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HELLOOOOO! If it tickles your fancy, I’d love to see where you take this concept… please and thank you… and much love as always!
Actually… I’m gonna include a few, and you can take your pick! 🙈🤓
Crosshair about to confess his love to someone for the first time
Gregor as a beach babe with board shorts and a Hawaiian shirt hanging open 🤣
Howzer… I mean… anywhere really… but maybe embracing his beloved when they’re reunited after he was rescued from the prison transport? That’s where we’re at in the fic I’ve been posting.
But literally anything cute/fun/flirty/sexy with Howwwwwzer 🩵
xoxo
hi lovey!!! i’m so sorry it took me so long to finish these i’ve had a lot going on
if i had more time i would’ve perfected these a little more but i’m happy with them for the amount of time i had to work on them :))
hope these are what you were envisioning! i took a detour on the crosshair one (i was picturing the moment his lover reciprocates their love and pulls him in for a cute forehead touch and he realizes he is safe 🥲)
i also hope your OC is okay!! i didn’t pay a lot of attention to her because i was focused on howzer but still 🫶
and i just KNOW gregor would wear those tourist/dad beach shirts i can feel it in my bones
much love to you!!! enjoy!! <333
FREESIA YOU ARE A BLESSING!!
i did not expect you to write so much for this! and i appreciate it so much!! my jaw was on the ground the entire time reading this 🤩
you NAILED this!
SOOOO ALAN DJ’S JAMAL, EVERY 👏 LITTLE👏 BIT!
the little backstory too was so cute and i always love a good closet smut 😌
thank you sm for bringing this little fantasy of mine to life, i appreciate you soooooo much! you are amazing!
love you!🫶💕
helloooooo!!! super big congrats on the follower celebration!! 🤗🫶
could i please please get the prompt “Someone discovers they like their hair pulled” with Kix please?
buttttt how about it’s the first time he has been intimate with someone after growing his hair out so he had noooo idea he liked his hair being pulled before, but boy oh boy does he LOVE it
sending much love and thank you sm! 💕
Awwww yeahhhh. I hope this hit the nail on the head. It was fun to play out in my imagination. ;) LOL! I have to include this gorgeous art of him as well, by @rosemarynightmares-art <3
Kix x Fem! Reader - Minors DNI - NSFW - 1.5k words - content below the cut
Content Warnings: making out in public, hair pulling, sex in a closet, unprotected P in V, I hate the word creampie because it doesn't seem so dramatic the way I write it but there is mention of what happens after unprotected sex. ;)
It was him. It had always been him. You just didn’t think you would ever actually get your chance. After all, what kind of medic in one of the busiest squads in the GAR would have had the time or opportunity to notice you? Sure, your work took you around his areas on the ship fairly frequently, but you couldn’t have imagined that you’d ever catch his eye.
You even enjoyed your time off in similar ways, either coaxed into debauchery at 79s with your separate groups of friends or sometimes crossing paths in the quieter parts of the planet – an abandoned warehouse with an expansive array of broken-down starships that had a natural walking path around the perimeter that people would frequent. It was as close to a park that the Coruscant underworld would ever get.
He was always cordial, always polite. He had no idea the effect his smile had on you, the way your heart would pound in your ears when you’d watch him run a hand over the tattoos across his head. It was embarrassing, the way he’d captivated you heart and soul with a smattering of conversations that brought depth and insight.
But it had to be him… Sitting alone in a booth, mindlessly scrolling on a datapad. He wore the armor, decorated with proud blue accents across the white. He sported the medic symbol on his shoulder plate. He had the same tendency to part his lips just a hair while reading something and twitch them occasionally as he grew more immersed. But he looked so different. His hair was a stark contrast to the last time you’d seen him – it was in the standard military crew cut, making him nearly indistinguishable from so many of the clones who opted for the default appearance. You could swear you saw a hint of ink poking out near his temple, but with the hazy lighting, it could have just been wishful thinking.
It wasn’t.
Your curiosity got the best of you, and beyond your wildest of dreams, you found yourself deep in conversation with him two hours later, having connected in more ways than you thought possible. It was as though the stars aligned, bringing the two of you together at the perfect time for your ridges and valleys to fit together, creating a soothing, inviting, intoxicating presence for one another. The effervescent spark of excitement was dancing between the two of you as you recounted missions and duties, humors and gripes. It had exploded into a blaze when you both felt inexplicably drawn to one another, alight with desire as your faces drew together in the booth. His kiss had been gentle at first, polite and respectful. He moved his head against you, slowly opening up into more passion.
“I want…” you began, smothered by the repeated caress of his lips on yours, “...to go where…” He wasn’t letting up, flickering his tongue against yours before releasing you for a breath. You tried to finish your sentence, “...we can–” His mouth covered yours entirely, a single hand on the outside of your thigh searing into your skin and fanning the flame. You dug your fingers into his hair, gripping a handful and pulling it back firmly to allow yourself to talk. He groaned loudly, and both of your eyes snapped open, each finding their look of surprise mirrored on the other’s face.
You felt almost feral in response, and he got a glimmer in his eye as you tightened your fist around his locks again, swinging your leg over to straddle him in the booth. Your back banged into the edge of the table, eliciting a growl from you at the sharp disruption. But it worked in your favor; the sound you made had provoked him as well, and his hands were heavy on your hips and thighs as his mouth worked its way to your neck, raking his teeth across your pulse before lavishing it with kisses and suggestive swipes of his tongue. It sent a shiver down your spine, and when his hand hungrily grasped your breast through your clothes, you were seeing stars.
He moaned at the feel of you tensing and writhing against him, the pure hunger radiating from you joining his own and stoking the fire. The next thing you knew, he had scrambled out of the booth, pulling you with him, and the two of you were locked in a supply closet with a broom handle jammed through the door. Clothes and armor plates were hitting the ground in reckless abandon, and then you were both naked, love-drunk and heavy-lidded as you gazed at each other in the almost complete darkness. The light peeking under the door was the only illumination, but it was enough for your hands to find each other’s bodies, caressing and grabbing as you came together again.
His hard length rutted against your thigh, his hands ravishing your breasts with increasing firmness that had you whining for more. He lifted you onto a crate, spreading your legs and moving between them before lowering his head to your chest. All it took was the flat of his tongue lapping across one nipple for your back to arch, offering yourself up to his appetite, cradled by his strong arm below you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, hands raking up his shoulder blades and burying themselves in his hair again. He rumbled his desire, growing in intensity as your fingers teased tingle-inducing patterns on his scalp.
“You seem to like this,” you whispered, and your nipple escaped his mouth with a soft pop as he lifted his head to lean against yours.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me” he said breathlessly, hands roving your body again. He scooped you closer to him, leaning you flat onto your back on the crates and pressing himself up against you. It was intoxicating – his scent and sound all around you, the muscles in his forearm tightening beneath your hand as he held himself up with it beside your head, the movement of his torso as he ravaged you passionately, the thick thigh and irresistible butt you couldn’t help but grab and squeeze. Your knees moved up toward your shoulders, guided by his gentle hands, and it tilted your hips upward where they met his hard cock, gliding against your folds in a tantalizing implication of what was to come.
You breathed his name, heaving chest grazing his as he lowered himself on you, being careful not to crush you but perfectly paralyzing you with both weight and intensity. He stole a kiss before working his way back down your torso, lavishing it with kisses and love bites. Your hands found his head again, and you splayed your fingers across his scalp, tightening them and feeling him shudder. His response was undeniable, provoking you to coax him on. Pivoting your hips to grind against his, you ran your fingers through his hair again and again, moaning your satisfaction as he pressed against you again. When he sank in, slowly and lusciously, groaning until he bottomed out with his thick shaft against you, you tightened your grip on his hair, sending him to the next level.
You raked your fingernails down the back of his neck as he dragged his cock out, making you gasp slightly as he blew a gentle puff of air toward your pussy. It was tingly and cool, and you were still shivering from it when he pushed into you again, filling you perfectly and making you ache for him to rock into you repeatedly. You pulled him against you, wrapping your legs around him as he thrust deeper, experimenting with angles and listening to your moans and sighs as he increased the intensity of his passionate movements.
Something in him had been kindled by you, and he slid his thumb against your clit, your silky arousal making his circular strokes smooth and gratifying. You were coming in no time, chin pressed to your chest as you whined his praises. Waves of pleasure reverberated throughout you, and his heavy breathing gave way to more vulnerable vocalizations as he climaxed, right at the same time as you because this is perfect fantasy. You were still riding out your own high as his thrusting slowed and became erratic, milking every last drop from his throbbing cock until he came to a halt, leaning with a hand on the crates on either side of you as he slid out, still dripping as he turned to search for his clothes. You felt the tickle between your legs, mumbling your thanks as he handed you your own attire, and did your best to clean yourself up with what you had. When you’d both assumed some semblance of normalcy, despite the random tufts of hair poking in odd directions, he opened the closet door, poking a head out first.
“All clear?” you asked playfully, still glowing from all that had transpired.
“Absolutely packed,” he answered, turning to grin at you helplessly.
“Hm. Well hey,” you said in a bright tone, “I love the new haircut…”
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CAN I CRAWL INTO THIS FIC AND STAY FOREVER?!!
literally everything about this is amazing and perfect and everything i could dream it to be!!
more ranting below the cut
i don’t know how you managed to make this so comforting and cute but SOOO sexy too
like omega is so cute in this! and the scene with her getting crosshair to catch the fireflies WAS PRECIOUS and honestly i was slightly emotional
just the idea alone of hunter singing songs around a campfire has me so soft i can’t
and UGH THE MERMAID HAIR FLIP yep i needed that so much
this is so thought out and i am in awe
i am such a fan of this holy shit i could keep going, so excited for what’s to come!!! 🫶💕
𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕒 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕝𝕪, 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕘𝕠 ⋆*･ﾟ 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣
ᴘᴛ ɪ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴇ. ᴘᴛ ɪɪ ꜱᴛᴀᴠᴇ. ᴘᴛ ɪɪɪ ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏ. ᴘᴛ ɪᴠ ꜱɪɴ. ᴘᴛ ᴠ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ. ᴘᴛ ᴠɪ ꜱᴇɴᴅᴏꜰꜰ.
➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ꜱᴇʀɢᴇᴀɴᴛ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
➼ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ☆ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴇɴᴛᴀɴɢʟᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜰʟᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ꜰʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴄᴏᴜɴꜱᴇʟᴏʀ.
➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴀᴜ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴡᴀʀꜱ ʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, (ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟ) ᴘɪɴɪɴɢ, ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ, ꜱᴋɪɴɴʏ ᴅɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ, ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴠ-ʟɪɴᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ (ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴀɢꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ/ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴊᴜꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ)
➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 2.9ᴋ
➼ ᴘᴏᴠ ☆ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ
⋆ ★ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜰᴇꜱᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡᴇᴇᴋꜱ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴍ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ. ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪʀꜱᴛʏ ᴄʟᴏɴᴇ ꜱɪᴍᴘꜱ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏʀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʜʏᴘɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ/ʙʀᴀɪɴꜱᴛᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ, ʏ'ᴀʟʟ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀꜰᴜʟ :) ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!
⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ
“1!”
“2!”
“3!”
“4–”
Two people call the number out simultaneously, audible groans leaving multiple girls as they have to start over. Water ripples around you, hands in a steady grip around your oar as you watch your campers row their way across the lake in front of you. Your eyes flit to Omega leading the group with a bright, excitable stare, dirty blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, a cap shielding her face from the glaring sun.
“It’s alright, everyone!” She beams, careening back and forth as she rows. “We can start over!”
With a smile, you nod and add,
“As long as we don’t fall too behind.” You gesture ahead of you, toward the obscured view of a cluster of canoes no doubt belonging to the Cedar cabin. At the mere mention of them, the girls groan and row faster; they don't wish to face the scrutiny they’d be subjugated to by those immature, adolescent boys.
Not that they weren’t all too dissimilar.
You could swear no matter how many times you’ll force them to clean up and clear the floors of the Maple Cabin, it’ll once again become a disheveled heap of clothes and personal belongings by the time it’s lights out. Omega began to help you lead, reminding them as they leave the bathroom not to leave all their possessions on the counter and shower rack and to toss their clothes in the laundry pile.
She’s helpful, no doubt. You’ll have to ask Tech to promote her to CIT next year.
They start the game again.
“1!”
“...2!”
“3!”
“4!”
There’s a pause.
“5.”
“6!”
“7–”
“Oh, come on! ” Betty whines. You can’t help but giggle silently and look down so no one sees your smile.
It’s not long before you near the Cedar Cabin and hear their attempt at the game still going on. In the corner of your eye, Hannah gawks while Omega scrunches her nose.
“22!”
“23!”
“24!”
“25!”
“26–”
This time, when two people call out the same number simultaneously, just as Maple had done before, they only groan playfully and say confident affirmations of ‘we’ll get it next time,’ flashing a mischievous glint toward the girls. Omega tries to hide the grit of her teeth. You can tell she’s not pleased, however.
But there’s no time to focus on that when you hear that husky voice.
"Having trouble?”
You look to your right, then immediately look away with instinct, hiding your widening eyes.
He’s wearing a tank top.
Hunter is a new counselor this year. Alongside all of his brothers and sister, Omega, he’s already become a new favorite. Every night by the campfire once he’s finished leading the camp in songs, Cedar and Sycamore Cabin crowd around him, asking him to teach them guitar or how to carve wood as good as he does, where he gets his cool maroon-colored bandanas and the story behind his striking skeleton tattoo on one side of his body. Even the girls have begun fawning over him; Cilla and Betty frequently ask Omega questions about her older brother, not-so-discreetly calculating the age difference between them. The older girls in the Pine cabin don’t shy away from blatant flirting, always asking him for help to apply sunscreen before a day of swimming, twirling their hair as he tells them not to get in too much trouble.
He’s agreeable, he’s handsome, he’s incredibly good with kids; it seems as though the entire camp can’t help but swarm.
You, however? You can’t even look him in the eye.
If you did, you're pretty sure you would dissolve into a buzzing mess.
“Yeah, they haven’t made it past ten yet,” You tell him, readjusting your cap a little lower to bedim your face further. It’s not the sun that’s making your cheeks so hot.
“Hm.” It’s just a hum that comes out of his voice, rumbling his chest. You take another slow breath and begin rowing again. You call out to your girls, telling them to move forward now that you’ve caught up with the rest. As you follow behind, the looming shadow of Hunter’s figure remains on your right. He’s not looking in your direction, and you’re not so disillusioned to think otherwise, but you still feel passing looks, occasional yet piercing. Like he’s trying to pinpoint the features under your cap.
“Well, alright, Maple,” He says. “I see Crosshair by the shore with his boys. We shouldn’t keep `him waiting.”
“Yeah, we shouldn’t,” You agree, silently exhaling darkly and rowing beside him in continued silence.
-
The hike takes longer than usual; between detours for campers to do their business awkwardly behind a tree and the younger boys straying from the group getting lost about halfway through, Crosshair is left almost ready to burst. The sight of him so irritated is amusing, no doubt, but you know not to even try to interact with him unless you want an arrow right between your eyes. Why he always carry his bow with him, you're still unsure.
“Alright, everyone, get out your jars,” You instruct the group after reaching the top of the hill, creating a circle in the clearing. The sky is still painted with passionate oranges and yellows, but in just a few minutes the sun will descend and what you’re waiting for shall appear.
“Remember, be careful once you do catch them,” Hunter reminds everyone. Your eyes can’t help but flicker in his direction; it’s instinct to look at whoever’s talking; with Hunter, you've still yet to learn not to. “Don’t shake the jar too hard, don’t cover the airholes, and remember to let them out before we all leave. Understood?”
“Yes, Hunter!”
The yellows and oranges slowly darken as the night arrives promptly, blanketing you all in darkness. Until, only a few moments later, there is a small blink of lime. Then another. Then five. All around you, do the fireflies beacon your spot, fluttering around you in swarms. There are awes, mostly from the girls as the boys mutter emasculated versions of reverence, which you can’t deny makes you laugh.
With the twinkles of lights wrapped around you, you slowly open your jar to catch a few effortlessly. Betty turns your way, astonished, which seems to attract the attention of Cilla and Hilary as well.
“How did you do it so easily?” Hilary asks.
You grin, looking down at your jaw with a soft look of humility.
“I did this all the time when I was your age,” You explain. “And a lot more times after that. Practice.”
Their mouths form tiny o-shapes and they nod, quickly going to try and catch a few themselves.
“Where did Omega run off to?” You say them before you lose their attention.
Kayla points to where Crosshair stands stiffly.
“With her brother. I think she’s trying to get him to do it too.”
You look over as the girls skitter off. Omega still has that sweet smile of hers as she holds up his wrists in a tight grip, mouth moving to tell him what no doubt is an encouragement to try himself. Crosshair still has a frown on his face but does as she says, and his face slowly softens when he catches one without any hesitation with just his hand.
"Good job!" She cheers, before calling out, "Hunter, look! Crosshair caught one!"
The firefly flickers in his palm, the lime seeping through the small air holes between his fingers.
"Wasn't too bad, right?" Omega tilts her head, smiling as she watches Crosshair's expression play out. His eyes remain glued to his hand.
"It wasn't," He responds.
It’s not very long before he lets it go.
It gives you time to look back down at your jaw, lifting it up to your face. You tilt your head in fascination, and you don't even realize the smile creeping up on you until your cheeks begin to hurt a little.
“Having’ a good time?”
Your heart leaps, then your instinct does that stupid thing again and turns to the sound of Hunter’s voice (How do you forget that he’s still attached to that gorgeous body?). You look back instantly.
“I am,” You mutter, looking up to see the fireflies flit through the night. Striking against the navy sky, they still don’t manage to brighten the night enough for you to get a clear view of anyone’s face. Hunter included. At least that makes this easier.
“Your girls seem to be having fun.”
Even in the darkness, the fleeting lights manage to give you a sight of Hannah catching her first firefly, smiling proudly before turning to show the others.
“Yeah, they are,” You let yourself smile as well. A familiar shiver rushes through you with a feeling of a stare dancing feather-light over your skin. This time, you’re not disillusioned at all; Hunter’s eyes are on you. That’s definitely not nerve-wracking at all.
“Looks like they have a lot of fun with you,” He continues. You instinctively, foolishly, turn his direction and just manage to see the faded view of his profile while he talks. He turns to you. You stare at his nose instead of even trying to make eye contact.
“Really?” Your voice comes out softer, weaker than you expect. You wince internally in embarrassment.
Hunter nods, and in your foggy view, his lips seem to curve up in what looks like a grin.
“I’ve seen you with them,” The mere idea of what that connotates makes you take a deep breath and bite your lip. At all costs, you make sure not to do anything crass. “They connect with you a lot. Especially Omega.”
Your body relaxes. You’d prefer not to use the word soften just yet, lest you wanted to feel so pliant to even the merest compliment.
“She’s a great kid.”
“She is,” He responds. There’s a pause; you expect the conversation to end, but then he starts talking again. Hunter hisses in another breath. “You know… Omega doesn’t exactly have a real woman, er, influence in her life.”
You tilt your head, eyebrows knitted. It begs a silent question that Hunter seems to pick up on.
“Yeah, it’s just me and my brothers and her,” A noise slips out of you, something bordering on an empathetic coo, though it inevitably sounds just like a hum. “So… you’ve been a great influence.”
Your lips part delicately, suddenly so unbearably soft.
“Really?” You repeat. It seems your vocabulary doesn’t expand more than 3 words when talking to Hunter.
He nods, then leans in. You almost pull away in your flushed surprise.
“Don’t tell her I said this…” He whispers. The way his voice rasps and holds onto his words so quietly makes you want to feel his voice even closer, straight in your ear. You don’t inch further. “...But she says you’re like the sister she never had.”
The admittance is intimate, you realize once he finishes his sentence. A sweet little secret between you two, and suddenly, you’re smiling like a damn near fool.
“That’s very nice to hear,” You say, feeling your cheeks burn a little hotter when Hunter grins back. “Thank you for telling me that.”
He tilts his chin down as a way of acknowledgment.
“`Of course, Maple.”
Before anything else can be said, Wesley runs up to the two of you, gripping Hunter’s bicep and shaking it furiously.
“Owen smushed one of the fireflies!” He says in distress, eyes wide as he points over to where the other boys are staring in horror at Owen’s palm. Hunter turns to you immediately before responding to him.
“Gotta deal with this,” He says in a mutter, just low enough so Wesley doesn’t hear. “It was nice talking to you.”
You blink, adjusting to the sudden change in atmosphere.
“Yeah, yeah,” You stammer. “Real nice.”
Those eyes you can’t seem to look into give you another look before he leaves you with sweaty palms, gripping your jar like a madman.
-
At the bonfire later that night, you don’t dare to look up from your feet.
Somehow, talking to Hunter has made your silly little infatuation even worse. You’ve seen the way he attentively focuses in on whoever he’s talking to, giving them his full attention to make them feel listened to and special; to finally receive such attention has made you positively giddy. Panicked, but giddy nonetheless.
Around the campfire, you hum softly to the tune he leads the group in while your cabin belts proudly.
Hunter has a very nice singing voice; you discover this the first week when he first offered up his skills to lead the camp in songs and games every night.
You almost looked into his eyes then that first time, watching him strum simple chords on his guitar, singing simple camp songs in the most gruff, lovely voice, and encouraging others to join. But that was a while ago. Now fear stops you from getting close to that ever again.
Like last time, the Pine cabin immediately surrounds him, perfectly poised postures and smiles put on for his viewing pleasure.
“How’d you get so good?” A girl named Sherine asks while leaning in, reaching out to run her fingers over the guitar strings. Hunter tenses. At least that’s what it looks like to you.
”Practice,” He answers bluntly, before continuing to answer each of their questions.
Pine’s counselor, Mona, walks up beside you with a chuckle.
”Those girls…” She sighs, shaking her head softly. “Don’t they realize how much older he is compared to them? Don't most of them have boyfriends anyway?”
You giggle and nod along with her observations, trying to ignore the feeling of eyes on you recurring as Hunter’s gaze wanders.
As the girls finally get ready for bed, combing their hair and changing into their pajamas, someone tugs at your sleeve, once twice, five times. You turn, looking down at Omega's wide, doe-eyes.
“Something wrong?” You ask.
Her eyes search yours, frantic.
“...I think I forgot my book down by the lake.”
You huff, almost surprised by her audacity.
“Can’t you just wait until the morning?” You offer instead.
Omega shakes her head, a frown on her lips.
“I can’t go to sleep without reading!” She insists. You arch your eyebrows and place your free hand on your hip, but she doesn’t budge. You sigh.
“Fine,” You say, kneeling to mutter quietly, “You’re in charge if anything goes wrong while I’m getting it. If Tech comes by for lights-out inspection, tell him I’m in the bathroom. Got it?”
Omega nods, saluting with a grin.
“On it!” She says, then adds graciously, “Thank you so much .”
It’s hard not to let yourself smile a little at her before leaving through the door, quietly creeping down to the lake.
The crickets chirping is a nice little sound to keep yourself grounded in the darkness. It might've been wiser to bring a flashlight, you realize, but it isn't that long of a walk anyway. You listen to the sound of your own steps and watch the rustling of leaves overhead, the moonlight peaking through and illuminating the path ahead of you. In the distance, that same flickering of fireflies from the top of the hiking trail gives you a little, just a little more sight to make your way down the steep path and to the shore of the lake.
Your eyes dart around the dock, looking for Omega’s book. You’re unsure what it looks like; you probably should’ve asked her. You slowly walk closer, ensuring that your feet don’t crunch a leaf or snap a twig, before creeping up where the water meets the rocks. A heap of clothes is laid there, messily thrown on top of each other.
That’s strange. And highly unlikely that someone just forgot their clothes at the lake and returned to camp bare.
The water ripples slowly, and a figure moves languidly under the break. The large rock to your right suddenly becomes the perfect spot to perch behind as you watch whatever is swimming around.
You take another look at the pile of clothes. Under what seems like regular jean shorts, a slip of red peaks through and meets the ground. Squinting your eyes, you almost gasp when you realize what it is.
Hunter’s bandana.
Suddenly, something bursts out of the water. You almost squeak in your shock, but keep silent. Only your eyes slowly peak over the rock as you see long, dark hair flip backward in a spray of water, a broad chest taking a large breath of fresh air, just going to its hips before slowly shifting back down into the water. You only see that prominent V-Line for just a few moments, a split second of vulnerability Hunter doesn’t even know he’s exposing, for you to gasp so, so silently into your chest.
He’s naked.
Holy shit, he’s naked.
And he looks damn good too.
He slowly moves around in the water, head leaned back as he relaxes, barely letting his hips reach the surface. This is not good, this is an absolute violation of his privacy, why the fuck can’t you look away?
You force yourself to, however, once he looks as though he’s about to leave. His strong arms reach to hold his hair back from his face, wringing it, and you make your run for it, having little regard for making more noise than you did when you first arrived.
Panting and disheveled, face and ears red, you return to your cabin.
“Did you find my book?” Omega asks once you come through the door.
“Couldn’t,” You answer, automatically and robotically, before hiding your face in your pillow and suppressing a scream.
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i hope i haven’t already reblogged this bc i’m doing it again 🤭
THIS GETS ME EVERYTIME 👏
amazing work ily
𝕜𝕟𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣 ⋆*･ﾟ
➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx (ꜰ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴋɴɪꜰᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴋɴɪᴠᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴅʀᴏᴏᴍ (ɴᴏ ᴄᴜᴛꜱ ɪɴꜰʟɪᴄᴛᴇᴅ), ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴏꜰ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅᴀʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ, ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪɴᴋ
⋆ ★ ʏᴇᴀʜ ɪᴍ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʟᴛʜ ʙᴀʙᴇꜱ.
➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ
⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ
If Hunter had known you’d react like this, he would have brought it up long ago.
He tells you about the certain fantasy taking up too many of his thoughts on a peaceful night in your apartment. You’re straddling his lap, hands resting on his chest after he pushes you off of his lips to look you in the eye dead-on and talk about something rather serious, in his words.
It doesn't take someone with heightened senses to notice how his finger twitches against your arm and his eyes keep drifting away, breath picking up with each passing second. He’s nervous. You can’t understand why.
“I want to try something new. In the bedroom, I mean,” He says finally, eyes drifting back to you; he's almost surprised at how perplexed you seem. Your eyebrows knit together and two fingers pinch the fabric of his shirt, absentmindedly yet so deliberate.
You nod for him to explain. Hunter clicks his tongue.
“I’m not sure how you’ll like it.”
You tilt your head.
“What do you mean?” You say.
He shrugs dismissively. His hand, once resting on your hip, pulls away and rubs the back of his neck tensely.
“It’s not very…” He begins. “Conventional. You could say.”
You can feel how he tenses; falls further into his mind the longer you stay silent. So quickly you guide his head back to look at you, flashing him a kind smile.
“Hey,” You say softly; your eyes lock to each other. They stay glued, even under the pressure, the anxiety he carries in his chest. “It’s okay, baby. You can tell me.”
The tension weakens but doesn’t completely dissolve.
“`Just don’t want you to freak out, or think I’m weird…”
You shake your head and lean in further, pressing his entire warm body to yours. A delightful hum simmers in his throat and you grin in satisfaction.
“I would never think that. Even if I’m not up for it, or it doesn’t end up working out.”
A calming breeze flows through the little space that separates the two of you.
“You… you mean it, mesh’la?”
You huff.
“Of course,” You respond.
With that, he eases completely, his strayed hand returning to your hips and squeezing it assuredly.
Your response to his actual suggestion he doesn’t expect either.
Not that he's complaining at all. A part of him didn't even imagine he'd make it this far. So he has to draw a few lines.
You set up a few ground rules before the two of you even consider finally bringing them into the bed. Firstly, he doesn’t want to hurt you; though you said drawing a little blood wouldn’t be too big of a deal, he insists that if he accidentally trails deep enough to cut everything has to stop immediately.
He can’t imagine, can’t live with himself if he were to actually, genuinely hurt you; physically or mentally. It’s an absolute no. He encourages you greatly to use your color system and the safeword at any point as well; even if he isn’t to cut you, there’s absolutely no way he’d allow himself to make you feel uncomfortable.
"Are you absolutely sure about this?" He asks one last time while hovering above you, one hand interlocked with yours besides your head and the other slowly moving up and down your stomach, rubbing the soft skin not covered by the simple lingerie you decided to wear. It was an older set that you did like, but you wouldn't mind being destroyed, especially at the hands of Hunter.
You nod eagerly, almost desperate.
"At this point, you're just teasing me," You sigh. Hunter laughs, but it dies in his throat when you push your hips up to grind against his crotch. You can both feel his cock throb in his boxers and he groans in delight.
"Just get on with it," You complain.
Hunter smiles at your desperation and leans in for a kiss, eyes remaining half-lidded when he pulls away half an inch.
"Your wish is my command," He purrs into your mouth.
Seemingly out of nowhere, the hand once trailing patterns over her stomach spins a vibroblade between thick, dexterous fingers. Your eyes widen, but not in shock; you bite your lip to contain the excitement over your face.
Slowly, gingerly but with steady hands, he places it next to your face, the spot under your jaw, and holds it there for a long pause. Not once do your eyes trail and look down to where he places the knife; they keep intense eye contact with his.
Only then, staring down at you with so much utter control, does something click in his brain for him. You look so much like a bounty, someone he must capture and take to a commanding officer. For a moment, he doesn't see you, the beautiful woman he loves; he sees a shaky, disobedient captive who needs to be put in her place. He's hunted down and caught you in a web of lust, under the watchful stare of a knife and his scary glow.
Fuck, that's hot. His cock grows at the mere thought.
Hunter trails the vibroblade lower, softly spinning it to press the blunt end into the skin of your neck. You gasp and look away for a split second, trying to stop yourself from moving too much. He squeezes the hand interlocked with yours a little tighter in response.
"Don't squirm too much," He says, less of a command and more of a precaution. "Can't risk any slip-ups."
You look at him with your mouth forming a tight 'o' shape, nodding.
"Right. Sorry."
He smiles warmly.
"No need to apologize."
As he speaks, he twirls the vibroblade in his hand, swiftly moving it between his fingers in front of you. You hold your breath as if you worried he would mess up and drop it, but the both of you know better than to think such lowly things of him. He takes it again between his thumb and index finger and pulls it against the strap of your bra, slowly trailing up and down with so much precision, teasing and slow but doesn't cut through it.
"Kriff, you're gorgeous," He praises. You bite your lip to contain your smile and gaze up. He doesn't budge and cups your other breast, softly kneading it as he stares at you with a suffocating gaze of worship. "Like a little gift I get to open up."
You squeak and squeeze his hand, encouraging him to keep going. He's taking way too fucking long, and seeing him taunt and tease you with the vibroblade made you absolutely soak through your panties.
"Then unwrap me for goodness sake!" You whisper yell at him. He chuckles against the swell of your breast and leaves a sweet kiss over the swell of it as he finally cuts through the strap of your bra.
The next one he cuts through quickly afterward and he slowly pushes the fabric down and frees your chest. He fondly holds them, adoration in his eyes as he dips down to give another soft kiss. Hunter has seen you bare many times before, but he still looks at you and worships you like it is the first every time. Your hand squeezes his again and you can feel the soft graze of the vibroblade dropping beside your arm.
"Just look at you," He says in awe. Your face heats up.
His thumbs run over your nipples simultaneously and you sigh, slowly leaning up and keening to his touch. "Such a pretty thing."
You smile, entirely uncontained as his eyes are trained on your breasts and sigh a soft 'thank you,' reveling in his touch.
Unexpectedly he flips you over and you yelp, your feet rising up and almost hitting him right in the face; but he takes the back of your calves and pins them down before anything can happen.
"Be still, baby," He tells you, and you feel the vibroblade trail down your body again. He starts at the top of your back, and you try to relax as best as you can, body still tingling with anticipation and uncertainty the entire time. You feel claustrophobic just knowing he is staring you down with intense, dilated brown eyes you'll never get sick of.
He's everywhere; he's everything.
Eventually, he reaches the swell of your ass, and his large warm hand comes to one cheek, softly gripping and moving it to his liking. You're unsure of what he's doing; probably admiring the view, yes, but there's something different to how he holds you. But that's when you feel the vibroblade slip through the hem of your panties.
You take in a large, high-pitched breath; The knife was less than an inch away from your cunt, dampening with each passing second in anticipation of what was to come next, what he might do.
You don't have to wait long. With a quick swipe, he cuts through the panties and tears them away, almost whiplashing against your skin with how quick it is. All of a sudden, you're bare to him, and there is a light thump on the mattress, and the hand once holding the knife holds your other asscheeks.
He spreads you and without any notice nudges his nose against your entrance. You yelp and kick your feet. He pushes you further down.
"You gotta stop squirming, baby."
You whimper and lean your head on the pillow, allowing yourself to get as comfortable as possible. His hand trails up your body again, and the familiar feeling of the vibroblade against your skin rushes through you again and you shiver. Hunter isn't fazed.
"I'm gonna eat you out and keep the vibroblade against your neck."
When you yelp in surprise at his words, he squeezes your thigh as a warning.
"Every noise or movement you make, I'll press it against you harder. So be a good girl for me and let me enjoy my meal."
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wip poll game!
thank you sm for the tags @wolffegirlsunite and @ladyzirkonia !!!
this is so fun! and i’m so happy to be included! love you guys! 💕
Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received.
PLEASE NOTE instead of writing, I’m going to be simply starting the winning wip and posting a progress sketch!!
so sorry for the inactivity i am in the process of moving! i was just able to squeeze in enough time to get this poll up
(@freesia-writes your other two requests are finished which is why they aren’t listed above 🤩)
normally i’d drop some tags but i am a little late to this and honestly don’t have time to go and look to see who has done it yet or not, so this is an invite to participate!! pls tag me if you do!!
the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object
A timelapse of an average day in the TBB house.
Ive decided the family has finally moved into a bigger house and now everyone gets their own room. Gonky is still doing well.
Wrecker and Hunter quit their construction jobs, Wrecker decided he was gonna apply to the local fire department. He got hired and is now in their fire academy. Hunter is still looking for work, but is taking the time to spend more time with Omega. (If anyone has any suggestions of what he would be good at let me know).
🫡🫡 thank you sir
thought I'd share this. Thank you Captain!
i need a jesse cuddle right 👏 now👏
Hey lovey! I know I said about ten minutes. But those were ADHD minutes, so I apologize if the wait was longer. Not so much if shorter 🤣
Anyhow, here is the quote!
“may my heart
be the softest place you fall,
may this love
be the wildest place you run”
I am eager to see which clone boy you feel vibes with this! 🩵
This is screaming Jesse Jesse Jesse! I’m only a little biased towards him 😅💙💙
Jesse’s a wild thing at heart. Disciplined because it’s required of him, and he’s nothing if not a good soldier.
But his true nature is the sort of kind chaos that lets him stay up all night to dance with you, or to hold you while you cry.
Jesse will love you, care for you, and keep you safe. You are his and he is yours. It’s certain, and comforting and familiar.
But the chaos is still present, humming under his skin, dancing in his eyes, curling his lips into that mischievous smirk. It’s the chaos in him that brings you out of your shell, pushes you to try harder, to want more, to be more.
You are always safe and sound, but when you want to explore that facet of yourself that scares you a little because you were told it wasn’t polite or not a part of you that should be nurtured, he’ll be there encouraging you, eager to enjoy who you are in every form you take.
QUE THE TEARS 😭
Hey love! Here with that quote i was talking about!
“may my heart
be the softest place you fall,
may this love
be the wildest place you run”
Let your inspiration flow and decide which clone boy this vibes best for! 🩵
DUDE I was struck with instant inspiration when I saw this. That is a beautiful quote! This was almost stream of conscious writing and I am actively in love with it. Thank you so much for this prompt!
Wedding Speech
Pairing: Echo x Reader
W/C: 490
Warnings: None, slightly emotional but happy, so much fluff
The clinking of glasses fills the room, slowly at first until the cacophony echoes through the hall. The chatter of conversation falls away in much the same way, ending with a deafening silence.
You steady your breathing, actively keeping the tremor in your hands minute enough that you can read off your datapad. Opening your mouth, you realize you forgot your own glass. You hurriedly grab it before looking out at your family and friends, the warmth from their gazes flooding you.
“Welcome,” you say, letting your voice rise from your chest to carry through the room. “Thank you all for coming to celebrate our wedding. I know it was a long time coming.” A gentle laughter rolls from table to table, a few teasing looks are tossed your new husband’s way.
Husband. The word still felt odd, foreign. But so right it fills you with certainty.
“I promise I won’t keep you long. I just have a few words for my husband, and I wanted you all to hear them, too. They would have been vows, but someone didn’t get around to writing his.”
Playful jeering has your spouse rolling his eyes and shouting at his brothers. “We were literally running from the Empire!” His reasonable defense garners no sympathy. You are clearly their favorite.
When the roar calms to a whisper, you continue.
“My love, I know the road you’ve walked has not been an easy one. Some parts were quite lonely. My own has had some rough bumps, too. And while I wish I could take away your pain, I can’t regret the circumstances that brought you to me.
“Now, our paths have merged into one. I cannot promise the road ahead of us will be smooth. In fact, we both know it likely won’t be. But what I can promise is that you will never again walk it alone.”
You hear and feel your voice shaking, but it still rings clear and loud. You take a quick, shallow breath, knowing you are going to lose your composure as soon as you lift your eyes to meet your husband’s. A smile overtakes your lips without conscious thought as you vision blurs.
“No matter what we face, I pray that my heart will be the softest place you fall, and this love be the wildest place you run. I love you, Echo.”
You blink at your tears, forcing them over your lids to slide down your cheeks. With clearer vision, you can finally see how Echo is looking at you with the softest eyes you’ve ever seen. All the love that fills your heart to bursting is reflected back at you in his eyes.
He stands and in one quick step, his arm is around you and his lips are on you, kissing you deeply. Claiming you in front of everyone who means something to you for the second time that day.
“I love you so much, cyar’ika.”
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the second i saw the temple mural in rebels i knew i had to do this
[Image ID: A mural-style drawing of Anakin, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka styled after the mural of the Mortis gods seen in Rebels. Ahsoka is on the right in her white robe and carrying her scepter, a morai perched on her shoulder. Obi wan is in the middle in his Jedi robes, one hand raised. The Jedi Order symbol is behind his head. Anakin stands on the right, with one half of his face obscured by his Darth Vader mask. His hand is clenched into a fist.]
Version without noise (along with me ranting about couple details I'm way too proud of) under the cut:
The beams of light are emanating from the Jedi Order symbol for Obi-Wan, but for Anakin and Ahsoka they are centred on Obi-Wan's heart
The beams emanating from Obi-Wan all reach the edge of the canvas, but for Anakin and Ahsoka some are incomplete
The colours circling their hands are indicative of their lightsaber colours
The light circling Anakin's hand is tinged blue in Obi-Wan's direction
The light circling Ahsoka's hand is primarily white, but tinged in green, and tinged blue in Anakin's direction
AHHHHH SO CUTE!
thank you so much Isa! Can’t wait to go star gazing with Kix! 🤭
congrats on the milestone!!!! sending you love 🫶 (and wrecker huge because you always bestow them onto us so you should get some too🥰)
name: i go by h on here but my real name is hanna (you are the first to know!)
pronouns: (she/her)
style/aesthetic: i wear a lot of graphic tees and fishnets (my fav combo), a little on the alt side but i do wear a lot of 70s themed outfits too, room style is maximalist to the extreme, i have posters halfway across my ceiling because i have so many 😭
hobbies: anything creative (designing, drawing, painting) but i also collect records and write a little on the side, also i read! (obvi) i like making things so every now and then i’ll have a little DIY project
first date location: stargazing! i love to look at stars and just vibe with someone :)
thank you for everything you do! 💕 and congrats again
Thank You!! Wrecker Hugs are the best hugs, sorry Hardcase but you know it's true.
Isa: Hanna! I just interviewed a man I think you would do well with. He appreciates creativity! And your style of date is very much in line with his.
He's laid back but is still very confident and innovative. He can be quite creative himself. He's very supportive of those around him and is very loyal.
He also has this stunning haircut!
I think a Star Gazing excursion with Kix would be a wonderful choice for you. Patient enough to just hang out, but enough of a conversationalist to keep it from being uncomfortable.
Hope you have a lovely time!
Isa Mio
Sunshine's 10th Anniversary Celebration
DEEJAAAAA THIS IS SO GOOD
i’m so excited for this!!! literally the visuals about the clone dying had me teary 🥺
so excited for what’s to come! 🫶
The Captain and the Shadow (Rex x Jedi!Reader) Prologue
Summary: Captain Rex was honor and duty incarnate, but working with an illusive Jedi shadow makes him rethink everything he thought he wanted out of life. Rex x GN Jedi! Reader, forbidden love, canon divergent Rating: Mature (Minors DNI) A.N: This idea has been rolling around in my head for a very very long time and, because I have no self control, I figured I'd go ahead and start it! This is just a nice little introduction for you guy, but I hope you like it! Word Count: 1,402 Warnings: Mentions of death and violence
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[Coruscant, 37 standard hours after the battle of Geonosis]
The serene quiet of the illustrious Jedi temple was broken as you threw open the ancient hall doors. No one needed to be sensitive in the force to see the fury etched on your face. You hadn’t expected anyone to give chase, all the other knights were too enraptured by Master Yoda’s announcement, but you felt his presence following in your wake.
“Care to explain your outburst?” The cool yet challenging tone was all too familiar and, despite yourself, it made your anger flare all the more.
Stopping dead in your tracks, you clenched your teeth as you turned. There he was, grizzled, weathered face looking even older than you remembered just days ago, gray eyes staring you down with his arms clasped behind his straight back. Usually, Master Col would have the ability to make you squirm under that gaze of his, make you feel like a foolish padawan all over again. But not today, not now.
“I think you know very well, Master,” there was a bite in the words, but you managed not to spit them like a curse.
One of his graying brows lifted towards his hairline, “If you’re not going to bother keeping your anger in check, then speak your mind, child.”
The familiar game of verbal combat was afoot, his words were a way of tossing your proverbial weapon at your feet, and you picked it up with pride. “How can you be okay with this, Master? A war? They’re sending us into an all-out war?!”
“It would seem so.” Typical of the old man, as unmoving as a statue, refusing to strike, forcing you into the offensive.
“What are they thinking? We’re meant to keep the peace, negotiate, protect the innocent. Now they want to make us into soldiers? It’s wrong, Master.” The words were sweeping blows, meant to push him, meant to scratch that stony defense.
Col shrugged, “Jedi battle all the time, child, why do you think we have such rigorous combat training?”
“Defending civilians from pirates or guarding a prince against assassins is not the same as this and you know it!” You were well aware that he was getting under your skin, but you struck harder all the same. “The Jedi aren’t weapons to be thrown around by politicians. We have a duty to protect life, this war may make us betray our own code!”
“This war is happening with or without us, and the best way to protect the innocent is to end the war.”
“But we aren’t soldiers!”
“We are whatever our republic needs us to be!” His stern voice echoed off the empty halls, and despite the raised tone, his posture and stoic expression hadn’t shifted in the slightest.
You only narrowed your eyes at him.
This standstill was familiar too, a common impasse in your debates. Usually, the debates were about Jedi philosophy and beliefs, or decisions made during missions. It was not uncommon for them to have fire, for you to get heated over the topic, but this…this was different. This time it felt like you were clawing yourself out of a pit, and everyone else was carelessly burying you alive in it.
Col had always been harsh with you, even now, years after being a respected knight of the order apart from him and his teachings. He was stern in everything, but you respected him all the same, and you had thought- no, hoped, that maybe he would see your side of things this time.
‘We are whatever our republic needs us to be’? Bantha shit. There was something else going on, there was so much more here, and you weren’t going to accept it blindly.
After a long moment of staring, unflinching, into your old master’s eyes, you said, “I knew of a time when the Jedi thought for themselves.”
It was a loaded statement, and all the times you had debated history with each other gave a heap of unspoken additions to the sentence. You felt a little too much satisfaction when he closed his eyes and heaved a sigh.
“Yes, it is an…imperfect situation, but,” he opened his eyes again, and they were full of that stubborn resolve, “protecting the galaxy from the threat of Dooku and his army is where we need to be. You would rather leave our troops to the hands of those droids? You would send those clone soldiers into battle without our protection?”
Your fists were clenched even tighter now, knuckles white as the memories of Geonosis flashed in your mind.
Hot, arid desert, blood soaking into the sand, death. So much death. You couldn’t save the Jedi who had fallen beside you, and you were desperate to save this man- this man whose presence in the force felt too young, far far too young. You held him as the bleeding filled the cracks of his shattered armor, pulled off his helmet and looked him in the eyes, even as you felt his life slipping through your fingers.
“I- I’m sorry, General,” he choked, gripping your wrist as if that might help him stay a little longer, “I failed you.”
That clone, that soldier, that living, breathing man had died in your arms. He had apologized to you, as if he hadn’t died for a cause he had no choice in. As if he hadn’t died a hero. How dare Master Col imply that you didn’t want to protect those troopers with every ounce of strength the Force gave you!
“Don’t get me started on this- this ‘Grand Army of the Republic’,” you spat, “that’s even more disgusting! Since when do we condone breeding people to be used like cannon fodder?”
“You fought beside them on Geonosis just as I did, child, they were proud to serve.”
“They don’t have a choice! Master, it’s an army of slaves!”
That actually made him step forward, his intimidating aura invading your sense of space, “So now you presume to know their minds? How dare you speak so degradingly about them. You’ve always been bold, my old padawan, but I never knew you to speak on behalf of another being as if they’re children who can’t think for themselves.”
That knocked you off balance and you actually took a step back. You hadn’t expected him to take that route with his rebuttal and some shame flared in your chest.
After a hard swallow, your tone was actually even again, having lost some of its fire, “I’m not trying to speak on their behalf, Master, but I’m not the only one who thinks it’s wrong. If what they say about the clones is true, then we’re taking on men who’ve been told their only purpose is to die for us.”
Something else was rising in place of the anger now.
‘I failed you’
That man’s life had flickered out before your eyes, you had felt his last shuddering breath in your arms as well as his presence in the Force slip away like smoke on the wind. And you knew countless more of his brothers would die just like him. Protecting the sanctity of life was everything to a Jedi- it was everything to you. It’s what made you proud of your order, it’s what made their tight-fisted philosophies worthwhile. Safeguarding life and the innocence of it was what kept you going, even when there were so many doubts about the ways of the Jedi.
If any of you lost your respect for life, then what would become of the order?
“Master,” you tried to keep the emotion from your tone, but it still came out small, almost meek, a vulnerability that you hadn’t shown to Col in many, many years. “I don’t know if I have the strength to lead men to their deaths.”
The silence that rose between you two was almost deafening.
For longer than you thought possible, Master Col simply stared back at you, those stormy eyes betraying nothing of the slight unease you felt from him through the Force.
“Then, I suppose it is fortunate that you will not be leading troops of your own.”
You blinked. “What?”
“Master Yoda spoke with me before he gathered everyone for his speech. He, Master Windu, and I have agreed that you will not be given your own battalion. Your talents and skills are needed in a…different capacity.”
Again, the air was almost ringing with the deathly silence that followed that. After a moment of his words sinking in, you almost wanted to scoff. Of course you weren’t going to charge into the front lines.
In a war, there were far better uses for Jedi Shadow.
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Leaked scenes from the upcoming SWR series
YUPPP STILL DOWN BAD FOR HUNTER
the way you can put so much into SEVEN sentences is mind blowing!
Congrats on your milestone! I love your writing and you deserve every follower! You’re da best!
My request is:
Hunter, purple, dawn. NSFW 😌
Hehe 😇
Thank you so much, Starry’s Ghost 🤩💙💙 I appreciate you so much, and clone thirsting with you is always an excellent time 🥳
Hunter is a popular man this evening. I wonder why 👀😎
Written while vibing to “L$D” by A$AP Rocky
Warnings: somno, oral (f receiving)
The shadows in your room have already begun to shrink, as you’re slowly pulled from sleep by the tightening coil of desire in your belly, and while you’re not actively fighting it, you’re clinging to sleep even as the first soft whimpers escape your throat.
You hear a low chuckle, feeling it rumble through your core, and you slide your hands down your body, over the swell of your breasts, over your stomach, past the hands that rested on your hips with your purple lace panties clutched tightly in one and your crisp white sheets wrapped around the other, and into Hunter’s soft dark curls.
From his position between your thighs, with his tongue poised over your clit, his eyes lift to meet yours, as you smile sleepily at him and part your legs to give him more room, which he immediately takes advantage of to let his fingers join the endeavor to make you come twice before breakfast.
He groans softly, as his tongue circles your sensitive pearl, and his fingers press into your wet heat, moving slowly and deliberately against that delicate place that brings his name to the tip of your tongue only for it to morph into a long moan of pleasure.
You want so much in that moment; you want to come on his fingers and tongue, you want him to stop rutting against the bed and give you every inch of his cock, but you know very well that when Hunter wakes up with the sun to enjoy you, things will happen at his pace, at his whim.
Your hips buck involuntarily against his face, and he shifts his hands to grip them and hold you down against the bed; you know that will be your only warning to behave, so you will yourself to relax and let him have his way, so both of you can get exactly what you want.
His tongue continues to work slowly over your aching clit, his lips closing over it occasionally, all while his fingers continue their practiced motions in and out, never once missing that devastating place inside you, and sooner than you expected the coil within you snaps, sending pleasure flooding through your system, as the sun’s light floods your room.
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CONGRATS!!!! 💕💕
To celebrate being on this... whatever we are calling it now for 10 years and currently having 448 followers I am going to have a multi part celebration.
🌟💜The poll decided that Clone Matchmaking is what we are going to do to celebrate.💜🌟
I am going to let Isa Mio my Matchmaker OC take the wheel and tell you which clone she'd match you with. Don't worry, Greatheart is around to keep her level.
Send to my Ask Box
A name or nickname you wish to go by and pronouns(I don't think I need to tell you not your real one?)
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ANONS ARE WELCOME!
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☀️💚💜Love and Wrecker Hugs!💜💚☀️
sergeant hunter the bad batch animated series we miss you
wow 🤩
time to go into feral hunter hours
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It was a lifetime ago for us, but I still wonder… if I’d been there, would it have happened at all?
wow so many feels 🥹 this was beautiful my dear
Oooooo celebration time!! First of all, THANK YOU for all your amazing creations!! Such a joy to have you here in this crazy little clone hole. 🤣
Speaking of clone holes…
Jkjkjk
I’m gonna surprise you by not requesting Howzer. 🤣
May I please ask for Hunter. Evening twilight. Iridescent blue. And SFW. 😜
Whatever you make of that. 🤣 Love the celebration idea and can’t wait to see what you do for all of em!
Thank you for being so welcoming and kind, Free!!! You’re awesome, and getting to know you is such a blast 🥳
👀 WHAT?! NO HOWZER? Wow wow wow! 🤣 I kid I kid but only a little 🤯
Here’s some Hunter for you, my dear, and I hope you enjoy 💙💙
It was nearly impossible to leave the beach once you’d landed safely on Pabu, and Hunter had accepted that spending time with you meant sand between his toes, and the salty spray on his skin; he was getting used to the sensations, as they reminded him of you.
He caught sight of you waist deep in the water, wading out as far as you dared in the rapidly fading light of the sun, as the bands of color on the horizon shifted from orange and pink to deepest blue heralding the end of another day in your newfound paradise.
You looked up to meet his eyes, as he joined you in the clear sparkling waters before lacing your fingers through his, and returning your gaze to the ocean floor.
He followed your line of sight, and briefly wondered what had you so captivated, but it slowly became apparent as the softest blue lights twinkled to life beneath the gentle waves.
Like watching a city take its first breath in the moonlight, the lights sparked faster and faster until the pair of you were bathed in their light, causing him to steal a glance at your face.
Hunter had watched you more than once as you slept in the cockpit as the Marauder raced through hyperspace, as the lights kissed your cheeks, and your breaths came calm and steady in the temporary safety.
It was simultaneously beautiful and painful to see that same look on your face now, alight with blue lights, your breaths calm and steady, and he only hoped this safety could be permanent.
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YAYYYY CHEERS FOR SEV!!!
sending an ask in RIGHT NOW! you deserve every follower and sooooo much love! thank you for being an amazing person and blog!! 🫶
✨Sev’s Follower Celebration✨
Hi, my loves!!! I hit another milestone (🤯), and I wanna thank all of you for supporting me, encouraging me, and screaming over fictional men with me 😌
Now we all know I’m super slow with even drabbles because I am a whore for lore, and take it entirely too far every single time 😅 it’s a weakness of mine. So we’re going in a different direction this time to see if I can get my life together 🤣
Please send a clone, a color, and a time of day for a 7 sentence ficlet. Please specify nsfw or sfw.
So you might send: Fox, blue, night time, nsfw 😌
Thank y’all so much again. I love being a part of this community, and exchanging stories with such amazing people 🥰
Cheers,
Sev 💙💙
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OHHHH MY GOD YESSS
so not normal about this!
Their universes are similar enough that it could happen.