#sev thots

[handledwithgloves]

*miniature version of ur bff spawns before you*

[starrylothcat]

Bestie!!! Idk if you're still taking these but if you are, may I please request "you taste like heaven" or "let me stay like this in you for a little bit. " with our beloved Captain Rex?

Heaven

Pairing: Captain Rex x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Smut. Female receiving cunnilingus. A lil teasing/edging. Need I say more? ;)

WC: 490

A/N: I bestow this self indulgent work upon thee 🙇🏻‍♀️. I’m having fun with these naughty prompts, ya’ll are serving up some juicy thots. Enjoy my friend 🥰

When Rex finally lowered his mouth to your desperately wet cunt, you couldn’t hold back the deprived sound that left your lips.

Rex had been teasing you for what felt like hours, kissing and lavishing your inner thighs, barely brushing his lips and fingers over your needy pussy, never giving you what you truly wanted.

You were a quivering, sweaty mess, your words barely coherent as you begged him for more.

Rex let out a pleasured grunt, not able to keep up his Captain charade much longer as he tasted what you were offering him.

Rex languidly circled his skilled tongue around your entrance, still teasing as he gently sucked on your clit.

You writhed, crying out, needing him to give you more.

“Rex…” You panted, not caring how desperate you sounded. “Please…”

Rex hummed into your folds, wanting to draw this out a little longer.

“The longer I take, the more you’ll cum on my tongue.” He locked eyes with you, taking his mouth off your sex momentarily to huskily whisper his desire, before licking a long, slow stripe up your cunt. “It will be worth it, I promise, mesh’la.”

You were white-knuckling the sheets now, sounds you weren’t sure you’d ever made before ripped from your throat, unsure how much longer you could take his teasing.

“R-Rex…” You were so close, teetering on the edge of implosion, almost delirious with want.

Rex must have decided you’ve finally had enough, latching on to your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue in the most delicious, mind-shattering rhythm that hurled you over the edge.

You didn’t care that you were sobbing, your body tensing and toes curling, pleasure so extreme and white-hot you thought you may never come back down from this heaven.

Rex held down your spasming body, working you through the endless waves of ecstasy as you thrashed under his hold.

Rex was right, his face was soaked from your release, feeling it drip down your thighs as he tried to lap up every drop.

You finally settled, gasping for air, voice hoarse and boneless on the bed as Rex gently kissed your folds. Satiated, he climbed up on top of you, gazing down, proud of his work.

“You taste like heaven, mesh’la.” He dropped his mouth to yours, giving you a taste of the nectar he pulled from you. “Told you it would be worth it.”

You could barely speak, your body still thrumming from your intense climax, grasping at his short buzz, needing him close.

You were finally able to string together a coherent sentence, your desire re-igniting as you felt his rock-hard cock press against your soaked thigh.

You brought your lips to his ear, his ragged breath hot on your cheek.

“Now it’s my turn to get a taste of heaven, Captain.”

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Dividers by @dystopicjumpsuit

[littlemissmanga]

The Bad Batch Finale - Thoughts and Thanks

Before I get into spoiler territory, I want to say the most sincere "thank you" I've ever mustered to this fandom.

I've been in fan spaces before, going back almost 15 years - most of that on Tumblr, to boot. I've been in inactive fandoms, small fandoms, big fandoms and "we're watching new episodes together in real time" fandoms ...

And none of them have ever given this sense of community and support. Ever.

There really is something special about The Clone Wars/Bad Batch fans, even within the Prequel lovers or Star Wars fans in general that breeds this kind of sentiment. It's truly unique and I found it at a time in my life when I was the most isolated physically from my support network and struggling to make new friends and connections IRL.

I cannot express in words just how much you all saved me with your validation and support.

The Shades of Blue series was the first fanfic I actually felt comfortable leaving a comment for on Tumblr, and the amazing @the-rain-on-kamino's kind and loving reaction gave me the courage to start writing fanfiction again. Not only that, but actually sharing it for the first time in years.

And after that, everyone else came in one at a time. From @deejadabbles and @sev-on-kamino's delightful, rabid and enabling reactions to my unhinged thots, to @wings-and-beskar supporting my unhealthy Wrecker obsession, to @l-lend being an absolute example of how to engage and interact in fan spaces to make room for everyone, to @wild-karrde, our bastion of supportive engagement and creative celebration (and a kickass writer in her own right) ... you all helped me come out of my shell in ways I can't express in words besides thank you.

@dystopicjumpsuit, @freesia-writes. @anxiouspineapple99, @dickarchivist, @wizardofrozz @523rdrebel

@starrylothcat @starqueensthings @the-bad-batch-baroness @multi-fan-dom-madnessand @moonlightwarriorqueen

You all have listened to my rambles, thoughts, and vent sessions - whether about fandom stuff or not - and I hope I've been able to return a fraction of that support.

@daimyosprincess, girl you get a whole special shoutout for the levels of depravity you encourage my thots to get to :D

And there are so many more!! People I may not talk to frequently (cause sending DMs gives me anxiety), but I see you commenting, liking, reblogging when I post and posting your own amazing writing or art for me to moon over.

@cyarbika, @madameminor, @spacemagicandlaserswords @merkitty49 @vodika-vibes

@kimiheartblade @nika6q @arcsimper5

@soaringthroughthegalaxy @sunshinesdaydream @sinfulsalutations and so so many more.

THANK YOU ALL FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART

I'll still be around simping after our favorite clones. I hope you'll keep joining me.

Now, on to the spoilers!

I have to say overall, I like this conclusion. It's the happy ending we wanted, but if feels earned. I love that the boys got to grow old in peace with Omega. I love that their dedication to one another is reaffirmed and upheld as the strength it is, rather than - as Hemlock saw it - a weakness to exploit. And I loved that last little scene. It felt like a fanfic and I say that lovingly. It felt like the writers and animators put together the fic we all know would have happened if they left the ending on that fadeout of the Batch next to the tree on Pabu. And that felt like a kiss on the forehead as a fan.

Now here's what I didn't like.

I didn't like that they clearly rushed the end. Pacing wise, there were so many moments that were slowed down so you can feel the emotional impact ... but the editing of the scenes around them made this slower pace a mistake to me.

Like when Echo and Omega are sending Emerie and the kids away ... they all hug and take time to talk about their plan. BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TIME. We know Hemlock has the others. We know Tarkin is on his way. YOU DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THIS SCENE TO HAPPEN HERE and Echo of all people would be on that, moving everyone along as he is trained to do. It feels artificial because we go from high intensity and fast paced to slow and dragging when nothing from the fast paced scene had been resolved. I think this could have been different if the scene with the kids in the hanger came before the Batch gets in to the hanger and knocked out. It would be a break from the fast pace of the Zillo escape, but without the immediate urgency of a rescue weighing over them (and us! I was having heart palpitations!). It also would then match the tone and sentiment of the scene between Hunter, Wrecker and Crosshair in the woods ("Omega needs all of us.").

These pacing issues are editing issues, and I think we're really seeing how post-production was truncated to get this out on time (or possible pre-production and storyboarding was truncated). I hate that production studios are making this practice more common to cut costs. We will wait longer for better quality storytelling.

My final example of this is Crosshair's story resolution. It doesn't happen. He still thinks he deserves to die on Tantiss (the sentiment from S3 Ep1) and even though Hunter and Wrecker tell him otherwise, we don't know if he internalizes that. And his climax is about trusting Omega to know what to do to take the shot. But Crosshair has (in this season) shown he always trusts Omega. It would have been better if his hand was still shaking and Hunter said "Omega trusts you. You'll make this shot." so that the external conflict for Crosshair is resolved by resolving his internal conflict and trusting himself as his family does. And it would leave Hunter's climax the same - trusting Omega as an competent member of the team.

It just feels rushed. Or like an abstract painting that almost looks like a real object, but just a little blurry. They almost stuck a perfect landing, but just missed the mark a bit.

I also hate how this means Wrecker gets fuck all resolution. The entire last episode was a really intriguing challenge for him. He knows Cross is off his game and Hunter is getting desperate and reckless again ... just as he is almost entirely knocked out of the fight from an injury. Him, the strong one. That should have been a great moment of growth for him. That he doesn't keep going because he always can -- which is very much how he comes across in TCW S7 and TBB S1 -- but that he actively makes himself the strong one, the supportive one, because that's what his family needs.

But no, we didn't get that. We didn't get any insight into Wrecker at all, despite him being the one to free his brothers enough for them to save Omega (and he saved Echo, too!). And then he doesn't speak again, though we see how banged up he is. I get it was less of a focus throughout the series, but man they didn't need to sideline my husband like that.

And finally, Tech.

Look, I may be delulu, but contextually, there was plenty of evidence that CX-2 was Tech. From speech and mannerisms to his blatant disregard for orders, to the seemingly personal level he took his missions.

But it's more than that - why show us this big tense moment of him breaking onto Phee's ship, which the focus being on Phee sensing him near? Why not just have that in the dialog with Hemlock the way Cid's confession was? That would have saved so much time that could have been put elsewhere. Why have such a focus on him in the marketing?

I'm not mad that Tech is dead. Let me make that clear. The showrunners said from the start they killed Tech to prove there are real, lasting consequences to characters' decisions. And I can respect that. And I can understand and appreciate the interpretation that CX-2 wasn't meant to rep Tech, but rather what the Empire can turn clones into, a threat to them all not just in the danger CX-2 poses, but the danger if they get caught.

And that's fair ... but then it could (and should have) been any and every CX trooper to fit that bill. There was no need to waste time and attention on one in particular.

And to be, that also ignores the clear wall of contextual and subtextual evidence that a reveal was planned. The posters are a great example.

Here is the Batch in the final poster:

And here is CX-2

He's standing at Crosshair's right, just out of frame. The lighting matches and he's even looking up to the right just like the rest of his brothers. The line of light cutting his left side even matches the one cutting above Crosshair's right side.

All the other posters showing Bad Batch adversaries has them lit more darkly or in shadow and has unique posing and positioning that do not reflect our heroes.

Why are we styling a brainwashed clone like one of the Batchers artistically? That's a weird choice.

I think the some big wigs wanted him back and others didn't want to water down the impact of his death and we're seeing that confusion and conflict on screen, when we really shouldn't. IDK if Disney was pushing it or the showrunners but either way, going halfsies and changing your mind (and impacting the resolutions we got because of it) is not a good look, especially from a studio like Disney/Lucasfilm. I'm not blaming Dave or Jen wholly, but we the audience should never be able to see the writer's room when we watch, and that's all I was able to see with this.

(My own husband was like "we are supposed to think that's Tech, right?" and he's not really a Bad Batch fan, he just indulges me.)

Alright, that's all I got. I'm happy with how my comfort show ended, I'll write fanfic to cover the pieces I don't agree with personally, and I'll remain ever grateful and supportive of the community who gave me this most precious gift.

I love you all.

And may the force be with you.

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Thank you for the kind words! So glad you enjoyed it! Sev has me in such a chokehold. Every time I write a chapter, I think, "Okay, this is it. This is the one that will finally exorcise him from my brain." And each time, it just gets worse! It's a sickness, I tell you.

Turn It Up When You're Gone (3/? - Kriff it, it's a series now)

This is just straight smut, friends. Absolute filth. There is no plot to be found. If you want to know more context, I recommend starting here, and then reading this.

Rating: Mature/18+/Minors DNI

Pairing: Sev x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2.1k

Summary: Sev is a connoisseur of cake, and he's just getting started.

Warnings: SMUT; voice kink; body worship; erotic massage; rimming/ass play; masturbation

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Sev breathes hard as you slide your hand down his body. You feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek, feel his harsh gasps against your hair. His hips flex against you as you stroke his erection through the body glove. Before you can explore much further, though, his hand settles over yours, bringing your movements to a halt.

“Oh, darling,” he says, his voice a deep rumble against your ear. “Did you think I was finished with you? I’m just getting started.”

He brings your hand to his mouth and presses his lips to your wrist, then, holding you securely in his strong arms, he rises from the floor, lifting you with him. He notices the way your legs tremble as you stand, and he supports you with an arm wrapped around your waist as he guides you to your bunk. The backs of your knees collide with the edge of the bed, and he lowers you gently onto the mattress.

He straddles you, looming over you, and you have the odd thought that you should feel smothered or claustrophobic under his bulk, but instead you feel… safe. Protected. He touches you with astonishing gentleness, as though you are something precious and fragile. His fingers are warm against your skin as he trails them softly across your cheek, down your neck, across your collarbone. He slides his hand beneath your head as he leans forward to kiss you.

His lips taste like you, and you’re a little startled by how much you like it. As Sev pins you to the bed, he overwhelms your senses until all you can see is his eyes, and all you can taste is his tongue, and all you can feel is the slide of his hands against you, and all you can smell is his skin, and all you can hear is his deep, deep voice as he groans against your lips. His kiss lights up your entire body, and almost unconsciously, you roll your pelvis against him, desperate for stimulation. His strong, thick thighs hold you in place, though, and only allow you the tiniest range of motion. You wrap your arms around him and dig your fingers into the muscles of his back, and he lets out a growl of pleasure that makes your skin prickle in response.

“Kark me, your mouth is enough to make me believe in god,” he says as he finally breaks the kiss. “Your lips are so soft, and oh, fuck, that tongue.”

“You should see what else my tongue can do,” you whisper. You draw one hand around his body and reach for the autofastener of his body glove. “Let me just—”

He grabs your wrist and pins it to the bed. You snap your eyes to his, startled.

“Not yet, little one,” he says. 

You give your wrist a little tug, and he releases you immediately. 

“Did I hurt you?” he asks.

“No,” you say. “I liked it.”

He sucks in a breath, and his pupils flare, consuming the clear amber of his eyes in their inky depths.

“Did you?” he asks, his voice dropping to an even deeper register, and fuck, you could just close your eyes and listen to him talk for hours. “Good to know. I’ll keep that in mind for next time. But I have plans for you tonight.”

“What kind of plans?” you ask.

You don’t realize you’ve caught your bottom lip between your teeth until Sev fixes his intent gaze on your mouth. You release your lip, and he strokes his thumb across it. Remembering what he’d said in his recording, you swipe the tip of your tongue over the pad of his thumb. He slips it into your mouth, and you scrape your teeth over it gently. He withdraws his hand and rests it softly across your throat as he lowers his mouth to yours in an all-consuming kiss. He holds you lightly; not hard enough to cut off your circulation or breathing, but firm enough that you can feel your blood pulsing against him, and the lightheadedness makes all your sensations feel even more overwhelming. 

You whimper as you try again to lever your hips up off the mattress and into him. You can feel the rigid length of his cock pressing against your body, but he holds back, and you can feel what that self-control costs him in the tensity of his muscles.

“Please, Sev,” you gasp. “I want you so badly.” 

He drags his mouth down your neck and chest, and then—FUCK! He bites your breast. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to karking hurt.

“What the hell?” you demand indignantly, before releasing a soft, pleasurable, “Ohhh.”

His tongue glides over the painful mark, the gentle heat soothing the ache and sending waves of pleasure lapping across your skin. Your hands rise unbidden to his head, and you tease your fingers through his curls.

“Too much?” he asks.

“No,” you reply, a little uncertainly.

“I won’t do it again unless you want me to,” he says.

“I think I do,” you confess. “But maybe work up to it next time.”

“As you wish,” he says, dropping one final, light kiss onto your breast. He shifts his weight so he’s no longer pinning you to the mattress, and with a single dexterous movement, he flips you over onto your belly. “Kriffing hell, you have an incredible ass.”

His tone falls somewhere between lust and awe, and you feel his strong hands sweep up the back of your thighs and onto your ass, his fingers kneading into the flesh and muscle. He works his hands over you in long, languid strokes, massaging your hips, thighs, lower back, and buttocks with a hypnotically relaxing thoroughness, and you let out an involuntary moan as your eyes flutter closed in bliss.

Sev slides his palms firmly up your back and in between your shoulders, rubbing circles into the muscles, and then working his way back down. When his hands reach your ass, you feel the subtle rasp of his facial hair scrape against your skin as his mouth descends on you. He kisses and licks and nibbles his way across your buttocks, and his fingers tease your entrance.

You shift to give him better access, and with a deep growl, he grabs you by the hips and lifts you until you’re on your knees before him, face pressed into your pillow as he buries his mouth in you. He swirls his tongue over your clit, and then dives into your cunt as his hot breath fans against your ass, and holy mother of the Force, the noises he makes are intoxicating. His grunts vibrate against your tender skin, making you squirm with pleasure. He devours you like a man starved, and soon his fingers slide between your labia as he works his mouth backward toward the smooth, sensitive ring of your anus. He flicks his tongue over you, and your body lurches away reflexively as you let out a guttural curse. Sev freezes, then starts to pull away, but you press back against him.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” you say raggedly, and that is all he needs to hear.

He snakes one arm around your thighs and pulls you firmly against his face as his other hand continues to work your cunt, stretching you out and circling your clit with purposeful strokes. You hear him rumble with pleasure as he explores your ass with his mouth, and just when you think he couldn’t possibly take you to a higher point of ecstasy, he slides his tongue into you, and you shatter with a hoarse scream.

Sev clamps his strong arm around your thighs and pins you against him, ruthlessly tongue-fucking you through your orgasm and not stopping until you are a twitching, sobbing mess. When at last he pulls away from you, he crawls up the bed and lies down on his side, drawing your back up against his solid warmth as he kisses your shoulder and strokes his hand across your limbs in a calming rhythm.

You shudder almost uncontrollably in his embrace, but then you realize that he is still wearing that damned body glove, and you twist yourself around to face him.

“Take this off,” you murmur, trailing your fingertips across his chest. “I want to see you.”

He hesitates, not meeting your eyes. “I don’t think that’s a great idea.”

“Why not?” you ask, confused.

“I’ve been wearing this thing for three days. I’ve been in debriefings all day. I didn’t have time to shower.”

You blink. “Sev, you just had your tongue in my ass, and you’re worried about how you smell?”

“Of the two of us, I’m the only one who’s smelled both, and I can tell you, your ass is better. Trust me, babydoll. You don’t want me to take this thing off.”

You try to cajole him, but he is adamant.

“If you want a shower, why don’t you just use my refresher?” you ask at last.

He has not stopped caressing your limbs, but his hand pauses its progress at your offer, and something vulnerable and confused flickers in his eyes.

“Your refresher?” he repeats as though he doesn’t understand the question.

“Unless you don’t want to, of course. No pressure,” you say, hoping that you’re not putting him on the spot.

“No, it’s not that,” he says. “It’s just, nobody has ever—I’ve only ever used the communal showers before.”

You remember the bleak austerity of the clone barracks you saw in the short clip of Sev’s helmet feed, and you swallow down your guilt and rage at the shittiness of the hand that’s been dealt to these brave, extraordinary men.

“You can use mine any time you want,” you offer impulsively. 

He is quiet for a moment, eyes roaming over your face, looking for something only he knows. Finally, he nods. “Thanks. I’ll make it quick.”

“Take as long as you need. I’m not going anywhere,” you say. He rises and crosses to your small refresher, but before he goes inside, you add, “If you toss your body glove out, I’ll run it through my sonic washer for you.”

“Thanks,” he says after a pause.

Sev looks curiously around your small refresher. It’s cramped and plain, but the idea of having a private refresher all to himself seems an unfathomable luxury. Everywhere he looks, he sees small glimpses into your life. The room is scrupulously clean, and there’s no hint of the dank smells of mildew and body odor that pervade every communal refresher he’s ever used. He performs a quick recon of the wall cabinet and finds your toothbrush and other toiletry items, as well as a bewildering assortment of mysterious small jars and vials. 

Not wanting to take too long and arouse suspicion, he strips out of his blacks and cracks open the door to drop them outside. Your offer to wash his blacks had been an even bigger surprise than your willingness to share your refresher, and to be frank, he hadn’t been sure how to respond. His first instinct had been to refuse—it was too intimate a task to expect of someone he’d just met, even if his tongue had been inside you mere minutes before. But you had offered willingly, and the prospect of showering only to have to put back on the filthy garment had convinced him.

He steps into your shower, and the water turns on automatically. He stretches his neck under the hot spray, willing the tense muscles in his neck and shoulders to relax. He is exhausted. Delta squad’s mission hadn’t been any worse than usual, but it had still been three grueling days of fighting. Still, it had been worth powering through his fatigue to feel your warm, soft body beneath him. 

His cock is still achingly hard, and the sensation of his slippery hands as he soaps up is almost too much for him. He would take care of himself right now, if you weren’t waiting on the other side of that door. Maybe it’s not such a bad idea—rub out a quick one so he can last longer with you.

Your soap isn’t the harsh, medicinal-smelling kind issued by the GAR. It smells fresh and clean, and he recognizes the scent from your skin. He leans his head against the shower wall, imagining it’s your hands working his cock, that it’s your skin he smells, and not just your soap. He knows you are waiting for him, so he picks up the pace, jerking himself in a tight, frantic grip. He is close, so fucking close, when he hears a soft knock. He freezes, eyes going wide.

“Sev?” he hears you call. “Want some company?”

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Masterlist

I am physically incapable of letting Sev get off. What is wrong with me? I promise, the next chapter will finally be his time to shine.

Taglist: @secondaryrealm @blueink-bluesoul @spicy-clones @wings-and-beskar @523rdrebel @goblininawig @merkitty49 @anxiouspineapple99

Also tagging @pb-jellybeans because it seemed like you might be interested in a follow-up.

[dukeoftheblackstar]

Doesn't always have to be opposites attract. Want me some double menaces! 😈😈😈

I want to a read a fic about clones meeting S/Os with the same energy. Like:

Fives meeting a fem version of himself is absolute chaos. Imagine the headache Rex is gonna get (ooh, I sent someone an ask on this). Fives probably fist bumping his girlfriend for setting the world on fire... Twice.

Wolffe meeting a big-hearted, stern, no-nonsense alpha bitch, yass please. Everything is probably so damn organized and they'd be so baby girls about it when they do discreet touching while at work like teeheeee ♥ but not here bby girl xD

Fox meeting an equally overworked, would die for you but not today because I have work, baby girl? Them having stale coffee mugs everywhere and having cute, fun banter on whose bags are deeper and act all sus over eyebag masks because they sure as hell know not enough eyebag masks out there is gonna work.

Y'all know them clone boys better than me. HC's anyone? Wanna hear your thoughts/thots

NPT on clone experts ♥ @freesia-writes @vodika-vibes @mandos-mind-trick @starrrgazingbunny @kimiheartblade @sev-on-kamino @arcsimper5 @cloneloverrrrr @wolffegirlsunite @dystopicjumpsuit @starrylothcat and other writers because I'm bad with handles ;---;

[reader6898]

Smutty and romantic thots ahead

Wolffe loves taking Talia slowly from behind. On the good days Talia reminds him that it's okay to take things slow so that's what our grumpy commander does. Wolffe will lay Talia down on her stomach and slowly and intimately rut into her . This will go on for hours as they whisper sweet nothings to each other between kisses and hold each other close with their hands linked together. And after giving Talia many orgasms, because her pleasure comes first, Wolffe will finally let go. He will pick up his speed and once he's close he will ask Talia where to put it, which is either on her butt or stomach. Wolffe loves it as he can mark himself on her but if she tells him to come inside her? All bets are off. Wolffe will groan as soon as he hears the word *inside* and pick up the pace just a little bit more. Wolffe will be letting out the most sinful noises because this beautiful woman has managed to weave her way into his heart and bring him to his knees. And after a few more grunts and thrusts Wolffe will spill himself inside of her. As Wolffe spills himself of her, Talia also manages to have one more orgasm because the thought of Wolffe truly marking her as his makes her just a little bit horny. Both of them will ride out their highs together and once they come down they will lie there in total bliss and silence. They continue to hold each other and give one another the occasional kiss. Wolffe will quickly check in with Talia to make sure she's okay and once he's satisfied that she is Wolffe will slowly pull himself out of her. Wolffe will quickly grab a rag and a cup of water from the fresher before walking back to the bed. Wolffe will clean Talia up first then himself while she drinks the water that he brought. Once he's satisfied with everything he will crawl back into bed and pull Talia into his arms. They will talk to one another until Talia becomes sleepy and once she is asleep Wolffe will lie awake for a while and just hold her because the thought of losing her scares him. After some time Wolffe finally manages to close his eyes and follows Talia into a deep sleep.

On the bad days when one or both of them need to destress, Talia let's Wolffe take whatever he wants and vice versa. If they are in a supply closet Wolffe will pound Talia from behind with her pants down to her knees to let out his stress. He also does this if Talia needs him. Talia can be quite the moaner when she's with Wolffe so sometimes he will have to put a hand over her mouth just to keep her quiet, even if he enjoys it. If they are in each other's private quarters Talia will be on all fours with Wolffe pounding into her as he holds her hips. If Talia is the one that needs him Wolffe will lie on his back and watch as Talia rides him. This is also another favorite position of his because he can watch as she takes what she wants from him and look at the pleasured look on her face. Wolffe also enjoys watching Talia's breasts bounce up and down and he likes to cup them in his large hands. Both of them aways check in afterwards.

Both of them aren't into quickies but if they are horny and need each other but don't have the time they will find a supply closet or an empty room and give each other oral. Once or twice they have also ended up giving each other oral in the medbay when it's empty just before a mission.

Sorry, my hand slipped and this one got away from me 🤭

Tagging: @sinfulsalutations @anxiouspineapple99 @wings-and-beskar @multi-fan-dom-madness @sev-on-kamino @starrylothcat @dystopicjumpsuit

[deejadabbles]

i want wrecker’s fingers so bad

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

hi, fellow cell block S resident 🥰 might I be so bold (read:filthy) as to request:

"I want to hear you beg." possibly with a side of "You look better with my hands around your neck."

with Mei & Thalia 👀

Sev! you know exactly what to ask to get the thot wheels spinning. I hope this is worth the wait >:)

Beg

Summary: Mei and Thalia don't often have time for just them, so they take advantage of every opportunity they get.

Warnings: 18+ minors scram; OC x OC, Thalia is @sev-on-kamino's delightful Jedi OC, and Mei is my own nobody mechanic; sapphic sex, oral (f receiving), begging, teasing, vague reference to Sawbones, author is bad at endings, dividers by @dystopicjumpsuit

Word Count: 438

Thalia always looks so good like this, spread on her back, her dark auburn hair splayed around her like a halo, her cheeks flushed and chest heaving. Kneeling at the foot of the bed with the Jedi’s legs slung over her shoulders, Mei presses chaste, teasing kisses to the insides of Thalia’s thighs. She exhales a warm breath over Thalia’s soaked folds, delighting in the way that Thalia squirms, frustrated whines slipping from her throat. 

“You know the rules, darling,” Mei says. She presses her forearm across Thalia’s hips to keep her still. “I want to hear you beg.” 

“Mei,” Thalia whimpers. 

“Mm?” Mei ducks her head to press a close-mouthed kiss directly above Thalia’s clit, and can’t help but inhale the Jedi’s natural scent. 

Thalia’s heels dig into Mei’s back. “P-Please!” 

Mei smirks against her slick folds, the answer springing to her lips, but she holds it in. While she wouldn’t trade this arrangement for the world, she knows both of them are missing their third while he’s away on campaign. It wouldn’t be fair of Mei to use one of his lines when he isn’t even here to witness it. 

So instead, she says, “Please what?” 

Audibly swallowing, Thalia raises her head at last to meet Mei’s gaze. Eyes dark with desire and shiny with desperation, Thalia worries her plush bottom lip between her teeth. 

“Please,” she repeats, “I need your mouth on me so bad.” 

Mei hums, pleasure spreading through her. “Always such a good girl for me.” 

“Yes!” Thalia gasps out. “Always for yo-oh!” 

Without waiting any longer, Mei dips her head and licks a stripe up Thalia’s pussy, eyes fluttering shut at her taste, a needy groan falling from her and vibrating against the other woman’s slick skin. Lips sealing around Thalia’s clit, Mei circles around the sensitive nub with the tip of her tongue, eyes glued to Thalia’s face. Gentle fingers tangle into Mei’s hair, and she rumbles with pleasure at the light scratching against her scalp.

Mei sets a slow pace, one designed to keep Thalia aroused but unable to finish—she needs the Jedi to beg as badly as Thalia needs to cum. 

“Mei, please! You feel so good, your tongue feels so—ah!—good.” Thalia tightens her grip on Mei’s hair as Mei slips her tongue into Thalia’s entrance. “Just like that.” 

Words flowing over her like rain, Mei snakes her free hand down between her own thighs to catch herself up to the other woman. She can tell just by the pitch of Thalia’s moans how close she is—and she’s determined for them to cum together, one way or another.

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[dystopicjumpsuit]

Turn It Up When You're Gone (2/2)

The conclusion... Or is it? Posting these has got my thots going again, so I may need to write another installment. UPDATE: I did it. Also, this chapter has one of my favorite lines I've ever written. Guess which one?

Rating: Mature/18+/Minors DNI

Pairing: Sev x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2.4k

Summary: Delta Squad is back on board your Star Destroyer, and Sev is determined to make up for lost time. Reader is about to learn that commandos do it better.

Warnings: SMUT; voice kink, praise kink, body worship, facef*cking (but not like you expect)

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Delta squad is back on the Guarlara two days later. You know this because they stroll casually into the mess while you’re eating breakfast. You almost stab yourself in the face with your fork when the one with the blood-red paint turns and looks right at you. Your eyes widen, and you can feel the heat rush to your cheeks.

“Girl, you good?” Jeelee asks, noticing your agitation.

“Yeah, I just—uh, I realized I need to—I forgot, um—” you stammer.

You can practically see Sev’s smirk behind his helmet. 

Cocky bastard.

“I need to stop by the, uh, med bay before my shift starts,” you finish lamely.

“Are you all right?” Drinna asks, concern evident in their wide eyes.

“Yeah,” you say. “Just, uh, lady problems.”

“What kind of lady problems?” Draa asks, confused.

Jeelee and Drinna send pitying glances at the clone trooper. 

“Sorry, was that too nosy?” the clone asks with a sheepish expression. “I just don’t have much experience, is all.”

“That’s okay, Draa,” you reassure him. “You should ask the medic to explain it.”

You excuse yourself and make a beeline out of the mess. You’ve listened to Sev’s recording more times than you care to admit, and you aren’t quite prepared to face him in front of an audience of dozens of clones—not to mention the coworkers who already know about your crush.

When you reach your workstation, your message indicator light is blinking.

“Tactical, this RC-1207. Any trouble with those feeds?”

You record a response. “No trouble, 1207. Everything came through loud and clear. If you want to run another diagnostic, be sure to do it after 2100 hours when the feeds update.”

There. That ought to do it. Subtle enough not to raise any eyebrows if anyone overhears, and obvious enough for him to figure it out.

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When you return to your quarters promptly at 2100 hours, Sev is already waiting for you, helmet and gloves removed and resting on the floor. He stands up from his seat on the edge of your bunk as the door slides open to admit you. You step inside quickly and close the door.

“Hi,” you say. You sound nervous, even to yourself.

“Hi,” he replies.

You’ve had all day to think about this. For hours, your mind has tormented you with erotic fantasies, heating your skin and leaving you drenched and slippery. You have imagined Sev’s large hands touching you everywhere, his talented mouth drifting over your body as he tells you all the filthy, delicious things he wants to do to you, the fullness of his cock as he stretches you out.

But now that he’s here, in the flesh, in your space, you feel awkward. He’s a big man, even bigger in his armor, and the small room feels crowded with both of you inside. You aren’t sure what to say, or what to do with your hands. They’ve taken on a mind of their own, fluttering in front of you, fidgeting with your cuffs, and finally wrapping around your waist in a self-soothing embrace. Sev also seems unsure what to do, and it occurs to you that you’ve invited a total stranger into your bunk. 

“I’m Sev,” he says.

“I know,” you nod. “I heard on the feeds.”

“Should I just call you ‘tactical’?” he asks. “I want to make sure I’m yelling the right name all night.”

You laugh and tell him your name.

“Can I touch you?” he asks.

“Yes, please,” you whisper.

You expect him to go straight for the goods, so it’s a surprise when he takes your hand and draws it away from your body. He strokes his thumb across your skin, across your fingers, across your wrist.

“I knew you’d be soft. Even softer than I imagined,” he says with satisfaction. He presses his fingers to the pulse point on your wrist. “Your heart is racing, little one. Are you sure you want this?”

“I’m sure,” you say. You raise your free hand to trace the lines of his face, and he leans into the contact, closing his eyes. You wonder if he’s ever felt a gentle touch before. You brush your fingers over his skin. Intellectually, you have always known what he would look like, but now you take in all the small details that make him unique from his fellow clones. The scars, the faint lines around his eyes, the slightly longer-than-regulation hair, the prickly scruff of a beard that hasn’t been shaved in three cycles. Deep circles under his eyes betray his exhaustion, and you feel a momentary twinge of guilt at keeping him awake after a mission.

“Do—do you?” you ask. 

His mouth twists in a half smile. “It’s all I’ve thought about for the last three rotations. I want this.”

He presses his lips to your palm, and then he reaches for you, pulling you into his strong arms, capturing your mouth in a kiss. His duraplast armor is hard and cool against you, and you scramble for purchase against it. 

“You taste amazing,” he says against your lips. His tongue brushes against you, and you part your lips to let him in.

Oh, damn, he’s good. He kisses you with an intense, single-minded focus, as though you—your mouth, your lips, your tongue, your pleasure—are the only thing in the galaxy. There’s no awkward, over-enthusiastic tongue thrusting; just slow, skillful movement that pulls you in and steals your breath. His kiss leaves you lightheaded and unsteady, and you’re grateful for the way he cradles your body in his arms, keeping you from melting into a quivering heap at his feet.

“Kriff me, did they teach you to kiss like that in commando school?” you breathe.

“Yeah, we learned it after hostage extraction and before demolitions,” he says, deadpan.

You laugh again, and he looks very pleased with himself.

“They also taught us how to take off our armor in under a minute,” he says. “Want to see a demonstration?”

“Will you do a sexy dance while you show me?” you ask.

“That might slow me down,” he replies.

“In that case, skip the dance,” you say. “What’s your personal best time?”

“Thirty-nine seconds. I was motivated,” he says.

“And are you motivated now?” you ask.

“Time me and find out,” he suggests.

“I’d rather enjoy the show,” you say.

“Don’t blink,” he says with a smirk.

He strips off his armor. He works efficiently, and you watch with interest. You’ve never seen a clone go through the process before. He starts with his vambraces, works his way up his arms, then removes the cuirass and proceeds down his torso and legs. Each piece is stacked neatly as he removes it, and you suspect the habit is so ingrained in him that he couldn’t leave the duraplast in a messy pile if he tried.

“I think I shaved a couple seconds off my best time,” he says once he’s stripped down to his body glove.

You remember the way he tallies his kills on each mission.

“You’re very competitive, aren’t you?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he says. “How many times did you make yourself come to that recording?”

Your skin heats, and you aren't sure if you're embarrassed, aroused, or both. “Why do you want to know?”

“Professional curiosity. Also, I want to know how many to aim for tonight.”

“Uh, six,” you confess.

“That’s only two per day,” he says. “I’ll have to do better with my next recording.”

“It was actually three the first night and only one on the second. I was tired,” you explain, a little defensively.

“I hope you’re rested up,” he says, tugging you into another searing kiss.

You slide your hands up his back, feeling the hard muscles shift beneath the black fabric of his body glove. The man is massive, built like a tank, and if the bulge you feel pressing against your belly is what you think it is, he is proportionate all the way down. You grind your pelvis against him experimentally, and in response, he crowds you against the wall, growling into your mouth. 

Actually growling. Maker save you.

His hands settle on your hips as he pulls you against him. Yep, definitely proportionate, you think.

His kisses are hot and frantic now, and his hands roam possessively over your body. He moves his mouth along your jaw, down your neck, next to your ear. His warm breath whispers across your skin, leaving a thrill of arousal in its wake.

“Do you know how hard it is to stay focused on the mission when all I can think about is you, fucking yourself to my voice?”

“Tell me,” you gasp, needing to hear those obscene words from him.

“Almost got nailed by a vulture droid ‘cause I was thinking about these tits.” He slides his hand up the rough wool of your uniform to palm your breast. “Oh, kark, that’s good. So fuckin’ good. Let me see you.”

You start to unzip your uniform jacket, but Sev is impatient. He yanks the zipper down and shoves the jacket off your arms.

“How many kriffing layers are you wearing?” he demands.

“Only three more,” you laugh. “Let me help.”

You unbutton and remove your uniform blouse, then slip your undershirt off over your head and unclasp your bra as Sev unzips your trousers and tugs them down.

“Finally,” he says when you are fully bare. “Stars, look at you. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He trails his hands reverently across your skin. His fingertips are rough and calloused, but they touch you with an aching tenderness that leaves you breathless. He drops to his knees, bringing his head level with your chest, and draws you to his mouth. The sensation is overwhelming. His busy hands touch you everywhere: fondling your breasts, sliding up the inside of your thigh to squeeze your ass, brushing across your clitoris to feel the dampness gathering there.

“Sev,” you breathe as he sucks your nipple into his mouth. His lips tug insistently as his tongue swirls over you again and again, and your body thrums in response.

“Fucking perfect tits,” he mumbles against you. “Even better than I thought. So soft. You look so good in my hands.”

You look down to see his large, brown hand on your breast, your flesh spilling out between his fingers as he squeezes you gently.

“You can be rougher with me,” you whisper, “if you want.”

His dark eyes snap to yours, and he pinches your nipple experimentally. Pleasure shoots through you, and you gasp, your head dropping backward to lean against the cold durasteel walls.

“Like this?” he asks, sucking your nipple into his mouth and grazing it with his teeth.

“Yes!” you hiss. “Harder!”

He groans and does as you order, finally giving you the intense stimulation you crave.

“Oh fuck, yes, just like that, don’t stop, keep going,” you chant.

His clever mouth is doing unspeakable things to you. Kissing, sucking, biting, teasing, worshiping. You are stunned to feel your orgasm building, and you wonder if it is possible for you to come like this. The tension draws tighter and tighter, but you need more. 

Sev releases your breast and kisses down your belly. He pauses when he reaches your hip, working over you with excruciating thoroughness. 

“Kark, I’ve been wanting to do this for weeks,” he says, his voice even deeper than usual. “I wanted you the first time I saw you.” He presses a hard, open-mouth kiss onto your hip bone, and his tongue flicks across your skin. “Jerked my cock to you every time I took a shower. I made myself come so many times imagining this beautiful little cunt.” 

He is still playing with your breast with one hand, squeezing and pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers. His other hand grasps your ass roughly, digging his fingers into your flesh. His kisses are brutal, hovering on the knife’s edge between pleasure and pain, leaving a stinging trail as he makes his way slowly—so agonizingly slowly—across your pelvis.

And gods, it’s so much. It’s too much, and you can’t stand it any more. You grab his head and shove him against your pussy, and his tongue flicks out to slide between your labia and swirl over your clitoris, and fuck that’s it right there just like that—fuck! Your orgasm takes you by surprise, slamming into you, wrenching his name from your throat in a ragged cry. Your hips buck against Sev’s face, and you would feel bad for using him like this, but he’s grunting with pleasure, and his mouth is on you and his tongue is inside you, and he’s grabbing your ass to pull you even harder against him as you fuck his face, and then your legs give out, and he catches you, supporting your weight with his strong arms as he sucks your clit into his mouth until he wrings out the last tremors of your orgasm, and then he eases you down the durasteel wall to rest on his thighs.

Your lungs heave for oxygen, and your forehead drops to rest on his shoulder. He’s still wearing his body glove, and the fabric is soft against your face. He wraps his arms around you, stroking the back of your head as he whispers the sweetest words in your ear: so good for me, so beautiful, taste so sweet, so pretty when you come, love to watch you lose control, so fucking sexy.

You roll your head to face him, burying yourself against his neck. He smells like salt and skin and battlefield smoke and bacta, and your tongue darts out to taste him, drawing a rumble of pleasure from his chest.

“Did I hurt you?” you ask.

He lets out a single, short laugh. “No, babygirl. You could fuck me into the ground, and I’d thank you for giving me a warrior’s death.”

You can feel his erection pressing against you, and you slide your hand down his body to stroke his length through the thin fabric of his body glove.

“In that case, I should probably take care of this,” you murmur. “Can’t fuck all night if we don’t start early.”

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Tagging: @blueink-bluesoul

[mythical-illustrator]

I am swooping in to ship Grace and Waxer, I can't explain - I just have a feeling.

Thots? 👀

Grace and Waxer.... 🤔

Grace (half twi'lek night sister turned Jedi healer) and Waxer( clone trooper of the 212)

Okay - so Grace would meet the Ghost crew when she would be assigned to the 212 for a temporary medical relief - mostly for Kenobi because he keeps getting kidnapped by scientists and has an aversion to medical.

She spends a lot of time training with Kenobi, sipping tea.

They learn she has a similar style of tactics as kenobi - using words and negotiations before violence.

Depends on when they meet up- but if she over hears waxer or Boil(cuz they're inseparable) call her a tail head - she's gonna have words with him and it won't be pretty.

But waxer would start talking about the little twi'lek girl he and his brother Boil adopted (adopted by more likely. He definitely Mando adopted her, that's his kid now) on Ryloth and it makes Grace smile.

She has a soft spot for children.

So they talk about her and how he exchanges letters with her and is trying to learn their language from kenobi (she has to break it to him she's from dothmir and doesn't know the twi'lek language)

She gives him pointers on little girls- head tail growth, etc and reveals she worked in the creche in the temple before the war.

She starts giving him and boils subtle tips on how to prank kenobi when the mood strikes them.

Eventually they move away from talking about kids and cadets and talking about other things. Planets they've been to, cultures they'd love to see again and study. Brothers.

I think Waxer would make the first move towards a relationship but try to be subtle about it.

Hey I found this cool planet/rock/object in this planet and thought of you. I checked it isn't dangerous.

Grace just now has a collection of strange odds and ends from him and she cherishes every single one.

Boil rolls his eyes a lot but will be his brother's wing man for the Jedi.

"its doomed brother of mine, you clone, she Jedi! Alright she can fight good and is really pretty, no it's fine I'll help. If Skywalker can make this work you can't fudge it up to bad."

Boil starts looking up how to woo a Jedi. Cody starts side-eyeing him in confusion. He has to awkwardly explain.

He gives up and tells waxer to keep giving her shiny rocks.

Waxer makes the mistake of telling Numa- and then sending her a picture and now Numa- is also trying to be a wing man and demanding to meet her.

I'm not sure how but definitely Grace gets permission to take waxer, and boil to Ryloth to visit Numa- and Numa- and waxer full sail parent trap these two.

Something something, she demand Grace stay with them for the visit. Then cuddles with her (waxer is already smitten and now this woman is cuddling his baby, he's done , ship him home ) and then she stows away on the ship.

Anyway, she draws them kissing and gives it to them just before she leaves and Grace blushes so hard her skin changes and then waxer smooth af

"well if the kids wants it" then just WW2 shoulder dip kiss her right there in the tarmac.

Numa- and boil high five.

Hope that tickled your fancy. Thanks for the ask.

This came out so much softer than I thought it would. 💜

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@anxiouspineapple99 @dangraccoon @clonemedickix @sev-on-kamino @523rdrebel @secondaryrealm

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

ALSO OOH OOH OOH!!!! WHAT DO UR OJV ( or any of the star sev ) SMELL LIKE!!! WHAT NCU CORNER STORE CHAPSTICKS WOULD THEY BE!!! I MUST KNOW ( but take ur time <33 xx ) mWAH

OH FUCKING WORM?!?!? I ain’t even THOT about that shit whatttttt but here we go I’m gonna do ALL OJV STAR SEVEN!!!

*KYLE!!! Omg. Kyle definitely smells like coconut and citrus, but not in a summery way, more like how you associate winter with cranberry orange!!! His aura is so warming but fresh and crisp. Whatever fruit chapstick is available that’s what he snags!

*Stannnnn this boy smells like almond 2-in-1 shampoo but also campfire somehow? And the Arctic Edge degree men’s deodorant when he gets sweaty. Def classic blistex lmfao he do be bitin his (and kys) lips.

*KENNY Kenny smells like crisp fresh earth (inexplicably, like he just crawled out of the ground) but also the undertones of paint thinner, clay, sandalwood. Chapstick, not really, but he uses Vaseline for EVERY purpose under the sun

*Marj 100% smells like the green apple curl shampoo she uses!!! For REAL she is everyone’s apple pie gorlie apple lipgloss for SURE

*Craig smells very herbal? Like he’s a rosemary guy for sure his car smells like an herbal cocktail he’s just a warm quietly well seasoned homie lmfao. Unflavored chapstick he hates when he can smell it

*TWEEK! Tweek smells like gingerbread and spice, but also lemons because he’s TERRIFIED of spiders and lemon juice is a natural spider repellent and he doesn’t trust mass produced bug spray. Candy cane chapstick

*Cartman has such a cocktail of products his high maintenance ass uses but he’s weirdly good at scent matching, pink lemonade scent overall, sour at times, but nostalgic. Def something fruity with the chapstick.

I SCRUM at this ask tysm dearest!!!

[moodymisty]

Fuck, marry, kiss: Wolffe, Paz, Tech; Rex, Fox, Scorch; Obi-Wan, Wrecker, Din

Also your reason for your choices if you want to ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

How dare you make me choose between so many of my husbands

Fuck: Paz Vizsla because no thoughts only thots. I love his hilariously chunky armor and I'll gladly bear him another-shotdeadcausehorny-

Marry: Tech. I returned to this website a Tech Wife and God willing I will leave it a Tech Wife. Husband material.

Kiss: Wolffe. Let me give him a smooch. He acts all tough but I know he would blush >:3

Fuck: Scorch. This dude has no limits I know he would be absolutely wild. Give me a night I don't even fully believe happened.

Marry: Rex. I will not elaborate because of how obvious it is. Husband material, full stop. You dropped this, king 👑

Kiss: Fox. He just needs a fucking nap. Like let me give him a day off, a sandwich, and a kiss on the cheek. Dude deserves it after the Zillo Beast 'incident'.

Fuck: Din because then I can leave a mark on his helmet he'll be mad about forever.

Marry: Wrecker. Husband. Husband. Husband. This man gives the best affection and I just know it.

Kiss: Obi-Wan. Smooch the jedi. He needs it, and plus his beard is cute.

And right back to you, and whoever else wants to play: Fuck, Marry, Kiss: Din, Paz, Boba; Sev, Jesse, Fives; Obi-Wan, Cal Kestis(newgamehype), Maul

[sev-on-kamino]

I would like to hear more on this no doubt 👀

Sinful Saturday Night Discussion inspired by @samspenandsword post today

Which clones do we think are actual Brat Tamers vs “Brat? They’re not a brat to me?” and who belongs in the third category of “can’t handle brats at all”?

Thots below the cut:

I think Cody, Fox, Wolffe, Boba, Thorn, and Jesse are actual Brat Tamers. (Hunter, Boss, Sev, and Sinker might belong here too 👀)

Deeply patient, creative problem solvers, they know when to be firm and when to be soft. There’s just something about them though that makes you wanna fuck around and find out. You wanna challenge them juuuuuust a little bit. Especially Thorn and Jess because I just know they get cocky.

Now for the “Brat? They’re not a brat to me” category we have Echo, Rex, Kix, Hound, Hardcase, Wrecker, and Tup. (Howzer, Mayday, Fixer, and Comet might belong here too 👀)

If you told any of these men their cyar’ika is a brat, they’d look at you like you’d sprouted a second and third head. These men are so good at positive reinforcement, and inspiring their partner to behave that they’ve only seen the faintest hints of brat out of them. There’s something about them that just makes you wanna act right.

And I think Stone and Bacara can’t/won’t deal with bratty behavior at all.

tagging some folks who might enjoy this discussion: @secondaryrealm @dystopicjumpsuit @freesia-writes @littlemissmanga @wings-and-beskar @sunshinesdaydream @ladyzirkonia @wolffegirlsunite (and @sinfulsalutations when she’s back on again 💖) eta: everyone is welcome to join in as always 😌

[archangeldyke-all]

Be prepared for another list of my sev thots🤭

☁️🍄

im so excited ����🩷🩷

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

OLLO!! I HAVE A SHIP FOR ILANI THE GORGEOUS!!!

Thots Thoughts on Ilani x Wolffe? 👀👀👀👀👀

I feeel they would be pretty unstoppable

hopefully this wasn't said already 💀

😘💜💜💜

your mind, bestie. truly wonderful. I'm going to be thotting about these two for days to come

Ilani x Wolffe

Power👏 Couple👏. Two badass bitches (affectionate) who get shit done and who take such little shit from others. Together they’re unstoppable. 

Being a commander of one battalion and the general of another, they don’t often have much time together, so a lot of their communication is over encrypted comms channels while not on active missions. Mostly checking in on each other, on one another’s men. 

But, the few times their schedules align, they video call one another. Which ends up being time for Wolffe to get paperwork done uninterrupted (because Maker forbid anyone interrupt the commander while he’s on call with his woman), and Ilani has time to meditate knowing that he, in real time, is safe. 

These video calls also tend to devolve into one of two things: multi-hour conversations about their plans and hopes and dreams, or holosex. All Wolffe has to do is set down his paperwork, tapping the papers on the desk to straighten them, and Ilani knows exactly what he wants. 

Wolffe would probably never admit this to anyone but her, but he really, really loves hugs. Especially ones from her. Though she’s a little shorter (not counting her montrals), he still loves being wrapped up in her embrace, burying his face in the crook of her jaw, hands fisting into the warm, woolen robes she wears, and just inhaling her scent. It’s all he really needs after a long campaign apart.

Ragu: @dystopicjumpsuit @clonemedickix @freesia-writes @littlemissmanga @wolffegirlsunite @anxiouspineapple99 @wings-and-beskar @sinfulsalutations @523rdrebel @sunshinesdaydream @moonlightwarriorqueen @sev-on-kamino @starrylothcat @deejadabbles @starqueensthings @mandos-mind-trick @idontgetanysleep @eyeluvmusic21 @wizardofrozz @mythical-illustrator @sleepycreativewriter @bobaprint @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @9902sgirl

[sev-on-kamino]

the queue is loaded, got my reading list pulled up, and then some writing 😌

feel to pop into the ask box for shenanigans or requests! I’ve got prompts somewhere around here, but you can also just wing it 😅

remember folks! it’s Saturday night, and if this ain’t the time for thots I don’t know when is. stay filthy, my friends 🔥😎🔥

xx,

Sev 💙💙