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her-satanic-wiles · 6 months

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October 25th

Pregnancy, Papa Emeritus I x Reader

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Words: 2.7k.

Warnings: Pregnancy; pregnancy sex; (consensual) groping; cunnilingus (I absolutely did not steal this scene from a previous Primo fic I wrote and change it up slightly, I don’t know what you’re insinuating but it is unappreciated and how very dare you); praise kink (y’all should know me by now); body worship; mild breeding kink; multiple orgasms;

Taglist: @sodoswitchimage @enchantedbunny @bitchywitchygardener @thew0man @sodomiser @the-did-i-ask @copias-sewer-rat @gehrmansbignaturals @deetz-ghuleh @onlyhereforghost @zombiesnips-blog

🔞 MDNI 🔞

If Primo had his way, he would have you bed-ridden and away from the prying eyes of the rest of the Ministry. He wasn’t ever a possessive man, nor was he territorial, yet all that changed when you fell pregnant with his child. He hated members of the Clergy even so much as breathing in your direction, let alone looking at you or, Satan forbid, trying to hold a conversation with you. When other people made a reach for your pregnancy bump, he found himself slapping their hands away with his cane. That you were grateful for.

Apparently all personal space went out the window when you became pregnant, your baby bump was free real estate for strangers to touch without permission apparently. But you were always the bad guy when you told them to back off. You loved that Primo listened when you complained about it, and you were incredibly grateful that he was willing to take on the persona of the gumpy old man if it meant you could get some space.

However, behind closed doors, Primo was almost as bad as the rest of the world when it came to your personal space. He fussed, he worried, but he also groped. He simply could not keep his hands off you. Some of it was innocent, especially when he would come up behind you and gently lift your bump, giving you some respite from the heavy burden you had been carrying for so long. But most of the time his hands were just downright naughty with the places he gripped onto.

Your breasts were a particular favourite of his hands. Your pregnancy had made you grow everywhere, tits and ass included, and he was certainly a huge fan of this. The way you were now multiple cup sizes bigger, heavy with milk for your unborn baby - all maternal and ready to sustain the life you were creating. Not to mention the way you jiggled when you moved, the way your ass wobbled as you wandered around your chambers. He couldn’t help himself most of the time, he just had to have his hands on you.

The particular maternity dress you wore today was really pretty, and comfortable for you especially in the coolness of the Italian autumn. But it was particularly triggering for you partner given it showcased your breasts in the most perfect of ways, and fell over your hips giving you a tempting shape that he simply could not resist. All you were doing was standing there pouring yourself a glass of water. But that was a crime in Primo’s eyes that couldn’t go unpunished.

You felt his wandering hands over your hips, gloved digits stroking the clothed flesh and meandering upwards to cup your heavy breasts. His lips, hidden beneath his thin paint, caressed the back of your neck, tickling your sweet and sensitive spot. You giggled at the sensation, but couldn’t deny the instant arousal that flooded your cunt the second you felt his hands on your body. His arousal evident by the hardness pressed against your lower back, and transferring into you.

“What’s got into you?” You asked, turning your head to look at your partner over your shoulder.

“You look positively delectable, fiorellina.” He complimented, his voice muffled by your skin.

“You do realise we have meetings and many other things to do today, right?”

“Frankly, my dear,” he swivelled your hips and turned you around so he could see your face, “Non mi importa. Not when I want to ravish the mother of my child as she deserves, no?”

His lips met yours and grew more passionate the longer he was attached to you; his hands became more and more impatient with the clothes that were separating your body from his. Your own hands moved to grip his robes, pulling them upwards to have access to his hard cock. Primo hated wearing undergarments with his robes - they were long enough to cover everything so why would he bother with them? Though, with your pregnant belly, it was particularly difficult for you to play with him in the way you usually would - or even wanted to. “Papa.” You complained through kisses. “I can’t touch you.”

“To the bedroom, fiorellina. Let me touch you instead, sì?”

You nodded and wandered off to the bedroom, removing your panties when you got there and sitting on the bed to help you kick them off completely. When he walked into the bedroom, he helped you out of your dress, gently pulling the fabric off of you and kissing the exposed flesh. He always wanted to make sure you knew how he loved and appreciated you, even if he was rougher with you than he ought to be. Undressing you and giving you tender kisses was his way of doing that. Your bra was the next to go, and Primo groaned at the sight of your nipples, enlarged and erect, just begging to be played with and sucked on. He gave you one final kiss before sitting you back onto the bed.

“Lay back.” Primo ordered you, removing his mitre and placing it on the dresser where it usually sat. You did as he asked, lying back and watching him disrobe - naked in an instant. That thought always made you laugh.

He situated himself between your legs, staring at your glistening folds and taking in the glorious sight of them, wet and ready for him. Your swollen clit, red and aching, screaming at him to wrap his lips around them and provide you with the most pleasure. You were always ready for him at a moment’s notice before the pregnancy, but the hormones had made you ravenous and insatiable. Not that Primo was complaining, of course. You made him feel young again with the amount of times you wanted to mount him and take what you needed from him. He was always more than happy to oblige, enjoying his pregnant wife bouncing on his cock first thing in the morning.

He first placed kisses to your calves - gentle, soft pecks that were barely there, but sporadically timed so you didn’t know when they’d land. His fingertips delicately caressed any exposed flesh he could reach, adding another layer of sensation to the already soft touches. Though, you knew your thighs would be painted black and white from his paints transferring.

“Always so good for your Papa.” He whispered, his deep voice gravelly with decades of use. “Always so obedient and helpful.” His lips now had moved up to your pubic mound. You could feel his breath flow between your folds before he’d placed a kiss just above them, making you shiver in anticipation for that final touch.

Papa, at times, felt like a walking stereotype given his unmatched patience and languid movements. He liked to blame his age, but you knew he enjoyed torturing you slowly, like he was sustained from your frustrations alone. And so, when you had grown impatient and considered sitting up to tell him to let you please him instead, his tongue finally made contact. But this time it had no softness to it - this time he was brutal in his movements.

The initial lick was broad and rough, causing you to scream out unexpectedly. But this was soon followed by his lips suctioning themselves around your clit and sucking as hard as he could, giving you overwhelming pleasure that bordered on pain. With his mouth still closed around your clit, the tip of his tongue continued to work it in multiple directions, almost erratic with his ministrations. He continued like this for what seemed like eternity; his head even moving in all directions when he sucked on your sensitive bud to keep your pleasure as lively as possible. Usually, such intense pleasure would have your hands flying to his bald head, but your rather large pregnancy belly stopped you from reaching him, and so you had to make do with the sheets below you, gripping onto them as tightly as you could for purchase and to keep yourself from floating away. All the while he remained face-first in your core, unrelenting and unwilling to stop until you reached your peak.

He pulled away briefly so that he could spit on his fingers, placing them inside you and tapping upwards as his mouth worked on your clitoris. He fully intended to be inside you today, and needed to stretch you out to accommodate his size. Though, of course, you appreciated the deep burn that came with his cock filling you up, he couldn’t bear to hurt you, especially while you were hyper-senstive with the hormones your body was pumping through you to create and sustain life. Your walls were extra slippery today, and your g-spot so tender that a single touch had your hips bucking upwards quickly at the shock, despite feeling him stretch you. You called out, much louder than intended at the feel of his fingers perfectly abusing that spot inside you, dragging the utmost pleasure from your body and playing you like a fiddle he’d been playing for years.

“P-Papa!” You breathed, your body feeling like it was on fire. Your hands shifted from the sheets to pinch and play with your nipples. “I’m so close, please - fuck! - Please don’t stop!”

Primo only grunted in response, adding a little extra vibration when he did. He refused to stop what he was doing because he knew you’d lose that feeling. Instead, he upped his movements and heightened the intensity, causing you to finally tip over the edge and climax all over his face. Your back arched and your mouth fell open, with a string of expletives tumbling out of it. And Primo only stopped when you sat up and pushed him away.

He certainly was a sight to see emerging from your wetness; his paint around his mouth had completely dissolved, showing you his swollen pink lips, soiled with your cunt. There was a lazy smile on his face, and a cackle in his throat at the sight of your exhausted face, your eyes half-closed in sleepiness and your mouth wide open as you tried to breathe in as much oxygen as your lungs would hold.

“Are you ready for me, fiorellina?” He asked you, kneeling on the bed and placing your thighs over his.

“Yes, Papa. Please fuck me.”

He groaned at the way your voice moaned the last three words, bottom lip catching between his teeth and eyes roaming lower and lower until he was staring at your cunt again. His cock was placed at your entrance, ready to push his way inside you; and fuck, when he finally did? It felt like magic.

Your sensitive walls welcomed him with proverbial open arms as he slowly sank deeper and deeper into the warm recesses of your cunt. The head of his cock gently kissed your cervix as though it were welcoming him home after being apart for so long. Every inch he fed into you felt delicious as it stretched you out to fit him like a glove; a torturous yet spectacular feeling until his hips were flush to yours and his mouth released a breath of relief followed by a sharp hiss. The noise you made as you felt him breach you went straight to his cock, making it twitch as it was going in, causing you to moan even louder. Had someone been playing with your clit, you were sure you would have cum instantly.

“Papa!” Your voice was a desperate whine, a plead for him to be closer to you, or even start moving inside you. You needed him to do something.

“I know, baby girl. I know. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You shudderred. “Please move!”

The first thrust was so intense you thought you were about to pass out, but all it was was a gentle movement. Your hands immediately moved back to the bed, clutching onto the sheets so tightly, you were ripping them from their tucked state. The second thrust felt just as good, and the third had your eyes rolling back. Soon enough, Primo had picked up the pace, rhythmic yet gentle movements that had your lungs gasping for air and your brain turn to mush. You, an educated and powerful woman, now lay a puddle of hormones and pleasure on your shared bed by the cock of a man significantly older than you.

The more he thrust, the more unbearable the feeling became. Your screams as an outlet to the sheer pleasure were not working anymore, and you’d now resorted to wrapping your teeth around the silk pillowcase that kept your head comfortable below you. Your back arched off the bed as much as it comfortably could, losing your mind even more now that his hips had picked up the pace. You were blissfully unaware of the way you looked, or how much you were making him suffer.

You were divine; a Goddess sent as a reward by Lucifer for all his hard work. Your body, carrying life that he’d helped create jiggling beneath him with the gentle force of his hips. Your thighs wobbling at the movements, your breasts, heavy, round and full, nice and plump and begging to be played with and sucked into his mouth. You always looked absolutely delicious, but right now you looked so tempting he almost wished you weren’t pregnant so he could fuck another baby into you this very moment. He released a deep, gutteral groan from your walls tightening around him after he’d told you that.

“Gonna keep pumping you full of kids, keep you knocked up as much as I can.” He continued. “You want that, fiorellina? You want me to keep fucking babies into you? Keep showing these fucks around the Ministry who you belong to?”

“Yes, Papa!” You screamed when you were finally able to release the pillow from your mouth.

His thumb came down to your clitoris and began rubbing circles in the tender bundle of nerves there, causing another scream to come out of you. “You can give me one more, can’t you?” He asked, his voice gentle and soothing.

You were almost sobbing. “No, Papa. I can’t.”

“Yes you can, fiorellina. Give me one more. Papa’s almost finished. One more.” He felt you tighten around him one more time as both his hand and his words tipped you over the edge. Your ears rang, your vision went white, your body tensed as he worked you through your second and final orgasm of the night. It felt as though you were exploding from the inside out, the feeling so powerful and incredible you could hardly breathe. All the while, despite the ringing, you could hear Primo in the distance somewhere talking you through it. “È tutto qui. That’s it, fiorellina. Breathe for me. Such a good girl for Papa. Cazzo! I’m gonna -”

Primo could barely finish his sentence before he stilled inside you, one final thrust that had him burying himself as deep as he could and emptying himself completely. Your sensitivity had you twitching each time he did, tightening involuntarily around him at each movement causing his orgasm to occur stronger than it usually did.

He pulled out and collapsed next to you, the room filled with nothing but your exhausted grunts and gasps for air at such an intense session. Eventually, when you were both strong enough, you made eye contact and laughed at each other despite nothing being funny. You wanted to move towards him and cuddle into him, but your body wasn’t responding the way you wanted it to today, so you settled for reaching for his hand.

Once you’d both calmed down, you began a conversation, filling the silence with more intimacy and sweetness as you still lay there recovering.

“Oh,” he said, remembering something important, “I will be home late tonight, fiorellina. My fratellini want an Uno night so I promised them I’d be there.”

“Good, it’s about time you got to spend some time with them. I know Papa Terzo has been down recently since they deposed him.”

“Sì. Thank you for understanding, amore mio.” He turned onto his side and cupped your opposite cheek, kissing the one closest to him. “Ti amo.”

“I love you, too.” You told him. “Now go tend to your garden. I need a nap. You’ve broken me.”

“Mi dispiace, fiorellina. Sleep well.”

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day

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wylldebee · 2 months

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I miss my Awakenings crew. How are they? Are they eating well? Has the Calling started for any of them? Is Oghren's kiddo all grown-up? Is Nathaniel still broody and gumpy? Is Sigrun still taking care of the potted plant you can gift her? Is Velanna writing in her journal? Are any of them missing Anders or even Justice? What about Varel? Is he still around? Are any of them travelling with my Warden to cure the Calling? I want to know, Bioware.

#dragon age #dragon age awakening #nathaniel howe #sigrun #velanna #daa #oghren #Anders #Justice #Justice daa #Seneschal varel #bioware

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beecanons · 5 months

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Hello!!! :D Hi, could you do Raiden and Kung Lao (MK1) or maybe Hanzo and Kuai Liang (MK11) agere headcannons? Pleeeeease? Also have a good day, and it's okie if you can't!! :3

hi! im not sure if you wanted them individually or as pairs so i gift you!

Regressor mk1 trio headcanons, featuring Liu Kang, Kung Lao and Raiden!

i know you didnt mention liu kang and as much as i love kung lao, i cant seperate these guys theyre best friends.

raiden would absolutely be a cg for regressors liu kang and kung lao though he would be a bit of a strict and stern cg he would be very caring and keep them out of touble but when he says no, theres no changing his mind.

liu kang or kung lao could easily be a baby sitter for one another but with raiden as cg theyre best buds or even sibs on a playdate

this does include playfights

kitana is either a standin cg or babysitter at least for liu kang, maye not as much for kung lao but will look after them together if need be

raiden's the best at giving sublte and vague excuses for the three of them to leave when needed no one questions him but the other too often suck at it and stumble over or generally mess up the excuse

not very independant regressors, they normally wont even regress unless prompted somehow

raiden picks up on everything knows the moment they feel little and need something hes very attuned to them and can read them easily

angy liu kang has set things on fire didnt always mean to does apologize after time out

liu kang would be maybe 4-5 kung lao might be soemthere between 4-10 depending on the day

kung lao needs some sort of safety precaution on his hat he's allowed to have it, they tried telling him he cant and that was a mistake but when he's little they put something on the bladded rim and he'll sit and pout about it for a bit

regressor Scorpion(Hanzo) and cg sub-zero(Kuai Liang)!

this gif just defines their relationship for me "no, hanzo, this way, there." "oh i see" "good job"

hanzo regresses around age 6 he's a very curious kid but hes also very stubborn and grumpy

hanzo wont often ask for help kuai liang will notice when he needs help and will usually ask first but knows hanzo wont admit to it and will find ways to help him out without causing a fuss

gumpy kiddo will sit next to him and pout until the other takes the hint and gives him a hug doesnt really like cuddles but is okay with hugs or being held for a short time

"hanzo dont do it...noo..." something proceeds to light on fire and be put out with cold "thats it, time out, little one" "no!"

its a fight to get him to settle down he's easier to handle and tuck in for a nap or sleep after he's tired himself out kuai liang will find things to direct his energy towards to keep him busy until he tires or gets burnt out so he can cool down with a nap (pun intended)

its hard to find little gear he wont burn when he gets upset a make shift bottle or sippy cup is just a metal waterbottle. plastic will melt and wood will char, so metal things are about the only material that can withstand his outbursts.

after being grumpy and angry, hes really sweet and helpful at the end of the day hanzo wants to help kuai liang as a thank you for helpng him too he feels bad after he gets upset, so he wants to be helpful and do something nice and be a good kiddo to make up for it.

i love mk so much i hope these were okay!

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track2hack · 9 months

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25.07.2023

Since Gumpy is coming back soon, it’s fitting to have a throwback of his sale photos to show just what he’s capable of 🤩

This horse was ✨FREE✨ even with those delicious high knees all because he was older and fresh off the track 🤷‍♀️🫢

#horseblr #horsblr #equiblr #equine #equestrian #horses #horses of tumblr #thoroughbred #ottb #ottbs of tumblr #retired racehorse #ex racehorse #my ponies

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georgiapeach30513 · 5 months

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Happy December 7th and another episode of December Fun & Silliness Challenge!

Today's Challenge: Which character of Chris and Seb's would be mostly likely to be a grump during the holidays?

Cole Turner Lucas Lee Frank Adler Ransom Drysdale Robert Pronge

Bucky Barnes Steve Kemp Charles Blackwood Chase Collins Carter Baizen

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The holidays are hard, we can all be grumpy. But poor Cole. He's been waiting and waiting for Anne and where is she? Is she stuck in the snow? Flight delayed? Cole's got all these presents for her and made the porch all romantic with lights. No calls. No texts. Not even a cactus emoji! It's making him very sad and grumpy. Not even wrestling in the snow can cheer him up.

@distractingbeth

Ooh!! I’m not sure what @annislittleshopofhorrors is going to do about her Mr. Gumpy Pants!

I’m going to say Ransom. All Ransom ever wanted was a nice Christmas time. He wanted what they have in the movies. The lights, the tacky Christmas decorations, the loudness, most importantly the togetherness. The warmth. The lessons, and how love is what makes Christmas the best. He’s never had that. Never wanted for anything. And when he leaves abruptly on his family’s Christmas dinner, he wasn’t expecting to go to some filthy little diner. And definitely didn’t think he would see the most beautiful snow Angel he ever did see as his waitress.

You could defrost any chill in the room. You are the embodiment of pure joy. And you see he needs something more. What turns into shitty diner food and stale coffee ends up you giving Ransom a tour of your quaint New England town. And so so much more!

#25 days of Chris-mas #polls

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beefrobeefcal · 4 months

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fic author self rec

rules: when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 🤍

thank you @iamasaddie & @sydneyinacoma for the tag! 💜🥩💜

it's hard as hell for me to choose but i will do my darndiddily arndest! None of these will be surprising... 👌🥩💜

so here it is in no particular order:

The Catfish & The Mouse - Chubby!Frankie Morales & F!Reader

The thing that started it all! I have a soft spot for this bc it's what thrust me from being a spectator to an active participant in the fic writing world. Even though I have my wish list for changes I would make to this, I don't think I will touch it (at least for the foreseeable future) bc it's so dear to me.

Baby's Got a Temper - Chubby!Frankie Morales & F!Reader One Shot

This def takes the top spot for my fav C!FxM one shots. This one was the first one I had a lot of fun writing. I loved the prompt, I loved the way it fell out of me, I loved the reception. I feel like I hit a good groove with this piece.

The Way to a Man's Heart - Chubby!Joel Miller & F!Reader

I have said this before, but I was so nervous about this one. Joel already has a heavy duty, ironclad canon with a fairly solid reputation in the fic world for being a dom!daddy big meanie pants (sometimes with a heart of gold) that can leave little to find new grounds in. While I don't think that I broke new ground with a softer Jackson-era Joel, I was pleased with how Chubby!Joel rolled out. Credit to Hozier’s newest album that I played on repeat while writing this for the softy Joel vibes.

An HR Nightmare - Chubby!Javier Peña x F!Reader

What else is there to say about the Bistro's gumpy done-with-this-shit narco buster? i loved writing this. And being a Peña girlie, when the prompts rolled in, I couldn't deny the call. Even though I wasn't 100% sure the fic would fly, the response warmed my cold beef heart and made me feel more confident in my choices. Also, the request fom @toxicanonymity for an In Between the Scenes made it even more fun for me.

On the Waterfront - Dark!Frankie Morales x F!Reader (ongoing)

Truthfully, if you put me in a room with all my children fics and said to choose one, I'd choose OTWF. Couple of reasons: 1. I'm super proud of it. I felt like all the confidence and skill I had building up came to fruition in this one. While I would happily read all my fics if someone else wrote them, this is the one that I would be keeping calendar on for the updates (apologies to those keeping calendar for the updates). 2. (and arguably the more important one) @neverwheremoonchild -I have such admiration for them & feel so delighted for the brainstorming sessions we have had conjuring the plot. From the we-need-jesus all caps chats to the feral livedocs with endless notes & cry-laugh inducing comments... let's just say that OTWF is not about the journey, it's about the friends we make along the way.

NO PRESSURE TAGLIST: @theywhowriteandknowthings @neverwheremoonchild @rebel-held @xdaddysprincessxx @albertasunrise @avastrasposts @ghosmooth-operator ... and anyone else who wants to get in on it!

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal tummy #frankie morales #triple frontier #francisco catfish morales #frankie morales fanfiction #chubby frankie rights !!!!!#tag game #joel miller fanfic #chubby!joel miller #chubby joel rights !!!#javier peña fanfiction #chubby!peña #chubby peña rights !!!#🥩#friends of beefro

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toomanybandstocare · 9 months

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hello!!! congratulations on the anniversary of your blog and happy birthday!! <3 may i please request polaroid album + sneaking around for my boy Wolffe? i am thinking a cute fluffy established relationship where reader is a baker!! tysm 💗

.𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓.𖥔 ݁ ˖ - Sneaking Around

Drabble for character x reader. @wolffegirlsunite requested a sweet bakery with commander grump. I hope you enjoy, and thank you for celebrating with me! <3

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Baker, GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Length: 1391w

Warnings: Mild suggestive comments, Wolffe gets a lil nervvy talking to reader bc I love seeing character's opposite sides to their personalities hehe, Love struck fools, Petnames (Cyar'ika, Cya're, Sunshine)

Counselor Notes: I have been DYING to write something like this. I think about gumpy Wolffe learning to ease up when ever he chats with barista Reader after night patrols, so I was so excited to write this.

Accompanying Polaroid Album.

-> Celebration Announcement Post <- -> Celebration Masterlist <- -> Camp Resolute Masterlist <-

Blistering heat washes through the pourstone shop as Tatooine’s suns shine down on Mos Espa’s residents. Everyone bustles around the port city’s streets, and speeders whiz by while merchants call out their windows to attract customers. The city is alive and well since the twin sun’s have been blocked by the previous day’s sandstorm haze.

Even with every seller shouting at new arrivals, you merely hum to the radio’s music as you place the morning’s bread loaves in their baskets. Your feet gracefully dance across the tile floor as you finish up prepping for the shop’s opening. From the counter where neatly stacked pastries sit on clay dishware to the shelving system on the side wall, you let yourself enjoy the excitement buzzing through you. Sunbeams stream through the open air windows along the shop’s front, and you spin on your foot to look around the room to make sure you didn’t miss anything. Pride swells in your chest as you take in your accomplishment. You’ve only owned and operated the bakery for a year now, but you’ve made it a must visit for travelers to the spaceport.

Looking at the chronometer by the register, you walk away from the queue area to head back into the kitchen to move the next set of baked goods into the oven. Until a bird’s whistle chimes outside. The melodious tune makes you spin back around and rush to the corner window. A growing smile spreads across your face as you lean over the ledge, but it melts into a confused expression when your eyes scan the crowd. That had to have been him. There are no Convorees on Tatooine. Unless, of course, someone brought them to sell to the wealthy elite. Beginning to lean away from the ledge, you scan the streets one more time. The small rush of hope fizzles inside you, and your previous excitement mellows as your heart yearns for your lover.

Before you can slip back into your routine, a gloved hand reaches from the side street and grasps your hand. Your heart pounds against your chest, and when you go to say something an all too familiar laughter rings in your ear. It sounds like a warm summer’s thunderstorm and brings comfort to you. Wolffe steps out from the side street and leans against the window’s ledge with an amused smirk.

“Careful, cyar’ika,” Wolffe quietly teases, “You never know what’s hiding in the shadows”.

You lightly roll your eyes and reach up to cup his jaw. Guiding him to meet you halfway, you lean out of the window slightly more to softly kiss him. His hand trails down your arm and steadies your waist as he kisses you back. Slowly deepening it, the two of you lose yourselves to each other. He tastes like Corellian whiskey while you taste like jogan fruit. Pulling away with a chuckle, Wolffe looks down at you with a relaxed expression as he balances his helmet on the ledge.

“Welcome home,” you hum and step back onto the floor. You feel lightheaded as you meet Wolffe’s gentle look of admiration. “How long are you here for?”

“Fourteen rotations,” Wolffe responds with a subtle tone of relief. His shoulders ease as he takes in your shining expression at the news. Even though he is known as the fierce commander of the 104th, who never suffers fools, there’s only one person in the galaxy who could make him a fool in love. “Just a training camp for some of the shinies to get used to extreme terrain,” he explains.

His words trail off as if he was going to continue, and you arch your brow. “Well, this is probably one of the best places to get some experience in that. Where’re you boys staying?” you casually ask. You bite down on the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from smiling as Wolffe suddenly looks away.

“Small base on the outskirts of the city,” he curtly informs you. After a moment, Wolffe looks at you out of the corner of his eye, and his heart skips a beat. Sunlight kisses your face bringing out the freckles and light flush that blooms across your cheeks. His gaze snaps back to the busy market place. “Since it’s only training though, it’s…a less strict routine. We have to wait for the weather to settle, and by the looks of it, it’ll be a few days at least until we can head out”.

One of your hands comes up to lazily trail up his chest plate and across his shoulder. “Oh really? Would I be able to bribe Comet to keep an eye on the boys if you were to…step away for the evenings,” you softly tease. Wolffe stiffens under your touch, and you feel him take deep breaths as your hand runs up his neck to cup his cheek to make him look at you again. Wolffe gazes at you with a knowing look of curiosity, but his eyes betray him. They’re soft and warm just like caramel, and he makes you melt as he holds only adoration in his eyes for you.

“We wouldn’t hear the end of it, if Comet was the only one who received some of your pastries,” Wolffe points out. Amusement eases into his tone as he still holds up his facade of dutiful commanding officer.

“I never said it would just be for him,” you push back.

“That would wipe out almost half your baked goods, cyar’ika. Wouldn’t that be bad for business if you were handing them out to troopers for free?” he challenges. Leaning in close to your face, Wolffe smirks lightly as the blush on your cheeks darkens.

“It would be well worth it, if it meant I could keep you all to myself while I can,” you reply. Your voice light and airy from the spiraling close distance between you and Wolffe. “What do you think, Commander?”

Wolffe looks at you with an amused expression before he places a careful kiss to the corner of your mouth. Pride swells in his chest as he feels your breath hitch. Pulling away, he moves his mouth to the shell of your ear with a small smile. “Those horned melon cakes will probably win him over with little challenge. I won’t be so easy to please, however,” Wolffe shares. His voice drops to a low whisper so none of the nosey merchants or travelers can overhear.

His words cause a shiver to shoot down your spine, and you run your tongue across your lip. “One second,” you breathe out in reply. Rushing away from the window, you leave Wolffe chuckling as he watches you dart across the room for a box then over to the shelf. You place all the cakes neatly, as best you can with shaky hands, into the box and move over to the counter to secure it with twine. In only a few moments, you rush back to Wolffe and excitedly offer him the box of treats and smile triumphantly at him. “Your order is all set, Commander”.

“No wonder you’re the best baker in the city. Amazing customer service and sweets that leave everyone wanting another taste,” Wolffe hums. Carefully balancing the box in one hand, he bends down to pick something up. “Can’t leave you empty handed though,” he grunts and pulls up his GAR duffel. Handing it over the window ledge, his hand lingers until he knows you comfortably can hold it. “Don’t open it until I get back from negotiations,” Wolffe tells you.

His hands rests under your chin and tilts your head up. Butterflies tickle your stomach as you meet his gaze. “Had this planned didn’t you? Why would I open your duffel?” you breathe out. As Wolffe's lips pull back into a knowing smirk, your heart races.

“Because there’s a gift for you that both of us will enjoy,” he explains and pointedly ignores your teasing question. Rubbing your chin gently, he drops it and grabs his helmet as he turns away. “I'll be home early tonight, cya’re,” he calls over his shoulder.

Finally feeling like you can breathe again, you drop the duffel to your feet and hang over the window ledge. Resting your chin on your palm, you watch Wolffe disappear into the crows with a love struck expression.

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