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I love this man so much and I'm so excited to learn more about him 🥺

CT-2460 "Corkscrew" Intro & SFW Alphabet

Hey all! It's been a hot minute :) I'm trying to get back into my writing grove to get into my WIP list, but it's been hard. Brain isn't braining but stress is stressing.

So rather than fight the brain fog and get frustrated over lack of writing progress, I'm shifting gears to introduce (finally) my latest OC, Corkscrew.

Called "Cor" by his close brothers, Corkscrew is a pilot in Shadow Squadron. He's an adrenaline junkie, and definitely follows the Anakin Skywalker school of flying. But at the heart of all his daring do's is his love for his brothers and his commitment to keeping them safe.

That's evident by the fact that his recklessness doesn't carry over off the battlefield. In fact, Cor is pretty chill. He's not easily provoked and he's really open minded. He's competitive and playful in a soft way. He'll tease his brothers but he's not a shitstirrer.

And fun fact, he is dyslexic but can visualize a battlefield in 3D, which helps with his flying. Hence why the Kaminoans didn't mind the the "irregularity."

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

On average, I'd say Cor is pretty affectionate, and his main way of showing that is through physical touch. He knows he can lose his brothers (or they can lose him) at any time. So a hand on a shoulder or a nudge isn't out of the ordinary for him.

Every so often, if you catch him in a serious moment where he's deep in thought, he'll verbalize that affection. But that is much less common. Corkscrew knows how to speak louder with his actions.

But receiving? Words of affirmation. Despite speaking louder with his actions, Corkscrew is still unprepared and overwhelmed in the best way when someone shows affection to him verbally or praises him. It's so new and yet it's something he feels to his core (pun intended).

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Corkscrew is your ride or die. Need someone at 3am? No questions? Corkscrew. No platitudes, no nothing. He'll just be there, for you, any time, any place.

He won't give his opinion on things unless you ask OR you're genuinely going to hurt yourself. Otherwise, it's your life, you gotta live it. He just wants to be along for the ride.

A friendship with him is easy to start, as he's pretty affable - chatting at a bar or getting introduced through one of his brothers. And he'd go out of his way to help even a new friend. If Cor sees you as someone genuine, as an equal friend who meets him where he's at as he does you, then he'll feel comfortable deepening the relationship to close friends.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

FUCK YES. So naturally, as he expresses love most easily through physical touch, cuddles are very high on his "yes please I love it" list. He would cuddle his batchmates growing up and once he got comfortable with Shadow Squadron, he grew the habit of resting his head on Matchstick's shoulder and cuddle into his big brother's side or back. It really grounds him in a good way and gives him a sense of peace. (He does it to most of his squad mates but Matchstick is who he is closest to).

He read on a contraband holonovel that nat-born couples cuddle like this to fall asleep every night and that's when that little seed was planted in his heart. He wants that. The idea of feeling someone he loves around him every night? The thought that holding someone and showing his love in such a natural way for him is desired in the wider galaxy (esp when not all his brothers love his cuddles) just floors him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He wants it. He wants it so bad, but he doesn't let himself. First because he knows that, as long as he's in the GAR, it's unlikely to happen so he shouldn't get his hopes up. Second because Cor acknowledges that what he wants is that unique special connection most of all and he tries so hard to redirect that to his brothers. It doesn't always work, but it's enough.

As for actual domestic work, Cor keeps things pretty clean, but a messy partner would through him for a loop. I can see him getting overwhelmed because "I didn't make this mess, where does any of this go!?"

He cannot cook to save his life besides making a sandwich. Please get that man away from your oven.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Mostly by not starting it. He's really aware of how much it could hurt if it all goes wrong, and the risk to his brothers pushes him into the "not now" category.

But if he did start a secret fling and had to end it, he would be up front and honest in person. No lies about how he doesn't care. He knows it'll hurt and those lies protect no one. So blunt honestly about how much he loves you, and how angry he is that this is reality. But he will not keep hurting you or himself.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

In an AU where the war ends and clones get rights, then he really lets himself think it through for the first time. He'll be fine with the commitment aspect, but he would also wait a while before popping the question. He's patient and will want to be absolutely sure before committing.

But following canon, he's really not likely to propose. He'll be hesitant to enter a relationship knowing he can't really commit as his first obligation is to the GAR and his brothers. And while the right person could convince him to date in secret, he would never ask for their commitment to him when he can't return the same.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

To himself? Cor is a bit rough. He knows what he can handle and tolerate and will often push that limit for what he considers the greater good. That's physically, emotionally and mentally. Like the time he jumped from a fighter in order to kick some spider droids off Broadside's wing mid battle and ended up with a torn ligament that needed a soak in bacta. Or the time when he immediately reported for duty despite working overnight to help another squad without telling anyone. Or when, after the Battle of Kamino, he took a rotation giving some of the more battle-worn bothers a compassionate ear, despite being pretty beaten down himself.

But when it comes to others, Cor is the most gentle. He is aware of the double standard but doesn't care. It's because he's reckless and harsh with himself that he is hyper aware of being gentle, kind, and welcoming to others. He keeps his harshest comments to himself (unless they need to be said for help or defense) and is always mindful and aware of himself physically to avoid being rough with others.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

For his brothers and friends, hugs can range from side hugs in greeting, to barely there embraces in passing - a brief "hey, still here; still love you" - to full on cuddles. Cor will hug often but usually not for super long.

It really is his way of saying "I love you." And because actually saying that on Kamino would have been .... not ideal, he's conditioned himself to just do it naturally.

With a partner, though, things would go to the next level. Are you home? With no plans? Perfect, you're in Corkscrew's lap. Or buried into his side on the couch. Or curled on top of him in bed. And, if he's really comfortable with you, you'll be big spooning him. (OMG being little spoon is SUCH a revelation to him). Like, unless there is a reason not to be hugging, ya'll are hugging.

His hugs are warm and restorative. Not possessive, per se, but they make you feel like you're right where you belong.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Very rarely. Almost never to his brothers since to him, I love you sounds like goodbye. It's what brothers say when they fall.

He'll feel love long before he verbalizes it. He's only ever said it to a few of his closest vod. To his partner? He'll say it after they do, but even then, it'll be a big moment. Like, an anniversary or something important like that. After that, it'll still be used sparingly so the right partner needs to be aware that he may not say it in words, but he says it in so many other ways.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Yes he does get jealous. He never thought of himself as a particularly jealous person, but trainers or older vod he really admired giving more attention to others always kinda rubbed him wrong. But the first time he meets someone he connects with romantically???? MASSIVE JEALOUSY.

But Cor is coolheaded and will think things through. He's patient. He's not one to fly off the handle or start a fight. He'll watch to see how his partner reacts to the person. He'll still step in after a while (admittedly a short while) because he really doesn't like not being the center of your attention. But he'll only address his partner directly and never be outright rude or aggressive about it unless the other person escalates things. (Though he may be cocky and snarky by actively not addressing the other person at all. Like it's obvious they're being annoyed. It's almost like he'd be ok with it turning into a fight, even if that's not his intention.) It's less about the other person and more about the fact that he wants to be as central to your world as you are to his.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He doesn't really do platonic kisses, so that's out entirely.

For a partner, he goes with what he knows which at first is just on the lips. And he likes it. He really likes it. The intimacy of the act just does it for him. And if his partner lets out little hums and moans? He's in heaven. He loves the actual sensation of lips pressed to his and just the thought of knowing what you taste like. It's not until a partner kisses him first on his neck that he realizes how fun kisses can be elsewhere.

But to keep it PG, he'll usually default to a kiss on the lips for his partner any time he greets them or says goodbye. Every so often, he'll steal a kiss on your cheek in the middle of the day or in passing. And of course, he'll pepper small kisses on any skin he can reach when you're cuddling. If he's really in his feels about you, he'll pick up your hand and give that a kiss.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He's pretty good with kids. He never really spent much time with the cadets on Kamino after he was one, but his even temper and gentleness - and his cool kickass stories - make him very popular with kids. There are a few awkward moments the first time he really spends time with a little one, but he recovers quickly.

From the little experience he has, he does think about fatherhood in a positive light. It's not an end goal for him, but the idea of starting a family and raising a child with someone, having that bright energy in his life, is something that makes him warm and fuzzy.

What he can't handle is the chaos of a group of undisciplined children. He saw a bunch just being absolute menaces to their chaperones around Monument Plaza once and it was enough to make him question everything. His upbringing on Kamino may have been overly restrictive by nat-born standards, but he knows there is a happy medium that doesn't involve succumbing to the little terror's demands and screeches.

That's when he decides if he ever did marry and have a family, that the number of potential children gets capped at 2. No way will he willingly be outnumbered by his own creations.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Corkscrew is the kind of morning person who is so annoying. Not because he's chipper, but because it's like the morning doesn't phase him. There's no blinking sleep out of his eyes and slowly coming into consciousness for him. Nope, Cor is fully awake the moment his eyes open and he just goes about his day. Doesn't even need caf.

Mornings in the GAR will depend where his squad is at any time. But in an AU, he takes the slow quiet of the morning to get some personal tasks done before truly starting his day. A light breakfast (cereal because he knows his limits in the kitchen) and then he's getting through his core list to some music.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

In the GAR and on his own, Cor likes to use nights to decompress and be alone with his thoughts. He genuinely needs to wind down at the end of the day to be able to fall asleep. And growing up as he did, he appreciates a small bit of solitude to just focus on himself. It's the main time he can examine his own wants and needs without distraction.

But that doesn't mean he's a stick in the mud. He'll always be up for a night out at 79s or slightly illegal speeder racing (he just knows he'll likely be exhausted the next day) or even just hanging out with his brothers when the opportunity presents itself.

With a partner, it would pretty much be the same. Though if his partner were an introvert, then say goodbye lol. He'd go out with bros like once a month if that. If his partner wants to cuddle on the couch again, then he is 100% on board.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Cor is both open and closed off. Lemme explain.

There is virtually no difference in the way he'll treat close friends and new friends. He is open with his time, support, and energy right from the get go. And he'll reveal a lot about himself in this time - his preferences, his humor, his competitive side (which do not engage, he WILL win any challenge or die trying) all come through easily and naturally.

But there are two things about Corkscrew that only his closest loved ones know and he never even really opened up about them. More like these loved ones were close enough that Corkscrew didn't feel the need to push them down when they came up naturally. And they are...

How angry he can get when he feels like he's failed someone or someone he loves is going through something and he feels useless. All his gentleness and patience is gone. You're now looking at a born and bred soldier who only has one target.

Just how much he really does yearn for a normal, nat-born life.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It takes A LOT to get this guy really fired up. Easiest is to threaten someone he cares about, insult his brothers, or question his commitment to the GAR and the Republic.

Even then, he won't lose control. He's three steps ahead and has thought through the most likely fight progressions and outcomes. His training kicks into high gear and he keeps an even head throughout.

He's also not very stubborn or hard headed, which makes it much easier for him to remain calm in new situations or when challenged by new information.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He'll remember the important things. Like, he is not going to off the top of his head remember everything you say in passing. But he'll write down when you mention what your favorite flower is and he'll take note if you tend to order the same thing at restaurants. He'll watch how you take care of yourself so he'll know how to do it when you can't. And he'll study that list of important things until they are second nature to him.

But like, you'll have to remind him of important events coming up in your life that wouldn't be on his radar usually and you'll have to remind him a few times (he's really not used to how nat-borns have to manage their own lives rather than having everything sorted by the GAR).

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Corkscrew is not in a relationship and has never been, so he has no favorite moment as of yet. But he is really just looking forward to connecting with someone in that true and deep way, so any moment when he feels that would qualify.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Oh so very protective but not in a prohibitive way. The man is an adrenaline junkie. He understands recklessness. But he's also reasonable and responsible and will channel any reckless urges partners and brothers have into safe versions.

Basically, Cor will let his loved ones spread their wings wide however they want ... he'll just be their shadow making sure they stay safe.

Sometimes he's too hands off or not concerned enough - because he's confident that he can protect everyone himself. If anything goes wrong in those cases, he really beats himself up for it afterward.

As for him being protected, he doesn't like it. It makes him feel uncomfortable. Not because it means he's weak. But because he views his entire purpose as being a protector, so the idea that someone else would do the same for him doesn't sit right as it takes away his purpose. Obviously his brothers watch his back in battle all the time, but that's a little different. If any of them took a hit for him, he'd not handle it well.

Similar for a partner. He's the protector. You're the protected. End of story. It is really the only position he will not budge on. There is no situation where he will be ok with you taking on risk to prevent the same of him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Man tries SO HARD. Gives his all to everything all the time. How he has energy for it no one knows. It's a mystery and he just laughs at it.

He'll pick up extra duties on board if there's no action just to help out, and does his part at home, too.

(His closest brothers have ways to trick him into stopping for food or sleep because just telling him doesn't work unless you have the authority to stop him yourself. These tricks are because he has hurt himself before by pushing himself too far.)

And he's helped enough brothers plan special if not surreptitious dates for bothers before. So when it comes to planning dates with you, he's very proactive and on top of it. He'll try really hard with gifts but he's just not great at them to start with. He's insecure about his tastes and what you like and will second-guess his understanding of what you like. Give him a list or general ideas though and he's off to the races.

No matter what he gets you or what he plans for big days, he'll always put you at the center of it and make sure that you'll appreciate what he is bringing to the table,

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Corkscrew's altruism gets to unhealthy places if no one checks him and that leads to dangerous behavior. He also has the habit of pushing down his own wants and needs, but that's overflowed into pushing down any negative reaction or emotion if he feels overwhelmed. That means it's really hard for Cor to recognize he's reaching a breaking point either mentally or physically.

He also doesn't realize, but by deprioritizing himself and acting on his own when he thinks its best, he is pushing away and hurting those who love him.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

More than average level of vanity but not concieted. When all you see is the same face every day, you come to understand that dang, that is a handsome face. He takes good care of his hair (which is slightly longer than regulations but not enough to garner attention) and does enjoy the physical results of his conditioning and exercise.

Corkscrew is hot and he knows it and that's about as self-indulgent as he gets.

He got dared by his squad mates to cut a bit of his eyebrow off once (because they were aware he liked to be a "pretty boy"). But jokes on them, he liked the edginess it gave him and now it's a permanent feature.

He was legitimately concerned about the large scar that bisects his right thigh (transparisteel from his fighter shattered mid-battle and cut deep. He crashed into the docking bay of the Venator before passing out). It wasn't just that it was rough looking, but it was in a spot that only medics and bed partners would see, and the latter wouldn't think about scars the same way some brothers do, as badges of honor. He is still very self-conscious about it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He already doesn't. Cor really feels like something is missing. But his identity is so bound to the GAR that he convinces himself that the feeling is just longing and not a void in his very soul.

Once he finds a partner that he loves, Corkscrew would prefer spending every night together. He understands that may not always be possible, but damn he's gone so long without you that he can't go back to feeling incomplete.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Man is competitive as SHIT. Like, you wanna see him lose control without putting yourself in danger? Challenge him to anything. Literally anything. And like the small child he really is at heart, he can't let it go. But be warned, he's really adept at finding ways to win. And he'll keep rechallenging you until he's got you beat.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Selfishness and inconsideration. Being mindful is so part of who he is that someone who objectively doesn't operate at least a little in the same way would be incompatible. He'd grow resentful of them.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He has a pretty regular sleep pattern when on leave and non-active engagement, as is standard for the GAR. But he doesn't need to be. Corkscrew can nap for 30 minutes and be good to go. It's not fair and other brothers hate him for it (affectionately).

He does snore a bit, but lightly and he doesn't tend to move too much. Maybe that's why it's so restful?

He also likes both a shirt and sleep pants for bed. Much more than just boxers or even just pants.

That's all for Corkscrew for now. Keep an eye out for his NSFW Alphabet and maybe a ficlet or two in the near future!

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Lessons in Anatomy and Affection (Hunter x reader)

Summary: You decide to put Hunter's anatomy knowledge to the test.

Warnings: 18+ minors begone, here be smut; f!reader, unprotected PiV, creampie, switch!Hunter and switch!reader, teasing, lots of teasing

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Hi guys! I'm alive! I meant to post this months ago, but I've been busy, so with the new TBB season finally airing, I figured this would work now. Enjoy, ya heathens. (If you've sent me an ask, I've seen it! My inspiration has been very low lately, but it's on my radar <3). Originally a gift for @vimse

Hunter exhales a shuddering breath as you blow a stream of cold air over the stripe you’d just licked up his neck. His hands rest lightly on your waist, his touch warm and comforting, and you delight in the way that his fingers dig into your side just the slightest. Throat bobbing with an audible gulp, Hunter turns his head to find your gaze. His eyes are half-lidded and blown with lust already, and they gleam in the soft, warm glow of the fairy lights of your bedroom. His dark curls splay around his head in a halo.

“Cyare,” he rumbles.

You shush him gently, pressing your lips to his. Under your wandering hands, the expanses of his bare, toned body flex and ripple, goosebumps trailing in your wake. Mouths moving together at a slow, unhurried pace, you can’t help the soft moan that escapes you when you curl your hand around his stiff length.

“Kriff,” he breathes. “N-Need to touch you, cyare, please.”

“I know, Hunter,” you murmur. Trailing kisses down the opposite side of his neck, you lavish extra attention to the sensitive spots you know drive him crazy. When you’re rewarded with a shaky sigh, his head tilting away from you to grant you better access, you smile against his skin. “But you have to wait. Think you can do that for me?”

After a moment, his hands fall away from your sides. Pulling back, you study his features. His teeth worry his bottom lip, but his eyes find yours again, steady and dark and desperate. In the twinkling fairy lights, Hunter’s skull tattoo shifts and dances; though you know its base function is camouflage, to you, it’s always been beautiful.

Glancing down the rest of his body as he’s stretched out on your bed, your mouth waters. The tattoo drips down the entire left side of his body, every bone etched into his skin with precise and accurate detail, from the large, sturdy femur to the smallest, most fragile phalange. He’s always been beautiful to you. And when he’s like this, relaxed and pliant, his beauty is nearly radiant. Anticipation curls in your lower belly and nestles deep, tightening your core with desire. You remove your hand from his cock before you lose track of the game you want to play.

“I need to hear you say it, love,” you whisper, cupping his face.

“Please,” he says. “Whatever you want. Just so long as I get to touch you at the end of it.”

“Always.” Pressing a sweet kiss to his chin, you shift so you can kiss down his body easily. “Ready for the rules?”

Hunter nods.

“Good. I’m going to touch parts of your tattoo—” You ghost your fingertips over the inked-in fifth rib as if to prove your words “—and you’re going to name the correct bone. Get them all right, and you get your reward.”

His nipples stiffen from your touch and the sultry promise of your words. “And if- if I miss any?”

Tweaking one of his nipples, you hum while you think. “Miss one, and you can only hold my breasts. Miss two, just my hips. Miss three or more, and you don’t get to touch at all while I take my pleasure from you. Understood?”

“Y-Yes,” he gasps out. His hips stutter up in anticipation.

Sitting up, legs tucked under you, you let your gaze wander Hunter’s form once again. Sweat has already begun to collect in the dips and valleys of his muscles. At his sides, his fingers twist into the soft cotton sheets in anticipation of the sweet torture you’re about to enact. His chest rises and falls with deep, labored breaths; at the apex of his thighs, his cock bobs gently with each beat of his heart.

When he begins to fidget, you take mercy on him.

“What’s this one?” you murmur, trailing your touch along the gentle curve of one of the tattooed ribs.

“Third rib,” he answers immediately.

“Very good.” Featherlight, you glide your fingers across his heated skin. “And this?”

“Sternum.” His voice is only the slightest bit shaky.

You move up to his throat and lightly tap the bisected cervical vertebrae that covers the central bump of his throat. “This?”

He swallows, his throat bobbing under your touch. “C5.”

Delight skitters over your skin at the way that his voice has already begun to drip with raspiness. Catching your lip between your teeth, you take a steadying breath, trying to ignore the way your pussy flutters with need.

When you’re ready, you move on again. You sweep your thumb in a soothing semicircle over the swell of Hunter’s shoulder, and wait for him to answer.

“Th-That’s the scapula,” he says, a waver in his voice. “The front edge of it.”

Warmth rushes through you, a heady mix of pride and lust. “Very good, Hunter.”

Tired of simply touching him with your fingers, you shift down on the bed to press a kiss to one of his arm bones, lips warm and soft against his skin.

His breath hitches. “Radius.”

Another kiss to the other bone earns you a sigh of, “Ulna.”

A pleased hum vibrates through you. Bypassing his hand, you shimmy lower still on the bed to place a kiss to his kneecap.

“P-Patella,” he rasps, voice catching.

Gazing up at him for a moment, your mouth waters at the way that he’s not even looking at you. His neck is strained and his eyes are squeezed shut. Closer at hand, precum beads at the tip of his cock, practically begging to be licked. Tempting though the idea is, you force yourself lower yet again.

You target one of the tiny bones of his foot, and flick your tongue against it. A groan punches out of Hunter’s chest as his fists tighten in the bedsheets. Mouth working, no words sound from him.

You lick the tattoo again. “What’s this one called, love?”

“I- I don’t know,” he admits.

“That’s too bad,” you say, words full of syrupy regret. “One missed. What does that mean again?”

A strangled sound claws from Hunter’s throat. “It— It means I can only touch your breasts.”

“Good boy,” you murmur. Pressing a fresh kiss to his foot, you smirk against his skin. “Now, tell me this one.”

Chest heaving, Hunter squirms. It takes him a long, tense moment, but finally he gasps out, “Second metatarsal!”

“Atta boy.”

Crawling up his body, you intentionally let your hand brush his cock.

“Fuck!” he swears, voice cracking. “Please, cyare, please.”

“Please, what?” you say. Tilting his face to you, you search his expression for any hints of distress. All you find is desperation and need.

“Please, just...” He swallows thickly. “Need you.”

“Just a few more, love,” you promise, “then I’ll give you what we both want.” Skimming your knuckles over the blank space of his cheekbone, you raise your eyebrows expectantly. “Tell me this one, Hunter.”

“Skull,” he says, but his voice is hesitant, guarded. “Zygomatic.”

You kiss his opposite cheek, humming your approval, then reach for his inked hand. He releases the sheets to let you lick a thin stripe up his entire pointer finger. “In order.”

His hand squeezes yours. “Distal, middle, proximal phalanges.” A shuddering breath leaves him. “Then the metacarpal.”

He’s done so well for you; you just need one more answer from him. Your own arousal is getting more and more difficult to ignore as slick makes your thighs slippery. Nudging his wrist with your nose, you make sure your breath fans over his skin, warm and comforting.

“Trapezoid,” he breathes out.

“Oh, Hunter,” you coo, brow furrowing in mock pity. “I’m so sorry, that’s not the right one.”

“W-What?” His head shoots up, a frantic look in his eyes. “Yes—it is, look it’s—”

He points to the one you just nosed over, frown overtaking his features. You let him process the information for as long as he needs—which is a few long moments, given the way his irises are nearly black and his skin has retained its goosebumps for several minutes now. When you see the realization dawn on his face like the sun, you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“S’okay, love,” you mumble against his mouth. “That’s the trapezium, but you were so close. And you can still hold my hips while I ride you.”

A broken groan slips from Hunter, but his hands immediately fly to grasp at you. Swinging your leg over his waist to straddle him, you catch his gaze and hold it as you line his cock up with your dripping entrance and—

Matching moans echo throughout your room as you take him inside you. Dropping your forehead to his, you lower yourself inch by inch onto his cock, until your pelvis rests flush with his hips. No matter how many times you take him, it’s still a stretch, his cock filling you in ways that make you feel complete. Whole.

“Thank you,” he sighs, eyes locked onto yours. His nails are blunt but no less painful where they bite crescents into your skin. “Stars, you always feel so good. So warm, so tight.”

Bracing yourself with your elbows to either side of his head, you roll your hips instead of answering him. Hooking your feet over his powerful thighs, you set a lazy pace, driven only by the intense, burning need to make him finish with you. His hands never stray from your hips—always a dutiful partner, always willing to listen and follow orders to their conclusion—but even so, his touch burns into you, scorching your very soul.

You turn your head to rest it on his shoulder, working your hips a little faster. “I love you.”

“Stars, I love you too,” he murmurs. His fingers squeeze your sides. “Love this pussy, too.”

Chuckling, you flex your core just to hear him grunt. “That all?”

“‘Course not,” he says. He’s close; you can tell just by how clipped his words are, how strained his voice is. “Love your ass. And your thighs, your tummy, your hands—f-fuck—your eyes.”

His words drive your hips faster, making you chase a release that suddenly rears its head. Pleasure thrumming under your skin and sliding through your veins, you moan at his praise. You bite into his shoulder, whining.

“Love how you take care of me,” he continues, voice softening. “Love the way you care about us. I just love you, cyare.”

“Maker,” you gasp out. “Hunter, I- I’m—”

“I know, mesh’la,” he murmurs.

His grip turns almost painful as he takes control, dragging your body back and forth over his. Toes curling, your moans muffled against his skin, you delight in the way that he knows exactly how to move you, to make you see stars.

Somewhere in the symphony you two compose together, of moans and sighs, whimpers and groans, you find the edge of shattered bliss. Hunter can feel it, and he presses his hips up into yours just enough to shove you right over the cliff. Body locking up, you cry out for him, walls fluttering as he fucks you through your orgasm. Pleasure burns through every nerve ending; your ears ring, vision black at the edges for a moment, as you let Hunter give you what you both needed. Through the haze, you’re dimly aware of the way his hips falter as he cums, too. Warmth spilling within you, Hunter pants against your skin, nails digging into your flesh.

When you both come down, you raise your head to meet his gaze. His eyes crinkle in a soft smile.

“Hi,” he murmurs.

“Hey,” you mumble. Sleep already begins to curl around your senses. “Thank you.”

He releases your hip to cup your face. “What for?”

“I dunno.” Biting your lip, you offer a smile. “Just being you.”

Hunter brings you down to kiss you, a sigh of, “Always,” fanning your lips.

Because Hunter is your always, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Tears of a Loth Wolf

Etsy | InPrnt

#bro??? this is stunning?????#dhshdksjfkajff #husband #commander Wolffe #the clone wars #star wars #fanart #instant fav

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with the bad batch airing its final season this year, i thought it would be a good time to get the clone fandom going again!

my hope is that we can generate some really lovely art, fics, moodboards, and generally positive content amongst us.

do you have an oc you ship with your favorite clone? do you enjoy reading or writing clone x reader fics? do you want to see content for characters you might not often think of or wish there was more discussion about? this is where i hope we can see some of those things happen!

this is an event in the same vein as @clonexreaderbingo , but run by a completely separate account/person.

event run time:

march 1st - november 10th

links:

faqs

rules

resources

masterlist (will be posted @ end of event)

original pride clone helmet art by silverxsakura

#maybe this will help me get back into the groove #excited!!#clone bingo

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✨Contributor Applications are OPEN!!!✨

We are thrilled to announce that contributor applications for "Starlight: A High Republic Phase 1 Zine" are OPEN!!! From the Core to the Frontier, from No-Space to Starlight Beacon, this zine will include all manner of characters, settings, and events introduced in the first phase of The High Republic saga.

We are looking for the following creators to join our zine: 🌌 Page Artists 🌌 Comic Artists 🌌 Writers 🌌 Merch Artists

Click on the above links to open the application forms Please read our FAQs before applying

Applications will close Sunday, March 10th at 11:59pm PST

We can't wait to view your application!!

#oooooh this looks exciting #might apply #fanzine #zine #the high republic #star wars #star wars the high republic #star wars zine

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Coruscant | Jedi Survivor [footage via ODINSFALL]

#turbo dogs #jedi survivor #cal kestis #bode akuna

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kicking my feet and giggling!!!!

Love Letter from Canopy

To the most wonderful person in the galaxy,

Today marks a special time for most couples. And I would very much like to participate in this with you! So along woth this letter, as I'm sure you're already aware, is a lovely boquet!

Each and every flora in that assortment has a meaning and were chosen for that meaning.

Blue Hydrangea

White Rose

Pink Camellia

Lily

I hope that this evening can be filled with the sweetest of moments that we will be able to treasure for the rest of our lives.

I love you, Mesh'la

Forever yours,

Canopy

Blue Hydrangea means Grattitude

White Rose means Love

Pink Camellia means Longing

Lily means Devotion

Heart divider by Saradika and can be found here

Reblog divider by dystopicjumpsuit 😘💜

Love Letter Masterlist (WIP)

Taglist: @sev-on-kamino @starrylothcat @sinfulsalutations @idontgetanysleep @sunshinesdaydream @clonemedickix @anxiouspineapple99 @deejadabbles @dystopicjumpsuit @multi-fan-dom-madness @523rdrebel @wizardofrozz

#star wars oc #clone trooper oc #oc: canopy #friends blorbos are best blorbos

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Things I Will Always Cherish About “Night at the Museum”

THIS IS A LONG POST! SORRY! TL;DR AT END!

Larry and his ex-wife, Erica, are depicted as maintaining a healthy relationship; they actually seem to care about each other and don’t use their young son as a pawn to be spiteful to each other

Erica’s new fiancé is also depicted as a decent guy who cares about Nicky. He doesn’t try to one up Larry, or be malicious. He’s actually really nice to Larry when they interact.

Erica doesn’t “threaten” to take away Nicky because Larry’s unstable; she genuinely wants Larry to be able to get settled in a routine, so that he can be the best father to their son.

Larry doesn’t write off Erica’s concerns (voiced through Nicky) as her being spiteful. He goes to an employment office the same day. This shows that he actually values his son’s view of him, and doesn’t want Nicky to see him as a deadbeat dad.

Dick Van Dyke. ‘Nuff said.

The movie is real about people losing jobs, and doesn’t make them out to be a failure.

Gus is a freakin’ gem.

“Where is he? I’ll beat him with my fist?”

“He looks like a weirdy.”

“Now, listen, Lunch Box. Don’t try anything funny. I once went nine rounds with John L. Sullivan.”

“Do you want the job or not, Snack Shack?”

“I ought to punch you in the nose, hopscotch.”

“Young buck, crackin’ wise.”

Cecil dressing up in that mask and feathered headdress just to scare the *&@% out of Larry, and then immediately switching to a serious tone and telling Larry, “Seriously, though, no fooling around in here.”

Erica is genuinely happy that Larry got a job at the Museum. She sounds so genuinely proud.

Cecil hands over his “torch” that he immediately after refers to as a “flashlight.” He’s just punning away because he’s “passing the torch.”

Larry does what we all would do and plays with the P. A. system.

Also pretty sure that Ben Stiller just forgot the words to “Eye of the Tiger.”

Larry somehow misses for a hot ten seconds that the giant T-rex skeleton is missing, and then immediately jumps to the conclusion that verified old man Cecil somehow had something to do with it.

Rexy is just a prehistoric good boy who wants to play fetch.

Larry says “No way” in response to a bunch of screeching birds as though he hasn’t just played fetch with a tyrannosaurus rex skeleton.

Attila (leader of the Huns, a people group from Central Asia) is played by Patrick Gallagher, an actor of Chinese (or Central Asian) descent.

The elevator music is “Mandy.”

Sacagawea is played by Mizuo Peck, who is of Cherokee descent.

When the Civil War mannequins get shot, stuffing falls out of the holes.

Columbus calls Larry a “turista”

“Oh thit.”

Legit references to “Gulliver’s Travels”

“We may be small, but our hearts are large…metaphorically speaking.”

ROBIN *&%@^&% WILLIAMS (R.I.P. angel)

Somehow no one seems to realize that Ahkmenrah’s cries are ones of terror and anguish, and yet he emerges still kind and gracious.

Also he stops screaming to let Teddy exposit; so kind

“Put me down! I don’t like to be manhandled!”

“Jedidiah’s impotent rage.”

Rebecca is so obsessed with Sacagawea, and history in general. She also doesn’t spend more than a second on Larry’s home life, recognizing immediately that it makes him a bit uncomfortable. She doesn’t write him off as weird; instead she actually tries to help him understand the history of all the exhibits.

Larry goes “Dad” on all the exhibits, especially Octavius and Jed.

JEDTAVIUS

“I ain’t quittin’ you.”

When my mom tried to argue that there is NO gay subtext between Jed and Octavius, I reminded her that they reference BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN, the gayest mainstream movie to ever gay.

SACAGAWEA x TEDDY ROOSEVELT: OTP FOR LIFE

“A handsome woman, I suppose.”

“I’m not even brave enough to tell that beautiful woman I love her.”

Teddy throws himself in front of a stagecoach to save her.

“You’re worth saving my dear.”

Teddy imitates the clicking language for Sacagawea.

“Good Lord, Lawrence, why are you slapping a monkey?”

We see a bit of doubt in Nicky’s eyes, but ultimately, his trust remains in his father.

Larry’s first instinct is to protect his son at any cost.

Ahkmenrah speaks Egyptian and I am in LOVE, even before the wrappings come off.

Nobody expects Ahkmenrah to be some undead hottie. Especially Larry.

There’s a literal screen grab where you can see Larry’s brain screaming: https://youtu.be/5Ba9_jaN7EA?t=6s

Pharaoh Ahkmenrah (aka my long-dead Egyptian character crush) is played by the beautiful and talented Rami Malek (aka my not dead EGYPTIAN celebrity crush)

Ahkmenrah never thinks to show Larry anything but respect.

The movie takes the time to explain why Ahkmenrah a) speaks English and b) does it in a British accent without it seeming forced or implausible.

Um, Rami Malek in that outfit was my actual sexual awakening as a child. No man has ever measured up.

Larry forgives Attila for wanting to rip him up because he realizes someone must have hurt Attila for the Hun to have so much hate.

Larry does not judge Attila for crying, and welcomes him into his arms, singing the lullaby Attila’s father should have.

The Easter Island head calls Larry “My dum-dum.”

The little smile on Ahkmenrah’s face when Larry convinces all the exhibits to work together to retrieve the tablet; it’s a face that says, “Larry, Guardian of Brooklyn, you would have made a fine pharaoh.” There’s a similar one on Teddy’s face too.

The way Ahkmenrah’s robes billow as he runs so athletically…*shakes head*…Sorry. I got caught up.

Cecil steals a freakin’ stagecoach. What the heck!

“Ooh. That’s problematic,” is this movie’s “Oh, I’ve been impaled.”

Ahkmenrah and Nicky ride on Rexy’s back and it’s the most glorious thing I’ve ever seen.

Again, Ahkmenrah speaks Egyptian and I think my ovaries just exploded.

Ahkmenrah’s lip bite and little grin when the tablet sends the exhibits back.

Larry makes sure to call Rebecca because he needs her to know that he wasn’t making fun of her, and knows how important history is to her. In fact, I’d wager he thinks her love of it is pretty freakin’ cool.

Rebecca legitimately fangirls over Sacagawea.

Larry is genuinely sad for and proud of Jed and Octy.

That strut the two of them have when they return to the museum mostly unscathed.

Larry gets to keep his job because of the influx of museum patrons, and I’m in love with the number of people so thirsty for knowledge.

THE PARTY AT THE END

If you watch, the mammoth dances by shaking its tushy.

A soccer game?

The Neanderthal eating fire extinguisher foam like it’s whipped cream from a can.

Ahkmenrah’s sick dance moves.

THE SNAPPER LIGHT AT THE END!

TL;DR: Night at the Museum doesn’t whitewash, deals with real and serious problems in a way that is positive, and is just generally hilarious.

#fine fine I'll rewatch this #night at the museum

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