#apron with heart bib

[vampyresfromouterspace]

[notroosterbradshaw]

Heatstroke

rooster fam, avert your eyes. here’s some old-school Bucky smut. I didn’t think I’d publish Bucky stuff here, yet here we are again. Hope you enjoy x

18+, smut, fluff. Bucky wasn't much of a talker but when he puts his foot in his fat mouth, he has to make amends somehow.

He’d heard you – you knew he had. The serum increased his awareness and blah blah blah, everyone knew his story by now and why you’d found yourself hidden behind the wall leading to the kitchen while Bucky intently studied his tablet, putting God knows what together at the bench.

You should have just stayed in your bedroom and messed around online, kept your laziness to yourself. It was safer than the situation you were about to walk into - of that you were sure. You needed another shower but the heat in the apartment would coat you in perspiration the second you towelled off anyway.

He’d heard your breathing and your elevated heart rate, he could probably smell the sweat of flight taking over as you debated whether or not to just miraculously appear and pretend not to have ducked back around the corner when you saw Bucky there.

“I know things are weird between us, but you hiding when you see me makes it a hellova worse, kitten,” he muttered. You let out an inward sigh, shoulders slumping as you turned and walked in, wiping your clammy palms on your sundress.

“Hey Buck,” you said quietly, taking to a stool across from him.

“What’s happening, babydoll?” he asked casually, not looking up from the herbs he was chopping – he was remarkable with a knife, you noted as he sliced and diced without abandon faster than any chef and much more precisely (you tried not to imagine how and when he learned the art form). You’d always found it strangely sexy when he had a knife in his hands and the precision that came with it – on missions and funnily, now in the kitchen. The smell of whatever was cooking was incredible and you hadn’t even seen what he had in the oven or on the stove. At recollection, it wasn’t his night to cook. It was…

“It’s my night to cook, could ask you the same thing.”

“Well, I know you hate cooking for Steve and me, so thought I might cover for you.”

“You don’t have to do that,” you said, a little defensive though maybe a little touched.

He shrugged, looking up, a dark wisp of hair falling into his stony eyes and pushing it away with his flesh wrist. “It’s fine, sweetheart. I enjoy it, relaxes me. Consider yourself off the hook.”

Sure I will, you wanted to reply. Everything was tit for tat in the apartment the three of you shared. Bucky would find a way to get an inadvertent favour out of you at some point when you least expected it. “Well… thanks, I guess,” you said instead, finally raising your eyes. You blinked as you noticed the smirk on his features. “But in the interest of your safety, Buck, why are you not wearing a t-shirt under the apron?”

He was a dream in his beige canvas bib apron – it worked wonders against his fair skin and the silver of his cybernetic arm. His biceps, you were pretty sure, had you salivating. His shoulders were broad under the thin straps rippling as he moved his arms to prep.

You fucking loved Summer. Even if the apartment was a thousand damn degrees and usually hotter with the body heat of yourself and two super soldiers who always ran at boiling point. But if Bucky felt the need to parade around half-naked, you weren’t one to argue. It was a true sight to behold.

“Honestly? Felt liberating to be naked,” he licked his upper lip, squinting at the recipe again before humming to himself in thought.

You peeked over the bench and noticed his bare calves and bare feet and had to scoff a laugh. “For fuck’s sake, Bucky. Are you wearing anything?”

He shook his head. “Nope.”

“What if Steve comes home?”

“I’ll hear him,” he reminded you. “Just like I heard you.”

“And why did you think it would be okay if I saw you like this? You knew I’d come in here to start cooking eventually.”

He stabbed the knife into the wooden chopping back and grinned at you, his eyes locking with yours. “You’re the only one that has seen me in less, sugar. Shouldn’t be that much of a surprise,” he waved his cybernetic hand up and down his torso a little smugly.

You felt the heat rise from your toes to your hair, resting back on your chair and curling in on yourself. “I don’t think we need to bring this up now – ”

He rumbled a laugh low in his belly. “I’m wearing shorts, for fuck’s sake. What kind of deviant do you take me for?” he turned around and wriggled his toned bubble butt in his blue board shorts as you resisted a giggle. They were well hidden due to the length of the apron. “See?”

“Do we really need to go there?” you mumbled as he plucked the knife back up and continued his prep. He didn’t look up but you could see his cheekbones rise into a lurid smile.

“Anytime, anywhere, babydoll. You know that.”

You knew that very well.

You shook your head gently and started to push yourself away. “Righto – well, since it looks like you’ve got it all covered, I’ll leave you to it.”

Bucky hummed his disapproval. “Nuh-uh. You, stay. You’re not getting out of it that easily,” he paused to stop and point the knife at you. “I’m cooking and you’re gonna open this bottle of wine,” he said, handing one that was on the bench to you along with the bottle opener (you noticed it was one from Stark’s private collection). “And then we’re going to sit down to eat and talk. Clear the air,” he announced, opening the bottle still in his hands when you didn’t reach for it.

“We don’t have anything to talk about,” you said as he sighed and poured you both a generous glass of vivid Bordeaux red.

“Drink,” he repeated. “Then we talk.”

“Cheers to you too,” you muttered though credit where credit was due, Bucky had found a good one. He raised himself a glass and toasted you gently.

“Cheers, sweetheart,” he winked before heading to the stove to continue his assault on the kitchen.

“Where is Steve?” you asked, your second glass well and truly going down a treat, loosening you up considerably. You were in your usual seat as Bucky wandered in, now with a shirt and placed a plate before you and one for him at his usual place across from you.

“No idea,” Bucky shrugged.

You weren’t a complete idiot, he knew this. You assumed this is why he’d volunteered dinner and made sure the bottle of wine was on hand. It was discussion time and Bucky knew what you didn’t want to talk about.

You were resisting taking your relationship to the next level. He hadn’t pressured you, but everything had been pointing in that direction and it terrified you.

It was only supposed to be a joyous and mutually beneficial ‘friends with benefits’-type of arrangement. No harm, no foul to either of you until he mumbled that he loved you ‘so fucking much’ a week or so ago as he drifted off to sleep after a strenuous mission and recovery fuckathon upon his return home.

“It’s only us, isn’t it?” you sighed, taking the salad from the middle of the table and loading your plate up before continuing, “You made sure he’s out for the night.”

“Yeah,” he gave a small smile. “He’s at some bar with Sam and Natalia. It’s just us, babydoll,” he confirmed, taking a sip of his wine and watching your reaction through his dark lashes. He had to admit, he loved seeing you squirm. “I asked him to make himself scarce.”

“Of course you did,” you focused on your (argh, perfectly cooked at medium rare, fuck it) steak and piled it into your mouth as gracefully as you could. Bucky watched you, humoured.

“Well, at least you haven’t bolted yet,” he noted jovially.

“Don’t confuse me sitting here without me wanting to do that,” you sniped, ticked off he’d lulled you into a false sense of security.

“Look,” he delicately sliced his steak and took a bite, chewing as he continued, “I know I threw you, I’m real well aware I should have kept my fat fuckin’ trap shut. I just thought I wasn’t comin’ home to you, okay?” his voice suddenly low and eyes were paying very close attention to his food.

You sat up straighter at his confession and he sighed while your eyes widened. “Bucky… what happened?” you put your wine glass down and pushed your plate away with a clang.

He tried to brush the thought away. “It’s not about that – ”

“Buck, it’s exactly like that,” you stood up and walked around the table. He moved his chair back as you lifted the loose skirt of your dress and crawled onto him to straddle across his lap. “What happened?” you begged, lifting his chin for his stony eyes to meet yours, keeping his jaw in your soft palms. “Look at me.”

His cybernetic hand reached for his face and rubbed his eyes, suddenly he looked exhausted. “Was ambushed,” he said quietly. “I’m not telling you the small details – you don’t needa know – ” he held a hand up to your mouth that was open and ready to protest. “By the time Steve got there, I was the last one standing. Don’t worry.”

“Who?” you asked quietly, your warm hands rubbing against his stubbly cheeks before settling on the back of his neck and massaging his smooth, warm skin, twirling soft hair around your fingers to calm him. He moved to rest his forehead on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist, clinging to you for dear life - it was uncommon for Bucky to react this way and it terrified you.

You had to remind yourself all you wanted to do was comfort him. That is what you had agreed to in the very beginning when this mess started. Comfort, familiarity, fun.

Not love.

“They tried the triggers,” he whispered, not looking up, the shame evident in his rough voice. “I know they don’ work any more, but babydoll, I just…” he looked up and inhaled sharply. “I thought I was a goner. I didn’t think I was coming home.”

You kissed his hair, only to imagine his fear as he set the scene for you. The devastation your heart was feeling for him to have to go through that - knowing it was something he’d been through for decades and it constantly repeated for him.

“You’re okay, Buck. I’m right here. I’ll never let anyone hurt you. Not again,” you cooed on repeat, hoping he knew and understood.

He nodded, pulling you closer. You heard a sniff and he tightened his grip again, knowing how intensely he needed you. “I’m sorry about what I said. But I can’t apologise for how I feel, baby,” his voice so low you almost couldn’t hear it. “I love you.”

You nodded. “I know, Buck,” you replied quietly.

“And as much as you deny it,” he said. “I know exactly how you feel too, sweetheart.”

You raked your hands through his long dark hair hoping to relieve some tension in his body and pulled his gaze back to yours.

“You don’t owe me anything. It’s fine.”

“Don’t be like that,” you begged. “Bucky, I do – ”

“I know, I told you,” he said with a small smile, grasping your sides under his strong hands. “You’ll tell me when you’re ready and I promise I won’t be surprised.”

You couldn’t resist the scoff that bubbled to your lips as he brightened considerably, a playful smirk now on his lips. You slid off his thighs and returned to your side of the table, stuffing your mouth with salad, the aura in the room changed for the better. “Times like this make me really not wanna say it,” you huffed.

“Times like this make me really want to bend you over the table and have my way with you,” he retorted as you choked on a piece of cucumber and he took a sip of wine, completely cool and collected. You swallowed hard and had a sip yourself to calm yourself. Resolve set in.

“Then what are you waiting for, big boy?” you challenged as the table lurched and he stood, his predatory stalk around the dinner table as he hitched you from your seat, his breath heavy down your neck as he took you in. “What am I waiting for? I’ve been waiting for you my whole life and now you’re here. You’ll rue the day you asked, princess,” he hitched you over his shoulder and made his way to your room, slamming the door closed with his foot as the walls rattled and he tossed you on the bed, his hungry gaze telling you to you were in strife.

And you couldn’t wait.

The next morning, the other side of your bed was empty. Cool, Bucky must have been up for a while. You sighed, rubbing your tired eyes. You hadn’t gotten much sleep and your tummy was rumbling after missing most of your dinner the night before for other more extraneous activities.

“Buck?” you called quietly, finding your discarded underwear and throwing his t-shirt from the night before on. You ran your hands through your mussed hair and pushed it off your face before padding quietly back to your room to retrieve your dressing gown in case Steve was home. While he was supportive of whatever it was he thought you and Bucky had, he had announced it was only fair the bedtime behaviours weren’t thrown in his face, to which you and Bucky agreed.

But apparently not this morning.

You burst out laughing as you entered the kitchen. “Are you serious right now?”

“What?” Bucky looked back over his shoulder. “See something you like?”

“Clearly Steve isn’t home yet,” you noted as you approached him and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, sneaking your cold hands under the apron he wore over the stove and touching his scorching skin. He let out a slight shriek at your cool touch. He never was fond of the cold.

Bucky laughed quietly. “No, Steve didn’t come home. Guess he stayed at the Tower.”

“You told him to stay at the Tower too, didn’t you?” you sighed. Poor Steve. Relegated to the Tower from his own apartment so his roommates could do… well, a lot to each other.

“Yeah,” he snorted.

“Gotta say though. A bit of a fan of this naked chef caper you’ve got going on right now,” you gave his body an appreciative once over and weren’t overly surprised to find your body going back into overdrive for him.

“Naked as the day I was born, kitten,” he confirmed as your hands travelled from his broad, muscular shoulders and traced down his bulging biceps (one warm, the other cool under your touch) through to his delts, lats and descending to grab a handful of bare ass that was begging to be groped. He chuckled darkly, wriggling his butt again. “My junk is very close to the hot plate, sweetheart. Don’t get too frisky. It won’t be a desired result for either of us!”

You stifled a giggle. “Never,” you replied, kissing rippled scar tissue on his left shoulder blade. A visible shudder shot through him as he melted like butter under your lips.

“That feels fuckin’ amazin’,” he crooned, his usually well-concealed Brooklyn accent seeping through due to his increased desire, head lolling back a little. His loose dark hair shimmied across his shoulders softly.

“So, what’s cooking here, chef?” you held his hips and loosened the straps to the apron. You felt him pause.

“Uh, pancakes, baby. What’s cooking back there?” he replied as you raised the strap of the apron over his head, letting it pool at his bare feet and leaving him completely undressed. He swiftly turned the burners off. You turned him to face you as he took a step closer and thankfully, away from the stove and loosened your dressing down, curious as to what may be hiding underneath. “I see you dressed yourself again. Musn’t ‘ave got my memo,” his tone a little miffed as you giggled into his skin. “Nice shirt though. Have one similar. Looks better on you, I gotta admit,” he smiled, running his tongue across his gleaming teeth. “Think you should lose it.”

You nodded as he lifted the shirt over your head, tossing it somewhere over your shoulder as he hitched you up and sat you on the bench, spreading your knees wide so he could stand between them.

“Fuck, you look good enough to eat,” he licked his full, plump lips predatorily. The heat of his gaze eyes screamed passion, lust and maybe a little danger. Humming, he ran his calloused hands from a tug of your hair to the seam of your undies. He forced your gaze to him as he used his cybernetic hand to push them to the side, eagerly sliding his finger between your warm, slippery folds. 

It embarrassed you that you were always on for him. Your breath hitched at the coolness his touch brought and goose bumps cascaded across your body. 

“This may be the only place in the apartment that I’ve never had my way with you,” he muttered before sinking his teeth into the soft skin of your neck, your scent as well as his cologne on your skin from the day before grounding him.

Resting your forehead on your shoulder, you wrapped your arms around his chest in hopes to keep upright.

“You okay?” he whispered, his tongue tracing the rim of your ear and his thumb drawing patterns on your clit, your reply incoherent. “Should I keep going?” he whispered as he took one of your hands from him and repositioned it around his eagerly awaiting cock.

“You should definitely keep going,” you insisted, your hand with a mind of its own as you swirled the pre-come around the tip of his straining head and put your palm to work, twisting and tugging as his hips started to move off their own volition. 

“We eat here,” he grunted. “You pretty little hand tho...”

You gasped as a current ran through your body. “We’ll just make sure we disinfect,” you shuddered before you could finish the sentence. “Really well,” you finally managed as his fingers sent shockwaves through your system. “God, that feels good,” your head fell back as he smiled wickedly, pleased. “But I want you.”

He took a step closer, released your grasp on him and used his hand to slide his cock in just enough before he used his hands to hold your cheeks, he licked your lip and kissed you wet and wildly, his tongue forceful against yours as he moved within you and thrusting gently. Slow to the hilt, knowing exactly how you liked it. It was perfection how well he could make your body succumb to his whim. 

“Jesus,” you managed against his mouth. “Bucky,” you breathed as your torsos meshed together.

“I know, baby girl,” he promised, his hips picking up a gentle rhythm, slow and turning you inside out. “It feels fuckin’ amazin’ to me too.”

“I feel it,” you told him, dragging his eyes to meet you. “I feel it,” you confided. The way your heart raced when you were around him, the lust, the need... the devotion to keeping him safe and desire to be all he needed. 

You loved Bucky Barnes wildly, madly, terrifyingly so. 

“I know, darlin’, I know you love me. I love you so much too,” he sealed your words with a softer kiss, though it seeped with so much passion. “You don’t have to – ” he groaned, unable to hold it back as his hips started moving again. “You don’t have to say it back.”

You managed to push him back at arm's length, his lustfully dark eyes fluttering open as he looked back at you, a little confused. “I do, Buck.”

He breathed, his hands running from your jaw, down the curve of your neck, between your breasts, tickling your belly lightly and resting on your thighs. “Then say it,” he dared.

“I love you, Buck.”

The grin that spread across his face looked like it may have hurt him, his stony eyes shining and the dimples on his cheeks making a rare appearance. “Well, there ya go,” he teased, moving closer again, his lips moving to yours as he returned your affirmation. “Wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You sighed quietly and he shut you up with a firm thrust, reminding you both where you were and the task at hand. You wrapped your arms around his neck, dragging him close as his mouth left wet kisses against your skin. He grasped your thighs, getting closer as your head fell back in pure ecstasy. “Need you. Make me cum.”

“I’ve got you, baby doll,” he whispered. “Lemme make you feel real fuckin’ good, okay?” he begged as he moved his warm fingers to your centre again.

“Christ,” you muttered, your gaze dropping to where your bodies met, the sexiest sight and allowing your body to tighten as suddenly all you could see was white, your body quaking as you came undone and collapsed backwards on the bench as he caught you with a humoured huff.

All this power he had over you and the three words said aloud made it even better.

“Yes, baby,” he chuckled lowly, his movements starting to get a little erratic, taking absolutely everything you had to offer to him, not much longer before his hips sped up, bringing him to his climax as well and crashing into you like a freight train as he came, harsh and ragged, desperate. “Jesus, fuck,” he panted, pulling your body impossibly closer. “I love you,” he whispered again, taking your face in his hands and kissing you deeply. “I fucking love you so much. I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

“I love you too, Buck,” you said again as he gave you a softer kiss, his phone pinging across the counter. “God, that’s not work, is it?” you asked him. You knew your luck was running out, he’d been home for a few days and knew time was dwindling before he was to assemble.

He sighed. “I dunno, sweetheart,” he gave you a meek grin as he gently pulled out, your thighs crossing quickly to avoid a sticky mess across the counter. He sighed and checked his phone. “Worse.”

“Unless it's aliens or robots back to fuck shit up again, it cannot be worse. So, where are you off to?” you sighed sadly.

“Nowhere,” he chuckled. “Steve complaining about livin’ it up in the Tower while we made house here,” he winked. You gave Bucky a shy smile as he rolled his eyes and replied to Steve before picking up the apron and discarded clothes. “Come on, let’s get you showered, love,” he tugged your hair and gave you another gentle kiss. “Then I’ll make you lunch.”

“Dressed?” you asked, hoping to hide the disappointment in your voice.

“Probably best,” he sighed, taking your hand and leading you to the bathroom to clean up a long night and another leisurely round against the cool shower tiles. “Grumpy old bastard will be home at some point.”

[ivonhart]

love and war | wrecker x fem twi’lek!reader

— chapter one

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summary: The love you shared was one of wide smiles and flushed cheeks. The love that made your heart grow twofold to the point it ached. The love that made one believe in soulmates. But with this love came war. War to survive in such a harsh world. War to ensure that the light of love would not be snuffed out by the growing darkness throughout the galaxy. War to simply…find peace.

a/n: !! chapter warnings !! brief mention of Twi'lek enslavement and scars from slave whips - really nothing major / Summaries are so hard I'm so sorry. Straight up pulled that outta my butt while I listened to Flawed Mangoes. But anyway, I just love love and I love Wrecker so much so here we are! Also, I took some creative libarties and made our Twi'lek reader's lekkus to be considerable longer than presented in the shows/movies because I said so. If that nasty ass Bib Fortuna can have them so can my girl!! Also also, apparently the head-tails that Twi'leks have are kinda like living parts or something. Like I read that they can pick things up and move to communicate like sign language. So that's pretty cool. As well as a backstory behind Wrecker's blind eye and scars, plus a little headcanon about slight hearing loss on his part.

“Oh, I’m so excited to see what Phee has brought back!” Lyana said with bright eyes as the three of you made your way to the top of the island. You eyed her father with a small smile before responding. “As am I.” A thoughtful hum passed by your lips as you pulled one of your lekkus over your shoulder, messing with the flower vines you decorated your head-tails with. “I wonder if she picked up any new seeds for me? The gardens could use some new friends.”

You were as close of a friend to Phee as she let you be after she freed you from slavers whilst on a mission to “liberate” an ancient Ryloth artifact the slavers wished to part with. As the three of you reached the summit and watched the ship come into view, you noted the four individuals that stood in front of her.

One being a young girl with short, blonde hair. Despite the fact they ranged from shape and size, they all sported the same colored armor. “After all, I am a liberator–” Shep was quick to announce their presence by finishing her sentence. “Liberator of ancient wonders.” Clone Force 99’s attention turned towards the new voice and that was when Wrecker saw you.

A Twi’lek dressed in a long, airy dress that blew in the light ocean breeze, paired with a slightly dirty apron that held gardening tools looked at his brother from underneath her large floppy hat that was decorated with flowers along the top. Even though you wore a hat, he could still take in your lekkus that dropped down your back and swayed with each breath you took.

As you got closer, he saw that your head-tails were wrapped in small vines that sprouted a few tiny flowers along the larger parts of the vines. You were the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes on. His eyes never left your figure as you bounced over to Phee with a wide smile. “PHEEEEEEEE!” The woman in question opened her arms with a small smile as she braced for impact.

Everything about you drew Wrecker’s attention and he felt his heart speed up as you passed him to get to her. Your scent was one of dirt and flora. It was intoxicating. “Easy now.” Phee started with a laugh. “Those tools you got might poke my kidney out if you hug me any tighter.” And your laugh. Wrecker had to force his legs to stay under him as the sound flowed through his ears like the sweetest melody. He was so enamored with you that he didn’t see the way Hunter eyed him. The speed of his heart was like a hammer inside Hunter’s ears from how fast his heart was beating.

“About time you showed your face around here.” Shep said with a laugh after you pulled away, allowing both him and Lyana to embrace her. “What’d you bring this time?” As Phee knelt down to show Layana, you took the time to look at those she brought along. From a closer distance it was clear that they were clones, but they weren’t like the ones you remembered from the war.

They had similar faces, but they had slightly different aspects about each and every one of them. The one next to the little girl sported a skull tattoo that took half his face along with a notable, red bandanna that held his long hair back a tad. The next one seemed to hide behind his data pad, but you could still see that his goggled-eyes were stuck on Phee as she spoke about the artifact. You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged on your lips.

Then your attention moved to the last clone and he was…breathtaking. He was as large as a house with broad shoulders and strong arms, but his eyes held almost a shyness from under your gaze. His brown and white eye shifted side to side every few seconds as you kept your full attention on him.

You were so focused on memorizing the trail of scars along his eye that you didn’t realize Phee had been speaking to you until she waved her hand in front of her face. “Seems Flower here likes what she sees, huh?” Heat burned your cheeks as you snapped your eyes away from the man with an open mouth. You were about to rebuttal the woman, but she simply turned on her heel and began introducing everyone.

“This is Shep Hazard, Mayor of Pabu, his daughter, Lyana…” She then said your name whilst pointing towards you. “Shep, Lyana, Flower, meet Omega, Hunter, Wrecker and Tech.” Wrecker…that was his name. You thought the name was quite fitting for a man of his size. Even his hand seemed to engulf Shep’s as he gave him a firm handshake with joy.

You shadowed Lyana as she walked closer to Omega while she spoke. “Phee’s never brought any friends here before.” “Never?” You noted the accent the young girl had as she spoke. “Not even Cid?” Phee moved closer to you and hung her elbow on your shoulder while she answered the girl. “Nope.”

“So why bring us?” Hunter’s deep voice was a stark difference from Omega. “Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?” You smiled brightly before you poked her in the side. “She must really like you guys.” Phee stepped away from you with a playful hiss whilst waving her hand at you. “All right, Flower. That’s enough out of you. You want to see what I got you don’t ya?” Wrecker watched as your eyes lit up while you clasped your hands together under your chin.

“A gift? For me?” With quick, small shuffles you closed the gap between you and the woman with a wide smile as she pulled a small pouch from her bag. “Managed to snag you some Bluebell Squish seeds.” You squeal in excitement as you quickly open the pouch to see inside. “The gardens will love them! They have been longing for some new friends.”

“Scientifically speaking, flora of any kind cannot “long” for friends. They do not have the emotional intelligence for such things. In fact, they have no intelligence whatsoever.” You turned to see the voice belong to the one named Tech. His finger was up in the air as he spoke the words as if they were law.

Wrecker nudged his brother in the side to get him to apologize, but your sweet laugh filled the air once more. “Well you may be right, but they still do have emotional intelligence…just not in the same way we do.” You leaned closer to Tech with a smile. “Plants may lack a central nervous system, but they are still able to process information from the world around them and respond to them. And that, to me, is all I need to know to determine that they do, in fact, have feelings.” You stepped back with a joyful sigh before finishing.

“We are all children of the Force, and our energies recognize one another no matter what form we may take and respond to one another.” The Batch watched with wide eyes as Tech lifted his finger once more but was unable to formulate a reply. He simply cleared his throat and moved his hand to adjust his glasses. “I suppose it would be a waste of my time to discuss this further, seeing that you believe in such things, whilst I am a man of fact and logic.” Despite the fact that Tech’s words could be viewed in a negative light, you still smiled at him.

You both were right in your own ways and you had no right to diminish his outlook just because you believed another. And you sensed that he felt the same…but said it in a more clean-cut way.

“Then it’s settled. You’ll join us for dinner.” And with that the group began their way into lower Pabu. Omega and Lyana ran ahead whilst Shep spoke with Hunter and Tech following not far behind.

You had gradually made your way to the back of the group as many members of the community stopped to speak to you. From a quick “hello” to a brief conversation about a plant they had purchased from you. You bid farewell to a fellow Twi’lek when Wrecker spoke to you. “Do you know everyone here?” Oh how his voice made your stomach flip from the rasp it held.

A smile graced your lips as you fell in step with the man whilst responding. “We all know one another. We are all family to one another.” The two of you fell silent for a beat before both speaking at the same time. “So your group–” “So, how do you know Phee?” Both of you looked at one another before falling into a fit of giggles and laughs. While yours was light, his was hearty. You had to take hold of the tips of your head-tails due to the fact they seemed to keep reaching out for him.

Wrecker cleared his throat. “L-Ladies first.” His stutter brought heat to your cheeks once more as you moved your eyes back ahead of you. “I was just curious about you and your group. From what I know about the war, the clones were soldiers. So, your group having a child intrigued me.” You gazed towards the blonde girl as she jumped around with Lyana. “Is she the daughter of one of you?”

You turned your attention back to the large man and saw him shaking his head. “No, she’s our big sister.” You knew of the clones' accelerated growth so you put the pieces together that she must have been different. Wrecker tilted his head slightly. “Though…she is more like a daughter to Hunter.” A small laugh passed his lips. “It’s a lil’ odd.”

You softly shook your head. “Relationships between one another are complex things. As long as she is loved and cared for.” Wrecker looked down at you with sudden serious eyes. “We would lay down our lives for her.” You gave a stern nod. “Good. She deserves nothing less.”

The man was about to open his mouth once more, but Shep suddenly spoke your name. “This is her home and shop.” You looked towards him to see that the group was now in front of your home. “She nurtures the most beautiful plants in the entire galaxy. None are able to do what she does.”

Wrecker watched as you walked over to him while waving your hands in bashfulness. “Oh Shep, you act as though it was magic.” With a polite smile you slipped past Hunter and moved towards your door. “But, since I am here I suppose it’s time to say goodbye for now.” “Wait, you’re not coming to dinner with us?” Wrecker’s question shot through the air even before you had finished your sentence, earning everyone’s eyes on him.

Hunter could hear the way both hearts were beating so fast he feared he would get a headache. You dropped your gaze with a small laugh while taking a lekku in your hands. “I’m sure you all must have matters to discuss and I do not wish to intrude.” Shep shook his head with a gentle laugh before getting your attention. “You would never intrude. We all assumed you would be joining us; you missed Phee the most and I’m sure you’d love to catch up as well as get to know our guests more.” That’s when heat exploded along your cheeks once more.

You didn’t have to see Shep’s face to know he was smiling about a certain member of their team you quickly grew enamored with. With a small laugh you began walking backwards. “Well, in that case–” A gasp shot from your mouth as your hip hit one of the many plant pots you had scattered around your front porch.

Wrecker felt his hands twitch to reach out and steady you as he watched you regain your balance with an awkward cough. “Um…yeah, I’m–I’ll go freshen up then.” You were quick to shut your front door before letting a heavy sigh out from the embarrassment that spread throughout your body. Unaware of the eyes that lingered on your front door for longer than needed before eventually joining his brothers.

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It was near sunset when Wrecker saw you again and when he did, the man launched to his feet as he took you in. The chair he sat on almost tumbled over from his speed in which he stood. There you were, the woman that already seemed to take over his mind, glowing underneath the light of Pabu’s setting sun.

Eyes staring straight at him. You were dressed in a loose fitting dress that draped over your body with your head-tails resting down your chest after you tied them together in the front with a ribbon. The tips of your tails barely sweeping across your belly button with the light breeze. 

Because of the lack of vines he was able to see the designs that spread across for lekkus; the faintest of swirls intertwined with your skin in a shade barely lighter than your skin color. His sudden movement didn’t go unnoticed and they all looked to where he was staring…only to see you.

Omega’s eyes widened as she was quick to speak. “YOU LOOK SO PRETTY!” Her excited voice snapped you from his gaze and you quickly looked down to where she was. A smile graced your lips once more as you moved closer. “Thank you very much, Omega.” Your eyes moved to look at everyone at the table. “I apologize for being so late. I still had some chores to finish up and then it took me some time to find a dress that didn’t have that many dirt stains on it.”

Everyone chuckled at your joke. “Uh, I th-I think you look amazingly…uh beautiful.” Wrecker’s words tumbled out faster than his brain could process which caused him to stumble over the words. And once more…your cheeks grew hot.  Omega grabbed your hand and led you to a, conveniently, vacant seat right next to Wrecker.

The dinner went well and as everyone began to scatter to their own devices, Wrecker made his way to where you stood. You had seen Omega and Lyana off towards the boat before settling in against the railing of the balcony just moments ago.

Because the dress you wore had an open back, the men were able to see what was marked there as you got comfortable. Jagged burns littered your colored skin and they knew immediately where they came from. A slaver’s whip. The long weapon coursing with electricity was something none could forget after being struck by one.

Although you just met Wrecker that day, you could tell that he was being unusually quiet as he approached and you knew why. “It’s okay. You can ask about them.” You grew to accept the scars that marked your body and felt no reason to cover it up. “You were a slave?” Wrecker couldn’t help but wince at the phrasing he used to ask the question, but you didn’t seem to be angry.

Your eyes still watched the boat with Omega and Lyana on it leave the dock as you let out a simple ‘mhmm’. You lekkus twirling the flowers that grew on the balcony as you did. “It’s quite common for the women of my species to be taken so it was really only a matter of time.” Wrecker’s heart grew heavy from your words. “Phee was actually the one who saved me.” You looked past Wrecker to where Phee was talking with Tech and a small smile formed. “She saved me in every possible way.”

“I’ll have to thank her then.” Your eyes moved to his brown and white one with slight confusion. “If she didn’t save you I may have never met you.” Heat exploded across your cheeks and you dropped your head with a small laugh. Your heart was pounding just as hard as his. “You sure do know how to make a lady blush.” The once heavy atmosphere grew light as Wrecker threw his head back in laughter.

Your giggles were not far behind. “What about your scars?” You asked once your laughter died down. Wrecker turned his large body towards you so you could get a better view at the side of his face that was littered with a web of scars around his ear and head. Being so close, you were even able to see that small parts of the ear were missing.

“It was during one of my early demolition exercises on Kamino. Normally, the bombs they had me working with were duds but one must’ve slipped through the cracks and next thing I know I was in the medical wing with only one good eye and ear.” So he was blind in that eye and the reason he speaks so loud is because he most likely lost hearing on that ear.

Another hum passed your lips as you slowly raised your hand to the side of his face. “May I?” Wrecker nodded and your fingers moved across his skin he gasped. The reaction caused you to jump back. “I’m so sorry!” Your eyes were wide with worry as you intertwined your claps hands with your lekku tips.

The man frantically shook his head. “M’bad.” You watched red flush his cheeks as his eyes shifted around. “It’s just…no one’s touched them before. People find them too scary to look at.” That’s when his eyes dropped to the floor and you watched as his whole self seemed to deflate. “People find me scary to look at.” Anger bubbled within you at his confession.

How could anyone think this man was scary? You could tell he was nothing more than a gentle giant. “Well, I don’t find you scary.” With a small step forward you brushed your fingers against his larger ones. “In fact…” Your voice dropped to almost a whisper as if the wind would carry the sound throughout all of Pabu. “I think you are quite handsome.”

His wide eyes snapped towards you and you had to hold back the giggles that threatened to escape. A few seconds passed before a smile split across his face. “Seems like I’m not the only one that can make someone blush.” Your heart grew full as you smiled up towards him. Unfortunately, the moment was lost when the ground started to shake. Wrecker grabbed hold of you with ease as you lost your footing and with wide eyes you looked up at him. Something was coming.

[cherhys]

Kiss the Cook(s)

Dad!Cassian x Reader

Summary: You come home after a long day to find a mess in the kitchen, but the joyous laughter and babble coming from that direction make up for it. 

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, mention of sex (direct/indirect)

Notes: Easing my way back into the writing world with a short and disgustingly sweet (with a little teasing ofc) piece. I can’t just come out swinging after a month of nothing (eek) y’know? I’ve been into spontaneous baking now that I’m home from uni and thus this baby was whipped up. Hope you didn’t miss me too much! xx

You rolled your neck as you stepped into the House of Wind, hoping to loosen the tension you amassed throughout the day. Today had been abysmal on every front—the Autumn Court was rejecting new terms you proposed as advisor of the Night Court, Mor was unsuccessful in Vallahan again, and the stack of papers on your desk seemed to grow taller regardless of how many you reviewed. A dull pain was beginning to throb behind your eyes. A nice, long soak with some lavender bath salts should do the—

A happy squeal punctured through the haze of your never-ending frustration. Had you imagined the sound? After the day you’ve had, hallucinations wouldn’t be so shocking, however, another bubbly gurgle reached your ears. Your smile was nearly immediate. You should’ve noticed the happily glowing light in your chest was particularly bright today. Sugary-smelling goodness flooded your senses like a balm to your fraying nerves. 

Your feet can’t carry you to the kitchen fast enough, excitement coursing through your veins. However, upon entering the kitchen, you ground to a halt, failing to process the scene before you. Your eyes don’t know where to look first. The kitchen was an absolute mess. Utensils and bowls covered every surface that wasn’t already splattered with various questionable ingredients. Your eyebrows raised at the– were those mashed potatoes on the counter? Frankly, you couldn’t tell, but the bulk of the mess covered your mate and baby girl. 

Your little girl was sitting in her high chair so she could reach the tall counter and was unceremoniously stirring some batter of sorts, though a good chunk of it now splattered the countertop. Miraculously, your daughter looked better than your mate did—various stains of egg, batter, butter and other ingredients cover Cassian. You’re pretty sure those were eggshells in his hair. The two look so happy, making whatever concoction of ingredients they’ve lumped together, so how could you be upset, even if flour had somehow made it to your high ceilings? Neither one had noticed you yet, and you took in the sweet sight as they giggled and played together. 

Cassian had put your daughter in her “Kiss the Cook” bib, a twin to his own apron. You dimly wondered if he had a shirt underneath as you couldn’t see any sleeves or collar. Your heart clenched at the sweet gaze he reserved only for your baby girl, his sure hand lifting to rub some batter on her button nose. Cassian bent closer, and your daughter shoved her chubby fist into the batter and smooshed it onto his stubbled jaw. You burst out laughing as he caught her hand in his mouth, and she gave a giddy squeal. 

Two sets of wide hazel eyes turned to look at you, first in shock and then with uncontained glee. They let out chorused cheers that only further fuelled your laughter. Their twin grins (you’ve always loved that your daughter got Cassian’s beaming smile, but Cauldron, your genetics were null) somehow get all the brighter. 

Your daughter made grabby hands at you, and you couldn’t help but coo and kiss her batter-laden cheeks. 

“Hello, my darlings.” You nuzzle into your babe’s supple neck, her hands grabbing listlessly at your clothing. 

“And what about my kiss?” Cassian pouted, pointing to his lips. You rolled your eyes at his antics, only for his kiss to render you breathless. His strong arms circled around you, pulling you into his warm embrace—no shirt it was, then. No matter how long you’d been mated, he never ceases to make it special; as if it’s the first kiss all over again. Your shoulders relax, and your heart flutters at the creeping smile you feel growing on Cassian’s face. He deepens the kiss before your daughter’s bubbly gurgles pull you away from one another.  

You don’t get far as Cassian’s arms tighten around you reassuringly, his thumb rubbing a comforting pattern into the curve of your hip. 

“What are you making?” You rested your head on his chest, the beat of his heart chipping away at your weariness with every steady ba-dump. He kissed your temple, knowing you must be nursing your headache. 

“Chocolate chip cookies.” His proud proclamation was met with happy babbles from your babe, as if she were also excited about the cookies she certainly couldn’t eat. 

You surveyed the virtually destroyed kitchen once more, “And baking cookies involves making a large enough mess that Nuala and Ceridwen will curse you for the next decade?”

Cassian shook his head in mock despair, the corners of his lips twitching up, “I’m afraid there are always casualties in battle, sweetheart.”

You babe loudly burbled and waved her tiny fist as if in agreement with her father. The babe had yet to speak, and she was already conspiring with her father against you. You sighed and reluctantly pulled yourself from Cassian’s loving embrace, tugging at his apron, “Well then, you could use all the help you can get, right General?”

The tender smile on his face morphed into something devious, his eyes darkening with mischief, “Depends on what you’re offering, sweetheart.” 

You swatted at his shoulder, an offended whine leaving his lips at the hit, “Not in front of our daughter. She can hear you.”

He opened his mouth, ready to retort that your babe was preoccupied with further splattering the batter she had her hands on, but you pulled him tightly to you. You leaned onto your tiptoes, turning your head to his ear as you languorously raked your nails down his exposed side, “You’re welcome to find out how much help I can be later, hmm, General?” 

He let loose a slow breath at your whispered sultry tone, his warrior training and your daughter being the only things stopping him from taking you on the counter. A slow smile bloomed across your face at the heated flare of arousal he unconsciously sent down the bond. Before he could respond, you coyly pulled away as if nothing had happened. You turned to your daughter, pinching her sweet cheeks, “Let’s finish these cookies, okay? I think all we need is the chocolate chips.”

Grabbing the bowl with what was left of the batter, you yelped as a loud smack came down on your ass. 

“Cassian!” You gasped and rubbed at your sore bum, your cheeks burning as you turned to your mate. Cassian simply gave you a meaningful side-long look that promised more of that later, as he bent to open a cabinet, the timbre of his voice impeccably nonchalant,  “Just the chocolate chips, right?”

You stared at him a beat longer, your daughter flapping her little wings clumsily in the silence as you absently smoothed over your surely reddening ass. Cassian raised a brow at you in challenge, and you bit your lip with a nod, “Yes, please.”

His faux-serious look melted into the face of a cock-sure male who knew he’d won as he began to root around in the cabinet. You huffed at his low chuckle, sending enough abrasive feelings down the bond to let him know what an insufferable ass he is. 

Loud slapping against the counter broke through the heavy tension in the air, your daughter demanding attention with a wobbling pout. You cooed at her antics, grabbing a towelette to gently wipe her chubby cheeks. You suppressed a sigh at the batter dried to her curls, thinking of the bath that had to happen after the cookies were done. 

As if reading your mind, Cassian hummed in thought, “I’ll have to give the little bat a good scrubbing.”

“It is your fault.” 

He pleadingly put his hands out, “Look at her! Of course I gave her the batter; you can’t say no to those eyes!”

You both turned to look at your babe, her face lighting up with a gummy smile as she cooed, dark lashes framing her doe eyes. You imperceptibly softened, and Cassian gave a boisterous laugh, “That’s my girl.”

He loudly clapped his hands and placed them on his hips, drawing your attention back to his tanned waist and the muscles peaking from behind the apron, “Alright! Let’s get these done so I can take my girls to bed since it's getting late.” 

His wolfish grin only spread as he noticed where your gaze was fixed, “Eyes up here, sweetheart.” 

Cassian deviously winked, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his persistent ridiculousness, your cheeks pinking at having been caught staring.

Cassian tore open the chocolate chips, and you handed a silicone spatula to your daughter for her to teethe on. You both quickly fell into step with one another, seamlessly weaving to mix the batter, line the pans, and finish the treats. The warm, content feeling in your chest further grew as Cassian talked about his day, your babe’s happy chatter in the background. No amount of weariness from the long day at work could take away from the special moments with your family.

Final Notes: Girl dad Cassian >>>> Ugh, I want him so bad. Hope you like it <3

[crrows]

Visited Nanzenji proper this time rather than just looking at the aqueduct and going home. Headdress, cape, heart apron, and skirt made by me. Details in read more.

This set is my child fr. It's so comfy and so cute. Sewing it all was a small journey so I'll split the details in to sections.

Skirt

I saw the fabric in the shop and knew I wanted to make a skirt out of it. I used the beginners skirt pattern from Otome no Sewing 5 and added eyelet lace for extra fun. The advantage of sewing in Japan is that you can actually find a lot of the same laces that Baby and Meta uses in their designs. The lace here is the eyelet lace Baby uses a lot. The skirt is fully elasticated so it's the most comfortable thing in the world. It makes it so hard to go back to Baby's partially shirred skirts that death grip my waist. My only regret with the skirt is that I should have sewn down the ribbon running through the lace as it likes to catch on things. However, that's something I can do in post too.

Cape

The days were getting colder but I wanted to keep showing off the skirt. All my coats are long, so I decided to make a little matching cape for warmth. I traced the pattern off a capelet on an Innocent World coat I own and then adjusted it so it was longer and curved up at the front. The cape is lined with black satin and interlined with thin wool. It's super cute and the wool makes it a little warmer. The front lines of eyelet lace were inspired by Wirehead Shop's designs. I forgot to account for the larger neckhole that the coat capelet had (to account for the giant coat collar) so the one I made tends to shuffle around more than I'd like. In the future, I might add a button closure to the front rather than ribbons, so it fits tighter.

Heart Apron

I fell in love with Meta's old heart aprons with their curved skirt, I thought they added a bit of something different to the usual straight lines of lace you usually find in egl. This apron is a blatant rip off of that, just with torchon lace instead. The heart bib took a while to get right. I spent about an hour drawing the correct heart shape, bought new fabric so the flowers could be in the centre, and then completely changed the heart shape once I'd cut it out. The ties around the neck are a bit of a train wreck - next time I'd just use black grosgrain ribbon. I'd love to try pairing this with a white or black op (or another floral op for full granny curtain pattern clashing), but I'll have to wait for a nice one to pop up on Mercari.

Other Coord Details

Blouse: Baby (Luanna Blouse)

Bloomers: Baby (2005)

Socks: Metamorphose (2023)

Shoes: Doc Martens (90s)

[chic-a-gigot]

Le Petit écho de la mode, no. 22, vol. 16, 3 juin 1894, Paris. 1. Toilettes de campagne. Dessin de M. Foa.Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

(1.) Robe en toile de Vichy rose pâle et entre-deux guipure crêpe. — Jupe ronde froncée derrière et plate devant, garnie de 4 rangs d’entre-deux, dont un remonte à la taille pour former le tablier. Corsage froncé devant et dans le dos, agrafé au milieu du devant, sous les fronces, garni de 4 rangs d’entre-deux, col droit uni, ceinture de ruban noir, manche unie à ballon drapé par des points, entre-deux au bas de la manche. Capote de dentelle noire ornée de marguerites des prés, brides velours noir.

(1.) Pale pink Vichy canvas dress with crepe guipure insert. — Round skirt gathered at the back and flat at the front, garnished with 4 rows of inbetweens, one of which goes up to the waist to form the apron. Gathered bodice at the front and back, stapled in the middle of the front, under the gathers, trimmed with 4 rows of spacers, plain straight collar, black ribbon belt, plain balloon sleeve draped with dots, spacer at the bottom of the sleeve. Black lace hood decorated with meadow daisies, black velvet straps.

Matériaux: 11 mètres de toile, 16 mètres entre-deux.

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(2.) Robe de fillette de 12 à 13 ans en batiste fond crème à (bouquets bleu pâle. — Jupe ronde froncée ornée au bas d’un point d’épine bleu. Corsage-blouse froncé devant et dans le dos et formant basque, sur les épaules petit volant froncé, formant berthe, manche unie avec petit ballon terminé par un volant, col droit. Grande capeline d’Italie ornée de dentelle, noeud de velours noir et grosses marguerites à cœur jaune, bas et souliers noirs.

(2.) Dress for a 12 to 13 year old girl in cambric on a cream background with pale blue bouquets. — Round gathered skirt decorated at the bottom with a blue thorn stitch. Corsage-blouse gathered at the front and back and forming a peplum , on the shoulders small gathered ruffle, forming a berthe, plain sleeve with small balloon ending in a ruffle, straight collar Large Italian hat decorated with lace, black velvet bow and large daisies with yellow hearts, black stockings and shoes.

Matériaux: 7 mètres de batiste.

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(3.) Robe de fillette de 10 à 11 ans en serge légère rouge et surah crème. — Petite jupe cloche unie, corsage froncé dans le dos, formant veste devant, ouvert sur un plastron de surah froncé sous un col droit, boutons d’acier et revers de moire noire au corsage, ceinture de faille noire, manche ample du haut, étroite du bas, grand chapeau de paille rouge orné de plumes noires.

(3.) Dress for a 10 to 11 year old girl in light red serge and cream surah. — Small plain bell skirt, gathered bodice in the back, forming a jacket in front, open on a gathered surah bib under a straight collar, steel buttons and black moire lapels at the bodice, black fault belt, ample top sleeve, narrow from the bottom, large red straw hat decorated with black feathers.

Matériaux: 5 mètres de serge.

[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse Rewatches SPN 05x14

My Bloody Valentine

“It would send you howling to the nut house” “That’s creepy AS FUCK” “Who’s the monster here?” “Don’t they start eating each other to death?” “They’re like super hungry or something” “Sure” “No shit” “Damn” “How do they hear each other whispering like that? Their ears would be ringing like mad” “Sure I guess.” “yeah I’m fine. I’m not fine.” Said in a gruff man voice

Laughed at Dean “what the fuck” “They’re also fkn massive” “oh no! Heart disease. They might die soon” “That’s a really thin bib thing. That would be really slutty if he had no shirt on” Laughing and rewinding the apron bib bit

“Personal space much?” Laughing at Cas

“I’m going to hang up. Now” laughed at “they’re not incontinent” “How does he do that with a straight face dude?” “The fuck” “Was Dean trying to intimidate Cas?” “Sorry Sam. You’re the 3rd wheel” “Does Cas just fkn grab him?” “Sure” Laughing “Dean’s fkn eyes” “He’s just staring at the cupid dick” “I don’t think Cas wants to read the cupid’s mind” “Top priority arrangement? Is that why their union is so popular in so many universes?” “Well you punched him” “He didn’t punch him in the dick” “He’s getting all insecure about seeing too much penis” 🎶too much penis🎶

“What?” “Twinkie cannon” “Why did he hesitate?” “Why did he hesitate?” “Oh is he going to drink more demon blood or something?” 🎶off the deep end pretty soon🎶

“Portable portal?” “What is Cas’s hunger?” “oh yeahhhh” “nice” “Jesus Fkn Christ” “I wonder what actor the demon is. He reminds me of someone” Sam’s always fighting for his life while Dean and Cas are arguing

“I’ve developed a taste for ground beef” “Why Montana?” “Lock me down good man” “It’s just a fkn sink! You can pull that thing off the wall no problem” “Oh yeah he was drinking when we last saw him” “He’s an angel so I guess it doesn’t matter” “hahaha” “Classic Dean answer - I’m just well fed” “sam, on the other hand, is neither of those things” “Don’t worry about the vessel at all.” “I guess he’s super powering himself up again” “Nice” “uh huh” “Is he sitting at the bar eating hamburgers?” “It was 5 seconds. How is it too long?” “SpongeBob meme about time” “So why isn’t Dean affected?” Because he already denies himself everything he wants

“Ooo” “Couldn’t be bothered to wipe off his fkn face” “Can we cut his hand off yet?” “little choppy chop?” “little slice and dice? NO?” “Wow he digested those real quick” this is literally the sexiest Sam has ever been

“Couldn’t be bothered to chop his hand off yet?” “That was well framed” “So I don’t quite understand. How did Dean survive this?” He denies himself everything he wants already. He doesn’t want to hunt. He doesn’t want to be an angel condom. Etc

[hiliteuniform]

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[ainews]

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[allaboutthatlace]

Baby, the Stars Shine Bright - Apron With Heart Bib (2003) in Sax, White and Pink

[vampyresfromouterspace]

Felt cute

[catlettuce666]

Heart Bib Apron

ハート胸当てエプロン

[ivonhart]

FIC POSTED 🤯

a lil’ snippet of the wrecker fic I’m working on rn cuz I’m loving it sm

reader is a twi’lek (like usual I kept the skin color up to y’all’s imagination - she’s purple in my eyes hehe + I wrote her lekkus to be somewhat longer than shown in the show cuz if that nasty dude twi’lek Bib Fortuna - he scares me so bad man - can have long lekkus so can my girl 👹)

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“Oh, I’m so excited to see what Phee has brought back!” Lyana said with bright eyes as the three of you made your way to the top of the island. You eyed her father with a small smile before responding. “As am I.”

A thoughtful hum passed by your lips as you pulled one of your lekkus over your shoulder, messing with the flower vines you decorated your head-tails with. “I wonder if you picked up any new seeds for me? The gardens could use some new friends.”

You were as close of a friend to Phee as she let you be after she freed you from slavers whilst on a mission to “liberate” an ancient Ryloth artifact the slavers wished to part with. As the three of you reached the summit and watched the ship come into view, you noted the four individuals that stood in front of her. One being a young girl with short, blonde hair.

Despite the fact they ranged from shape and size, they all sported the same colored armor. “After all, I am a liberator–” Shep was quick to announce their presence by finishing her sentence. “Liberator of ancient wonders.” Clone Force 99’s attention turned towards the new voice and that was when Wrecker saw you.

A Twi’lek dressed in a long, flowy dress that blew in the light ocean breeze, paired with an apron that was slightly dirty that held gardening tools looked at his brother from underneath her large floppy hat that was decorated with flowers along the top. Even though you wore a hat, he could still take in your lekkus that dropped down your back and swayed with each breath you took.

As you got closer, you saw that your head-tails were wrapped in small lines that sprouted a few small flowers along the larger parts of the vines. You were the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes on. His eyes never left your figure as you bounced over to Phee with a wide smile. “PHEEEEEEEE!”

The woman in question opened her arms with a small smile as she braced for impact. Everything about you drew Wrecker’s attention and he felt his heart speed up as passed him to get to her. Your scent was one of dirt and flora. It was intoxicating. “Easy now.” Phee started with a laugh. “Those tools you got might poke my kidney out if you hug me any tighter.” And your laugh. Wrecker had to force his legs to stay under him as the sound flowed through his ears like the sweetest melody.

He was so enamored with you that he didn’t see the way Hunter eyed him. “About time you showed your face around here.” Shep said with a laugh after you pulled away, allowing both him and Lyana to embrace him. “What’d you bring this time?” As Phee kneeled down to show Layana, you took the time to look at those she brought along.

From a closer distance it was clear that they were clones, but they weren’t like the ones you remembered from Ryloth. They had similar faces, but there were slightly different aspects about each and every one of them.

The one next to the little girl sported a skull tattoo that took half his face along with a notable, red bandana that held his long hair back a tad. The next one seemed to hide behind his data pad, but you could still see that his goggled-eyes were stuck on Phee as she spoke about the artifact. You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged on your lips.

Then your attention moved to the last clone and he was…breathtaking. He was as large as a house with broad shoulders and strong arms, but his eyes held almost a shyness from under your gaze. His brown and white eyes shifted side to side every few seconds as you kept your full attention on him.

You were so focused on memorizing the trail of scars along his eye that you didn’t realize Phee had been speaking to you until she waved her hand in front of her face. “Seems Flower here likes what she sees, huh?” Heat burned your cheeks as you snapped your eyes away from the man with an open mouth. You were about to rebuttal the woman, but she simply turned on her heel and began introducing everyone.

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his literally my wife - I’m already three pages deep in a google doc rn - size 11 font NO sentence spaces

[peakyscillian]

The Forgiveness | The Date Series

Summary: Cillian has a lot of grovelling to do! Warnings: Drama, Language and smut of course! Pairing: Cillian x Fem!Reader Part: 21/? Requested: No A/N: -

The Forgiveness | The Date Series

Masterlist | Date Masterlist Part 20.

You hoisted the car seat out of its holder, Ophelia happily wriggling away under her blanket, for the first time in a week she had settled through a coffee date with Ella and then a catch up with Orla.

You felt semi-human after a good nights sleep and a chat with the girls. Although you were still trying to ignore Cillian, apart from a few texts checking in as you weren't that heartless you both hadn't said much to each other.

Your plan was to get Ophelia to bed, soak in a bubble bath and call him to finally talk things through.

You missed him, and deep down you knew he was trying his best but being overly tired and emotional you had seen it as something completely different.

You locked up the car, changing bag over your shoulder, unlocking the front door you went about the motions of getting everything set down.

You hadn't paid attention to the case by the stairs, the addition of suede boots by the doormat to interested in your smiling daughter gurgling in her seat. Cillian stepping into the lounge with a towel over his shoulder and the joke apron you had got him for valentines day on shocked you, a muffled scream left your mouth as you finally registered it was Cillian and not some intruder.

"Hey baby" he spoke softly, slowly stepping towards you.

You checked Ophelia was still settled before you let him engulf you in his arms, pressed to his chest you felt overcome with emotion.

"I'm so mad at you" you sighed, looking up at him "I love you but I'm so mad"

Cillian nodded, pressing a kiss to the top of your head "I know, Im sorry, love you" You stepped out of his embrace, you had thought so many times in the past week what to say to him but now he was here in front of you, you just wanted him to hold you tell you he was never leaving you again.

Right on queue Ophelia wailed from her carseat, her eyes locked on Cillian, he smiled you could see his heart melting at the sight of her, he was over to her in a instant, unclipping and scooping her out of her seat.

His noses nudging against hers "Whats all this noise? have you been keeping your mummy awake?"

She bared her gums at him in some form of a smile, the lone tooth that had pushed through at the front on display, Cillian laughed lightly at the sight.

"I'm cooking for us, I'm here, go do what you need bath, sleep whatever" he was still speaking in a cautious tone towards you.

You nodded "This doesn't mean I forgive you" you made sure you were clear with that statement.

He nodded letting you gather up all the things you needed to take upstairs, watching you as you left the room.

*** You had, dragged yourself from the most heavenly bath, changed into the new pyjama's Cillian had left on the bed, making your way back downstairs you stopped outside the kitchen, you could hear Cillian chatting away to Ophelia.

"Just need to make things up to your mama, been a bit silly" "homecooked food is a good way isn't it, huh?" "how would you like to come to LA?" You opened the door, the kitchen smelt amazing food bubbling on the hob, Ophelia was in her highchair a bowl of mushed up food in front of her, on her face, the bib anywhere but her mouth.

"I hope it was okay to give her some food" Cillian watched you, you smiled "Cillian you're her dad you can do whatever you think she needs" "I haven't been here, I feel so lost" he looked unsure, you stepped towards him, arms around his waist "You're doing fine, we just need you around" you almost whispered.

His hands were on your arms, stroking your soft skin "I know, I've been an idoit" "It's fine, we can talk later" you reached up to brush a light kiss across his lips, he finally smiled you could sense the worry leaving his body.

Cillian handed you a glass of wine, getting you to sit down at the table next to Ophelia, you picked up a cloth to wipe away some of the orange mush on her face and hands. The silence in the kitchen was comfortable, both of you settled to be near each other again. **

Ophelia had settled for the night straight away, Cillian had laid her in her crib, stayed for a few moments and then joined you back in the lounge.

You were shocked to see him back so soon, Ophelia hadn't been settling and now her daddy was home she was good as gold. "Behaving for you" you joked, as he sat next to you taking the glass of wine you were offering him. "We'll see" he smiled, leaning in for a kiss, which you happily returned.

"I've spoke to Chris, I need to be back in a few days but I'm taking you two with me" He sat back against the sofa "Taking my girls to LA" you had turned your body towards him as he pulled you into his side. "Cill, you don't need Ophelia's bad sleep schedule waking you up when you have long days" you sighed, placing your wine glass on the coffee table.

"I want you both there, I've hated the past few weeks we've been so annoyed with each other, you've been struggling on a few hours sleep. I want to get up in the middle of the night and see our daughter to get her back to sleep, I want to come home after a long day, help you bath her and put her to bed. I'm her dad I should be there" he was stroking his thumb over your wrist.

"I want to be there for you as your husband, I want to come home to you" he finished, you were biting gently at your lip nodding.

"Okay, yes okay" you smiled, letting him pull you onto his lap.

**

Cillian was smothering your face with kisses, his wine glass discarded on the coffee table next to yours, as he pushed you back on the sofa, his body against you, settled between your legs, hands pushing under your top.

"Fuck, missed you" he sighed, forehead against yours.

His hands were stroking over your breasts, down to your hips and back up again "Sorry for being such a dick" he added as you reached up to kiss him, your hips pressing against his "You can make it up to me" you smirked, he didn't need to be told twice, your top was off in seconds, he'd wriggled your bottoms down your legs.

Head between your thighs, a delighted smile on his face as his gaze dragged over you naked on the sofa, legs slightly parted. "I plan on it, darling" he dropped his head, lips making contact with the skin of your thighs, he moved your legs over his shoulders.

Hands spreading you open for him his tongue licking lightly against your exposed hole, dragging up to your clit, sucking it between his lips making you moan. Cillian was pulling your hips towards him, his face buried in between your legs, mouth on your pussy, tongue swirling around your soaking hole, nose nudging against your clit making your hips roll towards him. "Fuck, Cillian, please" you were a writhing mess on the sofa, could feels your wall contracting around nothing, your pussy throbbing.

Cillian slid two fingers easily into your pussy, curling up to reach the soft front wall making your head fall back against the sofa cushions. "yes, thats it Cill" you moaned, you'd been so worked up so frustrated the sensation of his fingers inside you, his tongue teasing at you was making you dizzy. "So good for me" His fingers were pounding into you, your hips rocking down to fuck against them, his teeth nipping at your senstive flesh.

"Please, fuck let me cum, Cill please" you were trying to hold out but the burning in your stomach had other ideas.

Cillian ignored you at first, his mouth licking and sucking every inch of your pussy, his fingers dragging slowly against your walls "look at me" he instructed you lifted your head from the sofa, eyes locking with his. "Cum for me darling, let me taste you" he rasped head diving back down to lap at your cunt, as you let go, juices flowing from you onto his tongue, down his chin. Cillian licked everything you offered, leaving his fingers settled inside you until your walls stopped clenching around them.

**

The cries from Ophelia's nursey pulled you both out of your blissed out state, Cillian stood up from the sofa, he made his way to her room.

You were trying to catch your breath, you hadn't had such an intense orgasm in weeks, your body still pulsing.

Cillian appeared moments later "Lost her dummy, went straight back to sleep" he looked so smitten as he spoke about her.

You smiled, getting off the sofa, wrapping yourself around your husband, lips feverishly kissing across his t-shirt covered chest.

You pushed him back until he was sat on the sofa, you were on the floor naked between his legs, your fingers undoing the fastening on his jeans, eyes locked on his as you licked at your lips. "I've got some making up to do as well" you purred, hands sliding over his semi-hard cock covered by his tight black Calvin Kleins. His hips jerked up as you teased him, finally curling your fingers around the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down his legs adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor. You moved back up his body, breasts grazing over his cock as you pushed his t-shirt up and over his head, lips brushing with his, licking into his mouth, pressing your body against him. You pulled away, getting back into position between his legs, fingertips brushing over his now solid cock, watching as he twitched under your touch, you finally curled your hand around his length, giving him a squeeze before you guided him towards your open mouth. Cillian hissed as your lips made contact with his tip, pulling back his foreskin to wrap your tongue around the head, licking the precum leaking his tip. "Jesus fucking christ" he sighed hands in your hair, tugging at the strands. You started moving your head, up and down his shaft, your tongue dragging across the prominent vein, teeth grazing along his base, licking your way back up, sinking back down this time you swallowed him down to the back of your throat, With a slight gag you kept him there, letting his hips slowly push up towards you . "look at you taking it all back, fuck" he cursed, as you let him fall from your mouth, a trail of pre-cum and spit attached to your lips. You were pumping at him, wrist flicking, hand squeezing as you kept his head in your mouth "Going to cum in my mouth Cill?" you asked, fluttering your lashes at him.

"Yes fuck, yes please" he groaned his hand covering yours as you opened your mouth, he helped you stroke him to his edge, his cum landing on your cheeks in your mouth, you licked and swallowed it all. **

Your eyes never leaving his as you stood up, straddling his thighs, his hands on your ass as you rocked your hips down on him, moments later he was hard again.

"Need this huh?" you teased, hand wrapped around his base giving him a gentle squeeze, before he helped you lift yourself up and over his cock.

You both moaned out as you sunk down on him, his cock stretching every inch of your pussy, his gaze was on the sight of you stretching around him. "Made for me, I swear you were, look at your pretty cunt taking all of me" he sighed hands squeezing at your thighs. You dropped your head to take in the view, he was fully bottomed out inside you, you could feel the tip pressed against your cervix.

"Feels so good, fuck please fuck me" you whimpered, moving your hips to circle around him.

Cillian smiled, pushing your hair from your face "Shush, got you baby" he smiled. His hand on the back of your neck, bringing your lips to his as he pushed his hips from the sofa to start moving inside you.

Your breath caught in your throat lips still on his, hands on his shoulders as you moved yourself up off him in time with his thrusts.

Cillians hands had slipped down to your hips, helping you move on him, his hips thrusting up into you as he pulled you flush against his thighs, filling you fully once more.

You rocked against him, he was holding you down the feeling of you rolling your hips, every clench tugging your walls against his cock, your lips parted breathy whimpers leaving your mouth.

"Feel so tight riding me like this, fuck you're so good for me, going to fill you up darling" he was stumbling over his words, eyes closed as he felt the first small flutters of your pussy contracting round him.

"Going to take it all daddy, please" your eyes opened you hadn't called him that in while, you stalled your hips.

Cillian smirking "It's not weird I promise" he chuckled lightly. You bit at your lip, moving to press your lips to his in a hard kiss, rocking your hips once again, his hands were tweaking at your nipples, stroking over your breasts making you whine. Cillian was pounding himself up into you, you were bouncing off his cock, both of you moaning, heads thrown back as you chased your releases. "Fill me up daddy please, please" you panted, as his finger made contact with you clit. He was working small circles around it, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger "Daddy is going to fill your pretty cunt with his cum" he rasped lips by your ear "I've got you darling"

"Please, please" you nodded chest heaving, you were grinding down on him, walls clenching around his cock as he continued to drive his hips upwards. You pulsed against him, making a low guttarall groan leave his mouth as he filled you with his cum. Cillians fingers still teasing at your clit as you finally let go, your body shuddering falling against him as your orgasm washed over you. "Maybe we should fight more often" Cillian smiled as you lifted your head from his chest, throwing him a look "Don't even think of it Murphy" you warned sliding from his lap.

Grabbing the wine glasses from the coffee table, you made your way to the lounge doorway "are you joining me or is the jaccuzi bath going to go to waste?" you threw a look over your shoulder. Cillians eyes travelled over your naked body, he was off the sofa in seconds, hands grabbing for you "and you thought a jaccuzi bath would be a stupid idea" he teased, picking you up and carrying you to the ensuite. He really did have making up to do. ** Taglist @missymurphy1985 @heidimoreton @cloudofdisney @janelongxox @queenshelby @being-worthy @elenavampire21 @datewithgianni @magicalpieex @uchihacumdump @anotherhitandrun @alreadybroken-ts @vhscillian @otterly-fey @inkandpen22 @pocket-of-possibilities @radioheadgirl @ysmmsy @lovemissyhoneybee @lyarr24

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 22, 25 septembre 1886, Paris. Bibliothèque nationale de France

(1) Robe en sicilienne gris bleu. Première jupe plissée à larges plis, alternés, sur le derrière de la jupe, avec un large galon gris, perlé. Seconde jupe drapée, légèrement relevée et retenue sur le côté par une riche cordelière de soie, à glands inégaux, et formant tablier devant et pouf derrière. Le corsage, entièrement plat, et lacé derrière, est garni de galon perlé et ouvre, en cœur, sur un plastron semblable. Nœud de ruban gris bleu sur l'épaule droite, col en galon perlé, parements en biais en galon perlé.

(1) Gray blue Sicilian dress. First pleated skirt with large, alternating pleats on the back of the skirt, with a large gray beaded braid. Second draped skirt, slightly raised and held on the side by a rich silk cord, with uneven tassels, and forming an apron in front and pouf behind. The bodice, completely flat and laced behind, is trimmed with beaded braid and opens, in the heart, onto a similar bib. Blue-gray ribbon bow on the right shoulder, collar in beaded braid, slanted facings in beaded braid.

Métrage: 16 mètres sicilienne, 10 mètres galon perlé.

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(2) Robe de faille et dentelle noires. Jupe ronde, froncée à la taille plissée derrière. Seconde jupe, en dentelle de Chantilly à la lèze, garnie d'une dentelle de 0m,20 de haut. Cette seconde jupe, drapée, forme tablier à pointe devant, et pouf très étoffé derrière. Corsage à pointe, recouvert par un plastron de dentelle, orné de trois rangs de perles. Col semblable. Manches garnies d'un volant de dentelle et de deux rangs de perles.

(2) Black faille and lace dress. Round skirt, gathered at the waist, pleated behind. Second skirt, in lèze Chantilly lace, trimmed with lace .2 meters high. This second skirt, draped, has the shape of a pointed apron in front, and a very substantial pouf behind. Pointed bodice, covered by a lace bib, decorated with three rows of pearls. Similar collar. Sleeves trimmed with a lace ruffle and two rows of pearls.

Métrage: 7 mètres faille, 6 mètres dentelle à la lèze, 5 mètres garniture.

[aelie]

Fashion on the Outer Rim

Disclaimer: I am not a professional costumer. These are only observations that I’ve made over decades of being a huge nerd about fashion history and Star Wars. And my fashion history is mostly limited to European/western fashion. I’m making this to help a friend with references for drawing Star Wars art, and using tumblr as the easiest way to share it.

If you want to talk, know that I rarely check tumblr except to post fic-related things.

I suspect that life on the Outer Rim is very similar to living out in the American West in the 1800s. That means very few changes of clothing, as cloth is expensive. Garments are going to be multi-purpose and well taken care of. There will frequently be aprons, sleeve covers, undergarments, and accessories to protect the clothes from both bodily fluids and from stains. Clothes will be frequently patched and repaired until they can't be fixed anymore, then recycled into other uses.

That being said, there are definitely more sources of inspiration than just the American west! Basic East Asian clothing has a large influence on the design as well, with the use of wrapped garments and robes. On Tatooine, there’s also a lot of Southwest Asian and North African inspiration with the style of robes worn by both moisture farmers (well, Uncle Owen) and the Tuskens.

Here is the link to a pinterest board I’ve put together of both actual Star Wars art and costumes and inspiration references for future Star Wars art and costumes. I'll be adding to it occasionally.

Some tips on choosing clothes for your characters:

Undershirts are probably going to be common. They’d be very simple shirts with very simple seams with solid colors. Most undershirts in the past were white because color-fast dyes were really expensive, but this is Star Wars, so color everything to your heart’s content. Because they are the fabric that is against the skin, the shirts will have to be something that can really take a beating (aka be washed frequently) - meaning that lots of buttons and patterned fabric would not work very well.

Pants/Trousers/Jeans etc. are likely to be in a thick, tough fabric with thick seams that can endure a lot of wear and tear. Ironically, your best place to look for really tough pants are old style Levis. Those things were made to be used and abused. Color-wise, you’ll see a lot of solids, but in all shades of the rainbow.

Regular shirts would probably have the more fancy seamwork and loads of buttons than undershirts because they wouldn’t be washed as often as the undershirts. This is where you’d find your button-ups, your bib shirts, and your Lando shirts. You’d also find fancy embroidered tunics, your shirt pockets, your lacy trims, and your super bright patterned fabrics. The Jedi uniform-what-is-not-supposed-to-be-a-uniform-but-totally-is is supposed to resemble the clothing of the poorest in the galaxy, so shabby up some Jedi robes for spacers and smugglers. Tunics of varying lengths and styles are also a good place to look for inspiration.

On colder worlds/in colder climes, you’d see a LOT of layering like you do on Earth. For long skirts, though, you’d see a lot of petticoats under the main skirt to add to warmth. Also, stockings/tights, and wraps around the tops of boots to keep the cold and wet out.

Accessories wise, vests are awesome at protecting shirts and for carrying stuff! Sleeve covers used to be a thing to protect your clothes from food or dirt or stains, and would likely be used (it’s also a really good way to reuse old clothes!). Sleeve garters were similar - it would hold your sleeve up at the bicep so your cuffs would be pulled back. Aprons would probably be very common, especially in messier trades. Shawls would help with warmth, and scarves and hijab-like hoods are also commonly seen throughout Star Wars media. And let us not forget the humble and ubiquitous jumpsuit, or the omnipresent and tasteful poncho!

BUT KEEP IN MIND: these are all just my interpretations and opinions on a more realistic approach to clothing on the Outer Rim. This is STAR WARS, baybee! The only hard and fast rule is the RULE OF COOL.