#hm cody x reader

[awlimagines]

Part One: What dating them is like

CELIA/CECILIA

Since she works on a farm, she understands how busy and chaotic the growing season can be. Cecilia’s preferred dates are simple. She enjoys daily walks around town with you and maybe a trip on the mountain trails when there is more time. She also greatly enjoys working alongside you on your farm. She especially loves the animals you keep since there are none at Vesta’s. If either of you plan for a day in the city, Cecilia enjoys the zoo and arboretum. 

Cecilia is a hard worker and tends to withdraw into her work. If you leave her alone, there is a good chance you won’t hear from her for a week when first dating. A gentle reminder pulls Cecilia from work, and soon, she will prioritize her free time to include you. Cecilia’s love language is acts of service. She enjoys doing things to help make your life easier. Cecilia can become frustrated if she has to ask for help with chores when you start living together.

CODY/GORDY

Surprisingly, Gordy does not hold a great interest in art museums. He would rather attend his niece and nephew's school shows. Gordy enjoys children’s freedom of expression before the rules of adults in art burden them. He is a huge fan of nature walks to search for his inspiration. Gordy will not turn down anything you want to do for a date, believing inspiration can be found anywhere. He won’t say it, but he has a particular fondness for beach volleyball.

He is a thoughtful lover who will put your needs first. Gordy can be quiet, but he is highly observant. His love language tends to be gifts. Gordy feels awkward accepting gifts from you but will provide you numerous gifts. Whether it's a candy he knows you like or a grand gesture, he likes seeing you smile in delight.

DARYL

He keeps a schedule and will regularly come by the farm to see you on most days. Daryl can be neglectful at times, though never intentionally. He'll forget to eat if he is intently focused on an experiment. Planning most dates would fall on your shoulders. Thankfully, Daryl will do essentially anything you want for a date. He enjoys the escape rooms most since they allow you to work together on solving problems. Daryl also enjoys science museums, though he gives you a difficult time about the interactive aspects. He could provide a better experience in his lab and save money. 

You wouldn’t have guessed it since Daryl seemed standoffish, but the scientist loves physical touch. He will be quick to hold your hand any chance he gets. Daryl can pout if you drop his hand for something. He struggles to say what is on his heart but is happy to show you. Daryl also enjoys quality time and has a short fuse when your time with him is interrupted. While he understands emergencies with your animals (you can’t control when birth happens), he cannot stand when other villagers take your attention for petty things.

GUSTAFA

Gustafa is generally content to let you take the reins. He will approach you with the things he cares about. Gustafa enjoys attending concerts, craft fairs, and local theater. For daily meetings, Gustafa enjoys learning about how to run the farm. He is always impressed with how you tend fields and provide excellent animal care. Gustafa can notice when you’re too busy or stressed and will settle into playing soothing music for you. If your day runs too long, Gustafa will cook you both dinner after trying to help you finish up. 

The most crucial aspect of your relationship with Gustafa is words of affirmation. He can literally spend the day singing your praises and his love for you. While he’s over the moon if you join in, Gustafa understands if you don’t feel comfortable singing. He loves any verbal acknowledgments from you. From your exhausted thanks when he helps you with the farm to whispers in the night, his favorite sound is you. The fastest way to make him a blushing mess is by heaping authentic praise on the man.

ROCK

Be ready for spontaneous dates! Rock lives to the beat of his own drum and will drag you along to that beat. He has no set schedule for what he wants to do. A general guideline is in the Spring, he’ll try to convince you to sneak away for naps or watch him race your farm animals. Summer is filled with floating the river, surfing, and fishing. Fall is reserved for ghost stories and tests of courage. He’ll also want to attend any costume party he can, especially if there is bobbing for apples. Rock simmers down in the Winter to watching cheesy romcoms with hot chocolate. 

Rock loves to hear you praise him and acknowledge that you think he’s as great as he thinks he is. He won’t show it, but he gets flustered when you encourage and support him when he talks about starting a fashion magazine. He is not shy about any displays of affection, regardless of the public. Rock will pout like a kicked dog if denied a kiss (he doesn’t believe in simple pecks). He can be appeased with hand-holding so long as your shoulders are touching.

[awlimagines]

@dedtoot I hope this is okay, but I felt inspired.

Why they're covered in blood. (SFW)

CELIA/CECILIA 

You woke gazing at the blue sky and confused about your whereabouts. Dr. Hardy, Takakura, and Cecilia’s faces soon swam into focus, hovering above you. Cecilia frowned at you as the doctor moved away to speak with Takakura. The sight worried you. She only ever smiled. As she helped you to slowly sit upright, you noticed her apron stained with red. You quickly questioned her on what happened, worried she was injured. Instead, Cecilia informed you about your injury. As the brunette explained, your hand traveled to the bandages around your head. Cecilia was headed to the Goddess Pond when she saw you collapse harvesting fodder. Her explanation shifted quickly to a lecture: you could have been seriously hurt! What if she and Takakura weren’t around?  You meekly hung your head, promising her to be more careful in the future. 

CODY/GORDY 

You felt responsible despite his assurances. Gordy wouldn't have misplaced his next punch if it wasn’t for you jumping out to surprise him. Instead, his hand caught the sharp edge of metal, ripping the flesh across his knuckles. His amethyst eyes widened as much as your own when the blood began to gush from his hand. You scrambled, retrieving your basic first aid kit from your rucksack. Bumps, bruises, and cuts were too uncommon on the farm. You were familiar enough with first aid to assist. It wasn’t until you had the wound clean and worried over the possibility of stitches that you noticed his gaze fixated on the manor in the distance. Gordy softly explained he couldn’t stand the sight of blood. It made him feel faint, and it seemed like a lot. Your heart fluttered at his vulnerability as you delicately wrapped his hand. 

DARYL

He was frustrated. You could tell from his muttering and the furious glances he cast at you. For your part, you sat as still as possible, ignoring the stinging as Daryl patched you up. It was an innocent mistake. You had planned to surprise him. He would come home from his daily walk to find you waiting with dinner to share. Instead, he walked into the lab to find you surrounded by shattered glass. Daryl’s eyes almost instantly widened, and his face turned red when he saw you. You quickly tried to apologize for the damage and explained that you accidentally bumped into the shelf. It was soon clear that the scientist didn’t care about the mess or damage to his lab. No, Daryl was upset you got hurt. As he delicately removed another shard of glass from your hand, you focused on his sleeves. The poor lab coat was stained with your blood by this point. Would he let you buy him a new one? Maybe Sebastian knew how to get the stains out if you could get the coat off Daryl long enough to clean it.   

FLORA

It was a pleasant day until you found Vesta, Matthew, and Cecilia gathered in the back corner of their fields. You listened as Cecilia urgently told you Dr. Hardy had just gone to the dig site. As the older woman saw your confusion with the words, Vesta calmly attempted to tell you about the cave-in. At the mention of the dig site’s collapse, you rushed up the path. When you arrived to find the damage, your heart dropped to your stomach. Flora’s usual blonde locks were half-dyed red with blood. She quickly tried to reassure you everything was fine as she spotted you from under the doctor’s care. Despite her reassurances of head wounds bleeding a lot and their measures to prevent cave-ins, Flora did not protest too much when you insisted on her staying under your watchful eye for the evening. 

GUSTAFA 

You cried in frustration rather than pain as you cradled your hand. The sound of a familiar voice calling a greeting soon had you jumping to your feet. You hesitated at the door, unsure how to hide your injury, before shoving your hand in a pocket. The door swung open to reveal the green-hatted musician. While he smiled seeing you, you could tell he knew something was up. A concerned eyebrow rose higher above his shaded frames as Gustafa asked if everything was okay. You shuffled your feet in shame before sliding your hand out to show him. Your hand trembled, the still bleeding wounds now holding bits of fuzz from the pocket lining. He wasted no time in cradling your injured fingers in his hands and tending to them. As he left to wash the blood from his hands, you fidgeted, wondering if he was going to ask what happened. Gustafa returned to your side with the poorly hidden guitar you borrowed from Gavin to learn how to play. 

“Hey,” the softness of his voice made you jump. “I appreciate you learning for me, but you’ve got to listen to your body. I hate seeing you hurt.” 

LUMINA  

Lumina insisted on learning to ride your horse. The young woman had quickly broken from her shell of expectations after your engagement. While you typically supported her exploration, you hesitated on this particular one. Horseback riding could be dangerous. Your inexperienced fiancé was excited to jump fences like you did. Lumina’s pouts as you instead walked them around the pasture were very clear. You hadn’t expected her to take matters into her own hands. So, when you returned to the farm from foraging at the Goddess Spring, you were shocked to see Takakura tending to Lumina. The young woman refused to cry despite the moisture forming at the corners of her eyes. You learned Lumina had tried to surprise you, but a sudden hare sprinting from the back of the property startled her and your horse, sending her to crash. The numerous scrapes and scratches from her trip to the earth while drawing blood looked superficial. Lumina did cry when you mentioned having Dr. Hardy look over her. She didn’t want Aunt Romana to find out what happened. 

MARLIN/MATTHEW 

The typhoon that swept through only created minimal damage in Forget-Me-Not Valley. Thankfully, your farm was spared the worst of it. Due to your luck, you were helping out at Vesta’s after you finished work. As Vesta and Cecilia tended their fields, you helped Matthew repair a broken fence. The two of you had managed to remove the damaged parts. Matthew insisted on replacing the post, leaving you to gather the slats to attach. The boards fell from your hands as a sickening crack caught your attention. The post driver had slipped from the post, smacking Matthew in the head. He gruffly tried telling the group gathered around him that he was fine. Until a trickle of blood ran down his face. Matthew reluctantly let you and Vesta help him sit inside as Cecilia ran for the doctor. Even after being treated and cleared by Dr. Hardy, Vesta refused to allow Matthew to resume work. 

MUFFY/MOLLY 

When you arrived for lunch at the Bluebird, you were surprised to find out-of-towners filling the seats. The rowdy bunch was traveling and managed to stop here. You tried to ignore the noise and enjoy your lunch. It wasn’t until an argument broke out between two of the patrons and a glass whistled by to strike the shelves that you acted. After helping Gavin remove the party, you returned to help clean the mess and saw Molly with tears. A thin red line ran across her cheek from the bottles exploding. You hurriedly sat the shaken blonde on a barstool to clean the cut. At Gavin’s insistence, Molly soon followed you back to the farm to take the day off. Tears formed again in her green eyes when you gave her a cream to help ensure there wasn’t a scar. 

NAMI

Honestly, it was a terrible idea from the beginning. You were bragging to Rock about learning fencing from Nami. The two of you had the brilliant thought of sharing what you learned. Unfortunately, all you could find were the foils and not the protective gear Nami always insisted on wearing. It didn’t take long before both you and Rock recognized the purpose of the suits. Nami arrived outside the inn from the beach to see you both cut open, the fencing foils lying forgotten in the dirt. She hopped into action, instructing you to apply pressure as she focused on a hysterical Rock first. You were ready to cry and beg Nami to not be angry as well, but you followed her commands. Later once Rock and you were both treated and Nami sporting stained clothing, you sat in the inn’s lobby enduring a safety lecture from the angry redhead. 

ROCK

The blonde had arrived at your farm to rechallenge your dog to a race. You hid a smile as you rolled your eyes and let Rock play with the pup. Screaming minutes later startled you and the livestock you attempted to care for in the pasture. You clambered over the fence to hurry to Rock’s side as he rolled in the dirt. Takakura soon joined you as you tried to settle the young man down to discover what happened. From his cries, you worried over a broken bone. Relief and annoyance swept through you as you learned Rock’s shoe slipped off, causing him to trip. His palms were scratched from catching himself on the gravel, droplets of blood dotting the scrapes. You thought the shaken man had calmed down from the injury and his ruined pants when you helped him to a seat inside your home. Fresh wails came from him as Rock saw the hydrogen peroxide in your hands. 

“I’d rather Dr. Hardy just cut them off! That stuff stings!”

Tier list on how high is the chance of awl characters to be covered in blood

[fictionalmenxyn]

hi can you write please rafe x wife, happily married. Rafe being away for business trip. Texting and calling wife missing her, sending her flowers while hes away. maybe phone sex. Coming home after a week bearing giftsfor her and kids and then fucks her.

Of course I can!! Enjoy!!

❣︎𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐈’𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞❣︎

Pairing: dad!husband!rafe x mom!wife!reader

Your children: Cody (3), Morgan (1) and Toby (5 months).

Warnings: smut!, p in v, no mentions of protection (wrap it up!), Rafe being sweet and loving durning sex

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While Rafe was away, for the Cameron Development, he missed you. Terribly missed you… constant ‘I love you so much’ ‘gonna kiss you sm when I come back’ ‘miss having you on me’ ‘missing u and the kids so bad rn’ ‘can u ft real quick??’ Every day since he left.

But today was the day, he was coming home.

The boys helped you, or rather watched you, make a small welcome home sign for Rafe. The boys added their touches, of their scribbles. It read ‘Welcome home Daddy! We missed you!’ Thankfully your artsy skills showed. And the help of Pinterest of course.

So, when you heard the door open. You quickly whisper “Cody, hold the sign for daddy, quick.” Cody held up the sign with pride. You handed Morgan a box of chocolates for Rafe. You picked up Toby, holding him on your hip. You guided the two boys to the foyer. Where Rafe stood. He smirked and put his bags down “hey family!”

The boys ran over, completely dropping everything to go get lovings from their father. You laughed at their reactions. You walked over. Kissing Rafe on the cheek “hey, Rafey, how was work??” He sighed with a smile “exhausting, but worth it…”

Rafe picked up both of the boys, he playfully asked “you two behave for momma??.” They both nodded. He smirked “oh really?? So you did behave, hm?” Cody spoke “yes! We be good!” He smiled softly. He kissed both of the boys cheek. He set them back down on the floor. I turn to you, taking Toby out of your arms and holding him with his strong arm. His free hand placed on your hip, his thumb brushing your leggings. He moved his hand to your lower back and pulled you closer. Pecking your lips he moved “god, I’ve missed this…”

…

Once Rafe was settled back in. He had started to hand out his gifts to the boys. Of course you held Toby in your lap as he handed you Toby’s gifts. You smile, it was so sweet that Rafe would do this when he went away.

You looked to Cody and Morgan and spoke “what do you say to daddy for the gifts??” Both of the kids spoke “tank you!” Rafe chuckles, ruffling their hair “you’re welcome, kiddos…”

Rafe looked to you, “you have gifts too, babe…” you smiled “you didn’t have to, Rafe…” “oh but I wanted to, and I did, so here…” he placed a navy box on your lap. “It’s only a small something… you know I have another gift for you, later…”

You playfully rolled his eyes at the stubble innuendo. You open the box. Cody walked over and rested his head in your knee. Cody asked “what momma got?” You smiled at the gift. “Your dad got me a very pretty necklace, bud…” you looked to Rafe “thank you, baby…” he smiled “anything for you… I uh, also called Rose… she’s picking up the kids in an hour…”

…

Now… here you both are… completely naked to each other. Rafe already on top of you and in you.

He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to him. He smiled as he sat up, sitting back on his knees. He placed a hand on your lower stomach. “God I’ve missed this… you and I, in our bed… my cock all the way in you… taking all of me so easily… fuck…” you moaned softly.

He slowly started to move in and out. Wanting to take his time, savouring the feeling of you both in this moment. He reached up and held you one hand. Gently squeezing your hand. “God you feel so good…” you moved your other arm around his shoulders. Wanting to be closer. Rafe let you pull him closer. Moving feeling in you, causing him to deeply groan. “Fuuuccckk..” you gasp softly. He kissed your cheek as he picked up the pace ever so slightly.

He looked into your eyes, “missed you, baby…” you looked into his eyes “missed… you too…” he gently pushed his lips into yours. Kissing you hungrily but softly. His tongue soon shoved into your mouth. Your tongues danced, he picked up his pace again. He groaned into the kiss. Causing you to moan into his lips.

He pulled back, his hands moving under your thighs and pushing them up. Your legs lifted into a V shape. Helping him move better and deeper. “Fuck, baby… feel so fucking good… missed this pussy so much…” you moaned.

His lips soon find your chest. Kissing you as he picks up the pace. Your head tilts back into the soft pillows. The wetness and gasps of breath fills the space of your master bedroom.

Rafe puts your one leg over his shoulder as the other flies around his hips. He held your waist as he tilts his head back and groans loudly. His eyes now half-lidded. He looks down at you “you look so good under me, baby, you’re unreal…” “ohhh fuck Rafe!” “That’s it… say my name…”

You gasped, tightening around him. He smirked “fuck, you close? I can feel you… you’re doing so good f’me… can you hold off for a little longer…? Wanna finish with you, baby…” you nod. He moans when he feels your nails drag on his shoulder. It wasn’t hard, but it hit a good nerve in him. Causing him to twitch in you. You moan…

He was close, “fuck, finish with me, yeah?” You nod rapidly “yesss, Rafey!” He moans “go ahead, baby, finish f’me…”

He goes a little harder, his thrusts fast and harder. Causing you to finish around him. That triggers his own release. Coming inside of you. He slowly his movements.

He drops in top of you, he would usually go for another round with you. But being gone for a week wore him out. He rests his forehead on yours, looking into your eyes. His breathing ragged, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. He speaks between breaths “you… good?… fuck… missed this..” he pecks you lips as you nod. “Yeah, I’m… okay…”

After that, he picks you up and starts to run a bath. The night wasn’t completely over. He still has to cuddle with you. Make up for the time he was away for business. And after having the most loving sex he just had. Movies and cuddles with his wife and mother of his kids sounded great. Loving her was great.

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[wishyouloveme]

The way of his frustration 👀18+

song rec: Feel you- faaruka

Warnings: HEAVY ASS FUCKING SMUT. MINORS DNI. swearing, Solo Sikoa (had to write him as a warning cuz tbh he ain't my fav rn), pet names, mentions of violence.

A/N note: I'm so sorry I've gone off the radar, but I'm back now! this isn't a story for minors, so pls get off my page if you are a minor. XOXO

Pairing: Solo Sikoa (Joseph Yokozuna Fatu) x Fem! reader

tags: @harmshake ❤️ @wrestlingprincess80 💗 @whatdoeseverybodywant 🩵

You knew almost automatically when you heard Roman's entrance music, your husband was going to come home fucking pissed.

Late on Saturday night, you we're watching summer Slam on the wide screen in the basement, wanting to see your man in action, and fuck was he looking good. maybe the bleached hair was growing on you...

You weren't aware of the script, not knowing Roman was going to come back and screw Solo out of the championship.

Swearing to yourself, you quickly make your way down to the basement. Once again, you were about to be late to watch the main event of summer Slam, except this time, it was your husband.

Sitting on the reclining chairs, you turned the TV on, tuning into the first fifteen minutes of his match, and already found yourself getting hot. The way he was throwing Cody around reminded you of the way he could pick you up and throw you.

You watched the match almost to the entirety, zoning out part of the time from thinking of your husband, you snapped out of your dazed moment when you heard the familiar entrance music.

"oh fuck."

With your eyes wide, you sit forward, watching the t.v with wide eyes, certain you hadn't gotten told about the script change.

After Solo's match, you found yourself needing to do other things, to calm yourself down, sexually and non. Your man had looked so fucking good, but you were so fucking pissed about how he hadn't gotten a fair chance at the title.

Closer to Monday he was finally on his way home, and you were so fucking excited.

You were sitting on the couch when you heard the front door open, and felt your heart stutter. Not because you were nervous, but because you could literally feel the tension and anger that rolled off of him in waves.

"hey baby" He groaned out, dropping his bags, and making his way over.

You bit your lip at the sound of his voice, rubbing your thighs together as he made his way over, leaning up to kiss him, your hands going to his hair.

"mm well that's a nice welcome home" He chuckled deeply, his hand going to your chin as he kissed you back.

"you want dinner?" You ask after the heated kiss, watching him, although if he says yes, you might just jump on him anyways.

"hm that depends, are you my dinner?" He smirks to you, lifting you up by your thighs, pulling you close.

You laugh at the sudden movement and the implication of his words, before you hum quietly "well I'm making quesadilla's, but I could be your dinner if you need"

He kisses you, slowly making his way to the bedroom, moving a little slower due to the match on saturday.

He pulls away to throw you onto the bed, pulling his shirt over his head as he watches you with dark eyes.

You scurry up to the headboard, pulling off your shirt and your breath hitches as you saw his chest. "my beautiful man" you whisper softly, tugging him closer by the waistband on his pants.

"All you mama's" He groans out, kissing you again, taking his pants off quickly, needing to be inside of you as fucking quickly as he could be.

Tugging your pants off, you threw them to the side, not caring about where they landed.

You pulled away from the kiss to run your hand through the buzz cut, and your breath hitches as you look into his eyes. "my fucking tribal chief" you whisper to him. His eyes darken a considerable amount and he grabs your hips, flipping you over, ignoring the tiny squeak of surprise that had come from your throat.

"I'll buy a new pair" You were entirely confused at what he meant, until you felt your underwear get literally torn down the middle. "You rip my bra, i will kill you" You warn, your breath hitching when you felt a warm tounge press against your clit. He chuckles, the vibrations dancing off his tounge onto your clit, making you whine quietly. "Solo" you whine out, backing up more. "I'm gonna eat this fuckin' pussy like a starvin' man" was your only warning before you felt his tounge enter you, making you gasp and your eyes roll back, holding onto the pillow.

He smirks from behind you, pushing a hand up and cupping your breast, licking your clit, before plunging his tounge into you again, starting to eat you out. You moan out, throwing your head down against the pillow, moaning into it. He gently nips at your clit, making you gasp and whimper, slowly becoming a writhing mess under him.

"that's my girl, c'mon" He growls into your pussy, bringing a hand back to smack your ass, making you whimper as you close your eyes. "C'mon baby, don't you wanna make me feel better? cum for me" He growls to you, continuing to eat you out. He did this thing with his tounge where he quickly flicks it up and down, and it made you see stars. "Oh shit, fuck, solo-" You moan out, grinding your hips back against his face.

With a sudden groan, he pulled back, flipping you over again as he leans down, kissing you. You moan at the taste of him and you, wrapping your legs around his waist, feeling the material of his boxers. He chuckles, hearing your whine about him having his boxers on still "breathe, mama's" He hums, leaning down to kiss your shoulder, and down your arm, before kissing the side of your stomach, his fingers tracing circles into your bra cup "should I take this off?" He teases, pressing a kiss to the cup.

"please" You whine impatiently, thrusting your hips against his clothed hardness.

He bites his lip as he leans back, grabbing her bra and slowly moving around to the back of it, unclipping it and pulling it off, groaning at the sight of your tits. "shit baby." You blush, whining needily as he leans down, licking and nipping at your right nipple. He chuckles, and massages the other one, going up and kissing you. "you want my dick mama's?" You nod roughly, whining and tugging at the roots of his hair, before you try to use your foot to push down his boxers.

He chuckles at your eagerness, reaching down and un tangling your legs around his waist, before getting off the bed and taking off his boxers.

Your breath hitched at the sheer size of him, 8 inches fully rock hard, precum on the tip that you almost outwardly moaned out, missing him. almost drooling at the beautiful brown color of his dick.

He gets back onto the bed, leaning down to kiss you as he pushes his hand down your body, feeling at your pussy. "shit baby, your wet as fuck." He groans into your mouth, before he sits back, disconnecting the kiss as he leans back on his heels. He grabs your ankles, before slowly pulling you closer, wrapping your legs around his hips. "you ready, Angel?" You nod, watching as he slowly kisses your stomach, hissing at the stretch when he slowly pushes in, whining quietly. "shit no matter how much we do this, you're always so fuckin' tight." He hisses through his teeth at the feeling of you clenching around him, his hips stuttering before he fully pushed into you. You moan out, tightening your legs around him "shit, baby" You moan, leaning up to kiss him, trailing your nails up his back.

He kisses you back, grabbing at your hair, and slowly pushing you back down, starting to move his hips slowly, moaning at how good you felt "fuck Mama's"

You tighten around him, instantly cumming at the feeling of him "holy f-fuck" you whimper out, your nails digging into his back.

He smirks and picks up his pace, leaning down by your ear as he grunts and swears "who's your tribal chief, hm?" He groans into you ear, gasping as he keeps thrusting. "f-fuck you are!" The minute he heard that he pushes deeper into you, cumming. You moan out, your muscles starting to strain, exhaling softly when he collapsed onto you, but freezing as you smelt something burning. "whats that?" he asks quietly, not even lifting his head. "oh fuck...the quesadilla's!"

[vodika-vibes]

Just One Date

Summary: You're a Military Doctor attached to the 212, and you've come to consider Commander Cody as a friend. Turns out, that he sees you a little bit more.

Pairing: Commander Cody x F!Reader

Word Count: 1333

Warnings: Cody makes suggestive jokes, and gets whacked with pillows and has a hand slapped over his mouth for it.

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: HAPPY 2224 Day! I came up with this idea at 5:30 this morning when I originally woke up and when I remembered what today was. There might, possibly, be a sequel where the date actually happens. It depends on people's reactions to this one.

You’ve been a civilian employee to the GAR since you were old enough to enlist. The military wasn’t exactly your “dream” career, but it got you away from your incredibly toxic family, and it paid you to go to medical school.

And, really, at the time the odds of there actually being a war was slim to non-existent.

Jokes on you, the war started 6 months after you graduated and you found yourself bouncing from military base to military base, before finally getting assigned to The Negotiator, under General Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody.

The Commander is everything you’ve ever wanted in a Senior Officer, respectful and professional when the situation calls for it, but more than happy to share jokes with you when you’re not working.

The General, however, is a walking migraine.

At this point, you’re beginning to think that your job would be easier if you were assigned to literally any other battalion.

“General Kenobi,” You say as you pinch the bridge of your nose, “Did you, perhaps, skip your basic first aid lessons as a child?”

Helix, working on Commander Cody at the bed behind you, doesn’t bother to muffle his laughter, but you tune him out with the ease of long practice, instead pinning your General with an accusing glare.

“Well,” General Kenobi rubs his chin thoughtfully, “I was a very busy padawan-”

“So, perhaps, you skipped the basic first aid classes that say when you get stabbed, do not remove the stabbing implement?” You interrupt.

“Well, I wouldn’t say that I skipped the lessons-” He demures.

“And your reasoning for ignoring Commander Cody’s very reasonable order to not remove the knife from your thigh?” You ask.

“...uh…I was in shock?”

You smile. It’s a nice smile, and you’re pleased to see General Kenobi slump on the hospital bed, “Well, since you ignored your Commander’s very reasonable, and correct, order. You’re going to spend the next three days in a bacta tank.”

“I don’t think you’re allowed to use bacta tanks as a punishment.” General Kenobi says thoughtfully.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to argue with me.” You counter with a roll of your eyes. “Relax, General. It’s not a punishment. You’re more injured than you look. And maybe you can get some sleep if I drug you enough.”

General Kenobi sputters, “Commander! Are you hearing this?”

“Hm? What? I’m not listening.” Cody says with a sly smirk.

“Well, there you have it. The Commander’s on my side.” You say brightly, as you spin to grab a syringe of the sedative that was especially formulated for Jedi. “Good night, General.”

“This is mutiny,” General Kenobi says with a frown.

“Yes, yes. I know.” You inject the liquid into his IV, “We’ll see you in a couple of days.” The older man slowly drifts off to sleep, and you pass the General over to the men who can get him into a bacta tank easier than you.

And then you spin on your heel and move over to Commander Cody, who’s laying on his hospital bed very peacefully, a small grin playing on his lips. “What’s wrong with you?” You ask, as you grab his file and scan it.

“Well, I was blown up, mesh’la.” Commander Cody says blandly.

“Well, that was silly of you. Why would you do something like that?”

“I woke up this morning and thought, ‘how can I make my medics pull their hair out today?’ and decided that getting blown up was the best way to go about it.”

You smother your laugh and glance at him, “One of these days Helix is actually going to kill you.”

“But you’ll protect me won’t you?”

“Of course.” You wink at him, “Everyone knows I’m the scary one.” You scan his record for a moment, and then favor him with a smile, “Aside from some bumps and bruises, you look totally fine.”

He grins at you, “So you like how I look, do you?”

You sigh, “Commander, that joke got old within a week of working with any of you.”

Cody just laughs and sits up, “Come on, Doc. I won’t tell. We both know that I’m the most handsome.”

“One of these days,” You counter as you set your hands on your hips, “I’m going to buy a box of chocolates and address it to ‘the most handsome man in the 212’ just to see who wins.”

“Aww, mesh’la, you don’t have to buy me chocolates.”

“Ooh, someone’s cocky.”

“You have no idea.” He flashes a boyish grin, “I could show you, if you like.”

You squint at him, “What?”

“Just how cocky I am.” Cody clarifies with a sly grin.

Your jaw drops and your face burns, before you grab the thin pillow and smack him with it, “Behave!”

Cody laughs, as he fends off the pillow, “What? I just repeated what you said. It’s not my fault that your brain lives in the gutter.”

“Rude. Rude!” You huff, “I changed my mind, I’m not going to protect you from Helix. RIP Commander Cody. I knew you well.”

“C’mon mesh’la,” He teases, “Having a dirty mind is a boon. Well, I think. Especially if it’s dirty about me.” Cody reaches out and lightly grips your hips, tugging you closer.

You scowl at him, though it’s really more of a pout, “You know, there are almost 2 million men identical to you-”

“Yeah, yeah. But you don’t have dirty thoughts about them.” Cody replies confidently.

“You’re so sure of that?”

“Yup.”

You shake your head, “Come on, Commander. You’re hardly a mind-reader.”

“I don’t have to be. I see how you look at me.” He says with a smirk.

“And how do I look at you?” You ask sarcastically.

Cody’s smirk grows into an amused grin, “Like you wanna drag me into a supply closet and ri-” You slam your hands over his mouth.

“Okay! Thank you!” You yelp, your face burning. “Why do people think you’re the mature one?” You bemoan.

“Because I play the part well,” He says smugly, his voice muffled by your hand. 

“Can I remove my hand or are you still going to try and embarrass me?” You ask.

“I like it when you get all embarrassed, it’s cute.” Cody replies before he pulls your hands away from his mouth, and then presses them to the bed next to him without releasing them.

“Hm, you seem to have forgotten to release my hands.” You say dryly.

“I didn’t forget. I did it on purpose.” He says, his dark eyes scanning your face.

“And why would you do that?”

“Go on a date with me.” Cody says.

You blink at him, startled. “I beg your pardon?”

“One date,” He clarifies, “That’s all I’m asking for.”

“Commander-”

“Cody.” He interrupts, his gaze serious, “One night. Let me show you how good we could be together.”

You avert your gaze for a second, and you know that he can feel your heart racing with how he’s holding your hands still. “Commander, we’re not going to be returning to Coruscant for several months-”

“Cody, and I don’t care. I can woo you even on the Negotiator. Give me a chance.”

“And if we don’t go well together at the end of the night? What then?”

“We’re going to be great,” Cody counters, “But, if,” He rolls his eyes, “For some reason, we don’t work out, then nothing will change.”

“Com-”

He tugs your wrists so that you topple against him, “Cody. My name isn’t that hard, is it?”

“...Cody.” You finally say with a sigh, though there’s a small smile playing on your lips, “I suppose, since you’re so eager, I can agree to a single night.”

“There's going to be more than one.” Cody says confidently. 

You hum thoughtfully, “Prove it.”

He grins at you boyishly, “I can do that. I already have the whole thing planned.”

“...How?” You ask, exasperated.

“I’m very good at what I do.” He replies smugly.

[just-a-creep-babe]

Can you write nsfw for Cody with female reader 👉👈?

I've finally been clearing out some old, old requests, and now that I've fully gotten back into writing regularly, I've reopened my Patreon!

There's nothing on it yet, but there is a tier that allows you to make requests to your heart's content~

Again, it's still kind of experimental, but it'd still mean a whole lot if you checked it out 🖤🖤

That said, I adored writing more for Cody, and I hope you'll enjoy this too~

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“Truth or dare?”

You lean in, a playful grin on your lips as you think through your answer

“Mmh… truth”

The many drinks have started getting to your head, and you feel pleasantly warm and dizzy

And, it’s by no means the first time you’ve had the thought, but being able to look at him so closely like this without the burden of your inhibitions, it really makes you think—damn, he’s not too bad on the eyes

The brunet licks his lips, his gaze flicking down to your own as he does so, before he gazes back up at you with a mischievous spark in his eyes

“Boring” he accuses, flashing his teeth in a boyish smile before tilting his drink back to down a few mouthfuls

You click your tongue with a snicker

“Too bad—it’s my final decision,” you take a sip of your own poison, savoring the bitter sting of alcohol as it burns down your throat

You realize, once you’ve straightened back out, that he’s looking at the way your throat moves when you swallow down the liquid

“Besides,” you add, pretending you don’t notice his staring, “I’m not the one who has anything to prove now, am I?”

He huffs

“What’s that s’posed to mean?”

He toys with his lip piercing between his teeth, and you suddenly wonder about the taste of metal against your tongue

“You’re the new guy—you should be the one worried about making an impression”

Having joined the mansion nearly four months ago by no means made him “new”

But integrating with the creeps was a long process; most didn’t take too kindly to newcomers

And, even considering those who were more welcoming, compared to the decades some spent at the safe-house, a few months was almost a laughable amount of time

Cody wouldn’t be able to shake the title of “new guy” for at least the next year or two—something that, despite his best efforts to cover, you knew bothered him deep down

He huffs again, this time with a roll of his eyes

“Fine, fine,” he rescinds, “be boring if you want to, then”

He downs another mouthful, and this time, it’s your turn to watch the way his Adam’s apple bobs from the motion

You wonder how he’d look with blue and purple marks littering his neck

His eyes meet yours as he finishes the remainder of his drink, and a smirk widens on his lips as he catches you looking

“Alright, I have a question,” he states, like he suddenly just got an idea

“Shoot,” you shrug, trying to look as nonchalant as possible, even despite the way your blood’s warming in your veins

“Where’s the freakiest place you’ve ever fucked?”

The question, admittedly, catches you off-guard

You’re not sure just what, exactly, you expected, but it definitely wasn’t that, of all things

“Hm…” you hum, taking a second to think about your answer, “I guess, like… one time, I did it in a closet at a party”

You can’t help the flash of teeth that escapes your proud smirk at the sight of his reaction

Pretty brown eyes blown wide open in surprise, you wonder if he’d have a similar reaction to you flashing him right about now

“No way. Where—here? At one of the mansion parties?”

You don’t answer directly, but you can tell he knows he hit the mark just by the look on your face

“No way,” he repeats incredulously, “Recently? One of the parties when I was there?!”

“Ah ah,” you tut playfully with a wag of your finger, “You had one question, new guy—now’s my turn to ask”

He opens his mouth, as if to protest or argue, but then decides against it with a forced nonchalant shrug

“By all means, ask away”

You smile—tantalizing, teasing

“Truth or dare?”

Fuck, his eyes are gorgeous

The party lights hit them a certain way, at just the right angle to bring out the depths from within them

And it’s brief, but you swear you catch it all—his desire, his curiosity, his admiration—all in that split second before the angle shifts and the light flickers away

You’re sitting on the floor in the corner of the living room, and it's crowded as all hell, but it feels like it’s just you and him right now

“Hm…” he tilts his head, and your breath catches in your throat when he looks up at you through those long lashes of his

“Dare”

You grin

Something wide and brash and salacious but you’re too excited to hide it

“Dare you to let me touch you”

It’s, admittedly, bold

But you’re tipsy and horny, and it seems like a good enough way to get what you want

Judging by the way he’s been looking at you this whole time, he seems pretty receptive to it, anyways

Your dare surprises him—but he plays it off decently well, all things considered

“Straight to the point, huh?” he laughs

He takes another mouthful of his drink, and you eye him as he does, already mapping out which parts of him you want to lay your hands on first

When he brings his drink back down, he extends his hands either side of himself, bearing himself in a “go ahead” motion

“By all means,” he states

You’re suddenly nervous

You swallow another shot from your drink, relying on that liquid courage to smooth over your worries

And then, deciding it’s now or never, you reach out to him

You touch his chest first, hands pressing to the firmness of his body over his clothes

Compared to some of the other creeps, like Jack and Jeff, he’s definitely leaner, but he—by no means—isn’t muscular

You trace your fingertips down—down, down, down—all the way to his hips until you’re at the hem of his pants

He’s holding his breath

You wonder if you should reach further

And then you think—fuck it

You reach down and press against his groin

He’s hard

It shouldn’t come as a surprise, considering all of the heavy-handed back-and-forth up until this point

But you didn’t expect him to be this hard

You can feel him twitch up into your touch as you press against his crotch

He releases something like a quiet, shuddered breath

And when you look up, you find that he’s leaning his hips forward, but his head is tilted up in a barely concealed silent moan

He bites at his lip to keep himself from making any sound, like the minor sting from the bite could distract him

You run your hand up and down his length—once, twice, barely a third time before reluctantly pulling away

Only once you’re no longer palming him through his jeans do you wonder if anyone noticed

Was that obvious?

His gaze falls back onto you again—deep, heavily-lidded eyes that compliment his shallow breathing

And then he swallows back whatever was on the tip of his tongue, whatever he was just about to say, and asks instead

“Truth or dare?”

His voice is breathy, almost shaky, and you relish the sound

“Truth”

A look of what could almost be considered betrayal flashes over his face, and you have to hold back a laugh at the sight of it

He wants more—that much is obvious

But you want to keep this little game going, want to keep the odds in your favor

You want to see how far you can push him

How much you can wind him up before he snaps

“How badly do you want me to fuck you right now?”

It’s your turn to be surprised

You swallow, your throat tightening and your stomach coiling with a pit of warmth

“Badly,” you answer honestly, before you can even consider lying

Your voice is almost a whisper through the desire constricting your vocal cords

“Truth or dare?”

You don’t waste time returning the question

“Dare”

“I dare you to touch me”

Something flickers in his eyes

It’s that look of I thought you’d never ask

He reaches for your thighs first, lingering the pads of his fingers at the hem of your skirt

You lean back on your hands to subtly tilt your pelvis in his direction

And when his fingers graze along the patch of skin right beneath your skirt, you’re almost disappointed thinking he won’t go any further

But then he pushes up, tracing along your inner thigh, and just through that mere touch alone, your stomach flips in excitement

Your body’s aching for him

As soon as he presses against your slit over your underwear, you have to hold back a shudder

The muscles in your abdomen tense

He huffs out a breath to mask his groan as he feels your arousal even through your underwear

“Naughty girl,” he murmurs

He rubs lazy circles with his thumb, gazing at you through heavy lids like he’s gauging your every reaction

Your breath is heavy, chest rising and falling with the effort it takes not to moan

You want him—you want him so, so fucking badly

You know it’s probably just the booze talking, but at this point, you don’t even care if anyone notices

Still, for the sake of your own reputation, you try to stay as still as possible

You try not to move or sway or grind yourself down on his hand, even as he presses just slightly harder, and even as it starts to feel like a pressure’s building in your core

It’s agonizing

You let him toy with you to his heart’s content, until every stroke up and down your slit is sending waves of heat up your system

Stay still, don’t move, don’t make a sound

You try to repeat the words like a mantra in your head, but the alcohol is making everything feel dull and fuzzy, and even without meaning to, your hips buckle and your thighs tense from his touch

“Truth or dare?”

His voice is low and gravelly when he asks the question

Dark eyes pierce right through yours, laced with hunger and impatience

You flush—the intensity of the eye contact while he continues his ministrations making you feel so, so weak for him

“Dare”

You don’t know why now—of all times—you pick dare

But you do know that as soon as the answer escapes you, you pray his dare will be filthy

“I dare you to let me make you cum”

It’s as if the gods of sex and intoxication heard your prayers

His response has your stomach clenching already in anticipation of your climax

You don’t trust your voice, so you merely nod and bite back whatever sound’s threatening to escape your lips

Your answer’s all the confirmation he needs

He pushes your underwear to the side, and as soon as his bare skin meets yours, your walls try to squeeze around something that isn’t there

He takes in a sharp breath through his nose as he feels the sheer amount of slick coating his fingers

Up and down, he leisurely gathers your arousal—almost as if to see just how much you can possibly produce

And fuck—the wait for him to finally finger-fuck you is driving you insane

You’re on the verge of making some impatient comment, when, as if sensing your agitation, he finally sinks two fingers into your folds

It punches the air out of your lungs in some undignified whimper

With all of his attention focused solely on you—on your expression, on your body’s reaction—it feels like you’re at the center of his world

When he curls his fingers up and drags his touch against that certain spot inside of you, you consider it somewhat of a miracle you manage to stay quiet

In and out, in and out, he repeatedly brushes right against your most sensitive spot, and it feels like your body’s burning with need

You’re certain it must be obvious by now—between the jerking motion of his hand beneath your skirt and your inability to remain still, how could anyone not know what’s going on?

Your only hope is that the lights are dim and it’s crowded, and you’re huddled together in a corner on the floor

So maybe—maybe it’s not that bad

It’s all you can tell yourself to try to convince yourself this is fine

Because at this point, even if you did get called out, you’re not sure you’d want him to stop

You squirm, your body tensing and fluttering around him, and it’s like the more you try to remain in control, the less you can stifle your faint little whines and whimpers

You’ve no choice but to sink your teeth into your bottom lip to force yourself to keep it shut

“Fuck, atta girl~”

Even in the dim lighting, you don’t fail to notice the way he subtly shifts to readjust his dick in his pants

You’re about to make some teasing comment about it—because even though he has his hand between your legs and you’re just about drunk on the cusp of your orgasm, you don’t want him to realize how much control he has over you

But then he jerks his fingers harder into you and your head rolls back and every fibre of your being tenses

“C’mon baby, cum for me. Be a good girl and cum around my fingers—“

His low, husky commands have you teetering on the precipice of your climax

You try to stave it back—try to remain in control of your own body—but the more you hold it off, the more the pressure builds

You bring a hand up to your mouth, brows knitting in bliss if not for the worry about being way too loud lacing your features

And then he murmurs out some other filthy nothings, and his thumb reaches up to jerk your clit harder—and you just can’t help it anymore

In the middle of a party, out in the open, you cum—hard

The music and indistinct chatter is the only thing stopping everyone from hearing your slew of muffled cries

Your cunt clenches and spasms around his digits, and it only encourages him to keep pumping them inside you until you’re squeezing your legs shut to make him stop

Panting and shaking, you watch as he pulls his fingers free, which glisten in the LED lights with your arousal, and pop them between his lips

He looks beyond ravenous for more as he savors your taste

And even though you’ve just cum, it has yet another wave of thrill rushing down your spine

“Truth or dare?” you ask again, your breaths low and shallow

A glimmer of curiosity sparks in his eyes, as though he didn’t expect you to want to keep playing

“Dare,” he answers

You don’t hesitate as you give your response

“I dare you to come to my room tonight”

[cryvelv3t]

Cody x domtop! Male Reader

Warnings: Oral, Breeding, rough fucking, Semi-public/locker room, Praise, Musk, Feminization

"So, what's next for the tag team champions?" A reporter asked you and Cody "I don't really know; all I know is that we're going to beat everyone that comes at us." Cody responded, his hand finding your shoulder. You smiled in agreement and placed your hand on his thigh, Cody's smile faltered slightly as his cheeks flushed. "Any more questions?" You asked while slowly bringing your hand down to the bulge in his pants, "Yes! Cody, why did you choose him as your tag team partner? I'm sorry but it all seems so sudden." He smiled "So, um. My friend here is-" His voice broke as you began to apply pressure on his bulge. He let out a heavy breath "Sorry, I got a little distracted, but he's really fun to work with. And he's a stronger fighter while I'm a stronger talker." You smiled at his answer before pressing a little harder, Cody's hand went up to hide his face. You could hear a low groan come out of him; his hand able to hide the sound from the mic in front of him. "We really are the perfect team." Cody took his hand off your shoulder. He looked at you for a few seconds until a reporter called you name "Yeah?" you responded quickly "It's similar as the question before what made you agree to Cody's offer?" You smiled widely "Okay, the story is pretty long both in the ring and in the dressing rooms. But long story short I hated him when he first asked but as I watched how hard he worked in those matches and how much strength he has. It changed. The man has a lot of will power and I respect it." You released the pressure off his bulge "Wha-" Cody's eyes were wide, and he had a huge smile "What? Too much admiration?" You smiled lightly. Cody shook his head quickly "No, no it was swee-"Don't ruin your moment." You cut him off applying pressure to his cock once again, his head dropped and fell against the table "You good?" He nodded and brought his head back up. Cody's face was redder than a tomato. He looked around waiting for someone to ask a question before he hears someone say something about how the conference is coming to an end.

You and Cody both walked out off the stage and into one of the locker rooms. "What the fuck was that?" He turned around quickly as you closed and locked the door. "What? You don't like the princess treatment." You leaned in to kiss his neck. Cody lets you, his hands finding his way to your biceps "That's not princess treatment, that's humiliation." "Hm, either way. You love it." Your hands make way to his waist to bring him closer. "Fuck." He groaned lightly as he felt your erection rub against his own. "Please, please." He brought his hands up to your face "Kiss me.". With no hesitation you roughly pressed your lips to his. His breath got heavy, and his moves frantic to work off his jacket. "Fuck baby, you're so beautiful." You breathed out, your hands running up and down his body. You sat him down onto a bench in the locker room. "God you're so fucking perfect." You praised. He smiled at your kind words, letting you do whatever you wanted to his "perfect" body. You kissed down his body as you got down on your knees. "Lay down on the bench." You ordered, his eyebrows furrowed "Wh-"Just trust me and do it baby." His eyebrows relaxed and laid down. "What are you going to do?" He asked as he leaned up on his elbows "Just wait, and you'll find out." You hooked your fingers under his belt and pulled them down to his ankles. "I think I have an ide-" his little comment was interrupted by a loud gasp at your warm mouth wrapping around his cock. "Fuck!" He brought a hand up to his mouth. Your cock twitched at his little whimpers; they were so high compared to his normal voice. "God, fuck." He groaned as your sucking became more enthusiastic. He tried to tell you little random things, but it came out as unintelligible babbles.

Your mouth trailed lower and lower to his surprise. "Wait, what are you doing?" He leaned up on his elbows again. Your head popped up "Why? You don't want it?" You climbed back up "No, no, it's fine but what were you doing?" Your eyes widened slightly

Your relationship was still fresh, and it was constantly interrupted by work and your storyline together. And you suspect that you might be Cody's first boyfriend. Because of this new relationship, you want to make him as happy as possible.

"I was going to eat you out. Is that okay?" You asked hoping for clear communication. Cody's eyes widened slightly; he stutters a bit obviously shocked but gives you the okay. You smile at him before kissing down his body, trying to get him to relax. You give a long lick from the base to the tip of his cock, reviling in the way he groans at the action. "Fuck, you smell so good." Cody makes a confused noise, you just got done with a match, he's covered in sweat, and he probably smells like it too. All those thoughts were wiped the moment he felt your tongue swipe his hole "Fuck!" He gasped out. You groaned into his hole as you finally pushed you tongue in, he tasted amazing. This is your new favorite food; your tongue's movements were fast and almost desperate. You were practically making out with Cody's hole, and Cody loved every second of it all. It felt filthy all of it, the sounds, your praises, the action of it, and the fact you were getting off on it too. You pulled away and let your thumb drag across the rim, tugging ever so slightly. You watched as spit dripped out of his messy hole. "Fuck, your cunts so wet." His back arched at the use of the word "cunt". "You like that? You like your hole being called a cunt? Is that right, my good girl?" You whispered the last bit into his ear before dragging your teeth along his ear lobe. He cried out pleading for you to fuck his tight cunt.

You smiled and leaned back down to lick at his hole only this time you added a few fingers. Your fingers searched for that perfect spot inside him "Fuck! Right there. Oh shit! Right there." He let out a string of curses as you abused his prostate with your fingers.

It didn't take much more for Cody to tip over the edge, all it took was one slurp and he came harder than he ever has. "Fuck, oh my god." He breathed out, his breath heavy and hot. "You okay baby?" You climbed back up to be face to face with him "I'm okay." He said quietly "Good." You gave him a small kiss before pulling away to clean him up.

Cody made a disapproving sound "Oh no, we're not done!" He grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him. "Baby, I don't have a condom, lube. Nothing." "I don't care, you're fucking me." His hands found their way to the sides of your face and kissed you forcefully. You felt your cock twitch at his desperate sounds he let out into your mouth. You let out a light groan as you ground your erection into his. Quickly, you unzipped your pants, eager to feel him wrapped around you. "Fuck. Please daddy." He whined at the feeling of your dick teasing around his hole. He froze up once he said that "I-" He pulled away from you with wide eyes "I'm sorry," You cut him off with a deep kiss "That's a good girl, let daddy take care of you." You whispered into his mouth. He moaned loudly, back arching once again making him pull away from your mouth. You leaned up to look down at his hole before spitting directly on it as a replacement for lube. You heard a small whimper punched out of him. You lined up your erection with his hole and pushed in slowly.

The two groaned out in sync "God, you're so tight." You said through gritted teeth. Your body bent over him, your forehead bumping against his collar bone "And you're so big. So full." He whispered out, his head thrown back. Once you bottomed out both of you completely stopped moving, no sound other than your hands rubbing his skin and the sound of heavy breathing.

"Move. Move please." Cody's voice was breathless and higher than normal. Genuinely how could you deny such a pretty boy, with a pretty voice to match. You began thrusting slowly but harsh and deep. Cody moaned out at the action. "God, your cunts taking me so well." You groaned, watching your cock disappear inside him. Cody moaned out a string of curses as he shakily leaned up on his elbows to see before immediately laying back down at the sight, crying out even louder. If you weren't so entranced by the beautiful picture Cody makes you would be more worried about the crash you heard when his head made contact with the bench. "Kiss me, kiss me, please daddy!" He moaned, reaching his arms out to grab you. You obliged, leaning down to capture his lips in a messy kiss. He could barely kiss back he was such a wreck. Drool pooled out of his pink, swollen lips, and he could not stop moaning as your thrusts became more and more harsh. The onslaught abuse to his prostate made him sensitive, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. "Close." He managed to spit out "Me too, baby." "Inside, inside please." You smiled "okay, baby. You want me to breed you full?" "Yes! Yes!" He moaned, nodding desperately. It only took a few more thrusts before he came on the two of your stomachs. "Fuck." You groaned at the tightness that made you spill your load.

"So, so fucking full. Thank you, daddy." He smiled as he worked to calm his breath. "I love you, Cody." You whispered into his neck "I love you too." He wrapped his arms around your neck and kissed the top of your head.

"Hello?" You heard someone yell outside the door. "Fuck." You whispered; both of your eyes wide. "Dammit." You two rushed to get dressed.

[lit3rallyll0yd]

Can I request a scenario where dazai and fem reader are hanging out together and suddenly some guy that went out with her once on a bad date sees them and assumes they’re together and is really sad about it and asking for another chance. Like lowkey embarrassing. And dazai is a bit jealous because “why didn’t she tell me she’s been going on dates?”

I just want a little funny Chaos with crushing!dazai.

when dazai has a crush on you - dazai x fem reader

synopsis: on which the osamu dazai had a massive crush on you; however he has no idea how to go about it and suddenly has an awkward interaction with your ex, who begs for you to get back with him.

a/n: when life gives you motivation, you use it all in one one-shot and never return!!

"what's your favorite ice cream flavor?" he asked you as the two of you were walking down the streets of yokohama. winter was finally here and snow covered what used to be green grass and the clouds were in the shades of grey and white.

"dazai, it's freezing!"

"ah, but that doesn't mean we can't have a special treat!" he grinned, quirking an eyebrow as he waited for a response out of you.

you rolled your eyes with a smile; "if you just have to know!!" you said dramatically, a hand to your chest, "it's pistachio..."

"you basic-"

"HUSH!" you clamped his mouth with your hand, laughing to yourself as he looked at you with a "GIRL WTF-"

"i don't care if calls me a basic bitch, THERE GOOD!!" he held his arms up in defense, "your words not mine!"

you slapped his arm once more as you both kept walking.

"are you going to pay?"

"didn't i tell you? i lost my wallet in the river, it belongs to the frogs now."

"osamu- that was 2 YEARS AGO!!"

"and those frogs MUST have a mansion by now!"

"oh my go-"

"but you, my sweet y/n, you must have some spare change to by your best friend in the whole wide world to get some ice cream for us??????"

he blinked at you with his fingers interlocked with each other and you sighed, shoving his face away from his own.

"i literally hate you..."

"you looooooove me~"

what he said may have been true; we'll, he hoped?

-

"have you ever wondered if atsushi purrs?"

you looked up at dazai; raising an eyebrow as you took a bite of your ice cream. "where does your mind go after work hours?" you shook your head as you chuckled; "wait, I'm serious. like if you scratch behind his ear, does he meow?"

as dazai went on and on about god knows what; you saw a familiar boy stand next to the store of the small ice cream shop...he seemed to be with other boys, around your age, and he was just kinda glancing over at you.

where do you recognize him from?

"are you okay?" dazais voice caused you to look at him quickly, "hm?"

dazai grinned, "something on your mind? is it my, witty charms? my gorgeous vocal cords, or perhaps-"

you shake your head chuckling at just how stupid your best friend is, "no- no, sorry. i just zoned out!"

he nods, not wanting to push further and once again started to talk about random things that popped into his mind.

after a bit, you notice the boy was gone however his friends were still there; you even recognized some of those boys as well. why does it look a little bit like-

"jeezus-"

"what was that?"

"i said "shoeless!"

"Y/N!!!!"

the sudden scream of your name from another man's voice besides dazais caused you both to jump.

you looked to your right, as dazai followed your stare...a boy who rushed over to you with blonde locks and baby blue eyes. he seemed to be in some sort of distress as he got on his knees.

"cody, what are you-"

"i'm so sorry i left you, baby, i was a fool to think i could find someone better!"

dazai was beyond confused as he said nothing but just watch. you glared at the boy who was on his knees; "cody, you cheated on me, and suddenly on your knees begging for me back?"

he nods, grabbing your hands as he looked you in the eye; "you were my everything, and i was stupid to believe i never needed you. I've been a mess without, i've let my hair grow up, i haven't shaved in 8 months, and i'm all alone!!"

"uhm..."

both you and your ex boyfriend looked at dazai who cleared his throat.

"y/n, what ...what is going on?"

before you could respond, cody shouts out; "YOU MOVED ON WITH HIM? what does he have that i don't? oh, OH, your into bandages?"

dazai gave him a "bitch what the fuck" look as he continued; "i can be better then anything he can be to you! i bet he doesn't even know what your favorite ice cream flavor is and got you one you didn't like!!"

"cody, i'm not dating anyone!!!" you blushed furiously, pulling your hand away.

both cody and dazai'a cheeks flushed, however dazai couldn't stop looking at you. 'you can date me' he thought to himself, but was knocked out of his trance as you dragged him away by the arm and said one final goodbye to cody, "your pathetic, cody! leaving me for a bastard who cheated on your ass as well because your a sad, cheating man who has nothing to live for besides eat and sleep all day long! at dazai has a job. you know, your right, he'll be a better boyfriend then you anyday!!"

and with that tou left the weeping man alone with his friends awkwardly standing there, giggling at the incounter that has happened.

as you and dazai got further away, you stopped and sighed. "i'm sorry dazai, that was so awkward! i never thought i'd see him again!" you rubbed your face and looked at the floor, but dazai chuckled and made you look at him.

"it's quite alright, y/n, but...when did you two break up? not that it's any of my buisness, but i had no idea you were even dating!?"

"you seem surprise, you believe a women like me can't pull a lover?"

he froze, "oh-n-no! not at all, i just- you know i just- well you never told-"

you rolled your eyes and punched his arm; "dude i'm kidding!!"

he chuckled, a couple minutes later the two of you decided to walk back home, however he offered to walk you home.

as the lights in yokohama lit up, the moon as set and the streets were quiet.

there was a calm silence as you both walked, the sound of dazais clicking heels caused you to always side eye him and smile. he's never walked you home like this before, he was always so talkative and have something to say.

"did you mean what you said, earlier today?"

ah.

there it was.

"you mean.."

"yeah.."

you smiled to yourself, looking at the floor as you stopped in front of your apartment. "of course i did, i'm sure you would try your hardest to be with the person you love, better then cody!!" you smiled, giving him a hug and waving goodbye.

"bye, dazai! see you at work tomorrow, I better not have to call you again so you won't be late!!" you waved, walking into your apartment.

"goodbye, y/n!" he waved, watching as you entered your apartment and your figure left.

"i love you..."

@justcallmesakira @atsquie @atlasnessie @riiwrites @ruanais @silverbladexyz @pinklacydovey @iisowks @haithamvoid-deactivated20240128

[cyberluvzu]

Hi! Could you do some head canons for dating x-virus?

X-VIRUS DATING HEADCANONS

X-virus x reader

OMGOMGOMG LITERALLY LOVE THIS SM. More Cody content is VERY needed, I think he's really interesting. TYSMMM FOR THE REQUEST AND ALL THE SUPPORT, MWAH MWAH MWAHHHHHH ILY :3!!!!

- Likes to keep you around when he's working in the lab

- Calls you his "little assistant"

- Might give you a little job here and there, never something too dangerous

- Washing lab equipment, measuring different things, stuff like that

- Definitely has a gas mask just for you

- Just likes to keep you with him

- Especially if he's working long hours

- You can be quiet, talk, or do whatever. He's just happy you're there with him

- Absolutely collapses into bed with you after

- Honestly I feel like he'd do that no matter what

- He works hard, ends up burning himself out and just wants to sleep in your arms

- He would definitely get you little gifts

- Would get you a stuffed animal to keep you company when he's busy

- One of his main love languages is gift giving

- Also quality time with you

-He would show you cool science tricks

- If you aren't already interested in science, Cody will make sure you are now

- Tells you little science facts every now and then just to info dump

- If you have an interest that somehow has a science aspect to it, Cody is ON IT

- Learns everything about that subject just to tell you and see your reaction

- Like a certain type of bug or animal?

- Here's a billion science facts about it

- He also likes to listen you rant about your interests while he works

- It's like white nosie to him, your voice calms him

- But when he really needs to focus he will ask you to shut up 😭

- Or asks you to help him with some other task to keep you busy

- He also really likes to just be in your general vicinity

- Just being in the same room as you for a while is enough for Cody

- He also gets paranoid about you getting sick

- Mega germaphobe

- He'll make you wash your hands 24/7

- He just doesn't wanna see you get sick

- Also doesn't wanna get sick himself, but it's mostly to keep you healthy

- Likes to watch you sometimes

- Mentally takes notes of little things you do

- He thinks it's cute that you have your little quirks

- Pretty observant

- Really likes learning about you

- He's just curious about everything you do

- Smiles when he thinks back to the little habits you have, the way you smile, laugh, look, your touch, literally anything about you and he's smiling

- His mind drifts off to you while he works, but then quickly gets focused back on work

- He has a hard time expressing how he feels so he'll show it to you in his own little way

- Running his hand through your hair, asking you to keep him company, including you on little experiments

- Doesn't wanna cross any boundaries you might have, but is also too scared to ask you about anything

- He just waits it out until you try things with him

- He just awkwardly pauses if he wants to do something to you, debating on doing it

- He's a little (a lot) awkward

- Not in like the "omg I'm so awkward guys" way

- More in the "I'm gonna stay in this corner the whole party" awkward (real)

- You get him to open up a little and he's all yours

- He likes who he likes, and keeps a small circle of people

- Doesn't like going out on dates where there's a lot of people

- More of a picnic in the park kind of guy

- Library dates, museums, slender forest, places like that

- Doesn't wanna worry about other people interrupting

- He just wants to be with you, his little lab assistant

- Sometimes he can be a little neglectful to you if he's really focused on work

-If you tell him that you feel ignored, he'll snap out of it and pay more attention to you

- Or if you don't tell him, one day he'll be like "Hm, I haven't really seen them in a while"

- And then it hits him like a freight train

- He feels bad about it, tries to finish his work ASAP to go check on you

- Doesn't address it directly if he's the one who notices it first

- Just gives you more attention, tries to remember to check up on you, and take breaks

- He's given you full permission to remind him to take breaks

- Likes hearing it from you, makes him feel better for some reason

- After the first time he forgot to pay attention to you, when you first started dating, he started to include you more in his lab experiments and keep you with him more

- He just gets really into in his work

- You'd probably have to remind him to eat and drink

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YOU'VE AWOKEN MY CODY OBSESSION AGAIN. I love him sm and more content of him is NEEDED. X-virus fans are BEING STARVED. 😭

[punksdoll]

can you please do an story with Damian Priest x fem reader, where both are part of the Judgment Day and they have an Interview for podcast where the interviewer recognize by the way they are flirty the entire interview that both have an insane chemistry and that the harmony from both is Incredible, and after that interview Damian is confessing his true feelings for her and asks her out for an date??

~~~𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖~~~

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𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 owner of gif: @jeysuso

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 <𝟑

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒚/𝒏 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅, 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒓, 𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒆𝒓𝒂, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇

translations: Embustero: Liar Lo siento mama: I’m sorry mama dios míooo: oh my god Ya lo se: I know ¿Verdad?: Right?

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“Please join us in welcoming, the first ever superstars to be a part of the judgment day, Damian Priest and Y/n Y/l/n.” The interviewer claps as Damian and Y/n both come into view of the camera.

“Hello.” Y/n greets with a smile as she waves at the camera with Damian.

“How are you both today?” The interviewer asks

Damian and y/n both look at each other and nod, “We’re doing great, how are you?” Y/n answers for both of them.

“Amazing even with her around.” Damian motions over to y/n who gives him a cheeky smile.

“Is that so?” The interviewer chuckles, “How does it feel when you won those tag team championship belts, Damian?”

“Oh awesome.” Damian exaggerates, “Being able to win them back from Jey Uso and Cody Rhodes? Even better.”

Y/n gives an offensive look directed towards him as she puts her hand up to her chest, “I thought you said the even better would be me beating Iyo for her belt?” Y/n pouted, “Embustero.”

Damian lets out a chuckle and y/n feels butterflies erupt in her stomach at it. “You’re right you’re right…lo siento mama.” He apologizes, leaning over to give her head a kiss.

The interviewer smirks, “You two seem to be very close, maybe even closer to each other in the group hm?” The interviewer asks.

“We were the first two join the group at the beginning with Edge, so yes we are.” Y/n nods, not seeing where the interviewer is going with the question

“Are you close maybe even outside of work?” The interviewer asks.

Damian lets out a scoff chuckle, “Of course we are. We share a hotel with each other.” Damian nods, “You would expect it to be with Rhea when really it’s actually me.” He shrugs.

“How did you feel when he won those tag team champs back?” The interviewer looks at Y/n.

“I was really proud of them for being able to show who really runs the wwe and who can take back anything they earn, you know?” Y/n answers.

“Yes I do. How were you able to win back those titles after all of those punches and slams?” The interviewer directs her question to Damian.

“Y/n was there. I like to say that she was most definitely my good luck charm to be able to even win them back and to win them for the first time.” Damian looks at Y/n who gives him a beaming smile, “You see that right there? That’s what got me to win.” He motions towards her smile.

Y/n feels herself smiling even more as she covers her face, feeling herself blush. “You’re such a flirt dios míooo…”

The interview goes on with both Damian and Y/n letting out flirts here and there and the interviewer being as nosy as ever.

Finally though, the interview ends and both Damian and Y/n say goodbye to the interview and the camera crew.

“You know…” Damian calls out to Y/n as they both walk out the building and towards their own rented cars, “I meant what I said.”

Y/n raises an eyebrow and looks at him, smiling with a nod. “Ya lo se.” Y/n smiles.

Damian’s eyes widened a bit, “You knew i meant it?”

Y/n raises an eyebrow, “For the interview, yeah.” Y/n nods slowly, “¿Verdad?”

Damian raises an eyebrow and chuckles, “No. I meant what I said.” He is now turned towards her, “I meant it more than that.”

Y/n tilts her head in confusion, “Your loosing me, Luis.” Y/n teases, making Damian smile a bit.

“Then let me show you.” Damian grabs her face in his hands and leans over to give her a soft loving kiss.

Y/n is take aback but she doesn’t waste her time in kissing him back. Doing it immediately once she registered it. Those butterflies exploding inside of her stomach.

They pull away and Damian looks down at her with a soft smile on his face, “Let me take you out, just me and you. No one else.” He whispers

You stare up at him and feel yourself burn up with a smile, “Where to?”

“Anywhere.” Damian answers.

“Yes…” You trail off before catching his lips again.

[madameminor]

In More Ways Than One, Part 7 - Bad Batch x F!Reader - Crime...

Summary: Your Sergeant has given you an order. Kind of. And you're following it. Kind of. Its hard out here for a brat.

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Tags: No smut this chapter, just a brat bein' a brat.

Warnings: Rough handling towards end of chapter.

Notes: You lucky minxes, this one chapter became so long I had to make it into two chapters. Here's the first one. The second one will be posted within the next week. Enjoy ;) Thanks @corona-one for sharing your vaccine knowledge, and @dumfanting once more for your beta-ing!

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“…and last thing. What’s going on with your medic?”

“What do you mean?”

“There are some interesting rumors going around, starting to make their way higher in the ranks.”

“Oh really? What about?”

“Let’s just say it's about your medic’s… relationship with all of you.”

“Hmph. Yeah, we’ve heard about the ‘whore of 99’.”

“Oof, that’s the one. Normally I wouldn’t worry about it, but it's getting loud enough that the Generals might hear, and they’ll want to check in on the whole situation, for her safety. Now I know you boys, but you aren’t known around command for your gentile personalities. Wherever it’s coming from, reign it in a little bit. Your squad doesn’t need that kind of speculation - her least of all. Don’t need the whole GAR knowing her intimate details. Got it, trooper?”

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You walk in and lean against the door frame as Cody disappears from the holoprojector. You couldn’t hear what he was saying, but Cody never calls ‘just to chat’. Another mission? An emergency? You watch Hunter with his chin in his hand and your heart goes to him.

“That bad, hm?” 

He turns towards you.

“No, nothing to really worry about.” He holds out his hand. You take it, using it to straddle him, to get in close and comfort him. You lean your arms on his shoulders, carding your fingers gently through his hair.

“Then what’s the matter, Sergeant Hunter?” you smirk down at him, watching him take you in.

His hand settles on your waist, rubbing between the joints of your armor. “Hm, just sounds like that rumor run is working too well. Cody was calling to ask about it, give us a heads up.”

You tilt your head forward, giving your lovingly incredulous look more emphasis. “Is that really a problem? That WAS the goal.”

He smirks, his crook-ed finger slightly lifting your chin. “If Cody is warning us about it, It’s…something to keep an eye on. Might be best to appear as a “regular squad’ today out among the regs.”

Your heart sinks a little bit, along with a twinge of irritation at his tone. You huff. “So we’re play-acting after all.”

He smirks up at you. 

“You’ll find a way to get through.”

Oh you will, will you? “This sounds like an order, Sergeant”

“Hah. I guess it is.” He nuzzles into your neck, taking in your scent.

OOOOoooo… so Hunter has quite a bit to learn about relationships. You could be an adult and talk about it. Buuuuut… where’s the fun in that?

A lesson then. So be it.

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Knowing what’s to come, you make sure to spend your landing time hungrily making out with Crosshair on his bunk, your fingers in his hair, his fingers desperately squeezing your hip- 

-all just in time for the hatch to open. 

You softly groan into his lips. “Crooooss… we have to go.”

His lips move to your neck, fingers pulling you closer to him. “Let them hear. Worked out last time.”

You sigh in regret. “We can’t, Hunter’s orders.”

He nips at your neck in frustration.

“Fine. Later, you’re mine.”

He stands, pulling you up and grabbing his helmet. You take a second to kiss him again, nuzzling him to look at you.

“Whatever happens, Cross, just remember. I’m ending up with you tonight.”

He looks you up and down with slight suspicion, but nods, turning to join the others in their descent.

Standing at attention and awaiting your party is a trooper in armor decorated in dark purple, the designs minimal, but well drawn. He removes his helmet to reveal a standard clone face, minus a scar through one eyebrow and a small soul patch. There’s a merry glint to his serious eyes. You like him already.

“Clone Force 99, welcome aboard the Captivator. I’m Captain Case. Commander Core has been held up in strategy, but I’ll be taking you to your own briefing room to wait for him-” He pauses as his eyes light on you, his head cocking slightly to the side. You smile at him, using your bashful smile.

Hunter glances to you and back. “Problem?”

The Captain blinks, looking back to Hunter. “Apologies, just didn’t know your squad held a nat- a, uh, non-clone.”

You step past Tech, daintily offering your hand. “Good to meet you, trooper. I have a name, but everyone calls me ‘your majesty’.”

He grins. “Who am I to break tradition?” He takes your hand, pressing his lips to the plastoid covering your fingers. “Does that mean you require an escort?”

“From a dashing trooper such as yourself? Yes, I believe it does.”

He offers his arm out to you with a slight bow, grin widening. “Then if you will, ma’am.”

You take it with a flirty smirk, doing your best impression of royalty, completely ignoring the feeling of eyes on your back.

He glances back at the squad, oblivious to any harm. “If you’ll follow me.”

You chat with the Captain as he leads you on, the usual about the usual: ship’s company and capabilities. When you make it to the briefing room, Case excuses himself to retrieve the Commander, bowing to you with a grin and a flourish. You chuckle; not all troopers go along with the gag, but it's fun when they do. 

Once he’s gone, you ignore all of the chairs - opting instead to sit on the briefing table, legs crossed, leaning back on your arms.

“Enjoy yourself?” Crosshair seethes. You can almost feel the jealousy radiating off of him, especially after getting him so excited before.

You wave your hand, dismissing his concerns. “SOMEone has to make up for your grumpy face.”

He relaxes a bit from your joke - but only a bit. 

Echo sits himself in the chair next to you, his eyes glancing up your legs as his hand settles on the exposed point above your knee. 

“Just remember we’re here for business, cyar’ika,” he murmurs to you as the others take their seats. 

“Says the one checking me out,” you smile, biting your lip as you glance down at his codpiece. “Do you like what you see, trooper? Because I do.”

His eyes involuntarily trace down your body, thoughts clearly headed into erotic territory-

“Knock it off, both of you,” Hunter barks from the chair to the other side of you, clearly displeased. “We've got incoming.”

Echo removes his hand guiltily, but you stay right. Where. You. are.

The doors part and in walks Commander Core and his Captain. The Commander has a short but full mustache from one side of his lip to the other.He seems barrel chested for a clone, if that’s possible, and he has the same jovial spark as his captain - with the same seriousness just behind it. You like it.

“Well, Clone Force 99, glad to see you comfortable. Sorry for the wait, you know strategy meetings.” Hunter stands, helmet under his arm. “Ah! Sergeant Hunter, I believe, good to put the flesh to the face.” They clasp arms in greeting, each acknowledging the other.

“Likewise, Commander. This is my squad, Tech: Crosshair: Wrecker: Echo: and-”

Core grins as you’re indicated. “Ah yes, the Queen herself. It's an honor to have you aboard our humble vessel, your majesty.” He takes your hand and kisses it with a small bow. He murmurs under his breath, “Usually I’m the only Queen around, so I appreciate the company.”

You chuckle as he releases your hand and turns to the others.

“Heard good things about all of you, and you’re going to need everything you’ve got for this one. Take your seats and let's get to it." He and the Captain take their places at the other end of the table, activating the table. "You’re headed to Saila III…”

The briefing is well thought out and concise - you’re impressed. The mission was on a planet largely toxic to organic life- which is why the droid army found it a perfect place to set up a secret droid research and development factory. There were inoculations that could be taken, but wouldn’t do for a whole army in a full on assault. No, they needed a small team, in and out, destroy everything, steal what data was possible - if the team could make it out alive.

The Commander was right, this one would be a doozy. For anyone else.

Core turns off the table and stands up from his chair. “That’s all the info I have for you - check in with the Med bay about your inoculations; there’s a time table to worry about, so the sooner you can get those started, the sooner you can head out.”

Hunter nodded. “Then that’s our next stop.”

You smile at the Captain standing off to the side. “Will you be escorting us this time, Captain?”

He grins at you. “Sadly, no, there’s other business requiring my attention - but this mouse droid will take you where you need to go.” A droid moves forward from a corner and chirps, rolling towards the door.

“Your majesty,” the Commander pulls your attention back. “Selfish of me to ask, I know, but while you’re aboard would you do me the honor of joining me for a meal? I love my brothers, but sometimes I need more… feminine company.” He furtively glances at your squad and winks at you. HAH.  So he could see what was going on.

You try to keep your grin from being too knowing. “I would be delighted, sir.”

“Good, I look forward to it.” He turns to the now strangely tense squad. “Thanks again, boys. Dismissed.”

You all salute before heading out the doors, following behind the tiny droid humming along. 

Crosshair strides up next to you angrily. “What was that?” 

Wrecker comes up to your left. “Yeah, did he just ask you to dinner? Like a DATE?”

You smirk internally. “No, you two, he’s not interested in women. He just wants a break from being surrounded by men. I know the feeling.” 

“Oh.” Wrecker says, taking this in. “Wait, so is the Captain, uh, like that too? 

“No... He was just so nice before, I wouldn’t mind his company.” You try to keep your answer innocent enough.

You might have fluttered your lashes a little too much. He grins and scoops you up with one arm, making you squeal. “What are you up to, babe?”

You smile down at him, nuzzling his face. “Just following orders.”

Hunter’s voice breaks the moment. “Wrecker, put her down. Now.”

"AWWWWOOOOoooooOOO!" You scowl over at him as Wrecker groans, setting you back on the floor. “Fine.”

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Arriving at the medbay is simple enough - getting the attention of one of the clones is harder. It’s a bit chaotic, for a medbay, and you’re barely even acknowledged as the moments drag by. 

You sidle up to Hunter, handing him your helmet. “I’ve got this, Sarge,” you say in a deeper, serious voice, like you’re wading into the trenches. He eyes you suspiciously as you walk towards a trooper with his face in a microscope, putting a little sway in your hips. Yes, Hunter can watch you 'handle it'.

The table is up to your waist- so you lean over it. You prop yourself up by your elbows, your chin resting on the back of one hand. You can't help but grin, thinking of your boys staring at your ass while you flirt with someone else.

“Excuse me, trooper.” 

The man before you looks up quickly, pulled from his work. “Oh, uh, ma'am, uh, hello, I’m sorry I was in my only little world there.”

You smile good-naturedly. “I know the feeling. What are you inspecting?”

“Oh, uh, the reactions of the antibodies we have between a bunch of our vaccines. Since there are several we need for upcoming missions, we want to administer as many as possible without overloading the immune system. Well, a clone immune system. Non-clones are a different story, of course. Though, with the information we gain from clone genetics, perhaps there is a way to include something else in the inoculation to bolster the non-clone immune system while it processes multiple vaccines at once, which would- Oh, uh, I’m sor-”

“Which would save the average non-clone quite a bit of money, if not just another trip to a physician,” you smile, your heart warming towards him. “That’s such a wonderful way to use your access to knowledge. On behalf of nat-borns everywhere, I thank you.”

He beams with gratitude and chuckles. “Just doin’ my duty, ma’am.” You watch as he takes you all in, a bashfulness falling over him at your positioning. He clears his throat. “So, uh, what can I help you with?”

“My squad and I are looking to get our inoculations, and you looked like the man to see, so…”

“Oh, yes! The Saila III mission.” He pauses, glancing at you with confusion. “You’re with the 99?”

You sigh dramatically. “Yes. Someone has to keep those boys in line.” You let your eyes roam over his waiting slides. “Sometimes I wish I could just stay in a lab, find a good partner and focus on helping others. I’m a little envious of you,” 

You see him swallow out of the corner of your eye. Flirtation: success. “I know the feeling.”

You look back at him with a coy smile, letting the moment drag on just a bit until: “So, trooper, those inoculations?”

“Oh! Right.” He quickly turns to his computer. “We can start with the first set now, their side effects are relatively mild.” He reaches below the tabletop, pulling out three hand-length boxes and pushing them towards you. “In one standard rotation, depending on your bodies’ reactions, we should be able to do the next batch. Though with a nat-born… this may take a bit longer than anticipated…” he frowns in thought, calculating timelines and reviewing requirements on his screen. “Twice the time. We’ll need you all to stay aboard and under supervision for at least four days.”

“Four?” You blink in surprise, remembering the briefing. “Does the Commander know this?”

“I’m not sure. I’ll have my S.O. send him a report.” He looks at you, in his element. “We’ll see what we can do to get you out promptly - I know what you’re doing is important. We don’t want to hold you back, we just want to make sure you aren’t handicapped out on the field.”

You genuinely smile at the slight mirror of yourself. “I know the feeling. What’s your name?”

He blinks in surprise, the bashful returning. “Theo.”

“Theo.” You take him in, standing up and tapping lightly on the table. “Thank you, Theo. We’ll settle in and wait for further orders. I’m sure I’ll see you again.” You take the three boxes in hand and, with a winsome smile in his direction, turn and head back to your squad-

-who are all staring at you in varying states of “wtf”. Confusion, interest, jealousy, irritation, and amusement.

You internally preen. Perfect.

“Our timeline has been extended.”

Hunter hands you back your helmet. “What do you mean?”

You set it, your pack, and the boxes down on a free examination table and start setting up one dose of the first vaccine. “Apparently to properly inoculate all of us, we, well, mostly I, need to be under observation for four days to keep an eye on our symptoms.” You click the first syringe into your injector gun. “Who’s first?”

Crosshair steps forward angrily, taking the chance to get close to you. “Is that ALL he said?” he hisses, clearly having trouble reigning in his contempt. You ignore him, moving his undershirt aside to administer the dose.

“He said one standard rotation per dose, at least for clone bodies, and that’s for the 3 types of vaccines the Commander said we’d need.” You load in the next vaccine for Crosshair, applying it to the other side of his neck.

“That timeline suggests you will need them every other rotation.” Tech takes a moment to note the time and enter something into his data pad. “Excellent. Then we will need the barracks they’ve assigned to us for longer than intended.”

“And something to EAT!” Wrecker says as you lock in the next vaccine. “C’mon little droid, take us to some FOOD.” 

“Not yet, Wrecker,” you smile, injecting Crosshair’s third shot and waving the gun at him. “First thing’s first. And you’re next.”

His face drops. “AAWWWoooooooOOOOH! I HATE shots!”

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The little mouse droid beeps an encouragement as you exit the med bay and head down the hall, all of you following in slight formation. 

Hunter hangs back, cornering you the best way he can (you know, while walking out in the open). 

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You blink at him sweetly. “Following orders.”

Oh, he’s not pleased with that answer. “I said to act like a regular squad, not flirt with every trooper you see.”

You drop the act, letting yourself speak plainly. “No, you said ‘find a way to get through it'. So I am. I WANT to be flirting with all of you, but I’ll make do with a few regs for now.” You look forward again. “Just trying to be good for you, Sergeant.”

“Hooo…” he shakes his head, almost chuckling in his frustration. “If you keep this up…”

You look at him again. “You’ll what? Punish me for following orders? You know what I say about ‘natural consequences', Hunter.” You make sure to meet his eyes. “Next time, Sergeant, be more specific. Or even better, lets talk about it and come up with something together. You know, like partners.”

He slows to a stop, letting you continue on. A quick glance behind shows he’s pensive - he’s heard you. You nod to yourself, satisfied as you move to catch up with your boys in time to enter the mess. 

The hall was busy, but not packed. Clones littered the tables in crews of 2 or 3, with a whole squad taking up a table here and there. You catch some of them glancing curiously at your crew before ducking in to whispers, but the air was far from hostile. 

Hm. That was a nice change.

“Alright, I’m starving!” Wrecker led the charge on the food line, the rest of you following. 

The fare is good (for ship life), and you take your favorites, finishing just before Tech. Echo, Wrecker and Crosshair have already claimed a table in the back, but you’re headed somewhere else today. You start to head towards a table just to the right of them.

“Where are you going?” Tech’s tone is curious more than anything.

You turn to him, your head indicating your destination. “To sit with some new faces.”

“That is out of the ordinary. As is much of your behavior today,” he observes thoughtfully, eyes searching your face. “What is your objective? Are you feeling alright?”

“Why, Tech,” you smile, batting your eyelashes. “I’m just following orders.”

You wink and spin on your heel, heading towards trouble, Crosshair’s glare burning into your shoulder blades.

You sidle up to the table. “Do you mind if I join you, boys?”

The table falls quiet.

The clone closest to you, sporting a GAR tattoo on his neck, blinks, glancing at his squad mates and then back to you “Uh…us? Really?”

The one across from him, shaved bald with an intricate pattern tattooed across his scalp, glances over at your squad and back to you. “What about the, uh… what about your squad?” You can hear a bit of a smirk in there. “Get into a fight?”

You glance behind you, feigning confusion. “What? Oh no, I see them all the time, sometimes I just need a change of company, you know? Hear some new stories, get 'the gos' circling around.”

“Really? Well, we’ve got some ‘good gos’ about- OW!” GAR tattoo glares across the table at bald tattoo, rubbing his calf underneath the table.

Bald tattoo keeps his eyes on you. “Sure… that makes sense. Guess not all natborns are used to keeping the same company.” He winces a bit. “Oh, uh, excuse me, ma’am-”

You sit down with a chuckle, leaning on one hand. “Trooper, I’m not some shiny. I know what a natborn is.”

He chuckles, and the entire table seems to relax. “Fair enough.” He reaches out his hand. “The names Dorn.”

You take it. “A pleasure, Dorn.” 

And you’re in.

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Hunter sits down amidst a squad in chaos.

Crosshair’s hiss is barely understandable through his clenched teeth. “What does she mean she’s following orders?”

Tech digs his fork into his food, thoughtful rather than perturbed. “I am not entirely sure. She did not elaborate before heading in that direction.”

Wrecker is so confused he hasn’t touched his food. “So we don’t even know what orders she’s following?”

Echo looks over at Hunter’s face, knowing eyes putting it together. “You know what she’s talking about.”

Hunter sighs as he picks up his carb, breaking it in half before looking over to where you’re laughing with the Commander’s boys. It all made sense now. Alright, he can acknowledge he had some growing to do. He got your point. Didn’t mean he liked the way you taught it to him.

“I got a com from Cody, said to be careful the way we act around the regs. Command was getting wind of our arrangement, was afraid they’d come asking questions.” He doesn’t take his eyes off of you as he takes a bite of his bread. “I told her to take it easy today, act like a normal squad. She wasn’t happy, I told her to find a way through it, she asked if that was an order."

Echo smirks. “And you said yes.”

“Fell right into her trap,” Hunter acknowledged, shaking his head. “Just told me her way of getting through is flirting with the regs instead of us. She’s trying to teach me a lesson, but she’s probably using the chance to tease all of you at the same time.”

“Ah, yes,” Tech returns to eating, “and in a way that we are unable to react without causing suspicion. I am impressed.”

“I’m not.” Wrecker grumbles. “Just want to carry her off and mark her up. See if those regs flirt with her when they see she’s taken.”

Hunter’s intellect perks up; That’s right - HE couldn’t punish you for following orders, but Crosshair and the others could for causing trouble. He smirks to himself. Well, he could find loopholes, too.

“Crosshair.”

The Sniper side eyes him. 

“You warned her what happens when she’s a tease?”

Crosshair nods slightly.

“And would you boys all agree that she’s being a tease?”

Wrecker frowns. “OH yeah.”

Tech adjusts his goggles. “I believe I would agree with that, yes.”

“Then it looks like we’re in for an interesting night. Crosshair, you’re the lead on this. Got any ideas?”

Crosshair’s eyes slink back to you, a satisfied smirk slowly settling in. “Oh, do I.”

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The Core boys are a good bunch. They have you genuinely laughing- and maaaaybe you amp it up a little bit, throw in some general, harmless flirting every now and then? You get a few blushes, but neither side is forward enough to risk any misunderstandings. All in all, just fun.

You glance over to the squad to see the havoc you’ve wrought: oh, bliss. Crosshair is glaring absolute DAGGERS at you, Hunter is shaking his head, and Echo is slowly starting to get it. The next time… they’re heads are together in a huddle, with Hunter’s listening-to-strategy face peering at you. 

Uh oh.

“...by the C-quad always catches it, so he couldn’t-”

You turn back to Tor, the republic tattoo. “The C-quad?”

Dorn laughs. “That's what we call Commander Core and Captain Case. Four Cs, C quad. Much easier.”

You grin. “I get it, clever.”

You’re pulled back into the conversation with your tablemates for several more minutes until a slight shadow falls over you- Echo has made his way over. You glance at where he was sat to see that the rest of the batch has left already.

“Excuse me, brothers, I’ve come to claim our medic.” He looks at you with an amused ‘alright, play time’s over’ look on his face. “Joining us, your majesty?”

You give a dramatic sigh. “If I must. Pardon me boys, my subjects need me.” You stand and gather your dishes with a smile. “It’s been a pleasure.”

They all say goodbye kindly enough- but you don’t miss the curious looks they shoot between you and Echo.

You deposit your plates and head out of the mess hall.

“Good meal?” you smile at him.

He chuckles, shifting his helmet under his arm. “Any meal that isn’t ration bars is a win to me.”

You love his laugh. Then you remember your ‘uh oh’ moment. “What were you all talking about?”

“Our upcoming mission.” He looks over at you, amused. “How about you? Had some fun?”

You feel the blush, refusing to feel guilty. “Of course. Always nice to make new friends.” You glance at him curiously. “You were…ok with that?”

“Hm.” He glances at you with another amused smirk before looking forward again. “We’ll talk about it when we get to the barracks.”

Hm… interesting…?

You arrive at an unimpressive door and Echo enters in the keycode. The door whisks open to your quarters for the evening, revealing a fairly large room, all things considered - about half the size of the squad’s room on Kamino. There are 6 beds, two on each of the three walls, one on top, the other below, with standard gray GAR bedding. A large table takes up the center of the room, Hunter sitting at the head, arms crossed, and Wrecker sitting on his right, grinning from ear to ear. You look over them both, not sure what to expect.

As you look around for the others, Echo gestures at your back.

“Pack?” 

Well, he can’t be THAT angry with you, then. “Thanks Echo.” You take off your pack and hand it over to him. Glancing back, Wrecker’s grin has only widened.

Hmph. Your hands perch on your hips.

“Alright, Wrecker, what are you boys up to?”

You feel, rather than hear, the whisper by your ear.

“We should be asking you the same question, princess.”

Crosshair’s arm encircles the both of yours, pulling them behind your back, his free hand sliding up to your throat. “You have some serious groveling to do.”

You feel your arousal overtaken with surprise. “Cross- what are you-” 

He lightly squeezes your neck, just enough to get your attention. “You were told what being a brat gets you. Teased and tormented, remember?”

The fire lit inside you is too good to regret. “I-I was just following orders,” you look to Hunter, “right Sergeant?”

Hunter chuckles under his breath. “Hmph. Sure, you were following mine. But they don’t see it that way, do they?”

Oh that bastard. Well played. You gulp against the hand over your throat.

“See princess, Hunter might not be able to punish you,” Crosshair hisses in your ear. “But the rest of us can. And I’ll be showing them how to punish you properly.”

Wait, is this… ALL of them are going to do this? Together? At ONCE?? You can’t help it - you whimper.

“Getting the picture?” Crosshair smirks. “And in case you feel like continuing to be a tease, Hunter is going to sit right there and make sure you take your punishment - or you’re sleeping on the Marauder. Alone.”

Hunter leans forward, making sure you’re keeping eye contact with him.

“You understand, trooper?”

Your voice is a squeak against Crosshair's grip. “Y-yes, sir.”

He finally allows a smug smirk, leaning back to watch. “Remember, your word is meiloorun.”

Kriffing sith hells, here it goes.

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[awlimagines]

Sunny Skies Ahead (Cody/Gordy's First Kiss)

The typhoon outside was vicious. You were glad the animals were safe in the barn and coop. You stood to stretch, switching the TV’s weather channel off. The forecaster said it would be over in the next few hours. Your brows furrowed in confusion. You could still hear the reporter’s voice even though the television was off. Before you could move to investigate, a booming clap of thunder surprised you. The lights went out immediately as the storm thrashed against your home. 

You swallowed, fighting the chill that ran down your spine. The voice of the weatherman still sounded from the unfinished kitchen. Shakily, you crept toward the kitchen door. It felt safer when the house only consisted of one room. A larger space seemed a no-brainer after your engagement to Gordy. A bachelor pad didn’t need too much, but if you and Gordy wanted children, more room was a requirement. 

You wished Gordy was here now. The large frame of your fiance would be more reassuring than facing a disembodied voice alone. You opened the kitchen door, peering into the unfinished addition. Sheets of plastic somehow hung against the gaping skeleton, fighting to keep rain from flooding the area. You cautiously stepped past the doorframe, holding firmly to the door to venture further. A radio stood on the worker’s bench, providing steady weather updates. 

The radio explained the reporter’s voice, but how did the radio get here? You could imagine the construction crew forgetting the radio. But surely, you would have heard something from it before now? You screeched, seeing a dark shadow suddenly appear on the other side of the hanging plastic. You frantically tried shoving the door shut, retreating into the safety of your home. Tears filled your eyes in desperation as a foot appeared, catching the door before it could snap closed, a foot in a familiar red and white shoe. 

“You scared me! Why didn’t you say something?” you fussed at Gordy as he slipped into the house. You gathered towels from a drawer to pass to your fiance as you asked, “Why were you out in the middle of a typhoon?” 

Gordy calmly explained he was worried about you. He knew Takakura was nearby if anything was too bad, but Gordy felt restless wandering his home alone. Then, the thought of your home flooding from the unfinished addition worried Gordy too much to sit around. The radio was his that he brought to monitor the news. Admittedly, when he left, the weather was a bit calmer. The sudden swell and open door had scared him as well. 

“Just stay here; we’re already engaged. No one cares if you stay. I want you to be here with me,” you pleaded. 

Gordy was trying to leave after affirming your safety, and the new kitchen door didn’t allow rainwater to leak into the house. It had been hard to get close to the quiet artist, and while you usually enjoyed him being a gentleman, he was annoying you. Sure, you were only recently engaged, but the man had yet to kiss you. He was affectionate in hugs and pecks on your cheek or forehead but always hesitated about locking lips. 

You expected him to refuse again, but as another crash of thunder shook the windows, he relented. Happy, you eagerly pulled extra blankets to arrange a pallet on the floor. You read from a collection of poetry you had on your shelf by candlelight. When the lights flickered back to life, you made simple noodles for you both. Gordy insisted on returning to his home now that the typhoon had passed, and the weatherman promised clear skies in the morning. 

“Would it be okay if I kissed you?” Gordy questioned, hesitating at the door. You chirped in agreement, expecting him to kiss your cheek. Your eyes fluttered in surprise when his hand tenderly cupped your face and his lips pressed into yours. You pressed your lips into him, enjoying the feeling. Gordy pulled back from you after a few minutes, leaving you staring breathlessly at him. He cleared his throat and mumbled about needing to head home before he ended up staying the night. 

“Would that be so bad?”

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Hey there, if you are up for it could I make a request for angst/comfort/fluff with Batcher’s x fem!reader or (wrecker x fem!reader).

The situation: she’s been with the team for a while and is used to their teasing and can dish it out, but unknowingly, they tease her about something from her child hood that she would get teased about (something silly, not too serious). She hasn’t told them about it bc she still gets bothered by it and they notice her withdraw and one finds her upset. She knows she shouldn’t be mad at them and of course feels bad that they feel bad. They talk it out and she clears the air, things go back to normal, etc (maybe a kiss from Wrecker).

🫣I hope this makes sense. Feel free to interpret how you feel fit. (If not, just scratch it)

Thanks for being an amazing writer! 🎉

Warnings and Information: No real age rating. 2nd person POV; undescribed fem!Reader with the use of she/her pronouns. Wrecker has a crush on Reader. Light, playful teasing all around from our Batchers and Reader. Mentions of a generic, embarrassing situation that happened in the reader's childhood (part of your clothing getting stained/dirty and not remembering how it happened). Minor language. Sprinkling of Mando'a. I wasn't quite sure where this was going for a while honestly, but I think I got it all smoothed out! Thanks for making a request! <3

Word-count: 5,046

Hyperspace was a strange and mystifying concept. You could spend hours, days, even whole weeks traveling at breakneck speeds among the eternal, ethereal canvas of space. Time felt different in hyperspace. Too short, too long, and everything in between. Were it not for a day/night system within the attack shuttle, you'd lose sense of time, and much like the primary navigator of Clone Force 99, your sleep schedule would be kriffed. 

You could stare out the viewport of the Havoc Marauder at the swirling, shimmering and shifting blues for hours at a time. If only you had a moment of peace, though. You can hear someone calling your name, the voice growing closer as they search for you. 

It's a small ship, he'll find you eventually. You keep your eyes fixed on the hypnotic scene just outside the viewport. 

"Hey, daydreamer. Thought I'd find you here. Chow time." Hunter steps into the cockpit, the hinged box of foodstuffs tucked in the crook of his right arm. With his left hand, Hunter scrounges up your share of the rations and passes them over to you. "Here. Best-tasting bits in the box." 

You roll your eyes playfully. "Oh I'm sure." Everything about ration bars and sticks are incredibly bland. They're not meant to be flavorful. They're just supposed to keep up with the minimal nutritional needs of the lifeforms they were formulated for. Your options were "chewy" and "crumbly" if you were lucky. "Thanks, Hunter." You bite down into one, and as expected, it's just barely palatable, but chewy today. 

His head bobs politely. "You're welcome. We make planet-fall to meet up with Commander Cody in 12 standard hours." Hunter closes the box and tucks it away in an overhead compartment within the cockpit. You must have been the last of the squad to get your last meal of the day before the Marauder automatically cycles itself into nocturnal lighting. 

Twelve hours… just two more meals at least before you'd reach your destination. Just twelve more hours of hyperspace to lose yourself in before you had a job to do. You weren't going to let Commander Cody regret his decision to allow a non-Clone researcher into the ranks of the GAR. 

Hunter catches the way your shoulders droop just half an inch at the news. "Hey. Something on your mind?" 

"Hm?" You perk up at the shift in tone of his voice, wondering what tipped him off. "Nothing's the matter, Hunter. I'm fine. Only thinking." 

"About…?" 

You shake your head softly, smiling gently at the Clone Sergeant who had spent considerable effort to make sure you felt like part of this team. "I promise, I'm fine. Just mentally preparing myself for what Commander Cody asked of us." You could be honest with Hunter. When he learned that the seventh researcher considered for his squad could tolerate a bit of rude humor and teasing, he had admittedly thought about testing his commander's claims alongside his brothers, save for Echo. 

"She spent some time with the 501st. If she can handle them, she can handle you. She spent six months with them before Commander Cody considered reassigning her. They're not an easy group." Echo cautioned Hunter after reading the introductory files. 

"Neither are we. Sounds like she's in for a challenge." Crosshair scoffed, waving away the files he had no interest in reading. Hunter would have been completely on board with the idea of seeing how soon they could send researcher number seven running, were it not for the way Wrecker took Tech's datapad and frowned in deep concentration as he read. He kept scrolling back to the top of the file every few minutes to glance at the portrait attached. 

Researchers one through six had been men. 

Men who'd had their pride hurt when Tech corrected them, men who'd promptly disembarked the attack shuttle the next time they reported to Commander Cody because they couldn't stand the unprofessionalism, and men who realized too late that they were not cut out for traveling the galaxy like they once thought and had been more of a liability than an asset to CF99. 

"She's pretty." Wrecker murmured to himself, scrolling back up to the portrait for the fifth time. "And she's… uh, what's that word mean, Tech? … Oh wow. That's a lotta certifications. So she's real smart? When's she supposed to join us?" 

"Twelve standard hours." Tech replied nonchalantly, taking the datapad back before Wrecker would change his mind and steal another look at the professional headshot embedded in the file. "Which means we would have ample time to come up with an excuse to-" Hunter shook his head sharply, silencing Tech. "Let me see the file." 

He thumbed his way down the file and made his selection. Crosshair tucked his arms around his chest, toothpick swaying in the air like a conductor's wand as he spoke, hearing the cheery tone that denoted Hunter had selected ACCEPT rather than dismissing the application. "You're approving her to join our squad? Just like that?" 

"Just like that." 

Twelve standard hours later, Hunter knew he was not going to regret this spur of the moment decision to include this woman on his squad. Crosshair made a blunt remark about needing to move things to shelves you could better reach, and you wasted no time in retorting that there was no need. 

"I'll just be sure not to wear my shoes when I use you as a footstool or a ladder, string bean." 

The toothpick fell from his lip, expression incredulous. "Stri-?" 

"HAHAHAH! I like her already!" Wrecker declared before pushing through his brothers to be the first to introduce himself, "Hi! I'm Wrecker!" 

Things only got easier from there. They liked that you weren't afraid of a little teasing. You could definitely dish it, too! When Commander Cody asked to see the squad three months later when there wasn't so much as an inkling as to whether you were still with them or not, he had been surprised that his brothers were prepared to go and beg to keep this seventh researcher. 

Tech appreciated that you didn't take great offense to his gentle, or not-so-gentle, corrections. A new conversational partner with an inquisitive mind was sorely needed, too. 

"It's 'clusters of three, leave it be' when it comes to select plants found on planets like Naboo, yes. But not where we're going." 

"Is it? … Oh, yes, you're right. Interesting. 'Leaves of three, safe for me. Leaves of four, internal war.' That's… ominous. I'll be sure to study up on this; thank you Tech." 

Crosshair didn't tolerate anyone other than you (or his brothers) comparing him to a kriffing vegetable. Matter of fact, he took it badly if you didn't playfully mock him every couple of rotations. 

"What's got you so sour this morning? Didn't chew enough logs for your beaver den last night?" you had teased, alluding to his habit of gnawing on a toothpick whenever he had the chance. 

"... caf pot is just taking its sweet kriffing time." 

Echo had enjoyed that there was someone who could share in the stories about the shenanigans of the 501st in the wee hours of twilight. Someone to reminisce with. Someone to tell him what he'd missed.

"Captain Rex had to separate a couple of batchmates, I think,  because they wouldn't stop making faces at each other when they thought he couldn't see!" you giggled, drying the tears from your eyes and clutching the aching ribs from laughing so much during one of your happier recountings. 

"Are you sure they weren't Shinies?" Echo asked. You shrugged honestly, admitting you couldn't tell, and did your best to describe the patterns painted in blue on their armor. Echo only sighed and laughed. "Of course it'd be them."

Hunter found greater relief for his episodic headaches since bringing you on board their team. You weren't brought there to be their medic, but you had a knack for knowing just what sort of headache plagued him before he could puzzle it out with everyone making so much noise around him. 

"Here. Give this a try, see if that does anything to relieve your migraine, sarge." 

"How could you tell it was a-?"

"Shhh. I'll explain later. Go lay down in your bunk. I'll ask the others to be quiet."

And Wrecker…

… oh you had him wrapped around your little finger so tightly. He just loved you. The rest of the squad often found the two of you sharing snacks, or found you curled up in his bunk (with Lula snug in your arms) if Wrecker discovered you passed out in one of the crash seats, and entertained him with stories about your childhood. It would've broken his brother's heart if Hunter had been asked to transfer out their seventh researcher. It took less than a full week for Wrecker to realize that he didn't just find you pretty; but he was starting to develop a crush on you the longer you'd been with them.

You weren't stupid to the crush, either. You definitely noticed. But in the interest of professionalism, you and Wrecker both were very careful to keep things platonic and friendly. No one was quite sure if romantic partnerships could be pursued between the Clone soldiers of the GAR and nat-born personnel with the relative newness of this program. 

For now. 

You were supposed to meet up with Commander Cody every three months. It's been six months (and a handful of days in hyperspace) since you had joined the ranks of the Bad Batch, hoping to get approved to remain with them longer by the Marshal Commander. And it'd take just less than twelve standard hours to find out just how much or how little the two of you cared about keeping it professional. 

You could hear Echo groaning in the bunkroom from the confines of the cockpit. "What's with Echo?" you asked Hunter, wondering what was troubling the cybernetically enhanced soldier this… well, you guessed you could call it evening. "He okay?" 

"Dunno." Hunter shrugged, letting you exit the cockpit first so the two of you could go see what was wrong. 

Echo is sitting in Tech's rack, the two of them trying to scrub a mysterious stain out of the material of Echo's modified sleepwear. Nothing they have tried seems to be working. "It's getting worse." Echo insists, the edge of his voice suggesting he's getting very frustrated. 

"We will find something to remove the stain, Echo," Tech insists, trying to be reassuring and supportive, "don't worry." 

"We've been trying to get it out for the last ten minutes, it's not working!" You ask to give the sleep-shirt a look, offering to help so no one loses their temper with one another despite best efforts. "I'm no stranger to stains as a researcher. I get my clothes dirty all the time." you say, trying to lighten the mood. It looks like the stain is oil-based when you lift it up to your face to make a closer visual inspection. "Oh, this shouldn't be too hard to remove. Just need a little hot water and some cleaner. I've got something that should do the trick." 

You nab the container of laundry detergent powder that you have tucked among your things that's never failed you in removing even the toughest of stains, and there's some nervous snickers over the size of the box. "Are you really gonna need that much to get a little stain out?" Wrecker asks curiously, eyes flitting from container to the stain on the shirt that's roughly the size of a fingerprint.

You laugh gently, taking the top with you to the sink in the tiny on-board 'fresher. "Oh, no-no! I just like to be prepared and have a lot of this on hand." 

You're not quite sure who makes the first remark (or what it is exactly) over the gush of the faucet, but someone makes a jab that sounds like it's about the size of the detergent box and your comment regarding preparedness. You're honestly not sure. You're more focused on removing the grease from the sleepwear to completely pay attention. When you're finished, you carefully wring out the water from the material of the sleepwear and give it to Echo. "Here, give that a look. See if I got it out." 

He exhales softly with relief, thanking you. "Like it was never there. Thank you. This was one of my last sets of clean sleepers before we see Commander Cody." 

"Hey, like I said," you remind him with a smile, "plenty of experience with stained clothing as I've gotten older." 

Rationally, you understand that the remark one of them makes is made innocently, but it strikes a sore nerve all the same. "Hah. Betting there's some clothing that you ruined as a kid that you'd know how to get out now and save yourself some embarrassment or something, huh?"

You swallow uncomfortably. There is at least one occasion you can think of, yes. But it happened so long ago you don't recall the specifics. Maybe it'd been a party with your family or some friends, or maybe it was a sleepover, and you can't recall if the stain had gotten on the tops or bottoms of one of your favorite outfits as a child. But it was so bright and obvious that it was impossible not to miss. Trying to clean it up with a napkin or paper towel only smeared it into the clothing. And trying to use water just made it even worse, even larger and more noticeable than before because now part of you was wet. And some people had laughed. People with good intentions tried to help you clean the stain, but it just ruined your clothing, and you had to wear it for the rest of the day. 

You had been so kriffing embarrassed that you didn't even remember when you got your clothes stained, or what stained them to begin with. You just remember the teasing that came later. It probably wasn't even all that much teasing, in reality… but to a little girl, it sure felt like a lot. 

Someone timidly calls your name, noticing how silent you've become. An uneasy silence that you rarely fell into. "You okay, cyar'ika?" 

You don't say anything for a long moment, debating if it's worth explaining the embarrassing memory such a simple, honest question unearthed. No, you decide. It's silly. They've witnessed far worse as soldiers than a kriffing stain on their favorite clothes. Complaining about it to them would be… childish. You're being childish, you tell yourself. You're still bothered by things that happened so long ago that don't even matter, and those people who teased you likely don't remember now. How pathetic of you, you scold.

"I'm fine… I think I'm just tired. What, uh… what time is it?" you glance around the ship, genuinely forgetting where you might find something with a display of the time at the present moment. 

Tech, faithful datapad ever in hand, has the time. "It will be twenty minutes before the Marauder's internal lighting changes over to try to simulate nocturnal conditions." 

"Oh, no wonder…" you murmur, feigning a soft yawn. "I swear, it's always just shortly before we make planet-fall that my circadian rhythm finally takes the hint and wants to cooperate." Echo and Wrecker both nod sympathetically, Echo more so because he shares a similar struggle. Poor man is often turning like a nuna on a spit over an open fire in his bed, and it doesn't surprise Hunter, Crosshair or Wrecker anymore to now find three people chatting in the cockpit of the attack shuttle sometimes since the addition of the female researcher. (It certainly surprised Commander Cody on that three-month-mark check in that you were all getting along so well.)

Echo follows suit with a yawn of his own. "Yeah, I know whatcha mean, ad'ika… Think I'll turn in early too, if I'm not needed for watch duty."

Crosshair shakes his head, silently communicating with Hunter through a simple look, listing off your name along with Echo and Wrecker. "You three get some sleep. And Tech, do whatever the kriff you feel like so long as you do it quietly." If Cross and Hunter were taking watch together, they had something to discuss for a while before Crosshair would come along and collect Tech from wherever he inevitably passed out and tuck him into his bunk. 

You bid everyone good night and climbed up into your rack, laying on your side to face the inner wall of the alcove for some semblance of privacy. Being sleepy was a façade, of course. Even when the lights dimmed, you didn't find yourself any sleepier. You just kept thinking back to that comment someone had said. 

You hadn't thought about that instance of your childhood in ages until tonight. But you're starting to think it affected you a lot more than you initially believed. 

Is that why I learned how to get stains out of practically every kind of clothing? Is that why I have such a big container of laundry detergent "just in case"? Am I worried that they'll make fun of me if I ever got such an obvious stain on my clothing while I'm doing my job as a researcher? Am I worried that… Wrecker will make fun of me? 

Wrecker whispers your name from his rack after a few minutes of silence. "Are you okay?" Unbeknownst to you, he's been thinking about the way you reacted after the question too, and he wants to see if you're okay. But you don't want to bother him while you're feeling so blue about childhood embarrassments, so you pretend to be asleep by not answering him. "Think she's asleep, Wrecker…" Echo mumbles somewhere below you. "You should try to do the same."

You can imagine the dejected frown as Wrecker turns into his bunk and with a sigh says, "... 'kay. I'll ask her in the morning, then. G'night." 

You'll have at least six standard hours to hope that Wrecker forgets to ask. Or, with a healthy helping of mercy from the galaxy, that you'd forget too. 

You wake up to a timid hand reaching up into your rack and poking you gently between your shoulder blades. You know without having to roll over or even open your eyes that it's Wrecker. Each one of them has a different method of waking you, and Wrecker is always cautious. 

"Mm. Mornin'." you mumble, carefully sitting up and easing yourself to the edge of your bunk. "Sleep well, Wrecker?" The team's always been real sweet and considerate in the "mornings" through hyperspace travel, but there's something with Wrecker in particular you're drawn to in the morning… you've never quite gotten it figured out. "No bad dreams at least, right?" 

"Eh… think so, at least!" Wrecker chuckles with an exaggerated shrug, stifling a yawn with the palm of his hand. "None that I can remember, anyway. What about you?" 

Cautiously lowering yourself from the bunk, you think back to last night's dreams and vaguely describe what you remember of the disjointed sequence of events. And of course, there had been something related to your recollections last night, but you didn't tell Wrecker about that. For the time being, you're just going to keep mum about it.

You have things to do around the Havoc Marauder to prepare for meeting up with Commander Cody; a little bit of paperwork, mostly. After Hunter divvies up the morning rations for everyone, you say that you're going to retreat back to bunks where it'll be quietest to get this all sorted out, indicating your paperwork. 

The neater you make this, the faster a busy man like the Commander will be able to approve you for another three months. 

Wrecker follows you back to the sleeping racks, followed after by Tech, who rouses you from the files just as you find your groove. 

"Is there something bothering you?" 

Your head snaps up in confusion and surprise. "Huh?"

Tech states your name and repeats his question, believing that you hadn't been paying attention at all rather than just listening half-heartedly. "I asked if there was something bothering you. You're not one to shy away from doing your paperwork around the squad. In fact, doing your paperwork around us has never been a problem before until-"

Wrecker cuts to the chase when he senses his brother's explanation is getting too long-winded. "Tech's asking if something upset you last night." 

"If one of us upset you last night." 

Cross, Hunter and Echo have now come to make themselves part of this budding conversation, joining everyone else presently in the bunkroom. "We noticed that you got really quiet, and that's not exactly like you." one of them remarks. 

"If there's a problem, we want to sort this out before we see Commander Cody. If he thinks there's a chance things aren't working out-"

"-he'll probably reassign you. And we don't want that. I-I don't want tha'..." Wrecker admits bashfully. 

Someone nudges Cross in the ribs to say something. "Did something one of us said last night embarrass you?" 

You shake your head firmly. If the five of them are worried enough that a playful taunt was taken too far last night, and they were scared to risk you becoming reassigned that they were getting the jump on things before they had the chance to kick off, then they must really think they did something to screw up, or that you're mad at them, and that's why you're not talking to them as you do your paperwork like usual. 

"Oh boys…" you start, setting aside the datapad to give them your undivided company. "No. You don't have to worry. And I'm truly sorry that I made you all worry, but… nothing's wrong, really." You explain in some detail that you're really and truly okay. Maybe feeling a little blue about the memories that resurfaced after you confide in all of them that it turns out that incident from your childhood still upsets you more than you initially believed. "I know rationally none of you knew that. Or that it would upset me. I didn't even know it'd upset me to think about the time I got some clothes dirty as a little girl. So I don't blame anyone. And once again, I'm really sorry if I made any of you think I was mad, or offended, or anything like that just before we see the Marshal Commander. You don't have to worry about me asking to reassign just because my feelings got a little bruised. C'mon. We've all teased each other plenty. Ain't that right, Mr. Toothprick?" 

In his relief, Cross can only chuckle silently. "Think you've used that one before. Don't tell me you're running out of ideas." 

"She has not. I've been keeping a list of her- Nevermind. That's not important." Tech interrupts himself, adjusting the strap of his goggles. "What is important is we've cleared the air. And everything seems to be in order once more, as we hoped." 

You smile. “Heh. Never change, Tech.” Before most leave you to your paperwork, Tech assures you he doesn’t particularly plan on it. Among those that stay are Hunter and Wrecker. Hunter will need to add his signature to the paperwork once you’ve gotten it completed, and Wrecker just wants to keep you company. And give, or get, a little reassurance. “You know we’d never make fun of you for getting a stain in your clothing and mean it, right?”

“Yes Wrecker,” you promise, pawning the datapad to the sergeant of the rogue Clone squad once you’ve scribbled out your own signature. Getting up from the borrowed bunk you had been sitting in, you give Wrecker a friendly kiss on the cheek just to see him smile again before you make your way to the snug ‘fresher aboard the attack shuttle to freshen up. In less than six standard hours, you’ll be making planet-fall, and there’s still lots to do. “I trust you guys. You don’t have to worry, big guy.” 

Neither do you, turns out. 

Very shortly after touching down on the landing pad, you trot down the gangplank of the Marauder, datapad with all your necessary files prepped and ready once Cody comes to greet you in your hand. As civilian personnel, you’re not exactly sure how far you can stray from the ship while you wait for the Clone Commander. Or if there’s even protocol for that kind of thing to begin with. Strangely, there’s more than just the members of the 212th here; you’re seeing hints of blue armor of the 501st roaming the landing pad too.

Someone calls your name. It’s a younger trooper you made friends with in the sixth months that you were with them, surprised to see you. “Ad’ika? Hey, long time no see! Hope the Bad Batch hasn’t been giving you too much trouble!” 

“Not at all; they’ve been great! Oh, it’s so good to see you.” you reply, excitedly throwing your arms around your friend before he gets the chance to warn you.

Poor fellow begins to sputter nervously. “Y-yeah, it’s good to see you too, but uh…” He utters something that sounds like the words oh no under his breath.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, pulling away from him. That’s when you notice why he’s panicking. You’ve just given your friend a hug not long after he must have touched up the paint on his armor. There’s a bright splotch of blue all over the front of your field uniform now. “Oh kriff, I’m so sorry…!” you apologize to one another simultaneously. The paint is very fresh, and there’s no hiding it either. Oh stars, that’ll be a nightmare to get out… and you have to speak to Commander Cody soon, there’s probably not enough time to change into another field uniform!

“Oh no… um, Hunter? C-could you take my datapad please? I need to-” You’re about ready to ask Hunter if he can possibly stall for a little time if the Commander comes to review the report, but when you turn around, you find that Cody’s already here and talking to Hunter. Wrecker takes one look at you, your clothing covered in blue paint, and decides that he’s not going to let you be the only one covered in paint before the Commander notices. Thankfully, he’s too distracted with the supply manifest Tech’s presented to him to have heard you asking Hunter to help. One look at the situation, and he’s made up his mind on what to do; your warning can’t sway him.

“Wr-Wrecker! What’re you-!”

Bounding up to you with a laugh, Wrecker hoists you into his arms against his chest, transferring some of the paint from your clothing all over his plastoid in the process after safely tossing the datapad to Hunter from your hands. “Hey, if you’re offering hugs, I want one too!”

Wrecker carries you closer to the group and the others take some of the paint off your clothing and add it to their armor without complaint. You and Wrecker bare the most paint of the six of you standing near the Commander as he glances down the paperwork to make sure everything appears to be in order. “Ah, well I see you boys have been getting along very well with your seventh researcher.” Cody remarks casually, looking up from the datapad now everyone had a little bit of blue on them. “Guess I don’t need to ask whether this means you’re all sick of one another, yet.” Hunter’s jaw drops open to comment, but he’s silenced when the indicator tied to the APPROVED button chimes. So instead, he simply thanks the Marshal Commander and offers a polite salute as Cody dismisses himself. 

Hunter swears softly when he takes a look at the datapad. “He’s… approved you for another six months.” he says incredulously, showing you the screen when Wrecker refuses to put you down still.

 APPROVED FOR: SIXTH MONTHS 

REASON: CAMARADERIE

Wrecker in particular whoops loudest of all, everyone delighted that you weren't going anywhere any time soon. Caught up in the euphoria of the moment, just as someone suggests that you all go get some real karking food to celebrate while you have a brief reprieve before your next assignment as a squad, you take advantage of your proximity to Wrecker and kiss him before you completely consider what you're doing. Laughing when the two of you pull apart, Wrecker gives you a slightly befuddled look and asks, "Heh, what was that for, mesh'la?" 

You start to apologize, saying things like you should have asked and you’ve been wanting to kiss him for a while now, but you just weren’t thinking, much like now as you continue to ramble on apologizing. “I- I’m sorry, I guess I just got carried away.”

“Hey,” Wrecker chuckles, finally setting you on your feet, “S’okay. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while, too. But uh, I didn’t want to cross any boundaries, so I tried to keep it professional. But… if you-” Crosshair scoffs, softly nudging your elbow as he brushes past the pair of you. You know by the wry smile, he’s teasing both of you, not just his brother. “He’s been secretly practicing his confession for the past twelve standard hours and it’s not gonna get any smoother than this. If you just say “kark the professionalism” you can spare us all from more embarrassment.”

Most everyone can only laugh to themselves. “Aww, don’t you worry Cross,” Wrecker tells him, you and Wrecker sharing a look that says y’know what, he’s right, kark the professionalism already, “she’ll make sure to get all the blue paint off your armor later.” 

Cross only rolls his eyes at that. But under his breath, as everyone steps into the din of the mess hall, it sounds like he’s asking Hunter if he has to pay up if it was exactly twelve standard hours from the time he thought you and Wrecker were finally going to move beyond this “little mutual crush” stage. 

(Yes. He does, it turns out.)

Frost's Note: Merkitty, I gotta admit, I totally thought of your OC Ohno during that wet-paint-and-hug scene at first. 😅 Once again, I hope you enjoyed my interpretation of your request! 🩷

[Masterlist] [Requests: OPEN]

[wizardofrozz]

Hardcase x fem!reader, Jesse, Fives, Kix, Captain Rex, Commander Cody, and Anakin Skywalker

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: none

A/N: The reader’s job at the Temple is similar to an airfield operator. So basically the person in charge of moving ships around the hangar so it’s not mayhem.

Hardcase bounced his leg in time with the ringing of his com, glancing up when Jesse laughed across the room. Torrent’s barracks were mostly empty aside from Jesse and Tup, giving him a tiny bit of privacy. The call finally connected and Hardcase straightened, smiling like an idiot when your flickering outline came into view. 

         “Hey! Sorry, I was putting a few things away and didn’t hear my com,” you rushed out but the apology fell on deaf ears. Somehow, your beauty still stunned him every time without fail. 

         “That’s okay,” he managed to force out, his eyes dancing around your features. He’d never get sick of seeing your smiling face. “I have a bit of downtime and wanted to see your pretty face.”

         “Is that so?” you chuckled, arching a brow.

         “‘Course, cyar’ika, you brighten my day,” Hardcase cooed. It came out a bit teasing but he meant it with every fiber of his being. Your eyes narrowed, skepticism written all over your face.

         “I swear ‘Case, if you did some crazy shit again and broke another bone -”

         “I didn’t!” he cried immediately, waving off Jesse when he glanced over.

         “Then what did you do?” you pressed.

         “Nothing! Why do you always think I did something?” As soon as it was out of his mouth he flinched; he did have a habit of getting himself into trouble. 

         “Hm, I wonder,” you deadpanned.

         “I’ve been on my best behavior,” Hardcase swore with a hand over his heart. Your suspicion didn’t wane but you nodded, relaxing back in your chair. “So, what did you do today?”

         “Oh, well that’s why it took me so long to answer,” you replied, leaning down to dig through something out of sight. “I went to get dinner and go shopping with mum.”

         “Get anything interesting?” he asked, crawling farther into his bunk to get comfortable.

         “Mm, not really. Just one thing I wanted to show you,” you replied, still searching. “Ah!” You grinned as you held up the sweater, draping it over your upper body. He couldn’t tell what color it was through the hologram but the snowflakes were easy to notice. 

         “A Life Day sweater?”

         “I thought it was cute,” you laughed, turning it around to look at it. “And, it’s blue and white for my favorite boys.” Hardcase smiled, huffing out a quiet laugh. He did love seeing you in 501st blue and you were well aware. 

         “Send me a picture later,” he proposed. It was honestly meant as an innocent request but warmth started to pool in his stomach when a flirty little smile lifted the corner of your mouth.

         “Gettin’ lonely, pretty boy?” you purred, tilting your head.

         “That was not what I meant,” Hardcase insisted, glancing away, “but I won’t look a gift orbak in the mouth.” Your laughter was light and warm, a sound he’d found himself missing after being surrounded by only droids and his brothers. 

         “I guess it’ll be a surprise then,” you chuckled, folding your arms and resting your chin on them. 

         “Fine by me, cyare,” Hardcase sighed happily, studying your blue-tinted features. 

         “Now tell me how you’ve been, honey.”

It took Fives and Jesse jumping into his bunk to pull him away from you but it was getting late on Coruscant and he didn’t want to keep you up. Hardcase let his brothers drag him out of the barracks to do who knows what; he hoped it revolved around getting something to eat. Fives and Jesse were on his left side, having a loud conversation that Hardcase hadn’t been paying attention to when his datapad pinged. He dropped back a step when your com frequency blinked back at him; he was not going to share the picture he was expecting with his brothers. 

Hardcase could tell there were two images in the message, the first one was an innocent picture of you in your new sweater and he let out a quiet sigh of relief. He jumped when an arm settled around his shoulder, catching a glimpse of Fives’ face out of the corner of his eye. Hardcase had never been more thankful that he hadn’t scrolled down.

         “I swear, she gets prettier every time I see her,” Fives purred, jostling him. Hardcase shoved him away, exiting the message before Fives got nosy; his brother laughed, shooting him a shit-eating grin. Jesse arched a brow from the mess hall door, falling in step with his brothers as they made their way to their regular table where Kix and Rex were sitting already. 

         “Hey, boys,” Rex greeted, barely glancing up from his datapad. The three newly arrived troopers greeted him with a chorused “captain” as they crowded around the table. “I guess I can give you the new orders while you’re here.”

         “New orders?” Jesse wondered, resting his arms on the table.

         “We’re returning to Coruscant. General Skywalker has some kind of senate business to handle so we get a few days of shore leave,” Rex said, finally setting his datapad down. Hardcase tried not to look excited, but Rex's faint head shake meant he’d failed to contain his smile. Could his captain really blame him for being excited to see you?

His brothers continued to talk back and forth but Hardcase’s thoughts were already drifting down another road. And the pictures you sent him gave him an idea. 

The Jedi temple hangar was buzzing with activity. Jedi and clones hurried around as you tried to rearrange the ships that were docked to make room for incoming ships amidst the chaos. You got a thumbs-up from Manny, the clone currently moving a Jedi starfighter as he retracted the landing gears. The ping from your datapad drew your attention and you glanced around to make sure no one was watching before opening the message from Hardcase. Apparently, he had a lot of time to waste since he had been sending you messages most of the day.

Did you get a chance to wear your new sweater yet?

The message had you raising a brow but you quickly typed back that you hadn’t had the chance yet but that you planned on wearing it to the Life Day party at the Temple later. Working for the Jedi wasn’t something you had ever imagined you’d be doing but you enjoyed it. They included any of the non-Force users in the few celebrations they had every year and it didn’t feel like you or any of your co-workers were lesser. You felt appreciated.

Your datapad pinged again but you were forced to ignore it when air traffic called in that there was a badly damaged shuttle coming in. Hardcase would have to wait. 

One of the downsides to Coruscant was the weather-controlled climate. It didn’t snow often so walking into the Jedi temple’s courtyard felt a little odd. Life Day decorations covered every visible spot and soft music filled the space but the bright sunlight felt a little out of place. Jedi knights, padawans, temple workers, and clones milled around the courtyard mingling and it almost felt normal. Even though the infantry clones were still in full armor because the war didn’t care about the holidays, the air felt lighter, happier than you remembered. Although, you couldn’t ignore the wave of longing that washed over you. Hardcase hadn’t mentioned shore leave which meant there was no chance he’d be on-world and you tried not to let the thought bring your mood down. 

However, catching a glimpse of Commander Cody didn’t help.

         “Commander,” you greeted when he looked up. You knew most of the clone commanding officers to some degree, being that they were the ones that usually accompanied their generals to the temple. 

         “Hey,” Cody hummed with a half-smile. “They let you out of the hangar for once.”

         “I do have a life you know,” you huffed, shaking your head.

         “Oh I know,” Cody snorted, hiding it behind his drink, “Rex tells me about it.”

         “I wish I could say I was surprised but…well, have you met Hardcase?” Cody laughed quietly and it felt good to see the usually rigid commander loosen up a bit. Something akin to amusement danced in his eyes when he suddenly glanced down.

         “Nice sweater. Wonder who that’s for?”

         “Must be a coincidence,” you deadpanned, earning another pearl of laughter from Cody. You were just about to move on to the group of your coworkers you could see a few feet away when Cody’s eyes flickered over your head. His expression fell in shock before he squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head.

         “He’s an idiot,” Cody mumbled, meeting your gaze again. 

         “What -?” You twisted around to find what he was talking about, your own disbelief cutting the question short. General Skywalker was the first person you recognized but Rex’s iconic blonde hair was hard to miss. Your heart stuttered in your chest, eyes immediately searching the small group of soldiers making their way into the courtyard. They were almost directly in front of you by the time you managed to get your pounding heart under control. 

General Skywalker’s knowing smile made your face feel too warm.

         “You look surprised to see us,” he noted, crossing his arms.

         “I - I didn’t know the 501st was back,” you managed to spit out, using every ounce of willpower not to look for the one person you were desperate to see.

         “Now that I think about it, I’m not surprised,” Skywalker laughed, glancing at the captain standing beside him. Rex looked exhausted and you had a sinking feeling it had something to do with a certain brother. 

         “He’s your problem for a few days,” Rex grumbled before making a beeline toward where Cody was still standing. Skywalker chuckled again as he patted your shoulder and moved around you. And that’s when you saw him. 

         “Oh dear,” you breathed. Hardcase was bouncing impatiently a few feet away as he talked with Jesse. The urge to sprint to him was barely curbed by the staggering shock freezing you in place. Your eyes trailed down from his face, darting around the familiar white shapes painted on his completely blue breastplate. You didn’t need to look down at your own outfit to know it would match. 

Hardcase glanced toward you and his entire face lit up with a smile, apparently ignoring the stunned expression on your face that Jesse was laughing at. He quickly closed the few feet to stand before you, oozing pride. 

         “You alive, cyar’ika?” he teased, drawing your eyes up to meet his.

         “We match,” you blurted needlessly, blinking a few times. Hardcase’s smile was nearly blinding as he rested a hand on his chest and you finally move a bit closer, still leaving an acceptable distance while you were still in public. 

         “So you like it?” he asked, his voice pitching up in uncertainty. You reached forward to rest your hand on his, smiling up at him; tears collected in your eyes at the rush of reliefshockhappiness knotting in your chest. 

         “I love it, Hardcase,” you assured, your stomach swooping when he ducked his head. “And I love you.” Hardcase’s eyes flickered around the crowd standing a fair distance behind you and ducked down to steal a quick kiss.

         “I love you too,” he whispered. You felt ready to burst, overwhelmed with a dizzy kind of joy that came with knowing Hardcase was home and you dropped your eyes back to his breastplate. It took a second for the question to form in your mind before you found his eyes again, your brows furrowed.

         “Why didn’t you just see about buying a matching sweater?” you wondered. Hardcase’s face fell as he thought about your suggestion only to turn his face away with a bashful smile. “You didn’t think of it, did you?”

         “I didn’t think of it,” he agreed. And Maker, you never wanted to kiss him more. 

         “Well, I like this better anyway,” you laughed, squeezing his hand that you were still holding. Hardcase tilted his head down to study the design he’d obviously worked hard on with a proud grin. 

Rex would probably make him scrub it off later, regulations and all, but you could savor the thoughtful gesture while you had the chance. At least holopics lasted forever. 

25 days of Life Day Masterlist

Taglist: @sleepingsun501​ 

[vodika-vibes]

Shades Of Grey

Summary: All things considered, this is probably the best possible ending to the Clone Wars. Still, becoming the Emperor’s right hand was not anywhere in your plans for the future. At least the new Emperor is someone you can work with. After all, he’s Hunter.

Pairing: TBB Hunter x F!Reader

Word Count: 1975

Warnings: None

Prompt: Hunter is named Emperor after Palpatine's dies.

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly @clonethirstingisreal

A/N: So this idea was born of me misreading something that @kimiheartblade said, and a whole idea was born of it. The relationship between Hunter and the reader is more hinted at than anything else. Anyway, I hope you all like it!

Your gaze slides from one monitor to the next, scanning the gathered audience through the cameras with comfortable ease. Sure, the room might be filled with a bunch of clones, and make no mistake, you trust that Commander Cody wouldn’t allow a threat into the room.

But it’s always good to have someone with the force check the vibes of the room before you allow the Emperor into the room.

Speaking of which—

You turn away from the monitors to focus your attention on the man standing near the armor stand on the other side of the room, “I don’t suppose I can convince you to not wear armor, Hunter?”

He turns his head towards you and shoots you a look, “Absolutely not.”

You sigh and hold your hands out to the side, “If you expect the people to be okay with a Clone Emperor, you have to at least make an effort.”

“I never wanted to be Emperor,” Hunter grumbles as he turns away from you and continues strapping his armor on, “I was perfectly content serving under you, General.”

“You should have thought of that when Commander Cody came to you,”

He stops and turns to glare at you, “Give me a break, how was I supposed to know that everyone else was going to turn down the position?”

“Uh, I could have told you.” You counter with a lazy grin as you gaze at the man who had once been your Sergeant. 

“You wanna switch roles?”

“Not for all of the Credits on Coruscant.” You cross the room to him and pull his chest plate from the mannequin before turning and pressing it against his chest, “Hunter, you’re going to be great.”

“You have to say that, you’re my,” He pauses as he thinks of the right word, “...Enforcer doesn’t feel right.” Hunter finally mutters, “Bodyguard? Right hand?”

“Let’s go with Right Hand, hm?” You grab his back piece and start strapping both pieces to his chest with familiar ease, “Can I at least talk you into wearing a cape?”

“I’m not a Jedi, General. I’m not comfortable—”

“You have to get comfortable, Hunter. You’re not a soldier anymore. You’re a politician now.”

He makes a face and you laugh.

“It’s not going to be that bad.”

“You say that, but my idea of diplomacy used to be flinging a food tray at my older brothers' heads,” Hunter says. He reaches out and takes your hands, “I don’t know if I can do this, General.”

You flip your hands and thread your fingers with his, “Yes, you can.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you have a council made of of people who lived their entire lives doing politics,” You reply.

“I do?”

“Yup. Your council is made of Obi-Wan Kenobi, Bail Organa, and a few other people, Jedi and Politicians all of them.” You release his hand and reach up to brush a strand of hair off his cheek, “Look, the Senate voted for the creation of the Empire, now we have to figure out how to make it work.”

“Yeah, expect they thought that their Empire would be run by Palpatine, not a clueless clone.”

“Well, then Palpatine shouldn’t have died.”

“He was killed,” Hunter corrects, amused, “Violently.”

“Sounds like a skill issue.”

“Weren’t you nicer?”

“The Jedi are a gentle people, Hunter. We never should have been sent to war,” You pause, “Plus, it’s hard to be sympathetic towards someone who was planning on massacring my people.”

He flashes a small grin at you as you finish helping him strap on his armor, though the grin fades when you clip the black and red cape to his shoulder guards, “Really?”

“Really.”

He huffs out a heavy breath, “I hate it.”

“I know you do.”

“Can we compromise with a bandana?” Hunter asks hopefully.

“You, mister, are lucky I’m letting you get away with the bandana holding your hair back,” You warn as you set your hands on your hips, “Capes are regal. Bandanas are so far removed from regal they might as well be in a different universe.”

“I thought I was supposed to be running things?”

“Ha! You keep thinking that, Your Lordship.” You take a step back and fold your arms as you look over him, and then you nod once, “Alright. Crosshair and the rest of the snipers have taken up their positions. Tech is working with a couple of other technologically gifted brothers to make sure that our electronics are secure, and Echo is working with his brothers from the 501st on building security.”

“Where’s Wrecker?”

“I gave him to Commander Colt, he and a couple of ARCs are patrolling the room.”

“ARCs?”

“Well, Alphas, really.”

Hunter shoots you a look.

“What? I decided to put the most physically intimidating men in the room for a reason.” You defend, “This is your first public appearance, and this trial is huge. We can’t risk anything going wrong.”

“Okay, okay. What else?”

“Um…Right, Marshal Commander Fox and the rest of the Corries are running backgrounds on all of the people, and they’re working with the Wolfpack to make sure no one with strong anti-clone sentiments gains access to the trial itself.” You list, ticking topics off your fingers, “I put Marshal Commander Neyo and Commander Bacara and their Battalions in charge of the journalists—”

Hunter chokes on a laugh, “Cruel, angel.”

“Yeah, well…have you read some of the stuff they’ve said about Jedi recently? They’re lucky I didn’t give them to Alpha-17.” You fold your arms, “Oh, and speaking of Alpha-17, he’s running this whole thing with Commander Cody.”

Hunter nods and absently adjusts his vambraces, “What about Jedi?”

“Well, I’m going to be standing just behind you. Master Windu will be patrolling the room with Master Koon. Knight Secura is working with her Batallion on security outside. There are a couple of Shadows lurking in the audience. But most of the Jedi are working on moving the temple, the kids and the cadets, to a safer location.”

Hunter nods again, “Good. What about General Kenobi?”

“At the temple with Master Yoda and Master Mundi. It was determined that it would be better for him to not be here.” You reply immediately, “He’ll get the highlights from Quinlan Vos at the end of the trial.”

“Right, probably for the best.”

You nod your agreement, and say nothing for a moment, “Are you ready?”

Hunter exhales shakily, “Walk me through today?”

You smile reassuringly, “Today is the opening statement for the trial of Anakin Skywalker—”

“—he’s been accused of war crimes, correct?”

“That’s right. War Crimes, child endangerment, attempted murder, and 20 counts of premeditated murder.”

Hunter glances at you, surprise on his face, “That last one is new.”

You make a face, “Honestly, it’s only connected to this trial because the war, technically, started just before the massacre. He was given the chance to have separate trials, but he refused them.” You shrug, “He thinks he’s going to get away with it.”

“Well, the trial will expose everything,” Hunter murmurs as he adjusts his armor one more time, and then drops his hands, “Alright. I think I’m ready.”

You favor him with a warm smile, “You’re going to be great, Hunter.”

“Yeah? You might be the only one who thinks that.”

You shake your head, “Come on. Do you think Cody would have made you the offer if he thought that you weren’t capable?”

“He would be better in this position,” Hunter says, “But since he doesn’t want it, I guess I’ll just have to do the best I can.”

“That’s the spirit!”

Hunter stares at himself in the mirror for a moment, and then he sighs and reaches up to tug the bandana off before he pulls his hair into a messy knot at the back of his head. 

He holds the bandana in a clutched hand, and you tilt your head to the side as you watch him watch himself. “Hunter?”

“You said bandanas aren’t regal,” He says as his grip tightens around the cloth in his hand.

You gaze at him, thoughtfully, for a moment. And then you gently pull the cloth from his unresisting hand, before you reach up and tie it back around his head, “There. Perfect.”

He stares at you, “You said—”

“I’m not always right, Hunter. Besides, you don’t look like you without it,” You smile at him, “Now, you only need one more thing.”

A puzzled look crosses his face, “What? No? I have everything. My armor, my weapon, the cape—” He somehow managed to make the word sound like an oath, and you have to smother your laugh.

“I know, just one final touch.” Quickly, you pull your ribbon out of your hair, wrap it around his right vambrace, and tie it in a neat knot, “There. Perfect.”

He eyes the pale yellow ribbon, confused, and then focuses his attention back on you.

You flash a slightly mischievous smile, “Well, this is a kind of battle, right? And you’ve never gone into battle before without wearing my color—”

The confusion fades away, “You’re something of a sap, aren’t you General?”

“I perfect the term romantic, thank you.”

He reaches out and lightly brushes the backs of his fingers against your cheek, “We’re going to be okay, right?”

“Hunter, we’re going to be great. You’ll see.” You press your hand over his, “I have a good feeling.” You release his hand and pick up the helmet, to offer it to him, “Do you want it?”

Hunter looks at you, at the helmet, and then at himself in the mirror. And then a small smile crosses his face. He takes the helmet and sets it back on its stand, “Not this time, I think.”

There’s a knock on the door, “10 minutes until the trial starts, little brother!”

Hunter releases another shaky breath, and you watch him evenly, “Are you ready?”

He meets your gaze, “A kiss for luck?”

“You hardly need luck but,” You step closer and lightly brush your lips against his cheek, “if it makes you feel better.”

“That was not what I had in mind.”

“Oh, I know what you had in mind.” You counter, “You can get a proper kiss later. Now it’s time to make your grand appearance.” You walk across the room to grab your lightsaber and attach it to your belt, and then you head over to the door. “Time to put your game face on, Hunter.”

You watch as he rolls his shoulders and his neck, and then his expression shifts, sliding into a combat-ready mode that you are very familiar with. You wait until he’s coming towards you before you press the button to open the door, and you stand to the side to allow him into the hallway first.

This might not be what you planned for your life. You never expected to give up your mission load in favor of playing bodyguard for Hunter, but one of the hallmarks of being a Jedi is being adaptable. 

Perhaps, someday soon, the Empire will revert to a Republic.

Perhaps, soon, Hunter will no longer have to wear the mantle of Emperor for a galaxy that doesn’t even see him as a person.

But until that day happens, you will guard him and guide him to the best of your ability.

A small smile lifts your lips as the door to the senate floor opens and you follow Hunter to the platform in the middle of the room.

Anakin Skywalker sits covered in chains on a platform surrounded by clones with weapons. He explodes into a tirade the moment he sees Hunter, and you can see people’s opinions of him changing as he’s allowed to scream for several long minutes.

And your smile becomes triumphant.

Yes. Hunter is going to be great.

[soapsbaby]

Kinktober Day 12

Kinktober Prompt: Masks

Pairing: Rex x Reader

Word Count: 1,3k

Warnings: NSFW (18+ minors DNI), mask kink, PIV (unprotected), oral (m receiving)

You looked at the holo screen in the front of the room as you could suddenly feel Rex' hand slide up your thigh.

You had noticed that he wasn’t listening to the presentation from the very beginning. He kept shifting on his seat, his distracted behaviour made it almost impossible for you to concentrate either. And now here he was, his gloved hand tightened around your leg, slowly running up and down your thighs.

“What are you doing?”, you whispered. He leaned over to you. You and him were the only two people in the last row of chairs. You stuck out, as the only person not wearing clone armor. It wasn't needed, since you were just a medic.

“What if we just go into one of the utility rooms?” “And do what?” He sighed, his voice slightly distorted through the helmet. “You know exactly what.” “Captain, I can’t believe you would suggest such a scandalous thing.” He groaned, you could hear just from his voice that he was rolling his eyes at you.

Luckily Cody was speaking loud enough in the front that none of the other clones could hear your bickering.

“Come on, I can’t think straight anymore. I could fuck you right here, right now."

You sighed quietly. You felt the same way, you were just better at controlling yourself than he was. This was the first time you had seen him in weeks, he had been off on missions so much that you and him hadn’t been able to meet even once.

And now here you were, supposed to listen to some boring presentation about new safety strategies.

You didn’t answer Rex for a while, but the harder you tried to listen to Cody’s words, the more they blurred together into an incoherent mess and the more your thoughts drifted off to Rex.

His grip slightly tightened around your leg again. "What do you think, hm?"

"Let's go." He nodded.

"You go first. I'll join you in a moment." You nodded.

You stood up as quietly as you could to not draw any attention to you. Fortunately no heads turned as you walked out of the hall.

Rex knew where to find you, there was a little storage chamber almost right next to where the meeting was held, but it was behind a corner, hidden enough that no one would hear or see you.

You slipped into the room, closing the door behind you.

The little room was dimly lit by a naked bulb hanging from the ceiling.

You leaned against a shelf containing cleaning supplies, nervously waiting for Rex. You didn't want to think about the trouble you'd be in if anyone caught you.

Rex took his position very seriously. When you first met him he had barely looked at you to not let himself be distracted by work, but as your relationship grew he got more and more adventurous.

It wasn't the first time that you and him had gotten it on in whichever vacant room you could find.

You tried to keep him focussed on work, but sometimes neither of you could help yourself.

You flinched as the door was suddenly opened and Rex quickly slipped inside.

"We gotta be quick. I think Cody knows what's going on.", he said.

"Are you kidding? Of course he knows what's going on." "You think?" "For sure."

He wanted to take off his helmet but you grabbed his hands before he could do so.

"No. Keep it on." You could hear him chuckle under it.

He knew you had a thing for his uniform and he didn't mind entertaining it once in a while.

"Alright." He sat down on a big cardboard box, slightly leaned back and his legs spread.

"Do your magic then." You grinned as you dropped to your knees in front of him, hands on his belt, releasing it and with it his codpiece.

It dropped to the floor with a clunking noise.

He hadn't lied. His codpiece had hidden it quite well but he was already fully hard, his erection pressing uncomfortably against his pants.

There was a shiver down your back as you realized that it was your doing that had put him in that situation.

"Look at you.", you said, running your hand over the bulge, he sighed softly.

You unzipped his pants, freeing his cock from the tight fabric, it practically sprung free.

He carefully ran his gloved fingers through your hair.

"I want you so badly.", he said quietly.

You hesitated for an answer, but decided to just lean in, taking the tip of his cock between your lips.

He let out a muffled moan as you slowly ran your lips down his shaft.

"You feel so fucking good."

You swirled your tongue around his tip as you pulled back again.

You looked up to him, imagining what he looked like under his helmet.

You knew that he liked looking at you when you sucked him off, only closing his eyes on occasion to gather his thoughts, trying not to cum too early.

And you usually loved watching him back, the way his lips were always slightly parted, the way his chest heaved.

But something about that helmet… You couldn't even put your finger on what it was, but you adored seeing him with it on.

"Sweetheart- D… Darling." He gently grabbed you by the chin, holding you in place. "Give me a second, yeah? I don't wanna come yet."

You hadn't even realized you had kept sucking him while you were lost in your thoughts, eyes fixated on the patterns on his helmet. You hesitated for a moment on what to do.

You stood up and slid down the panties you were wearing under your skirt.

He grabbed you by the waist as you sat down on his lap, putting a kiss onto the side of his helmet. The metal was cold against your lips, but you didn't mind.

He slipped off one of his gloves, his fingers made their way below your skirt, carefully feeling you, finding you already wet. It was almost embarrassing how much it excited you just to pleasure him.

"Fuck…" Another pleased noise escaped him as you started slowly pumping him with your hand, he was still slick with your spit.

“I want you inside of me.”, you whispered. You could hear him groan, grabbing his cock. “Then come here, baby.” You slowly lowered yourself onto his cock, it slid inside of you with ease. He sighed quietly, you felt him slightly throb inside of you.

“You feel so good.”, he muttered under his breath.

You had missed how he felt inside of you, that satisfying feeling of being filled by him. He had the perfect size for you, any bigger would have been uncomfortable but he was the exact size you needed. You started rocking your hips on him.

“Oh Baby.”, he moaned quietly, his head falling backwards against the shelves thast he was leaning on.

He had told you a while ago that any time he was on missions he held out for you, he never touched himself, so it had to have been weeks until he had released himself for the last time. No wonder he was desperate.

His hands slid under your shirt, the rough fabric of his glove almost scratching against your skin, on the contrast his ungloved hand was soft. His touch was almost like a massage.

He winced as you bounced yourself on him over and over again, almost sliding him all the way out of you before pushing back in until your laps met with a wet slapping noise.

“Sweetheart, I think I am getting close already.” “That’s okay.” His hands wandered behind your waist, then onto your ass. “But I wanna make you come too.” You crossed your arms behind his neck, you could read his body well enough to tell that he was on the edge.

“Don’t have to. We don’t have the time.” He barely got his words out between moans. “Really?”

“I promise.” “Once we get home tonight - oh fuck - I am eating you out and I’m not stopping until the sun comes up.” “Sounds like a deal.”

“Good.” He grabbed you by the ass and helped you slide up and down his cock. “I’m so- So close.”

His muscles tightened as he reached his orgasm, his hips bucking upwards to thrust inside you, silent moans escaping his lips as you mirrored his movements, working him inside you even deeper.

His peak was drawn out by you carefully rocking your hips on him again until he was whining in overstimulation.

You sat on his lap for a moment, both of you trying to catch your breaths.

His hands gently scratched up and down your back.

For a few moments there was just silence between the two of you until he raised his voice, still breathing heavily.

“We should probably go back, right?” “Yeah, probably should.”