lazy, lingering but it didn’t stay that way. Her body followed, hips pressing flush to his, her hands wandering in that way she always used when she knew exactly what she wanted.

He kissed her back, caught up for a moment before pulling just slightly away.

“You’re not going to get out of this with just a kiss.”

Riyo smiled, mouth brushing his jaw. “I’m not so certain.”

He huffed, sound already halfway to a groan, especially as her kisses trailed down his chest, his stomach, her mouth finding the edge of his briefs. His body was already responding.

She kissed his hip and looked up at him. His hand found its way into her hair.

“You still want that blanket?” she teased, fingers toying with his waistband.

“I don’t remember what I wanted,” he muttered, eyes already falling shut as her hands slid lower.

And just like that, he stopped minding the cold.

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For the Prompt: "This is a terrible idea" and a first kiss

Pairing: Tech/Phee Rating: T Content warning: None

Also available on A03

Phee could hear the troopers outside, boots heavy on durasteel, shouted orders. Close, way too close.

She didn’t breathe.  It was dark and cramped and uncomfortably warm.

The storage locker they’d ducked into was barely wide enough for one. Two made it a whole new kind of claustrophobic. Her back was pressed to the wall, shoulder jammed awkwardly against a crate. Tech stood in front of her, close enough that their chests brushed with every breath.

She felt everything.  His hand was braced near her head, the other holding a datapad loosely at his side. He wasn’t even touching her, not really, but her skin still buzzed like he was.

They’d stumbled across a scout team earlier than expected.  Tech had immediately yanked her into the nearest compartment, hitting the locking mechanism before the troopers turned the corner. There wasn’t  even enough room to pace or fidget, and there was so much she wanted to fidget about.

It wasn’t just the mission though, it hadn’t been just the mission in a while.

She’d spent the last while watching Tech in that precise way he did everything. He talked too fast sometimes, got hyperfocused. Missed obvious things, like when someone was flirting with him.

She’d told herself she was just humoring him, working the same job, watching his back. That she liked the challenge of cracking him open, just a little.

But then he would go and say something like “I appreciate the way your mind works, Phee. It’s not conventional, but it is effective.” and she’d felt it. That little flutter in her chest.

Something had been building ever since.

“This is ridiculous.”  She said out loud, more to herself than anything.

“I would agree,” Tech said. “Though under the circumstances, it was the best concealment available.”

“This is a terrible idea,” she whispered.

His brow furrowed. “What is?”

She didn’t answer, leaned in and kissed him.

It wasn’t smooth by any means. Her nose bumped his. He inhaled sharply but then he was kissing her back and Maker, he was good at this too, of course he was.

When they broke apart, still pressed together, both were breathing a little harder than before.

Phee rested her forehead against his

“I’m aware that was reckless,” she said.

“Yes,” he said. “But not… unwelcome.”

Her grin widened. “Good. Because if we get out of this alive, I plan to do it again.”

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Your request for the prompt flustered kiss:

Pairing: Spider/Iosen Rating: T Content warning: None really. Iosen is just all of us, thirsting for a clone.

Set in my Unexpected-verse, timeline vague, sometime after they have been together for a bit.

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The caf machine finished brewing with a quiet beep. Iosen rubbed a hand across the back of his neck as he stretched a bit and yawned.

The shower had stopped a few minutes ago and he heard the sound of steps in the hall.

He glanced toward the hallway, already reaching for a second cup. “Do you want—”

His voice caught.  Spider had padded in, damp hair pushed back, towel slung low on his hips. There were a couple drops of water still on his chest, hanging stubbornly on his collarbone and he was all warm bronze skin in the morning light.

He stared a beat too long.

Spider raised an eyebrow. “Do I want what?”

Iosen blinked. “Caf.”

Spider leaned against the counter casually, amused. “You usually don’t lose your train of thought that easily.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to come out looking like—” Iosen cut himself off, flushed lightly, and turned back toward the caf machine. “Never mind.”

Spider stepped closer, the quiet sound of bare feet on tile. “Like what?”

Iosen busied himself pouring the caf. “You know what.”

“I don’t, actually.” Spider said, dry and teasing. “Enlighten me.”

Iosen handed him a mug without turning to face him. “Just take the caf.”

Spider accepted it and then Iosen felt fingers brush his jaw, gently turning his face.

He didn’t resist. Spider kissed him, soft, and warm, just a brush of his lips.  Iosen’s breath hitched despite himself.

When Spider pulled back, his expression was easy. “You okay?”

“Fine.”  Iosen said, trying to gather his racing thoughts.

“Good.”

Iosen shook his head, watching Spider take a slow sip from his mug. He definitely wasn’t staring at the movement of his throat, or the flex of his arm, or the way the towel rode dangerously low.

Spider smirked behind his mug. “Probably.”