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Keep Your Religion

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Jedi AFAB!Reader

Words: 7630

Warnings: 18+ only. Starts off angsty then gets to the smut. Softer than usual Wolffe because that man would be madly in love when he finds his special someone. Lots of Kissing. Possessive Behavior/Words. Dirty/Sweet Talk..but mostly Sweet. Exhibitionism Kink if you like squint! Oral Sex (female receiving). Penetrative, Unprotected Sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong my dudes). Slight Breeding Kink. Wolffe is insatiable yall!

Summary: You try to end things with Wolffe because you fear your relationship will end badly due to the rules set in place for the Jedi and the Clones. Wolffe convinces you otherwise.

A/N: Can you believe I finished another fic? Neither can I. It was about time for another Wolffe fic so here you go my lovely humans. I hope you enjoy. Comments are always always always appreciated so let me know how I'm doing please and thank you. I do apologize that I'm not tagging, it hasn't been working for some reason since post editor changed permanently to this new looking editor. I'll try to figure it out I swear! P.S. this is the second of hopefully many more submissions for @clonexreaderbingo

Something about seeing him so relaxed and loose tugged at the strings of your heart. It was a rare sight, one you thought he would only grace you with when the two of you are alone together. But here he was, throwing back whatever shit drink the bar offered him and his brothers, all the while smiling at Cody’s remark about the new shinies embarrassing themselves in front of Anakin and Obi-Wan. You’re nursing your own drink in the corner, trying to find the best possible way to approach the booth without making a scene. He’d told you before that almost everyone close to him knew of your relationship, but you felt weird about dropping the pretenses. You were his boss, after all. Well, not completely his boss, but a commanding officer regardless. If you started acting extra friendly, you’re not sure how the rest of the Wolfpack would take it. 

As you swirl the spotchka around, you suddenly feel like someone is watching you, hunting you even. There’s only one man who’s ever made you feel so heated and just as you look up from the glass in your hand towards the group of Clones you were previously studying, you notice Wolffe staring you down, the slightest hint of a smirk flashing at you in an attempt to get you to react to his attention. 

Normally, you’d enjoy the subtle flirtatious expressions, even tease him a little to get a rise out of him before escaping to the nearest room to lure him for a private moment. Or, as private a moment as 79’s can offer a Jedi Master and a Commander of the Grand Republic Army. 

But tonight was different. Tonight, you came out to the Clone bar to decide the best way to end things with Wolffe. It was the last thing you wanted to do, but you didn’t want to push your luck any further. Things were getting worse by the hour, and you couldn’t afford losing Wolffe all because some assholes in the Senate didn’t think he deserved to love or to be loved by someone. Then there was the matter of the Jedi Council, and how strict they were becoming. It was already frowned upon before the war, and it only took a few months into this galactic conflict for them to push their ideologies even harder on everyone at the Temple. 

You would never forgive yourself if they punished him simply because you couldn’t stand being far away from him any longer. You narrow your eyes at Wolffe and down the rest of your drink, disappointed in yourself for not having the guts to tell him earlier. 

And for knowing that you probably wouldn’t be able to do it tonight. 

The smile on his face drops instantly when he notices you avoiding his gaze, and you curse yourself for ruining his night. It was going so well, and one look at you made the worry return to his mind again. 

Clutching your robes tightly, you pay the bartender quickly before excusing yourself and heading towards the bathrooms in the back. You could feel the tears threaten to spill down your cheeks and the last thing you wished for is for someone to see you and make a huge fuss about it. As you push through the crowd, you feel those same pair of eyes hold you down harshly, as if they were refusing you permission to leave without confronting them. 

Quickly wiping your eyes, you push open the doors and turn around to lock them behind you, only to nearly bump into the chest of the man you were hoping to avoid tonight. You gulp nervously, and before you can say anything, Wolffe tilts his head to the side and studies you closely, his eyes roaming down your body to see if anything needs his immediate attention. 

When he finds nothing out of the ordinary, he takes a step closer to you and shuts the door behind him, not bothering to lock it as he continues to back you up until you hit the wall. 

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re trying to avoid me.” His gaze is direct, unfaltering in the haze of lust he was sending you under. You furrow your eyebrows and try to look anywhere else but him, but as always, he doesn’t give you the easy way out. Grabbing the bottom of your chin, he turns you until you have no choice but to look straight into his eyes and respond. 

“What if I was?” You’re not sure what pushes you to say something so defensive, but the chuckle it gets out of him makes you realize you had already lost whatever game he was playing with you. 

“I’d say you should have gone to another bar.” He’s right. You know this, and he definitely knows this too. The ease with which he continues to have an effect on you would normally be welcomed, but you’re pissed at him. Pissed for being so weak for him. For not bothering to put up a fight. 

“But here you are…at the one place you knew I was coming to tonight.” Wolffe leans down and nudges your temple with his nose, breathing in the scent of your sweat and perfume, and forcing you to reach for him so you don’t topple over from the sheer amount of control he has on you. 

“So tell me mesh’la, what have I done to deserve the cold shoulder?” He whispers the question in your ear, slowly sliding his hands down your body until they reach your waist. You’re having a difficult time breathing, and you moan his name as you throw your head back when he squeezes your hips and pushes his chest impossibly closer into your own. 

“I- you didn’t…it,” you can’t form a coherent sentence, let alone a sensical thought, when you’re so overwhelmed by his presence alone. You thought he would laugh at you, but when his breathing becomes nearly as erratic as your own, you understand that he was genuinely trying to figure out if he’s done something wrong. His methods seldom changed, and you weren’t surprised that he was trying to get you to talk by touching you as intimately as possible without tearing your clothes off. 

“Don’t tell me I did nothing wrong…sir. Something must have happened, or else you would be begging me to have my way with you right now. So what is it? What have I done?” Wolffe repeats again, making you feel guilty for your behavior and for what you’ve been thinking of doing since the last time you were together. You remind yourself that he deserves someone better, someone who wouldn’t compromise his position in the GAR all because of their messed-up religion. He deserved so much more than you. 

And the mere mention of your rank made it worse.

“W-Wolffe, I umm, I can’t do this anymore.” You know this was the last thing he expected you to say because in the blink of an eye, he’s removing himself from you completely and putting space between your shaking body and his own wound up chest. When you muster up the courage to look into his eyes, a shiver courses down your spine. 

It has been so long since he’s given you such a look, one that was filled with nothing but suspicion and guardedness. He’s quiet for longer than you like, and when you reach for him in an attempt to console him, his frown deepens and he twitches away from you. You hadn’t expected such a reaction to hurt this much, but it does, and like before, you have no control over the stream of tears rolling down your chin. Again, it’s not what he expects to witness from you, certainly not after what you just declared to him, and when you sniffle to get yourself under control, he closes the space between you more aggressively than before, slamming his hands on both sides of your face and clenching his jaws tightly when he sees you pouting at him. 

“I don’t know what I’ve done, I don’t. But I’m sorry regardless. I am so very sorry. Whatever it is, we can talk it out. It’s not worth throwing away all that we have. Please. Just- krifff…tell me what it is I have done, and I will get down on my knees right now and beg for your forgiveness. But don’t do this, don’t give up on us.” In all your time knowing Wolffe, you’ve never once heard him speak with such a tone. He was always assertive, confident and unwavering in his commanding presence. 

But the only thing you could feel now is his fear. 

“You did nothing wrong, it’s me…it’s all me Wolffe.” You know this won’t be enough for him, but you try to convince him regardless. Then he drops his head against your shoulder and you know you won’t be able to hold out much longer. 

“I wasn’t born yesterday sweetheart. If you’ve ever held an ounce of respect for me, you’ll tell me what I did wrong. You owe me that much. I- I deserve to know.” If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was close to breaking down as well. 

“I do Wolffe, I respect you…more than anyone. You have to know that.” You hope he doesn’t turn away when you reach for him again, and as you cup his cheeks in the palms of your hands to raise his attention to you, you’re met with an expression you never thought you’d see on his features. 

“You haven’t done anything baby, it’s me. It’s…all me.” If you were a better person, you would have been consistent in your tone with him, but seeing him so torn down broke you, and you couldn’t not soothe him the way you always did whenever he comes back from a particularly difficult mission. 

“You deserve someone better Wolffe, someone who would never compromise your safety. Being with me is- it’s getting dangerous. The Council is becoming more strict…the Senate even worse. If they court martial you because you’re with me, I- I don’t know what I would do.” There’s something so gut-wrenching about the way he refuses to look away from your moving lips, and when you stop talking, he doesn’t blink once, his cybernetic eye focusing in and out before slowly blinking along with the other.

“Someone better?” It’s clear that he’s still hurt by the word vomit you threw at him, but whereas his voice showed it earlier, the shakiness and reluctance is gone now, replaced with a menacing, almost angry tone that you were too familiar with, one that you’ve witnessed during battle when his orders weren’t obeyed immediately. 

“I can’t give you what you want Wolffe, not without hurting you eventually…unintentionally. My- my religion, it’s becoming a threat to your well-being. It’s not worth the hassle. I am not worth the hassle. You could do so much better than-” Whatever you’re about to say gets lost in the damp air of the room as soon as Wolffe decides he’s heard enough of what was on your mind. He grips your neck tightly, winding his other arm around your back and violently pulling you into his embrace as he swallows your surprised shrieks. Your frown deepens for another moment before you surrender yourself to the possessive kiss, and Wolffe must feel you melting into his arms because he growls against your lips and claims your tongue without remorse. 

His hold on you only grows stronger when he feels your arms move to wrap around his neck, and when he’s sure you’re trying to get closer to him and not push him away, he tilts his head to the side and deepens the kiss, not caring for how messy or aggressive he’s being with you as he shoves his tongue past your lips and reminds you of what you could be missing if you got what you wanted and left him. 

As the need for air becomes difficult to ignore, Wolffe breaks the kiss and gives the two of you a moment of respite. When he opens his eyes and finds your orbs glistening with unshed tears, he swears beneath his breath and lunges for you again, the hand around your throat loosening for a fraction of a second before tightening around your jugular and forcing you to accept his rejection of your wishes. You moan into the kiss, allowing him to take whatever he wants from you, knowing that he wasn’t going to allow you to go through with whatever it is you thought you could get away with tonight. When he’s content with the reactions of your mind and body to his touch, 

“You nearly broke my heart, ner runi. Don’t ever say that to me again!” Wolffe refuses to let go of you, afraid you’d leave the room thinking that he agreed to the sentiment you dropped on him a second ago. When you say nothing in return, he shakes his head and crushes you into his arms, nuzzling into your neck and breathing you in to attempt and calm his nerves. He prays that you give him some form of an answer that confirms your understanding of what he just said, but when you don’t, Wolffe sighs heavily and pulls back enough to take a better look at you. 

“Wolffe, we need to talk ab-” Again, he doesn’t care for what you have to say and cuts you off, letting you know that this was definitely the end of the conversation. 

“No, we’re done talking. You can keep your religion sweetheart, I couldn’t care less for its consequences…but don’t you fucking dare and ask me to abandon mine.” His voice is firm, the familiar unyielding articulation confirming to you that he’s already made up his mind on the matter. There would be no more on the matter. 

As much as you hate to admit it, it feels like a bantha has lifted one of its feet off your chest. You look into his eyes and find them filled with a more familiar emotion, one that kept you going ever since you confessed your feelings to him. You thought it would be difficult to get him to accept your proposition, but you realize then and there that it was definitely harder for you to come to terms with your initial thoughts. 

You slowly smile at him, and it must be what Wolffe needs to hear to forget the last few minutes because his touches become less crazed and more soothing, a level of intimacy you’re always yearning for when the two of you are away from each other for too long. 

“And what...what is your religion?” You barely find the attention span to ask, the familiarity of his touch and his voice sending you down a spiral of lust-filled thoughts that only increased the longer Wolffe remained in your presence. 

“Your body is my religion cyar’ika, and I’m not planning on losing my faith any time soon.” The confession is lewd, mostly because he’s using your weakness to drive the message home. But as dirty as the admission sounded on his lips, you couldn’t help but sink into his embrace, wanting to hear more of him so you could forget about why you were here in the first place. 

“Is that s-so?” You’re practically shaking in his arms, and Wolffe uses your momentary distraction to tug your robes apart and leave a trail of kisses down your neck to where he wanted to bite you most. 

“Yeah,” he licks at your skin, wishing with all his heart he could have you right then and there. It’s not as if the two of you haven’t fucked at 79’s before. He just knew that you both needed something more, something that he can only accomplish in the privacy of his rooms. 

“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to excuse myself for the night, tell the boys I have to finish reports for the General.” He slips a hand underneath the edge of your shirt, drawing circles on your waist until you slowly begin to roll your hips into him. 

“Ahuh,” you’re not really paying attention to what he’s saying, your body already frozen with anticipation now that it felt his hands and his tongue leaving marks across it again. 

“Focus,” he squeezes your ass, shaking it twice to get you to open your eyes and look past the haze to obey his next commands. 

“Yes sir.” You bite into your lip and giggle when he narrows his eyes at you and mumbles something about punishing you for being a tease. 

“You’re going to leave shortly after, something about being needed back at the Temple.” Your stomach twists in knots when you realize he’s using his ‘Commander’ voice on you, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around his neck and mold your lips with his own when you remember the last time he used that same tone on you. 

What a night it was. 

“And where w-will I actually be going?” You ask as soon as Wolffe pulls you away and breaks the kiss. 

“My room baby, where you’ll stay for the rest of the night.” He says matter of factly, as if you shouldn’t even be asking his such a question. 

“Pray tell, Commander. What will we be doing that- oh kriff, that will require me to spend the night in your quarters?” You throw your head back when his hand slithers up your body and cups your breast through your Jedi robes. You can almost feel the heat radiating off the palm of his hand, and the harder he gropes you through your clothes, the more you wish he would just push you down on all fours and fuck you into oblivion. 

“Well, I don’t know about you sweetheart, but I’ll be practicing my faith...and worshiping every inch of your body until the only thing you can feel is me.” The smirk on his face would be menacing if you weren’t so used to it by now, and you gasp lightly when he leans down and bites the skin of your shoulder peeking from beneath your cloak. 

“Oh gods-”

“That’s it, moan for me cyar’ika. I want the whole fucking bar to know who makes you feel good.” Wolffe shoves your thighs apart and pushes his leg in between, slowly moving you back and forth on him to give you a preview of what’s to come tonight. 

“Wolffe, please. I need you.” You fall forward against his chest, whining for him as he continues to move you across his thigh and dares you to come from such a simple touch. 

“Oh, now you need me?” You know he’s joking without looking at him, but the question throws you off guard and you snap your gaze up to see if he was hurt by what you said previously. 

“I- I didn’t…I’m sorry.”

“None of that.” Wolffe shakes his head, not wanting to ruin the moment by something so trivial. He slows down his touches but keeps you moving on him, hoping to distract you long enough to make this night a little better for the both of you. 

“Wolffe,” you call for him again, not in warning but in desperation, hoping that he can see how sorry you are for ever doubting what the two of you had. 

“That was cruel of me, forgive me sweetheart.” His voice is soft, so much sweeter than before, and you’re reminded by how quickly his mood changes whenever he senses you’re upset or angry. 

“How could you ask that when I am the one who hurt you?” You should drop it, everything that he’s done is proof that you should let this go and get back to more important matters, but you can’t stop yourself from asking him, wanting to know why he’s always so patient and caring with you when he was the one who deserved better. 

“You didn’t hurt me, cyare.”

“I did, I- I almost…”

“You could never hurt me, little one. Never.” Like before, he doesn’t care for whatever you have to say, not because he doesn’t value your words, but because he knows how difficult your relationship with him probably weighs on your mind. 

Even from the beginning. 

You study him for what feels like hours but is probably only seconds. And you wonder how anyone could ever think him cruel and rude when he was so loving and unbelievably long-suffering. Without warning, you throw yourself at him, mirroring his actions from before and shoving your mouth against his own to feel grounded. He doesn’t waste a second, pushing you harder against the wall and sucking on your tongue until you were a moaning mess in his embrace. 

“F-fuck, if you keep that up, I won’t- kriff, I won’t hold back.” Wolffe rests his forehead against yours, trying to keep himself in check so he doesn’t end up embarrassing the two of you by what his body is willing to do. 

“Then don’t!”

“You want me to fuck you right here, where anyone can walk in and see you getting filled with my cock?” He shouldn’t be surprised by how wanton you are, and although he knows he should step away and put some space between you and him, he can’t help but retort with his own teasing comment. 

“Please Commander.” You lean up and kiss his jugular, nipping at the skin just above his armor and soothing it with another kiss before laying your head back and meeting his intense gaze. 

“Always playing dirty. Just for that, you’ll have to wait.” Wolffe clears his throat and eyes you up and down before taking a few steps back. He barely manages to hold back from laughing when you stumble forward and nearly lose your footing. You’re about to complain when he raises a hand and silences you, furrowing his eyebrows at you in an attempt to look intimidating. 

“Another word, and I won’t give you my cock tonight.” He warns calmly, smirking immediately when you shake your head and tell him you’ll be good.

“No please, I’ll stop. I’ll behave, I swear.” 

“You’ll behave-?” The question trails until the room is silent again and you know instantly what you said wrong. 

“Commander.” You whisper to him as you try to fix your clothes and hair so you don’t look like you were fucked against a wall by the Commander of the 104th Battalion. You don’t dare smile at him, afraid he’d misunderstand the gesture for another one of your teasing expressions and completely throw the night away. 

“Good girl, now do as you’re told and I promise to reward you.” He watches you saunter past him and before you unlock the door, he smacks your ass quite harshly, watching you closely to see if you were going to behave or retort like you usually do. 

“Yes, sir.” You don’t dare give into his tricks, hoping to get through the next hour or so without getting distracted, or worse…caught. 

“Off you go.” He gestures for you to leave before him, and when you’re no longer in sight, he shuts his eyes and sighs in relief. Wolffe is not sure how the two of you got to where you are now, but considering the fact that he expected something like this to happen since you got together, he’s relieved that it was for reasons different from what his mind conjured up all those nights he spent alone in his bed. 

You walk out and move towards the bar again, your eyes roaming across the busy bar and waiting until Wolffe walks out before you make sure that no one noticed the two of you together. He follows you soon after, finding you almost instantly and winking at you before he heads towards his men. You watch as he tells Sinker to give him his helmet, and you assume they all roll their eyes not a second later because he told them he needed to get some paperwork done. 

But as soon as Cody looks at you, he knows what Wolffe is planning on doing, and before you can turn away from him, he raises his glass and smiles at you before downing the rest of his drink. You should be embarrassed at being seen, but something about the way the Commander gestures at you makes you smile, as if he was telling you that he hoped the two of you are okay. You shake your head at him and throw your hood up, walking to the Commander of the 21st Nova Corps to let him know you’ll be leaving earlier tonight. 

“Ah General, I was wondering when you’ll be joining us.” You smile at Commander Bacara and the boys, giving them a few credits to let them know the next two rounds were on you. 

“Sorry Bacara, I’m calling it early tonight. Needed back at the Temple!” You feel bad for lying to him, but as always, he doesn’t ask for an elaboration, telling you that he hopes you don’t have to do too much paperwork while you’re still on break. 

“See you later,” you nod at him and the others when they salute you, and just as you walk out of the bar, you vaguely hear them yell for the droid making its rounds to get them a round of quanya. 

“Hmm, didn’t peg them for the type.” You mutter to yourself as you step out into the chilly Coruscant air, looking around to see if Wolffe was anywhere to be seen or if he has already left. When you don’t sense his Force signature nearby, you make your way towards the speeder bike Anakin lent you and bring it to life, trying your best to contain yourself so you wouldn’t be caught by another Jedi nearby. 

You make your way through the streets as quickly as possible, and when you make it to the Temple, you park the bike nearby and think of the best way to make it through the barracks without being seen by any of the Masters…or Commanders. 

It’s not the first time you entered the barracks, and under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t be strange to see a Jedi making their way through the hallways. But it was nearly midnight, and you weren’t sure you could lie your way through a question if you were caught before you made it to Wolffe’s quarters. You’re about to reach out to the Force to see if anyone is awake when you hear footsteps approaching you from behind. The familiarity of its warmness sets your mind at ease, and you take a deep breath before you turn to face him. 

“Commander.”

“General, is there something I can help you with?” He’s putting on a show for the surveillance cameras, and you clear your throat before you tell him something about wanting to review the plans for the next mission. 

“Very well,” he’s curt in his response, and you get the sense that he may be avoidant because he has about as much control around you as you do whenever you so much as hear the mention of his name. 

“Thank you, Commander Wolffe.” He nearly falters in his steps at hearing you call his name, and he swears beneath his breath as a way of warning. You nearly smile at his reaction, but you remember how closely the guards watch the cameras and you choose to switch your attention to the ground. Not another word passes between the two of you, and as you reach his room, you feel your heart threaten to leap out of your chest at the prospect of finally spending a night with him. 

Up until now, the two of you had to make do with stolen moments and short breaks, whether on missions or back here. Neither of you have ever spent the night alone, and you find it fitting that tonight would be it. It’s comforting and nerve-wrecking all at once, and as soon as you step into his quarters, you allow yourself to take in the calm before the storm. 

Before the door slides completely shut, Wolffe is on you like a moth to a flame, nearly ripping your clothes off of your body as he pushes you down onto his bed. 

“W-Wolffe, I-” You try to ask him why he’s so frantic and crazed all of a sudden but he lets go of you and stands to his height, making quick work of his armor in record time all the while keeping you still with the mere look in his eyes. 

“I can’t do slow tonight, can’t wait another fucking second without having you.” You always admired how much care he puts into his armor whenever he’s taking it off or putting it back on, so seeing him drop each pass to the ground sends a zap of lightning down your spine. 

You mirror his actions without another word, throwing your boots and socks away before struggling to take your pants off. Moments later, you feel the bed dip once Wolffe crawls towards you, his muscles flexing in such a menacing way that makes you fall back into the sheets and wait for him to tell you what to do next. 

But then he says nothing, and you’re torn between asking him what he needs from you and letting you do whatever the fuck he wants. He reaches for the edge of your pants and tugs them right down your legs, not once blinking as he violently takes your sweater off and throws it somewhere behind him. You’re left in nothing but your undergarments, and as you twist your arms to take your bra off, Wolffe shoves your thighs apart and makes space for himself in between. 

“I need you, now.” His voice should terrify you, it should be enough of a warning for what he has in store for you. But you find it exhilarating, knowing that only you could get him to lose this much control. You try to reach for him, wanting to feel his skin beneath the tips of your fingers, but Wolffe shakes his head and grabs both of your wrists in one hand, slamming them above your head and tightening the hold he has on them while he slithers his other hand down your nude body. 

“If it were up to me mesh’la, I’d tie you to this fucking bed and have my way with you whenever I want. I’d- kriff, I’d fill you with my cum every minute of every fucking day…so everyone would know you’re mine…so they know that I’m yours.” He teases you through your panties, rubbing lazy circles across the damp spot quickly becoming larger. 

“Wolffe, please…take me.” You whine his name in desperation, hoping he’d finally give you his cock and end your misery. 

“I swear to the maker sweet girl, I’m going to fuck you all night long…kiss every inch of you, mark you with my teeth and hands until you’re my very own altar. I’m going to worship you baby, but only if you promise me one thing.” Wolffe slips his fingers beneath the flimsy material of your panties, rubbing at your clit furiously to get you to focus on him and him only. 

“A-anything…anything Commander.” You turn to the side and kiss his forearm, hoping he’d see how willing you are to do whatever he asks of you. 

“Pray for me.” As you look bite into his skin, Wolffe pushes his hard dick into your cunt, not bothering to give you a moment to get used to being so full before he starts fucking into you with sharp thrusts. You’re screaming his name instantly, arching your back from the sheer amount of pain and pleasure he was bringing upon you so quickly. 

“FUck, there we go…such a good fucking girl for me, screaming my name so sweetly. Go on ner Jetii’ika, tell everyone who fucks you like the perfect cockdumb whore you are.” He leans down and bites the top of your breasts, letting go of your wrists for a brief second so he can rip the last bit of clothing shielding you from his hungry eyes. 

“Wolffe…f-ffuck, oh gods…Wolffe!” You twist your fingers into his bed sheets, crossing your legs behind his back and whining for him when he descends down on you and sucks on your nipple. His hand seeks out your own, and when he intertwines his fingers with yours, he grunts and growls against your skin, reaching for the other breast and groping you harshly until the only thing you can feel is his tongue, and his hands, and his cock wreaking havoc on you. 

Wolffe knows he should slow down, perhaps be a little less demanding with you. But something about seeing you in his bed when everyone else is asleep makes him more possessive, more needy with your body. And it didn’t help how you were reacting to his advances, how completely you surrendered your body to him without so much as a question. He opens his eyes and roams them over your already bruising skin, and when he finds you wanting for more, he increases his pace and fucks you until you couldn’t even breathe out his name. 

You sense his gaze on you, and as you look through heavy-lidded eyes, you find him completely focused on your dazed expression. 

“Wolffe, I- I love you.” You’re not sure what makes you say those words now, but a voice in your heart told you this was the right moment. You’ve spoken before about what this thing between the two of you was, and you knew, as well as he, that this would be it. There would be no one else, not for him, and definitely not for you. 

But you’ve never actually said those words out loud. You’ve said it in the way you kissed him, in the way you gave yourself to him…and Wolffe had pretty much conveyed them to you with every stolen glance and every quick touch he managed to sneak when the two of you passed each other on the General’s ship. 

Like before, Wolffe hasn’t expected to hear you part with such a confession, now of all times. He falters in his pace for a brief moment before he sinks his cock into you and stills completely, wanting to be as close and connected with you as possible when he finally said what he’s felt for you since you introduced yourself to him. 

“Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum…cyare.” You let out a quiet sob at the intimacy of the moment, and Wolffe wraps his arms around your neck and your waist to feel you against every bit of his skin. His thrusts are shallow, barely leaving you empty out of fear of losing this moment. You throw your arms around his neck and bring him flush against you, crying for him one last time as he seals your lips with his own and sinks into your wet cunt. 

The world comes to a halt around you, and all you can feel is Wolffe’s lips claiming your mouth just as he fills you with his seed. You come with him, shaking softly in his arms as his hot cum shoots into you and coats your walls with proof of his need to mark every fucking inch of you. It’s too much and not enough, and you push your heels into his ass in an attempt to bring him even closer to you. It’s not possible, you know that, but you want nothing more than to have him sink into your body until you weren’t sure where he ended and you began. 

Wolffe is fighting for his life, torn between giving you a second to breathe and quite literally stealing your breath to fill his lungs with your essence. He parts for a brief moment and looks at you, kissing your eyes softly before shoving his lips against yours again. You don’t dare ask him to give you a moment of respite, mostly because you’re sure you would miss him if he were to put space between your skin and his lips. 

Suddenly, the world turns around and you break the kiss unintentionally, gasping in surprise when he turns the two of you around until he’s laying on his back and you on top of him. You smile against his jaw when you feel his hands slide down your back and grab at your ass. As he starts moving your hips back and forth, you nuzzle into his neck and breathe in his scent, licking and kissing his skin the more he fucks his cum deep into your cunt. 

“W-Wolffe…”

“I’m not done with you yet, ner kar’ta.” The promise is both teasing and terrifying, but you can’t find it in yourself to hesitate, not when he was promising you the stars all night long. 

And he does, he brings you the heavens until you can no longer breathe without tasting the cosmos on your tongue. With every touch of his fingers, you beg him for more…more of his sweet words, more of his sinful kisses, more of his needy cock.

He fucks you until you lose your voice, and when he’s sure he’s rung your body of every ounce of pleasure it can offer him, he fucks you some more, filling your pussy until you were nothing but a mess, a mixture of his seed and your juices.

And then he pushes you down and parts your thighs to pull you apart with his tongue, and you feel that familiar heat rise in your chest all over again. You tug on his hair, torn between urging him to make you cum again and pleading for him to stop because you could no longer stand the pleasure. You were so sensitive, and Wolffe knew very well how painful the ecstasy was becoming, but some twisted part of him wanted to mark your cunt with his teeth and tongue as well. He wanted to devour you, body and soul. Your release comes in the form of a silent cry, and Wolffe laps up your mixed cum until you can’t take it anymore, softly pushing his shoulders away so he can slow down.

There is a lazy smile on your features, one that deepens further when you see Wolffe crawling on top of you and leaving a trail of wet kisses across your sweaty skin.

“Satisfied?” He dares to ask, lightly pinching your nipples when you don’t respond right away. You giggle at the touch, pulling him closer to you so he can kiss you some more. He melts into your body, roaming his hands across the tired muscles until he has no choice but to fall beside you.

You hum in response, studying his relaxed expression and laying the softest of kisses on his forehead before pulling him into your neck. Neither of you say anything, and only when your breathing steadies does Wolffe pull away to make sure you’re comfortable and asleep.

He sits up on his elbows and takes in his handiwork, biting his lower lip when he sees the bruises already forming all over your body. The contentment falters for a split second, but his worries evaporate when you sleepily reach for him and bring him back into your arms. He mutters his love for you one last time before surrendering to the comfort of your embrace, falling into a deep sleep almost as soon as he rests his cheek on your shoulder. 

It’s hours later when you wake, and you groan tiredly when the sunbeams hit your eyes and make it difficult to escape them. You turn to the other side and peek through your lashes, only to find Wolffe already wide awake, softly touching the length of your arm with his lips and nose, as if he was tracing every little mark he left on your body from last night. He looks up when he notices your breaths coming in erratically, winking at you and smirking at the sudden spirit of shyness falling over your tired form. 

“I can taste the sunlight on your skin.” He moans against your clavicle, lightly nipping at the skin over the bone when you turn away from him and hide beneath the sheets. 

“Hmm…such a smooth talker.” You groan from underneath the shield you’ve created, giggling like a little girl when Wolffe tugs them away and attacks your face with playful nips and kisses. 

“Only for you cyar’ika.” He whispers into your ear before biting at the space just below it, his touches becoming less playful and more needy as he takes in the way your body is reacting to his advances. 

“Wolffe, your lips feel so good.” You throw your head back and sink your nails into the muscles on his back, gasping for air the longer Wolffe continues to mark you up. It’s almost as if he was looking for spots on your skin he hasn’t left his bite marks or fingerprints on. Not that you were complaining. 

“Just my lips, General?” You can hear the smile on his handsome face, and you nearly push back to edge him on, but you realize it would serve you better to give into him and tell him what he wants to hear. 

“N-no, it’s everything you do to me Wolffe. It’s in your touch…your- your voice…your cock.”

“My little Jedi can’t get enough of me.” He shifts you in his arms until you’re laying on your stomach, and when you try to look back to see what he has in mind, he combs his finger into your hair and pushes you into the pillows until he has access to your back. When he hears whine his name, he descends down on you like a crazed man, sinking his teeth into the skin he wasn’t able to reach last night while pulling on your hair to remind you who was in charge. 

“Oh gods…never, Wolffe. Never. I want you all the kriffing time, even now…I just want you to- to,” you forget what you want to say, the need to commit this moment to memory outweighing whatever information your mind wanted to part with. It must be the reaction Wolffe was wanting for because he chuckles against your heated skin and finishes your thought for you. 

“Claim you?”

“Please.” You try to push the sheets away from you so you can feel him against your back, and Wolffe lets go of you for a split second to let you do whatever you wish, returning flush against you once you’re completely nude to his eyes. He’s on you in the blink of an eye, teasing you with the head of his hard cock while keeping a firm hold on your hips so you don’t move against him.

“Can’t really do that now, can I mesh’la?” He struggles through his words, his hungry eyes picturing all the things he still wants to do to you as you lay there beneath him, willingly submitting your entire self to him without a second thought. 

“You’re already mine, little Jedi. You’re mine, have been since you came here all those months ago and told me you wanted me.” He massages your back with his calloused hands, trying to come to terms with the fact that he will never be close enough to you. He’ll never get tired of this. He’ll never not want to touch you with everything he’s got. 

“But since you plead so sweetly,” you moan into the sheets as you feel him part your thighs and slowly sink his cock into your swollen cunt, keeping you filled to the brim and refusing to move until you begged some more. 

“Wolffe...” You reach back and tug on his hair to bring him closer to you, the need to hear what you do to him igniting a flame in your chest, one that only he could put out by showing you how much he craves you. 

“F-ffuck, you’ve ruined the mornings for me cyare. Now I- I won’t stop thinking of your wet, tight pussy when I…kriff, when I wake up.” Wolffe bites into your shoulder as he rolls his hips into you, no longer able to control his desires from you. He wanted you to know the effect you have on him, the hold you had on his very soul ever since you walked onto his ship and offered your aid all those months ago. 

“I’m yours Commander, always. Y-you can have me whenever you want.” You sigh heavily when he growls against your skin and continues to fuck into you without caring for how rough he’s being. 

“E-even at sunrise, General?” Wolffe chuckles as soon as your cunt clenches tightly around him at the mention of the honorific, letting you know that he enjoys calling you by your rank as much as he does when you moan his. 

“Especially at sunrise-” You barely manage to breathe out, smiling through the assault he was bringing on your body as you surrender yourself completely to him.

“My little tracinya,” Wolffe nuzzles into the crook of your neck, content with the way you seem to melt the harder he fills you with his cock. A part of him knows he should maybe discuss the incident from last night, but he finds it difficult to pay any mind to your words when he already has you so willing and wanting beneath him. 

Later, he would consider the little issue of your religion later. 

But for now, he was adamant on showing you his own.

[freesia-writes]

Am I gonna start something for every day of the week? Not that I'm aware of, LOL. But let's give this a try? Maybe I'll alternate fanfic and fanart... Or make a separate day. Who knows.

Fanfic Authors: What are you CURRENTLY working on (choose ONE, haha) and what's your favorite part about it?

Don't be shy, share a link! 🤓

[romanovaswebs]

you know what's so underrated ? thinking about the clone boys — please , i beg , talk about them more .

they don't get the chance to be , but in my mind , they are soooo loverboys . just the sweetest hearts you'd ever know , and they try their hardest to navigate the feelings you incite in them that they weren't prepared for !! they feel their skin grow hot when you praise them , or touch them in a way that's more heartfelt than needed .

give them kisses everywhere pls . depending on your clone of choice , they'd get the biggest ego boost — or hide the cutest damn smile as they try to fight off the way their heart keeps skipping beats .

[clone-anon]

Masterlist

This is sort of a masterlist.  Sometimes I send someone a story and they decide to keep it to themselves (which is totally good and fine!), so I don’t have it posted.  Here are the ones that are posted.

Assume these are gender neutral unless stated otherwise.  I also tried to indicate the theme of each ficlet or something that happens and if they are platonic/could be read that way. If you notice any errors please let me know!

501st (multiple clones)

Rex x f!reader have the 501st over for dinner

Echo and Fives x platonic medic reader struggling with nightmares

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic transmasc reader helping with dysphoria

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic reader support when depression hits

The Bad Batch (multiiple clones)

TBB x reader who has had a terrible day and needs support

Hunter and Wrecker x plus size f!reader (platonic) go dress shopping

Hunter and Tech x platonic reader who is overwhelmed

Hunter and Tech x reader who struggles with self-depricating thoughts

Coruscant Guards (multiple clones)

Headcanon: Corrie Guards and their pets

x platonic padawan artist reader

Below, clones are listed in alphabetical order.

Boba

x reader snuggling (Daimyo Boba)

Boil

x reader making out on a loveseat

Cody

x m!reader reconnecting when Cody has leave

x reader and Cody starts a garden

x m!reader who is sick and mildly dramatic about it

x reader where Cody gives reassurance

x reader who is having a hard day

x reader being domestic

x reader go to a festival

x reader where Cody surprises you on your birthday

x reader where he surprises you with lunch

x reader the story of how you met

x reader making plans on a rainy day

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic transmasc reader helping with dysphoria

x reader hugs and reassurance

x reader napping together

x m!reader where Cody wants to get to know you

x reader go to a flower festival together

x reader who is having a fake battle with someone else over Cody or something I don’t know I just live here

x platonic reader leaving the Empire

x reader who makes a tough decision

x reader who’s had a long day and needs some comfort

x fem reader enjoying her birthday together

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo help reader when depression hits (platonic)

Crosshair

x m!reader first kiss in the rain

x platonic reader who can’t sleep (big brother figure Crosshair)

x f!reader on her birthday

x f!reader who is feeling insecure in her swimsuit

x platonic padawan reader

x reader getting caf

x reader with PTSD nightmares (can be read as platonic)

x reader dating and some feelings

x reader who doesn’t feel good and needs comfort

x f!reader where he surprises reader on her birthday

x reader who needs to cry by can’t get it out (can be read as platonic)

x reader where Crosshair apologizes

x reader where Crosshair missed you while gone

x reader confessing feelings to each other

x reader where he supports you when you have your nose to the grindstone

x f!reader who fights a guy who thinks he can steal Crosshair away

x reader comforting him

x reader who is under the weather

x reader being there for each other

x reader where he’s proud of you for trying

x reader and how he shows he cares

x reader expressing their love

x reader saying how much you mean to each other

x reader where he starts getting more comfortable being closer

x platonic reader and morning caf

x reader where he makes the smallest move

A Little Drabble After the Trauma of Season 2 Episode 14

x reader where he checks in on you

x platonic reader where he supports you when you let out jealous emotions

x reader what he sees when he looks at you

x reader (who is shorter than he is) where Crosshair struggles to express his feelings

x transmasc reader who is struggling with chest dysphoria (can be read as platonic)

x reader where he surprises you on your birthday

x padawan reader (platonic, obviously) steps on a landmine and he remembers Mayday

x s/o afab reader and period comfort

x reader when they’re nervous for a job interview

x reader (platonic) where he helps you work on your blaster aim

x m reader who uses sign language when overwhelmed or overstimulated (Part 2 here!)

Late Nights (Crosshair x gn Werewolf Reader) for Pineapple’s 2023 Halloween Party

x reader hanging out on a rainy day (platonic with big brother Crosshair vibes)

x ftm trans reader coming out to him (can be read as platonic)

x male reader who sometimes goes nonverbal and teaches him some more sign language

x f reader going to doctor’s appointments and cuddling after

x reader where reader gets swept away in the snow (part of the Clone x Reader Life Day Fic Exchange 2023)

x reader who would like some help getting out of work early when overwhelmed (follows the previous fics with a reader who goes nonverbal and uses sign language)

x transmasc boyfriend reader where Crosshair helps after reader’s top surgery

x former padawan reader (platonic) avoiding the Empire

Big Brother Crosshair x Pabu kid who needs time to be a kid (platonic, obviously)

Darman Skirata

x fem reader who wonders if she’s not good enough

Dogma

x reader and first kisses

x reader helping him relax (cameo from some others of the 501st)

x reader supporting a freed Dogma after Umbara

x reader where Dogma realizes how much he loves kissing

x reader and a lot of hugging

x reader gets flowers

x reader where Dogma admits he gets nervous butterflies before seeing reader

x reader who needs encouragement to finish work

x reader gets flowers (another one)

x reader and the things he loves about you

x reader go on a walk together

x reader go stargazing

x reader spend a day together and Dogma learns he can relax

x reader where he holds you while you work

x reader where he asks if he can kiss you

x f!reader where he finally approaches you

x reader waking up together

Echo

x reader who is having a hard day

x reader is surprised by Echo

x reader who is feeling a little down about their creative skills

x reader who wakes up to Echo making them breakfast

x reader who has anxiety / anxiety attack

x reader who needs comfort

Echo and Fives x platonic medic reader struggling with nightmares

x reader spend a day together

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic transmasc reader helping with dysphoria

x f!reader spend a day in the city together

x reader confession of feelings

x reader where he needs to take some of his cybernetics off and relax with you

x reader where he takes you on a date to Cloud City

x reader first I love you’s

x reader where they befriend a lot of birds

x reader on their birthday

x reader comfort while reader is finishing up work

x reader (platonic) and Tech x reader (romantic) cuddles after Tech’s return

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo help reader when depression hits (platonic)

Fives

x reader making out

x reader who is really sick

x f!reader and flowers

x m!reader on their first date

x platonic reader opening up to him about CSA trauma (no specific descriptions)

x f!reader who is insecure about their body

x reader who doesn’t feel well

x f!reader and helping her after a nightmare

x reader where reader is stressed and Fives comes over

x reader where Fives welcomes you home from a trip

x f!reader morning snuggles and affirmations

Echo and Fives x platonic medic reader struggling with nightmares

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic transmasc reader helping with dysphoria

x reader first date

x reader where Fives sings and hums

x reader having a nightmare and getting reassurance

x reader having a nightmare (another one, he’s good about helping)

x reader where he gets back early and surprises you

x reader who gets dizzy and can’t sleep in pitch black

x reader tells Fives they would die for him

x reader romantic feelings

x reader where Fives gets lost in thought

x reader who gets a root canal and needs TLC

x afab reader who is struggling with health issues (period problems and dental work)

x reader who needs comfort in hard times

x reader comfort after someone steals reader’s holiday gifts

x male boyfriend reader where he teaches you how to shoot a blaster to protect yourself while he’s deployed

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo help reader when depression hits (platonic)

x reader who is having a rough day (can be read as platonic)

Fox

x reader where Fox comes home late to reader and snuggles

x reader on a date night

x reader where he finds a way to ask them out

x reader on an easy-going date

x reader having bad vibes hit and needs a snuggle

x reader where he misses your birthday because of work but comes home to make it up to you

Gregor

x reader taking a nap together

husband!Gregor flirting with spouse!reader

x reader who doesn’t feel good

x reader spending a day together

x reader who he always visits when he’s on planet

husband!Gregor and wife!reader

x reader comforting Gregor

x reader finding comfort in each other with cuddles

x reader who uses a cane

x reader where he has a tough day with his TBI/PBA (can be read as platonic)

x reader dealing with chronic pain after work

Hardcase

x reader go to a fair

x reader where Hardcase finally comes home after being gone and off the radar for a long time

x reader where Hardcase is kind of all over the place

x reader where he asks you out to dinner

x reader have lunch at a park

x reader where he tries to cook for you

x reader where you watch fireworks together

x f!reader riding a speeder through Coruscant together

x f!reader learning about what you do at work

x m!reader helping ground him

x reader dancing together

x reader who just got a new tattoo

x reader going on a date and making out

x mtf reader who is worried about passing

Hevy

Finding a Way: Hevy x reader: a Hevy Lives AU written for the rare-clone-fic-exchange

Coming Home: Hevy x reader: a continuation of my Hevy Lives AU for Life Day

Hound

x reader with PTSD and who does not like fireworks

x reader first meeting plus massiffs! (can be read as platonic)

Howzer

x reader who just had surgery

x reader go to a butterfly garden

x reader and helping them have a good cry

x f!reader romantic moments

x reader where he comes home from a mission

x tall reader who is a little insecure about their height

x wife reader who needs a little break (mention of dad Howzer)

x wife reader who has some mental health struggles (mention of dad Howzer)

x fem reader seeing each other after a long time

Hunter

Hunter and Wrecker x plus size f!reader (platonic) go dress shopping

x m!reader and a first kiss

x single parent reader talking about having a child together

x reader with social anxiety (can be read as platonic)

x reader where he lets reader touch his hair

Hunter and Tech x platonic reader who is overwhelmed

x reader where Hunter is supportive during a big change

Hunter and Tech x reader who struggles with self-depricating thoughts

x reader where he reminds reader to take it easy sometimes

x f!reader who is worried she can’t get pregnant

x reader where he braids your hair (reader has long hair)

x reader confessing feelings for each other

x reader helping when they are panicking / worrying

x reader where he helps with your blood sugar issues

x reader who holds their cards close to their chest

x reader who is sick

x reader where he gives you a massage and cuddle

x reader with domestic fluff

x pregnant reader with discussion of taking care of a baby

x reader where Hunter has a headache and reader needs rest too

x reader who needs some closeness after disappointing news

x reader and domestic life together

x pregnant reader who is having a rough time being pregnant right now

x reader spending time together plus a quiet evening

x reader who is struggling with vision problems

x reader cuddles the night before reader has a medical procedure

Jesse

x reader and budding romance

x reader who goes unnoticed by others (can be read as platonic)

x m!reader where Jesse is flirty and sweet

x reader in need of comfort

x m!reader first meeting

Kix

x m!reader go kayaking

x reader where Kix cooks for reader

x reader who started new mental health medication and is dealing with side effects

x reader comforting Kix after a hard day

x m!reader have a domestic moment when you’re overworked

x reader where Kix supports you after an unnamed medical procedure

x m!reader where he brings flowers

x f!reader where he learns to brew tea

x reader have a picnic

x reader whose pet tooka just passed away

x reader going through burnout and Kix talks to them about the importance of valuing themselves

Mayday

x artist reader

x reader who helps him find home on Pabu

x reader go swimming

x platonic reader who is homesick

x reader enjoying domestic life

Monnk

x reader having a date at the beach when reader is scared of deep water, but feels safe enough to go in with him

x reader having a date at the beach when reader is scared of the water and doesn’t go in

x m!reader shows Monnk his favorite spot to swim in the ocean

Rex

x reader having an ordinary yet romantic evening together

Rex x f!reader have the 501st over for dinner

x platonic reader hanging out and Rex talks about 501st shenanigans

x f!reader dyes her hair blue

x wheelchair user reader with chronic pain cuddling and reassurance

x reader reunited after Rex was gone for a long time

x reader on a date

x reader and a sweet kiss

x reader stargazing

x platonic reader catching up after a busy time

x reader where Cody and Wolffe spy on your date

x reader who has a chronic illness and fatigue

x reader spending quality time together

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo x platonic transmasc reader helping with dysphoria

x reader escaping a social situation

x reader doesn’t feel good enough

x reader where he supports you through a tough time (can be read as platonic)

x reader where he knows you’ll get those WIPs done

x afab reader dealing with a miscarriage

x reader share a moment in the moonlight

x m!reader a declaration of love

x m!reader on a romantic date

x reader where he makes you a flower crown 

x reader makes him a flower crown

x reader who doesn’t feel well

x reader happy birthday surprise

x reader who has to have dental work done

x reader who is struggling with parents encouraging disordered eating (can be read as platonic)

x reader who is dealing with an eating disorder

x reader going on a cozy trip together

x reader where he comes over to ease some stress

Rex, Cody, Fives, and Echo help reader when depression hits (platonic)

x jedi reader comforting him after Umbara (can be read as platonic)

x reader comfort during a day of grief

Sinker

x reader who has a bad day and he helps

Tech

x reader with ADHD and depression who struggles to sleep

x reader who needs support

x afab reader on their period

x plus size fem reader with disordered eating

x reader who is sick / going through it

x reader snuggling with Tech and telling him about sharks

x platonic reader on the anniversary of an unnamed traumatic event for reader

x reader enjoying quiet time outside together

x m!reader showing affection

x reader after Tech comes home from a mission

x reader where Tech helps reader ward off an anxiety attack

Hunter and Tech x platonic reader who is overwhelmed

Hunter and Tech x reader who struggles with self-depricating thoughts

x reader who is sick (can be read as platonic)

x reader takes Tech to one of their favorite places (can be read as platonic)

x reader dealing with chronic pain (can be read as platonic)

x reader where Tech gets some civilian clothes

x reader where Tech takes you to see a meteor shower

x reader where Tech returns after being gone

x reader with quality time and sweetness (”talk bumpers” reference)

x reader cuddles (can be read as platonic)

x reader who needs encouragement (can be read as platonic)

x reader going to bed together

x reader have drinks and dance at 79′s

x reader starting the day with caf together

x reader going out to lunch

x reader where he makes modified goggles

x reader who is having a hard time

x reader dancing together after a long day

x platonic reader where Tech comforts you when you’re unconfident / overwhelmed

x reader where he gets something to represent his commitment to you

x m!reader where Tech tells you how he feels

x reader where reader opens up about their home world

x reader where he helps you fix your speeder bike

x reader is comforted after a nightmare

x reader going on a date to the aquarium

x reader telling him how you feel

A Little Something After the Season 2 Finale (Tech Lives)

x f!reader who has tokophobia

x reader who is overwhelmed

x f!reader who is pregnant where they find out it’s twins

x reader who has nightmares

x f!reader who has a miscarriage

x s/o reader who uses a wheelchair/hoverchair 

x reader who needs comfort when feeling unwell

x reader looking at the night sky together (could be read as platonic)

x reader (romantic) and Echo x reader (platonic) cuddles after Tech’s return

x s/o reader who’s been in a funk and needs some comfort

x reader who struggles with passive suicidal ideation (could be read as platonic)

Tup

x reader painting their nails and Tup’s

x reader making cookies together (can be read as platonic)

x reader braids Tup’s hair (can be read as platonic)

x reader nervous first date

x reader who wants a mohawk

x reader where he makes breakfast

x S/O fem reader comfort and cuddles

Waxer

x fem reader who is self-conscious about having facial hair

Wolffe

x platonic padawan reader who learns a lesson and how much Wolffe cares

x afab reader who is on their period

x awkward m!reader asks Wolffe out on a date

x platonic padawan reader are stuck in the rain

x reader waking up to reader’s croaky voice after an illness

x reader where Wolffe takes you out

x reader where reader is shrunk slightly on a mission

x reader where reader helps Wolffe relax

x reader who is grieving (can be read as platonic)

x f!reader where he returns to you after losing his eye

x plus size reader who uses self-depricating humor (can be read as platonic)

x boyfriend reader who struggles with chronic pain as a result of childhood trauma

x s/o reader having a quiet evening together

Wrecker

x reader go to the beach

x reader who is having a bad day

Hunter and Wrecker x plus size f!reader (platonic) go dress shopping

x reader at a food truck festival (can be read as platonic)

x reader affirmations

x reader after reader gets a diagnosis that leaves them feeling self-conscious

x reader taking a lunch break together

x reader where Wrecker lights up your world

x reader bouncing on a giant trampoline together

x reader where he reminds you to eat and take care of yourself

x reader where he shows you it’s safe to let him in

x reader where he supports you when you’re over-extending yourself

x plus size f!reader first meeting

x reader crocheting together

x reader needing distraction and cuddles

x reader rocking in a hammock together

x reader more snuggles

x f!reader early romance

x reader go to an amusement park

x reader spending quality time together

x reader cuddling and falling asleep together

The Anon that Started It

Pulling Fives, Gregor, and Crosshair

[anxiouspineapple99]

Revelations

Summary: Two best friends realize the depth of their feelings as one traverses a toxic relationship of their own.

Pairing: Fives x Fem!Reader (third person)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: sexual coercion, vomiting, unwanted pregnancy, mental abuse, 18+ MINORS SHOO

A/N: I posted this on my AO3 and finally decided to post it here!

It is separated by dates using the ReSynchronization format [Legends] (bold text)

Format is as follows:

[Year]:[Month]:[Day]

14:5:4

“Another fight?” He asked as he wrapped a compassionate arm around her shoulder.

She sniffled, “Yeah.”

He rubbed her back as they walked from her apartment to the waiting speedercab. “What was it about this time,” he tried to mask the irritation for her fiancé with his concern for her.

“I didn’t have dinner ready and waiting when he got home from work. But I was tired, Fives! I worked all morning and then had uni classes!” She flopped her head on the headrest of the seat, frustrated, exhausted, and hurt.

His gaze was soft as he studied the crinkles etched into her face from stress.“I know, cyare. You weren’t wrong, don’t worry. Let’s get you a drink when we get to 79s. Echo is waiting for us too.”

She drank so much that night she began pronouncing mojito as “moe-gee-toe” and Fives never missed taking an opportunity to tease her about it after.

14:6:3

“I told Kur I wanted to go to that concert in the gardens,” she sat on the park bench bouncing her legs as she stared at the nuna wrap in her hands.

“And?” He tilted his head in the impossibly adorable way he did when he wanted her to keep talking, puppy dog eyes staring intently.

“He said no because he isn’t interested and he won’t do anything he doesn’t care about,” she grumbled and took an aggressive bite of the food and then passed it to Fives.

Fives took the wrap with a huff, “But he never takes you anywhere. When was the last time he took you out and showed you off? More than that, you do stuff he likes and you don’t all the time.”

He took a bite of the shared wrap as she threw her hands in the air, “I know. And get this, he said ‘Take Fives. That’s why I keep him around. So he can do the stuff with you I don’t want you.’ He keeps you around? As if you’re not already my best friend.”

His lip pulled back into a sneer, “Wow. Okay. Well that's everything, I do everything with you. He doesn’t take you anywhere, I do.” The observation stung. He was right and she was suddenly riddled with guilt.

Her shoulders slumped as she answered him, “You’re right. I’m sorry. You don’t have to do stuff with me if you don’t want to.”

His eyes widened and he grabbed her arm, “That’s not what I meant! I love doing that stuff with you. I want to do everything with you. His loss, okay? I’ll do it all with you!”

14:6:5

She hung her head, wrapping her arms around herself in an effort to soothe the ache she felt, “Kur said he hopes I get fat because then no one else will want me. He says I don’t wear enough makeup and I should dress like a sophisticated and classy woman.”

Fives didn’t even attempt to hide the horror he felt, “Uhh. Wow. That’s not how that…you know what? Kriff him. He’s a di’kut. You’re beautiful at any size! You don’t need makeup, you’re gorgeous without it! And there’s nothing wrong with how you dress! I like it! It’s uniquely you.” She managed a halfhearted smile. She knew he meant it, “Thanks Fives.”

14:7:6- via Datapad

>Her: Are you planetside?

>Fives: We arrive back tomorrow for a week, why?

>Her: My dad…his birthday is in a couple of days. Kur won’t come to his dinner. He said I should just bring you.

> Fives: Ah, I guess this is one of those events he keeps me around for, huh?

> Her: Guess so.

> Fives: I’ll be there.

> Her: Thank you Fives.

> Fives: Anything for you.

14:8:29

“I told him I was depressed and needed help and he told me ‘You’re not depressed. You’re just bored. You need a hobby. And you’re miserable to be around.’ Am I really that bad, Fives,” she couldn’t stop the tears any longer. She held her head in her hands and sobbed.

Fives wrapped her in a hug, “No. No mesh’la, you’re not. You’re amazing.” He pressed his head to hers and squeezed her tight. “We ship out tomorrow but as soon as I’m back on shore leave I’ll take you out. We’ll have lunch and we can try that caf place you’ve been wanting. In the meantime please get to the doctor. I’m so worried about you. I’m always a com or hologram away. I promise.”

14:8:30

“I have to tell you this. I can’t keep lying to myself. I love you. I knew I loved you from the moment I saw you in that blue dress. And I'm standing here begging you to leave him. Please.” Fives was desperate, pleading, and pouring out his heart. He’d stood outside her apartment for an hour before knocking and making his confession to her.

“It’s just a rough patch,” she mumbled but she didn’t believe herself. Not really. Fives fell to his knees in front of her, taking her face in his hands.

He ran his thumbs across her cheeks with a tenderness she desperately wanted but hadn’t received in so long, “Rough patch my ass. It’s a kriffing long rough patch if that’s the case. Look, I’m not saying you have to pick me. But please don’t pick him. You’re not happy and you deserve the world. If you don’t feel the same then tell me now and I will walk out that door and you’ll never see me again. But I needed to tell you. I needed you to know. Pick me or don’t, just as long as it’s not him. Anyone but him. Every time I see you the light in your eyes has died a little more and it’s because of him. I don’t know how long I can stand to stay if you do marry him. He’s slowly killing everything about you that makes you who you are.” His breathing was heavy as tears poured from his eyes.

She reached out and wiped the tears from his face as she broke herself, “I…have to think. This is a lot.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I understand,” he pulled from her touch and walked out the door. Not another word. He didn’t look back. When her own crying had calmed, she commed her sister.

Her always chipper voice answered quickly, “Hey beautiful! What’s going on?”

“Hey I need you to be honest when you answer my next question okay?” Her stomach was in knots. But she had to know. How deep in denial was she?

“Of course!”

“What do you think of Kur?” The silence on the other end of the comlink briefly had she believe she’d been disconnected, “Hello?”

She heard a sigh before her sister answered, “Are you sure you want my honest opinion?”

Shit. She grunted, “Yeah. Hit me.”

And for the next ten minutes her sister detailed everything about that “pathetic excuse of a man” that she hated. And that was just about everything.

They were the things she saw and chose to ignore. The things she pushed aside thinking she wouldn’t find better. The things she told herself were “no big deal” or “he didn’t mean it”. Fives was right. And moreover she realized she’d fallen for him over the course of their friendship.

14:9:2

Kriff the comlink, this was a hologram conversion. Fives had shipped out that morning but she needed him to know. To her surprise he answered. It looked like he was in a supply closet somewhere.

“Hey,” she was nervous. Why was she nervous? He’d already confessed his love to her.

“Hey you,” his smile didn’t match the sadness in his voice.

“I’ve made my decision. I’m leaving him. You were right. About all of it,” she vomited out the words so quickly she wasn’t sure he even caught the whole thing.

But then she saw his shoulders relax, “I don’t think you understand how relieved I am to hear that. When are you doing it?”

“I have to get a plan together. Kur won’t take it well. He’s supposed to be going on a trip in a month. I’ll pack and move it all while he’s gone for those two days. My dad says he wants me home, so I have a place to go.”

“I’ll help. I’ll be there every step of the way. I’ll protect you.”

“I know, Fives. You always have.”

That night Fives sent her the first love letter. The first of many. She smiled by the glow of her datapad as she read the most beautiful words anyone had ever said to her:

“I’m here to offer you strength, passion, adventure, and yes danger too. I’m here to be the man you dance for, to be the crazy boy falling day by day for the crazy girl. I’m here to hold you close while you laugh and to be the reason you sparkle. I’m here to be yours and yours alone and, in the midst of all of this chaos, to be the one who holds you up.”

14:9:12

In honor of deciding to leave her creep of a fiancé she decided to have a girls night out to announce the big decision. First dinner and then drinks at 79s. The 501st was back on Coruscant for a couple of weeks and she knew she’d find Fives there. She was plastered. She’d lost count of the cocktails and shots she’d thrown back and by the time Fives found her the bartender had cut her off. “Hi Fives!” She slurred as she threw herself at him.

“Hey there mesh’la. Let’s get you home, okay?” He cooed as he gently guided her to the waiting speedercab.

Stepping out of the cab she loudly announced, “Fives! I have to pee!”

“Not on the curb you’re not! There’s your apartment! Let me get you inside!”

He punched in the code while supporting her floppy and giggling inebriated form.

“Okay cyare, there’s the fresher,” he guided her in and closed the door.

Once finished she hobbled out, “Thanks Fives, you’re the best…oh…oh kriff…I’m gonna be sick.” He grabbed her shoulders and guided her to the floor of the fresher.

Drifting in and out of consciousness she heard him, “Hey. Hey sweetheart you have to stay awake okay? Stay awake for me.” Her head lolled back and she realized she was being supported by him. He had positioned himself behind her on the fresher floor, one arm hooked across her chest keeping her upright and the other holding her hair back. She could no longer compose coherent thoughts but instead briefly lost herself in how warm and soothing his voice was.

At some point he guided her to a chair in the sitting room. He rubbed her legs and talked to her as she struggled to focus.

“Fives…” she slurred as she looked at him through heavily lidded eyes.

“Yes, cyare.”

“I’m going to show you my prowess…” she attempted to purr as she unhooked his utility belt with one hand and pulled him in for a sloppy kiss with the other.

“Whoa! Easy there!” He pulled back laughing. “Let’s save that for when you’re a little more sober.”

She shook her head, “Mmmm no. I wanna now…”

“I can see that. But you’re way too drunk sweetheart.”

“Did my prowess not impress you? I’m sorry…” she started to sniffle.

“No no no,” he held her hand while still chuckling, “I am very impressed. I just want both of us to be clear headed for that.”

“Mmm fine but I…oh kriff…” she threw a hand over her mouth as Fives held up the large bowl he’d grabbed from the kitchen and yelled, “In the bowl!” Neither was effective. She missed the bowl but did not miss Fives.

The next morning, there were his beloved words waiting for her. Even though she’d vomited on him:

“You are, very complexly and very simply, Her. Each of these words was yours before it was ever written, every note I’ve ever played belonged to you. I know this is hard for you, it’s hard for me too, but I once told you that not fighting for something I want isn’t part of who I am. I think that was the most honest thing I’ve ever said. I’d chase you till my last breath left me, because that is what you deserve. When I see you I don’t see a prize or an objective, I see the answer to the question in my heart.”

14:9:15

Her leg bounced nervously hoping he’d answer. Praying he wasn’t too busy. And feeling so guilty that she was bothering him with her problems again.

“Fives here.”

“I know you’re busy and I’m sorry but I need someone.” Her voice cracked as she endured a battle of wills against the tears pressing behind her eyes, “I need you. Please.”

“I’m on my way,” there was no hesitation. His answer was steadfast and resolute. She wasn't sure how long she waited but soon she heard the familiar knock. She threw herself into his arms the moment the door slid open. “Cyar’ika, what’s wrong. Talk to me babe.”

She held up the unopened pregnancy test, “I’m late. It could just be stress. But he… we did once in the last month. I didn’t want to but he kept pressuring me. He wouldn’t stop trying to get my clothes off and I just wanted him to leave me alone…”

He wrapped his arms around her in that embrace that told her he’d keep her safe. He pressed his face into her hair as he whispered, “It’s okay. Whatever the results we will get through it together. I promise, I’m not going anywhere. Go take it. I’ll sit with you.” And he did. He held her hand through those three agonizing minutes. As she recounted the fact that it wasn’t the first time she’d been pressured into sex.

She recalled the first time, in which she’d told him she wasn’t ready. She changed her mind and he screamed at her. He told her she was wasting his time and she might as well just fuck him because she was already naked anyway. Fives held her ever closer but there was a violent rage burning in his eyes as she cried into his chest. If he ever had the chance to get his hands on that shabuir, he’d end him. With his bare hands. The timer went off and she pulled away from him, “Moment of truth, I guess.” He grasped her hand, running his thumb gently across it, “I’m here. No matter what. I promise.” A negative pregnancy test had never looked so beautiful. And before bed that night, there was another letter waiting for her:

“Truth is men have been trying to describe women like you for hundreds of years, you’re the reason we write love songs, pen down poems, or paint beautiful works of art. But at the end of the day all of this seems to fall a little bit short, because the truth is there just aren’t words. There is no tune, rhyme, or color that will truly capture what any of us see when we look at real beauty. What I see when I look at you.

I think it’s time that I was very clear what it is I see when I look at you. I see hair that I love running my fingers through. I see eyes like mist. Lips that make my heart skip a beat when they touch mine. Curves that I love. For me all of this comes together to form something that I see as perfect beauty.”

14:9:18 - via Datapad

>Her: I have my bag waiting by the door. I’m leaving tonight. I can’t wait until he’s gone. I have to get out of here.

>Fives: Come to the barracks. I’ll get you in. Stay with me tonight.

There was no letter that night. She cried herself to sleep in his arms and every word he would have typed out on that datapad was whispered to her between kisses and fingers running through her hair.

But the next night…

“I’ve never been drawn to someone the way I’m drawn to you, you made me believe again, you made me hope again. But most importantly you showed me that the fighter in me was put there for a reason. He’s there to fight for your heart, to fight for your love, and to fight for the life we could have together.”

And while he was on Kamino…

“As I sit here listening to the rain pouring down all it reminds me of is the way your hair falls around my face. About how all I need to do is look up to see those beautiful blue grey eyes, like gazing into clouds on the cusp of a storm. How when I hear the thunder what I’m really hearing is your heartbeat then mine, and with each deep boom the two of them move closer together and we both feel the lightning strike at the same time.”

And every night after, he penned his promises to her.

“[When we are old] I’m going to carry you to bed, our bed, and the two of us are going to do what we did last night. There will still be my fingers in your hair, even when it starts to turn grey. There will still be my hands all over your body, no matter what it looks like. But most importantly there will still be the two of us there together alone in the dark. Two kindred spirits, who have laughed and loved together, two best friends.”

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[the-bad-batch-baroness]

Hello lovelies 🥰

Welcome to my 2/3 follower event!!!

Why 2/3? Well, because I never got a chance to hold an event for 200 followers, and I am now celebrating 300 followers, so 2/3 was born!

Y'all voted on this post for the word count of the requests. 100 words won, with 300 words not very far behind, so I'm leaving it up to you to decide the word count you want for your drabble!

Event details and event masterlist are below the cut.

Event Status: CLOSED

Join my taglist HERE

In an ask (anon or not), please send me the following information:

Step 1: Choose a clone

New! You can now choose one of my clone OCs for a request!

Step 2: Choose platonic or romantic

Step 3: Choose fem!reader or GN!reader

Step 4: Choose SFW or SPICY/SUGGESTIVE (I do not write smut)

Step 5: Choose a word count: 100, 200, or 300 (these will be exact)

Step 6: Choose a dialogue prompt from the list below

Step 7 (optional): Provide extra information such as who is saying the dialogue, the vibe, the scenery, etc.

Please remember that these are short, so not every detail provided may be able to be added to the drabble, but I'll do my best!

NOTE: Please be respectful when sending in requests! I do reserve the right to deny a request if it makes me uncomfortable. I want this to be fun.

Prompt List:

"You... you really mean it, don't you?"

"Say it again. Please. Say it again."

"When's the last time you slept/ate?"

"Stay. Please stay."

"How could you?"

"I'm here. I've got you. You're safe now."

"Leave. Now. Just leave!"

"I'm trusting you."

"Help me."

"What's wrong?"

"I can't. I just can't."

"You were calling out, in your sleep. You said my name."

"You don't have to be alone anymore."

"You're allowed to need help."

"Forgive me."

"Tell me the truth."

"You came back for me."

"You don't get it, do you?"

"You have nothing to apologize for."

"I'm sorry, that was... embarrassing."

"Why haven't you been eating?"

"I think I need a hug."

"Let me take care of you."

"This is all my fault."

"Don't touch me!"

Yes, these prompts are a little angsty, but that's the mood I'm in.

Masterlist:

Hold It Like This (Hunter x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #14)

Hunger (Jesse x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #3)

Promise (Fox x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #6)

Kiss Me (Hound x GN!Reader --- Prompt #9)

Literally or Figuratively (Hardcase x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #3)

Feverish (Hunter x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #23)

Spring Cleaning (Crosshair x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #2)

I Won't Leave You (Crosshair x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #6)

Soup Assault (Gloss (OC) x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #22)

One Game (Tech x Fem!Reader --- Prompt #1)

[starrylothcat]

I would like to do a mini-follower event, and as much as I’d like to do an asks/requests event, my life is a tad hectic right now so my writing is a bit slow.

Instead I’m thinking of doing a fanfic/art spread the love event? (Specially for Star Wars)

I’ll have people send me their favorite fics or art, or self promote, and I’ll reblog and leave a nice comment.

At the end I’ll compile a masterlist of what people send in and share that as well.

I know some other people do this already, but it can’t hurt to spread even more love to the creatives in this fandom!

Thoughts? Interest?

(I am still open to taking requests though, don’t get me wrong. In general feel free to invade my ask box, it just might take me a minute to complete it. 😁)

[echo-lover]

Hello there!

I'm in desperate need for some good Bad Batch fanfiction, or about Echo and Fives. I tried to look for it myself, but unfortunately it didn't end well for me.

(I'm still sick from reading the concept of a romantic relationship between Echo and Fives... and after joining Bad Batch Echo hooked up with Hunter... my eyes hurt.)

So if any of you have some fic about clones to recommend (that doesn't contain any romance between brothers) I'd love to hear your advice.

In return, I can give you a spotify playlist I created today. Every song reminds me of Bad Batch member for some reason (songs still being added)❤️

[rexxdjarin]

*poking the fandom with a stick* can you guys read my fic so I can feel like it’s worth writing and that I’m good at writing still 🥺

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

I am writing Clone Angst, I thought I wrote a one-shot, i was wrong, there are Follow-Up Ideas in my Brain

[kats-chaotic-wonderland]

Hey, so like...for my fics. Do y'all prefer just sticking to like actual plot on a main story, or if I dropped in some character oriented one shots at random would that be cool?

[221bshrlocked]

floating senses

Pairings: Hunter x Fem!Reader

Words: 1943

Warnings: Hunter experiences sensory overload. Talk of anxiety and panic attacks. Love confessions. Lots of touching. Implied smut...very implied. Like this is as implied as smut will get with me and that says a lot.

Summary: Something upset him so deeply that he couldn’t stand being in the presence of anyone.

A/N: I am feeling some type of way and this is the product of said, unknown feelings. Enjoy my lovely clone simps.

Something was wrong. You weren’t really sure what could have possibly happened that caused Hunter to drop what was in his hand so abruptly, and run away from you and the group. All you knew was that something must have happened that had him sprinting down the pathways and away from the city. You had noticed how uptight he was in the morning, but thought it was probably due to how busy the market tended to be during the early hours of the day. But as the hours rolled by, his eyebrows grew more furrowed, and his jaw tensed as if he was tasked with an impossible mission. Normally, Hunter was a controlled man, even in the most stressful of environments. He seldom let the situations get out of hand from him, and even then, he would voice out his concerns just to gain a different perspective. 

But this was different. 

Something upset him so deeply that he couldn’t stand being in the presence of anyone. 

“Where is he going?” Omega asks as she finishes helping Wrecker carry the rest of the supplies. She is about to follow Hunter when you hold out your hand, signaling her to stop and let you handle the situation. 

“Stay here, I’ll go and see what he needs.” You smile reassuringly at her and stand up from your kneeling position, nodding at Wrecker and Tech before walking towards the path Hunter took to the shore. 

As you descend the city, you can’t help but admire the colors of the sky as the sun sets far deep into the ocean, painting the clouds with pastels and shining stars. By the time you reach the beach, you get the sense that you’ll need to be patient and careful with Hunter. Although you’d been with the Batch for some time now, you knew that Hunter didn’t grow easy around people quickly. In fact, you found him the hardest to convince of your good, unselfish intentions. 

When you feel the warm sand beneath your feet, you take your shoes off and place them at the dock before continuing to where you knew Hunter liked to meditate. 

Normally, when he feels someone approaching him, Hunter announces his knowledge, either by asking his visitor a question or remarking on how loud they are. You found it funny that he tended to speak first, knowing that it was probably for the benefit of whoever was interrupting his alone time so they don’t jump in fear when they see him all of a sudden. 

But the closer you get to his spot, the more uneasy you become, mostly because you could hear the man groaning in pain. Forgoing the initial plan of approaching him softly, you run towards the large boulders near the edge of the forest until you come across Hunter’s body kneeling in the sand. 

“Kriff,” you swear beneath your breath, sprinting towards him and falling beside his heaving body to let him know that he isn’t alone. Hunter initially twitches away from you, shaking his head and falling to the ground as soon as he feels your hands reach for his shoulder. 

“It’s me Hunter, it’s just me. I’m here!” You whisper against his shoulder, knowing that voicing out your concerns might worsen his sensory overload. He shakes violently underneath the touch of your hands, but as soon as he glances to the side and sees how calm and worried your features are, he melts into your embrace and lets go of his chest. 

His hands shoot to the front of your shirt, and you prepare yourself for being thrown off of him, but the opposite happens. Hunter takes one look into your eyes and crashes against your chest, clinging onto you for dear life until you have no option but wrap your arms around him and part your thighs so he can settle in between them. His body is vibrating with energy, and you want nothing more than to talk him through whatever anxiety boiling through his body. But you remind yourself that any extra noise will make things worse, so instead of calming him the way you sometimes do with Wrecker or Omega, you decide to let your touch do the work for you. 

Taking a deep breath, you slowly move your hand across his shoulder and back, waiting until he gets used to the sensation before slipping your other hand into his hair and massaging his scalp. Hunter hisses in the beginning, his body begging him to remove himself from you so you don’t witness him during such a vulnerable, weak moment. But he wills himself to stay still in your arms, allowing you to drive his fears and sensitivity away. 

You don’t dare look down at him, knowing that he probably already hates you having a front row seat to his anxiety. Instead, you think of the colors etched across the skies, allowing the soft sound of the waves coming to the shore calm the both of you so you don’t cry from how deeply you feel for the man. You’re not sure how long you lay there with Hunter in your arms, but when his body relaxes further into you, and his pained whines turned into deep, guttural groans, you know that he’s moved past whatever it was that sent him over the edge so cruelly. 

Except the more you move your hands up and down his back, and the harder you dig your nails into the hair at the nape of his neck, Hunter can’t help but groan against your sternum, his breaths coming out hot and heavy against the little bit of skin peeking through the buttons of your shirt. His breathing is becoming erratic again, except unlike before, his body isn’t shaking from the violent sensory overload, but a more pleasant buzzing coursing through his veins. 

The moment you realize what you’ve unintentionally done, you stop your ministrations and begin to detach your hands from his person. 

“Please…d-don’t. I- I need to…I need you to stay,” his words are broken, voice hoarse from how dry his throat has become, as if he’s been talking for the past hours. You’re shocked by the turn of the events, but you’re more surprised by how comfortable Hunter is with you. You knew that he’d learn how to trust you at some point, but you never thought the trust would run so deep to the point where he’d willingly move past such a rigid line along with you. 

“Hunter…you’re not thinking clearly right now.” You firmly respond, waiting until he looks up through heavy-lidded eyes and stares into your slowly dilating pupils.

“You- you’re the reason I ran away.” 

It’s far from what you expected him to say, now of all times. You thought he’d tell you that he’s thinking clearly, or perhaps beg you some more in that sinful, gruff voice of his, maybe even tell you to just end his misery and do this once before you return to the city.

You must be staring at him with shock and confusion, because Hunter tenses his jaw and looks away from you. 

“I was thinking about how caring you are with Omega, how much patience you have for Tech…even when he’s unknowingly insulting you…how sweet you tend to be with Wrecker, especially when he has nightmares.”

You can’t find the words to respond to Hunter, so you remain silent, willing him to continue explaining himself so your brain doesn’t explode from the sudden confession. 

“And, you’re always so understanding with me…as if I haven’t been cold to you ever since you joined.” You don’t like the way he describes himself, so you finally break your silence and push him off of you until you can get a better look at him. 

“I know it’s difficult to trust new people, especially now when your lives are at stake. I would- maker Hunter, I would never fault you for being extra careful. You’re just looking after your brothers…after Omega.”

“There…that’s what made me run away.” He cuts you off, and a part of you is unsure as to why that could possibly make him leave. 

“I was thinking of you, mesh’la…until I finally understood why I don’t want to let you in.” It’s your turn to breathe harshly, chest rising and falling rapidly with every word Hunter bestows upon you. Looking at him now, you’re unable to hold back from admiring how boyish yet rugged he still looks as the pastels across the skies above you shine over his handsome, sharp features. His hair falls perfectly over his bronze skin, framing his deep, hazel eyes and chiseled jaw so perfectly that you can’t stop yourself from leaning down and kissing his aquiline nose. 

His breath hitches at the gentle touch, and if it weren’t for the fact that he was already lying in your arms, Hunter thinks he may have fallen into your embrace if the two of you were standing and you decided to pull that little stunt. When you pull away, far too soon to his liking, Hunter lets out a shaky breath and smiles softly at you. 

“I’ve let you in a long time ago sweetheart, and I’m done pretending I don’t want you.” 

The sureness with which he reveals that last bit of his heart to you nearly sends you into overdrive, and you blink the tears away before you ask him one last time, wanting him to be sure of what he’s saying. 

“You want me?” Your voice shakes as you ask, afraid that he’ll come to his senses all of a sudden and tell you that he didn’t mean any of what he just said. But Hunter doesn’t waste another second, sitting up and moving closer to you until there is barely any space between your lips and his own. 

“Desperately.” He whispers against your lips before he engulfs you completely, the passion he exerts over your body forcing you onto your back. You part your lips for him instantly, combing your hands into his hair and tugging on it when he slips his tongue inside our mouth and tastes you. 

You’d later tell him that the ease with which he confessed to you his feelings nearly made you fall over in tears, but you set the thought aside now, wanting to cherish the moment until it’s ingrained in your mind. 

When Hunter pulls away, you open your eyes and find him studying you closely. You think it was probably his turn to overthink matters, and before he can apologize for how forward he’s being, you pull him back down and pray his name as you kiss along his jaw and neck. You barely hold back from giggling when you feel his elbows buckle, sending him flush against your chest until you hate access to the skin showing from beneath his shirt. 

“S-sweetheart.” His voice is dangerously low, but you continue to map his scars with teasing kisses and little bites, wanting him to completely surrender himself to you. 

“Hunter…” You moan in return, smiling to yourself when he groans in response to the lewd pronunciation of his name. 

“I need you, cyare. I need you so kriffing badly.” He growls into the cool dusk air, hands grasping at your shoulders to get you to ease off of him if only for a moment. 

“Then take me.” You respond instantly, letting go of him so you can lay your head back down against the sand of the shores. Hunter snaps his gaze at you, once again scrutinizing your features and body language so there can be no room for any misunderstandings. 

“Fucking finally.”

[freesia-writes]

Hunter Fic Sneak Peek #4

(author's note -- this is about as raunchy as it'll get; keeping the whole thing PG-13)

She pushed him until his back was flush against the wall, head spinning and heart racing. Her hands were heavy on his chest, his neck, his cheeks... She cupped his face with fervent desire, gazing affectionately into his eyes before closing her own, tilting her head, and pressing her lips to his.

Her hands began to roam again, stroking and caressing, pulling feelings and yearnings and urges from him that had been dormant as long as he could remember. An initial resistance welled up, adding to the constant confusion, but it was soon diminished beneath her passion as she kissed him again and again.

Heat flushed Hunter's body from head to toe, and he opened up to her, his fingers gripping her waist as he leaned in. A feminine, breathy sigh escaped her as the intensity grew, their faces pressed together, lips caressing and tugging. She opened her mouth more, sliding her tongue against his, and tingles coursed through his veins as he met her fervor with his own, squeezing his eyes tightly shut and losing himself to the ardor growing in his core.

She ran a hand up the back of his neck, digging it into his hair and tightening her grip, pulling back for a moment to regard him with unbridled lust. "You are so kriffing hot, you know that? Damn, the things I want to do to you..." she murmured, heavy-lidded eyes following the contour of his face as he opened his eyes to meet hers, smoldering with intensity.

A small smile curved her cheeks, and she bit her lip before leaning in again, capturing his lips in her own with a more possessive tenacity that continued to awaken things throughout his entire body. He was reeling from the sheer overwhelm of it all -- her scent, her breath, her body, her sensuality, her uncomplicated want for him. This was what he'd wanted, wasn't it? Freedom from responsibility, freedom to pursue a future of his own, freedom to release the burden of every possible consequence and to simply enjoy life on life's terms...

Her hand slipped beneath his shirt, his muscles tensing against her touch and fanning the flame where her fingernails gently raked up toward his chest. Soft lips trailed to his jawbone, below his ear, down the side of his neck, setting him on fire inside and out. Hunter tilted his head away, feeling her consuming desire spreading through his own chest.

This was what he had wanted. This was the right choice.

Wasn't it?

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[clonesuperiority]

I really only wanted to show my Clone OC's Tattoos, buuut who was ever hurt by shirtless Wolffe, Rex, Cody and Jesse? 👀

I'd kind of love to draw some fanarts of canon Clones ... Which ones would you like to see?

[alligatorpie1945]

"Twenty minutes later he’d made it back to his room with no memory of the journey and the taste of vomit stuck in the back of his throat.

No one asked what he’d done - it was an unspoken rule, never to ask - but Wrecker opened his arms and let Crosshair disappear into them without a word."

--Twelve Seconds by @eriexplosion

About a year or so ago I asked for fanfic submissions to be turned into comics! And this was one of them! I had actually started drawing this a year ago, but just now got around to finishing it!

It's a pretty heavy fic, but its short and really well written! Id suggest checking it out if your in angsty mood!

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny, at 17, did not have the best love life. This is partially because two of his must haves in a partner are " Will protect me with their life" and "Will commit unspeakable acts of violence for me" or at least beat someone up for his honor.

Naturally, this doesn't always result in the most stable of partners.

His first girlfriend, Valerie, became an anti-hero and broke up with him for his safety.

He finally got with Sam in sophomore year only for the feds to come into class one day to arrest her. To his surprise, her crimes had nothing to do with ghosts but rather an incident where she went too far and committed a few acts of economic terrorism. Danny and Tucker never really learned the specifics of the crimes, and her parents hushed up as many news outlets as they could, so there wasn't much info to go around. All they knew was that she saved thousands of lives by doing it.

In the end, she was sentenced to eight years, and she broke up with him so that he wouldn't wait around for her to get out.

His third partner was a guy named David who was really sweet. Unfortunately, Danny got kidnapped one day by David's arch nemesis, who was some villain with a corny edge lord name. Yeah. David had become a a super hero after they started dating.

And if you guessed that he freaked out and dumped Danny for his own protection, you'd deserve a cookie.

Danny was noticing a pattern here. One that continued with everyone he dated. They always became some kind of hero before dumping him for his own protection, and it was infuriating. Sure, danny could defend himself, but he was never deep enough into the relationship to reveal his phantom half, and frankly, his hero career was something he left behind when he left Amity and destroyed the portals.

He met Tim at a skatepark after Tim fell off his board cause of some jerk speeding out in front of him on his own board, forcing Tim to stop or else hit the guy. The guy was unrepentant and Tim calmed him down (this did not stop him from melting the guys wheels with an ectoblast when no one was looking).

Tim then asked him to coffee. Danny, noticing how cute Tim was, agreed.

Danny was up front with his parents being mad scientists in Illinois. He always was with all the people he dated. It was better not to hide these kinds of things or worse, wait until you're already attached and afraid of losing them. So he always told potential partners as early as possible. Tim seemed a bit put off by this but was calmer about it than most, and they continued chatting.

Tim didn't seem like the type to turn to heroism or anti heroism so he felt safe on their later dates. It was only after he had known Tim for a while that he put the pieces together.

Tim was always covered in bruises that he hid with his clothes and make up, he had complained about batman over the phone when he thought danny couldn't hear, he was rich, he knew how to fight as revealed by his stances and footwork dispite trying to pretend he didn't, and lastly he held a lot of political power and influence being Bruce Wayne's son. Power he had no reservations using when it suited him or he was just feeling petty (that pettiness was part of why danny was falling for him harder than he thought he could)

No wonder Tim was so okay with his parents being rouges.

Tim was a villain!

At least Tim wouldn't leave him like all his exes. Danny doesn't think he could handle it if he did. Another good thing about this is now he can talk more freely about the more villainous and morally gray ideas and inventions when he was alone with Tim.

Tim didn't see anything wrong with Danny's idea to use something similar to cloning pods to make synthetic meats like rump roasts and steaks as a way to end world hunger and was eager to add to the conversation.