#wizardofrozz asks

[wizardofrozz]

ok ok, hear me out:

Nali x Rex x Valla 👀

ok? but also:

Sawbones x Fennec ( I would literally pass out if these two were in the same room tbh )

🥵 I’m sweating already! Excited for your HCs!

Sev, I think you might've murdered Rex with this pairing 😂 everyone bless his soul because he's gonna need it. And THEN Sawbones and Fennec???? This might kill me 🥵 NSFW below the cut.

Nali, Rex, & Valla

Rex has the patience of a saint and boy does he need it with these two. Valla and Nali are a recipe for disaster, good and bad, and Rex sometimes has to act as a mediator. Valla and Nali fight like animals and then fuck like it too.

Rex and Nali have a much softer relationship. Her empathic abilities let her feel Rex's turmoil and urges him to talk through it. While Nali can be a bit chaotic, Rex's more controlled personality gives her something to anchor herself to. Rex also offers her the comfort she craves after a day of experiencing the worst emotions the galaxy has to offer.

Now Rex and Valla's relationship is a little harder to maintain. Valla can be a little detached and very sarcastic. Rex doesn't need someone who's touchy and falling all over him, but Valla's tendency to laugh off her problems only frustrates him. However, whenever they're alone, just the two of them, Valla is more inclined to let him in a little. She'll play with his fingers, talking softer than he's ever heard and Rex doesn't push, letting her go at her own pace.

Nali and Valla are two very independent women and Rex is an equally independent man. These three choose to put in time to make this work because they want to, they don't need the others but they want them.

Rex's datapad is off limits to literally anyone because there's no predicting when Nali might send him sexy pictures of herself, Valla, or them together or Valla might send him a raunchy message. These two know how to get under his skin when they're missing him.

It can be pretty intense when all three of them are in the bedroom together but no one ever leaves without cumming at least twice.

Sawbones & Fennec

This isn't a "stumble on each other by accident" kind of meeting. Fennec is hunting down Sawbones but he knows it. He gives her props but he's more perceptive than Fennec intends. She follows him down an alley only to be thrown against the nearest wall, forearm over her throat. None of the other clones traveling with Sawbones even knew they were being followed.

Every time they just so happen to cross paths, the tension is nearly suffocating. Without even realizing it, they're pressed as close as humanly possible despite the fact that they're currently fist-fighting. Sawbones is cold, throwing insults at Fennec while she laughs him off, which only makes him angrier. It's all claws, teeth, and tension but any bystanders are wondering what the hell they're watching. Is this a fight or some weird foreplay???

Their relationship when they finally just give in is interesting, to say the least. They take turns curbing the other's murderous tendencies and are constantly taking shots at each other until the weird tension between them finally crests.

Sawbones fucks Fennec like he hates her. It starts out like a fight, each grappling for control until they find that sweet spot where they can just work together. It can be rough but there's always the understanding that genuine pain isn't the end goal.

Sawbones throws her around and Fennec makes it look like he was attacked by a massiff but the pleasant mood that lingers is a blessing for those around them. Sawbones might even smirk...until Fennec winks at him and he immediately starts scowling again.

Fennec has that special, sharp grin that she throws his way, letting Sawbones know exactly what she wants. Which is how he ends up with her legs over his shoulders; eating her out stops the sarcastic jabs for a while. Although, fucking her face works too.

When they sleep in the same bed, Sawbones sleeps on his stomach and Fennec always ends up lying mostly on his back, loosely hugging him.

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#wizardofrozz asks #oc ask game #OC: Nali Bosac #OC: Valla Tay'haai #OC: CT-2697 Sawbones

[sleepingsun501]

For the star wars asks: 8, 36, 38 🥰

Roz! Babes! Thank you for the ask!! 💖💖

8. Weapon of choice?

I mean I gotta go with my heart here… obviously I want a lightsaber 😅 preferably a green or indigo one.

36. Opinion on the Mandalorian?

Love it. Love it. Love it. And love it some more! I’m so hyped for Season 3. Din Djarin is the masked metal man of my dreams lmao.

38. Fic recommendations?

Oh my gosh, I don’t think I could ever fit them all in one post. The list is so much longer than this, but I’ll list a few of my favorites that I would definitely recommend…

One Step at a Time by @wild-karrde

Captain’s Log by @rexxdjarin

No Stings Attached by @cyarbika

Call Me Home: Life Elsewhere by @twistedstitcher27

The Coffee House by @samspenandsword

The Cottage Series by @kaminocasey

Notifications by @not-really-a-writer

Star Wars asks

#thank you for the ask #wizardofrozz #ask games #star wars asks

[toomanybandstocare]

👀👀 ooo what's the "Jesse WIP 2" about? I need more Jesse content lol

WIP Title Game - Jesse WIP 2 (18+ Only, MDNI)

it's actually the thing i sent in the server awhile back hehe i have no idea what im doing and smut intimidates me. i get about a half a page in and then i throw it in the WIP purgatory

#camp halfwit letters #camper ask #camper wizardofrozz #counselor mythos report

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

may I please request

❛ so good for me. look how much you came. ❜ with Hunter 👀

I’m still thinking about the masquerade fic and I am unwell

i am also unwell from that fic and it's clearly rewired my brain chemistry. please enjoy this smutty hors d'ouevres

So Good For Me

Summary: Hunter makes you cum. Really hard. That's it that's the fic. Prompt in bold.

Warnings: 18+ content, minors begone. f!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting, dirty talk, implied multiple orgasms

Word Count: 484

Hunter’s mouth suckling your clit as he pushes two crooked fingers up against your g-spot has obliterated all your ability to think coherently. Your focus is consumed by the growing, aching pleasure deep in your core, the impossible tightening of your muscles, and a foreign pressure right where Hunter pumps his fingers. You moan unabashedly, mewls and whimpers of pleasure echoing in the empty ship. 

The vibrations of Hunter’s growling groan against your cunt is what sends you rocketing over the edge. Your vision whites out as your back arches off the bunk, hands curled into claws as you scream. Hunter doesn’t let you move very far—his free hand presses on your hips to keep you steady—the added pressure makes your walls pulse harder.

And the orgasm never seems to end. Every additional stroke of Hunter’s calloused fingertips against your walls has you shaking and falling apart further. It’s only when he withdraws his lips from your clit that you’re able to breathe again. 

Legs quivering, all you can do is laugh uncontrollably, tears sliding down your cheeks. Your orgasm still continues to pulse and writhe within your core, every flex of your muscles making you yelp. Skin plastered to the thin sheets of the bunk, your entire body is damp, equal parts sweat, saliva, and slick. 

Hunter smooths a hand over your thigh, trailing kisses on your heated skin in the wake of the goosebumps that his touch elicits. Weakly raising your head, cunt squeezing around his fingers still buried in your wet heat, you meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, and his entire face shines with your arousal. Your release drips from his curls. 

“So good for me,” he husks, placing a delicate kiss to your swollen, oversensitive clit. “Look how much you came. Squirted all over me, sweetheart.”

Laughter dying out, a low whine catches in your throat, inexplicable embarrassment swelling up in a hot rush. You cover your face with both hands.

With a wet squelch, Hunter withdraws his fingers from your pussy to wrap his hands around your wrists. “Mesh’la,” he says, “look at me. S’nothin’ to feel shy about. That was the hottest kriffin’ thing you’ve ever done.”

Squinting at him from behind your fingers, you pout. “Not that time I asked you to breed me?”

He groans, biting his lip at the memory. His sound makes you shiver pleasantly. Relaxing, you let him pin your arms onto the bed once more. His eyes trail down your naked form, drinking in every part of your body. In contrast, he’s still fully clothed, his blacks tented where his cock stands at attention, and the neckline of his top dark with your release. He meets your gaze once again.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, mesh’la,” he says, a gentle smile tugging on his lips. “Now, let’s see if we can’t make you squirt again...”

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[dystopicjumpsuit]

Someday

A/N: Happy Cody Day!

Pairing: Commander Cody x Reader (GN)

Rating: T

Wordcount: 526

Warnings and tags: straight fluff; established secret/forbidden relationship.

Summary: You enjoy a quiet morning with the man you are absolutely not supposed to be with.

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Shore leave mornings were your favorite. They were too rare, these golden, stolen moments with Cody when you didn’t need to sneak past security holocams or explain your presence outside the marshal commander’s quarters to overzealous troopers patrolling the hallways of the Negotiator. Mornings like these were to be savored, and you hoarded them like the precious treasure they were. No comlinks, no datapads. Just slow, lazy hours sipping caf that hadn’t come from an industrial machine and reveling in the quiet intimacy of time alone with your lover.

Cody was reading a volume of Venestrian poetry—an actual flimsi edition he’d found in some charity shop in the Mid-Levels. You lay on the sofa with your legs draped across his lap, dabbling lazily with a piece of charcoal in your sketchbook. At that precise moment, you were trying to capture the exact way the warm sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains caught on the planes of his cheekbones and cast deep shadows on the hollows of his face. It was a futile task if ever there was one, but still, it gave you an excuse to admire him openly.

The only sounds were the soft scratch of charcoal on paper, the occasional rustle of a turning page, and the music playing quietly from your favorite holoradio station. The song ended, and a new one began, its melody hauntingly familiar.

“I love this song,” you murmured absently.

He glanced at you, then set aside his book. “Dance with me.”

“Hmm?” you asked, startled.

“Dance with me,” he repeated in a low voice.

He tugged the sketchbook gently out of your hand, then trailed his fingers up your wrist. With a tiny smile, you shifted your legs off his lap, and he stood, offering his hand to help you up. He pulled you to your feet and seamlessly into his arms, swaying in time to the slow beat just as the singer’s lovely, wistful voice joined the instruments.

“Is that Ryl?” he asked.

“Yes,” you replied. “She’s singing about…”

You trailed off, keenly self-conscious about your tendency to monologue. He smoothed his hand up your shoulder and stroked his thumb across your clavicle softly.

“Tell me,” he whispered. “What is she saying?”

“She’s singing about all the lovely, distant places she wishes to see—Naboo; the temple ruins at Jedha, Cantonica; Scarif; Rugosa. She wants to experience them all instead of just staying at home on Coruscant.”

“Does she ever go?” he asked.

“No. It’s a song about longing, not about doing.”

“That sounds sad.”

You considered for a moment. “I don’t think it’s sad or happy, either one.”

“No?”

“It’s more like daydreaming or wishing.”

He gazed pensively into your eyes, tracing his thumb up the side of your throat. “Is that what you wish for?”

You shrugged. “It's not like we haven't seen our share of the galaxy.”

“I wouldn't exactly call what we do sightseeing,” he observed drily.

“True,” you laughed. “Maybe when the war is over, we can see it together.”

“Mmm.” He pressed his lips to your forehead. “Sounds nice. No more fighting. No more hiding. No more pretending.”

“I know,” you sighed. “Someday.”

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[ghostofskywalker]

To Keep The Shivers At Bay

Captain Rex/Fem!Reader

Words: 1,754

Summary: On a special assignment, Rex ends up getting cozy with his battalion's civilian administrator. But it's only to make sure you stay warm (or at least, that's what he tries to tell himself)

Prompt: "come lay with me" (slightly adapted, but the vibes are there)

Note: this fic is part of the clone xreader life day exchange, which i ran! i was thrilled to receive @wizardofrozz as my giftee, and i had so much fun writing this - i hope you like it :)

for the rest of the fics in the exchange, check out @cloneficgiftexchange!

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Cold seeped into the small cabin from the non-insulated transparisteel of the window, and you watched as snow swirled around in the night air. The storm was growing more powerful by the second, and the fact that this place wasn’t exactly the height of luxury meant that the power had barely been enough to keep the lights on, let alone be able to provide a consistent source of heat. You groaned as you pulled every blanket you could find from the closet, and the fact that you only found two was certainly concerning.

Rex stepped into the cabin, a flurry of snow blowing in behind him as he swung the door closed. Even though he had been barely gone for ten minutes, and the helmet on his head meant that you couldn’t tell what his face looked like at the moment, you could tell that he was cold. Usually clones had higher body temperatures than humans did, so the fact that he was feeling the temperatures meant that it would be much worse for you. Part of you wondered if you were even going to make it through the night, but you preferred not to think about that.

The most insulting part of everything here was the fact that a Republic Gunship was currently stationed right outside this planet’s atmosphere, but the intense storms above where you were made it so that the rest of the 501st was unable to get through without severely risking life and limb, so you and the captain were stuck here until the storm stopped. At least the assignment you had been sent here to fulfill had gone to plan, you thought, because if it hadn’t, you have to have the worst luck out of everyone in the GAR. But with no droids or Sith on your tails, all you had to worry about was the cold.

You had thankfully packed a few hand-warmers before you left, but they were doing little to stave off the chill that threatened to freeze you solid. You handed one of the threadbare blankets off to Rex, who shook his head as he removed his helmet. “No, you need it more than I do.”

“I can tell you’re freezing too,” was your no-nonsense response. “I would never forgive myself if I was the one who got my commanding officer killed.”

Technically he wasn’t your commanding officer, but you trusted him with your life, and he knew a hell of a lot more about all this stuff than you did. Rex’s face changed, and you watched him wrestle with his emotions before finally sighing and taking the blanket from your hands.

The sooner that morning came, the sooner this experience would all be over, and the two of you shuffled off to opposite sides of the large couch before attempting to settle in for the night. Even with all the layers you were wearing and the blanket draped over yourself, you couldn’t help but shiver as you tried to relax.

The first hour was brutal.

Simply put, attempting to sleep like this was incredibly uncomfortable. Ignoring the fact that this old shelter had a bed frame but no mattress, the weather conditions were the the biggest reason for the fact that you had been unable to fall asleep. Wondering if Rex had managed to succeed where you couldn’t, you turned your head and looked over at him, right as he happened to look over at you.

“Too cold to sleep?” he asked, his voice soft.

Your response was accompanied by a shiver running through your body. “Yeah.”

“Me too,” he said, and you could feel the misery you both shared reverberate through the space as silence settled once more over you. In a shocking turn of events, Rex spoke again. “Why don’t you come over here and lay with me?” he said. “It’s no use for both of us to freeze on opposite sides of the couch.”

There was no arguing with him, it was the very thing you’d wanted to do since you handed over one of the blankets, but you would have never asked for yourself. Besides the fact that you considered him a direct superior, you would be lying to yourself if you didn’t say that Rex was incredibly attractive, and you did not want to feed into that silly crush by convincing yourself he felt the same way. Cuddling up together for the night was a survival tactic, nothing more.

You could feel one of his arms wrap around you as you layered your blanket on top of his, and you laid against him as best you could on the couch. You were certainly warmer (and more comfortable) than you had been before (Rex had thankfully taken his armor off), but you could still feel some of the biting chill of the air on your face.

“This should all be over in the morning,” you heard him say, and you weren’t sure if it was to convince himself or you, but either way, it did begin to work. Taking deep breaths and attempting to somehow pull your body heat together via telekinesis, you could feel your eyelids start to droop, and your last thought before drifting away was that you hoped Rex had found sleep too.

***

A beeping noise from your datapad was the thing that woke you up the next morning, and you shivered as you opened your eyes and realized that this damn cabin was still just as cold (if not colder) than it had been when you went to sleep.

Being close to Rex helped, clearly. As much as it was chilly and you could see your breath, you didn’t feel as though the cold had significantly affected your health, and you knew that it was because you had been able to conserve some of your body heat when you laid next to him. As you moved your arm towards where you had left your datapad (to stop its incessant beeping), you found it more difficult than expected.

Because as you soon found out, Rex had his arm around you.

It wasn’t difficult to escape his grip, since it was more like he was resting his arm on your back than truly holding you against, but you really didn’t want to pull away, even though you did. The feeling of the cabin’s cold air on your back was punishment enough for your treachery movement, but of course the captain had to yawn and shift at that very moment, with a look in his eyes that was adorably bleary as he woke up, even if it was just for a second.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, and you were certainly not prepared for the slightly gravelly edge that sleep had granted his voice.

Maker, did you want to kiss him right now, was what ran through your head in response. Not particularly helpful, but you couldn’t deny it.

“Still cold, but not terribly,” you said. “As long as we get out of here I think we’ll be okay.”

He nodded. “Do we know when the transport ship is coming?”

You paused for a moment as you checked your datapad for answers, but shook your head. “I sent Jesse the coordinates for our location last night, but there hasn’t been any word since.”

“We’re all packed though, so it shouldn’t be an issue,” he said. “And that means we don’t have to get up until we know we’re leaving.” You knew that his words were meant in that way because it was very cold in this room and your shared body heat was helping to keep both of you warm, but for a moment you allowed yourself to believe that maybe he said that because he wanted to keep cuddling with you.

A comfortable silence settled over the space as you waited for any kind of word from the rest of the 501st about when they were coming to get you. But of course, you did want to say one thing before the moment passed.

“Rex?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you,” you said, and a look of confusion began to dawn on his face, so you continued. “For sharing your body heat with me.”

“Of course,” was his response, along with a smile you’d never seen before (but you’d pay an endless amount of credits to see forever).

Once more the conversation fizzled, and then after a period of time it was his turn to break the silence. “And if you’re still cold, I think I know of another way to help keep warm.”

“Really?” you asked, moving your body so that the two of you were facing each other. “What is it?”

“This,” Rex said gently before leaning in. However, he stopped right before your lips would have connected with his. “Is this okay?”

“Of course,” you breathed. The tiny gap between you was closed, and you suddenly forgot about the fact that you were in a chilly cabin with barely any power.

The feeling of Rex’s kiss was electric, and a soothing warmth spread through your entire body. You kissed back, and soon his hands had found their way to your waist as the two of you sat on the couch. Yes, both of you were wearing gloves, but you could still feel the spark that would have electrified your entire body had it been against your bare skin.

But of course, all good things have to come to an end, and this one ended with the sound of your datapad beeping, accompanied with the sound of Jesse’s slightly mechanized voice from the comm function. “We’re outside you two,” he said, and you reluctantly pulled yourself away from Rex’s lips.

“We’ll be out in a minute!” you said, and once you were sure no one could hear you through the device, you spoke again. “I don’t know exactly what this means, but I’d really like it to continue.” Those words could be dangerous, since clones (along with anyone who worked for the GAR) were technically allowed to form romantic relationships on the job.

Rex nodded. “I’d really like it to continue too,” he said, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your cheek.

So much was left unspoken, but you were pretty sure you’d get a chance to figure things out, even if it meant enduring inevitable teasing from Rex’s men once they figured out what was different about your relationship with their captain.

And of course, just being with Rex made all of that worth it. 

- the end -

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[sev-on-kamino]

✨Cadet Daze: The CCs Are Too Observant✨

Summary: Your ongoing war with Alpha-17 has not gone unnoticed by the cadets in your care, and they have questions.

Players: Medic!Reader, cadet!Wolffe, cadet!Fox, mentions of Alpha-17 and cadet!Rex

Rating: G (but this page is still 18+ only, so MINORS DNI)

Warnings: Swears, cute & fluffy, totally safe for Costco though 😌

A/N: This is in the same timeline as this post (it’s incredibly NSFW!), and while I likely won’t do a concentrated long fic, keep an eye out for more one shots 💙💙

Word count: 281

Dividers by the talented @dystopicjumpsuit 🤩

The CCs in your care were honestly quite adorable. 3636 had twisted his ankle during training, and needed to go to the med bay, which meant that 1010 also needed to go to the med bay for a life-threatening stomach ache that he had just noticed. That he was holding 3636’s hand, as they both clutched your sleeve was completely unrelated.

With Alpha, they were soldiers always. With you, they were children, who needed to be reminded that kind touches were valuable too, so 3636 was being treated to a rare piggyback ride through the stark white halls of Tipoca City.

“MoMo?” 3636 asked quietly, using the nickname that 7567 had given you much to Alpha’s eternal irritation.

“Yes, kiddo,” you replied.

“Why do you and Alpha fight so much?”

Before you could answer, 1010 piped up and said, “‘Cause MoMo says he’s an asshole!”

“Where did you get that language?” You asked, trying to hide your smile.

“From you. I heard you say it to Lama Su the other day,” He replied with his signature smirk.

“Eavesdropping again, huh?”

“It’s fun!” He giggled.

“Is that the only reason?” 3636 asked, undeterred.

“We disagree on what’s best for you boys, but ultimately that’s what we both want. We’ll figure it out,” you answered.

“If you both want the same thing, shouldn’t you try being friends?”

“Ad’ika, have you memorized all the components to a light cruiser, as well as you’ve memorized all of the problems Alpha and I have to work on?”

“Yes! I can tell you all of them right now!”

He launched into the list, sparing you from further questioning as the three of you continued down the corridor.

***

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[523rdrebel]

First Kiss with Fox

Because apparently Tumblr decided to eat the original ask, here is my makeshift one.

@moonlightwarriorqueen asked: First kiss prompts 👀 I ask for Fox with " "Don't you dare tell anyone about this", "wasn't planning on it" " (if Fox doesn't jive...maybe Dogma?)

Thank you @moonlightwarriorqueen for the ask! I was supposed to be going to sleep by Fox decided that was the time to inspire this drabble. I hope you enjoy!

Commander Fox x Reader - only descriptor given is that Reader has hair.

Rating: T, SFW

Warnings: None, If I missed any, please let me know.

Fox sat, leaned against the corner of your desk with two fingers pressed into the bridge of his nose in an attempt to relieve the pressure of a building headache, "Are you quite finished?" He practically growled.

You had been in the middle of a long and heated argument, not an unfamiliar occurrence between the two of you. You were pacing, the heels of your boots providing a staccato rhythm beneath your words, "-No I am not finished! You agreed to my position here, Fox and if you can't hold up your end of the bargain then your men will suffer for it. Or need I remind you that I fought –"

"Ugh enough!" He was standing at his full height now, "Can't you just keep your mouth shut for five kriffing seconds?"

Feeling indignant and petulant, you quickly shot back, "Why don't you come over here and make me?" His expression was unreadable, but you noticed an interesting darkening to his eyes, "I'm not afraid of you, Fox. I'm here to help, but I can't  do that if you fight me every step of the way!"

Frustrated, impressed, and perhaps a little amused, Fox ignores your familiar tirade and  quickly strides over to you. You release a startled squeak as his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He silenced the question forming on your tongue, covering your mouth with his. Your body tenses briefly, until you feel his other hand cradle the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair. You melt into his arms with a sigh, kissing him with an unexpected fervor.

You feel Fox chuckle against your lips before pulling away from the kiss but keeping a firm hold on you. "I think I win this argument…"

Your eyes go wide and you open your mouth, winding up for more heated discussion. Once again his lips silence yours, but this time, they gently caressing your lips, teasing and promising.

He pulls away, this time releasing you fully and approaches the door, though not before grabbing the stack of flimsy from your desk that had been the subject of your argument. "Don't you dare tell anyone about this." He commanded, fixing you with a hard stare.

Lifting your chin up, you meet his stare with the same commanding ferocity, "Wasn't planning on it."He gives a short nod of acknowledgement and leaves the room. You remain, head spinning with frustration, excitement, and heated attraction. Oh kriff.

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Sweet Thing

Wrecker x Female!Reader One-Shot

Summary: Wrecker has a crush on you, a local sweet shop owner. Will he find the courage to ask you out? (maybe…with a little help from Omega) 5700 words

Warnings: None? Fluff, dummies in love. A little spicy make-out and a tiny bit suggestive at the end but nothing explicit.

Author’s Note: So I accidentally deleted the ask like a dumb dumb 🙈 The prompt was “You look so beautiful in this lighting” from @wizardofrozz ! I’ve been wanting to write a Wrecker fic for awhile but I’ve been nervous 😅. I think Omega would totally be a little shit (in a loving little sister way) if she knew one of her brothers had a crush. Shout out to the wonderful @l-lend for helping me with this! Seriously tysm. I hope y’all enjoy. ❤️

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The Marauder touched down in Ord Mantell City, the engines powering off as the ramp lowered to the ground, the ship’s durasteel catching the last rays of sunlight as dusk settled over the planet.

Before the ramp had a chance to lower completely, Omega sprinted down the platform, buzzing with excitement. “C’mon, Wrecker! Let’s go!” She turned, seeing him trying to keep up with her, hurrying down the ramp himself.

“Omega, we all need to talk to Cid before you and Wrecker run off. It’s getting late.”

Hunter walked down the ramp, watching as Omega tugged at Wrecker’s armored arm toward the marketplace.

“But we always get treats from her right after a mission! We won’t be gone that long, right Wrecker?” Omega gave Hunter a dewy-eyed look, glancing between him and Wrecker. A look she knew Hunter couldn’t refuse. “Please?”

“Ya, we won’t be gone long! I’m starving, anyway. Those ration bars never hit the spot!” Wrecker agreed, wanting to join Omega. He wasn’t just excited at the prospect of food, though.

Months prior, Wrecker had found your sweet shop by pure happenstance, wandering with Omega in search of Mantell Mix after a mission. They had taken a different route than usual and noticed your humble stand in the mix of the bustling marketplace. Your handmade treats looked irresistible, perfectly placed in your small display case. Impeccably decorated cakes with different colored frostings and glazes, mouth-watering fruit tarts, hand-pies, jelly candies, custards, and other sweet confectioneries.

Your shop became Wrecker and Omega’s new post-job ritual, Mantell Mix quickly a memory of the past. Your treats were amazing, there was no denying that. But Wrecker, surprising himself even, began to look forward to seeing you more than tasting whatever you had cooked up since you last saw one another. You were easy to talk to, kind, talented, not to mention easy on the eyes. Wrecker began taking any opportunity he could to see you when he had downtime between jobs.

Hunter sighed, knowing he couldn’t fight the look on Omega’s (or Wrecker’s) face.

“Okay, just be back at the bar before long. We have a lot to discuss with Cid.” Hunter gave Wrecker a glance, more soft than stern. “I mean it, not too long.” It wasn’t a secret Wrecker had been spending more time at your shop lately. “At least have Omega back before dark. And bring back some jellyfruit cakes while you’re at it.” Even Hunter couldn’t deny your sweets were some of the best he’s ever tasted.

Omega beamed and leaned up toward Wrecker, getting on her tiptoes. She cupped her hand to the side of her mouth as if she wanted to tell him a secret.

“She’s probably waiting to see you, Wrecker!” She giggled, whispering with an impish twinkle in her eyes. Wrecker stuttered for a moment as Hunter raised an eyebrow, hearing Omega’s not-so-quiet statement.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about…” Wrecker rubbed the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed. But he knew exactly what she was talking about.

“Wrecker, it has not gone unnoticed that you spend a lot of personal time at that sweet shop. The owner of said shop has more than likely perceived you are not just there to purchase her confections. Though you do purchase a lot.”

Tech walked past, just coming off The Marauder, speaking matter-of-factly, also hearing what Omega had said. He suddenly stopped, looking up from his datapad and over his shoulder, glancing back toward Wrecker.

“More precisely, she may even assume you have what Omega has defined as “a crush.” And perhaps shares that sentiment.”

Wrecker snapped his head toward Tech, completely at a loss for words, thoroughly embarrassed now. He turned to Omega, giving her a desperate look.

“I-I don’t! I just erm…like her sweets is all!”

Echo appeared at his side, who had also just exited the ship, nudging Wrecker with his good hand. “It’s ok, big guy. From what I can tell, I think she likes you, too. So you don’t have much to worry about.”

Echo smirked as he followed Tech, leaving a stuttering Wrecker behind with Omega and Hunter. Am I really that obvious? Wrecker thought, his face feeling like it was on fire. Of course I am.

Hunter chuckled, placing his hand on Wrecker’s shoulder, seeing how flustered he was at his brother’s teasing. “If it means anything, I agree with Echo and Tech. Go see her. But like I said, Omega comes back before dark, okay? And don’t forget those cakes.”

Wrecker shifted on his feet, his heart thudding in his chest. Hunter patted his brother’s large shoulder, giving him a knowing look before following Tech and Echo to Cid’s parlor.

Wrecker groaned, looking down at Omega as their brothers left them standing near the ship.

“Omega! She ‘prolly doesn’t like me like that! What did you tell Tech?”

Wrecker still felt the heat on his face as they started toward your shop. Omega peered up, giving him a sly look. “But you like her, right?” The glint in her eyes was downright diabolical. “And I didn’t tell Tech anything! I just mentioned once you might have a crush on her, that’s all. It’s kind of obvious.” She shrugged.

Wrecker cleared his throat, thinking of your smile, how your eyes light up when you see him in the crowd, or how the sides of your eyes crinkle when you laugh at one of his jokes, a musical note that echoed in his thoughts constantly.

“You’re blushing, Wrecker!” Omega giggled as Wrecker groaned again and rubbed his face with his hands, the heat not fading.

“Fine!” He let out a deep sigh. “I guess I do. I dunno…she’s nice and pretty and…” Wrecker’s shoulders slumped, knowing Omega was on to him. He did have a crush. You were more than just nice and pretty, though.

Wrecker saw how immaculately you decorated your sweets, how careful and gentle your hands were. His hands were steady and careful too, but trained to deal in explosives, things meant to destroy. Your hands created, and he was entranced any time he watched you delicately pipe frosting flowers or stylish Aurebesh characters on cakes and pastries. He really did like you, and not just because you were talented in food-making.

But how could he ever tell you or expect you to be more than friends? He has thought about telling you how he feels, asking you to dinner or something of the sort. But he always hesitated. Your livelihoods were completely different from one another. You probably wanted someone more…normal. He was an outcast clone, not quite knowing what the future held for him and his family. He had resigned to the fact that his crush would stay just that.

Omega peered past Wrecker, who was deep in his thoughts, staring at a colorful flier that was hung up on a post as they continued walking down the marketplace. Omega ran over to what caught her eye, reading what the flier said. Omega’s eyes widened, looking back at Wrecker. “Wrecker! There’s going to be a fireworks show!” She ripped one of the flyers off the post, hurrying back to him, holding it up for him to see. “Look, it says tomorrow night! We should all go, I’ve only seen fireworks in Holonet vids…oh, I can’t wait to tell Hunter!” Omega clutched the flier, staring at the artwork and large letters announcing the event on the paper.

Wrecker snapped out of his thoughts, and couldn’t help but smile at seeing her so happy at the idea, acting like a kid should. “Yeah, big explosions in the sky, right up my alley! It’ll be great! We’ll definitely go!” Wrecker glimpsed down at Omega, who now had that impish twinkle in her eyes again as she did before when talking about you. “You should invite her to go with you!” Her eyes darkened. “You should ask her on a date.”

“Omega…” Wrecker started, feeling heat creep up his neck again.

“Wrecker, I bet it would make her happy! She likes you, I know it. I can tell! Even Tech notices!”

Wrecker rubbed his face again, the thought of asking you to the fireworks show as a date made his heart rate increase. He couldn’t catch a break today, it seemed.

“I dunno, Omega…” She watched as Wrecker’s ears turned red. Omega folded the flier, putting it in her bag. “You’ll never know if she likes you back unless you tell her how you feel! I saw a vid on the Holonet recently where the two characters liked one another but were too afraid to say it and…”

Wrecker stopped walking, kneeling down to Omega, placing his hand on her shoulder. “Look Omega…I know you’re just tryna help but this isn’t a Holonet vid. It’s a little more complicated than that…she’s a good friend and I’ll think about it, kay? I appreciate you looking out for me.” Omega pouted a little, but understood, knowing she was pushing a little hard. Wrecker smiled and ruffled her hair, causing Omega to giggle as he stood back up, continuing toward you.

“But if I did ask her on a date, ya really think she’d say yes?” Wrecker glanced down at Omega as they walked, fixing her now messy hair. “I do, and I think she’d be silly to say no!” Omega grabbed Wrecker’s hand, giving it a squeeze of encouragement. He swallowed, now actually considering this plan. “Like I said, I’ll think about it. Now let’s get going, it’s getting dark and I’m starving!”

—//—

You couldn’t help but glance up every few minutes, hoping to catch a glimpse of him in the crowd of Ord Mantell City. You were trying to focus on placing the finishing touches on some meiloorun tarts you planned on selling tomorrow, but every louder-than-usual laugh or tall frame you caught in your peripheral made your heart jump momentarily, your eyes scanning the marketplace. You were hoping it was him. You were always hoping it was him.

You remembered the first time Wrecker and Omega visited your small shop. They had excitedly approached, wanting to try everything.

You were intimidated at first, as Wrecker’s large frame and scarred face loomed over your small stand. But his warm smile and look of pure delight at your homemade goods pushed any nervous thoughts away immediately, especially when you saw how gentle he was with the small girl that accompanied him. They had almost sold you out that day, exclaiming they would be back whenever they could.

You began to expect them often, eager to see both Wrecker and Omega push through the crowd toward your stall. Omega was always excited to tell you about the job they had just returned from, and Wrecker always unabashedly told you how your sweets were better every time he tried them, the best in the Galaxy, even. He even brought his brothers along sometimes, who also couldn’t resist your baked goods.

More and more, Wrecker would linger at your stall whenever he could, talking with you, asking if you needed help moving things, watching you work and asking questions.

You sometimes had Omega help decorate your goods, much to her delight. Wrecker was also a great advertisement, whether he knew it or not, frequently bellowing how tasty your sweets were, which caught the attention of passing patrons. Talking was easy with him, and he made your day brighter, go by faster.

It seemed silly, but Wrecker made you feel special. He seemed genuinely interested in how you made each treat, asking questions about the baking process or what ingredients you used. He especially liked watching you decorate cakes, your steady hands creating beautiful edible patterns without mistake. You felt you could be your authentic self with him, sharing your passion with someone who enthusiastically listened. You couldn’t help but fall for him.

You tried to focus on your tarts, your mind now thoroughly distracted by your secret feelings for Wrecker. You imagined being held in his large arms, cradled against his broad chest as it rumbled with his deep laugh. Oh Maker, I’m in deep, aren’t I? You thought. A tiny, anxiety-ridden voice in the back of your mind you constantly tried to snuff out became louder. Why would he like you like that? He’s a soldier on the run. You’re just…you. Get a hold of yourself. He likes your sweets, that’s all. You sighed, feeling foolish at thinking you and Wrecker could become something other than friends. But before you could let the negative thoughts bother you more, you heard your name, loud and joyful. You looked up, seeing Wrecker towering over the crowd, vigorously waving to you with Omega in tow.

The anxious feeling that had moved to your stomach turned into butterflies at the sight of him. Omega ran up first, her eyes glued to your display of desserts for the day. “Woah Wrecker, we gotta try every single one!”

Wrecker approached next, smiling, his eyes on you instead of the desserts.

“It’s been a while. It’s good to see you.” You said softly as you set the meiloorun tarts to the side, meeting Wrecker’s eyes. Wrecker could feel his face heat up at your gaze.

He noticed a smear of frosting on your forehead, and some powdered sugar in your hair. You were beautiful. “Erm yeah…we uh got caught up with some stuff, we just got back. But it was nothin’ we couldn’t handle!”

“Yeah, we wanted to come see you right away!” Omega’s eyes peeked up at Wrecker, nudging his leg a little with her foot. Wrecker gave her a quick, confused glance.

“I’m glad you’re here, because today I have some new specials!” You pulled out a few sweets from your display shelf. “Spice rolls, savory puffcakes, and zoochberry jelly squares. The jelly squares are a new recipe, let me know what you think! Here, take a sample!” You placed two in your hand, holding them out for them to take.

Wrecker knew he couldn’t deny you, his fingers brushed against yours as he took the small desserts from your hand. Goosebumps ran up your arm as you felt his surprisingly gentle touch against your palm, wondering what it would be like to have your hand fully in his. Wrecker handed one to Omega, both popping the dessert into their mouths.

“Mmmm, it’s delicious!” Omega exclaimed between mouthfuls. Wrecker nodded in agreement. “I know I say this a lot but…it’s your best yet!” Wrecker grinned, his face absolutely lighting up as he complimented your dessert. “Aw, you always say that!” You teased, wiping your hands on your apron.

Wrecker chuckled. “Well, it’s true.” Your heart swelled at his compliment as you fell into familiar conversation, catching up from when you saw one another last. In this case, it had been about a week, since their last job went longer than expected. The sun had now set, Wrecker and Omega still sampling treats and talking as you helped other customers.

It was fully dark now, and Wrecker knew Hunter was probably grumbling about Omega not being back yet. You turned away to start filling a box for them to bring back to their brothers, and Omega nudged Wrecker’s leg with her foot again, slightly nodding her head toward you. Wrecker shook his head, trying to get Omega to drop it, knowing she was bugging him about asking you to the fireworks show.

Wrecker’s stomach dropped as he watched Omega sneakily pull out the fireworks flier from her bag, pointing at it, and then pointing at you. “You should ask her! We gotta go soon!” Omega whispered through her teeth, trying to stay quiet.

Wrecker sighed internally, his belly on fire with anxiousness. He knew this was his chance to ask you. He could face 100 rancors without hesitation, without fear. He already spends time alone with you at your shop. It seemed like a good idea to ask you out tonight, but now that he was here in front of you, he was frozen in his tracks.

“What’s that?’ You asked, turning back to them and seeing Omega holding the flier in her hand.

“Oh, there’s a fireworks show tomorrow!” Omega exclaimed as she excitedly bounced on her toes. “We saw these fliers on our way here.” She held it up for you to see.

You nodded as you filled their box with two of everything, throwing in some extras as a surprise. Omega quickly nudged Wrecker with her foot again, this time a little harder, more like a kick.

Wrecker gave Omega a stern, but pleading look, hoping you hadn’t noticed.

“Are you going to go?” Omega asked sweetly.

“Oh…I’m not sure.” You placed a few more goodies into their box, placing it on your small counter.

You had seen the fliers the previous day, knowing about the event already. You couldn’t lie to yourself and say you didn’t imagine you and Wrecker holding hands, watching the fireworks together. You had half an idea to ask Wrecker to go with you, but the thought of rejection quickly shut down that idea in your head. Silly thoughts.

“We are going tomorrow night! You should, too!” Omega looked up at Wrecker, her eyes flicking toward you.

“Oh, I don’t want to impose on you and your brothers. I have some new recipes I want to test out, that’s what I’ll probably be doing tomorrow night.” You closed their box, turning your back to them again momentarily to find something to secure the box shut.

Wrecker knew this was his chance, and knew deep down that Omega was right. If he ever wanted to explore if you and him could be something more, he had to ask you. Omega was just trying to look out for him, though he could do without the kicking. That’s what little sisters are for, right?Even if you said no, at least he could say he tried. Wrecker took a breath, finding some confidence as you were turning back toward them. It was now or never.

“Would you go if…um…you went with me?” Wrecker stuttered out, suddenly fully wishing he could sprout wings and fly away, heights be damned.

You were stunned for a moment, staring at him. Did he just ask me what I think he did? You hope you hadn’t misheard him. Was he asking you on a…date?

Wrecker tried to steady his nerves, waiting for your response, bracing himself for you telling him no. For a man so large, he felt small in this moment, wearing his heart on his sleeve.

Your face lit up, your eyes shining. “Wrecker, I’d love to join you.”

Now Wrecker was momentarily stunned, not fully expecting that answer. His mind was trying to process the fact you had said yes. “We can meet here tomorrow, before the show?” You questioned, knowing you were blushing but didn’t care, handing over their large box of sweets.

All Wrecker could do was dumbly nod, his brain short-circuiting. “He’ll be here, don’t worry!” Omega beamed, speaking for Wrecker, taking the box from you, elated at the exchange that had just happened before her.

Wrecker nodded again, finally finding his words. “Yeah…uhh… I’ll meet ya here tomorrow!” A weight had lifted off his chest, noticing your flushed cheeks. You looked even more beautiful than before.

Omega nudged Wrecker, but this time more playfully, her eyes saying “I told you so!”

“Oh, we gotta pay!” Wrecker’s mind was running a mile a minute, finally taking his eyes off you as quickly starting to rummage through his belt pockets to find credits. He felt foolish for almost walking off without paying, especially after just asking you out on a date.

“Oh no, it’s on the house tonight!” You waved your hand, refusing payment.

“Are ya sure, we are getting a lot and you work so hard…” Wrecker started, feeling flustered still trying to find where he put his credits.

“You can pay for my dinner tomorrow, then we’ll call it even.” Your statement made him lose his train of thought once more, letting your words sink in, solidifying the fact that you were indeed going on a date. “Oh…” Was all he could say.

“Does that sound good?” You asked quietly, fidgeting with the hem of your apron, the butterflies in your stomach threatening to explode out.

“Yes, ‘course!” Wrecker grinned, feeling giddy now, still not quite believing that you had agreed to go with him.

Wrecker wanted to stay and talk longer, but knew they had to go. As if Hunter read his mind, Omega’s commlink beeped. “Wrecker, I think we gotta go, Hunter is probably grumpy that we aren’t back yet.” Omega stepped away, talking to Hunter on her device, letting him know they really would be back soon.

Wrecker rubbed the back of his neck. “We gotta go…but I’ll see ya tomorrow, yeah?”

“Of course, you shouldn’t keep Hunter waiting any longer for his cakes.” You giggled. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Your lips turned into a small smile, and Wrecker wanted nothing more than to taste them and see if they were as sweet as your desserts.

Wrecker gave you a shy wave as he turned, walking away with Omega.

You waved back, watching them disappear into the dark haze of the marketplace, your smile not fading even after they were gone.

“See, Wrecker? I told you she’d say yes!”

Omega seemed satisfied, chomping on a sweet she had taken out of the box, a spring in her step. Wrecker rolled his eyes playfully, this time nudging her with his foot, gently, of course. “Yeah, yeah! And next time, lay off the kicking, ‘kay? But thanks for the encouragement.” Omega giggled, happy for her brother, who himself felt happier than he had in a long time.

—The Next Day—

As promised, Wrecker met you at your shop in the late afternoon, the sun beginning to dip in the sky. You got dinner to go, and any pre-date nerves you both had were gone almost immediately as you walked through the marketplace, making easy conversation.

Wrecker already knew he didn’t want this night to end, his eyes glued to your face, watching every laugh at one of his dumb jokes, every movement of your lips, every light that caught your eye, wondering how he was so lucky to have met someone as incredible as you.

The sun disappeared behind the buildings, and street lights and neon signs of shops that would usually flicker on stayed dark, in anticipation of the fireworks set to start soon. The streets became more crowded as citizens left their homes and businesses to catch a view of the show.

“I guess we need to find a spot to watch the show.” Wrecker realized, looking up at the surrounding buildings that blocked any view of the sky.

“I know a spot.” You lightly touched his arm, gesturing down the road. Wrecker felt your touch, warmth spreading up his arm and to his chest as he looked at your hand and down at you. He wasn’t wearing his armor tonight, just donned in civvies, a thin layer of clothing separating his skin from yours. “C’mon, this way.” You gently tugged, leading him down between some buildings. He followed, your hand falling off his arm and back to your side. Wrecker had half a mind to take your hand in his, but didn’t want to cross any lines.

“There are stairs that lead up to the rooftop right over here. I come up here sometimes when I need a break.” You turned down an alleyway between buildings, starting up a steep set of stairs that led to the roof. Wrecker started up behind you as you led the way. You both got to the roof, and you weren’t lying about the view. You were above most buildings, your view of the sky unobstructed.

“Hm, the city almost looks nice from up here!” Wrecker joked as you sat on a discarded supply crate.

“That’s why I like to come up here. Get above the city, out from the grime for a little while and clear my head.” You patted the space next to you, inviting him to sit. The crate wasn’t that big, so Wrecker sat close to you, your bodies almost touching, the crate shifting under the added weight of Wrecker. He was worried it might break at first, suddenly feeling massive against your small frame almost pressed up against him. But he relaxed, seeing you comfortable with him being so close.

There was a slight hum of electricity in the air, buzzing between the two of you now that the night had come to its zenith.

Was now the time to tell you how he felt? Wrecker was thinking about it all night, waiting for the right moment to tell you how much tonight meant to him, how much you meant to him.

Wrecker’s mind raced, trying to think how to breach the subject without sounding like a creep or ruining everything. You were having the same thoughts, your leg slightly jiggling in anticipation, trying to think of the right thing to say in the now heavy silence. Wrecker opened his mouth to speak, but a large BOOM rang in your ears, the dark rooftop flashing with light, startling you both.

The show had begun.

Both of your attention went to the sky as more fireworks shot up from all over the city, cracking and banging, colors and sparkles filling the skyline. It was dazzling, and Wrecker couldn’t help but grin as the fireworks exploded above. He had never felt so content, sitting here with you, his stomach full for once, and watching explosions fill the sky. He wanted to pinch himself to make sure this wasn’t a dream.

Wrecker sucked in a breath as one particularly big firework exploded, shimmering in all the colors of the rainbow, lighting the city in different hues, rendering Ord Mantell City almost unrecognizable. But Wrecker wasn’t staring at the fireworks anymore. His eyes were locked on you. Feeling his gaze, you turned your head up toward him, watching as his face desperately searched yours.

The colors reflected in your eyes, haloing over your head as more hues illuminated the darkness around you. You were so radiant, and he was overwhelmed with emotion. “What?” You asked softly, his gaze intensifying. Wrecker’s heart hammered in his chest, wanting to say how amazing you were, how beautiful you were, all the things he thought but never could say out loud. Wrecker let out the breath he was holding. You were waiting.

“You look so beautiful in this lighting, is all.” Wrecker uttered before he could stop himself, the words feeling natural as he spoke what he’s been keeping inside since he first saw you.

Your eyes widened at his soft statement, butterflies dancing in your chest as you watched a deep blush heat up his face.

“You mean that? You think I’m beautiful?” You moved closer to him, reaching out and gently placing your small hand on his much larger one, finally closing the distance between you.

You wanted him to know it was okay, that you wanted nothing more than him.

Maker, you wanted to kiss him.

Wrecker swallowed as he felt your hand on top of his, nodding his head.

“Y-yes…I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen…from the second I saw ya…” Wrecker searched your eyes, the colors seeming to swirl around you. You brought a hand up to his face, brushing your fingers across his scars. You couldn’t find words, hoping your touch would be sufficient in relaying your feelings. He leaned into your hand, moving his head down closer to yours. “I care about you a lot, Wrecker.” Your voice shook with emotion, your own feelings now spilling out. “I’ve liked you for a long time…”

Wrecker stopped breathing as your lips were inches from his, your fingers tracing the side of his face. You needed to feel his lips on yours. “I’ve liked you for a long time, too…” Wrecker whispered, his voice low. “Can…can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.”

That’s all he needed to hear as Wrecker brought his lips to yours in a gentle, sweet kiss. You were surprised by his tenderness, knowing he was holding back, afraid he might hurt you.

With one hand still on his, Wrecker slowly brought his free hand to your shoulder, squeezing gently, wanting to press you impossibly closer to him. Your lips tasted sweeter than any of your desserts. Soft, perfect. Just like you.

The hand you had on the side of his face continued to caress, causing shivers to run down Wrecker’s spine. He’s never been touched so gently before, and he was completely undone as your lips moved together, the city backdrop falling away, the sounds of the fireworks fading.

The kiss deepened as your want for one another ignited like a firework, shooting up into the unknown and exploding with warmth and fervor.

Wrecker brought the hand that was under yours to the back of your head, his fingers twirling in your hair, bringing you closer to him, careful not to hold you too tightly. You gasped slightly into his mouth at his touches, a different type of desire beginning to burn in your belly, wanting more of him, all of him.

You moved your hands to his biceps, gripping the hard muscle under your fingers, kneading and feeling up his arms to his chest, resting your hands there, feeling his pectorals twitch under your fingers. You knew the power that lay beneath, but he was treating you so carefully, you couldn’t help but melt against him. Wrecker let out his own low groan, feeling your tender touch.

You’ve been wanting him like this for so long, you felt like you were floating, hoping this moment would never end.

Finally, you both pulled away to take a breath you both desperately needed, your lips swollen, breathing in one another’s gasps.

“You taste so much sweeter than I imagined. Better than anything I’ve ever tasted.”

Wrecker panted, wanting more. You were all that existed, all that he needed.

“How often did you imagine that?” Your lips were still close to his, and you could hear the longing in his voice.

“Every day.” He wrapped both arms fully around you, catching your mouth with his again, more passionate, more confident.

You smiled against his lips as his tongue tentatively probed at your lower lip. You let him in, pressing yourself fully against his broad chest, your hands moving from his chest to cradle the sides of his face, the kiss intensifying. He groaned at the sensation of your tongue against his, feeling your soft body under his hands, hoping this wasn’t a dream and he’d wake up without you, alone.

Wrecker became more bold, both his large hands moving to slightly squeeze at your waist, moving up your torso, wishing there wasn’t a barrier of clothing between his hands and your skin. He moved his lips to the the side of your mouth, placing sloppy kisses down the the side of your neck, trying to steady his racing heart as he felt your own rapid pulse against his lips. You lightly touched the back of his head, bringing his face up to yours. You both wanted to continue this dance, your bodies and minds on fire, burning brighter than what was still flashing in the sky, but the fireworks show was almost at its end.

Wrecker nuzzled his nose against yours, pressing light kisses to your cheeks, the side of your jaw, and back up to your lips. He didn’t want to stop tasting you.

“I care about ya a lot...” He muttered between kisses, his voice husky, now feeling lighter than air as his feelings were now out, no longer eating him up on the inside. You hummed in agreement, feeling the same way, trying to get your heart rate under control. “I care about you too, Wrecker. You’re special to me, more than you know.” You laid against his chest, feeling safe and secure in his arms. You sat there for a moment, entangled in one another, watching as the finale extravaganza erupted above you, the real world coming back into focus.

“Thanks for inviting me out tonight.” You mumbled into his chest as his hands rubbed your back, knowing you had to leave the roof sooner or later, darkness enveloping you as the last firework shimmered out, lights starting to come back on over the city, marking the end of the show.

“Thanks for saying yes. I regret not asking ya sooner…” He chuckled, his deep laugh reverberating in his chest, feeling the vibrations against your entire body as you sat, watching the city glow and come back to life.

“I guess you’ll just have to take me out more often to make up for it.” You glanced up at him, hugging him tighter.

Wrecker grinned, leaning down and giving you a quick, soft kiss. “I plan on it, if you’ll let me. But tonight’s not over yet, do ya want to get dessert?” He mumbled against your lips. “I always have room for seconds, ya know that.”

His eyes flashed with want, emboldened now that he knew you felt the same way as him.

You smirked slightly, feeling Wrecker’s hands wander again up your torso, teasing the bottom of your shirt as yours traced over his neck and down to his back. “We can head back to my place for dessert, if you’d like.” You caught his meaning, wanting nothing more to continue what you had just started. Wrecker grinned, gripping your sides with anticipation.

“Well what are we waiting for!”

You squealed as you were suddenly lifted up with ease, Wrecker carrying you bridal style as he stood up with you in his arms.

“Lead the way.” He rumbled in your ear as he walked you toward the stairs that led off the rooftop.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply at the top of the stairs, your night far from being over. You laughed as he squeezed you tighter, knowing this was the beginning of something wonderful, something sweet.

@wanderer-six I hope you enjoy this Wrecker juice ☺️

#wrecker x reader #wrecker x you #wrecker tbb x reader #the bad batch fanfiction #wrecker tbb #omega tbb #starrycatwrites #the bad batch #clone force 99 #Star Wars fanfiction

[rinwritesfics]

The Popsicle

Plot: Fives and reader share a popsicle in a bit of an unconventional way.

Warnings: Sexually suggestive content, 18+ only please

Word Count: 987

Author's Note: You can especially thank @a-single-tulip, @chicknstripz, @homie-one-kenobi, and @wizardofrozz for this.

You and Fives had a teasing relationship. He’d pop his head into the hangar to see you as often as he could and you’d be under some part of a Republic gunship, fixing it. Generally, he made some inappropriate remark and you would jokingly tell him what to go do with himself, your wink and grin softening the words. It had started to get a little more romantic, though, and while you wanted it to be real, you felt he was just teasing for a laugh.

Lost in your thoughts, someone pulled your shop creeper out from under the ship with you on it and startled you, nearly causing you to drop your wrench on your face.

“Fives!” you yelled, scowling. “A little warning would be nice!”

“Well, how am I supposed to surprise you if you know I’m coming?”

“You don’t! What if I had been holding a blowtorch?”

“You weren’t.”

“And you know this how?”

“Republic safety regulations.”

You squinted your eyes at him, but he only laughed.

“Anyway, how is it I had to find from your coworker that you got shipped to this base without hand-to-hand training?”

You sat up. “It wasn’t relevant. Why were you asking, anyway?”

“I didn’t. They had just mentioned it.”

“What do you want, Fives?”

“I wanna teach you how to punch!”

“What, so I can punch you when you drag my creeper around?”

“Ha! No, so you can defend yourself!”

With a sigh, you glanced back at the ship. “Fives, I need to finish this.”

He shrugged. “Okay, I’ll just wait until you’re done.”

“That punch was okay, but your aim was a bit off, and you’re not protecting your abdomen.” He grabbed your outstretched fist and started to manipulate your posture.

You sighed, heavier than you needed to just to gauge his reaction, then relented. “Hand me the driver. No, the driver. No, it’s on your left.”

* * *

The weather was hotter than you had expected, and being under that gunship was not all that cool. But neither could compare to the heat you felt when he touched you. You watched him, your eyes trailing up his bare arms to his black sleeveless top as he went. You were glad the exercise was hiding things like a blush or a change in your breathing.

He cleared his throat. “Try again.”

You both continued on for almost another half-hour before he declared it was time for a well-deserved break. You agreed and fixed your sleeveless top so it sat more comfortably on you. The glance he gave to your low collar was not missed.

You dug through the cooler and pulled out a blue popsicle and unwrapped it, popping it into your mouth and savoring the cooling relief it brought. Fives made his way over, too, and grabbed a chilled bottle of water, cracking open the cap with a sly grin, watching you suck on the popsicle.

"Is that a tease for later, mesh'la?" he chuckled. You grinned back, then made a show of biting off the tip of the frozen treat, earning a whine in return.

You didn’t know where the bold streak came from, maybe it was his whine, but you said, "Depends, are you willing to beg for it, baby boy? Because if not -"

All of the sudden, Fives pushed you into the shade of the back end of the building, one hand on your hip and the other hand tried to snatch the popsicle out of your grasp. You stuck your arm out, desperately trying to keep him from stealing your one source of relief in this heat.

"Oh, no you don't. You can't distract me so you can steal it, get your own!" you said.

He glanced between you and the treat, already melting in your hand and dripping onto your wrist. "What if I want to taste both?" His voice was a little breathless.

You swallowed thickly. "Both what?"

He put his lips near your ear, "Both you and the popsicle." Then, he trailed his lips down your neck and ghosted them over your arm to your sticky wrist. You went to move your popsicle away, but he grabbed your arm and you froze. With a quick smirk sent your way, he stuck out his tongue and flattened it, slowly licking the sugary juice up your wrist and over your palm. His eyes never left yours and his voice rumbled in his throat, sounding an awful lot like a moan. Your eyes widened and your breath hitched.

"Mm, mesh'la, you taste so good," he said, his voice low and quiet before snatching the popsicle out of your hand. You opened your mouth to protest his trickery, but words didn't come out - no, he touched the melting treat to your neck, the chill making you shiver despite the weather. He then dragged it down your throat from left to right and as far down as he could before your shirt collar stopped him. Juice started to drip down to your sternum and your breath hitched again.

"Fives, we can't do this here, someone's going to catch us," you breathed.

He grinned and shook his head. "No, it’s too hot out here for anyone to care. No one’s going to come find us. We have all the time we could ask for, and I'm going to use every minute of it." He dipped his face to your collar and pulled the material away to flatten his tongue against your skin again and lick up the mess he made, taking his time as your chest heaved with each breath.

“You just fancy the idea of getting caught, don’t you?”

He moved his lips back to your neck, kissing up until he reached your pulse point and said against it, his eyes closed, “I’ve already been caught by you. Nothing else matters.”

Tags: @mylifeisactuallyamess, @techs-feral-wife

#tcw fives #fives x reader #clone wars fives

[wizardofrozz]

Hello Roz! I've got some thoughts on Sawbones I'd love to learn~

From the ask games (if you haven't answered these ones yet!)

favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

So I did answer this one already here but I can definitely elaborate on it! You're welcome to send another ask too (oh no, talking more about my OCs 😂). Thank you for the ask 🖤🖤 be warned, this gets kinda sad 😔

favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

I mentioned in the other ask that Plo Koon got him a cloak after Sawbones joined the Wolfpack. Now during the war, Sawbones didn't wear it often, luckily his pack was big enough that he could keep it tucked in there in case he needed it. However, after order 66, Sawbones wore that cloak as often as possible. It was useful to hide his face when running from the empire but it also reminded him of his general. It was a piece of Plo Koon he had to hang onto, even after the Jedi was gone.

#oc ask game #oc sunday #OC: CT-2697 Sawbones #wizardofrozz asks

[imarvelatthestars]

" i'm simply enjoying the view. it's not every day i get to fuck someone so pretty " hmmm,,, maybe with boba? 👀 but anyone you have a muse for would be perfect hehe - @gummyfang <3

ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, bestie, your brain. you're really onto something here. i will take up any excuse to talk about and simp for my daimyo

18+ boba filth under the cut

If there's one thing Boba prides himself on, it's knowing exactly what to say to make you gush. He finds you bring out something of an inner poet in him, this innate desire to transform his own pleasure into words that will make you squirm and beg, make you squeal until he's had his fill. It's almost as arousing as the act itself.

He knows you get caught in your head sometimes. He'd be lying if he said he didn't do the same, not that he would ever admit it, but it means that he understands, sympathizes. He knows exactly what you need. A steady hand, a spike of pleasure, a gentle affirmation that you're here with him now, everything else is meaningless.

"That's it," he rumbles in that timbre he knows you find so alluring. It helps, of course, that you look like a karking meal all splayed out for him, wet and ripe like a freshly bloomed bud in the morning dew.

Your head tilts up over the swell of your breasts and stomach, past the bunches of your dress that's been drawn high enough for him to see what he desires. Your fingers stutter as you seem to notice his focus, the tight line of his lips.

"Boba?" And oh, how he loves to hear your voice quiver as you attempt to maintain a hint of decorum. As if he isn't about to devour you. "You're so far away."

So he leans in a bit and allows you the touch of his gloves along the inside of your knees. "I'm simply enjoying the view," he chuckles.

Just as he predicted, you squirm and glisten in response, your head falling back onto the bed and your breath catching in your throat. "Fuck. Will you, will you... touch me? Please?"

You have no idea exactly what he has planned, the countless filthy images lining up beneath his skull as he watches you pleasure yourself.

"I will, sarad. But first." The smirk that's been tugging at his mouth cracks into a full grin. "First, I want to see you bloom for me." You start to ask again, to beg, which he silences with a stern expression. "Come now, princess. It's not every day I get to fuck someone as pretty as you."

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#boba fett x reader #boba fett x you #boba fett #x reader #hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the things this man does to me #it's illegal honestly

[kaminocasey]

25 Days of Life Day: Day 8 - Making Gingerbread Houses with Tech

Summary: You're not very good at making gingerbread houses, or patient, but Tech surprisingly is.

A/N: Sorry, I know this one is a bit shorter than the others!! It's been a day lol.

“Actually, darling… it’s supposed to go this way.” Tech tells you, reaching over the table to fix the way that the gingerbread wall is facing. 

You groan, irritated with yourself. “I’m not an architect.”

Tech gives you a small smile, amused. “Of that, I am aware. But, you are sufficient with detail.” He puts his finger up matter-of-factly.

You shrug, deflated. “If you say so.” You’d been trying and failing miserably at putting the Gingerbread house together for the last hour. So much so that it was starting to be too annoying so you decide to just sit and watch Tech get in the zone as he does his. You happily watch as he adds more and more walls and you start to wonder what he’s actually doing until it starts to take shape as an incredibly intricate small mansion with windows and a beautiful tower top. 

“Wow.” You murmur, beyond amazed at the creativity that you didn’t expect Tech to have in him.

“What is it?” He asks, pushing his goggles back up on the bridge of his nose when he looks up at you.

“You. You’re incredible.” Your lips are parted in amazement.

“No need to act surprised.” He goes back to decorating and you smile. 

That’s the thing, though. You’re never surprised with Tech. He’s a creature of habit. Which you don’t mind one bit, because you can be the same way. But this… this is new. You weren’t expecting him to be so good at it. But you suppose coming at it from a mathematical and systematic angle, it makes sense. But the absolute detail of frosting and gumdrops is what surprises you, really.

“Here…” Tech reaches over and ices the edges and puts them together so that you can start decorating. 

You can’t help but smile. He’s always taking care of you in these little ways that never cease to make your chest tighten and warm your insides. How thoughtful he accidentally is. 

“Thank you.” You lean over and kiss him on the cheek, making him go warm in the face.

“Of course, darling.” He murmurs, smiling ever so softly.

What you don’t know is that Tech genuinely enjoys doing these things with you, even if he doesn’t seem like it or seems indifferent toward it. The smile on your face alone makes it worth it to him.

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#25 Days of Life Day #25 Days of Life Day 2023 #tbb tech #tech badbatch #tbb tech x reader #x reader

[reader6898]

Engaged

Pairing: Jesse x female reader

Summary: Jesse asks you to marry him on life day

Warning: none. Just sweet fluff and Jesse being a nervous cutie pie 🥰

A/n: this one made me cry a little so be prepared for some tears

Jesse was nervous.

Today was the day that he would be asking you, the love of his life, to marry him. The two of you had met a year into the war when you had volunteered as a civilian medic and he was one of your patients. Jesse had been with his fair share of women but there had been something about you that drew him to you. You had helped patch him up and sent him on his way.

The next time he saw you was at 79s and after listening to his vod say that if he didn't ask you out they will Jesse finally got the courage to go up to you and asked you out on a date. You agreed and Jesse was ecstatic.

The two of you had been together since and from your first date together Jesse knew that you were the one for him. Now, here he was a year later getting ready to ask you to marry him. With a never ending war going on and a guarantee of no tomorrow Jesse didn't want to miss his chance of marrying you.

Jesse watched you open your life day gifts from your friends and family and as you got closer to getting done he was becoming more nervous.

Of course he had a plan: he wrote you a little card that you would open and when you weren't looking he would get down on one knee and propose.

Jesse watched as you opened your last present and after you showed everyone the sweater you grabbed his card. This was it. The big moment.

You opened the card and read it: "to my loving girlfriend. From the moment you said yes to our first date I knew you were the one for me. Your smile, your laugh, your everything made me the happiest man in coruscant. I don't know where I would be without you. You have made me the happiest man in the entire galaxy. I will love you now and for the rest of my days. So I have just one question? Will you marry me?"

You turned around and found Jesse on one knee with a ring in his hand. You cried as you shook you head. "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes." Jesse slipped the ring on your finger and you held one another in a deep embrace.

Everyone cheered around you as you kissed and Jesse wipes your tears before giving you a keldabe kiss. "I love you, Jesse." "I love you too, cyare."

You pull away and you pour champagne for everyone. You hand glasses to your guests and for the rest of the night the two of you celebrate the future ahead of you.

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#star wars #life day #clone trooper jesse x reader #this one made me cry

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

🚂SMUT TRAIN NEXT STOP: @multi-fan-dom-madness

PROMPT: ❛ let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. ❜

WITH: Mayday

all aboard the train to whoreville. thanks for this ask, friend!! this was a lot of fun; i'm challenging myself to keep these short little ficlets!

Perfect

Summary: Mayday is a tender lover, that is all. Prompt in bold.

Warnings: smut be here, minors be gone; gn!reader, penetrative sex, creampie

Word Count: 357

You love when it’s like this. He’s everywhere, filling your every sense, setting every nerve alight with a pleasure so intense that it’s all-consuming. His forehead pressed against yours, you peer into his dark eyes. If you weren’t already breathless from the way his hips rock against yours, the ardent, fervent adoration in his amber gaze would have stolen the air from your lungs.

Where your bodies join, all sweaty skin and desperate, searching hands, pleasure thrums through you. Even where his beard tickles your face, you want more of it. More of him. His thick cock reaches parts of you that only he can, the stretch immaculate with every shallow thrust. Your legs are folded up, Mayday caging you into a perfect mating press. 

Grasping at his toned back, you moan quietly, the sound only for him. “Mayday.”

“I’ve got you,” he rasps. His breath fans over your face. “Stars, you’re so perfect.” 

Chuckling breathlessly, you cradle the back of his neck and bring his lips down to yours. He meets you eagerly. Lips slotted together in a messy kiss, you groan into his mouth as he continues to rut into you. 

You pull away just enough to mumble against his lips, “N-Need you to cum for me, May.”  

He groans and buries his face in the crook of your neck. The change in angle has you nearly falling apart under him, the pressure against that one spot inside you quickly removing your coherency. Mayday bites into your soft skin; he’s close, too. 

“Fuck,” he pants, his voice low and raspy in your ear. “Let me cum in you, please. I want to fill—you—up.” 

He punctuates his words with strong, deep thrusts—you gasp out a breathless ‘yes’ before shattering for him. Your world condenses to the pulsing of your walls around his throbbing cock as he buries into you. His cum is hot as it fills you, marking you as his and his alone. 

“May,” you pant. Pressing your lips to the swell of his shoulder, you rub aimless designs along his back until he stops shaking. 

“I love you,” he whispers. 

“I love you more.”

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[dystopicjumpsuit]

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

@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.

Suggested Listening: 

This fic smells like: Alpine Vert by Gloss Moderne

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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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