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Another Stolen Moment
Pairing: ARC-77 Fordo x AFAB!Reader
Summary: You and Fordo take a few minutes to enjoy each other because war is hell, and pleasure is hard to come by.
Warnings: unprotected piv sex (use protection irl), semi-public sex, creampies, armor and gloves stay on. MINORS DNI
Word Count: 555
A/N: in true Fordo fashion, there’s not a lick of dialogue in this fic, and I hope y’all enjoy it!
Dividers by my fave @dystopicjumpsuit ❤️🤍
You whimpered and found a hand covering your mouth. Fordo raised a disapproving eyebrow at you, and you whined against his gloved hand. You looked up at him, apologetic, innocent. As innocent as you could look with your legs wrapped around him, as he fucked you up against the wall of the empty gunship.
He’d caught your elbow before you could disembark, and you knew exactly what he wanted because it was exactly what you wanted. Even if it was only the 4 minutes his brothers could buy you.
With a final warning look, he moved his hand from your mouth, and you moved yours from his shoulders to cup the back of his head and pull him in for a kiss. His lips were rough against yours, but nothing was soft about Fordo. His attention, his focus, his desire left marks of every kind. Some you could cover, and some you couldn’t see and refused to name for fear of fucking up the only good thing either of you had.
He rocked into you, eliciting another soft moan, as your body stretched to accommodate him. You tightened your legs around him, pleased to know there would be an imprint from his utility belt on your inner thighs.
The ghost of a smile tugged at his lips, as he broke the kiss before lowering his head to press his lips to the space below your jaw. His tongue darted out to tease, his teeth biting down to mark.
You writhed in his hold, seeking friction, and he obliged you, as his hand found your clit. He drew well-practiced circles against it in rhythm with his thrusts. The pressure began to build in your core, and you bit down on the inside of your lip to stay silent.
His comm beeped once, drawing his attention even as his fingers continued their mission. There was a pause followed by 2 beeps in rapid succession. He smiled against your skin and returned his focus to your coupling.
Tightening his hold on you, he pressed you harder against the durasteel wall. His hips sped up, driving his cock into you recklessly, as he rushed the pair of you to the edge.
A sharp inhale and a barely muffled moan were the only warnings before your cunt began fluttering around his cock, pushing him to his climax. His lips met yours, tongue slipping into your mouth, as he pulsed within you, filling you with his cum.
The urge to hold him close, and bask in the afterglow was as strong as ever, but so was your shared sense of duty. With one final longing kiss to his lips, you unwrapped your legs from around him and he lowered you to stand on your own.
Your knees wobbled slightly, and he stepped close to pull your clothes back into place, dropping a kiss to your forehead before covering your flushed face with your helmet. He tucked himself away, and you retrieved his codpiece from the floor, clipping it back into place with a sigh.
He gave you a grin before pulling his helmet on, opening the doors, and guiding you out of the gunship. Like always, you maintained a professional distance, but switched to your private channel to listen as he hummed your favorite song on the short walk to base.
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The Girl That Smelled Like Lavender
Rating: Explicit, 18 +- Minors Don't Interact
Summary: Being juvenile delinquent was not a label that Baji Keisuke liked having, for the sake of his mother. Turning a new leaf he returned to school, repeating the first year after leaving juvenile detention. He reunites with the girl he had always loved a girl who stayed back just to make sure he passed the first year, for his mother's sake.
This slice-of-life story follows the ups and downs of the relationship. Will they stay together even after the Halloween incident?
Tags: Friends to Lovers, Fighting, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Smut, Romantic Fluff, Love at First Sight, Slice of Life, Romance, Drama & Romance, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Love Confessions, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Full story here-> The Girl That Smelled Like Lavender
The room was quiet, outside of the sounds of pencils on paper and the occasional grunt of frustration that left the lips of the Baji Keisuke who struggled with his class work. His glasses that he wore during school hours rested on the small table in the room belonging to Mikey’s cousin—Onishi Ai—who was twice removed on Mikey’s father's side. Letting out a loud grunt that drew Ai’s attention from her English work, her neutral expression changed to a soft smile. A smile that eased him out of his head, just for a moment at least before she moved closer to him. Her scent of lavender made him stare at her a bit longer.
‘She always smells so good.’ He thought to himself as he dropped the pencil on the paper.
He couldn’t help himself as he watched her read his work, giggling at the small mistakes he made, that earned her a frown. The English homework was difficult for him, it was one of several classes he was somewhat failing, and their teacher was reluctant to offer up Ai—the teacher's star student—to Keisuke who was a juvenile delinquent. Ai’s calls out to Keisuke who seemed lost in thought, causing him to shift his gaze from her to the paper and back. Her brown eyes shine in the light, appearing almost like a lighter shade of brown that he couldn’t seem to place, while her hair was still up in that braid that he was sure she called a ‘French braid,’ when he asked. The blue uniform was from the same school he went to, it fit just right on her body, and if anyone were to ask, he would deny the notion that he took in all her details—for personal reasons.
“Hey, are you even listening to me Baji?” Ai asks, her voice sweet to his ears as he nods but if he is honest, he has no idea what she is talking about. “I know that look all too well, Baji, you didn’t hear a word I said.” She giggles again as the tips of his ears turn red.
“What if I wasn’t!? So what! Why are we even learning English anyway!”
“Shh, keep your voice down,” She raised a finger to her lips, where her bottom lip was full and her upper lip was slightly thin. “My brother might hear you, and he’ll bother you about teaching him how to fight since your friends with Mikey and Mikey refused to teach him.” She finishes as she moves closer to Keisuke, taking the pencil and erasing the mistakes.
“Hmph…” Was all Keisuke said as he watched her write out the characters of the word ‘dog,’ blushing slightly as the word was simple and short.
“If you want to go college you have to know at least some English to get into a distant school,” She starts, resting the pencil down in front of him. “I know it's a bit hard if you don’t have the basics down but if you want, one of these weekends we could practice a bit.” She smiles at him.
“I would like that,” He starts, his eyes glued to her for a moment before she moves back to sitting across from him. Returning to her work, taking notes from the English book that sat to the left of her notebook. “Onishi,” He calls out earning a curious look from Ai. “Would you like to go for ramen?” They both blush, the question seemed like he was asking her out on a date.
“Like a date or?”
“I—I think so.”
The pair were silent, Ai had been dreaming about this day since the moment she met him back when they were children.
“Baji,” She was formal even now. “Do you like me?” Ai’s blush was deep, she was unsure of her words as she spoke them.
His stare shifted from her to the table and back, he struggled to get the words out when she retracted her question—telling him to forget about it and that she would still go out with him to get ramen whenever he wanted. Forcing him to reach out to grab her hand, his grip was tight as he forced her to look at him. A pair of bronze-colored eyes stared deep into hers as if he were to look a way she might dissolve into nothing. His mouth opened before he had a word to say, stumbling at first before telling her the truth. Which earns him a wide-eyed look on her face.
“I am in love with you, Ai.”
Tags: @n0vqni @q-the-rockaholic @th-ousndwinter
#original character#romance#smut#baji keisuke#tokyo revengers#fordo-wifey#fluff#love confessions#original concept#fanfic
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You got anymore for Fordo? I need a longer one please. There is not enough out there for him
god i can't even remember the last time i wrote for fordo......but yes there's not enough out there
i like to subscribe to the "alpha-class clones are larger than the standard" because........that's hot so: size kink
you like the fact that he towers over you. even if you're considered "tall" by humanoid standards, he somehow finds a way to still be taller than you.
and it's not just height -- he's also so much thiccer than standard -- broad shoulders, solid waist, and thick thighs. you could honestly get lost in the way he's just so much more than you in every way.
not that you're complaining when he's pressing you practically flat on the mattress when he's fucking you with all of his power and you go boneless because of the weight of him, powerless to stop him from doing anything he wants with you
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Hi vod'ika
I'm pretty sure I saw a post saying your requests were open,
If they are please could I get Alpha 17(or fox, rex, wolffe) with some kinda civilian contractor, some kind of pining a lil bit of friends/coworkers to lovers vod teasing about this very obvious crush bit of feelings realisation (my favourite) (there can be smut or not up to you)
I love the way you write Alpha 17 especially but I don't mind really who you write it for!
The Edge Of Dawn
Summary: Alpha-17 doesn’t have friends. His job is to make sure that the cadets survive to adulthood, and that’s it. There’s absolutely no reason that he should be so comfortable with the civilian contractor who is in charge of teaching the cadets how to slice. But if Fordo doesn’t stop making smart comments, Alpha’s going to be down one vod.
Pairing: Alpha-17 x F!Reader
Word Count: 1616
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: Sorry that this took so long to get back to! It took me a while to come up with an idea that made me happy. I don't know if I followed your prompt to the letter, Alpha-17 doesn't do emotions well after all, but I think I'm happy with it!
“Alpha,” There’s a small smile playing on her lips as she hops up to sit on the barricade next to the much taller man, a datapad hanging from one of her hands, “What a surprise to see you here!”
He spares her half a glance, and then focuses his attention back on the ARC trainees that he’s currently responsible for, “Yes. What a surprise. That you found me in my training room.”
She beams at him, unrepentant, “Your little ducklings seem to be doing well.”
“Don’t call them that.”
“Your tooka kittens.”
“Not that either.”
“Your-”
“Is there a reason you’re here, harassing me, and not in your office doing whatever it is the long-necks hired you for?” Alpha asks, finally pinning her with all of his attention.
“I missed you.”
“You saw me an hour ago, try again.”
“It’s been a whole hour since I’ve seen your smiling face-” She continues dramatically, only to yelp when Alpha takes a strand of her hair between two fingers and tugs on it. “Rude.”
“I can be ruder.” He counters bluntly. “What do you need?”
She lightly raps her knuckles on her datapad, “There’s something...but I think it can wait.” She finally says, “You could come to my quarters tonight.”
“That-” Alpha is cut off at the very telling sound of Fordo choking on his laughter. “Problem, vod?” He bites out.
Fordo tilts his head towards her, but doesn’t say anything. Though his shoulders are shaking with repressed laughter. And Alpha is seriously considering shooting him.
Instead he focuses his attention on her and flicks his fingers towards the door, “Beat it. I’m busy.”
“Yeah, yeah. Who isn’t? I mean it, Alpha. I need to talk to you.”
“I’ll come find you when I can.”
“Great!” She hops back to her feet and glances at her datapad for a moment, before she beams at him and motions for him to duck his head a little bit.
Alpha eyes her suspiciously for a moment, but does as she instructs. She presses her lips, soft and warm, against his cheek, before she turns and scurries out of the room.
He stares after her, jaw slightly slack, as his hand comes up to press against his cheek. And then he’s jolted out of his shock at the sound of Fordo laughing. Alpha decides to table his, admittedly conflicted, thoughts about the slicer who has wormed her way into his heart, and decides to turn his annoyance at Fordo onto the baby ARCs.
He’s always had an easier time working through his emotions physically, after all.
It’s later, much later, when Alpha is able to pull himself away from his work for long enough to go and hunt down the little slicer. And yes, he did ignore the knowing looks his vod’e were shooting him as he left his barracks.
They’ve been giving him shit about how he treats her for months now.
All of them claim that he obviously has a thing for her (one of his brothers used the word crush and Alpha kind of wanted to punch him for it). He disagrees.
He respects the hell out of her.
He wants to protect her from the long-necks, he doesn’t like the speculative way that they look at her sometimes. And yes, okay, he likes looking at her.
That doesn’t mean he has a thing for her.
Sure, maybe he’s had a stray thought about wondering what it would be like to kiss her. And maybe he’s wondered if her skin is as soft as it looks. And maybe he’s considered what she’d look like if she was pregnant before.
But that doesn’t mean anything.
It can’t mean anything.
He knocks on the door to her suite, and it slides open surprisingly fast. Fast enough that his hand is still raised when she drags him into her suite.
“Were you waiting?”
“Yes!” She slams her hand on the control panel, shutting and locking the door before she turns and hurries deeper into his suite.
There’s a strange humming noise coming from a small device sitting on her coffee table, and it takes Alpha a moment to recognize that it’s a jamming device. Slowly his eye brows creep up as he looks around the suite.
Like all of the suites on Kamino, it’s small. About the size of a studio apartment. Though her room seems much smaller due to the sheer amount of stuff covering every inch of open surface.
“What’s going on?” She scurries around the room and Alpha takes note of a packed backpack sitting at the foot of her bed. “Is that a bug out bag?”
“No!” She pauses, “Well, yes. Technically.”
“Are you running away from Kamino?” Is he...hurt? He is. He thought she liked it here.
She grabs her datapad, her personal datapad based on the ridiculous looking purple protective case wrapped around it, and she turns her panicked gaze towards him.
All of his hurt feelings fly out the window at the look on her face, and he immediately shifts into, what she’s called, his badass soldier mode. “What happened?”
She won’t meet his gaze, and her free hand is fluttering over the designs on the protective case. And Alpha’s heart sinks. He’s not going to like what she’s about to say.
“Um, so...you remember why I was hired in the first place, right?”
“Yeah. The Jedi were worried about Seppie slicers getting into these computers. You were hired to update the security. Which you did.”
“Yes! Yes, I did.” She lifts her gaze from where it was tracing the paint on his chest place, “I…” She takes a deep breath, “I have a thing.”
“A thing?”
“I don’t like secrets. And I don’t trust the Republic. And I really, really don’t like the Kaminoans.” She says quickly, “So…”
“So?”
“I left myself a backdoor in their system.”
“...okay. Okay, so what. Did someone, other than you, use the backdoor?”
“No. You’d only be able to find it if you knew it was there.” She says quickly, “But, well, I’ve been perusing their system and...and ten years is a lot of stuff to go through, but I learned a lot.”
“Like?”
“Like the fact that the clones were commissioned by Count Dooku on the order of someone called Sidious. Like the fact that all of the clones have a chip in their brain to overwrite their free will.” her grip tightens around her datapad, “Well, all of the clones except for the Alpha Class.”
He was right. He doesn’t like this.
“I think…” She hesitates.
“Well, don’t stop now.”
“I think the clones were created as a trap for the Jedi. I think you were created to kill them.” She says quickly.
Alpha doesn’t say anything for a long time. And then, slowly, he exhales. “Okay. So how do we fix it.”
“You believe me?”
“You’ve never lied to me before.” Alpha pins her with a look, “I assume you have a plan.”
“Chips can be hacked. There must be a computer or terminal somewhere here that will allow me to overwrite the code on the chips. I just...need to find it.” She finally loosens her grip on her datapad, “This computer isn’t hooked up to the regular network, I know. I’ve looked.”
“You’ve looked.”
“...your brothers are very talented. But a lot of them are going to die if they turn against the Jedi. I don’t want that. I...don’t want any of this.”
Alpha stares at her for a long, long time. His brothers were wrong. He doesn’t have a crush on her. It’s so, so much worse.
“Alpha?”
He’s in love with her.
“Hello?”
Obviously he needs to claim her as his before they go any further with this.
“Do you need a medic? Should I call for help?”
Alpha snaps back to attention when she waves her hand in his face, worry written clearly on her face. He catches her wrist, and pulls her arm to the side.
“Oh, there you are. You went somewhere else for a bit.” She says, the worry fading away now that he’s moving again.
“I was thinking.”
“Oh, I know this is a lot-”
“Not about that.” Alpha interrupts.
“I...what?”
His grin is sharp, “I was thinking that I’m going to kiss you and claim you as mine, and then we can work out a plan on how to save my stupid ass brothers.”
She just blinks at him, startled, but she doesn’t try to pull away as he leans in and presses his lips against hers. In fact, she enthusiastically kisses him back.
Alpha releases her wrist and cups the back of her head to hold her close, deepening the kiss in the way that he’s been dreaming of for longer than he’ll ever admit to, and then he pulls back and presses his forehead against hers.
“Now,” He murmurs, “Is there anything else you learned that I should know?”
She blinks at him through hazy eyes, “Uh...Jango Fett is alive and in cryo in the basement.”
“What!?”
“Um, the Jango Fett who died on Geonosis was another clone who took his place. Apparently.” She says quickly.
Alpha stares at her for a long time, “Oh...kay. We’re going to table that particular crisis until we deal with this one. I’m going to go get Fordo and General Ti. You-” He pauses, “You’re going to hide your bug out bag and clean up some of this mess.”
“Oh. Right.”
He moves his hand so he’s able to brush his thumb across her lips, “And then, we can talk about us.”
And a small smile crosses her lips, “I’d like there to be an us.”
“Me too.”
#star wars#tcw#alpha-17 x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#f!reader fic#answered asks
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I Can Help With That (Din x Reader) - A Back To You Drabble
A/N: This is part of my Phantom 1k Celebration. It’s a combination of three requests, which can be found here, here, and here. It takes place after Part 19 of Back To You, sometime after they get Grogu back in TBoBF, and is the closest thing to smut I’ve really written. (Thanks a lot, you know who you are.) It’s really actually just spice and domestic intimacy more than anything with an implied fade to black, but…. So I’m just gonna drop this here and run. 😬 Have a nice day! (There will be a few more, less spicy, here.)
I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.
Summary: After a messy bounty leaves your clan of three staying overnight in a dingy room on Daiyu, feelings come bubbling up that have been otherwise too scared to see the light of day.
Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, and Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Swearing. Space swearing. Arguing? Spoilers? (But if you’re here, you know how this works.) Lots of angst. Tears. Brief mention of injury. Reader is having a Tough Time™️ mentally, but it’s discussed and processed. As mentioned above, some spice and alluded to Fun Times. (They are in the shower together, per the request, so nudity? But it’s not discussed? Not really?) Helmetless Din. What? Who said that?
Word count: 4,913
Thank you to @fordo-kixed-rex for reading this over a bazillion times and not strangling me when I stressed over five words not being exactly what I wanted.
(Tagging @grippingbeskar and @darkroastjoel, these are yours.)
Xxx
It hadn’t taken long for you to find out that Din enjoyed lingering touches.
He always found an excuse for his hand to be on your lower back, guiding you through crowded markets, wooded planets; curling around your waist and holding you tight to his side to keep you warm when the temperature dropped lower.
His fingers found their practiced patterns quickly, tracing laps around your upper arm, your hip. Racing up and down your forearm until goosebumps rose along every surface he’d dared to trace.
He wasn’t satisfied until you’d shudder from the lightest touches, groan into his cowl as his fingers kneaded into a sore muscle in your neck, or your breath would hitch as his hand closed around your own.
Though the Crest was small, he made it smaller still, crowding into your space whenever he deemed you had too much of it.
Whenever you worked on a panel, digging through wires, you’d feel him hovering just behind you, a breath away from sealing his chest along your spine.
If you laid on the floor to work in the cramped space under the console, a mess of wires hanging in your face, you’d sense his presence looming near your feet, the toes of his boots resting against the heels of your own.
Sometimes when you’d tucked the kid in at night, watching his eyes droop more and more slowly as you gently rocked his hammock back and forth, humming a soft tune, you’d feel the temperature of the hull rise as his shadow crossed over you soundlessly, cutting out the little light the Crest had to offer. A smirk would twist its way up your face as you felt him hovering nearer.
Tonight was one of those nights.
So it was no surprise when he let out a hum of amusement as you turned into his chest after closing the door to the cot and a sleeping Grogu.
You both played the game, still, like this wasn’t the easiest thing either of you had ever fallen into. Still tiptoeing around the other as if nothing had been said, no secrets had been shared, no Creeds broken. That last thought sobered you up every time it crossed your mind, making your breath catch in your chest.
Pushing away thoughts of Creeds and Mandalore, you grinned up at him, resting your chin against his chest plate to keep your gaze steady.
“What’s this?” He mumbled as your arms circled around his back, disengaging his jet pack.
“Love and affection.” The pack swung your arm down, pulling an oomph out of you. Setting it down to the side with a thump, you smirked up at him, circling your arms back around his waist slowly, chin once again perched on his beskar. “Deal with it.”
“Mesh’la, you don’t want to do that….” He groaned, melting into your embrace, but also trying to lean back at the same time.
You hummed, face scrunched in mock displeasure. “You should know by now you shouldn’t tell me what to do. It doesn’t work….”
Din snorted. “No, mesh’la, I mean….” He extricated himself from your grip, delicately pushing your arms away as he pulled the rest of his body back with a small twisting maneuver. “I need to shower. That last bounty wasn’t a, er….” He hesitated, his voice going tight. “A clean kill.”
Narrowing your brows at him, you lifted your eyes to study him from head to toe, finding no trace of anything on his beskar. “You don’t look dirty.” Closing the distance once again with a single step forward, you lifted his arms up to peer under them as if that would reveal the dirt and grime in question, bending forward slightly to get a better look. Next was his cape. You tilted to the side dramatically to see underneath.
He snapped it out of your hands, spinning out of your hold and took several steps away before turning to face you again. “You wouldn’t see anything. The blood is bioluminescent. You’d need to kick on the-”
“Oh! The special work lights, yeah.” You were already moving toward the ladder up to the cockpit. “They are in my tool box, I’ll go get the-”
“No!” You stopped at his abrupt protest, one hand on a ladder rung by your head, one foot already about to push up a rung, but it slipped off with a soft thunk when you turned to look at him with raised brows. “No,” he offered again, this time softer. “You’re not gonna want to do that.” His voice lowered. “Trust me.”
You hesitated. Despite him trying to keep away, you took a step closer, brows knit together in confusion. “Why?”
He shifted his weight from side to side, voice tight in apprehension. “‘Cause now it’s on you, too.”
Holding your arms out to the sides, slowly, you looked down at your body that looked the same as it did five minutes ago, only now, it felt like you were caked in filth. Looking back up into his visor, you ignored his hands held up to try and placate you, voice raising with each word. “You could have warned me!”
“I tried!” Din almost whined, exasperated, taking a step back to maintain the distance he had tried to create. “I really did,” he added softly.
Eyes fluttering shut, you took a deep breath before letting it out through your nose. Your voice had lowered back to something closer to normal when you spoke again; hands gesturing smally, still out at your sides as you did. “Let’s just go to the room and get a shower. You go first, leave your armor outside the fresher door and I’ll clean it while you’re in there-”
“We don’t need to go all the way back to the room. I can use the sink here on the ship-” Din stopped short when your eyes flew open, landing on him with a hard stare. He sighed, the sound resigned. “Let’s get going, then. It’s at least half a mile to get there….”
You nodded, small smirk working its way up one side of your face. “Thank you.” After you began to gather a few things, you mused to him proudly, “Aren’t you glad I convinced you to get a room?” He grunted, making you scoff softly and roll your eyes before turning back to the satchel you were packing. “I mean, it’s not every day we’re on….” Your hand froze midway into the bag, the other clutching the strap of it tightly. Keeping your eyes on the bag, you didn’t dare to lift them back up as you studied its weave hoping it held your answers.
With a sigh, you lifted your head and shut your eyes briefly before cutting your gaze Din’s way, making sure to narrow your eyes preemptively.
He slowly swiveled his visor up to level you with a look. “You don’t even know where we are?” His tone was incredulous. One hip popped out to the side, his head tilting to the side as he stared at you.
“I know,” you defended, inclining your chin to peer down your nose at him before turning your attention back to the bag.
Arms crossed over his chest, he stood up straight, keeping the glare of his visor squarely on you. “You should. You picked it out.”
Making your way over to the bunk, satchel across your chest, you jumped in to correct him. “No, technically the bounty did.” You hesitated. “I only picked the puck. Which was all you. You said I was lucky or something. So this is technically on you.”
Tossing his head with a groan, Din turned away from you, grabbing the essentials while you grabbed the kid.
“Daiyu!”
Din spun around to see the kid blinking bleary eyes up at you as you looked down at him apologetically, one finger held up beside your head for emphasis.
Lifting your eyes back up to meet the T of Din’s visor, you shrugged one shoulder sheepishly, mumbling. “Daiyu, I remembered.”
Xxx
Once you got into the room, the kid had promptly fallen back asleep, allowing you to seal him safely away in his floating cradle for the night.
Turning to face Din, hands on your hips, you watched him set the bags of supplies down on a small table in the corner. “Want any help taking the armor off?”
“No, I’ll manage,” he spoke softly, not looking up at you once. His gaze stayed down toward the table, his visor angled toward the smooth surface. With a quiet groan, he walked to the other side of the room and began removing the armor piece by piece. It collected against the wall beside the fresher door in a small pile, a soft thunk with each new piece as the tower of beskar grew.
You watched in silence from across the room, sorting mindlessly through the bag of rations. He moved so stiffly once he began to set the armor down, his movements stilted and slow, like every breath was an effort. Din twisted to the side, puffing up his chest to try and keep it from you, but you noticed. The quarry must have gotten him somehow. The closer you looked, the more you saw; he had a slight hitch in his step and favored his left side more than his right, bracing on the door frame as he passed through to start the water in the shower.
Since he’d removed his helmet for Grogu and you’d seen his face, he’d been a lot less careful about taking it off in front of you. He still kept it on most of the time, it was after all what he was used to, and you didn’t mind that at all. But the few times he removed it, like right now, you found your eyes straying away from his face, unable to look without an obvious invitation. It still felt like something forbidden.
That’s why when his bare forehead pressed against yours, it caught you off guard and made you jump.
He chuckled. “Sorry.” In nothing but his flight suit, sleeves pushed up his forearms, he crowded into your space like he always did, bringing his right hand up to cup your cheek. His left arm wound around your waist to pull you tight, as his breath fanned across your face.
“No, you’re not.”
“No, I’m not,” he agreed, words overlapping your own eagerly as he shook his head against yours, his nose brushing against your own. The smile pulling up the side of his face was contagious, and it tugged up your cheek under the soft ministrations of his thumb.
You expected him to back you into a wall like he usually did, but the two of you stood quietly in the middle of the room, simply being. It was nice to have a moment to just breathe.
Your arms made their way up to wrap around his neck, nearly all the way around when he hissed, sucking air in through his teeth as he flinched away from you. Cradling both cheeks in your hands, you held his face firmly as your eyes scanned over every part of him you could see for any obvious injury.
“Din? What is it? What hurts?”
His eyes stayed downcast, almost in shame, his chin tucked down toward his chest.
“Din?”
“Nothing,” he mumbled. You’d grown used to his unmodulated voice recently, but you weren’t used to this tone. Dejected. Broken. Subdued.
You simply blinked a few times, scanning his face for any sign of what was wrong, besides the obvious, while he leaned to his left just slightly, enough that you noticed. “Din…. What?”
“Nothing, it’s nothing.” He cleared his throat, bringing his hands up to thread his fingers through yours and lift them off his face. He gave you a gentle squeeze before he let go. His movements were soft and kind, but left no room for question.
Eyes never pulling up from the floor, Din rubbed the back of his neck in something that looked like nerves, then turned toward the fresher, disappearing behind the door as it hissed shut behind him.
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You waited a few minutes before you followed him, the soft drone of running water filling the room with a constant hum. Leaving your vambraces with his pile of armor by the fresher door, you smiled softly as you surveyed the large pile of beskar. We’ll clean them in the morning.
After you made sure the room was secure, the kid tucked away in his cradle fast asleep, you stripped down the rest of the way, before wrapping yourself in a towel provided by the room. The fresher door opened with a wave of your hand, a wall of steam curling out like you’d relieved some sort of exhaust pressure.
Walking silently into the room like Din had taught you, you closed the door behind you with a wave of your hand, the unseen force causing the steam to swirl in fascinating tendrils in the process.
Your Mandalorian was tucked away in the shower, his back to you, oblivious to your presence as you watched him, studying him from head to toe with more than just your eyes to make sure he was okay. You reached out through the Force to try and read him, something he always made so easy for you, he was an open book, but right now, he was closed off.
Furrowing your brow, you set your towel off to the side and walked closer toward the shower stall.
Din was leaning on his hands against the wall, his silhouette behind the glass dividing the shower from the rest of the room obscured from the steam already billowing around the edges.
His breathing looked labored, every breath an effort as he stood deep in thought.
He obviously hadn’t wanted you to see him like this. Battered, probably bruised. You knew it all amounted to one thing in his eyes. He felt broken.
Stepping under the spray, you blinked twice as stray droplets hit your lashes.
Din was so distracted he still didn’t even know you were here, leaning forward against the opposite wall of the shower, hands braced against the cool wall, head hung low between rounded shoulders.
Reaching out slowly, you lightly traced your fingertips up his left side, pausing when he went stiff. “It’s just me,” you muttered quietly, your right hand coming up to race against your left along his ribs.
Spreading your fingers out so your whole hand could dance along his skin, gliding along with the water droplets cascading down his sides, you pressed more firmly into him, stepping closer.
In the dim light of the shower stall you could see bruises blooming along his rib cage, contrasting brilliantly under your fingertips and against his warm skin tone.
“These are new.” Keeping your voice quiet, you let your eyes find the rest without your hands having to trace their paths.
He only grunted in acknowledgment.
“I can help with that, you know.”
“No,” he said instantly. After shifting his weight back and forth for a moment, he turned his head just slightly to look at you over his shoulder before looking back forward, and lowered his voice. “No.” Din shook his head for emphasis, his fingers flexing against the wall.
Resting your chin against his spine, careful to avoid the bruises, you wrapped your arms around to rest on his chest, bending over to drape yourself over him like a blanket. “How come?”
“That always tires you out so much.” His hands flexed again. “Plus….”
After waiting for him to go on, you pushed gently. “Yeah?”
“Plus…. When you do too much of that stuff…. Sometimes it…. Changes you….”
“How so?”
He took a deep breath, pushing off the wall to stand up straighter, unable to straighten all the way as one of the bruises pulled his spine forward slightly. You kept your arms around him, your body pressed tightly to his as you felt his heartbeat pick up under your palm.
Closing your eyes, you reached out through the Force, offering him some of your light to mend his darkness, the battered and broken skin along his sides mending back to a warm shade of health.
His pulse rose even more under your fingers, and he sighed in frustration. “Mesh’la….”
“What’s one more time,” you mumbled into his shoulder blade, tucking your face into his spine whether to hide away or simply because it made you feel safer, you didn’t know. “I don’t like seeing you hurt, Din. I’m not going to break from healing the ones I love.” You turned so just your forehead was resting against his back. “At least I don’t think.” Your voice was barely a whisper.
Din only nodded after a moment. He understood. He didn’t like it, but he understood. Another sigh passed his lips as he brought one hand up to pat yours over his heart lightly, pulling it up to kiss your palm before placing it back on his chest. Then he put his hand back on the wall in front of him. Almost like a reflex. You were there, so he had to reach out and touch you somehow. It made the corner of your mouth quirk up if only for a second before it fell once again.
A long moment of silence stretched between you two until you finally ventured again, “You never explained. How? What is it that changes in me?”
Din kept staring at the wall in front of him, his voice echoing off the shower stall when he finally spoke again, but barely loud enough to be heard over the quiet drone of the running water.
“Sometimes…. Sometimes there’s a darkness to you. I don’t think you’re aware of it, it’s definitely not a conscious decision, but this…. Thing takes over, and your eyes…. They look cold.”
“When?” Your hands moved back to his rib cage. “When was the last time you saw it?”
“With Gideon. At first I thought it was just some sort of fierce protectiveness. But when you held your saber at his throat, I could feel it.” His hands came up over yours and squeezed softly, pulling them back around his chest to place them over his heart again. “The room shifted. You went somewhere dark.”
Resting your forehead against his shoulder blade, you took a deep, shuddering breath, before bringing your mouth to simply rest against his skin. Breathing as slowly as you could through your nose, your eyes screwed tightly shut, you focused on the things around you.
The smell of the soap from the room. The smell that was undeniably him that no amount of scrubbing could remove. The heat from the water. The warmth of his hold on your hands. The comfort of his body pressed into yours.
“Mesh’la?” He asked quietly after a moment, gently squeezing your hands still held in his.
“I’m fine,” you whispered. “That’s…. It’s…. I’m not….” Your breath caught in your throat, another sharp inhale coming to a sudden stop making your eyes screw even more tightly shut. You couldn’t tell if it was from the shower or if you were crying, but droplets were cascading down your cheeks.
Din wasted no time, turning in your hold and gently pressing you into the wall, his forehead resting against yours as your spine sealed against the cold tile, making you gasp.
“I’m sorry,” you finally managed on a broken whisper.
“That’s not-”
“No, it is,” you cut him off, opening your eyes to stare blankly forward, catching a glimpse of his facial hair but not daring to look any higher. Not brave enough to see what you’d find there. “It means I am not in as much control as I thought. And…. That’s not safe. For any of us. I need to do better.”
“Then I’ll help you,” Din mumbled, leaning further into you, his arms circling around your waist to pull you tighter as he simultaneously pressed you further into the cold tile wall. It was a sharp contrast, his warm skin at your front, the cold wall at your back, and somewhere in the middle the warm water of the shower melding it all together in a sea of steam. It was hard to tell where he ended and you began. Every bit of him a part of every bit of you. “We both will.”
“No, Din. No.” You shook your head, rocking it back and forth against the wall, only stopping when Din pressed his forehead more firmly into yours. Swallowing roughly, you let your eyes close tightly once again. “That’s not…. It’s not the kid’s place. Or yours.” Swallowing again to try and keep the emotions down and away from your steadily wobbling voice, you sniffled before going on. “This is something I need to do on my own.”
“Dank farrik, mesh’la!” Din hissed, one hand leaving your waist to hit the wall beside your head in frustration, making you jump. You shushed him, shaking your head slightly as he mumbled gentle apologies, his hand coming back to snake around your waist where it belonged. “Don’t you see? That’s why this is a problem!”
Opening your eyes, you still hadn’t quite found the strength to look up, but you did it anyway, deciding you’d rather just see whatever was waiting for you and face it straight on than let it torment you in the back of your mind from quiet shadows.
Warm brown eyes were waiting for you, relief washing over them as they crinkled at the sides from the tentative smile crawling up his face.
No judgment, no disappointment, no fear, only something that resembled hope as they traced the lines of your face in search of something you weren’t quite sure.
“That’s why,” he reiterated, arms squeezing you gently for emphasis. “You’ve been trying to do all of this alone, and you can’t.”
Your eyes fell down to his chest and you sighed, pulling your head away from his and leaning away slightly. “Din-”
“I’m not saying you can’t, I’m saying it can’t.” Lifting your eyes back up to his, you found him tilting his head slightly to try and catch your gaze again. He smirked slightly when he did. “This is something that’s meant to be shared. From what I’ve seen, Jedi aren’t solitary creatures. At least they aren’t supposed to be. The ones that are left have adapted after years of training.”
You couldn’t help the grin that was working its way up your face. “A Mandalorian and a Jedi…. What could go wrong?”
“You're forgetting the fifty year old Jedi baby.”
“Ah yes, and the fifty year old Jedi baby,” you chuckled.
“And the answer is, I’m sure, absolutely everything.” You huffed, rolling your eyes as he reached for the shampoo. “But until then, we’re still covered in bioluminescent blood, so….” Squeezing some of the liquid onto his palm, he pulled your hand from where it rested on his waist to in between you and put some in your waiting palm as well. “….for now, I’ll help you if you’ll help me?”
You hummed in amusement. “Oh, poor Mandalorian. I think I finally found the one thing your armor can’t do.”
“Nah.” He shook his head, scrunching his face up. “I’m sure I could find a way to figure it out. It’s just….” He groaned as your fingers started to massage the shampoo into his damp hair, making your grin grow.
“It’s just….” You repeated, teasingly.
“You do it so much better,” he finished on a sigh, his forehead coming to rest on your shoulder with a thump, giving you easier access to continue working it into his curls.
“What about me? I thought this was a you help me if I help you thing? You even have shampoo in your ha-” You’re cut short when his hand comes up and plops the glob of soap on your hair, making your jaw drop.
“I’ll do it after. There’s a whole bottle. Just…. Please?” He was almost whining by the end, leaning further into you. His head turned so his lips were pressed into the crook of your neck. “Please, please, please….”
Suddenly you felt him drifting, the scruff of his facial hair prickling the skin near your clavicle as he chased it with soft kisses. Working his way across toward your other shoulder, your fingers stalled in his hair as you sighed.
“If you keep doing that, I’m not gonna be able to keep going.”
Din hummed into the crook of your neck, the vibrations tickling the skin as he began his climb upward toward your ear. His words were mumbled into your skin, causing goosebumps to spring up all over despite the still hot water. “Won’t be able to keep doing what?”
“This,” you said through gritted teeth, tugging on his hair to pull him away from your neck and send him a playful glare.
Din smirked as he leaned further back into the spray of the shower to rinse the suds from his hair, shaking his head and tossing droplets everywhere before he was back at your side. You could feel his lips turning up into a smile as they brushed against the shell of your ear, his nose tucked into your hair. “Then don’t.”
His unmodulated voice was something you’d never quite get used to, no matter what you told yourself, particularly so close to you and so quiet.
“Turn around,” he murmured, his hands smoothing down your sides to land on your hips. Gently applying pressure to reorient you with your back to him, he nudged you under the spray of the shower.
“This better be the part when you wash my hair, Tin Can,” you teased playfully.
“We’re getting there,” he rumbled quietly. “But first….” His hands left your hips, his body following after them, and despite the warmth of the water, you found yourself already missing the heat that always radiated off of him in waves.
You began to realize all the times you leaned into his quiet touches, while you told yourself it was just to appease him, to speak his language, it was every bit for yourself as well. It made you feel safe. Every time his arms silently wound around you, he lingered at your back, hovered at your side, or you felt his eyes quietly watching from across the room…. It was the safety you’d never felt anywhere else that you craved.
The warmth that encased you, that trailed over your skin with just a look, a brush of a hand in passing. You craved it. He was your addiction. And you were longing for a hit.
Taking a step back toward him in search of his warmth, you only made it half a stride before bumping into him, both of you chuckling as his hands came out to steady you on your upper arms.
“Can I help you?” He drawled.
“Uh,” you eloquently said, staring straight forward as you searched for the words, any words. “Was just looking for the soap.”
Din chuckled knowingly. “I’ve got it, mesh’la.” He dropped his chin down to rest on your shoulder. “But you knew that.”
Tilting your head back to look down your nose at the wall of the shower in front of you, you huffed. “I can neither confirm nor deny.”
The Mandalorian turned his face down into your skin, circling his arms around your waist to hold you close. As he peppered gentle kisses across your left shoulder blade, he offered a compromise between each one. “Well. You know…. The kid’s gonna wake up soon. And I already used the soap. Haven’t rinsed it off yet. We could…. Share.”
The slide of his skin against yours sent a shiver down your spine, his huff of amusement next to your ear making you grin.
“We should do this more often.”
You groaned as his fingers began to massage shampoo into your hair.
“You won’t hear me complaining,” his voice was soft, tucked into your neck as he massaged the soap into your roots.
“That means getting a room more often,” you mused, leaning further back into him, your grin of amusement growing at his grumble of annoyance. “Less bumbling around the Crest, camping on backwater planets, hiding out on-”
“If I told you,” he cut in, his voice conspiratorial, “that I know all the good spots-”
“Spots?”
He pinched your hip before continuing pointedly. “Yes, all the spots, on all the backwater planets, as you so nicely called them. Some beautiful waterfalls…. Hot springs…. They’re no dingy Daiyu room shower, but-”
You turned in his grip, arms coming up around his neck as you leaned your forehead against his. “They sound wonderful, Din.”
He grinned. “Then it’s settled. Next place we stop, I’ll take you on a tour of all my favorite places.” He leaned forward, brushing his nose against yours. “Well, they used to be my favorite. Now I have a new one.”
Slowly rolling up onto the balls of your feet, cinching your arms around him tighter, you huffed out a quiet laugh. “Oh yeah? And where’s that?”
The sneaky smile turning up his face continued to grow as he leaned closer to you, his lips ghosting over yours as he whispered, “I’ll just let you take a wild guess,” before they pressed firmly to yours.
Xxx
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∘₊✧ Key ✧₊∘
⏳ Fic on extended Hiatus
🗣 Ask/Request (Closed)
🟣 Fluff
🟡 Shenanigans / Crack content
🟢 Angst
🔴 Smut
🔵 Fix it / AU
∘₊✧ Star Wars ✧₊∘
Long-Fics
[⏳] 🟣🟢🔵 | In Your Eyes Always -> Crosshair x Fem!Reader
🟣🟢🔴🔵 | Aliit be ehn -> Din Djarin x Fem!Reader
[⏳]🟣🔵| Across the Stars -> Tech x Fem!Reader
[⏳]🟣🟢🔵 | Kindred Spirits -> Kal adopts the Batch Batch
🟢🟡🔵 | Dust Motes -> Captain Fordo x OC
Series
[⏳]🟣🟢🔵 | Trooper & Jedi -> Fives x OC
One Shots
🟣🟢 | Nothing more Beautiful -> Cody x Obi-Wan
🟣🟢 | Take our leave -> Echo x GN!Reader
🟣🟢 | The Escape -> Fox x Fem!Reader
[🗣] 🟣🟢 | Chronic -> Hunter x Fem!Reader
[🗣] 🔴| The hare and the Wolffe -> Wolffe x Fem!Reader
Challenges
[🟣🟢🔴🔵] CFB 2023 Masterlist
∘₊✧ Lord of the Rings ✧₊∘
Coming soon
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@dxrthvxdr has sent:
☻: Which genres do you find the easiest to play? (angst, fluff, smut, etc.) ♀: What is an AU, you really want to play with your muse? ♯: Is there any kind of muse, you would like to play, but don’t dare? Why?
Munday-questions "How do you rp" edition [Accepting]
☻: Which genres do you find the easiest to play? (angst, fluff, smut, etc.)
Answered here!
♀: What is an AU, you really want to play with your muse?
// Aside from the ones I’ve brought on my blog (Clones rebellion & the time travel AUs for Fox and Rex, as well as the imperial Rex and the fled the empire AU for Fox). I also have been thinking of a sith and senator AUs for Plo Koon, I think they would be fun to write. I also considered an Inquisitor AU for Shaak ti...
♯: Is there any kind of muse, you would like to play, but don’t dare? Why?
// The answer sort of ties with this one!
Essentially, Legacy characters that have like a fuckton of lore attached to them. Because they make me feel pretty intimidated to do so. With that said, I’m writing some characters considered to be as such with my friends (my Boba Fett, Fordo, Bly, just to name a few). It’s unlikely I’ll open them up for anyone to interact with them, but they are there! I’m doing progress!
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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.
( REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !
name: Vani
pronouns: Undisclosed
preference of communication: DMs whether on Tumblr or Discord
name of muse(s):
Star wars: Captain Rex, Plo Koon, Commander Fox, Xox'ek (OC), Captain Fordo, Commander Cody, Boba Fett, Sergeant Hound and many others that are friends only
Pokemon: Gym leader Morty, Rival Barry, Gym leader Juan, E4 Drake, Professor Rowan, Trainer Brendan and Matsuba (OC).
Castlevania: Richter Belmont
Saint Seiya: Taurus Aldebaran, Cancer Deathmask, Scorpio Milo, Virgo Shaka and Gemini Kanon
platforms you’ve used: Skype, Tumblr and Discord
best experience: I've met SO many talented and wonderful writers over the years, throughout every single RPC I joined in. I'll be forever thankful for the opportunity, to write with them!
rp pet peeves / deal breakers: Any form of vagueposting, period. I'll not stand by it, I don't tolerate it. I couldn't care any way less, about what could have started it all. I don't believe when ppl say "Oh this isn't about anyone I follow uwu", it is still aimed at someone. They are far too anxiety inducing, as such I'll leave. If you can't be a mature person to either try solve things privately, or just block & move on then, I don't want to be associated with you.
fluff, angst, or smut: I'm always open for writing any of them TBH, it all depends on the plot and muses. I prefer writing smut on Discord, but I also have my nsfw side blog if anyone is interested in that.
plots or memes: Plots, always. Memes are great to break the ice between muns, but if we wish to truly have something going on between our muses. Then plotting to any degree, will be necessary.
best time to write: I prefer writing at night, when most of my partners are offline so I can focus in writing!
are you like your muse(s): Not at all, I also don't relate to any fictional character.
Stolen, feel free to do it!
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So, I am writing this Neyo story, and I can't help but to hit all the controlling boyfriend marks. Because he is toxic as fuck, and if he wants you, he WILL get you.
#star wars#my writing#original concept#smut#the clone wars#commander neyo#fordo-wifey#my personal thoughts
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Any spare Fordo filth?🥺🤧
hmmmm fordo......
- hrhgngf big.....boye....size kink....loves manhandling you....loves towering over you and seeing you trembling and waiting for him
- loves it when you pull his hair. the harder the better--especially when he’s going down on you and you’re bucking your hips into his mouth and tugging on his hair to both keep his hot mouth on you but pushing him away because its too much
- like alpha-17, fav position is seeing you face down ass up, so he can pull on your hair and pound into you at the same time
- king of overstim--makes you cum 4 or 5 times on his fingers, his tongue, and his dick until you’re crying and begging him to stop
any more spare filth??
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This is the Masterlist for my 500 followers event
This is now long enough to need to be put under a readmore
500 Followers Event Announcement - Ended
Love Is Patient - ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader
I'll Wait Forever - Post-Stasis Kix x F!Reader
Time For Us - Captain Rex x F!Reader (18+)
Worth It - Clone Assassin x F!Reader (18+)
Fall Into Love - TBB Hunter x F!Reader
Not Broken - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader
Summer Love - Captain Howzer x F!Reader
Mountain Romance - TBB Tech x F!Reader
Morning Light - Captain Keeli x F!Reader
Sugar and Spice - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader
Colors of Fall - ARC Trooper Fives x GN!Reader
Comfort - Ezra Bridger x GN!Reader
Not A Question Of Worth - Commander Fox x GN!Reader
I'm Not Jealous - Captain Howzer x GN!Reader
Under The Summer Sun - Clone Trooper Tup x F!Reader
I See You - Clone Trooper Dogma x GN!Reader
Forever - Clone Commando Sev x F!Reader
Under The Moonlight - ARC Trooper Jesse x F!Reader
You Make My World Brighter - TBB Echo x F!Reader
I Can Fix That - TBB Wrecker x F!Reader
Winter Wonderland - Jango Fett x F!Reader
First Choice - Clone Medic Kix x Reader
Life Day Conversations - Ezra Bridger x GN!Reader
So This Is Love - ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader
It's Always Been You - Commander Cody x GN!Reader
Hero - Captain Rex x F!Reader
No Power - Commander Wolffe x F!Reader
Confession - Clone Commando Boss x GN!Reader
Heartbeat - TBB Wrecker x GN!Reader
Just The Two Of Us - Clone Trooper Tup x GN!Reader
Sunset Kisses - TBB Echo x GN!Reader
Pumpkin Spice - Commander Fox x GN!Reader
I Can Wait - Captain Rex x F!Reader
Trapped - Alpha-17 x F!Reader
Love Language - TBB Crosshair x GN!Reader
Understanding - ARC Captain Fordo x F!Reader
April Showers - Commander Wolffe x F!Reader (Smut)
Butterfly Kisses - TBB Echo x GN!Reader
Shiny - ARC Trooper Fives x GN!Reader
Enjoy The Show - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader
I'll Protect You - TBB Hunter x GN!Reader
Because It's You - TBB Tech & F!Reader
Silent Night - Darman Skirata x F!Reader
For Always and Forever - Clone Commando Scorch x GN!Reader
Spread Your Wings - ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader
And The Cicadas Sang - ARC Trooper Jesse x F!Reader
First Time In Forever - Captain Gregor x GN!Reader
Just Like This - TBB Wrecker x F!Reader
Better Together - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader x TBB Tech
Satisfied - Captain Rex x GN!Reader
You're Worth It - ARC Trooper Fives x GN!Reader
Safe and Sound - Commander Wolffe x GN!Reader
Beloved - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader x TBB Tech
Easier - Clone Commando Fixer x GN!Reader
Midnight Love - Commander Colt x GN!Reader
Theirs - Commander Fox x F!Reader x Commander Wolffe
Syrupy Kisses - TBB Wrecker x GN!Reader
This Love - TBB Hunter x F!Reader
Love Is A Choice - TBB Crosshair x F!Reader, TBB Omega, TBB Echo
Brighter Than The Sun - Commander Neyo x F!Reader
Take A Chance - Clone Trooper Dogma x GN!Reader
My Choice Remains - Commander Wolffe x GN!Reader
Tell Me - Alpha-17 x F!Reader
Your Love - Captain Wilco x GN!Reader
What It Means To Love - Atin Skirata x F!Reader
Silent Night - TBB Wrecker x F!Reader
Almost As Pretty As You - Darman Skirata x F!Reader
A Change Of Pace - TBB Wrecker x F!Reader
Defying Gravity - Clone Trooper Dogma x F!Reader (18+)
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Rating: E
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Droidbait/Fordo
Characters: Droidbait, Captain Fordo, Domino Squad, Dogma, Alpha 17
Tags: Inspired by Soft Wars—Project0505, Developing Relationship, Getting Together, Long-Distance Relationship, Long-Distance Friendship, Friends to Lovers, ARC training, Slow Burn, for the characters at least, Kissing, First Kiss, First Time, Blow Jobs, Heavy Petting, Hand Jobs, Fluff and Smut, Porn with Feelings, Porn with Plot
Summary: It had taken a bit of snooping, but Fordo had finally caught the CTs name: Droidbait, known by his squad as DB. And he was fascinating. Enough that he started to spend his downtime in the ARC training rooms and around the barracks.
Or the one in which a CT catches an Alpha ARC’s attention.
#clone/clone#cloneshipping#nsfa#not suitable for apple#spicy#fordo/droidbait#captain fordo#clone trooper Droidbait
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Can I request breeding kink with Fordo???
Of course you fucking can!
Being bred by Fordo
Fordo X Fem!Reader //SMUT//
Notes: My friend @littlevodika had some headcanons on Fordo! So I used them to write this! I couldn’t have done this without them.
Warnings: Breeding, Smut, Fordo is a sweetheart, slow and soft sex
“What did you just say to me Cyar’ika” Fordo mumbles from above you, the head of his hard cock rubbing against your entrance. He softly nuzzles your neck, kissing your pulse point. “I want you to cum inside me Fordo.” You rake your fingers through his long hair, watching a primal look come over his face.
“You want me to breed you huh?” He kisses your neck a few times, “Fill you up nice and full?” You moaned at his words, his husky words driving you wild.”Yes Fordo! Please!” He kissed your lips gently and smirked.
“You want me to put a baby in you?” He nearly purred the words in your ear, causing you to whine and weakly buck your hips. He softly licked your earlobe, “Please Fordo!” He grinned and kissed you passionately.
Fordo ran a hand up your leg before hiking it up over his hips, his hard cock still pressing against your soaking entrance. He buried his face into your neck as he slowly pushed his large cock inside of you, deep moans leaving both of you once he was fully sheathed inside of you.
He softly kissed your jawline as you adjusted to his large cock, your walls squeezing his shaft tightly. “I’m going to breed you nice and good Cyar’ika.” He kissed you softly once you were adjusted enough. He began to slowly thrust his hips, his thrusts deep and calculated.
You softly gripped his hair and his bicep, your eyes closed with pleasure. He angled his hips so he went even deeper, hitting every sweet spot inside of you. He kept his pace slow, making sure to drag the pleasure out as long as possible.
Fordo kissed everywhere he could reach, drawing your moans of pleasure out. “Look at you baby girl.” He nuzzled your neck, “So perfect. So eager to carry my children.” You moaned and nodded, a gasp leaving your lips when he suddenly picked up a bit of speed.
He was still slow and calculated though, his dark eyes never leaving yours. Your walls clenched him tightly, your high approaching faster with each thrust of his hips. You could see the dark desire in his eyes, along with the extreme love he felt for you.
“That’s it baby.” He groaned, “Cum on my cock.” He licked the shell of your ear. You gripped his hair tightly, a sinful moan leaving his lips. “Cum with me Fordo, please.” You nearly whimpered the words.
He smirked slightly at you, picking up his pace a little more. Your walls clenched around his shaft brutally, helping Fordo reach his peak just as you reached yours. He slammed as deep inside of you as he could go when he came, your name leaving his lips.
You came with him, a cry leaving you. Stars flew across your vision as Fordo held himself deep inside of you, his cum painting your slick channel. Fordo has a lot of cum and your cunt milked him for each and every drop.
Fordo kissed your lips softly, his warm hands rubbing your hips gently. “I love you.” You mumbled, causing Fordo to smile widely. “I love you too baby girl. I hope you know I’m going to breed you until I know for a fact that you’re pregnant.” You felt his cock twitch inside of you.
You smiled and ran a hand through his long locks, “I would be disappointed if you didn’t” He grinned, a hand running along your stomach.
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star wars
all posts | back to library
genre:
angst | alternate universe (AU) | fluff | general | hurt/comfort | smut
categories:
headcanon | imagine | preference | reaction | story
characters:
arc trooper alpha-17 | arc trooper echo | arc trooper fives | arc trooper jesse | captain fordo | captain gregor | captain howzer | captain rex | clone medic kix | clone trooper crosshair | clone trooper dogma | clone trooper hardcase | clone trooper tech | clone trooper tup | clone trooper wrecker | commander cody | commander fox | commander neyo | commander stone | commander thire | commander thorn | commander wolffe | darth maul | jango fett | savage opress | sergeant hound | sergeant hunter | the bad batch
length:
<500 | <1k | 1k-5k | 5k-10k | 10k+
other tags:
warnings | current comfort fics
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SHIPPING INFO
Answer the following for your muse so people know how shipping works on your blog.
Read more bc of the length!
WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER?:
Star wars:
Obirex/Codex
Plowolffe
Fox/Dogma
Blyla
17/Fordo
Pokemon:
Dawn/Barry
Eusine/Morty
WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO WRITE WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?:
It’s hard for me to say tbh, because in a way, I’m open to try anything. As I feel like, it can lead to some interesting stories. With that said, I’d rather keep the darker/taboo things only between my friends, and those I’m well acquaintanced with.
HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?:
Large age gaps between adults? HELL YEAH
However, I feel way too uncomfortable to do anything involving underage characters.
ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?:
It heavily depends on whether or not we click as partners and if our muses have a chemistry as well. Shipping with me requires the person to stick for the long run, because I really enjoy delving into it.
HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NS/FW?:
Anything in the slightest suggestive, quickly gets tagged as suggestive cw. Smut is meant to be done in my nsfw tumblr side blog, however. I’ve been prefering to delegate those kinds of threads, to Discord.
WHO ARE OTHER THE CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?:
My shipping partners can be found in the muses’ respective about docs!
But some gems include: Rexwalker, Rexme, Foxeyo, QuiPlo, Rexsoka, VosFox, ShaakMace, RexJesse, VaderAppo just to name a few <3
DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:
OFC, if you don’t show interest in it, then how else are we supposed to plot and do our things? Besides, this is always a good time!
HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?:
It depends on the muse you’re asking this for, but generally speaking I’m always open and willing to ship!
ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?:
NGL I tend to lowkey obsess I try not to, b u t I tend to slip up a few times here and there.
ARE YOU MULTISHIP?:
Technically speaking all of my muses on thi blog have their own shipping policies, but so far all of them are multiship!
WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:
I guess my current ship cravings in the SW fandom are 17/Fordo and Dogma/Fox. They are just so gooooood. I’ve been drawing and doing stuff about them, for awhile!
FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:
We sit and talk, then hope for the best!
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Hey, welcome to my Tokyo Revengers master list!
I don't have much to say about this, but I hope you enjoy it!
18 + No Minors
Requests open!
-> Blossom
Starring: Kawata Twins x Original Female Character
**** Teen Pregnancy Story, Aged Up to Sixteen (At the Least) ****
Nahoya had always smiled, smiled in the face of evil or someone who needed a good beating. But when it came to Sora, a childhood friend who knew everything about them whether they liked it or not. She would be the thing to shed light on their otherwise cloudy day, but what happens when Nahoya and Sora go too far? Will they keep the baby or not?
Chapter Count: 1/?
Word Count: 000,000
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