#prompt: wookie

[theanoninyourinbox]

I Am In A Star Wars Art Mood

Help me pick an alien to draw!

[fictionalwench]

pookie u said ur requests r closed but im literally ur platonic soulmate (ur sleeping rn so i cant tell you to do this in person and i WILL forget it by the time you wake up)

but you sound totally, 100% make another texting thingy with the prompt ‘telling them you’re gonna get them pregnant.’ or calling them babygirl

also for anyone reading this don’t send in asks and be like me. my pookie is very stressed, i just get away with it because i’ve known her for like 10 years and we literally live together. pls be nice to my pookie wookie booboo bear while she makes her journey into being an author on tumblr TY MWAH

Calling JJK Men Babygirl/Telling Them You're Gonna Get Them Pregnant

Includes: Kento Nanami, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Ryomen Sukuna, Toji Fushiguro, Choso Kamo

(A/N: this is indeed my pookie wookie sugar booboo bear (my bestie). I couldn't NOT do this)

(P.S. Shoko absolutely took the pic of Gojo in this scenario (he made her))

Kento Nanami

Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Ryomen Sukuna

Toji Fushiguro

Choso Kamo

[arthenaa]

My pookie wookie bear please make the modern! Mizu x reader a series I beg 🙏just the thought of all the possibilities and domestic fluff has me foaming at the mouth. Your writing is literally Shakespeare to me😭

mizu as your roommate — mizu x f! reader

synopsis: you're not sure why and how people got the idea that you and mizu are dating but you're not. she's just your roommate.

context: prequel to blurred lines. pre-relationship. fluff. absolute fluff.

a/n: heyaaa guysss tysm for enjoying blurred lines and nocturne! ive already got an outline on how to continue the series. here's a little contribution to roommate!mizu hehe. prompt is highkey inspired by true events.

pre-roommate!mizu:

being roommates wasn't a decision that the two of you came to right away

it took quite a while and your relationship wasn't something that instantly clicked on the first try

to give you context, you and Mizu met at your freshman orientation afterparty

Mizu majored in industrial design while you studied (course) and was fortunate enough to be placed in the same sector as her

you knew no one and people closest to you were her and Ringo who majored in culinary.

you could tell that Mizu wasn't really into social interaction as much as you and Ringo did (at least on the same level).

although, she did reciprocate some type of conversing, some of it ultimately ended with her drifting away or tucked away into some corner.

you never really bonded with Mizu at first, finding her offhanded nature and cold reciprocation of your tries in interaction a bit too rude for your taste

and it wasn't like you saw her often around campus, your chances of interaction only relied on the fact that she lived in the same dormitory as you

it was around 2nd year, mid 1st semester that you overheard Mizu's problem with her roommate. She had personally reported it to your landlord when you had just returned from a walk break from reviewing for your midterms

apparently Mizu's roommate had been abusing the visitors rule in your dormitory and constantly brought their one night stands in their shared space which infuriated the blue eyed girl.

the landlord was tight on accomodations and so you had stepped in and brought up the opportunity to be roommates

it took some coercing and persuasion on your end as you wished to be on better terms with Mizu and also because well, she really had no other option

and so, on the second half and the rest of your stay (life maybe) in college, you became roommates with Mizu from ID122.

roommate!mizu

living with mizu was something you didn't expect to work so well

you were quite surprised by your shared dynamic, not ever having to deal with the fact that you had to adapt a huge gap between you and your roommate just to be able to coexist in one space

it surprisingly didn't take long for mizu to warm up to you

she was the epitome of a black cat—there are days she prefers silence and days she'd warm up to you with her gentle smiles

she's also pretty accommodating to you as her roommate

opting to go by where you're most comfortable with

she says that its because you've given her so much but she gives you too much credit

not with the way she acts around you

the domesticity that came along with you and mizu's natural chemistry in living together was something that just came

you suppose that mizu's constant gratefulness towards your accepting demeanor in providing her a home eventually led to this dynamic

the gal does housework with ease, has become a close confidant in just a matter of weeks, walks you to your classes when your schedules are aligned, and buys you food whenever you're feeling down

it isn't too long before the distance between the two of you gradually became closer

skinship became a common affair and while mizu's touches evoked a change of cogs in your relationship, the type of skinship that she shares with you is more of genuine appreciation or concern over your well-being

extending her hand as she assist you on going down the stairs, a hand on the small of your back when you're in a crowded place, running her hands mindlessly through your hair when you're having one of those movie nights, gently leaning your head to her shoulder when you're feeling quite sleepy during the commute to school

she also does the most simplest acts of service that often leaves you melting and warming at the thought

placing your favorite food on your plate when you're eating out, having late night drive outs just to clear your mind or hang out, getting you the most random trinkets and claim that she saw it on her way home from work or class and bought it out of impulse bc it reminded her of you

she always either has to be within a meter of your presence or a part of her skin touching against hers

and she isn't the type to be clingy, it just brings her some sort of comfort that you're within her line of vision

it was pretty much safe to say that mizu was your best friend and someone you held pretty close to your heart

your friend group with akemi and taigen came about during the 3rd semester of your 2nd year.

The three of you were placed in one group during a gen-ed class that all students of your college had to take

You were quite surprised to see mizu's hostility towards taigen after he had tried jokingly flirt with you

akemi was the one who apprehended him though

with mizu and taigen's weird rivalry and akemi's naturally captivating personality, soon enough the five of you became close friends

mizu often tells you her regret of letting taigen stick around and that it's causing her headaches from all the pain of having to see his face

most of their fights as well rooted from the fact taigen finds you cute and mizu does not like that

not when there's a weird relationship between him and akemi

you asked akemi once about it and how it doesn't bother her the slightest

she just gave you a smirk and rolled her eyes, "Taigen's a boy, Y/N. I'll never settle for that."

you think she's kinda cool

anyways, the suspicions started during one of the school events that your college was hosting

it was a battle of the bands event and really was a chill night for students to hang out and vibe to music

your previous roommate was performing and so you wanted to show your respect

taigen is a party person, ringo's good for anything, and akemi's part of the event core that's handling the flow of the event

mizu tags along bc she has nothing better to do but we all know she goes anyway bc you're going

anyways, you guys are seated at the front vibing and what not

due to the naturally loud acoustics of the place, mizu has to be leaning close to you to hear you while you're gushing about the performance of the bands

she sits close to you, chair and body angled to your direction while her head is leaned close to you. She smiles softly and replies with a gentle tone of her voice to your musings and taigen can't help but notice your dynamic

He sees you clinging to her arm, hand gently patting the top part of mizu's hand to the beat of the song that rests peacefully on your knee. if anyone saw the two of you right now, people would immediately assume that the two of you were dating and well, while the you were all in a friend group, taigen really hasn't gotten to know the two of you beyond your present selves and so he asks the closest person that got to know them before him and akemi did

"Hey Ringo," Taigen asks as he leans towards the tall man seated on his right—his eyes still trained on the duo absorbed in their own world. "Are they—?"

Ringo glances at the two of you before looking back at Taigen then shrugging with a smile.

Somehow that was the precedent to the on going inside joke within your group

After that night, you often find yourselves in random situations wherein people would be curious what the relationship between the of you is

it was a shock at first and you felt like all these questions were definitely something that these people considered but eventually arose due to Taigen's very loud mouth

the guy had tons of friend groups, blame him.

(Mizu almost decked him if you and Ringo weren't there to stop him)

while the predicament was certainly awkward, your relationship with mizu didn't really falter bc of it

it kind of grew stronger??? for some reason

you think its because you find it amusing when ppl are kind of 'oh wow now I get it' and mizu's nonchalant reaction to it unless they were really being very adamant in getting to know the details

you've since grown to get used to the comments and didn't really bother the jokes casted by akemi and taigen towards the two of you

akemi once joked to mizu if it was okay that she'd steal you from her and mizu just gives her a once over before chuckling at her joke.

you're not sure why her response was like that and eventually curiosity got ahead of you

you asked her about it after akemi had gone to order a set of macarons for her roommate, leaving the two of you alone at your booth

mizu only leans forward across the table and pinches your noise. you let a noise of annoyance before the raven-haired girl chuckles at your reaction.

"She can't." Mizu peers at you from under her lashes. She crosses her arms over her chest, eyes trained on you with an unreadable look in her eyes. There's some sort of confidence with the way that she carries herself. "I would know."

the jokes ranged from ringo calling you mom and dad, taigen cringing at your natural domesticity when they all came over at your dorm, akemi trying to get a rise out of mizu by coddling you

the jokes also came from the two of you

it was just fun getting a rise out of the people around you who were constantly rooting for the two of you to get together

you always joked that the moment you and mizu would be together would be a monumental achievement not to the two of you but to taigen and akemi's constant meddling

you teased mizu with endearments and the gal would only roll her eyes

eventually, that prompted the two of you to call each other bon or bonnie as an endearment. you claim its only for fun but akemi's giving you that side eye that tells a lot of things.

overall, mizu's just a wonderful roommate and someone that you could find a safe space in and be able to fully trust in. her character and personality speaks of direct truth and genuineness that allows you to fully warm and soften around her

so it really wasn't a surprise to you when you've realized that you've fallen in love with her

her existence, the way she talks, listens to you with her undivided attention, her accommodating nature, love for silence, and those eyes that always seem to find its way back to yours

even though your relationship wasn't something that was established until recently

you knew that she was yours as much as you were hers.

a/n: wahhh setting series off mwehehehe, feeling a bit productive tonight after finals so im multitasking comms and mizu requests! expect another one shortly maybe if im feeling it hehe

[jennaispunk]

Like the Rain

Summary: Frankie has something to say....will you listen?

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Word count:2.9k

Rating: M

Warnings/Tags: fluff, spice (I won't call it smut. I will leave the smut to all you wonderful people who write it so much better than I ever could), oral (f receiving), unprotected PIV (wrap it up), unresolved feelings, idiots in love, maybe a hint of angst. This is slightly AU: Frankie has a baby but the lady is long gone. Reader has hair long enough to stick to her face and is shorter than Frankie but no other physical description is given. Yes, I gave my darling Francisco a middle name (sorry not sorry). If I forgot anything please let me know.

A/N: This fic was supposed to be for @guiltyasdave 1.5k follower celebration but life (among other things) got in the way and it took me forever to finish this (I'm so sorry Jana!). My prompt was Frankie and kisses in the rain. This fic put me through the ringer and I hope y'all enjoy it.

Thank you: @fallingforthearch for listening to me scream and cry about this fic. @sawymredfox for being my sounding board and calming my fears about certain parts of this fic ILY bestie!!!. @pascalispretty for looking over the final product for me.

dividers by @saradika-graphics

Frankie drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of his truck, beating out an uneven rhythm matching his impatience. He’d been parked outside your house for the last thirty minutes, waiting for you to get home from work. He knew he shouldn’t be here; you’d all but asked him for space, but he couldn’t do that. The last three days had been torture, not being able to talk to you or touch you. He should have just gone straight home after work, showered, and thought this through. His heart had won out over his mind in the end, and now he waited.

The radio weather report droned on in the background, warning of the thunderstorms entering the area. The dark grey clouds looming in the distance matched his mood. He’d been so stupid. He should have just been honest about how he felt, and this wouldn’t be happening right now. Instead, he’d let his fear of not being good enough for you win out over how much he loved you.  

Thunder rolled softly in the distance, almost like a deep laughter mocking him.  Would you even talk to him? Would you even let him tell you how incredibly sorry he was for hurting you? His stomach flipped as your car finally pulled into your driveway. He closed his eyes for a moment, gathering the courage to face you and speak his truth. 

Today had been a long day for you and you didn’t even notice Frankie’s truck parked in the road in front of your house. Your eyes flicked skyward as the shadow of the clouds crossed over you. It had been hot and dry for weeks, with barely a cloud to mar the brilliant blue of the Florida skies. The precipitation was long overdue. Even with your diligent watering, the lawn was taking on the hue of a sickly Victorian child, and the sparse vegetation lining the front of your little home was left looking a little pitiful. You took a deep breath, taking the sweet, pungent aroma into your lungs. All you wanted was to shower, curl up on the couch, and lose yourself in wine and a good book while the storms washed away your pain.

You hadn’t meant to confess your love like you did. It wasn’t supposed to be blurted out in the heat of the moment. You’d wanted to wait for the perfect time, for the moment when everything was just right. But your mouth got ahead of your brain, and before you knew it, the words ‘I love you’ slipped from your lips, and everything changed. 

You couldn’t forget the look on his face when you uttered those three little words. It was like the entire world had stopped spinning on its axis. You couldn’t stop thinking about the way he looked at you, dumbfounded, mouth slightly agape like you were speaking Wookie. Your heart sank like a stone to the bottom of a lake.  Tears pricked at your eyes like a thousand tiny needles, and you ran from his apartment before he could see them fall. 

You thought he felt the same way about you, but he didn't say it back. It hurt worse than anything you’d ever felt, and you couldn’t get away fast enough. You’d spend the last few days wondering what you’d done wrong, how you’d misread everything.

“Hey!” Frankie called out as he jogged up the path.

You stopped in your tracks at the sound of his voice. It was the last one you expected to hear. You take a deep breath before turning around to face him. 

“What are you doing here, Frankie?” You ask flatly but the break in your voice gives you away.

He swallowed hard, his brown puppy dog eyes staring back at you. His lips twitch in that familiar way; the way they always do when he was working up the nerve to say something or when he was really concentrating, and your heart fluttered in your chest.

“I….I was hoping we could talk…. about the other night.”

 You scoffed lightly. That’s all you’ve thought about since it happened. That scene replayed in your head on an endless loop like a song stuck on repeat.

Your teeth ground together; the muscles of your jaw strained with the effort. “I’m not sure what else there is to say about it…. I told you that I loved you, and you couldn’t say it back. I think that says it all.”

Tears start to sting at your eyes, and you quickly turned away. The last thing you need right now is for him to see you cry. 

“Junebug, please.” 

He felt like he’d been kicked in the gut. Watching you hide your tears from him broke his heart. He’d sworn he would never make you cry, and here he was doing it once again.

“Say what you need to say, Frankie.”

 You kept your back to him. You couldn’t bear to look at him. Your teeth clamp down on the inside of your cheek.

“Can you at least look at me?” He pleaded. He needed you to listen, to let him tell you why he did what he did.

That moment was permanently seared into his brain. He would never forget the way your face fell when he didn’t respond to you. He wanted to say it back. God, he wanted to say it more than anything. He even practiced how he would say those words to you at the perfect moment in his bathroom mirror.

 You were the best thing that ever happened to him. He was at his lowest when you met. You were like a ray of sunshine when all he saw were dark clouds. You’d made him feel good again, like he wasn’t a failure. But he couldn’t make himself say it. He was shocked into silence because he didn’t think that you were there yet, and your sudden confession had caught him off guard. All those fears of being a failure had stolen his voice and he watched you run out of his life. He’d been a mess ever since. 

You hugged yourself tightly and reluctantly turned around. Your eyes glanced up at the sky, watching the mass of grey clouds inching ever closer.

Frankie lifted his hat and dragged his hand through his hair. His chest rose and fell in an uneven pattern, and he licked his lips. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. He had to get the words out.

“I’m sorry about what happened.” He told you. “I never meant to hurt you; I swear. That’s the last thing I ever wanted to do.”

“Well, you did!”

The tears you were trying so hard to hold inside were threatening to fall and you swallowed hard, clamping your eyes closed.

Frankie’s hand jutted out to grab yours, but he stopped just short of touching you. Maybe now wasn’t the best time. He sighed heavily and pushed his cap up, smoothing his hair before replacing it. The pained look in his eyes said it all. He knew he was an idiot. He just couldn’t say what you needed to hear.

“Babe…. I’m sorry I couldn’t say the words. I was scared.”

Your eyes snapped open. The crease between your brows deepening.

“Scared….” You asked softly. “Scared of what?”

The toe of his work boot scuffed the cement sidewalk as the thunder rumbled in the distance. His eyes darkened as his past mistakes ran through his mind….. South America….the drugs…Marisa and his little girl. He’d messed up so many things in his life.

“I’m not good enough for you.” He murmured. “You deserve so much better than me.”

Your eyes went wide. That’s what this was all about? You knew about his past but hadn’t realized how deeply it affected him.  Now you could see how much he’d kept it inside.

“Francisco José Morales! How can you even to think that?”

Your lips pressed into a thin line as you studied him.

“You are the best man I know. You’re sweet and kind. You treat me like a princess. How could I possibly do better than that?”

A crooked grin broke out on his face. Why was it that you always knew what to say? You always had a knack for bringing him out of his darkness.

Rain drops began falling, peppering the cement with little dark splotches. Goosebumps prickled your skin as the cool drops ran down your face.

“I love you….so damn much. I don’t want to fuck this up.”

 The ache in voice was palpable as the rain picked up steam, cold and wet as it soaked you both.

Without thinking, you closed the distance between you. Your body pressed against him, and you crushed your lips to his. You kissed him hard, with all the love you had. You needed him to understand that he was all you ever wanted…you couldn’t live your life without him.

He stood frozen for a moment.  That was the last thing he expected you to do. His shock was quickly forgotten as his body responded, and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer and kissing you back with equal intensity.

Your mouths mashed together, teeth clacking, both desperately trying to devour each other. His fingers tangled in your soaked hair, gripping it tightly and keeping your mouth pressed against his. 

You moaned into his mouth as his other hand grabbed a handful of your ass, pulling you tightly against the growing bulge in his khakis.

You were both oblivious to the rain pouring down on you, desperately groping and kissing each other like two horny teenagers in plain view of your neighbors.

The deafening crack of thunder combined with the bright flash of lightning was the only thing strong enough to separate you.

You both stared at each other, panting, the rain dripping off your lashes and the bill of Frankie’s ever present Standard Oil trucker hat.

“We…should go inside…” you murmured.

Frankie was on you once again when the door closed behind you. His soft tongue slid between your lips; his large hands worked at the buttons of your soaked blouse.

You grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him toward your bedroom. Your limbs tangled as you both fight to get the other’s wet clothing off, bumping into walls and bumping heads. 

Frankie tripped as he struggled to get his pants off. You giggled as he hopped on one leg and his shoulder banged into the hallway wall with a loud thud.

“You think that’s funny, Junebug? Just wait 'til I get you on that bed.”

You both fell into bed together, your wet hair soaking your sheets. Frankie descended on you, the weight of him pressing you firmly into the mattress.

He just stared down at you for a moment like he was trying to memorize your features. He smoothed the damp hair that had been stuck to your face as he lowered his face to yours, taking your lips in a slow, passionate kiss.

His mouth worked against yours slowly, his tongue parting your lips to let him in. His tongue filled your mouth with slow, languid thrusts.

His hands snaked down your naked body toward your panties and his mouth followed, leaving open mouthed kisses on your chin, down your neck and over the slope of your breasts. He stopped for a moment, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking and rolling his tongue around the sensitive nub until it became a stiffened peak. You arched your back into him as he lavished the same attention to your other nipple. The ache between your legs grew stronger and you felt the desire pooling there, soaking your panties.

A low chuckle escaped Frankie’s lips as his mouth continued to move lower, hooking his fingers into your panties and tugging them down to bare you to him completely.

“Hermosa.” His voice was hushed, floating to your ears like the sweetest song.

God, you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. To him, there wasn’t a more perfect creature in this world. His heart hammered in his chest as he wondered what he ever did to deserve you. You’d been by his side through everything. You’d seen him at his best and at his worst.

 His eyes trailed down the curve of your breasts, down to the apex of your thighs, to the treasure that awaited him there that was reserved for only him. He dipped his head between your thighs, and he ate you like a man savoring his last meal. There was no time for teasing today, he had to show you just how much he loved you.

A breathy moan escaped your mouth. His lips and tongue moved in tandem, a rhythm he’d perfected that would always drive you insane. Your fingers tangled in his damp, brown curls as Frankie’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs. A hungry growl from his lips made you buck your hips into him. His tongue swirled around your sensitive bundle of nerves until you cried out his name like a prayer and came on his tongue.

Those gorgeous mocha eyes peered up at you, a satisfied smirk on his lush lips covered in your slick. A trail of sloppy kisses led him back to your mouth, his arm hooking your leg over his elbow; damn near pressing your knee to your chest. You could taste yourself on his tongue and you moaned softly into his mouth, hooking your other leg around his waist.

You would never get tired of hearing the way he groaned softly as he slid his cock inside you. Your walls stretched for him, enveloping him with your warmth. No one could split you open like him.

Frankie pressed his forehead against yours as he found his rhythm. He could live here, inside you. It felt like your body was made just for him, like a key finding its lock.

His hips began to move faster, his thrusts more urgent as you both panted against each others' mouths. He would never get enough of you. The way you felt was like heaven to him, a heaven he didn’t feel like he deserved but he would never let you go again.

No one could ever make you feel as good as Frankie. He knew your body almost better than you did. The tension began to build in your stomach and your legs began to tremble. Frankie’s large hands gripped your shoulders, pulling you down onto him even further, making you mewl loudly and arch your back into him.

He knew exactly what this meant. You were close, and he was going to get you there. His thrusts became sloppier, but I less powerful, still hitting the spot that only he could reach.

“Come on, querida.” He pants, almost desperately. The bed creaked as he pounded into you.

  “Dámelo….dámelo…..please…one more…I want to watch you come.” His eyes are fixed on you, his pupils blown, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Whatever invisible force holding you together suddenly vanished, and you saw white. Your mind is only filled with one thing…him.  You clung to him as your walls fluttered around him, whimpering his name.  He followed you a few thrusts later and spilled into you with a strangled grunt.

Your eyes finally regained focus as you both came down from your high. He looked just as wrecked as you felt…his brown curls were a mess, and his lips parted as he panted.

He pulled you close as he rolled onto his back, resting your head on his chest.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

His voice was rough and breathless. A satisfied hum left your lips as his fingers gently caressed your arm. You knew you would be a little sore in the morning, but it was worth it to have him in your bed again.

“Yeah. I’m okay, baby.”

A comfortable silence filled the room as you listened to the sounds of your breathing mixed with the patter of rain against your bedroom window. Your eyes closed as the gentle thrum of Frankie’s heart pulsed against your cheek. This is what you always wanted. This is where you were meant to be. You were content to lay here forever…until you saw his soaked khakis in a heap in your bedroom doorway.

“I’ll be right back.” You disentangled yourself from his arms, but his hand flew out to stop you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” his brow arched, and a hint of a smirk tugged at his lips.

Your head swiveled around to look at him with a crooked grin.

“Our clothes are soaked. I was going to throw them in the dryer.”

His eyes went wide. He couldn’t believe you were worried about the clothes. You weren’t going to need them any time soon, not if he could help it.

“Don’t worry about the clothes, Junebug. They can wait.”

Of course, the clothes could wait. They weren’t important, but it wasn’t in your nature to not worry about the little things.

His chest tightened as you crawled back into his arms. The feeling of completeness washed over him like the rain pouring outside.

Maybe it was an omen that it finally started to rain after all these weeks of drought. Maybe the rain was the universe’s way of washing away the hurt and past mistakes, making way for growth and a new beginning for you both. This was a chance to begin again, and he was going to spend every day making sure he didn’t blow it. He was going to give you the life you deserved.

[sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast]

PROMPT NUMBER 1 WITH CHOSO 😭😭

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH CUTIE POOKIE WOOKIE PATOOTIE

-😝

"Don't fight your orgasm, just relax."

Content: mdni, fem!reader, fingering, first time orgasm (reader)

A/N: rare not sub Choso 🤭

Wc: 200+

“Shh shh, I got you.” Choso mumbled against your ear, slowly working his fingers in and out of you. Steadily building you up. “Cho, I feel funny…” your stomach twisted, muscles tensed as he worked you up. 

When Choso found out that, none of your previous boyfriends had ever made you cum. He made it his mission to be the first one. You weren't a virgin but rather, had some very selfish lovers. Choso didn't understand. What man wouldn't want to watch his girl come undone by him? Body writhing in pleasure as she chanted your name over and over. He licked his lips, thumb swirling over your clit as his fingertips prodded at the little bundle of nerves set deep inside you. 

“Cho…I…” your fingernails dug into his forearm, attempting to pull him away. It was too much. The build up, it was setting all your nerve-endings on fire. A thin layer of sweat covered your naked body as he continued. 

“I'm-I'm-” you choked on a moan, eyes rolling back as you clenched around his fingers. 

“Fuck,” he breathed. Eyes glued to the way your pussy clamped down around him..he couldn't imagine what that'd feel like around his dick. “Relax. Just feel it.” He cooed, swirling his thumb around your clit again, swollen with need as you finally felt it. The band of pleasure snapping as your slick covered his hand. 

“That's my girl.”

[vodika-vibes]

😌 idk if my first request for a fox x reader went through but i’ve been reading a lot (ofc whats new) and uh uh I found I really love fics with CX-2 (Clone Assassin) aND SO, to my favorite SW writer I ask;

How bout a soulmate au with CX-2 (?) Could be a bit of angst with a happy ending, and everyone is just wondering how reader could be with him after all the things he’s done (uh im getting sunshine!reader x grumpy character vibes)

dont have to write this! i just would love to see some more cx-2 fics after reading one just now lol also im down the rabbit hole again that its cx-2!tech whose been reconditioned, do what you feel is best but i just love that theory bc I’m a firm believer too that tech never died 😌

Protective

Summary: For a long time, your parents feared that you didn’t have a soulmate. Until, one morning, you woke up and found a wild dog curled up next to you on your bed. You named him Noir, and the people around you quickly learned that he was fiercely protective of you. However, after Noir kills an Imperial Officer after he threatens, you have no choice but to go on the run.

Pairing: CX-2 x F!Reader, background Tech x Phee

Word Count: 2799

Warnings: None

Prompt: Soulmate AU - soulmates have spirit animals representing each other.

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So I wasn't able to get the angst to work, largely because I wasn't in an angsty mood. Also, as much as I love the CX-2 being Tech idea, I had a different idea for this fic, so I hope you like it!

“What d’ya have there, Noir?” You ask as you return to the small hut that has been your home for the last three months and crouch in front of your oldest companion.

Noir’s tail wags rapidly as he nudges something in your direction.

You gently rub his head, then carefully pick up his offering, “Oh, it’s a fish. Did you find dinner for us, pal?”

Noir releases a happy yip, and you laugh softly, “Good job, Noir.” You stand and carry the fish over to the rough kitchen to divvy up the portions. Most of the fish will go to Noir, while you’ll prepare your portion with some seasoning that the Wookies traded with you.

Three months ago, Noir slaughtered an Imperial Officer who threatened your life. You’ve always known that he is fiercely protective of you, and you knew that there was a chance that he would kill again if you were threatened.

The first time it happened you had still been a child. Your uncle tried to kidnap you, and Noir reacted violently. 

That time, the authorities just nodded and said it made sense, that your uncle had bad intentions. Neither you, nor Noir, were punished for the death of your uncle.

The Empire is much less understanding.

You had no choice but to take Noir and flee from Coruscant.

The pair of you bounced from planet to planet for several months and then were offered a safe house on Kashyyyk, in the Shadowlands far below the treetop homes of the Wookie people.

It’s not easy.

You are, at your heart, a city girl. Hunting and survival skills do not come naturally to you. Luckily, you have Noir. He really is the greatest equalizer.

If not for him, you’d have died several times since you moved into the small hut.

The biggest downside to this whole situation is the knowledge that you’re not likely to ever meet your soul mate.

Well, unless your soulmate is a Wookie, you suppose.

Carefully, you fillet the fish on your cutting board and toss the large majority into Noir’s bowl, the rest is set in a bowl of marinade and shoved into the fridge. 

At least you have electricity. 

Sure, you don’t have a holo, but you do have a radio that allows you to keep up to date on the current events, and, much more importantly, listen to books while you fight to keep the Shadowlands from reclaiming the hut.

You’re about to flip the radio on, when Noir releases a low growl.

A growl low enough that your hair stands on end.

You turn your gaze to Noir and see that his ears are flat against his head and his teeth are bared. Spooked, you reach for your belt and grab your blaster, and then you nudge the door open.

Noir slinks out of the hut and, cautiously, you follow him.

The forest is silent. Eerily silent. 

You scan the forest around you, not that you expect to be able to see or hear anything. It’s enough that Noir is still growling as though he’s on the verge of attacking.

There’s a rustle in a bush, and you lift your blaster, only to lower it as a small, curious-looking creature ambles out. It’s red, black, and white, and you’d almost think it was a raccoon if not for the colors.

Noir is still growling like there’s a threat, but he’s ignoring the small creature, which is still ambling towards you. It stops at your feet and raises on its hind legs, and you crouch to get a better look at it.

When Noir first appeared in your bedroom all those years ago, no one was sure what kind of animal he was. Not even the zoologists at the local university were able to determine a species.

So you spent a lot of time as a child flipping through various animal encyclopedias. And, while you’d never claim that you had a perfect memory, this little creature does look familiar.

“You’re a Red Panda, aren’t you?” You murmur as you lightly stroke the soft fur on top of her head, “Your kind isn’t native to Kashyyyk, how did you get here?” What’s more is that she’s soft, as though someone’s been taking care of her, though based on the scarring around her ankles, she’s been chained up a lot. “Are you someone’s pet?”

The red panda climbs into your arms and promptly falls asleep, nuzzling her face into your neck. “Well, you’ve clearly been socialized. Maybe I can do something about the scarring.”

Your head snaps up as there’s more rustling and Noir’s growl lowers.

Five Stormtroopers stumble into the clearing, “There it is!” One of them says as he points at the Red Panda in your arms, “Get it!”

You stumble backward as they lift their blasters and Noir launches himself at the Stormtroopers. 

You’ve always known that Noir was quick. Quick and with a strong bite, but the last time you’ve seen him move this quickly was when you were a child. He manages to kill three of the Stormtroopers before they recognize that he’s a threat.

The fourth and fifth, however, turn their blasters on him.

And, for a moment, you think that you’re going to watch Noir die. 

You only think that for a moment, as another man emerges from the forest. He’s clad in black armor, much unlike the stark white armor of the Stormtroopers. And you watch as he uses a blade to kill one of the Stormtroopers from behind. 

You watch as he and Noir work in concert to kill the last of the Stormtroopers.

And then you watch as Noir jumps up on the man, his tail wagging faster than you’ve ever seen before. The armored man seems surprised at how friendly Noir is, and, to be honest, you are too.

He’s so friendly with the armored man, in fact, that you can’t help but think that Noir is the representation of said armored man.

“Noir,” You say, drawing the attention of both the wild dog and the armored man, “His name is Noir.”

It’s kind of hard to read him, seeing as he’s wearing a helmet, but you’re pretty sure that he’s staring at you. “Ka’ra.” He gestures to the red panda in your arms, “She’s been a prisoner her whole life.”

“That explains the scarring,” You walk over to him and pass him his spirit animal, a small smile crossing your face as Noir drops to his paws and bounces around you. “I have some medical stuff, to wrap her scars if you want.”

He’s quiet for a long time, and then nods once, “I’d appreciate that.”

You lead him into the hut, and motion for him to take a seat anywhere while you dig around for the first aid kit.

Once you find it, you set it on the table and open it to dig through what you have left. “You know, you don’t have to leave your helmet on.” You note lightly, “This is a pretty safe place.”

The man hesitates for a moment, then he nods once and reaches up to pull off his helmet. 

You’re genuinely surprised to see that he’s a clone. He looks like every other clone you’ve ever seen, dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin…though he does have some nasty scarring along the side of his face.

He’s handsome, you decide as you focus back on your medkit. He kind of looks like Noir, if you squint.

Though, now you have to wonder if you look like his Ka’ra.

“Ah, here we go!” You pull several rolls of bandages from the bottom of the kit and some scar powder. “If I remember correctly, this needs to be added to water, and then the bandages need to soak in it for a bit before we apply them—” You mumble under your breath as you flip the bottle and squint at the instructions.

“What’s your name?” The man asks.

You glance at him and introduce yourself absently, before you squint at the directions again, “What’s yours?”

“...CX-2.”

You pause, “Well, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve never actually met another person with a soul animal before.”

“It’s rare, then?”

“One of the rarest soul bonds.” You agree, “The only one that’s more rare is the teleportation one.” You stand to grab a clean bowl and fill it with water before placing it on the table.

“I have a brother with the teleportation soul bond. He vanished one day, never saw him again.” CX replies as he watches you.

“Well, there are a lot of you.” You reply as you add some of the powder to the water and stir it in.

He doesn’t answer for a moment, “What is a human doing on Kashyyyk?”

“Ah…well.” You pause, “Noir killed an Imperial Officer who threatened me.”

CX stares at you for a long time, and then his lips curl up into an amused smile, “Good.”

You shoot him a puzzled look.

“He’s as protective of you as I would be.”

“Yeah, well…he is representative of you, right?” You reply with a small shrug.

“I didn’t expect you to be so calm about it,” CX notes, “You do realize that I’m an assassin, right?”

You start unrolling a roll of bandages, “When I was about eleven years old,” You say quietly, “My uncle tried to kidnap me from my bedroom. Noir,” You nod at the wild dog who is gnawing on a bone, “ripped his throat out before he got me out of the living room.” You look at him, “Why should I be afraid of you?”

CX looks startled for a moment, and then a quiet laugh falls from his lips, “I suppose you have good reason to not be afraid.”

You shrug, “I would prefer it if you didn’t assassinate people anymore, but I’d also prefer to not live in a hut on Kashyyyk, so—” You shrug again, and finally drop the bandages into the water.

“What would you have me do instead?”

“Mm, you can join the Rebellion?”

“Ick.”

A laugh falls from you, “I mean when the Republic was still standing, I never had to worry about Republic Officers threatening me. Within a month of the Republic turning into an Empire, I was threatened by an Imperial Officer.”

“...I suppose that it fair.”

“I’m not going to make you do anything,” You say lightly, “We can stay here if you prefer.”

“We?”

“Well, I assume that you want to stay with me?”

CX gazes at you silently, “I want you safe. So staying does make the most sense.”

You meet his gaze evenly, “I’ll definitely be safer with you, compared to away from you.” You agree.

CX is silent for a long moment, “Mandalore.”

“Beg pardon?”

“There’s a group of former Commandos who have a compound on Mandalore. They’re housing clones and their families.” He explains, “We’ll be safe there.”

“How do you know that?”

“All of the Clones know it.” He says, “Well, save for Alpha Prime, I suppose.”

“How are we supposed to get there?” You ask with a tilt of your head.

“I have a ship.”

You grin at him, and then pull the bandages out of the water, “I think it’s a great idea.”

It takes three weeks for you and CX to get to Mandalore, and it takes even longer for CX to prove that he’s not an active threat to his brothers. You’re not able to help with that, but watching him interact with you does a lot to earn him some goodwill.

You like your new home, it’s not Coruscant, but there is plenty of room for Noir to run around and get spoiled, and he does get spoiled. Not quite as much as CX’s Ka’ra, but pretty close. 

Surprisingly, CX is somewhat clingy. When he’s in the same area as you, his arms are around you, or his hand is in yours. You kind of have the feeling that he’s a little touch starved, so you don’t mind it.

On this particular day, you’re lounging in the sun, watching Noir and Ka’ra play together, while CX is sparring with Ordo (only the Nulls aren’t hesitant about sparring with CX, which is sad, but understandable).

You enjoy watching him spar largely because he tends to spar shirtless.

You’re allowed to be a simple woman when it comes to your soulmate, right?

“Watching them again?” A familiar voice pulls you out of your musing, and you tilt your head back to look up at the familiar man approaching you. “You could join them.”

“Hardly, if Ordo so much as scratched me, both Noir and CX would rip him to shreds.” You pat the ground next to you, “Have a seat, Tech. No need to hover.”

“He still wishes to be called CX?” Tech asks as he sinks to the ground next to you.

“It’s his choice.” You reply easily, “How was your physical therapy?”

“Painful,” Tech replies, matter-of-factly, “However, my healer believes that I am getting to the point where I will no longer need to see them.”

“That’s something. Are you thinking of reaching out to your brothers? Or your soulmate?”

“I am…unsure.”

“Oh?”

“I died.” He says bluntly, wincing as CX manages to flip Ordo onto his back, “I died, and my soul bond is weaker than it was before.”

“I assume your doctor has an opinion on that.”

“Of course. He says that I just need to reach out to Phee.”

“Why haven’t you?”

Tech anxiously adjusts his glasses, “What if she has found someone else?”

“Do you really think that she would?”

“...she is a beautiful and clever woman. Any man would be lucky to have her—” Tech starts.

“You’re borrowing trouble, Tech. You need to call her.”

Tech opens his mouth to reply but stops as CX jogs over.

You smile up at him adoringly, and offer him his water bottle, “Having fun, love?”

He smirks, “Ordo is bitching because I managed to flip him. So we’re having a round two.”

“Of course you are.”

He flashes a tiny grin at you and crouches so he’s able to kiss you quickly before he jogs back over to the sparring ring. His training was so different from his brothers, you can tell based on the scars covering his body, and based on the fact that he’s not quite as solid as Ordo and the other Nulls.

Not that any of that matters to you.

You love him as he is.

“It does not make sense to me how someone as kind as you ended up with someone like him,” Tech admits, “He intimidates everyone, and lashes out when pushed.”

“I’ve never been afraid of him.” You reply with a small grin, “Even when he killed someone in front of me, even when he loses his temper.”

Tech shakes his head, “I believe I understand.”

You tilt your head curiously.

“You are just as insane as he is.”

You aren’t able to help that laughter that bursts from your lips, “I suppose,” You say through your giggles, “that’s one way to view it.”

Tech flashes a crooked smile at you, and then gets back to his feet, “I am going to go send Phee a message, and hope that she forgives me. Enjoy your ogling.”

You fling a handful of grass at him but don’t deny his accusations. 

The spar ends an hour later after it gets too hot for them to continue, and CX makes his way to your side, dropping onto the ground next to you. Immediately his arms slide around your waist and he presses his face against your neck.

“Did you have fun?” You ask as you card your fingers through his curls. 

He hums in response, his arms tightening around you, “I’m glad that you don’t mind coming to these.”

“I enjoy watching you spar.”

He pulls his face away from your neck, “You enjoy watching me do anything.” 

“You are ridiculously handsome.” You shift in his grip slightly so you’re able to press your hands against his cheeks, “I’m a lucky lady.”

“Mm, is that right?” CX asks as he leans in and presses his forehead against yours.

“You’re all sweaty,” You whisper to him. 

“So maybe we should go home,” He offers with an arched brow, “You can wash my hair for me.”

A giggle falls from your lips, “Deal.”

CX grins at you, and crashes his lips against yours, knocking you back onto the grass.

Everything isn’t perfect, CX still needs gene therapy to remove the enhanced aging, not to mention regular therapy to help deal with all of his issues. But so long as you’re together, everything will be fine.

You won’t allow for anything else.

[kotemf]

Happy Holidays!

For the dream fic under the Christmas Tree: I would love to read something about how the clone cadets spend Life Day(/Christmas) on Kamino! I'd love it to be focused around the command batch (Fox, Cody, Wolffe, etc.), but to be honest, any clones will do <3 Enjoy writing and I can't wait reading what you'll come up with!

So excited to fill this prompt! I love baby clones but you probably know that... I hope you like it.

You can read this on Ao3 too.

Click the 'keep reading' button to unwrap your gift!

The clones on Kamino weren't taught much about nat-born culture. They were only learning the stuff that they were going to need, such as biology of the species they may encounter, how to address both Jedi and civilian officers and such. Culture has never been deemed useful by the trainers nor the Kaminoans. It wasn't like they were actually going to meet anyone off the battlefield. They weren't going to need to know culture.

That didn't mean they weren't interested. Especially Cody and Fox loved anything nat-born, nat-born stuff was cool. They would absorb every single information the trainers had given them and then try to outdo each other in their knowledge.

Somehow, though, they have never heard of Life Day.

25th of December was just a day for them, a day like all the other days. There were no days off on Kamino.

They started their day with a long jog in the cold rain, then trained some, then Fox stole a trainer's coffee and they had fun observing him looking for the stolen cup of the brown liquid. After that they had a class and had to write an essay on Nautolan anatomy before they could have dinner and finally, finally go back to their room.

They normally spend the time in their room before they went to sleep studying for their classes or practicing new moves. On rare occasions, they would sneak around Kamino looking for the defective cadet Cody took under his wing.

They would do all of that had Alpha-17 not been waiting for them. "Finally." Their older brother looked at them. He didn't quite smile, Alpha never did that, but the corners of his lips did curl upwards a little bit. That was about as rare of a sight as a sunny day on Kamino.

"What are you doing here?" Cody asked carefully.

"I just wanted to wish you a merry Life Day, vod'ike."

"Life Day?" Fox asked curiously. "What's a Life Day?"

"You've never heard about Life Day?"

"No!" The cadets shook their heads simultaneously. There was a lot of things they didn't know, they were still one of the younger batches. Why was Alpha so surprised that they didn't know anything about this Life Day?

"Well, we'll have to remedy that. Who wants to hear a story?" Alpha asked. They all did but Fox was the only one who dared to come close to Alpha-17 and settle on his lap. He was the only one of them who wasn't terrified of the older clone. While Alpha hasn't ever done anything to them, they had seen him mad and he always looked so distanced and never smile so they were just careful. But Fox wasn't. He sometimes even went to Alpha for hugs!

"Tell us Alpha, please!" Fox begged for them all.

"I'm starting, Fox'ika, okay?" Alpha took a deep breath and then started talking. About a Wookie legend that supposedly happened many, many years ago. It started with a prophecy that a strong warrior who will save the Wookie planet Kashyyyk and the day that the warrior was born became a day celebrated as Life Day. And after this warrior died because of some bad Wookies, he became so famous in the entire galaxy that the day he was born became a holiday celebrated in the entire galaxy. It was called Life Day, for reasons not even Alpha fully understood. And it was celebrated on 25th of December.

"So Life Day has almost passed and we didn't know about it?" Cody asked, shocked.

"Don't be dramatic, Kote. You still have the entire evening to celebrate," Alpha assured him.

"But didn't you say we were supposed to give each other gifts? We don't have any gifts." Bly worried.

"Don't worry about that. The gifts can be something small, like one of the better ration bars. Or it doesn't even have to be a material object. You can just tell your brothers how much you like them and how much you appreciate their friendship as a gift."

"Well, I like you a lot Alpha and you are my favorite ori'vod," Fox informed him as he went in for a hug. And... well what could it hurt to join the hug, right?

Bly was the first one to join in. Then Cody and then eventually Wolffe too. And they found out that Alpha-17 indeed didn't bite. The hug was nice and warm, just like Fox said. They should've believed him.

"I have something for you, ad'ike."

"Really, Alpha?" Cody asked. He expected Alpha to tell them something similar to what Fox had said to him, that they were good vod'ike or maybe that he liked training with them.

To his surprise, Alpha pulled actual gifts out of his belt pouch. "These are some traditional Life Day treats. I had them smuggled in so no one can find out about it, okay? It'll be our little secret."

"We won't tell anything," Bly promised as he peeked inside of his little package. "They look nice. Much better than ration bars."

"They are."

"Thank you, Alpha!"

"No need, you deserve a little treat," their older brother assured them.

"But we don't have anything for you." Fox realized.

"Don't worry about it, ad'ike." Alpha smiled at them as he got up from where he had been sitting on Wolffe's cot. "You already gave me the best Life Day present I could ever ask for."

"That was weird," Wolffe voiced what they all were thinking.

"Did he just... smile?" Cody needed to make sure that he didn't just imagine that. Alpha never smiled, not really. Or he apparently did now because his batchmates saw it too.

"And what did he mean by 'the best Life Day present he could ever ask for'? We didn't give him anything. Maybe a headache. It doesn't make sense," Fox complained. He hated it when things didn't make sense and, unfortunately for him, many people seemed to not make any.

"I don't know. But we could have some of the candy he gave us," Wolffe suggested.

"And then we can write each other a letter about the good stuff they did during the year and then give it to each other as gifts, like Alpha said but better." Cody had an idea.

"Let's do it."

[theladyheroine]

Other Aliens in Transformers? 🛸

Hi everyone! I know I already posted a little bit ago, but I just thought of this rn! So, I understand there’s a lot of prompts about Transformers & humans being friends, but I do wonder what it’d be like if the Autobots crash landed on another planet?

These are just some examples of alien races, that includes

Na’vi from Pandora

Tamaranians from Tamaran

Twi’leks from Ryloth

Inhumans from Maveth

Wookies from Kashyyyk

Kryptonians from Krypton

Flora colossi from Planet X

Amazons from Paradise Island (I know they’re not aliens but they’re kind of close? 😅)

Asgardians from Asgard

Symbiotes from Klyntar

That’s all I have for now but I hope you have fun with this! Bye! 👋🏽

[jake-g-lockley]

Hi! Can I request prompt 19 with Din Djarin? Fem!Reader. Thanks in advance 😊✨

As We Fall (The Mandalorian x f!reader)

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Prompt: ARGUING!!!!! then a heated “kiss me.” and suddenly their hands are all over each other

A/N: ohohoho I loved writing this!!! Oh nonnie, thanks for the ask

Warnings: MDNI, smut, sexual content, roasting the shit outta each other, play fighting, Din removes his helmet. 

Word Count: 1.2k

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You and the Mandalorian had a lot of free time after Grogu left the both of you to join Luke Skywalker. You both had been moping around the Crest like sad parents, but the both of you were mostly bored out of your minds.

You could not stop thinking of the man before you. He had removed his helmet when he said goodbye to Grogu and you almost collapsed at how beautiful his face looked. He had a gorgeous rugged beard and fluffy hair that you wanted to touch and run your fingers through, although you never admitted to it.

His eyes were a special shade of chocolate and you would fight whatever evil force that plagued the galaxy to see them up close. You wanted to memorise his face but Din had not removed his helmet in front of you since that day and you were too shy to say anything about it.

“What’s going through that head of yours?” his modulated voice broke through your thoughts.

“Nothing, just of how bored I am.” you said casually, leaning against the chair you were seated on.

Din was smirking under his helmet. He might not be a Jedi who can mind read, but he could see the subtle spike of your heartbeat through his visor as you not so subtly stared at him. His steady voice didn’t betray the fact that he already knew what you were thinking about and he was already concocting his own plan.

“Why don’t I teach you how to spar?” he said, tipping his head slightly, making your heart quicken again.

He knew you wore a good mask with the way your face didn’t twitch, not even for a millisecond.

“Oh, please, I know how to fight, Din Djarin, too scared to challenge me?” you tipped your chin upward and smiled sweetly.

“It’s not a challenge when I know that I could take you down easily, meshurok.” he casually got up and brushed invisible fluff off his beskar armour and you gulped.

You loved it when he called you that. Meshurok. Gemstone. You were his gemstone, a treasure that he found and cherished with his life. He didn’t know you knew what he meant and you intended to keep that knowledge to yourself to shield the Mandalorian’s ego.

“Oh I bet you can, Tin Can.” you say as he threw you a stick that replicated your sword and his Dark Saber.

He simply tilted his helmet again and positioned himself.

“Ladies first,” he said.

You waited for him to make his move, raising your eyebrows at him when he didn’t.

“I’m clearly the one with the dick, sweetheart.” he said flatly and placed one of his gloved hands on his hips.

“Hey, ladies can have dicks too, okay?” you quickly say swinging your stick at him after taking note of his lack of defence.

He blocked you just in time, almost lazily as he pushed you and your stick away with his. You knew he was grinning under his helmet with the chuckle he let out.

“Yep, I walked straight into that one.” he huffed, swinging at your hips but you caught him and pushed back with a groan when met with resistance.

You swung for his head and he ducked, but you took another swing at his legs instead, missing by an inch.

“What? You walked straight into a dick? Man, please tell me you didn’t break the mirror, it's the only one on this god awful ship.” you frowned at him as he went for your chest.

“Well, you don’t need a mirror to tell you that you look like a fuckin’ Wookie on spice.” he countered back and you feigned hurt clutching your chest, ducking his swing again.

It was time to pull out the big guns.

“Really Mando? So you’re telling me you fisted yourself silly over a Wookie on spice?”

He froze and you took that chance to disarm him and knee him in the stomach, making him collapse to the floor in a heap. You quickly climbed over him and placed the stick you were holding against his neck, sitting on his abdomen. His breathing was coming out in quick puffs, and you grinned down at him, bathing in the fact that you knew about his little secret.

A few weeks ago, he had walked in on you in the refresher, turning into a blubbering mess and running out almost instantly when he saw you bare. You thought nothing of it until you heard soft groans and whimpers from his quarters late that night. You never brought it up, but today seemed like a good day to let it slip.

His gloved hands grasped at his helmet and with a soft hiss he pulled it off his head and set it aside as he scanned your face. Falling for you was never part of his plan, but that day sealed it all for him. You looked perfect, with all your curves and scars and he craved to see that again, to rip off all the baggy clothing you wore and let his lips and bare hands travel the planes of your skin.

Now, he looked down at where your body met his and he actually believed that you were sculpted for him, the way you fitted so perfectly against him. You shifted slightly and his eyes snapped up to look at yours once again. You had a soft smirk on your lips and your hand was twitching at the stick you were holding.

“Stop looking at me with those eyes, Mandalorian.” you whispered, drinking in his beauty from up close.

“Fuck, I can’t, meshurok.” he breathed, keeping his eyes on yours.

Suddenly, everything was a blur. You felt the stick being pulled from your grasp and tossed aside as Din flipped you over. He loomed over you and kept you caged between his legs, not breaking eye contact. Before you knew it, his lips were on yours, pressing into you like you were a breath of fresh air after he had been poisoned with thoughts of you. Your hands were soon clawing at his scalp as your legs wrapped securely around his abdomen.

You were too lost to know when it happened but he had pulled his gloves off at some point during the chaos and was now feeling you up, swallowing your moans and groans. You pressed yourself against his hardening member under his flight suit and he bit at your lip, unmercifully drawing blood from you as you cried at the pain and pleasure that blossomed through you. His lips travelled to your neck as you pulled his hair harder, soft nips making you whine and writhe against him as you pulled him closer.

“Have it Din, take it, gar serim.” you moaned in the language of his people and he almost melted against you in shock, instantly lifting himself off you and carrying you up, presumably to his quarters.

You certainly had enough time to memorise every inch of his face after the events of that night. Sure, the Mandalorian Din Djarin managed to cure your boredom, but he also had rendered you paralysed for about a week and left beautiful bruises blooming throughout your body like you were his latest art piece.

He had thrown you around and used you like you were his very own ragdoll, clutching you to him like you were going to run away, his cock stuffed deep in you for hours. Your throat was hoarse from screaming, pleasure and pain twisting together as you felt Din’s skin against yours.

If falling for the Mandalorian was this dangerous for your body, you should’ve just done it from the second you met him.

Translations: Meshurok: gemstone Gar serim: That's it.

Tagging: @fandxmslxt69 @joygirlmelii @wolfbook87 @randomnessfangirl @in-between-the-cafes @minigirl87 @alexxavicry @lia275

Reblogs are appreciated~~~

[cloudlyjellyfish]

Day 11 of the Electric Chair's inktober prompt!! Vampire!! I LOVE MY POOKIE WOOKIE DOOKIE SUBARUUU MY LIL EMO BOIIII

[diviluscorner]

Summary: Last minute you're forced to host Christmas. Apparently, there's a service to help with such an issue.

A gift for the lovely @jetii as part of the Life Day ClonexReader Fic exchange hosted by the amazing @cloneficgiftexchange!

I could not stop laughing over the prompt "Need a Hand" and it being about Echo. This then developed.

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“Don’t worry, we got you help.”

Those fateful words spin round and round your head as you walk to the door. When your family emergency yesterday turned into you hosting Life Day tomorrow, panic set in. This month has been overwhelmingly busy, so much so you haven’t had time to decorate. Your house has sat depressingly sparse, not even a tree in the corner, and you swear the neighborhood has labeled you the bah humbug house because there isn’t even a hint of cheer out your door. It’s not your fault all the deadlines you had to make all fell late in the year—since your coworkers couldn’t be bothered by the fact you celebrate the holidays as well.

You would love nothing more than to have your house decorated and smelling of peaceful scents associated with pleasant and happy childhoods.

Instead, you’re in a panic hoping that the grocery delivery at your door will have all the correct ingredients since you don’t have time to go out yourself. You’re going to be lucky to get presents wrapped at this rate. Hand hovering over the panel, you cast a glance at the large pile of gifts you need to wrap and hope you’ll have time to finish those.

However, you haven’t started on tomorrow’s meal, you haven’t baked, cleaning is just beginning, you haven’t decorated…

Opening the door, you sigh in despair. “If you could just put those on—”

Eyes widen as you gaze at the Wookie standing on your porch.

No, not a Wookie.

A man dressed in a Wookie onesie with stunning brown eyes.

He clears his throat and glances at his… paw? “Rawr, rawr, rawr, rawr, or as we say in basic, heard you need a hand to help you with your plan. I’m Echo with Handy Can!”

Lips pursed to the right, you don’t know whether to be embarrassed that your family thought you needed this, laugh at the absurdity of the moment, or feel sorry for the man dressed as a Wookie. Leaning against your doorframe, you allow yourself a precious moment to take in what’s happening to you. “Well, I definitely don’t have a complete plan but since you’re here I could use a hand.”

Those stunning brown eyes focus on you, and he gives a sharp nod. “How can I be of assistance, Miss?”

“I need someone to get the holiday boxes out of storage, but… I’m worried your claws may scratch it all up.”

A hint of amusement dances in his gaze and you find yourself wondering what he looks like when he laughs.

Or even how you would make him laugh.

“I can assure you, these claws will not damage anything.”

Stepping back to let him in, you give a smirk. “That specified in your contract.”

“Sure is. Right below a promise not to chase the mailman.”

Oh, he has a sense of humor, you think and dread its effects on you. With everything this month has dumped on you, you don’t need some sweet talker to cause an even bigger problem in your life.

No.

You’ve been there before.

“Where can I find the holiday boxes?”

After directing him to the storage area next to the laundry room, you hurry to clean all the refreshers in the house. He definitely doesn’t need to work on those. You’ll give him little tasks to tidy up, and likely set him on decorating while you tackle the bigger issues.

Dread creeps back in your soul as you vacuum the house. You understand the small housefire emergency and why Life Day had to be moved, but perhaps one of your other relatives or friends could have offered to host. It isn’t a secret that you’re overworked and haven’t had a full night’s sleep in the past six weeks. You’ve been working over fifty hours a week with no reprieve.

Wiping sweat from your forehead, you find a pit in your stomach. It’s not that you hate hosting, you love hosting. You’d do it more often if work would allow for it. In all honesty, you’re not even upset with friends and family.

You just want to make sure everything is perfect for tomorrow.

It’s been a rough year for all, and if you can bring them even a few hours of joy it’ll make everything worth it. Well, maybe not the job, but at least others having a moment to breathe will bring a smile to your face and a lightness to your soul.

You’re halfway trapped in the hypersonic oven when the door chimes again. Tossing your gloves in the sink, you make your way to the door.

“Delivery.”

Sighing with relief, you direct him to the kitchen. “If you could just load the counter next to the conservator, I can handle it from there. Thanks.”

Another thing off your list.

With the arrival of food and supplies, there’s a gentle ease on your shoulders. There is still a lot to do but at least you’ll have food to feed all the hungry mouths tomorrow. They’ll be full and content and for a moment they won’t need to think about any problems.

They can enjoy Life Day as it’s meant to be celebrated.

“Having a party?”

Peeking out of the hypersonic oven, you look at the man dropping off your groceries. He’s got a charming face and there’s something alluring about the way he leans against your conservator. However, you want him out of your house.

“That time of year,” you respond and stand. Taking a few steps towards him, you hope to move him out your front door again. “I’m sure with how hectic everyone is you have a lot of deliveries.”

“I have a few minutes to spare.”

“Oh, I’m glad you have a few. I’d love a few extra minutes.”

“Maybe I could help,” he says casting a glance around the house. “Seems like a lot of work for one girl.”

Halfway to the door, you pause as you realize he’s not following you. “No. I’m good.”

He moves towards you, and you consider darting out of your own house. “I don’t have any deliveries, so it’s no trouble—"

“What do you think of wrapping lights around the garland, Mesh’la?”

Looking up to the balcony of the second floor, there’s a man dressed in a Wookie outfit holding garland and lights who you’d forgotten with all this cleaning. Smiling, you’re glad those observant brown eyes are focused on you. “That’s a perfect idea.”

When you turn back to the stranger, you see him hurrying down your walkway. Locking the door behind him, you jog up the steps.

“He gone?”

“Yes, thank you.” Relief settles over you as you clear the landing and see him tangled in lights.

“Good. It would have been a few seconds for me to figure a way out of this.”

You give a small chuckle as you help untangle him from the lights. “Looks like you’re the one who needs a hand.”

“In all fairness, I did have a plan,” he responds. “It… uh, just didn’t work out like I thought.”

Pulling the last bit of light string from his hood, you smile at him. “Seriously. Thank you. If you hadn’t been here…”

“Might be slowing your progress a bit, actually.”

“Not sure about that,” you respond and begin weaving the garland around the banister. “Seems as if you’re making this easier for me. I never would have thought of lights on the banister.”

“The white ones,” he replies and begins threading those delicately through the garland. “They’ll sparkle like newly fallen snow.”

Pausing at the end of the garland, you look up at the man in a Wookie onesie and admire the way those lights catch his jaw line while shimmering in his gaze. You probably shouldn’t entertain a thread of hope to see him laugh or perhaps have a cup of caf with him. However, he’s clearly not the shopper intruding on your peace earlier.

Ending the lights with your garland, he looks at you. “I already decorated the outside of the house while you were cleaning. I’d like your approval. See if I need to change anything.”

Heading outside, you stand on the sidewalk and gaze up at the lights lined perfectly across your eves. The railing across your porch is lined in red and white lights reminding you of a candy cane and the joy bubbling inside your chest spills onto your lips in a sweet smile.

“This is beautiful,” you whisper as frosty breath wreathes your face. “And you did this so quickly.”

“Hoped you might like it, Miss.”

Your brow wrinkles in the next moment as you clear your throat. Echo is only here to complete a job he’s been hired to do. You’re silly to think anything more could ever come of it. Unfortunately, the first decent man you’ve come across in what seems like eons wants nothing more than to get paid.

And with that, your bubble of hope bursts.

The rest of the afternoon is filled with polite chatter as gifts are wrapped and placed under a tree. There are some moments your heart thumps a little harder as you bump into each other in the kitchen. Your skin grows warm when he accidentally brushes your hand when he gives you baking utensils. All things you try hard to crush, but your heart seems deaf to the truth.

You will never forgive your family for this.

And you will never host another event.

Pausing your repetition of placing cookies on a cooling tray, you look up at him and try to discern what he just asked.

“Uh, is… Is this what a normal Life Day consists of?”

“My family gives gifts, bakes, eats, laughs, there will be a few arguments, but most will leave feeling joyful.”

“Sounds nice.”

“It can be.” Turning your attention back to the cookies, you work to be polite while your heart again flutters. “Families come in all varieties.”

As dusk lights pinks and greys through your windows, you whip up a quick stew in hopes of feeding the man in a Wookie outfit who’s assisted you all day. You’re not hungry at this point. Not when you wish this wasn’t a one-time deal.

Setting the stew before him, you scan your house to see, not just décor making it feel like a home, but a lightbulb in your kitchen that burnt out three weeks ago has been replaced. The handle on your holovision unit has been fixed. To top it all off, your hearth has been cleaned and now crackles with a warm little fire.

Your stupid heart patters at the thought, but your stomach drops through the floor.

Since purchasing this house, you’ve never had the benefit of an extra set of hands. Sure, your parents come over, but they can’t be here for every little thing. You’ve learned to replace toilets, sinks, and repair holes in walls. You’ve learned to fix pneumatic door locks, the conservator and the sonic dishwasher. You’ve learned how to live alone which means sometimes kitchen lights stay dark, handles hang, and—

“Are you going to eat?”

Looking at the man in the Wookie onesie, you see those stunning brown eyes tinged with worry.

“You’ve been working hard since this morning. Dinner might be good for you.”

…and sometimes you forget how to care for yourself.

You aren’t sure how you missed him ladle you a bowl or when he guided you to sit next to him, but he gives you a smile as he continues eating your stew.

“If we could’ve had food like this on the venators, none of my brothers would’ve been able to fight,” he says with a smile. “We’d have been eating all day and the Seppies would���ve won the war.”

“It’s not that good,” you deflect.

“If this is not good, I’d love to try your amazing.”

He’s just saying that, you think and pick at your meal.

“Somethin’ the matter, Miss?” He glances around your house. “I think we’ve marked nearly everything off your list.”

“You don’t need to be so kind,” you reply and put your spoon down. “I’m sure my family tipped you well.”

He blinks. “Uh… what?”

“My family would’ve paid you well, so no need for these niceties.” Grabbing your bowl, you dump it down the sink. “You can go now. Everything that’s going to get done is finished. Thank you.”

Picking up his bowl, he gives a cautious look.

“Leave it there,” you say as pleasantries fade. “I’m sure you can find your way out.”

And it’s nice to hear the door shut as you turn off the music.

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Giving the punch a stir, you’re surprised your parents are ten minutes late. While it’ll be an hour before everyone else begins to arrive, they are always determined to show up early to check on you. This year, there’s no reason to check on you. Not after yesterday.

When the doorbell rings, you draw a deep breath and let them in. They greet you with hugs and kisses like normal, but it’s your mother who gives you a long, hard look.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“Yesterday was tiring.”

“Well, if you hadn’t sent away the help we enlisted,” your father replies and there’s a sorrow in his eyes as if he knows you’re hurting inside. “We tried to help—”

“Sent away?” you question.

Your mother nods. “Yeah. He declined payment and said when he arrived you were already finished.”

“I was…” Without a second thought, you grab your coat from the closet. “I’ll be back.”

Rushing out the door, you’re not even certain where you’re headed but after a quick holonet search, you’ve got some idea. It doesn’t take you long to get into town though finding the tiny shop is a bit more difficult. Turning down an alley, you find the shabby door and enter.

The man, no longer in a Wookie onesie, stands behind the counter flipping through a holozine on gardening tools. He looks up only for those stunning, brown eyes to widen. “Uh… Did I mess something up?”

“Why didn’t you take the payment?”

“Payment?”

“You lied to my parents about all the work you did yesterday. Why? You earned every credit and probably more.”

He closes his holozine and turns towards the shelves behind the counter. “Consider it a Life Day treat.”

“My Life Day treat was not doing all that on my own.” And having you to do it with, you add silently. “How much do I owe you?”

“Nothing,” he states and takes out a datastick which he studies as if it’s the most fascinating thing in the galaxy.

“There has to be something—”

“Miss, we’re square. Your stew was enough, and as you said, I was only there trying to up my tip anyway.”

Reaching the counter, you place your hands on it and look at the man. There’s a gentle downward tilt to his lips that wasn’t there yesterday. You also notice a line of divots on each side of his head along with a mechanical hand that the Wookie onesie hid yesterday. When he mentioned his service in the war, you hadn’t thought to ask him much about it.

You hadn’t thought to ask him much for fear of having your heart rejected and shattered.

“Echo, why don’t you come try today’s cooking?” you suggest and prepare your stupid, fluttering heart to be torn to shreds.

Those stunning brown eyes glance your way. “I don’t want to impose.”

“Trust me. You wouldn’t be imposing.” You then give him a teasing smile. “After all, I have a plan to finish the roast, but I really could use a hand.” And you hear the most heartwarming laugh in response.

[zerobaselove]

what if? | park gunwook

pairing: gunwook x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 726

warnings: none. lowercase intended, not proofread.

prompt: 19. "get out of my head."

notes: i'm ngl i saw this in my inbox and have been thinking abt it ever since i just NEED to write it or smth bc ohhh my wookie (i am so in l word w him it's fucking crazy)

most people your age spent their friday nights out and about, whether at parties or out on the town with friends, everyone just wanted to go out and have fun. but for you and gunwook, you preferred your nights in every once in a while, especially on days like today where you both had homework due the following monday.

you both wanted the rest of your weekend free of stress, so the quicker you got it done the better. and that's how you were sat here in gunwook's bedroom. you had found yourself sat on the floor, back resting on the side of his bed, books and papers sprawled out on the floor. gunwook had sat down at his desk, typing out the outline for some paper on his laptop. the clicking keys and pen scratching the only noise for a while, until a loud huff broke through the air.

"what's wrong wook?" you asked, knowing that clearly something was up.

he shook his head, tapping his fingers on the table, "i can't focus on anything, i've been staring at this page for half an hour now." he let out a frustrated sigh, and you couldn't help but feel bad. you knew how annoying it was to just not be able to focus, especially when you just wanted to get the task done.

"is there any way i can help?" you asked sincerely, wanting to at least try to be helpful.

the boy hadn't turned to answer you, so his next words were barely audible. "i need you to get out of my head."

did you hear him right? you were convinced that surely, surely you hadn't. so you quickly asked him to repeat himself. turning his body around to face you, he took in a breath before replying again.

"get out of my head," he sighed, "i can't focus on this paper when you take up every thought in my mind." a pout had crossed his face as he let out the admission. his cheeks had quickly flushed a dark crimson as he saw your widened eyes looking back at him. it was in that moment he realized that he had essentially just confessed to you without even meaning to.

your mouth ran dry, every response you could come up with seemed to get trapped in your throat, and you felt yourself resisting the urge to simply kiss the blushing boy in front of you. after years of no confession from the boy, you had started to think you should give up on ever having your feelings returned, but here you were, and here he was.

looking up at the boy you let out a small "oh," before moving your books off of your lap and standing up, opting to lean against the desk. gunwook's eyes didn't leave yours, too nervous for the response he would get, and whether he had just messed everything up or not.

"what if," you paused, trying to gain the courage to not trip over your words, "i want to be in your head?"

now it was gunwook's turn to let out a mumbled "oh." his mind going a million miles a minute at your response while a subconscious smile found its way to his lips. "then uhm," he pushed his hair back, trying to come up with a minimally embarrassing response, "then i guess that's okay."

the boy took a moment to stand up, suddenly towering your frame as he stood in front of you, "you're more important than some silly essay anyways." you caught his eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips, and you couldn't help but shrink under his gaze.

an attempt at a response had come out more as incoherent mumbles, much to your dismay, but gunwook had come up with a solution to your problem. before you knew it he was leaning in closer and you could smell his cologne as if you were being engulfed in him.

as much as you wanted to look at the pretty boy in front of you more, you let your eyes flutter shut as you leaned to close the last couple inches between your lips. you could feel gunwook smile into the kiss before pulling away, a sheepish grin plastered on both of your faces.

"you know," you mumbled, "you're on my mind a lot too, gunwook."

[fuxuannie]

REQS R OPEN can i please get a sampo wampo cutie patootie pookie wookie babygirl any prompt uwaah🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 thank u uwuwuwuwuuwu 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋 xoxo bob

* pairing : sampo x gn reader

* prompt : request ♡

* authors note : cale i hope u know everyones gonna see that LMAO.. inspired by a drawing requester sent me

You groaned a little as Natasha informs you on where your partner had snuck off this time. "Seems like he's once again snuck off to the snowy plains to do.. whatever it is he does." She chuckled, watching you massage your head as you prepared yourself for the headache that is exploring the area. "Thanks, Nat. You're always the right person to ask for this kind of thing."

You had taken the hidden route that SAMPO showed you, which was a path that would lead to the land of endless snow just outside Belabogs walls. As you walked, your boots made no prints onto the snow which was convenient for expeditions like these with all the Silvermane Guards around. A neat little trick your boyfriend had taught you, speaking of which, that also made trying to find him much harder.

You were about to begin your search, but the sounds of Silvermane Guards up ahead catch your attention. You have nowhere to go nor hide, if you turn back they'll see where you came from and you'd rather not get scolded for ratting out your boyfriends one way ticket out of Belabog. Just as you were going to get caught, a pair of hands emerge from a pile of snow that you initially assumed was a snow covered rock and pulled you in.

The comfort that comes with your partners arms around you keeps you warm. You turn a little, already recognizing that shameless smile of his as he's hiding in the snow. "Sam-" But he quickly hushes you, listening to the distant sound of Silvermane Guards talking before they begin to walk away.

He falls to the floor, dragging you along with him as you're trapped between his arms and legs. Snow falling onto the heads of the both of you as you can hear him chuckle. "Not funny." You mumble, but he only hums in what you can assume to be amusemement, his hand running through your hair to get the snow off it.

"We might be here for a while.." He says softly, a kiss to your cheek as he rests his head on yours. "Wanna take a nap?" You turn a little to face him, not a hint of sarcasm and a face that was fully serious about what he suggested.

You sigh in disappointment, and turn your head away from him again. "Are you seriously about to sleep inside a pile of snow?" But his soft snores behind you are enough of an answer, you grumble a little but it's not like you can do much, and he was right too. There were a handful of guards at this hour, so you may as well wait for nightfall when they have a specific time period of changing guards. You use his arms as a hugging pillow, and fall asleep with him.

++ BONUS

"What shall we do with them, sir?" One of the guards asked Gepard. Who sighs at the sight of you, his dearest sibling, snuggled up to Belabogs most wanted criminal. "I'll handle it." He answered, signalling that they may leave and he'll deal with you.

But as the guard leaves Gepards sight, he only crosses his arms and huffed. "You owe me one." He'll say, turning a blind eye and walking away from the scene. Informing the other guards to avoid the area for the time-being.

[melliejellybellybean]

Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice

Echo/Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.3k, this was not supposed to happen

Warnings: none that I can think of?

When Echo is invited to your Life Day celebration, he's elated. That is, until he learns about gift-giving aspect of Life Day. But it's okay, he's a trained soldier with six men who will always have his back. Together, surely they can figure out the perfect gift to give you. Right?

So, I decided to participate in another @cloneficgiftexchange, Life Day edition, and this time, I was lucky enough to be able to write a fic for @ghostofskywalker herself. I was very excited to write this one, and the prompt "tell me I'm crazy" - "you're crazy" coupled with "agonizing over whether or not the gift character a got character b was something they'd like" seemed like they'd be so much fun to write.

ghostofskywalker, I love your fics literally so much, so I'm very excited and nervous to give this one to you! I hope you love it, happy holidays!!!

Echo liked his routine. He liked knowing exactly what he was going to do, when he was going to do it, and in what order it was going to be done. For example, once the transport touches down on Coruscant, Fives is going to throw his arm around Echo and shout something about “hitting every single club on Coruscant,” which really only meant 79s. Echo will laugh, shove his brother’s arm off his shoulder, and tell him that it didn’t matter how many clubs he went to, no one would want to dance with any one with a face as ugly as Fives’. They’ll go back and forth, with a few more brothers piping in every here and there, but once those doors open, Echo’s gone. His legs take him, almost as if they have a mind of their own, straight to a little shop on a level slightly lower than planetside. Without even really thinking about it, his legs take him straight to you. 

Echo will walk into the shop, a little bell announcing his presence from above the door, and be hit with the smell of freshly baked pastries, cakes, and cookies. Although glass display cases attempt to draw his attention with colorful examples of the sugar-filled desserts the shop offers, Echo will glue his eyes to the person behind the counter. When you look up, your lips will break out into a blinding grin and his will have no choice but to follow. And for the first time since being shipped off the battlefield, Echo will feel peace. 

Which is why it was twice as jarring for Echo when not only were you not at your post by the register, but there were green plants, candles, streamers, and hanging lights covering almost every surface with a cinnamon spice scent dancing in the air. 

“Echo!” A voice to his right called, and as he turned, he finally saw you. On a ladder. Hanging another one of those circular lights. You quickly finished mounting the decoration and then scrambled off the ladder, faster than Echo thought safe, before throwing yourself at him in an embrace. 

That was new. 

Echo felt his face heat up as he lightly returned the hug, but he wasn’t able to fully pull his thoughts away from the drastic change in interior decor. “What happened in here?” 

You stepped back and smirked, “Well, it’s great to see you too, Echo.” 

“It’s everywhere.” He murmured. “Did you get pranked?”

“No!” You laughed. “It’s Life Day!” 

Your voice held a lightness that made Echo’s gaze snap back to you, like a magnet. He noticed the joy that shone in your eyes and almost radiated from you. Stars, you were beautiful.

“Life Day?” Echo questioned, “Does Coruscant have an extra day in its standard week?” 

Your eyes widened, “You don’t know what Life Day is? It’s my favorite holiday!” 

Echo shook his head, “We don’t exactly celebrate a lot of holidays on Kamino. I think any sense of joy would make the long necks roll over and die.” 

“Life Day is a Wookie tradition, although by now most of the galaxy has adopted it, it’s a huge celebration of family, joy, and harmony.” Echo listened to your explanation and heard the compassion in your voice. Compassion, not pity. Never pity. You never pitied his loss of childhood and normal life experience. It was one of the things on the, admittedly very long, list of things he loved about you. “Most people spend it with the people they love. They’ll make food, spend time together, give gifts, and some cultures even have little mythological figures to go along with it. There’s this one planet who believes that a fat man breaks into their house every Life Day to–” 

“There you are, vod!” The little bell on the door rang out followed very closely by Fives’ irritating, grating voice, “I was starting to think you deserted, almost called the General to get a manhunt going.” 

Echo turned, opening his mouth to respond, but Fives caught sight of you and his face lit up. His eyes bounced back and forth mischievously between you and Echo, “Oh… so this is where you disappear to whenever we’re on Coruscant.”

“Fives…” Echo warned, but it was useless. 

“I never thought I’d see the day when a woman tolerated my brother’s company.” Fives pushed Echo aside, smoothly catching your hand and placing a kiss on it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, miss, the name’s Fives. I’m sure you’ve heard all about me.”

Echo knocked Fives’ hand out of yours and glared at him. Fives just raised his arms in surrender. “What? I’m the light of your life, what else would you have to talk about?” 

Before Echo could hit him, you laughed, “Oh, I have heard about you, Fives. It’s nice to meet the man who loves my snickerdoodles so much. That actually reminds me.” 

You ran into the back of the bakery, returning with a paper bag that seemed stuffed to the brim. “I added some extra pastries that I think you’d enjoy, Echo. And tell Hardcase that I ran out of poppy seeds, so he’ll just have to settle for lemon muffins.” 

Fives’ jaw dropped. “This is where you get these from? Vod, you’d better keep her!” 

“She’s not a massiff, stop talking about her like she is!” Echo snapped, but Fives turned to you and started gushing. 

“Never in my life have I eaten anything as good as the things you make. Your hands must be blessed by whatever it is that’s out there in the galaxy. If this one ever gives you any trouble, you let me know, or any of our brothers in the 501st, and we’ll knock some sense into him.” 

“Time to go!” Echo interjected, grabbing Fives’ by the shoulder and shoving him towards the door. “So many baked goods to hand out, so many clubs for you to hit, remember Fives?” Fives continued blabbering and Echo continued talking over him, but you were laughing too hard to understand anything either of them were saying anymore. 

“Echo,” you called out, right before he was about to step out of the door, “you can totally say no, if you want, but would you want to spend Life Day with me?” 

Echo wasn’t sure if the sudden silence that fell was real or just his imagination, but it felt as if time had stopped. He glanced back at you, and seeing you standing there, surrounded by your silly and over-the-top decorations, he knew there was no place he’d rather be. “I’d really like that.” He nodded. 

Then he stepped away from the door and let it close. He sighed, disappointed that his time with you had been cut so short, then turned and came face to face with his brother, who was wiggling his eyebrows at him. 

This time Echo really did hit him. 

…

“So…” Fives spoke around his mouthful of snickerdoodle, breaking the collective silence in the 501st barracks as everyone ate their pastries, “the baker?”

Echo sighed. It was his fault really for assuming that Fives could mind his business and drop it. “What about her?” 

“She’s cute.” Fives shrugged. 

“You met her?” Jesse blurted from his bunk across the room. If everyone wasn’t listening then, they sure were now. 

“Yeah, I followed Echo after we landed and caught him with her. Someone’s,” Fives gave Echo a pointed look, “been hiding her from us. Can’t imagine why.” 

“Maybe it’s because I value her sanity.” Echo mumbled into his fudge. 

“What was that?” 

“Nothing.” 

Fives nudged his brother. “Look, if you want alone time with your girlfriend, just say that.” 

“Girlfriend?!” Hardcase yelled, accusingly looking at Echo. 

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Echo defended, before any more of his brothers got any ideas. 

“But you want her to be.” Fives countered. 

“Well, ye–no!” The truth had slipped out of his mouth before he could stop, and now that it was out, there was no turning back. Gasps erupted throughout the room. Jesse had to sit down, Tup dropped his piece of pie, even Dogma looked over with interest. 

Fives cheered triumphantly. “What’s stopping you then? Go get her!” 

“She’s not into me.” Echo slumped in defeat. “She’s brilliant and talented and beautiful. And she deserves so much more than a guy who’s not sure if he’ll make it back every day.” 

A thicker silence fell over the room. Every man in it knew about their reality. They were bred, born, and raised to fight in a war that was not theirs, for a galaxy that was not theirs, for people who were not theirs. Many clones turned to sunny, loud personalities to hide the pain and loss they felt after every battle. There was this unspoken rule that each clone had to live out his life to the absolute fullest while he could, because he didn’t know when it might end. Now that Echo had verbalized it, the entire barracks was reminded of the injustice of their own existence. 

“Vod,” Fives broke the silence again, this time with a seriousness in his eyes that looked foreign on his face, “we don’t get many chances to connect with someone like you have. Most guys would desert if it meant getting your opportunity. You can’t let her get away. At least let us know if any of us have a chance with her, if you don’t want it.” 

His joke released the tension in the room, each brother chimed in with their own eagerness to date Echo’s baker. 

“Even if I wanted to, she’s not into me.” Echo repeated. Groans erupted from all over the room, Jesse even threw a pillow at his brother. “What? I’m telling the truth!” 

Fives’ voice rose above the noise, “Echo, di’kut, that is the stupidest thing you’ve ever said. She’s so into you, it kind of hurt to be in the same room as you both.” 

Echo rolled his eyes, but Fives kept going. “Look, tell me I’m crazy, but–”

“You’re crazy.” 

“She gives you free food, every time you go to meet her–”

“She’s a generous person.” 

“She had her eyes glued on you the whole time–” 

“Well, maybe you were scaring her. 

“She invited you to spend Life Day with her–”

“She what?!” Kix was the one who interrupted this time. “You’re going right?” 

“Well, of course, I told her I would. Why would I accept if I wasn’t going to go?” Echo sputtered. “Should I not have? Is that a bad idea? Should I tell her I’m not coming?” 

“No!” The entire room shouted. 

“You have to.” Kix got up and started pacing. “This is perfect, confessing on holidays is so much more romantic than confessing on your random Zhellday. Just give her something for Life Day, declare your love, and bam! Mission accomplished!” 

“That’s ridiculous.” Echo groaned, “Even if I wanted to, I don’t know the first thing about telling a girl you’re in love with her.” 

“Well, you’re lucky that you have six brothers right here that will do all the work for you!” Jesse gestured to the occupants of the room, all of whom had their own versions of their scheming faces on. 

Echo glanced at Fives, hoping that he would say something to put an end to this madness for once, but when Fives looked back at him, Echo could see the mischievous glimmer in his eyes. 

“Vod, we’re going to get you your cyare.” 

… 

It was Echo’s own fault. He really should’ve done something, anything this morning instead of blindly following his brothers across the Coruscant shopping district. Anything would be better than standing, in front of this very judgemental old man, in a jewelry shop meant for anyone but him. 

“I’m sure this piece is out of your budget, young man.” The shopkeeper barely glanced at the necklace Echo was asking about. “Perhaps you’d be better looking elsewhere?” 

“Aw, come on, how much is it?” Fives argued, “It can’t be that bad.” 

Echo had not been aware that jewelry was even sold at a price as high as the one that came out of the old man’s mouth, much less jewelry that was sold at a shop on one of the lower, dingier levels of Coruscant. 

“That place is a scam.” Fives quipped, the moment the old man had shut the door in their faces. “Let’s try somewhere else.” 

Echo glanced around. “I get the feeling that we’ll run into similar problems everywhere. The GAR doesn’t exactly pay well, where would we even find jewelry that any of us could afford?” 

“Nonsense. The way to a woman’s heart is through expensive things.” Fives was already looking for a new place to try. “Especially shiny, expensive things. Necklaces, rings, bracelets, girls go crazy for that stuff.” 

“I don’t know…” Echo trailed off as he thought about you. You were kind, funny, loving, and selfless. He didn’t take you as the type to get carried away with shine and credits. 

“Echo might be right.” Jesse piped in, “There’s only so much we can do in the expensive-jewelry department. But that doesn’t mean we’re completely down for the count. We’ll think of something else.” 

Fives slumped his shoulders, but didn’t say anything in his defense. All six of the men began looking around, wondering which one would give the next idea. 

“What about…” Tup shyly started, “flowers? Girls like flowers, right?” 

“Yeah!” Hardcase nodded, “That way Echo can still buy something for his baker and not have to spend too much money.” 

“What’s her favorite flower?” Kix asked, pulling the attention in the conversation back to Echo. 

Echo felt his face warm. How was it that in all the hours he spent in your company, all the attention he gave to every detail about you, he didn’t know what your favorite flower was? His brothers looked at him with expectant faces. Would they make fun of him if he told them that he didn’t know? Fives would have asked a girl immediately what her favorite flower was. 

“I’ll know it when I see it.” Maybe Echo didn’t lie. Maybe you had a vase that held a certain type of flower all the time in your shop and Echo had never fully noticed it. Maybe you mentioned it in passing a few times. Maybe Echo would see a flower that he would be dying to put behind your ear. 

As it turned out, Echo underestimated how many flowers there were in the world. And some of them looked so similar, he couldn’t even begin to guess which one you’d be partial to. This whole gift-giving thing was a lot harder than he thought. 

“What about this one?” Jesse emerged from behind a wall of flora, holding a giant, yellow flower. 

Echo winced. “I think that one’s too obnoxious.” 

“I found one!” Kix shouted from across the flower shop. Looking up, Echo could just see a black-gloved hand holding a dainty, purple flower above the shelves. 

That one was better, but it still didn’t speak to Echo in any way that reminded him of you. “I’m not so sure.” 

Fives groaned and tossed the bouquet he was about to offer Echo over his shoulder. “You’re impossible. She’s got to like something from here. Where’s Tup? This was all his idea.” 

“He’s flirting with the cashier.” Dogma pointed towards the entrance. To his credit, Tup didn’t burst into a noticeable blush, but his shoulders tightened in a subtle motion that told his brothers that Tup heard them call him out. Nonetheless, the flower shop cashier was giggling at whatever he had said. 

“At least someone here is striking gold.” Hardcase grumbled. “Now if only Echo could take a page out of Tup’s book. Tup’s book of all people!” 

Echo knew his brother’s frustration wasn’t entirely on him. They would die before they admitted it, but none of them really knew anything about women, and this experience was showcasing that for all of them. His brothers huddled together, brainstorming the next plan while Echo ran his eyes over the shelves once again. 

It felt like the millionth time he looked at this wall of flowers, but this time, one flower stuck out to him. It was elegant, but simple. Echo knew the petals would bring out your eyes in the best way. 

“That one.” Echo pointed to it. His brothers stopped bickering almost immediately. 

Fives hopped into motion first, “Perfect! Let’s go.” He marched Echo, who now held the bouquet in his hands, straight to the cashier. “Move over, Tup, you can flirt later.” 

This time a blush did erupt on Tup’s face. He turned away to hide it, but the cashier just laughed lightly before turning to Echo and Fives, a more professional mask slipping over her features. “I take it you’re Echo?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” Echo nodded, “Just this one please.” 

The cashier nodded and began to ring up the bouquet. “I couldn’t help but overhear some of your situation, and Tup filled in a little bit. I just wanted to let you know that these flowers are commonly allergenic. Most people are pretty mildly allergic, but it’s not uncommon for a person to have a pretty severe allergy to them.” 

Echo froze. “I can’t give that to her then! What if I put her in the hospital?!” 

“Hospitals are not romantic.” Hardcase agreed, wisely. 

“I’ll try something else.” Echo sighed, “Thank you for all your help.” 

The cashier sympathetically nodded at him, and began to open her mouth to offer more help, but Echo was already being ushered out the doors of the shop by his brothers. 

“It’s alright. Shake it off.” Fives assured, “The guys and I have already talked, and we’ve got a plan that’s a sure winner this time.” 

… 

“I can’t do this.” Echo threw up his hands. 

Dogma glanced up from his own project. “Sure you can. There’s nothing that screams ‘Life Day’ more than a pair of mittens, and nothing says ‘I’ll be here to protect and provide for you’ more than the honorable discipline of knitting. Ow-” 

Throwing the ball of yarn at Dogma probably wouldn’t help him learn to knit, but it did make Echo feel sort of better. 

The plan that his brothers cooked up after the flower shop had not worked. And neither had the next. Or this one, apparently. 

In Hardcase’s defense, Echo hadn’t even attempted to put together a 60-piece marching band to parade down the bakery’s street for Life Day. But he had attempted to learn to play the guitar because, according to Jesse, every woman dreams of the day a man plays a guitar and sings for them as they awkwardly avoid eye contact and shuffle in their seats for lack of better things to do. While he was sure the love songs he had tried to learn were beautiful, Echo found out that he didn’t have the musical ability to portray them in any flattering manner. 

He was getting so desperate for a good plan, he’d even asked Rex one day, “Captain, if you were a beautiful baker, who was completely out of my league, what would you want for Life Day?” 

“For you to leave me alone, probably.” Was the only response he got. 

It had been weeks since he last met with her, weeks since she invited him to spend Life Day with her and started this whole mess. He knew that he couldn’t look her in the eyes until he had the perfect Life Day gift for her, but now that was Life Day Eve, Echo was getting hopeless.

Dogma glared at his brother. “You’re going to make me roll that ball back up, aren’t you?.” 

“Yup.” Echo met his glare. 

“Okay! New plan!” Kix jumped in. The entire room groaned in protest. “Shut it, all of you. I’ve listened to all of your awful ideas, I apologize to the woman you fool with them by the way, but I’ve got something you all don’t: a working brain.” More yarn balls got tossed in Kix’s direction along with insults that drowned out Dogma’s protests. 

“Echo,” Kix ignored them, “this girl seems like she’s really special. And really special girls aren’t going to be swayed by things. She’s probably already into you and just needs to know that you’re in love with her. All you need to do is tell her, and the best way to do that is with love letters. They’re simple, heartfelt, and genuine. Three things that women love.” The men in the room had quieted over Kix’s speech, and all seemed to be absentmindedly nodding as they thought this new plan over. 

“You’re right.” Echo stood up. “This is ridiculous. I just need to get it off my chest and tell her how I feel. A love letter is the perfect way to gift that.” Cheers erupted from the room this time. 

I’m proud of him. Fives thought as Echo sat down and began writing. This was really important to him, but he could probably give her a rock off the ground and she’d kiss him.

Good for him. Jesse thought as Echo threw away his first draft of his love letter. He’s really thinking about what he’s going to say. He’s making sure it comes out just right.

He’s dedicated, I’ll give him that. Dogma thought as he laid down to go to sleep, Echo still writing. It’s not his fault that he can’t understand the value of knitting, but I guess this is the next best thing.

That must be some letter. Tup thought when he rolled over a few hours later, Echo’s pile of discarded letters getting taller and taller. I hope she likes it.

What time even is it? Hardcase thought when he woke up in the very early hours of the morning, Has he been writing this whole time?

I’ve created a monster. Kix realized when he got up the next morning, seeing no trace of Echo, but a huge pile of crumpled up pieces of flimsi next to the desk that he had sat at all night long. Maker help that Baker. 

… 

“Happy Life Day, Echo!” You greeted the clone standing outside your door. He returned your grin with a smaller one. You noticed that he looked slightly disheveled and he seemed to be breathing a bit heavier than normal. Instead of pointing it out, you decided to politely ask, “How has your morning been?” 

“Awful.” Echo blurted before hastily correcting himself, “-ly great. I’ve had an awfully great morning. How about you?” 

“I guess my morning has been awfully great too.” You awkwardly shuffled aside, “Would you like to come in or…?” 

“Oh!” Echo quickly walked past you, and you noticed as he did so that he was carrying a large sack with him. It was made of dark green cloth and looked suspiciously like something you had seen other clones use to carry their gear. You found it odd, but decided not to mention it. Maybe clones had a regulation that stated they couldn’t go anywhere without their gear, and if him being able to wear the very flattering civilian clothes that he currently had on meant he had to carry around a giant sack everywhere, who were you to complain about it? 

“Thank you so much for coming. I know I kind of sprung the invitation on you.” You gestured to your table, which you had set for two people with a candle in the middle. You blushed as you realized that you just presented him with a candle light breakfast, but continued on. “I made a sort of late breakfast for us, and then I have a full day of Life Day activities planned for us. I really wanted to make sure you have the full experience for your first Life Day.” 

Echo prided himself in being a very observant and aware man, but he had not heard a word you had said after looking at the table. “It’s only us today?” 

Your smile faltered, “Yeah, I had planned the day for just the two of us, is that okay?”

“Yes!” Echo coughed to clear the eagerness out of his tone. “Yeah, that’s fine.” 

Echo had never been to your apartment, and so when he first got the comm asking him to meet you there, he got even more nervous than he already was. But his nerves were calmed as he looked around the room during breakfast. Your unique fingerprints were everywhere. Just like the bakery, every inch of this house was decked out in Life Day decorations. Little replicas of a decorated Tree of Life were scattered over various shelves and counters, garlands were hung with Life Day orbs, candles and other decorations covering everything. You even had a larger Tree of Life replica set up in your living room, also decorated to the nines. The entire house screamed the passion and love that you put into all things you care about, and the knot in Echo’s stomach loosened more and more with every minute he spent with you. 

Breakfast was amazing. You were a great baker, Echo already knew that, but you were excited to show him that you were an almost better cook. While the day had started off on a bit of a stumbling foot, conversation began to flow easily between the two of you as more time passed. It was nice to see Echo relaxed and smiling. You don’t really know when it started, but these days, your life seemed to revolve around the little moments you were able to spend with Echo. He was sweet and gentle with you, but you knew that he was also brave and courageous. You adored every aspect of him. You hoped that one day, you’d be able to openly show the depths of that adoration. The rest of the day seemed to fly by. The two of you decorated cookies, built orgabread houses, played games, and before you know it, you were snuggled up on the couch, large mugs of wroshyr louse syrup cocoa in hand, watching the third Life Day holofilm of the night. At some point between the start of the second holofilm and now, Echo had managed to sneak his arm across your shoulders, allowing you to bury yourself into his side. His warmth seeped to you, and you were well on your way to falling asleep when he mumbled, “Cyar’ika?”  

“Hm?” You didn’t know what the word meant, but you somehow knew he was referring to you. Lifting your head up, you met his gaze. How long had he been staring?

“When you first invited me over, I had no idea what Life Day was, but I did some research, and my brothers yelled at me, and now I think I have a pretty good idea of what it means. You’re really special to me, and my brothers told me that you give special people gifts on Life Day. So I spent the past few weeks, losing my mind, trying to find the perfect gift to give you.” A blush started to creep up his face, but he didn’t let that deter him, “I tried many things, and each one didn’t work, so I tried something else.” He carefully untangled himself from you and left the room. Before you were able to fully wonder where he went, he returned with the sack. “I couldn’t decide on one thing to get you. Each place I went to had something that reminded me of something that I like about you, but I like so much more than one thing about you and choosing which one to show you was impossible.”

He opened the sack and pulled out a necklace. It wasn’t anything big or flashy, but the chain was decorated with little pearls, “This isn’t the original necklace I looked at, the GAR doesn’t pay enough for that one,” Echo joked, “but it represents my point a little better, I think. When I looked at this, I saw all the little kindnesses that you do. Not just for me, but my brothers, other customers at your bakery, sometimes even just strangers off the street. I see a world that is mean and cruel everyday, but when I’m with you, I’m reminded of all the beauty and good that’s in it too.” A lump had formed in your throat, so the only thing that you could do was reach out and take the necklace. 

When you looked back up at him, he was holding out a single, purple flower, slightly crumpled from being held in a sack all day long. “I searched a flower shop for hours to find this. I don’t know what it’s called or where it’s from, but when I saw it, I knew exactly where it belonged.” He reached out and gently brushed your cheek as he settled the flower behind your ear. “Right there.” 

“Echo,” You smiled, starting to see where this was going, “thank you, I–” 

“I’m not finished.” Echo reached into the sack and started pulling out item after item. “I bought you mittens, sorry they’re not homemade, a music box, I didn’t have time to put together a 60 piece band, I even brought Jesse’s guitar!” Your eyes widened as he pulled the instrument out of the sack, along with pages and pages of flimsi with music written on it. “I wanted to find the perfect way to tell you how much you meant to me, but all I did was drive myself crazy and waste so much time. Because none of these things can possibly show how much I look forward to every moment that I spend with you, and every smile of yours that I get to see, and how much I love everything about you. I love you.”

A beat of silence fell over the both of you as you both processed the weight of Echo’s words. “I have a Life Day gift for you too. But you have to close your eyes before I give it to you.” Echo’s shock displayed on his face for a moment, but he nodded and dutifully closed his eyes. 

You took a deep breath. Echo’s leap of courage inspired you to take your own. You slowly leaned closer and closer into Echo, allowing yourself all the time you wanted to observe his features. His strong brow, sharp jawline, and full lips. You were most focused on those lips right now. Echo stiffened when you placed a hand on his shoulder for balance and when he began to feel your breath ghost over his lips. “I love you too.” You whispered, and then closed the gap.

Echo still had one gift that he hadn’t given you, but something told him he wouldn’t need that letter anymore. 

…

Echo loved his routine. He knew exactly what he was going to do, when he was going to do it, and what order it was going to be done. Once this transport touches down on Coruscant, Fives is going to throw his arm around Echo and shout something about “making sure that the pretty baker sets aside the good stuff for me.” Echo is going to laugh, shove his brother’s arm off his shoulder, and tell him that it didn’t matter what he brought back with him, anything from that bakery is “the good stuff.” They’ll go back and forth, with a few more brothers piping in here and there, but once those doors open, Echo’s gone. His legs take him straight to a little shop on a level slightly lower than planetside, straight to you, but now, he’s thinking about it a whole lot. 

Echo will walk into the shop, a little bell announcing his presence from above the door, and be hit with his favorite smell in the world, but now, a pair of eyes is already looking back at him. The baker will leave her post behind the counter, as fast as she can, and throw herself into his arms. And for the first time since he left you, Echo will feel like he’s home. 

[chocmarss]

Involved With You

Summary:

“They don’t like me.”

Surprisingly, Din shifted in place. “It’s not that. They think we have enough. But I know the Empire as much as you do, and I know what they’re capable of. It’d be an advantage to have someone who could cut them down faster before they try anything else.”

“And that would be me,” Luke smiled. “I heard a squad of Mandalorians would have overtaken a whole cruiser. You’ve been capable warriors for hundreds of years. What can I even offer?”

the mandalorian. dinluke. acquaintance to lovers. rated E (18+). 11.8k+ words.

Based on 50 A Softer World Prompts.

We can finally reveal our @smut-wars-exchange fics, and here’s my gift to ancslove!

I cannot help but notice we are sitting-in-a-tree. So, you know, maybe we could think of something to do… verb-wise. (I want us to gerund, essentially.)

“Republic’s getting rid of the Donut.”

Mike didn’t stop wiping the pint in his hand as he squinted through the windows, the corner of his eyes wrinkling in a way that was too familiar. “Really?”

“Yeah,” the Sullustan said, still peering over his shoulder with his large black eyes, schadenfreude writhing in their depths. With the olive green faded and stained, the cuffed gloves he took off were starting to unravel at the seams. “It’s been, what, fifteen, twenty years since it was installed and then pebbled by ‘em kids? I lost count.”

The ‘pebbles’ were actually rocks that were the size of a Wookie’s fist, picked up from the remains of the construction site the Empire left behind with the rest of the trash after they built the thirty-floored spherical building with a hole in it. Rodents and wild animals resided in between the wreck and stank, and it had taken the quick action of their people to contain the sickness that took more than they should have gone through.

Someone had gotten hold of one of the trucks. A rock was tied to the paddle with a piece of rope, pressing onto the gas, and the people had witnessed the destruction the truck caused when it crashed through the transparisteel double doors of the main entrance.

Just less than a decade ago, that was where the elite and Imperial officers would hold their meetings; a spread of their finest local dishes with all varieties of smell and taste, spicy and sweet, their textures like honey that melted in their mouths. Toniray wine and attar of spinsilk would bubble in flute glasses, acting as barriers between senators who hated each other, lies upon lies flowing through their mouths like the bottomless drinks offered to them.

The people of Bastion turned even more remorseless.

Luke knew the Sullustan worked in the mines. He knew the older man was one of those who looked on when a crowd watched their fellow citizens wrecked justice on the eye-sore that leeched them of their basic rights to live and survive.

There was a certain satisfaction in watching a fascist regime collapse under their own hands. Whatever remaining Imperial disdain towards the working class, the poor, had fled with the rest of their friends, and Bastionans were more than happy to chase them off the planet with their roar of triumph.

“That long, huh?” Mike was already filling the pint with Corellian ale. “Feels shorter, sometimes.”

“Sometimes,” the Sullustan reminded him, taking a sip of his drink. “Most times, my blind tortoise would’ve moved faster, bless her little soul.

“Dread’s a hell of a drug, I’ll give you that,” Mike crossed the space and set the drink down in front of Luke. “Here ya go, Luke. One ale.”

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Hi! I hope you are doing well. I had a fun question for you! When you are writing and choosing ticklish spots for characters, how do you decide where a character is most ticklish? I like to write little stories sometimes and I feel like I tend to make all my favorite characters have all my most ticklish spots since they are my favorite ones to read about, but it gets repetitive after a while having every character be most ticklish in the same exact spots. Thanks and I hope you have a good day

This is my favorite question I've gotten in a long time, so thank you!!

Since I'm not ticklish, I don't know what certain sensations would feel like and where/how so I usually base spots or their "worst spot" on specific character traits. I'll use a few of my fics as an example:

Best Asset, Biggest Weakness - For Sanji, making his legs ticklish was a no brainer for me. The man is always on his feet and his fighting style is based on his kicks and legs. Making his legs stupidly ticklish on top of them being one of the most important things to him, priceless. Also the One Piece community all lowkey accept this as canon lol

For Zoro, while it's not really shown in the fic, I think his worst spots are under his arms and lower abdomen. His fighting style is sword based, so most of his strength is in his arms. Making the spot just beneath his arms be the place that makes him drop his swords and squeal is just priceless. His abs would also be stupid ticklish as a lot of his training is for core strength, so post-timeskip, having his abs still being super ticklish even after all his training would be adorable (and this area is normally covered, despite being shirtless often.)

Certain Conditions - Tyler is a celebrity and throughout the movie, we see him posing with fans and receiving touch from many people. I made his knees ticklish as it would be one of the only places no one would ever touch in a majority of his general interactions. Resting a hand on a person's leg is usually a more romantic gesture in a lot of situations. Thus, this being a spot that only Kate would touch just makes sense!

Sensation - Han is a pretty closed off person. He's the kind of person that would shy away from touch and be very aware of his surroundings; having mental and physical barriers up at all times. I mention that the only time Luke had ever seen Han be tickled was by Chewie, the only person Han has ever really trusted until meeting the twins. Han would put down his barriers for Chewie and be more okay with being touched, but he always would probably expect some shenanigans from the Wookie so he still is able to hold back his reactions. I had his feet be his worst spot (which is wild because I never do anything with feet tickling for multiple reasons) because it is the one spot that is always covered and no one would ever (accidentally) touch for whatever reason. They're super ticklish because it's the one spot he wouldn't expect to have to think about when it comes to physical touch.

Some of my earlier fics and fics for fandoms I'm not super familiar with I find a bit more difficult or I will just choose a spot based on other fics I have read or general headcanons from others. For instance, I have a few Supernatural fics, which I was never really into Supernatural, but I had prompts that I knew would be fun to write. The entire community headcanons that Dean's hips are his worst spot, so I just went with that!

I hope all of this makes sense and that you and others find this process interesting!

Feel free to ask any other questions about anything! I love answering all sorts of questions :)