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through the lens of my fingertips ship: natsu dragneel x lucy heartfilia summary: They say that when you lose your vision, your other senses become heightened to compensate. Lucy thinks that’s true enough. Losing the sense that she has relied upon the most throughout her life proves difficult at first but that's not to say she forgets the world around her. As her fingertips graze down Natsu's jaw she paints an image in her mind that she's determined to never forget. ao3

happy birthday @shiiro-arts !! ur blind lucy au lives rent free in my mind, i hope this fic lives rent free in yours

They say that when you lose your vision, your other senses become heightened to compensate. Lucy thinks that’s true enough. She’s nowhere near Natsu’s level, but with her new reliance on her ears, she’s become adept at differentiating her guildmates based on their pace, their footsteps, their breathing.

Her improved hearing is certainly helpful, but she finds that touch is the easiest way to navigate the new world she’s found herself in. Natsu refuses to let her out of his sight for the first few months, acting as her guide, but as much as she loves him, she yearns for independence, and she’s not about to let a little lack of sight get in the way of that. She uses a cane to get around for the most part, but her hands provide her with a little more precision in situations where she needs it.

Relying on her hands so much in her new everyday life gives her a new perspective. She notices things that she wouldn’t have given much mind to when she could still see, because now it’s one of the only ways she can visualise the world around her. She notices just how plush her blankets are, her fingers running over the soft pile of the fabric, relishing in the feeling of it against her fingertips. She values the tactile elements of some of her books—the indents of the title on the cover, the raised bump of the spine, the texture of the leather binding it together. She can’t read the words held within it anymore, but it still brings her comfort to be able to differentiate and recognise them on her shelf by touch when she picks one out for Natsu to read to her.

Finding comfort in the tactile is not something she limits to her possessions and collections. The last thing she wants to do is forget the world around her, and one way she tries to prevent it is to examine it through the new lens of her fingertips.

“You’ve been using my moisturiser again,” she says.

She almost wants it to be a reprimand, but it comes out more as a statement than anything. Natsu’s face is unusually soft under her touch, but she doesn’t really mind it.

“It makes my face feel nice,” he replies, and she cannot contest.

Her hands gently cradle his jaw as she connects the shapes she feels under her palms with the image she holds of Natsu in her mind. Tan skin, strong jawline, and newly soft skin. He’s got a little bit of stubble, but not much—he thinks he looks silly with facial hair. Lucy says he looks handsome; he reminds her that she can’t even see what it looks like. She tells him that she doesn’t need to see it to know it’s true.

She brings her fingers up to his hairline, where she realises his hair is down. The corners of her lips quirk up in a smile, and she takes it as an excuse to run them through his hair. He practically purrs as she lightly drags her nails across his scalp, and it elicits a soft laugh from her.

“Is it getting longer?” She asks, noting how it seems to take longer for her to reach the tips of his hair than before.

“Yeah,” he hums in affirmation. “You think I should cut it?”

She holds pause for a moment as she tries to imagine what he looks like, his spiky, rosy hair now grown into shaggy locks.

“No, I don’t think so.”

She lightly drags her hands down until her thumbs rest on the space just below his eye. His eyes flutter closed, which she can feel in his lashes brushing against her fingers, tickling her slightly, and she takes the chance to gently run the pads of her thumbs over his eyelids. Each dip and crease is burned into her memory, pieced together to form the puzzle that is her Natsu.

She hopes that they will be together long enough that she can begin to feel each wrinkle and smile line permanently form on his face. Part of her resents the fact that she will never see him grow old, but she tries to bury that feeling by running her thumb down the bridge of his nose until she reaches the tip. Leaning forward, she places her lips against it, and she feels him scrunch his nose up in response. She knows he’s just doing it to be a pain, but even his faux-disgust elicits a laugh anyway. It’s nice being able to envision the expression he’s making from touch alone.

Fingers trailing down his face, her thumb trails down his cupids bow before resting it on his lips. He turns his head so they rest in her palm, and she feels him pucker them to press a kiss into the soft skin. She feels her face heat up in a blush, and even though she can’t see it, she can feel the corner of his lips quirk up into a smirk against her hand. Natsu’s not much of a traditional romantic, but then he does stuff like this—things that are so distinctly Natsu that she can’t help the way her heart flutters in her chest.

He brings his own hands up to cradle her face, and she leans into the warmth of his touch. His thumbs rub gentle circles on the apples of her cheeks, and she smiles into it. He’s always been an affectionate type of guy, but this intimate sort of face touching is reciprocal—something he wouldn’t have done had it not been for her initiating. There’s no real reason for him to do it when he can see every dip and crease in her face, but it’s nice to feel it, to know he’s there, to experience the same feeling he does when she does it to him. It makes her feel less alone in it all.

It’s not long before she feels his warm breath against her lips, and she knows to pucker up before feeling his against them. She doesn’t need to see to kiss him, so she just relishes in the taste of his lips and the feeling of them melding against hers. They’re a little bit chapped, but they always have been, so she doesn’t mind too much. When he finally pulls away, he rests his forehead against hers, and she’s certain that he can feel the warmth radiating from her cheeks.

“You’re blushing,” he says in observation, confirming her suspicion. He says it with a teasing tone underlying his words, and it only serves to make her flush brighter, which she suspects is his intention.

She can feel him pull away and estimate his position by the feeling of his breath against her face. Unfortunately, not even that prepares her for the ruin of their tender moment when she feels his tongue drag over her cheek and hears the proceeding cackle he lets out.

“Natsu!” She yells out. “That’s so gross!”

She wipes her cheek with her hand, her face scrunched up in disgust as he howls with laughter, and as gross as it is, the familiarity of it brings her a sense of comfort.

At least some things never change.

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"My Exceptional Find"

Dedicated to the TechPhee community of Tumblr. Your fierce loyalty to this ship and the characters within it inspired this little fic. 🧡

She remembered clearly what she had told him that night as they sat on the Archium’s stone steps and watched the stars drift from one side of the sky to the other. “We’re friends, Tech. Soldiers have briefings. Friends have conversations. And this conversation might have to continue when I’m not so bone tired from sea surge clean-up. Can I hear more about your brother’s sparkling personality tomorrow?”

He had smiled at that. “Of course. Good night. I hope your sleep cycle will be conducive to—”

“Sweet dreams to you too, Brown Eyes.”

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I drew some old guys

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“Are you proud of me, brother? I became a pilot, just like you.”

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thejedifairy · 13 days

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Across the Years: Hunter x F!Reader

I haven't been able to get Hunter out of my mind since the finale (I mean, for like 5 months now since writing my fic, but especially since yesterday, LOL), and I couldn't resist writing some self-indulgent smut based on it. No spoilers for TBB, just wanted to write some loving, passionate sex in an established relationship after he'd grown a bit older. So enjoy 3000 words of warmth, intimacy, and spice. FREAKING SEXY DIVIDER BY @snotbuggle, others here!

Content: fingering, breast play, oral (m receiving), hot feral sex in a variety of positions, and tender aftercare. Let me know if I missed anything. Mini divider from a commission by @pinkiemme

You glanced at him across the porch, heart warming at the sight of his furrowed brow as he continued whittling the stick in his hands. It was a common pastime for him as the two of you sat out front in the evenings after dinner, watching the trees sway in the breeze as you idly chatted or simply enjoyed the shared space. You’d been with Hunter for years upon years, and the two of you had settled into a comfortable life of deep friendship and steadfast love. Sometimes the repetitive days felt rather mundane, but there was a contentment in all of it that you were grateful for. However, something was different tonight.

The warm hues of sunset painted his familiar features in a soft light that made your heart skip a beat. His bangs danced across his forehead as his hand moved the knife rhythmically against the wood. The beard he’d grown over the last few years gave him a distinguished look, and your eyes softened as you noticed that the gray hairs throughout seemed to be increasing. You felt an awakening in your core as your thoughts turned to times of intimacy; the musky scent of his body against yours, the light sheen of sweat on his back as you raked your fingers across it, the slow, languid lovemaking you’d both settled into that felt like coming home.

He looked up, your affectionate gaze bringing a small smile to his handsome face. You found yourself getting more hot and bothered than you’d felt in a while, and a light flush blossomed across your cheeks. Whether the thoughts were causing the sensations or vice versa, you thought of the passion of the early days of your relationship. He’d put his elite soldier physique to a variety of good uses, coaxing feelings from you that you’d never thought you had, and as your relationship steadily grew over time, the trust and intimacy only fueled the fire. Over the years, it had quieted a bit, from flaming desire to a peaceful security in the comfort of entwined bodies. But you both still had it in you, from time to time, and you could feel a rising urge as his hand stilled.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” he murmured, his smooth leather voice touched by a bit of sandpaper in his age.

“Nothing,” you said coyly, but you both knew it wasn’t nothing.

“Mmkay.” He sent a knowing glance your way before continuing his whittling, sharp features carefully arranged into innocent naivete.

But when the two of you climbed into bed that night, the craving was mutual. You’d both showered. Spent a little extra time cleaning. Shared lingering touches in passing, fanning the flame. There was a noticeably different hunger, and the love in his eyes was accompanied with a spark that awakened your lust even more. You nestled into his side, his arm around your shoulders as his fingers idly toyed with a wrinkle in your soft, loose pajamas. The hair on his chest tickled your cheek, and you tucked an arm across his middle. His body had softened over the years, as had yours, and they fit together more gently than ever.

“You’re not going to get away with this, you know,” he said against the top of your head, as your hand began to slide up and down his torso. A wave of tingles rushed through you.

“Good,” you grinned, cheek curving against his chest. He propped himself up on an elbow, rolling you onto your back in the process, and caressed the side of your face, the rough skin of his palm sending warmth into your soul. His fingers curled beneath your chin, inviting you into his kiss, chaste and tender.

It started slow. Closed-mouth kisses again and again. Then his lips parted, and the passion grew. You could feel him squirming slightly as his own body awakened in ways that had lied dormant for a while. The tip of his tongue touched yours, sending a shock through you as you opened up to him. You glided your hand up the back of his neck while the other toyed with his waist, and he deepened the kisses, fanning the flame. Your head was spinning as he leaned into you more, tongues sliding against one another in increasingly messy hunger. When was the last time he’d kissed you like this? You couldn’t remember. But you were lost in the moment, a breathy gasp escaping as he slid his hand beneath your pajama shirt. Your back arched a tiny bit, yearning for his touch, and his lips trailed to your ear.

“I love every inch of you,” he whispered, nuzzling your neck before placing a kiss on your pulse that made you shiver.

“Prove it,” you grinned, and the quick exhale of mirth from him was disproportionately rewarding. He didn’t need any further encouragement, stroking up your stomach to cup a breast as he kissed his way to your collarbone. Your fingers danced down his side, and you noticed that his boxers were suspiciously absent, your lips curving into a smile as you tilted your head back, offering your neck to his ravishing. You stroked across the outside of his hip, reaching down until you graced the side of his thigh, then worked your way back up, relishing the way he tensed and his breaths grew deeper.

He pulled his hand out from your shirt, nimble fingers working their way from button to button until it lay open on either side of you, and you lifted your arm out from beneath his side to rest above his shoulder, running your fingers through his hair and down his back. He came back up to your face, cupping it more firmly as his open-mouthed kisses took your breath away. His hair fell in your face but neither of you noticed, and you reached your other hand to his stomach, tracing it back and forth across his waist. He tensed again, a low rumble in his throat, and he pulled back a little, gazing at you with a hungry affection before lowering his head to your chest, his hand toying with the outside and inside of your thigh. He kissed his way to a breast, drawing the flat of his tongue across it so suddenly that you couldn’t hold back the breathy sigh.

“I love the noises you make,” he mumbled against your skin, licking a teasing circle around your nipple before taking it into his mouth.

“I love what you do to me,” you gasped, fingers digging into his back as he suckled gently before releasing it with a soft pop. He moved to the other side, and you lifted your arm above your head, squirming in absolute bliss as he mouthed you, breath hot against your chest. You reached lower, grazing the inside of his thigh and feeling his cock brush your arm. Damn, you wanted him bad. He carefully raked his teeth across your nipple, sending electricity through your brain, and you wrapped your fingers around his length, squeezing lightly as you both writhed in pleasure.

You couldn’t wait any longer, moving quickly to push him onto his back and getting on all fours beside him, dragging your torso across his and down along his thigh. He exhaled at the intoxicating feeling of skin on skin, your breasts soft on his cock as you moved back up, bracing yourself with a hand on the other side of his waist. You grasped him firmly, licking a circle around the tip before taking it into your mouth, goaded on by his helpless moan that stoked the fire in your core. His hand stroked your leg and back as you sucked, sinking down on him and coming up again, dragging your tongue down the side before plunging it into the side of your mouth and suckling it against the inside of your cheek.

His fingers tickled your thigh before finding your pussy, tracing tantalizingly along your slick folds, and you moaned with him in your mouth. You played with his balls, sucking up and down, swirling your tongue, fueled more and more by the sound of him panting and his increasingly urgent strokes of your clit. Using your hand on the base and bobbing your head a few more times, you sat up suddenly, swinging a leg across and settling your weight on his hips. His cock was deliciously hard between your legs, and you slid forward and back a few times, relishing the friction as you bent over him.

You kissed him hard, his hands rough on your breasts, and you tilted your hips, pressing his cock against your entrance. Pulling back to regard him with a lusty gaze, you slowly sank down on him, partway, then came back up. He groaned. You stroked his hair back from his face, cupping the back of his head as you rested your forehead on his, taking him in further this time before dragging yourself back up.

“Gods, you feel so good,” he panted, and you sat on him fully, his cock nestling into you in the most fulfilling way. He pressed his face against yours as you began to rock a little, his own thrusts driving him deeper. You reached for the headboard, breathing hard, and he sucked on a nipple, cupping the other breast with a heavy hand. You bounced on him again and again, the sensation of your bodies rubbing together and his mouth on your chest driving you wild.

Then you began to notice your legs growing tired, and you slowed, grinning against the side of his face as you admitted it. Without hesitation, he rolled you both over and straddled you, resting your legs on either side of his waist. You loved the way he caged you in, hands propping himself up as he lowered himself, heat radiating between you. Neither of you were feeling very patient, and when his tip teased your entrance, you bucked your hips into him. He sank in, panting into your ear as he began to move. When he shifted the angle, hands stroking and caressing, mouth heavy on your neck, you were seeing stars as he slapped his hips against you.

He moved like an animal sometimes, arching and curving to draw pleasure out of you, and his feral energy was intoxicating. Sitting up onto his knees, he pulled you against him, continuing his thrusts. He felt so good inside of you, his cock dragging against your walls and drowning you in ecstasy. The focus on his face and the hunger in his eyes threatened to send you over the edge. He brought his hand to your clit, drawing a gasp from you. The rough pads of his fingertips made you dizzy as he circled and teased. You didn’t even know what he was doing anymore, the sheer euphoria of sensations overwhelming you in the best way. The pressure, the motion, the sounds…

You moaned, his hand moving to your breast, squeezing it as it bounced and pinching a nipple to send a jolt of electricity through you. You turned your head against his forearm beside your head, resting your cheek against the taut muscle and reaching an arm up to grasp his wrist. His fingers pressed against you, cock driving in and out until you were mewling in bliss. And then he slowed, resting down against you and kissing you tenderly. You wanted him in every single way tonight, and he seemed to feel the same.

“Roll over,” he growled, and your heart skipped a beat at the command. You laid on your stomach, legs together, and he lowered himself on you again, cock pushing in from behind.

“Fuck,” you whined. How did it feel so good? His hips flattened against your backside, his cock twitching inside of you before he dragged it out. Almost. He teased your entrance, then began to thrust.

“You like that?” he breathed into your ear, reaching beneath you to brace an arm across your chest.

You could only moan in encouragement as he picked up the pace, slapping against you with a perfect undulation of his hips that sent you higher than you’d ever been. His thick length between your thighs sent deep pleasure throughout your core, and the mess of slick of your arousal only made it better. His hand moved to your breast, gripping it tightly as you pressed your face into the pillow. He arched his back over you, holding you with a strong forearm as he moved like an animal, panting heavily with unbridled lust. You wanted him to go over the edge, to let out his noises as he filled you up, but he wasn’t done with you yet.

Next thing you knew, you were on your back at the edge of the bed, legs resting on his shoulders as he stood. He pushed his cock against you, allowing it to slide across your pussy and up to your clit a few times. His hands were soft, the energy lowering a bit as he caressed you worshipfully. He lined up with your entrance and sank in again, leaning forward to touch your cheek, to kiss your neck, to cup your breast. You buried your fingers in his hair, a scattered mess above you, and moaned as he bottomed out.

“You’ve got the best cock,” you murmured, smiling faintly at his single exhale of shared humor, and you pressed a kiss to his wrist where it met the bed beside your head. He stroked down your sides, pulling you toward him as he stood up straight, holding your legs against his chest as he rutted against you. The pale glow from the moon peeked through the windows, illuminating his frame that you’d come to love so dearly, and the sight of him so hot and bothered, ravaging you with a determined hunger and singular focus, made you clench around him. “Fuck,” you breathed again. “Give it to me.”

He needed no further encouragement, hands heavy on any part of you that he could reach as he thrust in and out, hips slapping against you. You writhed, reaching your arms above your head to grip the sheets tightly, and his eyebrows curved helplessly as he watched your eyes squeeze shut. Gods, you were so beautiful. So fucking sexy. He changed the angle, arching and curving his back to roll against you in a way you’d never experienced. Your breathy moans were driving him wild, his fingers digging into your calves where they pressed against his sweaty chest, and he didn’t think he could last much longer.

He opened your legs a bit and lowered a hand between them, applying expert pressure to your clit as he continued pumping, and your noises grew louder. He bent over you, cupping the back of your head and pulling it up against him as you curled in pleasure, panting “yes” over and over into his neck. He was so hot, his musky scent filling your nose, his relentless pounding threatening to drive you over the edge. Both of you were lost in delirious passion, and as his movements grew more erratic in response to your building moans against the side of his face, he found the perfect spot, plunging into you as his fingers circled your clit.

“Holy fuck, FUCK YES” you gasped, your orgasm breaking across you like a crashing wave on the shore. White hot electricity raced through your limbs, again and again as he kept it up, chasing his own climax in the pure satisfaction of hearing you coming apart beneath him. It went on forever, washing over you all over again as you could feel his cock pulsing, filling you with his hot release. Gods, it felt even better. How could it get better? You rode out your high with breathy moans and whines as his movements slowed, drawing every last bit of euphoria until he collapsed above you, your legs parting around him. He was careful to support himself somewhat, resting his head against yours and breathing hard. Your bodies were hot, goosebumps prickling here and there from the mind-blowing sensations, and the feeling of him softening against you made your heart swell in your chest.

He started to pull away, but you wrapped your legs around him. You didn’t want him to go. It was perfect unity, the way he filled you, and you wanted to bask in the tenderness and calm for a moment longer. He stayed, softly caressing your thigh as his pounding heartbeats slowed. When you loosened your hold on him, he passed a washcloth to you from the nightstand, waiting for you to tuck it beneath you before pulling out slowly, an involuntary shudder passing across his body. You wiped yourself off, leaving the cloth between your legs as you flopped on the middle of the bed, utterly spent and deeply satisfied. He spooned you from behind, fitting perfectly along your curves as he wrapped a gentle arm around you and rested his face against your shoulder.

It was such a stark contrast to the animalistic passion you’d just enjoyed. But it was just him. All the facets of this beautiful man you’d been so grateful to spend your life with. You nestled into his embrace, slowly relaxing in the residual waves of pleasure. It was pure warmth. Deep joy. And utter contentment.

“I love you,” you whispered, reaching your hand to his and bringing it to your lips for an appreciative kiss.

He rumbled, pulling you in a little tighter as his fingers entwined with yours. You knew he loved you too.

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thejedifairy · 13 days

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Memes, last batch of bad memes for the last Bad Batch episode

Spoilers for The Bad Batch season 3 episode 15 below the cut

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For Tech

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i love tank force 99

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Thank you The Bad Batch & everyone involved for this wild & amazing journey full of joy, tears, awe, new friendships & beautiful artistry! You'll forever be an inspiration. 🫡 🖤❤️🖤

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thejedifairy · 16 days

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DJ MY LOVE!

May I request, from the cuddle prompts, of you feel so inspired:

- Feeling the rumble of their chest when they talk while cuddling

- Needing their cuddles even though they have something else to do

With Tech! Haven't asked for him in a while and I think we could all use some Tech fluff right about now.

(If you get a bunch of asks for the same Clone or just feel a pull towards another clone, feel free to change it. 😘)

A/N: REBEL MY LOVE! Thank you for this! I’ve never written Tech before, and I was a bit intimidated, so I hope I’ve done justice to our boy. Also, you get two prompts for the price of one 🩵

Pairing: Tech x Reader (GN; reader is shorter than Tech but not otherwise described, aside from having a rough morning and a tendency to keep things bottled up)

Rating: T (but as always, minors DNI)

Wordcount: 789

Warnings and tags: fluff, cuddles, Star Wars swearing, adult language

Summary: You swear to the Maker, if ONE MORE THING goes wrong today, you’re going to lose your mind. Tech has an exceptional idea for how to help.

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“Dank farrik,” you muttered under your breath.

The kriffing durang fruit you’d planned on turning into muffins had gone off. It smelled like death itself, and you gagged as you tossed it into the trash compactor. With a sigh, you glanced at your chronometer and winced.

Late. Kark.

You snatched up your cup of caf as your brain raced to think of an alternative breakfast that you could pull together in a hurry before your scheduled holocomm. Not that Omega or the Batch really needed you to cook breakfast for them, but Benduday morning muffins had become something of a tradition, and you really, really didn’t want to see the matching disappointment in Omega and Wrecker’s eyes when you told them they would need to fend for themselves that day.

Maybe Shep has some extra—

“MOTHERKRIFFER!” you exclaimed, cutting off your own train of thought as the lid on your mug popped loose and you doused yourself in hot caf.

A quiet rustle sounded from the front of the Marauder as Tech slid out from beneath the control console and sat up to watch you, setting aside his hydrospanner. With supreme effort, you managed to keep your eye from twitching as you braced yourself for a well-deserved lecture on your language.

“Is everything all right?” he asked instead.

“Peachy,” you grumbled, grabbing a towel to wipe off your shirt in disgust.

He rose quietly and approached. “I do not believe you.”

“What gave it away?” you snapped, flinging the towel into the sink with a frankly unnecessary level of force.

“You are upset. Given the relatively minor nature of the incident, I deduce that something else is bothering you. Do you wish to discuss it?”

“Not really.”

“Astonishing,” he said dryly.

“The kriff is that supposed to mean?” you demanded.

“Merely that I have observed that you often prefer not to discuss your struggles, though I hope none of us have ever made you feel as though you should not speak freely when something is troubling you.”

You blinked, too surprised to be offended at his earlier sarcasm. “You have?”

“Indeed.”

Well… shit.

“It’s nothing,” you lied. Tech made no response, but he didn’t bother to hide his skepticism. “Fine. It’s a bunch of tiny somethings that have all piled up on top of each other, and nothing is going the way I had planned, and I’m hungry, damn it, and now I have to think of something to cook for breakfast, except I have no kriffing caf left to make my brain work, and I have no other fruit to make muffins, so Wrecker and Omega are going to give me the tooka eyes, and I have a stupid holocomm that I’m expecting at literally any minute, and I don’t even want to talk to them, but I feel like I have to, and I swear to the Maker, if ONE more thing goes wrong, I’m going to lose my ever-loving mind!”

You grabbed the towel and began to scrub the sink furiously, desperate to focus on something other than the conversation that you very much didn’t want to have. After a few seconds, though, you felt a weight on your shoulder. You turned to see Tech’s hand resting there, and for a moment you were so shocked that you stopped scrubbing. He was not usually one to initiate physical contact, and you had always tried to respect his boundaries.

“Tech?” you asked uncertainly.

“I have observed that you often seem to find comfort in Wrecker and Omega's hugs when you are upset. As Wrecker and Omega are not currently present, I would like to offer my own.”

“Are you sure?” you inquired, dumbfounded. “Aren't you busy with the repairs from Omega’s last flight lesson?”

“It can wait,” he replied. “Unless you would prefer not—”

His sentence cut off abruptly as you crashed into him, burying your face against his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist. His arms closed around your shoulders, and he held your head in one hand. You slumped against him, turning your head so you could breathe.

“Thank you,” you murmured.

“You are welcome,” he replied, the rumble of his voice vibrating against your ear as you rested your cheek against his chest. “I do not wish you to feel as though you must face all your struggles alone. Even the tiny ones.”

Just then, your comlink chimed with the dreaded holocomm.

“Do you wish to answer that?” he asked.

“Not really,” you admitted, “but I probably should.”

“May I propose an alternative course of action?”

“Propose away,” you replied.

“Remain with me, like this, and forget the holocomm,” he replied.

“You know what?” you asked. “That's an exceptional proposition. I accept.”

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thejedifairy · 17 days

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Whoo hooooo! I think you would create magic as always with this prompt: the first initial kiss being a simple peck, then they immediately go back in for a stronger, more passionate one.

Could I request it with your choice of Tup… or post-stasis Kix… or Hunter? 🫦🥹💙

A/N: Thank you for the ask @freesia-writes! I’ve been wanting to write a fic with a meteor shower for ages, and this was the perfect opportunity. I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Hunter x Reader (GN)

Rating: T, but minors DNI as always

Wordcount: 740

Warnings and tags: fluff; sensuality; pop culture in my SW fanfic (it's more likely than you think)

Summary: You and Hunter watch a meteor shower on Pabu.

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“I’m gonna turn in,” Wrecker said. “I’ll take the kid back to the house if you two want to stay and watch the show.”

“I told her she needed to take a nap if she wanted to stay awake long enough to see the meteor shower,” Hunter laughed quietly, passing Omega’s sleeping form to his brother.

You grinned. “In her defense, if my dad had told me to take a nap when I was twelve, I definitely would have stayed awake just to spite him.”

Wrecker let out a booming laugh. “Didn’t realize you were such a rebel!”

“Ssshhhh!” you and Hunter shushed Wrecker in unison.

“Oh, right,” he whispered. “I’m headin’ out. See ya later.”

You waved goodbye at Wrecker and then flopped back down onto the blanket you’d spread on the sandy beach of Pabu, staring up at the glorious night sky. Hunter soon joined you, not quite touching you, but lying close to your side so you’d both fit on the blanket.

“You’re lucky Omega’s such a great kid,” you murmured. “I was a holy terror at her age. I couldn’t even stand myself; I don’t know how my parents survived.”

“I find that hard to believe,” he chuckled. “The proper schoolteacher of Pabu?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” you replied. “I was a teenage dirtbag.”

“Is that why all the kids love you?”

“They sense a kindred spirit under my respectable facade,” you said with a giggle.

Hunter huffed a quiet laugh, and the two of you lapsed into silence as you watched the sky. It was a dark, moonless night, and for once, the sky was entirely free of clouds—a perfect night for stargazing. You could see the entire galaxy stretched out above you, the stars shining brightly enough that they reflected as pinpricks of light on the tranquil ocean.

“Look there,” he said, pointing to a section of the sky close to the horizon. “It’s gonna be a good one.”

Sure enough, a brilliant streak of light soon shot low across the darkness, its flash bright enough to illuminate the beach faintly. As it burned out, you turned your head to stare at Hunter.

“How do you do that?” you asked softly.

“I can hear them,” he replied.

He lay on his back, his eyes fixed on the sky, and you took a moment to watch his face in the starlight. “That’s amazing.”

It was difficult to tell in the darkness, but you thought he smiled. “There’ll be another over there.”

He pointed across your body to a section of sky far to your left. He propped himself up on one elbow so he could see over you, and you turned to the sector he pointed out just in time to catch the vivid burst of light. The meteor split in two as it hit the atmosphere, putting on a dazzling show, and you could hear the distant sizzling as it burnt itself out.

“Even I could hear that one!” you exclaimed, turning to Hunter in excitement.

He was much closer to you than he had been when he was lying on his back, and you caught your breath when you realized that your faces were almost touching. Your pulse began to race, and you silently willed yourself to calm down, knowing that Hunter would be able to hear your body’s reaction to him.

Another meteor shot directly overhead, its bright light illuminating his face, and you realized he was staring at your lips. On impulse, you reached up and kissed him. It was quick and light—barely a peck—and by the time it was over, the beach had plunged back into darkness, leaving you uncertain about his response.

“Sorry,” you whispered. “Was that—”

He cut off your question abruptly, his lips crashing into yours in a passionate, urgent kiss. His hand dropped to your waist, rolling your body against his as his tongue grazed your lips softly, sliding into your mouth. The moment he tasted you, he let out a short, desperate sound, almost a growl, as his hand slid possessively up your back. Overhead, a spectacular meteor burst into the atmosphere, its flash so intense that you could see the illumination even though your eyes were closed. You opened them just in time to see the light trail die out.

As your lips parted from Hunter’s, you whispered, “We missed that one.”

He kissed you again, softly. “I prefer the view down here.”

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thejedifairy · 17 days

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Cuddles and Snuggles?! 👀

Sign me up lol

I have a request if you feel inspired by it 👀

6. trying to crawl under their shirt with either Wrecker or Kix.

Because I would very much like to hide under their shirts than deal with the outside lol

If you think of someone that fits the prompt better, then do that instead! (Or you can entirely disregard this ofc lol)

😘💜💜💜

A/N: Moonie! I had this whole ficlet planned out, and then we chatted about this wonderful Wrecker art by @pinkiemme, and it took over my entire brain. So thank you both for inspiring me. 🖤♥️

Pairing: Wrecker x Reader (GN)

Rating: T (but as always, minors DNI)

Wordcount: 573

Warnings and tags: fluff, cuddles, established relationship shenanigans, very slightly suggestive dialogue, mild language

Summary: Wrecker is just so warm.

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You rolled over to find an empty bed. You groped blindly through the blankets, but Wrecker was nowhere to be found, and based on how cold the sheets were, he’d been gone a while. Grinding the palms of your hands into your eyes, you sat up, searching blearily for him. There was no sign of him, so you stumbled out of bed to form a rescue party of one. It wasn’t long before you saw the soft blue glow of his datapad as he curled up on the sofa in the darkness.

“Hey,” you whispered, your voice coming out in a hoarse croak.

He looked up and smiled. “What’re you doin’ up?”

“I got cold,” you replied. “Can’t sleep?”

He shook his head.

“I’ll make us some caf,” you said.

“Already got some moogan tea,” he replied, holding up a steaming mug.

Screw the caf, then, you decided, immediately crossing the room to plop down next to him. You leaned your head against his shoulder, wrapped your arms around his waist, and draped your legs across his thigh, tucking your feet against his calf.

“You really are cold,” Wrecker said with a laugh as he felt your frigid toes.

“Warm me up?” you pleaded, giving him the softest, most pathetic tooka eyes you could muster at such an early hour.

“C’mere, then,” he replied, adjusting your position so he could hold you a little closer while still staring over your head at his datapad.

“Reading something good?” you asked.

He kissed the top of your head. “Candy Crush.”

You laughed quietly and snuggled closer, teasing your chilled fingers beneath the hem of his shirt. He flinched away involuntarily, but when you pulled back, he let out a little grumble.

“It’s all right,” he said. “You just surprised me. Come back.”

You didn’t bother to put up even a token resistance, instead diving your icy hands enthusiastically back under his shirt.

“Gods, you’re so warm!” you murmured, burrowing closer and sliding your hands further and further under his shirt, until you were practically wearing it with him.

“I do that on purpose so you’ll cuddle up to me,” he replied, holding back a laugh. “Comfy down there?”

“I’m working on it,” you replied. “You’re a really good heat source.”

“And you’re a really good icicle.” He set down his mug and wrapped his free arm around you. “You tryin’ to climb all the way inside my shirt?”

“Our shirt,” you replied, your voice slightly muffled by the fabric. “Besides, I’m not trying. I’m succeeding.”

“Well, maybe I should just carry you back to our bed so you can have a real blanket.”

“No, this is fine,” you replied from inside his—ahem—your shirt. “It’s cozy. I live here now.”

You felt the deep rumble of his chuckle against your cheek as you nuzzled your face against his chest. “You gonna pay rent?”

“Nah, I’m sleeping with the landlord. He’d never evict me.”

"You got that right." He shifted, and you heard the soft clatter of his datapad as he set it on the floor, then both of his arms closed around you. With seemingly no effort at all, he lifted you up and rolled the both of you over so you were tucked securely between him and the back of the sofa, wrapped in his embrace. He yawned loudly, and you knew he’d doze off within minutes. "Now stop squirmin’ and go back to sleep.”

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Strawberry Fields

Blackout x reader | 1.4k words

Content: fluff, reference to a dark past

Inspiration (from @rosemarynightmares): Also my ideal date is going to one of those public strawberry picking fields where you can just... walk around and fill your basked with strawberries, and afterwards go home and bake strawberry cake, and I'm going to drop that in this context.

Blackout had never eaten a strawberry in his life. Had never so much as seen that kind of fruit. As soon as you had discovered that, you'd set out on a mission to rectify it right away.

"I don't see what the big fuss is," he commented in the seat next to you. You were cruising down the highway, grateful that he had some days off so soon after your last holo-chat. Perfect timing for the plan you had. "What, are they like some magical food that cures all ailments and reveals the wisdom of the universe?"

He was laughing, while you were taking this mission very seriously.

"They're strawberries," you said, not really helping him understand but not sure how else to put it. "How do you not know what they taste like? Haven't you ever had anything strawberry flavored?"

He gave a playful frown.

"No strawberry ice cream?

He shook his head.

"Strawberry flavored medicine?"

"Medicine is flavored?" Now his frown was real as he mulled that one over.

You huffed in disbelief. "They're a very common fruit on a lot of planets. I don't get how you've never even heard the word before."

"I'm a clone, sweetheart," he laughed again. "My life's been ten years of MREs, veggie caps, and canned beans."

"Veggie caps?" you asked, scrunching your nose.

"Trust me, you don't want to know. Point is, it's not exactly fine dining in the army."

You just shook your head, muttering under your breath, "they're strawberries," one more time before hitting the gas just a little more in anticipation of your destination.

Soon enough, you were pulling into the designated lot. A little market stood off to the left with visitor signs on how to proceed. The rest of the surrounding view was nothing but row upon row of strawberry vines.

Blackout didn't seem to notice the impressive view just yet, too focused on trying to run around to open your door before you could. He was always insisting on helping you get out, even if you were the one that drove.

"Isn't it gorgeous?" you said in awe, still holding onto his hand even after you were out. Blackout turned to face the same direction you were, giving an approving nod.

"Well, where do we start?"

You went through the little market building to collect your baskets and pamphlets with instructions and notes on picking etiquette. The market also had straw hats for sale, which you of course convinced Blackout to buy for the two of you to wear.

From there, you were practically skipping through the rows, hand-in-hand with Blackout as you scoped out which spot you wanted to start your strawberry picking journey. You'd never done this before; it had always been a secret wish of yours to try one day, especially once you'd found yourself a partner to share the moment with. Though your relationship with Blackout was relatively new, you still felt comfortable enough with him to bring him along.

"How about... here?" you finally stopped in the middle of a vine that seemed to have some good, ripe berries. Blackout shrugged, trusting your call.

You leaned over a vine and twisted off a good-sized strawberry, and then ceremoniously presented it to your man.

"Open wide!"

He raised an eyebrow at the sight. "That's it? You can just eat it like that?"

You nodded enthusiastically. He still seemed suspicious.

"You're not messing with me?"

"Why would I do that? Now stop lollygagging and just take a bite!

Blackout shrugged again. "Yes, ma'am."

He took the whole thing into his mouth, right out of your fingers, and you gave a little laughing gasp.

"What?" he said through his munching.

"You're not supposed to eat the stem!"

"I knew you were messing with me..."

"I told you, take a bite," you laughed.

He moved his mouth around a bit, finally getting the leafy green stem between his teeth and then swallowing the rest. You rocked on your feet in anticipation.

"Well?"

He tried shrugging again, but you saw the playful smirk on his face as he spat the stem into the dirt.

"Good, right?" you pressed.

"Yeah..." he relented a little, making you laugh again.

Time passed pleasantly by from there. You both moved along the row, just a few feet apart, inspecting it for any strawberry that looked just-right. You'd pinch it off its vine and plop it into your little baskets, and keep moving along. Occasionally you'd chat about random thoughts that popped into your mind... a memory from your childhood, a new fun fact you'd just read about on the holonet... Blackout would nod or chuckle along appropriately, but otherwise stayed silent. You knew he liked to focus on the task at hand and didn't feel bothered by you supplying most of the conversation. You were just glad he'd agreed to tag along.

After a while, you looked over and noticed the tips of Blackout's fingers were stained red. You giggled. "Looks like you got some blood on your hands, soldier."

Blackout immediately stiffened. He glanced over at you, seemingly perplexed at your joke, before looking down at his hands to see what you'd meant.

"Oh."

It was like a dark shadow had crossed over his face as he clenched and unclenched his hands, and then quickly wiped them against his pants. He finally looked back at you and gave a sort of apologetic smirk before returning back to his basket.

You hadn't realized you'd been holding your breath as you watched him. You knew there were parts of his life he hadn't shared with you yet, and perhaps never would. He'd told you in the beginning, when you'd first started making confessions and commitments, that he was a soldier, not a hero. You thought you'd understood what he meant, but every once in a while he'd give you signs, much like this one, that there was so much more to his story, buried deep within. You wouldn't pry into it, not now. But you hoped someday he might let you have a little peek. Just to see. Just to understand.

"Well, I think I'm about done," you quickly tried to break through the tension you'd unintentionally created. You brought up your basket for him to see just how many strawberries you'd collected by now.

"Wait, how'd you get so many?" he reeled. He held up his basket in comparison, which wasn't even half as full as yours.

"What have you been doing this whole time?" you laughed.

"I was only picking the really good ones!"

He seemed to be back in better spirits so you shook your head in amusement and threw your arms around his neck.

"Well, I'm still proud of you," you teased.

He pretended to be miffed but was already taking off your sunhat and bringing your head to rest against his chest. He rocked back and forth with you playfully. The warm afternoon sun was starting to beat down, a few wisps of wind providing some relief. Combined with the fresh farm smells and the soreness in your hands from a good day's worth of work, you were feeling more and more at peace by the second.

"Blackout..." you hummed, trying to keep your timidness as bay. "This was a nice date, right?"

He pulled your shoulders back so he could get a good look at you.

"Every date is nice with you."

You blushed a bit at that.

"And..." he continued, sighing dramatically, back to teasing already. "Yeah, I guess this date specifically was fun, even though I lost..."

"Lost? It's not a competition." You rolled your eyes and swatted at him.

"Sure, whatever you say."

"Blackout!"

He let you go so he could raise his hands in mock defense. "Leave it to a winner to say winning doesn't matter."

You crossed your arms and just shook your head at him.

"Anyway, we done? Can I go take a nap now?" Blackout tossed you your hat and picked up both baskets eagerly.

"Oh no, mister. This date isn't over yet."

"No?"

"Nope. What do you think I'm going to do with all these strawberries?"

He shrugged. "Heck do I know. Flavor your medicine with them?"

You didn't even react to that joke. You walked up and took the baskets out of his grasp. "Time to teach you how to bake!" you said before turning on your heels and marching confidently back to the market to pay.

Blackout just chuckled to himself, watching as you walked for a bit before finally following. You were driving him crazy, you and all your cuteness. At this rate, he may just end up falling in love. Wouldn't that be a crazy thought?

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afesfefesfa i've not been doing the scrolling i normally would thanks to technology and the dash repeating the some posts on repeat for five minutes making it extraordinarily tedious so I had no idea your requests were open for the cuddle prompts until i scroled your blog, but! may I ask for 30, soft looks whilst cuddling (i have adlibbed the prompt i think?) with my beloved Rex?

Because I can never get enough of him <3

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A/N: Thank you for the request, Kim! I hope I was able to capture the softness you were looking for 💙

Pairing: Rex x Reader (GN, has hair long enough to tangle)

Rating: G (but as always, minors DNI)

Wordcount: 332 (yes, I did that on purpose)

Warnings and tags: fluff, cuddles, forehead kisses

Summary: You and Rex see things differently, so you try a different perspective.

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“I don't see it,” Rex said, his voice rumbling beneath you. He toyed absentmindedly with your hair as you lay perpendicular to him with your head resting on his stomach.

“How can you not see it? It's right there!” you insisted.

“Maybe it's the angle,” he suggested. “Come up here and show me.”

You sat up and stretched luxuriously, enjoying the sunshine. The back of your shirt was damp with dew from the grass as you rose, and it clung to your skin, cooling rapidly in the breeze. After weeks of the monotonous gray durasteel walls of a starship, you’d leapt at the chance to spend some time planetside.

White plastoid littered the ground around you: the top half of Rex’s armor, discarded when you reached the top of the hill where you’d lured him with the promise of a picnic—if a meal of ration bars and stale canteen water counted as a picnic (Rex insisted it did). You crawled closer to him and flopped back down in the grass, this time lying next to him with your head on his shoulder.

“See?” You pointed at the sky. “There's its head, and there's its back legs, tail, and front paws.”

He dropped a light kiss against your temple before replying, “I don't know how you can possibly look at that cloud and see a nexu wearing spectacles, walking on its back legs, while reading a holonovel.”

“Well, what do you see?” you demanded, tilting your head to look up at him.

He watched you, his eyes soft. “Someone with a better imagination than me.”

“That's not true,” you objected.

He smiled and continued as though you hadn't spoken. “Someone with a head full of stories and hair full of grass.” He reached up and plucked a blade of grass from your tangled locks, then wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to himself. “My favorite person in the galaxy.”

Well, you mused. How am I supposed to argue with that?

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thejedifairy · 18 days

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Because I can never get enough of him <3

@eternal-transcience

A/N: Thank you for the request, Kim! I hope I was able to capture the softness you were looking for 💙

Pairing: Rex x Reader (GN, has hair long enough to tangle)

Rating: G (but as always, minors DNI)

Wordcount: 332 (yes, I did that on purpose)

Warnings and tags: fluff, cuddles, forehead kisses

Summary: You and Rex see things differently, so you try a different perspective.

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“I don't see it,” Rex said, his voice rumbling beneath you. He toyed absentmindedly with your hair as you lay perpendicular to him with your head resting on his stomach.

“How can you not see it? It's right there!” you insisted.

“Maybe it's the angle,” he suggested. “Come up here and show me.”

“See?” You pointed at the sky. “There's its head, and there's its back legs, tail, and front paws.”

“Well, what do you see?” you demanded, tilting your head to look up at him.

He watched you, his eyes soft. “Someone with a better imagination than me.”

“That's not true,” you objected.

Well, you mused. How am I supposed to argue with that?

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