#been seeing a handful of clone oc x reader fics and the ocs all amazing and so clearly loved

[honeydjarin]

@ the people who write oc x reader fics, I love you and I love your OCs. Please keep doing what you do

[jetii]

Hi! so glad to see more Thorn x Senator OC on your WIP list. After Goldie x Rex they're my favorite pairing! I look forward to every Friday update :)

And I've been meaning to comment for a while I just got a bit shy haha but I love your writing! It's amazing how you characterize all the clones and your OC/reader characters to be so distinct and unique from each other! it's amazing! <3

Hi!! You’re so sweet omg thank you! 💙 I get a little too into the characterization of the clones and my oc/reader characters sometimes, and it always makes me so happy to hear people like that sort of thing 🙏

I’ll be posting this pretty soon, but Thorn x Senator sequel is set between them getting together and the epilogue scene at the end of the fic, like one month into them being together and hiding their relationship on Coruscant. Senator gets a backstory! Her name is Vale Ishani, senator of Atrisia.

They’re ridiculously horny for each other and bad at talking about feelings and that’s basically the whole fic🫡

Snippet under the cut bc it’s a little long:

"Well,” she starts, a slow, playful smile spreading across her face. "In that case, I’ll be hosting a small dinner party for some members of the Finance Committee tonight, and I could use the company. Interested?"

Thorn's eyebrows shoot up. This is the last thing he was expecting. But it's also the perfect opportunity. A few hours at a stuffy party as her guard, and the rest of the night together. It's the best they're going to get.

"Oh, really?" he drawls, crossing his arms over his chest. "And what kind of company are you looking for?"

"A strong, handsome man who can keep me safe," she replies. She pretends to examine her nails, and Thorn bites back a laugh. "I have a lot of enemies, you know."

"I'm aware, Senator," he replies dryly. "I've had a front row seat for most of them."

She waves her hand dismissively. "Details."

The laugh escapes from his lips, a short, sharp sound, and her eyes dart up, a grin spreading across her face.

"So, you're just looking for someone to make sure no one tries to poison your wine again?” he asks, his voice laced with amusement, though the memory still sends a shiver down his spine. Her aide had been the one to notice that one, and Thorn had to suffer a lecture from Fox on how the security at her events had better be airtight, or else. It had been a mess, and Thorn had made sure to double-check the food and drink at every single one of Vale's events after. And she complained about it. Endlessly.

“Something like that," she replies. She glances around the room, checking to make sure they're still alone. "You're a good bodyguard, Commander. I'm sure you can think of something."

"I'm sure I can," he says, his voice low and rough.

[moonstrider9904]

Eternal Bliss

{My masterlist} {Read on AO3}

Pairing: Crosshair x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Crosshair have been courting for some time, and when he returns to Coruscant, he’s ready to show off and charm you before making you his.

Warnings/tags: SMUT. 18+ Minors DNI. Unprotected vaginal sex (please wear protection irl), vaginal fingering, semi-public sex, public touching, getting caught, creampie, brief allusions to oral sex (male receiving), foul language, budding relationship, first time together, Crosshair flirting and being a smug lil prick, lots of sappy romance

Word count: 2.9k

A/N: A couple of people asked about Ashes and Flame recently (a Fives x OC x Crosshair fic) that I discontinued and, though I won’t be picking the series up again, I did remember I had this snippet written in advance. I just went ahead and changed the pronouns and descriptions to make it a reader insert because it’s just so hot and romantic and I don’t want this to be forgotten. I hope you guys enjoy it!!

“I used to only be able to hit ten klicks,” he was saying, “but after that last mission I raised my record by two.”

You giggled as your features beamed, your smile decorating your features as you looked away from Crosshair. You knew he was just showing off, trying to impress you, and every attempt he made at it flattered you. You loved that he was courting you, that he was giving you all that attention and interest, that he most definitely wanted things to go somewhere with you. 

You looked back up at his features, eyes trailed on those thin lips that lined his smirk, seductive and dangerous in the middle of that public Coruscant transport that held people of all shapes and ages.

Crosshair scanned the surroundings as he usually did. Mostly adults were in the transport, a majority of them civilians except for himself and his three brothers at the back, who sat there on purpose to keep up with their chosen vibe of the bad boys. He would have taken you there too, but he didn’t feel like sharing, or giving his brothers the opportunity to scare you off. 

As for the other people in the transport, one of the couples in the bus had a tooka who had clearly just been rescued; two children played with a clone trooper doll with brown markings, and near the front, a lone gentleman made conversation with the chauffeur, pondering on how much the traffic on Coruscant had gone up the recent months. 

Nobody was looking at him and you.

“I’m amazed,” you cooed, your body leaning slightly towards him. 

Crosshair knew how to analyze others’ body language, and he was pleased by what he was seeing in you. Your arms fell down your front, only slightly squeezing your breasts together as your hands rested on your thighs. Your smile was soft, charming, innocent, at times, and you wore a little black dress fitted to enhance your body, its skirt the perfect length to tease your thighs while your legs were covered by black stockings. 

Despite the public environment, Crosshair couldn’t help but look at you with lust.

You were perfect.

“Tell me, doll, where do you get off?” Crosshair purred at you, smirking when he saw your grin widen. 

As he awaited your response, his eyes pierced into you, entrancing you with the seemingly mystical quality they had; the eyes of a sniper staring directly into her soul. He took a gloved hand to your knee and gently brushed his fingertips up your thigh as his face inched closer to yours, his smile devious and challenging.

You giggled again. “Cross, you don’t have to talk to me like that anymore. We’ve known each other a while.”

“And yet, it was merely a coincidence that you were waiting outside the landing dock when I got to Coruscant,” his voice was barely above a whisper as his fingers left the rim of your stocking and brushed the remaining skin of your thigh until he teased the rim of your skirt.

Biting your lip, you placed your hand above his to stop him going between your legs—it wasn’t time for that, at least, not yet. 

“All a coincidence,” you declared.

“Right,” he muttered with his usual sarcasm.

You chuckled and leaned in closer, your fingers tapping up his armored bicep as your eyes looked up at him in a sweet innocence. “Actually, I get off not far from here. My place is nearby.”

“Lucky me,” Crosshair purred in return and, shamelessly, he leaned in and kissed your neck, his lips suckling on the sensitive skin and marking you with a dim bruise. 

Your breath hitched; you made the best effort to be quiet and not call attention as your hand playfully and gently slapped the armor on Crosshair’s chest. The sharpshooter leaned back up, a satisfied, triumphant grin on his lips as he eyed you with desire. In that short tease, he’d caught your scent, sweet and inviting and feminine, and it kept dancing around him, entrancing him into his unspoken cravings.

Slowly then, the transport began to pull into a stop. Crosshair’s eyes flashed as they darted to you, and he firmly took your hand and began getting up.

“We’re getting down here,” he said. 

As he pulled you with him off the transport following a large crowd of adults and kids who got off as well, you both heard whistles and catcalls coming from his other three brothers at the back of the transport, and Crosshair flipped them off without an ounce of shame and not even making eye contact with them as he pulled you out of the shuttle and led you down the sidewalk into the nearest building.

“A public library?” you questioned, confused.

“That’s not important, sweetheart,” Crosshair said as you both went through the doors. 

He pulled you through the complex until he found a deserted hallway, smirking at the sight. Walking you to the middle of it, he eyed you with lust as he pinned your figure to the wall, caging you with his strong, armored figure.

“Cross, I-I don’t live far from here,” you stuttered, your heart racing the closer Crosshair got to you, his figure towering over you, looming above you like a veil that carried a sweet, pleasurable omen you knew you wouldn’t do anything but accept.

“Hush, doll,” he soothed with a finger on your lips. “We’re fine here.”

“We’ll get caught,” you whispered, concern filling you voice with a tell-tale glimpse of excitement. “I… If I… I won’t be able to keep quiet, Cross…”

Crosshair grinned seductively as his lips hovered just away from yours. “I fucking hope so.”

The finger above your lips traced down, and his hand brushed over your neck and the curve of your breasts. Both of his hands explored your body and reached below your skirt, teasing at your thighs. 

He removed his gloves, and his bare fingertips kneaded the plump flesh of your thighs, lifting you up with your back against the wall. Your legs wrapped around him, and it gave Crosshair the perfect angle for his hand to find its way between your legs underneath your skirt.

A low groan formed in Crosshair’s chest when he felt the wetness soaking through your panties. When his eyes darted up to look at yours, he felt lost in the passion and fire of your gaze, a look that seemed to plead him not to stop. 

He watched you bite your lower lip as he slid his hand beneath your panties and brushed you from the entrance to your clit, delicious and exquisitely wet. His breath deepened while yours hitched, and he rubbed quick, precise circles on the pearl of nerves. Your head fell back on the wall, pursing your lips together to keep from moaning.

Your arms wrapped around him, fingertips brushing through the silver curls on his head. You squirmed in his grip, hips grinding onto his finger for more of that sweet friction that sent fire down your whole body; seeing you and feeling you made Crosshair’s armor feel chafing and tight between his legs. 

He sped up the process by sliding his long, slender middle finger down your entrance and stroking your inner walls, laughing smugly at your adorable attempts to keep quiet. You were so tight, so wet and warm, so endearing in front of him; he was ready to give you everything, to make you feel the sweetest love and make your body quiver in pleasure until you forgot even the day you were born.

You ached for your release. The knowledge that you were at a public library no longer rang in your mind, but then again, no form of coherent thought did.

“Cum for me,” Crosshair ordered in a whisper.

His absent voice was all it took to tip you over the edge. Your body quaked in his arms and your eyes rolled back, and despite your most fierce control over yourself, you couldn’t help but whimper at the waves of pleasure that took over you. A suppressed mewl escaped you; your pussy tingled deliciously at Crosshair’s rubbing, and that pleasure bled into every corner of your body, erasing every other care within you. 

There was only him now.

With a triumphant smirk, Crosshair set your feet down on the ground, his hand still between your legs and moving ever so slowly if only to tease you. He continued to hold you up against the wall to keep you from falling over, well aware you wouldn’t be able to rely on your knees for a bit, and the fact that he was the one to cause it ruffled his smug little feathers. 

Crosshair’s lips fell on yours in a passionate, fiery kiss, warm and bursting with mutual love and desire. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and pushed him closer, and your hips grinded onto his hand to feel more sweet vibrations as you got lost in him.

Then, the sound of a person clearing his throat invaded the deserted hallway. You jerked your head in that direction, heart racing, hair messy, while Crosshair looked with all the calmness in the world and a confident, serene smile.

“May I know what you were doing?” The librarian, a scruffy man not much older than you, asked with crossed arms and an unamused expression.

Crosshair chuckled, his low voice vibrating within the hallway and nearly making you cum all over again with his hand still inside you.

“We were just discussing some fine erotica, sir,” Crosshair flashed his smug bastard grin at the librarian, and after speaking, he removed his hand from between your legs in an indiscreet manner, the gesture making you whimper softly against your will. Crosshair merely snickered; he wrapped his arm around your waist and led you down the hallway, walking past the librarian and saluting him smugly as you left.

“You’re both banned from this library,” the librarian said, his voice only slightly squeaking.

“Good,” Crosshair said as he shamelessly groped your ass, lifting up your skirt a bit and giving your butt cheek a tiny slap. 

Grinning, you followed along in Crosshair’s game, and you took Crosshair’s free hand and put it on your breast for him to squeeze, causing the librarian to flip out and curse at you to leave the building. 

Laughing, you and Crosshair ran out of the public library, grinning hungrily at each other as the sunlight of Coruscant kissed you.

“Take me to your place,” Crosshair said breathlessly, his lips barely able to keep themselves away from you.

It was a blur, and seemingly in no time, you and Crosshair tumbled into your apartment, locked in a kiss as the door crashed open and closed again. He threw off bits of his own armor off, switching between that and feeling your body, caressing you amidst the heated make out. You removed your dress, your shoes, your bra, only leaving your stockings on and your panties, and when Crosshair was down to his under armor suit, he easily removed it and cast it aside. The sniper stood fully naked, his breath hitching as your lips covered his bronze skin in kisses, spanning from his shoulders to his chest and his stomach. 

You both rejoiced in each other’s beauty; you took in his scars, the lines of his lean muscles, and he observed your curves, dimples, every stretch mark and mole that made you unique and endearing.

Frantically, you both kissed on the sofa, marveled by the taste of one another, lost in the sensation of hands on each others’ skin. In his mind, Crosshair’s thoughts echoed back and forth, how much he longed to be alone with you, how pleased he was that you were finally alone together. 

He savored you, claimed your soft, plump lips as the sun went down outside. Before he was ready to pin you to the sofa, he felt you tugging on his wrists, and he followed you down the apartment into the bedroom, entranced as if he were under a spell.

The very way that you walked was intoxicating. With leering eyes, you took your place in the middle of the bed, resting your back on the pillows. Crosshair stood at the edge of the bed as he observed you and took in every movement you made as you shut her thighs tight only to remove your panties and toss them away. Your eyes never left his as you slowly opened your legs again, heart racing as Crosshair’s eyes darkened with seduction.

You looked divine, and Crosshair wouldn’t let time drag any longer. He crawled onto the bed, slowly making his way towards you with strong eyes gleaming with fierce passion, announcing his full intent to lay claim on you. His lips reached yours and kissed passionately as his hands soothed your skin. He trailed one of them down to position his dick between her legs, the tip pressing up to your wet entrance and sliding in. 

You felt the stretch and clutched his curls with your fist, and Crosshair softly covered your face in kisses to comfort you through the burn as he pushed himself into you at an aching yet deliciously slow pace.

He waited for you to relax as he was inside you. Though the air was filled with passion, Crosshair’s gaze spoke his dearest concerns for your well-being, a detail that softened you to the core and made you internally swear the love you had for that man. Your hands traveled up to cup his cheeks, and with wide, loving eyes, you nodded at him, giving him your signal. 

Crosshair then bent down, a smile on his face, and he kissed your lips as he slowly began to swivel his hips.

The two of you groaned deep in your chests; though he kissed you most of the time, Crosshair opened his eyes now and then to look at you, and whenever his eyes gazed into yours, you felt yourself melting. Being in Crosshair’s sights was already ethereal, and to have him look upon you in such intimacy made you see stars. 

Your legs wrapped around his torso, further molding his body into yours and shifting the angle to one more pleasurable for both. Crosshair’s movements sped up as a long moan dripped from you. Wrapping your arms fully around his figure, you had his forehead rest on yours. 

With your lips dancing on each other, the two of you surrendered to the eternal bliss you felt in each other.

Crosshair gripped the bedwear to give himself more leverage until he pounded mercilessly into your body. Your eyes rolled back, consumed by pleasure, all while Crosshair could barely form a thought. 

Your hands stroked up and down his back, at times wandering to his hair, his arms, tickling his lower back and sending shockwaves down his entire body, making him groan and shudder into the kissing, but his tempo never relented. On the contrary, you only made him crave you more, and he moved faster, jabbing harder and quicker into you until you were rendered a mumbling mess, babbling fragments of loving thoughts interrupted by tiny whimpers and mewls.

“I… I wanna… wanna taste you…” you said, only for a long moan to take over you. “Wanna taste you…”

Crosshair chuckled at how adorable you were. “Another time, my cyare, right now you’re mine.”

You looked like you were about to say something, but whatever it was, it was replaced by a needy whine as your head fell back into the pillows.

“Cross?” You cooed. “Cross, I’m… m’gonna cum…”

Your coos and mewls intensified into moans and ecstatic whines, many of them decorated by Crosshair’s name. Your pussy clenched around his cock, throbbing and spilling all your release over his skin and the comforter of the bed. 

Crosshair grabbed the backs of your knees and unwrapped your legs from him, instead pushing them up to your chest to give him an even deeper angle. He could hear the obscene squelch of your wetness as he continued pounding into you, chasing his release, staring into your lustful eyes made hazy after such an intense orgasm. He kept on going, fucking you as hard as his desires always wanted him to. 

Quiet moans escaped him the closer he got, using the rubbing of his fingertips on the fabric of your black stockings to keep himself grounded until he couldn’t keep anything contained.

Crosshair lost all control of his hips. He let out small whimpers as his hips stuttered while his cum shot inside you, his eyes rolling back at all the sensations only for him to feel as if he’d blacked out. Then, the feeling of your fingertips on his chest brought him back to reality, and he opened his eyes to see yours looking sweetly at him.

“Fuck, I… I came inside you,” Crosshair panted. “I-I’m sorry—"

You soothed him into silence and took him in your arms, kissing his temple and forehead. “Shh, it’s okay, love. It’s okay.”

Crosshair kissed your lips, using whatever strength he had left in his body to push himself up to be at eye level with you. He kept his eyes open; he just knew he had to look at you, take in all that you were, never miss a second of you.

He knew he’d want to look at you forever.

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[writing-with-whiplash]

Holding On

“Holding On”

Hey guys! This is a fanfic of @jangofctts amazing clone oc Sweets! Go check out her awesome clone oc’s by searching for “sunburst squadron” on her blog and also check out all the other amazing fics she has! Sweets is her creation. I do not own his character, I’m just writing for him.

Sweets x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY-- Not explicit, but a sexual situation, a little spicy, implied smut; lap dance; swearing; friends to lovers; lemme know if I missed anything!

Summary: Reader, a friend of the Sunburst Squadron, gives Sweets a private dance

Author’s note: The songs I had in mind for the dance were “Movement” by Hozier and “Hold On” by Brooke Annibale if you want to listen ;) 

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!

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The night had started out like many nights on Coruscant with the Sunburst Squadron. Most of the boys wanted to go out to 79’s--per usual--and they finally convinced you to go with them. Clubs and the usual nightlife of the big planet-wide city weren’t really your thing, the strobe lights, loud music, and crowds of drunken partiers being much less preferable to your calm nights on base. You spent most nights murmuring encouragements to the poor soldiers in the med bay, reviewing paperwork for Void and Blanche so they wouldn’t overwork themselves, or hanging in the target range with Sweets. At the moment, you desperately wished to be in the target range.

The bass coming from the surround-sound speakers was cranked up so high you could feel the vibrations in your tummy and the glass in your hand. Troopers and civies alike paraded about the tightly packed bar, wiggling to the beat like intoxicated sardines. You simply shook your head, nursing your only drink of the night. You had told the boys that you just wanted a little buzz and they didn’t pressure you into getting more while they ordered round after round. Blue and Jaws were already slumped in the booth, although you couldn’t fathom how they could possibly sleep with all the noise going on. Max was chatting up some cute stranger at the bar and by the looks of it, he wasn’t coming back to the barracks with the rest of the group tonight. Blanche had entrusted you with making sure his boys made it back to base, but you knew you couldn’t pry Max away from his prize. Scanning the humid bar for the rest of the squad, you saw Bruiser in the midst of an arm wrestling match. His boisterous laugh barely carried above the pounding music as he smashed his opponent’s knuckles onto the sticky table, earning himself another small pile of credits. You made a mental note to make sure no one tried to pick a fight with him over money throughout the evening. Kami was a little harder to find, tucked away in a shadowed corner as he received a not-so-subtle lap dance from a pretty twi’lek girl. Fuse, the last member of the squad who decided to go out, sat nestled in the booth right next to you, bouncing to the beat of whatever was playing. He watched your gaze linger on Kami and the girl.

Scooting closer to you, he hollered, “Jealous, eh?”

“Jealous of what?” you hollered back. Fuse smirked and nodded his head toward the pair just as the dancer lowered herself in Kami’s lap, swirling her hips in time with the song. It hit you that Fuse thought you liked Kami. “Jealous of her? Fuck no! I’m not after Kami.” You shook your head and downed the rest of your drink, the alcohol burning your throat before settling in your tummy. When Fuse gave you a look of obvious disbelief you leaned back over to him. “I don’t like him! I just--” You paused for a second, debating whether or not to tell your friend about why you kept looking back at the pair. His expectant gaze implored you to continue. “I just wish I could do something like that. Dance like that.” You shook your head again, bracing for some teasing comment from Fuse. The trooper simply stared.

“What makes you think you can’t?” His brow furrowed as you shrugged, not wanting to open up about your insecurities in the middle of the bar. “What, do you think you’re not good enough or something?”

The concerned expression on your friend’s face made you cave. “I just don’t feel confident enough to pull something like that off. I’m awkward and clumsy and she’s so pretty and he’s so into it and I don’t know how to do anything like that. I don’t know how to make someone be into me like that.” 

Fuse’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Girl, you could captivate any guy in this bar if you danced like that. And I know you could do it. I know you could!” Fuse shouted in your ear. “That dress you’re wearing is already stunning. You could take any of these guys home with just a sway of your hips. Why don’t you believe in yourself?”

Heat bloomed in your cheeks as Fuse’s words settled in your ears. You could take any of them home just like that? You shook your head a little at the thought. There’s no way it could be that easy. You were too stiff and nervous to have prowess like that. Besides, the only trooper you wanted was still back at the base, most likely spending his night alone with his sniper rifle in the shooting range. Fuse snatched your mind from the enveloping quiet of the range and shoved it back into the dingy club.

“Maybe you just need some practice,” he purred, scooting impossibly closer and wiggling his eyebrows. 

“Shut up!” You shoved his shoulder at the insinuation, although you knew he wasn’t serious. Fuse cackled with laughter, lightly shoving you back. Your ankle wobbled as you took the weight of the shove on your high heel, damn the skinny things. They looked great, but at what cost? “I have practiced, thank you very much.” As soon as the words left your mouth you regretted telling him. If the air in the bar had been a little thicker, you supposed you could have snatched the words right out of it and popped them back in your traitorous mouth, but they had already entered Fuse’s ears. 

Fuse’s mouth formed a little ‘o’. “And just who have you been practicing with? Honey, I can give you all the tips you need on how to dance like that.”

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. There was no way in the galaxy you were about to tell Fuse you had spent several lonely evenings practicing a dance on an empty chair. The mirror you danced in front of did nothing to boost your confidence--only betraying wobbly legs and stiff arms. The sensual sway of the music you picked never influenced your movements. It simply made them seem more clunky and out of place. The flimsy armchair rocked dangerously beneath you every time you leaned against it, lacking the anchor of an audience. You had actually slipped off it once, and when Void asked you why you needed bacta for the large bruise blooming across your side, you made up a story about running into your desk in the middle of the night. To make matters worse, you weren’t sure if the audience you always imagined would even want a dance from you. 

Sweets was so shy and quiet. Although he didn’t talk much when you first met him, it only took a couple of days for you to fall completely head over heels for him. After several weeks of working with the team, he had started talking to you about local flora he found on missions and let you watch him in the gun range. You got as close as he would let you, but you had no idea if he reciprocated your feelings. The thought of him refusing you--of him shutting you out--always made your stomach plummet as you tried to sway your hips over the empty chair. You could just see his face freeze at your offer of a private dance--how he would withdraw within himself with a disgusted look and never talk to you again. There’s no way he would ever want you or agree, so why should you risk your friendship over a stupid little dance? 

Fuse ripped you from your spiraling thoughts with a snap of his fingers before your nose. “Ground control to sad girl, do you copy?” You flicked his hand away, trying to rid your mind of its noise. “Come on, I know you. You’re sitting here telling yourself that you can’t do it so much that you’ve convinced yourself not to try at all. And I’m here to tell you that you can do it. Any guy would be lucky to get a dance from you, you hear? Any guy. So who’s the lucky one you’ve been practising for, huh?” 

“I wouldn’t tell you for a million credits,” you shot at him. It was true. The idea of Fuse knowing that you had feelings--and unprofessional thoughts--for his brother were mortifying, not only because of the storm of teasing to follow, but because of the possibility of some of the other squad members finding out, namely the squad member in question. Fuse was unpredictable. 

“I think I know who it is anyway,” Fuse waggled his eyebrows, “and he’s not here with us tonight.” A knowing smirk spread across his face as you shrank back, stomach falling to the dirty barroom floor. “Don’t worry, I’ll never tell Sweets you like him. You’re going to be the one to tell him. No, no, don’t shake your head at me. I’ve seen how you look at him. I’ve also seen how he looks at you when you can’t see him.”

Your head shot up. Sweets looked at you like that? Impossible. The words coming from Fuse’s mouth had to be wrong. The beat of your heart outpaced the music as you desperately hoped he was right. After all the months of becoming friends with Sweets, all the sleepless nights dreaming of his arms around you, his lips on your lips, you couldn’t throw everything away just because Fuse thought Sweets liked you back. But your heart lurched, urging you to give in to your feelings. What would happen if you never told him? You very well could lose him that way, too. The thought of that happening hurt even more, causing determination to dissolve the pit you carried in your stomach. Adrenaline flowed through your veins as you promised yourself to see this through. 

“I’m ready to head back to base.” You stretched and checked your watch. Blanche would not be happy if you brought the boys back too late, and by the looks of Blue and Jaws’ drooling faces, it was going to take a while to get into a cab. 

“Where’s Max?” Fuse wondered aloud, scanning the bar as he pulled his comm out. 

“I think he had company to attend to. I’ll get Bruiser. You can handle Kami.” You left Fuse in the booth before he could protest, eager to get back to base before your nerves convinced you to back out. Bruiser didn’t want to leave his winning streak, but the threat of Blanche’s wrath had him shoving credits into his pockets and heading toward the door. Max had indeed left with his date and Kami begrudgingly left his dancer to help you and Fuse haul the other two onto the small transport. 

Anxieties swirled up from your stomach and into your heart, melting your shoes to the transport floor. You could have let them flood you, drowning out your true feelings and wants in a tidal wave of insecurities and disbelief; instead, you distracted yourself by focusing on the city lights passing by. No matter how much you tried to steel yourself, the waves of doubt lapped at the sides of your stomach, threatening to dissolve you from within. As you drew closer to base, you became more and more nervous until you began to shake. Fuse surprised you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“You got this,” he smiled. “I believe in you. You’re going to do great and he’s going to love it. Trust me on that.” You simply nodded, biting your lower lip to keep it from trembling. 

Sooner than you had hoped, the transport arrived at base. Although Fuse had tried to bolster you again, your knees wobbled and stomach churned as you led the boys back to the barracks. Blanche was waiting for you at the door, nodding at you and failing to hide a yawn behind his hand. You hadn’t meant to return so late. Part of you began to wonder if Sweets was even still awake. No matter what was going to happen tonight, the adrenaline rushing through you wasn’t about to let you sleep any time soon. Just as you hoped that maybe he had gone to sleep already, sparing you from potentially making a fool of yourself, Sweets walked down the hall from the gun range. Your stomach lurched when you saw him, sending little shivers down your spine. You waved at him a little awkwardly and he waved back, touseling his curls a bit before shoving his hands in his hoodie pocket. Fuse cast you one last smirk and helped Blanche herd their brothers toward the bunks. 

“Fun night?” Sweets asked softly, watching the others stumble and weave their way down the empty hall. 

“Maybe for them,” you replied, your voice too quiet. You clenched your hands to keep them from shaking and hoped Sweets didn’t notice. Unfortunately, he did. You couldn’t decide if  it was excitement or nervousness that caused your stomach to tighten at his next action--Sweets grasped your hands in his own. His long, slender fingers intertwined with your own trembling ones and before you could stop yourself, you imagined what they would feel like in other places. Sweets stepped closer to you, his breath fanning across your hair as he tilted his head to the side. 

“You ok?” he murmured. His thumb traced circles across your knuckles, causing you to involuntarily shiver. Sweets took that as a “no” and pulled you into his chest. “Did something happen while you were out?” 

“No.” The word barely escaped your mouth as a whisper into the collar of his hoodie. “I’m just tense is all.” 

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

An idea formed as soon as he spoke. Before you could let it be drowned in nervousness and doubt, you asked him: “Would you dance with me for a little bit? The bar was super crowded and loud and I just want to move around a little bit.” Your heart thudded so hard in your chest at Sweets’ silence that you were certain he could feel it. “Just maybe not out in the hall,” you added quietly. He huffed a small laugh at that, grabbing your hand again to pull you down the corridor.

“Come on.” 

Sweets lead you into his sanctuary: the shooting range. It was completely empty at this hour of the night. Instead of leading you to the target area, Sweets took you up to the observation room. It sat behind the range floor and up a flight of stairs, meaning less opportunity for intrusion. You silently hoped the range would stay empty tonight.

Sweets flicked the dim lights on and you pulled out your pocket music drive, selecting a soft but upbeat playlist. The two of you began to move on your own a little awkwardly from opposite sides of the room, but you gravitated towards each other as the song picked up. Soon, you were giggling as Sweets spun you in circles around him. The knot in your stomach loosened as he laughed with you. The fabric of your dress lifted and flowed with each spin and sway of your hips, making you loosen up a little just to feel it sweep around the tops of your thighs. As you began another twirl around him your ankle gave way above your flimsy high heel. Faster than a shot from his own rifle, Sweets caught you and pulled you into his arms. Your breath shook as you collided with his firm chest, heat tingling in your cheeks...and between your thighs. 

“Maybe you should take those off,” he hummed. “I don’t want you to get hurt.” 

You breathlessly agreed, kicking the offensive shoes into the corner. Sweets chuckled and pulled you into a slow dance, one hand on the middle of your spine while the other traced small circles into your lower back. Maker, he was going to be the end of you. You laced your fingers behind his neck, trying to calm down as you swayed back and forth. Sweets’ gracefulness on the battlefield had captivated you, almost causing you to get shot on multiple occasions as you watched him instead of paying attention to the battle, and it was no different as he swayed before you.

 “Feeling better?” The words vibrated in his chest, drawing you even closer to him. “I’ll dance with you for as long as you like.” 

You hummed against him. “I’m feeling better, but I want to stay here a while.” The pair of you stood closer than you had ever been before, and it nearly took your breath away. A particularly sensual song came up on the playlist--one that you had practiced your dance to many times--as well as the song immediately following it on the queue. It was now or never. “Sweets, would you like a dance from me?” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him as your voice squeaked, too afraid of his answer. 

“I thought we were dancing,” Sweets said in a small, questioning voice. You could almost curse his endearing innocence. 

Letting out a nervous giggle you tried to subtly elaborate. “Yes, we are, but I was wondering if you would want me to dance for you.” 

When Sweets seemed to ponder your question in silence, you took it a step further. Lightly, you brushed your hips against his in time with the song, gazing up at him with hooded eyes and parted lips. Sweets’ eyes widened as the realization of what you meant sank it. You watched his Adam’s apple bounce as he gulped, nervousness creeping up from your belly. Finally convincing yourself that you fucked up, that he didn’t want you and would shut you out for good, you shrank away from him, the words I’m sorry just beginning to escape your trembling lips. Before you could slip away and fade from existence, Sweets grabbed you, pressing his fingers lightly into your hips. You snapped your head to find his normally calm eyes beginning to darken. He immediately closed his eyes as a deep flush spread across his face, nodding quickly. Relief flooded you, as well as a new kind of nervousness. You took a deep breath to calm your nerves. You could do this. 

With every beat of the music you pushed Sweets gently backwards until he sat in one of the observation chairs. You took another deep breath, going back to all the nights you practiced to this very song. Only this time, you actually had your dream audience sitting before you, darting his tongue out to wet his plush lips. Closing your eyes, you ran your hands across your hips, allowing your muscles to loosen up as you swayed. As the song picked up so did your hips, beginning swirling motions as your hands continued to travel across the front of your dress. Sweets audibly gasped as you lightly cupped your breasts, his eyes tracking every move of your fingers as they deftly kneaded the soft flesh. You knew you had to keep him on his toes, wanting more throughout the whole routine, so you stepped around the chair, trailing your hand across his shoulder and throat as you moved around him. He tried to turn and follow your movement but you turned his face back to the empty room with a light touch against his jaw. His breath shook as you leaned against him from behind, just barely pressing your soft chest to the back of his head. You giggled at his reaction, ghosting your hands down his chest through the thick fabric of his hoodie. 

“You wanna take this off for me, baby?” you cooed into his ear. Sweets nearly smacked you in the face as he rushed to throw the hoodie across the room. A laugh escaped you even as you tried to cover it with your hand and Sweets turned around at the soft sound of it. He smiled sheepishly, eyes crinkling at the corners. You leaned around to press a quick kiss to the heart on his his warm cheek and he immediately whipped his head back to the front, the blush from his face beginning to creep down his neck. 

The song kicked up a notch as you made your way around the other side of the chair. You spun before your captivated audience in a slow, tantalizing twirl, running your hands from your breasts all the way back to cup your ass through your skirt as you turned your back to him. By the time you turned back around to face him, hands trailing down your thighs to lift the dress’ hem up a little, Sweets had leaned forward in the chair, elbows resting on his knees. You paced toward him with an exaggerated walk, reaching forward to press him back into the chair. Nudging his feet a little further apart, you stood between his legs, rotating your hips toward him. Sweets’ hands shot up, stopping to hover on either side of your hips. He looked up at you, dark eyes searching for the permission to touch you. 

“Hold on to me,” you whispered to him. His strong fingers kneaded your soft hips as he pulled you closer to him, pressing his nose to the soft curve of your belly. You let out a breathy giggle and carded your hands through his curls. He let out a quiet moan at that, encouraging you to continue. The song on your music drive changed and the beat became slower, deeper.

You gently grabbed Sweets’ face, pulling his head further up your body as your hips swept in bigger circles, almost brushing against his chest. He buried his nose between your breasts, pressing a soft kiss to the skin your dress exposed. A high pitched whine left you and you pulled his hands up to your chest, lowering yourself into his lap. Every touch he gave you sent chills down your spine; hundreds of butterflies bursting from your stomach fluttered across your skin, exploding into stardust in your eyes. You raked your nails lightly across his scalp and down the back of his neck, finally settling on the thin fabric covering his chest as you swirled your hips against his. Sweets arched his body into yours, groaning softly at the contact. He pressed kisses up your throat as you continued your smooth movements, reaching up to pull your face to his. You pressed your forehead to his teal bangs, nudging your noses together as you closed your eyes. This night could not have been more perfect in your mind. Your whole body shuddered as Sweets ran his hands lightly up and down your back, settling again at your hips. 

“Can I kiss you?” he breathed against your lips, voice quavering. 

Maybe this night could be more perfect. You leaned forward to capture his lips with your own, keeping your hands against the back of his neck to press him to you. Sweets moaned into your mouth, shuddering as you fully ground down into his lap. Yes, this night was about to get even more perfect.                

[writing-with-whiplash]

Stealing More Than Kisses

“Stealing More Than Kisses”

Hey guys! This is a fanfic of @jangofctts amazing clone oc Sweets! Go check out her awesome clone oc’s by searching for “sunburst squadron” on her blog and also check out all the other amazing fics she has! Sweets is her creation. I do not own his character, I’m just writing for him.

Sweets x mechanic!reader

Word Count: 2450 

Warnings: clone discrimination, stealing, mild swearing, fluff, gender-neutral reader

This is my first fic, so I’d appreciate any constructive comments and reblogs! Have an awesome day!

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When you had been assigned as the new mechanic to the Sunburst Squadron, you had no idea why all the others before you had quit. That is, until you met the wild bunch that you affectionately called the Sunburst Boys. Although they were loyal and dependable soldiers, and your closest friends, you couldn’t help but think of the squadron as a bit chaotic. Between the death-defying trick flying of the pilot Kamikaze and the reckless altruism of the trooper Blue, it’s no wonder that you and Commander Blanche hadn’t had heart attacks trying to keep the squad together. Or in your case, keep the ship together, which brought you to your current predicament. 

“Kamikaze!” you hollered across the hangar as the Sunburst Boys unloaded from their battered spacecraft. “What did I tell you about bringing the ship back all banged up?” 

Kami turned sheepishly toward you, raising his hands in defeat. “Couldn’t help it,” he shrugged. He must’ve been exhausted to not send a snippy quip your way about the ship’s state. In fact, all of the soldiers looked worse for wear, their shoulders sagging under the weight of their brightly colored armor.

 You decided to take it easy on him today. There would be more opportunities in the future to drag him for his dare-devil piloting. “You boys go rest. I’ll take care of the scrap pile,” you huffed. Kami rolled his eyes and slumped past you toward the barracks. The rest of the squadron followed suit, although one trooper lingered by the ship’s ramp. “What’s up, Sweets?” you asked softly, hoping to not startle the shy sharp shooter. Sweets lifted his eyes from the floor to meet your own, his teal bangs plastered to his forehead. He offered a half-hearted shrug and quickly shifted his eyes back to the floor. “Was the mission rough?” you asked, although you could already guess the answer. Sweets was normally quiet, but this time seemed different. The trooper nodded at your question and shook his head when you asked if he wanted to talk about it. “You just wanna hang out with me while I try to fix whatever Kami’s done to the ship this time?” The ghost of an amused smile danced across Sweets’ lips as he nodded again.

Sweets had been the first trooper of the squadron to grow on you when you first started out. Out of the rambunctious bunch, he was the youngest and quietest. While his brothers preferred to bond through roughhousing and swapping insults, Sweets preferred to just be near you. He didn’t talk much, but he loved to listen to you talk or hum while you tinkered on the ship. The quiet sharpshooter also loved to bring you little gifts that he picked up while on missions--a rock here, a bead there, a little figurine from a market on some backwater planet or another. You knew that not everything he brought back was...purchased, per say, but you didn’t mind. Everything he gave you was small and heartfelt and it’s not like the soldiers were paid anyway. If these boys were risking their lives on the frontlines to protect the entire galaxy, then you figured they deserved to swipe the occasional small item without worrying about what anyone would say. Maker, you knew they deserved so much more than that. 

Recently, Sweets had been bringing back items that felt more personal than random rocks. He always had a knack for figuring out what you liked best. Not long after mentioning offhand that a particular type of stone had caught your eye in a jewelry shop, you found a pendant in the same stone in your tool box. When you talked about your favorite kind of candy that you hadn’t been able to find in a while, a few pieces of it appeared in your locker. Sweets had always been such a sweetheart to you and you had begun to fall for him as soon as you started working with him. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship by telling the shy soldier that you had feelings for him. Instead, you simply enjoyed his company as he hovered around your work station in the hangar.  

The ship was truly a mess. Carbon scoring painted the hull that, miraculously, had stayed intact despite heavy damages. The edge of the starboard wing was crinkled and battered--there was an endless amount of reckless maneuvers Kami normally pulled that would cause that kind of damage. You clicked your tongue and shook your head, making a list of all the replacement parts you would need to buy for it. A wiring harness here, a set of gears there, a few durasteel panels damaged beyond repair. You had a lot of welding to do. The hangar had most of the replacement parts you needed, but working on such a small base on an Outer Rim planet left you with a few things to be had. Ah well, you grinned to yourself, all that meant was a chance to stretch your legs at the local market and swap meet. 

“Hey, Sweets,” you called from beneath the ship, scooting toward him on your creeper seat. “Do you want to run to the market with me for some parts?” 

Sweets’ eyes lit up as he nodded enthusiastically, making you chuckle at him and smile. Had you looked at him a little closer, you would have seen the quiet blush spread across his cheeks, highlighting the heart tattoo beneath his eye as he averted his gaze. The sniper couldn’t find the words to say it aloud to you, but he would go with you anywhere in the entire galaxy, just as long as he got to spend time with you.         

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The marketplace was bustling when the two of you arrived, the sounds of vendors hollering and the scents of various foods wafting through the crowds. The sea of customers and travelers parted around you as you wandered from stall to stall, quietly stretching your parts-run as long as possible. Although you could make it through a crowd just fine, you knew that many of the onlookers gave you a wide berth on account of the helmeted clone trooper who hovered over your shoulder at every stall you stopped at. 

Sweets always kept his helmet on during your frequent market outings, telling you that he preferred to see rather than be seen, but secretly he just wanted to watch you without you noticing. He loved the way your fingers danced across the items you touched, the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled at friendly vendors, the way you fidgeted while waiting in line or running parts numbers in your head. All of these little observations over the past several months had allowed Sweets to figure out all the little quirks about you and the interests you never verbally divulged. He knew by the way that you tilted your head and looked at the ground while talking to a vendor that you were about to turn down his price on some wiring. Just as he predicted, you walked back toward him empty handed, a small frown pulling your soft lips down. 

“If I were allowed a bigger budget for replacement parts I wouldn’t mind buying from that guy, but I just don’t have enough to cover it.” Sweets nodded sympathetically as you shrugged. “Guess we’ll have to keep going on down the line. What a shame that we’ll have to spend so much more time in the market, rather than sitting around the base.” You winked at Sweets, earning a quiet chuckle from his helmet’s vocoder. 

The two of you wandered aimlessly throughout the market, striding slowly by stall after stall of alien fruits, handmade items, and spacecraft parts that weren’t on your shopping list. You had to practically drag Sweets away from a booth boasting several species of small cage pets, knowing that he would try to pocket one of the adorable, squishy-cheeked rodents. Just as you turned to tell him not to get in trouble with the vendor, a particular booth caught your eye. 

“Ooh, look at this one!” The pet vendor didn’t have the chance to chew Sweets out as you grabbed the trooper lightly by the arm and pulled him to a booth full of wood bead jewelry. 

Sweets was once again grateful for the cover of his helmet, as his face flushed at your contact. He leaned slightly into your touch, craving more, but, in your intense focus on the beads, you didn’t notice his change in demeanor.    

“Look at this one,” you murmured to him, plucking a bracelet from the top of a large pile of wooden jewelry and displaying it in your hand. Your fingers swiped over the central bead, a little carved heart the same color as Sweets’ tattoo. “It’s you as a bracelet,” you beamed, staring directly into Sweets’ melting gaze, although his eyes were hidden behind his dark visor. Sweets swore his heart completely stopped when you looked at him like that, but all he could do was sheepishly nod. You had already turned around, grabbing a near identical bracelet, this time with the heart painted in what Sweets knew was your favorite color. “We should get matching ones.” 

The old lady running the booth finally made her way over to you after you said that, eyeing you with suspicion. “Can I help you, dear?” she asked flatly. You noted how she only addressed you, almost refusing to look at the soldier standing beside you. 

“Yes, my friend and I would like these two bracelets here,” you offered, already fishing the credits out of your pocket.

The old shopkeeper huffed. “Honey, this fella here ain’t your friend. He’s a soldier. A clone,” she sneered, arching an eyebrow at him. “He’s only here to shoot droids and serve the Republic, not buddy up with you. And I know for a fact that he can’t even pay for his own bracelet. Just shameful.” 

You tensed and grabbed Sweets’ hand as he attempted to back away from the woman. Anger boiled in your stomach, threatening to spill out of your mouth. That old vendor had no right to speak about any soldier like that, especially not in front of one. Not in front of Sweets. You tossed the bracelets back onto the pile with a little more force than necessary. “Well if that’s how you feel about the men giving their lives to make sure that you can sell your cheap jewelry and bitch about them, then I don’t want to buy from you anyway.” You squeezed Sweets’ hand lightly with your own shaky one and turned to leave. 

Before the rude shopkeeper could say anything, a small boy ran up to the booth screeching, “Nan!” The old woman cast one last seething glare at you before plastering on a smile for who appeared to be her grandson. 

The instant she turned her back on you you felt a surge of boldness. You quickly snatched the bracelets you had thrown down and rushed back in the direction of the army base, sniper in tow. He had definitely begun to rub off on you. When you felt that you were far enough away from the booth you had just stolen from, you slowed down, heart still racing. Sweets pulled you into the alleyway between a noisy cantina and a bustling restaurant. Nobody seemed to notice the pair of you as Sweets pulled his helmet off and cupped your cheek. Your breath hitched at the contact and your eyes flitted up to his soft gaze. 

“Are you okay?” he murmured. His other hand grabbed your wrist, rubbing small circles into the soft skin there. 

“Yah, I’m fine,” you whispered breathlessly. “I just can’t believe she’d say something like that! That little--” Sweets cut you off with his thumb against your bottom lip.

“It’s fine,” he mumbled. You watched forlornly as his normally bright eyes cast down and away from you. His shoulders began to curl inward and you placed your free hand against his chestplate. 

“No, it’s not. I’m so sorry that you had to hear that. You don’t deserve that. None of you do. You deserve so much better than that.” You sniffed as your voice cracked, throat tightening. Sweets dropped your wrist and leaned closer at your words. You took the opportunity to pull the first bracelet out of your pocket and slide it up between his vambrace and glove. “I hope you actually wanted this,” you chuckled, “because it’s yours now. I’m not taking it back.” 

Sweets rolled his eyes and stepped even closer, his face mere inches from yours. “I love it,” he breathed. The words fanned across your face and you pulled yours even closer to his, noses just brushing. Eyes closing, Sweets dipped his mouth down to press against you. You returned the kiss softly, your lips slotting gently together. 

A fire lit within your chest at that first soft, slow kiss. You gently twisted your fingers through Sweets’ mop of curls while he pulled you close to his chest. You caught his breath between your lips when you parted mouths, panting slightly and pressing the tip of your nose to his. Sweets gazed into your eyes with such warmth and admiration that your knees almost buckled, but he was there to catch you. He nuzzled into your neck, breathing a quiet “thank you” into your ear. You responded with a kiss to his cheek and a sweet smile in his hair. 

Neither of you wanted the moment to end. Days could have passed and the suns would have gazed down upon the two of you standing in the alleway, never parting. But, eventually your comm buzzed with orders to return to base. Reluctantly, the pair of you headed back, hand in hand, wearing matching stolen bracelets, and feeling the happiest you had ever felt in your life. Sweets snuck in one more kiss before replacing his helmet, smirking slightly at your flustered giggle. If this was the kind of response you got from getting Sweets gifts, then you thought you’d be okay with stealing more little things for him. Afterall, he had already stolen the best prize in the galaxy in his opinion: your heart.