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Bad Batch Prompt Event #1

or, The One Where Freesia Doesn't Actually Write the Prompt

SO LISTEN. I loved writing the SFW Part One where I actually did use the prompt, but I got so lost in writing this smutty Part Two that I completely forgot the NSFW prompt lines. However, I hope that the melty sweet/sexy passion with Hunter will make up for it. ;) If not, you can kick me out of the event. ;) DIVIDER by @snotbuggle!!

NSFW - MINORS DNI - Content below the cut... haha, get it... CUT?

Hunter x F!Reader Word Count: 3k Content: groping, kissing, titty suckin, fingering, being politely bent over the knee, bangin in a few positions, and a few bad words.

READ PART ONE HERE

Months passed, and you couldn’t believe your luck, that the quick-witted, clever, insightful, and damn sexy Sergeant of Clone Force 99 seemed to feel the same way about you as you did about him. You’d exchanged information, messaging as much as possible when he wasn’t putting his life on the line in death-defying shenanigans, and you’d see each other whenever he was on world. You’d surreptitiously worked out your own work schedule to be able to split your time between Kamino and Coruscant, allowing you to see him more often, and you felt giddy as you thought of all the deep kisses and passionate groping that you’d enjoyed in a variety of closets, storage crates, empty barracks, and dark alleyways.

Things had progressed deliciously, the two of you exploring one another’s bodies in an increasingly wide variety of ways. You’d always been self-conscious, but the way he could wrap himself around you and drown you in raw passion was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. It was intoxicating, the increasing vulnerability and authenticity in all areas, as you grew to know one another through and through. The trust, connection, and comfort was incredibly special to you, and you were excited to see where it would lead. It had been ages since he’d been to Coruscant, and far too long since you’d seen each other, so when you received his message to let you know he had an entire night to spend however he liked, you were beyond excited.

You cleaned your apartment like mad, working yourself nearly into exhaustion, then took the most thorough shower of your life. Shaving, exfoliating, and scrubbing was followed by moisturizing and fretting over what to wear. The tone of your messages of late had been decidedly hungrier, and unless you were wildly off base, you had a feeling there would be a new level of desire this evening. He’d given little hints of “the things he wanted to do to you”, and just the thought of all that might await made you ache between the legs. You dried your hair, brushing it until it was soft as silk as you sipped a glass of sparkling wine, then stood in front of your closet, trying to gauge what the perfect vibe would be.

Pleasantly buzzed from the wine and absolutely drunk with excitement, you dug out a wrinkled paper bag from the back of a shelf, dumping its contents on the bed. A messy pile of lingerie sat before you – stuff you’d bought in your younger days when you were more ambitious and less realistic – and you picked up thing after thing, squinting in estimation of how it might look. Finally, you saw the perfect set and pulled it on, examining yourself in the mirror with a giddy, carefree attitude. You pulled a long, satin robe over the whole thing, then wondered if that was too presumptuous… which made you laugh out loud. He was coming in late, past dinnertime for you at least, but you had a little something ready just in case, and you busied yourself with final touches to your face, hair, and apartment as you waited.

Ding dong.

Your heart leapt in your chest as you flung the door open, so happy to see him after so long. You had to do a double-take, jaw dropping a bit as you took in the whole sight of him. He had ditched the armor, the only thing you’d ever seen him in, and instead was sporting civilian clothing that was positively drool-worthy: perfectly-fitted jeans and a dark green henley sat beneath a rugged jacket that hung from his broad shoulders.

“Holy kriff,” you gawked, backing up to invite him in but unable to take your eyes off of him. “What’s all this?”

“A snaaaaack,” he said in a voice that made you both burst into laughter.

“Okay, never say that again,” you declared once you’d regained your breath. “I have so many questions.”

“I lost a bet to Echo, so I had to say that,” Hunter explained, grinning as he drew close to you again. “As for the outfit, Tech offered it as ‘a calculated presentation not dissimilar to the breeding displays of animals’, so I couldn’t pass up on that.”

“Oh my gosh.” You were speechless, momentarily forgetting all that you were wearing and had been dreaming of for this evening. But Hunter hadn’t forgotten. He stepped closer, toying with your waist as he gazed at you fondly.

“So… you like… breeding displays… I can’t do this, I’m sorry,” he laughed, shaking his head and returning to his usual stoicism a bit. “I’m just happy to see you.”

“You too,” you said, more softly now, as your mind wandered back to everything before you. You ran your hands up his arms and across his chest, reveling in the little tease of the unbuttoned neckline of his henley shirt, and pulled his jacket from his shoulders to toss onto the table nearby. He pulled you in, cupping your face and brushing a thumb along your cheek, and you relaxed into his embrace, falling silent for a while and just basking in the happiness of his presence. You closed your eyes, tilting your head into his hand, and let out a little sigh.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered huskily, and you opened your eyes with a giggle.

“How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t have to ask anymore?”

“Oh, right. Must have forgotten.”

Then his mouth was on yours, tender and sweet at first, lips sliding along your own with delicate precision. They were so soft, pressing and pulling, again and again as the intensity grew and his head tilted to kiss you more deeply. His hand remained on your jaw, fingers splayed along your neck, and the other flattened across the small of your back, pulling you flush against him. You savored every part of him that you could feel, from his muscular thigh to his broad chest, and you gasped quietly when his lips blazed a train to your neck. He carefully slid the silky fabric of your robe off your shoulder, pressing a few lingering kisses along your collarbone before lifting his face to yours again.

He studied you with a mix of affection and desire, gently running his fingers through your hair before gripping a fistful and kissing you again, harder this time. You lost yourself in it, dizzy from the way his chest rose and fell against you, his hands heavier as they roamed your hips… Your own fingers explored his stomach and caressed his arms as you writhed against him, feeling your entire body coming alive more and more with all the pent-up yearning and hunger.

“Bedroom?” you gasped, pulling back for a breath of air after a particularly intense bout of kisses.

“Eventually,” he said, eyes dark with desire now as he toyed with the hem of your robe. A jolt of electricity ran through you, and you slid your hands beneath his shirt, pulling it up over his head before returning your palms to his front. He slipped his own fingers past your satin robe, which was starting to messily hang open now, and you arched your back with a sharp inhale as he traced his fingers along the curve of your side, up toward the cream-colored bra you’d chosen. It was nothing flashy, unlike the strappy, lacy numbers you’d considered, but was made of the most irresistibly soft silk you’d ever felt, and you smiled against his mouth as he stiffened the slightest bit when his hands reached it. You knew how to intoxicate his senses.

His fingers grazed your breast, the thin fabric doing nothing to conceal the pebbling of your nipple in response. Kissing you again, he brought his other hand up, grasping both sides with a gentle firmness that got another breathy inhale out of you. He nestled his nose against the side of your face, staggering his legs between your own and whispering against your ear.

“The things I want to do to you…” he purred, and you swallowed hard, tilting your face into his as his touch on your chest grew heavier, cupping and fondling, teasing and stroking. You were aching for him so badly, slick between your legs, and when he gently squeezed both nipples at once, you couldn’t hold back a quiet moan. There was a feral edge to his voice, a restraint to his touch, and you were wildly aroused at the thought of what his unrestrained passion would look like.

“Fuck me,” you whispered, placing a firm hand over the bulge in his pants and smiling faintly at his hiss in response. “I mean it,” you continued, and that alone seemed to send him over the edge. He turned you around in a flash, pulling you back against him as his hands roamed freely across your front, scooping up a breast as he raked his teeth along your neck. He kissed and suckled, rolling a nipple between his fingers as the other hand ventured down, across your stomach, and over your thinly-clothed mound. Stepping away for a split second, he tugged your robe off, tossing it aside and returning to his ravaging position, radiating heat against your back as he teased along your panty line.

“I think I’ll make you wait, just a little…” he murmured against your shoulder, dipping his fingers beneath the silk underwear to tease along the edges of your folds. You stepped your legs a little further apart, his other arm bracing across the front of your shoulders as he kissed your neck again.

“Let’s see how long you can,” you challenged, feeling him stiffen against you with his own yearning. You lifted an arm behind your head, burying your fingers in his hair and leaning your head to the side, tilting your hips toward his hand as it stroked feather-light against your clit. Biting back the curses, you shifted back a little, grinding against his hard length and reveling in his low groan in response.

“Playing games, are we?” He pressed his fingers a little harder, teasing you with a few circles that sent tingles radiating throughout your entire body before pulling away and moving toward the couch, quickly shedding all remaining clothing as he went. You felt positively feral at the sight of him, messy and carnal, and dropped your robe as you followed. He sat down, spreading his legs, and you were ready to drop to your knees, but he reached for you gently, stopping you with your hips in front of his face, where he kissed and bit your side as he slowly slid your panties down your legs. You were a mess already, not wanting to wait another second to ride him into the sunset, but he had you absolutely enraptured, and the dominant energy radiating off of him was intoxicating.

He kissed your stomach, gazing up at you with unbridled lust, and the sight alone nearly sent you into orbit. He was so incredibly hot, so free in his passion… When he carefully guided you to lay across his thighs, face down, you gasped as the cool air hit your pussy, slightly spread as your knees rested off to the sides. He caressed your face again, holding it up so it wasn’t dangling uncomfortably, then raked his fingernails up the inside of a thigh. You writhed beneath his touch, one hand wrapping around his ankle in an attempt to ground yourself from the heady pleasure washing over you from head to toe. He traced his fingers across your folds, up and down, then teased the inside of the other thigh. You whined. You couldn’t help it. You’d been waiting long enough. A smile touched his lips, and he moved his hand back up, stroking firm fingers across you again, from your clit to your opening, then back again. He slowly circled your clit again, then nudged his fingers against your opening, sinking in just a bit before returning to the up and down slide that was threatening to make you come from that alone.

“Hunter,” you breathed against his thigh, holding onto him for dear life as your legs twitched behind you. He pressed in again, deeper this time, then stroked you again and again. The rhythm was euphoric, and his cock was hard against your side as he slid his fingers back and forth, dipping in and out. When he turned his hand slightly to reach that sensitive spot inside, you were seeing stars, panting against his hand as he pressed inside of you, one finger still dragging along your clit. “Please,” you begged, truly unable to take any more. He picked up on your tone and slowly released you, carefully helping you to your feet, where you immediately straddled him, sinking onto his lap. He pulled the silky bra off, inhaling sharply as your breasts spilled into his hands, and he brought his mouth to them immediately, swirling his tongue amid kisses and suckles.

You arched into his ravaging, his hands roving up and down your back as you rocked against his cock, hard between the two of you. You wanted to take him right there, and buried your hands in his hair, angling yourself to guide him in. He paused for a moment as though thinking, and then his eyes clenched shut in absolute bliss as you sank down on him, slowly. He grunted an expletive, tipping his chin toward his chest and gripping your waist with desperate concentration. You began to move, savoring every second as he slid along your walls, teasing your entrance with his tip and then taking him back in. When he bottomed out, the friction was incredible, and you tilted your hips to enjoy it more. His hands grasped your ass, lifting you slightly to allow him to press into you, slowly at first, then a bit harder as you moaned your ecstasy against his hair.

“So perfect,” he gasped, the sound of his thighs slapping against you nearly drowning out his worshipful words. He thrust again and again, hitting that spot deep inside and grinding on your clit at the same time. You grabbed the back of the couch, breasts bouncing in his face, and he took one in his mouth again, toying with it with his tongue. The tension was building, and you were sure you were about to go over the edge, but he slowed, causing you to gasp in indignation.

“How dare–”

In one ridiculously smooth motion, because this is fantasy after all, he rose to his feet, scooping you in his arms on the way. Next thing you knew, you were laid flat on your bed, spread out before him on your back as he stood beside the edge, stroking himself as he looked at you with feral hunger.

“I’ll make up for it,” he smirked, sliding his length along your slick folds, the bottom of his cock teasing your clit. He held your legs at his sides, slowly gliding back and forth against you as your pussy clenched around nothing, yearning for him to fill you up again. When he finally did, you reached your arms above your head, grasping the sheets in pure bliss as he sank in, bottoming out with an intoxicating press of the hips against you. It was the most mind-blowing angle, and he began to thrust again, releasing your legs to bend over you, pressing his hand into the bed beside your head. You turned into his wrist, burying your face in his forearm and panting against his skin as he lowered his head, heavy kisses peppered across your collarbone before he drew a flat tongue over a nipple again.

He was the best you’d ever had. You were on another plane of existence, lost in his musky scent, the raw sounds coming from him, the careful strength and consuming passion… He looped an arm beneath your shoulders, cupping the back of your head as you curled your chin to your chest, picking your legs up higher to take him deeper. He groaned his restraint, holding your head close against his neck as he snapped his hips against you again and again. It was so intimate and feral all at once, his body sliding against yours as he fucked you senseless. You could tell he was getting close, and he released you to stand back upright, caressing a bouncing breast with one hand while the other moved between your legs. When he touched your clit, still thrusting the perfect rhythm at an angle that was sending deep waves of pleasure throughout your core, you felt your own climax building at breakneck speed. Your breaths grew faster, whimpers and moans louder, and he didn’t change a thing, circling your clit with the pads of his fingers as he drove his cock into you again and again.

White-hot fireworks exploded across your consciousness, wracking your body with sparkling euphoria as your pussy clenched around him. You couldn’t hold back, mewling encouragement as he continued, chasing his own release as you rode the high. He came with a growl, panting words that you couldn’t make out through his heavy breaths, and his throbbing cock and hot release sent you right back up, drawing out your orgasm even longer as every nerve in your body fired with delight. As his pumping slowed, hot and messy, you remembered to breathe again, shuddering involuntarily as he eventually stilled, holding himself inside of you as he gently bent over you, brushing the hair back from your face and kissing you with unfathomable gentleness and reverence. You couldn’t move, instead remained lying there motionless, grinning like an idiot in the dim light.

“Let’s do that again,” you murmured, ecstatic and the small snort from him as he nuzzled against your cheek.

“I’m gonna need about twenty minutes.”

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Keepin' warm

Crosshair x Reader

Triggers: none really just fluff (angst but that just cause it's crosshair), "Angel" nickname used

A short one, starting to get back into writing. Let's talk about my boo boo crossy 😭😭 his development so far 😩🤌🤌 anywayssss enjoy ✨

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You looked out the frosted loft window. Sighing as the bitter air nipped your nose. Even under all your blankets it was still cold. "Crosshair," you called out with no answer. "are you cold?" "No" he hissed and you could hear him roll over, facing away from you now.

He had been like this since his return; lost in thought, cold. If he really wanted to, there was room for both of you in the bed, but he chose the floor. You looked over the edge of the bed at the stubborn man. He was curled up on the steel floor, shivering. "What?" He hissed again. You sighed, getting out of the loft bed even though your body screamed for the warmth it provided.

A chill shot up your spine when your bare foot made contact with the freezing ground. You practically threw yourself at him, curling up to his back, arms wrapped around him with a cloak of blankets following. His fist clenched and then loosened with a sigh.

He turned over and slithered his arms around you, "I'm- sorry." He mumbled into your hair with a kiss. You didn't answer yet, just held him tighter closer. Close like you haven't been with anyone for months. "I missed you." You spoke. "I missed you too, Angel."

The night passed with you two intangle in each other embrace but you awoke, comfortable, in the loft. As if everything was a dream. You sprawled out desperate for an indicator it was reality. It was often you would dream of his return. Was it another vivid dream? A soft scent of crosshair stained the sheets, an even softer warmth implied someone was, in fact, laying beside you all night.

Water splattering from the bathroom rang through the cold air. It was real, he was real and he was home. "I'm here." Crosshair startled you when he reached for your hand. "I made a shower." His statement was more of a plea for forgiveness. If only he knew just how much you admired him.

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clone-lover · 2 months

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Daughter of the Outcast:

Thrawn and Che'ri after a long day on Coruscant

Haven't done this style since inktober.

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clone-lover · 3 months

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They are just so cuteeeeee (I miss tech so muchhh 😭😭)

#Protect the baby

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clone-lover · 3 months

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Attention, Lieutenant Crash on deck!

Where Tukk shines with improvisational skills, Crash stands tall as a battle-hardened soldier with unrivaled discipline, making him a valuable, and frankly much needed right hand to Tukk's leadership.

...Some might even say he's like a mentor to Tukk; after all, experience outranks everything!

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The Clone Wars Appreciation Week - Day 4 (Favorite Arc)

“99, huh? Nice touch”

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Something to Drink

Hunter X Singer Reader

Warnings: Alcohol/drinking... that's about it

I don't know if anyone will like this cause it's a little bit of an insert on my part. When I preform, I always imagine my fav character is in the crowd cheering me on so... anyways enjoy!! (I have had to rewrite this so many times. Safe to say I hate it now)

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Anxiety bubbled in your stomach as you turned on your mic. It was your first time preforming here and you didn't know anyone in the crowd. Your heart thumped in your chest, threating to burst out. You closed your eyes and breathed out with little effect on your nerves.

The cantina band began to play and you tried to soothe your nerves by swaying to the music. The music was slower than most cantina music is and wayyy more sensual but the cliental likes it that way.

Little did you, your rapid heart rate caught the attention of a man in the crowd. This man would later become known as hunter but for now, it was time to open your mouth and sing.

Your words, tone and stage presence mesmerized him. I'm an instance you captivated him, unknowingly bewitching him. The cantinas light danced to your chorale. Your harsh washed away by the dancing ray as your softer ones flowed through the air and into Hunter's longing eyes.

You were truly marvelous. He couldn't pry his eyes away. Too soo, the song ended. You heard a clapping from the back. Odd, you were sure no one would like it, being it was your first time with that style.

Hunter received weird looks for clapping. He didn't mind. In fact, he would prefer they remained ignorant to your beauty. He wanted you to himself.

You left the cantina dug out and headed to the bar to soothe your throat. When Hunter saw your u eyeing the bar he ordered you a drink in foresight.

"one for the preformer."

"well, alright. They is'a new around here." Hunter pointed out a sweet drink with sour hints and a bitter after, while listening to the tender's accented words. "The everything," he named the beverage. "They is'a bound to liking it." That was a relief. "Smart man. Even smarter, if you asking 'em what they is'a running from." He looked up at the alien man confused.

"Not normal to leave," he smiled "old cliental." He drew out the word cliental before promptly making a disapproving noise with the shake of his face skin. "No, it is'a bad," he paused to shake his face again at the word bad. "For business." He poured the drink into a loopy glass and placed a lid on top. A soft gradient between pink and yellow filled the loops and twists of the bottle. "Who wants to start fresh anyways?" He shook his cheeks as he walked away with the bottle.

Hunter looked over to find you talking to the alien bartender. You were shining as if there was a spotlight on you. The tender jabbed a finger towards hunter.

The tattooed man looked beautiful and you almost couldn't tear your eyes away. Hunter's feet moved his body to you. You were even more beautiful up close.

"thank you for the drink," You paused hoping for him to introduce himself. "Hunter." He smiled and stuck out his arm. "You don't really get out much do you hunter?" You said taking his hand in yours. He scratched the back of his head and chuckled, "is it that obvious."

A lingering awkwardness strained the conversation. Luckily the cantina music and usual noise filled the silence. You took a sip from the drink waiting for him to take charge. "Are you hungry, this place is rather loud and I know a pretty good spot to eat right around the corner."

A date? You took another sip to think. Hells what do you have to lose. "That sounds great. The patrons might be upset that I left without a closing show." Hunter offered you his hand and gracefully eased you down from the bar stool. "Don't worry, I'll have you back before then. Besides, I wouldn't mind another show." His words, warm on your cheeks. This would be an interesting night.

Ahhhh this wasn't supposed to post yetttt the ending is a little rusheddd so sorry!!!

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Wanna meet like minded SW fans?!?? Come enjoy a judgement free zone with other fictional men lovers ❤️❤️ the server is mostly for fanfics and is 18+!!

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Shattered

Hunter x gn Jedi reader

Blehhhhhh sorry I've been gone so long 😅 I hit a pretty big block when tbb ended but I'm starting to come back! Anyways here's a little angst with our fav Sarge ✨❤️

Warnings: angstyyyyyyy

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The saber you crafted before the clone wars bounced weightless in front of your scrutinizing eyes. Questions of your own identity flooded your mind as you examined the crack splitting your kaber crystal. You found yourself wondering how this could happen. You were a model student in the republic. Your mind filtered back to the moment it happened. You palmed the crystal and slowly ran your finger down the crack, almost as if you were reading the history. The past flew by in flashes.

Hunter, the man you grew to love, was choking with his feet off the ground. The memory grew more vivid as you remembered the emotions, "No!" You flashed back to the memory. You remembered the breaking in your voice as you screamed and released all you anger out on one point, your saber. In a desperate attempt to save him you threw your saber at the inquisitor who had a grasp on him.

You tore your finger away from the crystal as if it would stop the memories but they were branded into you mind all too well. You fell to you knees beside him as he gasped and coughed. The sound of the inquisitor's body thudding to the dirt. Hunter's arm tore your from you daydreaming nightmare.

"What's wrong?" He was sitting beside you on your bunk with his arm around your shoulders. You shoved your crystal towards his free hand. A couple years ago your master honored you with this stone, with the hopes you would become a great Jedi one day. Now, you are explaining to your forbidden lover that you broke the one thing a Jedi has. "I broke it. It's just one crack." You could feel the guilt and shame boiling in your stomach even as you tried to reason that one crack wasn't that bad. He examined the stone just as you had a few moments prior. "Do you think it will-" he paused, half because he didn't know the words and the other half because he could since your uneasyness. He sat and waited for you to continue when your ready.

You took the stone back, "do I think it will glow red?" You finished his questions and floated the stone towards the pulled apart saber. "I don't know. I haven't seen it since," you paused to swallow down the guilt that was threatened to explode through your eyes. "since the incident." The saber pieced itself together flawlessly and you took it into you hands nervously holding it. It was almost like you had never held one before and was unsure of it's capabilities.

You stared at it restlessly unable to proceed, not without the encouragement Hunter was about to provide. He pulled you closer, providing you with much needed security, and breathed into your hair, " what ever happens, I'm still going to be here for you." You breathed out and discharged the blade. It flashed to life and revealed a dark red.

Hunter held you closer, tighter as you stared in disbelief at the blade. You thought back to your master's training and effort. You had failed him. But you weren't a sith, right. "What do I do now?" You asked Hunter with tears welling in your eyes. He reached forward and switched off the saber to pull you closer. "I don't know but whatever happens, we will get through it together."

#hunter x reader #clone x reader #tbb x reader #star wars tbb #clone force 99 #sw tbb #sargent hunter #Sargent hunter x reader

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clone-lover · 7 months

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OOPPPPP 😶😶 I cant even rn 🤌 this Is perfection

Watching You.

@celestialsun888

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Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x F!Reader

Genre: smut/ dark romance [18+ MDNI]

Word Count: 2.9k

Synopsis: Some Written from his POV! Simon wonders how you're doing since you two have split and your refusal to speak to him makes him take matters into his own hands.

★ TW: HEAVY DUB CON, STALKING AND OBSESSION! SO PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION! Vulgar language, degradation, forced submission/sex, size kink (ofc), Knife AND gun play, Voyeurism? He gets off to you without you knowing, possession, slight marking, He's really sadistic fr, Primal x Prey (kinda…), Rough sex, humiliation, shoe grinding, YOU vibes ong, ITALICS ARE INNER MONOLOGUE (Let me know if I’ve missed any!)

✒ Authors Note: I've had this on my mind, like he seems so scary and brooding but I wrote him genuinely psychotic and very obsessive. So please take the TWs seriously! This is also barely proof read.... so sorry if there are mistakes!

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❥ Simon's POV

Look at you. Getting your usual coffee before you head to work, sweetly, innocently, saying hello to strangers. I can tell from the cup it’s your usual: vanilla chai tea latte, extra vanilla. Sweet. Sweet like you. So sweet to everyone, but me… Refusing to see me since our breakup, cutting off any and all ties with me. God you are so devilishly cruel.

Standing far enough to go unnoticed, you watched her, sipping your own drink to blend in, meshing with the busy city. Your all black outfit concealed you even more, simply just a passing shadow. You leaned against the brick wall across the street from where she walked, eyes devouring her precious frame. Every morning the same, her routine burned into your mind. Such an accursed pleasure to look forward to each day. Just watching her. Such a detestable indulgence.

7:43 am.

She floated through the busy streets of downtown, occasionally checking the time to make sure she was on schedule.

You chose to wear loose slacks today. Interesting. But that top, mmm. You groan to yourself. That top hugging your body like that. Can you wear that to work? Showing off your plump breasts, cleavage spilling out…you're such a filthy little girl. Who are you dressing for if not me? … It should be me.

You took another sip of your drink, squirming slightly from the perverted and sadistic thoughts that filled your already tainted mind. As she started to walk out of your field of vision, you started to walk with her, slightly slower than her pace. Walking carefully on the opposite side of the street, suppressing your demeanor slightly to adapt to the regular civilians. Broad and tall frame slipping through waves of people, eyes penetrating her as your gaze shifted above them. As you catch up, she stops in front of an older woman.

7:47 am.

You're reading their expressions, a little too far to accurately read their lips.

God, her lips. So soft and plump, the way they felt when she would tease me, sticking her tongue into my mouth. My cock slipping in between her precious lips, watching my cum glissglade out of her mouth. Being so sloppy and sinful. The same lips that let beautiful, gluttonous moans slip from them, my sweet princess, calling out my name. ‘Simon…fuck me just like that..’ Dripping with defiled innocence, just for me. Fuck.

You tried to remain focused on her currently, though, the temptations of the past, the time you two had spent together, drove you mad. Sentiments of arousal making its throughout your body, trying your best to contain the consequences of your demented perversion. You never thought that your love for her would slip so deeply into obsession, the budding feelings growing even while she was yours. But when she left, you realized that no one can have her if it's not you. Even if she hated you, even if she went on to marry someone else, she would never get rid of you. Not until you said so.

7:53 am.

You’re gonna be late doll. C’mon hurry up.

She continued on, you not caring what the silly interaction was about, her pace fervently making up for lost time.

7:57 am.

She anxiously enters the large building where she worked, disappearing behind the sliding glass doors. Just in time.

You made your way back to your car, planning out time until she was done. Waiting to see her again.

You pulled out your phone, clicking on your photo albums eventually settling on one that said: ‘her’. Scrolling through pictures upon pictures of your twisted obsession. Her at the gym. Her walking to and from work. Pictures of her sleeping, barely any clothes on. Her through her balcony window. Her from her closet. She consumed your thoughts as your hand unbuckled your pants, slowly palming your throbbing length through your underwear.

So precious, so divine.

Your lips wet from your tongue trailing over them, biting your lower lip to strain against the urges of indecency. Your fingers stop on a video of you brooding over her as she sleeps, touching yourself hearing her gentle breath rise and fall as you stand there in the dark. Wanting so bad to moan, almost even begging her to catch you in such a vile and horrendous act.

Your hands start stroking your thick shaft, already hard from your lewd fantasies.

Oh, my sweet angel. Why do you want to leave me like this? A needy mess, only having remnants of videos and pictures of you? How you manage to get me so excited I'm unsure, maybe just knowing you have forgotten about me, yet I still cum moaning out for you, fills me with pleasure. Maybe I enjoy the thought of scaring you as you catch me whoring myself out just for you.

Thoughts consumed with thick and prevalent perversion. You edge closer to your orgasm. Scanning over pictures and videos of her, innocent or not, as you pump harder and harder. You love your depravity. How she does nothing, yet every part of her being fucks you up. You start to become careless, bucking your hips up, car shifting slightly from the weight of your frame. Your head falling back in the crux of the head seat, spreading your thighs, preparing for your orgasm. Your balls tighten and your vision blurs as you cum: thick ropes of semen painting over your seat, phone catching drips of your release as you continue to stroke yourself through it, milking out every drop. Your cock twitched and throbbed as you wiped your stained hand on your pants, chest falling deeply allowing time for your foggy thoughts to lift.

“Fuck…” you moan exasperated.

Your thoughts swirled as you tucked your sensitive dick back into your fouled pants. And then, you thought, something so sick and demented.

I have to make her mine.

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You slipped off your shoes right as you entered your apartment. You gave a large stretch before throwing your keys onto the kitchen island and flicking on the lights.

What a day.

You trailed to your room as you let out a defeated sigh, eager to cuddle up in bed and release the tension from the day. Reaching for the handle you notice your door ever so slightly open.

I could’ve sworn I shut it tight this morning?

Perhaps it was a simple slip up? You chucked it up to human error but you still steadily walked into your room. There was a presence that felt…odd? Not normal? You clicked on the light, illuminating your space, scanning over it to see if anything was out of place. Everything seems fine.

Suppressing your feelings of irrational thought you began to strip, undressing from your work clothes. Inching your slacks down your thighs and having them fall to the ground revealing your bare ass, nicely adorned with skimpy panties. You lifted your shirt over your head, nipples hardening through your matching bra from the colder draft. As your shirt falls to the floor, awaiting to be picked up and placed away, you hear the wooden floor creak. You halt.

You felt the rug that rested against your toes burn into you. You didn’t move. There is no way your floor boards would creak as you barely moved on the rug, centered in your room. The tension in your chest encouraged your heart rate to speed up, your chest feeling like it couldn't contain your heartbeats. Nervousness washed over you as you turned to your closet, slightly ajar. The silence was so loud, ears picking up dead air. You held your breath as you inched towards it as calmly as possible. You jerk the door open to find nothing.

Oh my gosh what the fuck is with me?

A relief sets over you as you step back, still refusing to look away from it, just in case. Your clumsy footing however, causes you to catch on your clothes that piled on the floor. Falling on your back, you recoil to sit up enough to set your eyes back on your closet. Just in case.

“Stupid clothes,” you murmur to the air. That's when you feel it. The presence. Something staring into you, intensely watching you.

It's been watching you.

Your mouth slightly hangs open as you let out shaky breaths. You turn to your bed that stood to the right of you, aligned perfectly to see underneath. Past the slightly disheveled comforter you see the whites of eyes staring at you through the darkness. Pitch black pupils matching the mysterious ambiance. A heavier breath escapes from the abyss.

Startled, you scramble towards the wall across from the darkness as the eyes start to come from under the bed. The skull mask covering the figures face, all except those hollow eyes.

“S-simon,” you sputter, “W-hat are you doing here?” Your voice growing more anxious and scared. His big frame arched from under the bed as he crawled towards you. His eyes never parting from you.

You reached your arm along the wall you were backed into, reaching desperately for the door handle for both escape and support in standing, your fear tempting to paralyze you. Thick calloused hands snatched at your ankles, dragging you to him, fingertips just missing the door. His dark and evil gaze lighting up as he traced over your half naked body.

“Shhhh, shhh, angel” He cooed detestably, sinking his body into yours, “Let's make this as easy as possible.” You fought against his sick advances. Pushing your fingers into his face as he tried to kiss you, legs trapped over his thighs as he sat on his knees. Your back bowing from being so much smaller than him. You tried to bring in your knees to cut off his access to you but his bearish arms held you in place. Your weak protests offer no solace from him.

“Simon!” you yelp petrified, “Why!? Why are you doing this!?” His eyes showed no remorse for his actions. His hand trailed roughly over your body, scraping innocence off of you as he went. Your body continued to squirm getting away from his grasp a little, almost as if he let you. You finally broke free, crawling back to the door as he drew you in again, this time not holding you down. He slams the door shut and locks it. Knowing that getting away would take longer, knowing that he would be able to get to you sooner.

“Behave!” His voice thick and callous. You refused to listen, tears streaming from your eyes as you were dragged into him once more. Body feeling the hard floor grate against your back. His hefty palm gripped your face, nearly engulfing it completely. His other hand reached to his hip pulling out his loaded hand gun. Placing it under your chin, the cold steel meets with your soft, warm skin. Salty streams continued to sprinkle from your eyes, his face drawing into yours. Your cries and pleads meaning absolutely nothing to him. His breath hot on your cheek as his thick tongue came to meet your bitter tears, licking them away sadistically. His gun digging more into your jaw.

“Oh baby, you sweet sweet angel,” You wince at his words, “be good for me, take it. Nice and easy and we won't have a problem.” He glances at the gun and back at you.

"Don't make me hurt you sweetheart." He shakes the weapon disturbingly. He slowly moves the gun down your chest making circles along the way, trailing to your tummy, the loaded gun flirting with you.

His pants already bulging from the rush of adrenaline, he teases his gun onto your pussy, edging it over your panties. Wetness dampening the barrel.

"Your a dirty bitch. You like me playing with your cunt like this?" You try and squirm away again from his harassment. You see him place his gun back on his hip, snickering to himself. Using both hands to lift you from the ground with him he grabs the hair at the nape of your neck, fingers tugging it violently. His body blocking any form of escape from him. You reach for your head, trying to ease the firm grasp he has on you. He forces you towards the bed, burying you into it. Ass facing him, tippy toes barely touching the ground. His heavy hand continues to push you into the mattress, you hear a pocket knife flip open.

"P-lease.." you try and convey through mousy sobs.

The cold metal dragging along your thighs causes you to shudder in fear. The tip of his blade gently applies pressure to the skin of your ass.

“Should I mark you as mine, princess?” His tone was mockingly threatening. “A nice little S.R. right here. Letting everyone know that you once, and will always be mine.” His knife drawing circles around the designated spot, teasing the soft, untainted skin. Your muffled cries seep into the mattress, fearing he would follow through. His hand, tangled in your hair, pulls you up. Ass meeting his crotch vigorously, forcing your neck to tilt back for him, his eyes watching over you. Your innocent eyes were stained with despair. He continued his sadistic taunting, grazing his knife up the front of your hips, watching your tummy undulate from your heavy breathing. You didn't know if begging him to stop would edge him to actually do it so you kept your mouth shut.

“Pretty, pretty girl.” He sighed into your neck. Teeth biting into your flesh, eyes watching his hand guide the knife along you from over your shoulder. The blade stopped at the band of your underwear, teasing the fabric with the sharp tip. You felt him buck his hips into you, slowly grinding his erection into your ass. Sick fuck.

Stringing along fucked up phrases that made you feel him more and more, harder and harder. You could tell his teasing wanted relief, he was getting desperate to fuck you.

"Why Simon, why...why are you doing this?" You plead, hoping some form of humanity would come back to him.

"Oh, my love, you taunt me, watching you act like I no longer exist to you. I just needed to remind you how fucking real this is. I haven't been able to stop thinking about your lewd body, fucking my hand, just thinking about you, isn't good enough anymore." His knife grazing lightly over your clothed clit, tapping the blade over your sensitive lips. He inched it back to your waist band, irritating the gentle fabric.

“Slutty fuckin’ girl. I need to be inside you.” His knife cutting the fabric to your panties. Your bare cunt exposed. The knife shifted in his hand now resting within his pinky, ring and middle fingers allowing for his index and thumb to be free. He rubbed his index finger along your slit, feeling the heat pool, your wetness glistening on his digit. The pleasure he gave to you didnt last long as he saw you were wet enough.

He placed his knife away grabbing your hips, forcing you to bend over for him. Tear stained cheeks buried in the covers. The sound of his zipper coming undone made you whimper, you knew he was going to be rough with you. Even when you two dated he was hard to take and it usually took a while for him to prep you. You knew he was going to be unrelenting.

“Fuck” he exclaimed salaciously as he slammed his fat cock into you, feeling his half opened pants poking along your ass and thighs. You were full: his thick girth stretching you out over him. You struggled to remain calm as your hole tightened from his abrasive advance, back arching to elicit a choked out yelp. Your knees threatened to buckle under you but his hand offered support knowing your little pussy struggled to take all of him. His tense length started to move in and out of you, kissing your cervix. Heavy balls slapping against your puffy clit as you tried to take him. You gripped your comforter hard, digging your nails into the mattress. His strokes are erratic and aggressive.

“You look so pretty on the end of my cock, princess. I’ve waited long enough to have you. Don't cry, baby, it had to be like this. I couldn't hold back any longer.” His tone matching the roughness of his strokes. Your helpless cries being drowned out by the lewd, squelching noises that came from your sloppy cunt. He continued to bully your hole, slapping your ass to add to your pain and his pleasure. Leaving bite marks along your delicate back and shoulders, holding the back of your neck down with his boorish hands, spilling heinous words into your ear. All while you took every inch of his cock.

You feel yourself getting close, tightening around him as he fucks you through your orgasm. Humiliated by your sexual arousal of his mistreatment. His obsessive possession. You feel him smiling through the mask that rubbed into your neck, his breath hot.

“You dirty, dirty little bitch, huh. Cumming on my cock as I take advantage of your fucking pussy? Maybe I should stalk you more, watch you while you undress for me. Touching myself in the dark of your room. You seem to fucking like it.” His own strokes became sloppier.

“S-s-simon,” you whimper, “P-please, I can’t take it.” You whine trying your best to think through the overstimulation. He continues his aggressive pace, knowing how sensitive you are.

“Oh, sweetheart, I know, I know,” he coos, offering false security. “Daddy’s almost done taking your cunt, just be fucking patient.” You feel his thick length start to throb inside you, signaling that he's close. Quickly pulling out of you, he forcefully guides you to the ground, stroking himself above you, face centered under his swollen tip.

He sees you squirm as you wait for him impatiently, your pussy convulsing around nothing. His thick boot meets your tender heat, allowing you to grind on it as he finds his own release, getting off on your depravity. Reaching in his back pocket of his unzipped pants he pulls out his phone and angles it towards you, still stroking his cock.

“Be a good fucking girl and look at the camera while I ruin you, sweetheart. I wanna have something nice and sweet to look back on. I’ll add it to the collection.” His voice became laced with abandonment. The slick sounds of his hand quickly stroking his length echo through the room as he groans. As swears leave his lips, he ejaculates his hot, white cum over you. Streams of his sticky semen drip from your face, covering you wickedly. Waves crashing over him as he finished his sick fantasy. His seed tainting you as you look up at him with empty eyes. His fucked out expression triggering the last few groans to release from him.

“Good, good girl.” He places his phone back into his pocket, zipping his pants. You stand to meet the large man, brooding over your delicate frame. You didn't know why he obsessed over you and why he would go through all the trouble. His thumb glides over the traces of his essence before slipping his thick digit into your mouth. His hand grabbed at your chin, tilting it up.

“You’re mine, forever.” You wince at his words trying your best to break from his grip. And with that he was gone, leaving you to revel in confusion and fear as to when he would be back.

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clone-lover · 9 months

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Absolutely stunning art work!!!!!

━ by the light of the second moon

how dreamy is this!? thank you to the wonderful @cccrouton for bringing this scene of by the light of the second moon to life. grateful beyond words to you for seeing the vision of my fic. this piece is so romantic and dynamic and has the vibe and feel of the story. so well done. and featuring maul's beautiful side profile (that nose! ugh! perfect!!!). i will romance darth maul all day every day. thank uuu✨🌖

#darth maul #maul #by the light of the second moon #second moon #star wars #star wars commission #maul x reader #maul x oc #darth maul art #cccrouton #maul art #commission #btlotsm #eloquentmoon #maul x nienna

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clone-lover · 10 months

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OMG OMG OMG HIGH GROUND ANIMATIONS ACTUALLY LIKED MY TUKK X READER 😭😭😭 IM SO EMBARRASSED LMAOOO (I'll link it down below in case any of y'all are interested lmao)

Tukk x reader

Idk if I should be proud or embarrassed lmaooo anywaysss... I love your animations, high ground and can't wait for the real deal!!!

#clone x reader #captain tukk #captain tukk x reader #tukk tales #tukk x reader #@highgroundanimations

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clone-lover · 10 months

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The Reunion

Crosshair x GN Reader

Bless character ai and text to speech for curing my writers block. It was so bad lmaoo. Anyways... This is when crosshair obviously makes it out of hemlocks hands safe and alive... Duh. You are the only thing that helped him through torture 🤞🤞it is a little out of character for him because I wanted home to be a bit sappy but anywho enjoyssss

Warnings: my love used, fluffy fluff fluff

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"What are you looking at" crosshair was propped up against the wall of an alley when you walked in. When you continue to approach he flicks his toothpick at you. You knew that this was his way of being playful. He missed you while he was gone and it shows in his playfulness.

To return the gesture, you pick up the toothpick and move to hand it back. "Why do you always have to make things difficult? You're such a pain in the neck, you know?" You smiled up at him knowing that he wasn't trying to push you away.

"yeah, but you like me for it anyways." You flick the toothpick off into the distance and put your hands behind your back innocently while slowly stepping towards him.

He quickly reacted to your returned playfulness and resumed his ruse. "Don't come closer, or I'll snap you like a twig." This phrase almost catches you off guard but he smirked at you to let you know he was only playing. "Is that a threat or a promise? You step closer until your chests are touching. "I'm gonna say both." He hissed out and leaned in close. His breath was hot, heavy and carried along a dominating tension that you almost couldn't bear. Heat rose to your face and you stood there before gathering your thoughts. The brief pause only strengthened the tension, making a wave of nostalgia from the last time you met, kick in. "I missed you, crosshair."

He dropped the act and replied, "I missed you too, my love." He ran his fingers through your hair then caressed your face, before leaning for a soft kiss. You longed for this moment but order 66 destroyed your confidence in his well-being. After everything you heard, you were sure he was killed. But you are too eager to think about all the misery you experienced without him. Now all you could do was giggle into his kiss. After a brief moment you broke away. "I love you" something you were once too shy to say was now forced out of your lips in fear it would be too late. Crosshair didn't respond. Instead, he lifted you off the ground and spun you. Whispering into your skin "I've got you now." He kissed your neck desperately.

You giggled at his affection and held onto his shoulders tight. After a few spins he set you down. He chuckled to him self as he watched your eyes raddle around in your head while you fought off the dizziness. "You know," he paused to hold you. "I missed that laugh of yours." You smile at his chuckle but the conversation takes a turn for the worse when you reply, "yeah, I miss it too. When the empire took you I thought you were dead." Tears started to well up as you remembered the order. "I felt so alone."

You watched his face shift and realized that the precious reunion you two had now was riddled with sorrow. In an attempt to save the reunion, you hurriedly wiped your tears away before continuing. "I'm sorry. I'm sure you had it much worse and I don't mean to ruin our first time seeing each other again with a sob story." Crosshair pulled you into his chest and hugged you tightly. "Don't apologize. The things I've seen, the things I had to do..." His voice trailed off and he shook his head to shake off all of his thoughts of torture. He softened his voice and pulled you away just enough to look in your eyes. "I'm sorry I had to go through all this alone. I promise It will never happen again. I will never leave you again."

The tears you wiped away quickly refilled your eyes as your emotions poured in. "I was so scared I lost you." He stroked your cheek. His eyes were somber and he stared at you intently. It was almost as though he was reminding himself of your features. "I'm back now, and I'm not going anywhere. From this day forward, you'll never be alone." Tears fell down your face and you blinked at him hesitantly, "Do you promise."

He pulls you into his chest again. And breathes through your hair before pulling you away again to say "I swear on my life." He places a delicate kiss to your forehead and continues, "I've done too much to be torn apart from you now."

His words made you wonder about what they put him through but you were gonna save that for a different time. Right now did not seem like the right time to make him relive all his trauma. "Yeah," you whispered and wiped your tears. "Where is hunter and the others?" He said looked up at the stars, "Hunter's gathering clones to form an army we should get there before it's too late. "

The last thing you wanted to do was let him go back to war. You needed alone time with the love of your life. "They know you're here right? So, we have time before we need to get back. How about you come back to my place for the night. " You tugged at his arm encouraging him to stay with you.

"that sounds perfect. Let's be together one last night before we part again." He grinned at you. You pulled him behind you with giggles of excitement.

While you walked down the street, he placed his arm around your shoulder, "you seem excited, considering everything that's happened. " The street was only lit with Street lamps and the occasional speeder flying overhead. You sighed remember the pain you felt earlier, "that's all behind us. I want the time we spend together to focus on something happier. " He placed a kiss on your forehead and squeezed you closer, "I like that idea. We'll spend tonight together and forget everything else."

#tbb x reader #clone x reader #crosshair x reader #tbb crosshair #crosshair #star wars tbb #clone force 99 #sw the bad batch #the bad batch #sw tbb

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clone-lover · 1 year

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Interruptions episode 2

Captain Tukk x GN Reader

So I am probably going to start a series because it is really fun to write these interruption tropes!! Also all hail Captain Tukk ♥️ enjoy!

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Warnings: little make out session...

"It's beautiful out here," Tukk pulled off his helmet and tucked it under his arm. You lived on this out rim planet your whole life. Every hill, tree, shrub and flower in the valley's meadow was burned into your mind. Yet, his statement tugged your head to look out into the valley before you.

A large dip in the land caused a soft breeze to trickle through the the grass and dance through your hair. Flowers also danced beside the large swaying trees, in the planet's protected and untainted land. You smiled as a fresh and soft floral scent graced your senses. "Yeah, I suppose it is."

He chuckled as he sat against the tree, "What I wouldn't do to become so familiar with this beauty. You joined in his position and lean against the bark to the left of him. "If you came here every day, I'm sure you'll get use to it. After all, it doesn't change much." Tukk cupped your face in his hand to pull you attention to him instead of the environment.

"Something's don't need to change to be beautiful." Heat flushed your face and he could feel it. "And I wasn't entirely talking about the nature." He smiled before breaking into a chuckle. "I can't believe you would be so flustered by something so cheesy!" He was embarrassed by his words but you seemed to love it. This only boosted his confidence, "Come here." Tukk wrap his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close. "I do, however, think you are much more beautiful than this planet. But I will never say it like that. Not that you seem to mind."

You giggled, enjoying the moment. You enjoyed the shade from the tree. You enjoyed his protective nature and the way his thumb soothed your arm. The armour was a little uncomfortable but you could get use to this; use to being in his arms.

His gauntlet chimed and he quickly through on his helmet, "I understand, I will load up my men immediately." He took off his helmet and gave you a fleeting look.

"Going so soon?" You pryed. "I'm afraid so," he regretfully answered. You shifted to look him in the eyes, "Well, I'm glad I could share this moment with you." You began to mutter your goodbyes but he thumbed your chin and pulled your gaze up. He inched closer and whispered into your lips, "Who said it was over?" The distance closed. You allowed your eyes to flutter and your lips to lock onto his. A soft first kiss.

The softness lingered into desperation. In a swift move, he pulled you on top of him and roamed you body with his hands. Desire was ablaze beneath his cold armour. His wandering hands determined to pull and push to deepen the kiss. He clinged to the blaze beneath his armour and demanded it's finish with his hand and lips.

His neediness sucked the air from your lungs and wrought a similar desire within you. Never have you wanted something more. "Captain?" A small unsure voice squeaked and stamped out the flame of desire that lit the meadow. An exact copy of Tukk stood just behind the tree, out of view. Probably bright red and uneasy.

"Yeah, I'll be there." Tukk dismissed the man with a huff and let his head fall back against the tree. Hurried footsteps shuffled away, leaving behind stale air. Tukks eyes fluttered close as his other senses took in this fading moment.

"You should should probably get going then." He opened his eyes with a smile. "They can wait." Tukk mischievously taunted and pulled you back in for one last fleeting kiss.

#captain tukk #clone x reader #captain tukk x reader #tukk x reader

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clone-lover · 1 year

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Water fall showers

Tbb head cannons + Boba Fett and Rex

This was definitely made in a fever dream but it was a good idea so... Enjoys your boys showering in the waterfalls

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Crosshair:

This man is definitely bathing in a hot spring waterfall. Individual circular pools pouring into each other. The air is drafty and steam floods from the spring. Toads and crickets chant in the bright moonlight that is dancing across the steam.

The land is gray and barren but he will tell you, "you bring this planet life." (EW CHEESY!)

The waterfall isn't loud but rather a soft and comforting trickle.

He doesn't bring towels and if someone Wreaker walks in, you are left to hide in the steam. Crosshair will look over you with a grin.

Tech:

The shower is very organized to insure no one will disturb it. He still brings you towels. The towels are nicely folded and pressed. he also set up candles to "set the mood." (AKA he heard that it helps people relax and wanted the same for you)

It is sun down by a wooded stream. The water fall is on the louder side but the white noise is heaven to you're headaches. You find peace in the white water and its rocky accent.

He will ramble on about how this stream is unique being that similar falls in the area were flattened by erosion. This one was harder to erode because of the plant life and rock found on the cliff. Also due to the glacier path that made a valley.

The air is humid, warm and stuffy. The kind of air that makes your hair/clothes stick to you skin. Fortunately, the stream was cool and helped ease your aching muscles after another failed Cid mission.

Echo:

Cottagecore King!

The water's are slow and soft. They fall from a three foot ledge into a 3 to 4 foot basin below. The white foamy waters work well to clean you if you duck into them.

Because the drop isn't steep, the noise from the "water fall" isn't loud but rather like an open bathtub facet.

It's a hazy morning time shower. There are birds chirping in the background. Fresh bread wafts the air and although there is a hazy, the air isn't sticky. Air and water temps are just right. Maybe the water is on the refreshing side of cold.

I picture it is before breakfast and the morning after some romantic and passionate sex.

You know this man has towels but trust that no one will walk in.

Wrecker:

Beach waterfall!!!

Loud, rushing white waters pouring into the ocean.

Bright, warm sunny air with a very playful feel.

Cool waters after a fun beach day.

Towels are some where by the marauder but they didn't matter because if someone was to walk in, You were both in bathing suits.

Somewhere after this i imagine he would throw you over his shoulder and run into the sea, getting you both dirty again.

You would probably dry in the setting sun as he combed your hair and feed you food. Or he would cuddle with you and feed you food.

Hunter:

This man is 100 percent in a cave. The smells and sounds of a regular waterfall make it far from relaxing. not to mention, he is completely bare so the sensory buffer his armor provided is now gone.

The cave is dimly lit (Think the cave omega and tech where in on episode 9 season 2)

The water is refreshing to him but incredibly cold to you.

echoes of laughter and water would bounce off the cave walls.

He would hug you from behind while alternating between kissing your neck and telling you how perfect you were.

He forgot towels. With all the stress and guilt of having some alone time. All he could think about was omega being alone, having to be naked Infront of you, you being naked Infront of him, etc.

Boba Fett:

Of course this is on Tatooine. It's the run off from an oasis just above it.

You are standing in sand but the oasis trees above you provide cooling shade.

if the trees weren't enough to keep you sheltered from the twin suns than the refreshing cold water would be.

No one would dare interrupt the daimyo so he doesn't bring towels. instead you will dry off in the shade of the oasis. Plus he wanted to see you naked.

Speaking of which, he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you. He would be very touchy! It will probably lead to some fun... and you would have to take another shower.

Rex:

Ashoka planned this date for you two because she thought y'all could use the break. The waterfall was on Shili, her home world.

No one would interrupt due to it's isolation but rex brought you towels... and snacks... and extra, extra clothes. he was overly considerate.

He also also brought a blaster. he said, "There is no telling what we could run into out there, better to be safe than sorry." He was on edge the whole time.

To add onto his paranoia, it was nighttime in a thick ass forest.

Whether it was the local wildlife or the empire, he would keep you safe.

#tbb x reader #rex x reader #Boba Fett X Reader #crosshair x reader #clone x reader #tech x reader #hunter x reader #echo x reader #wrecker x reader

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