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paperback-rascal · 4 months ago
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Artwork done for @summer-of-bad-batch's week 1 prompt - "Water gun fight".
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STAR WARS: The Clone Wars/The Bad Batch © George Lucas/ Dave Filoni/ LucasFilm/ Disney
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electrikworm · 11 days ago
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Helping Hands
Relationships: Padmé Amidala/Wrecker
Tags: Back Pain, Massage, Fluff, Established Relationship
Summary:
Once again, Wrecker is plagued by back pain. Padmé isn't just going to let him suffer and has found a way to potentially aid her partner.
Word count: 4,174
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Sighing, Padmé slips off her boots before she tracks dirt into the Marauder. Whilst some mess is constant with this squad, Padmé knows Tech won't hesitate to berate even her when it comes to making the ships floor unnecessarily muddy.
Padmé's not someone who enjoys being inactive, so if there's a mission that she's got information on, she won't hesitate to join. This mission had come from intel she'd gained from a fellow member of the senate, so of course Padmé had to get involved.
She'd been on the Marauder with Clone Force 99 for almost a week now, though it's far from the first mission she's had with them. She'd long since been on enough missions with the squad for them to actively include her in their crazy plans, which suits Padmé very well.
True to the Bad Batch's 100% success rate, this mission had been a success too.
Though that is far from the only reason this squad is Padmé's first choice for missions. Padmé knows plenty of competent and strong fighters, many other clones that could do just as good of a job. But since the first time she'd fought along this batch, she'd stayed in contact with them, grown attached to them.
The preference naturally grew stronger when Padmé ended up spending more and more time exchanging calls and messages with the squads demolitions expert, Wrecker. A fondness grew between them, resulting in them officially beginning to date a couple months ago now.
Of course, this isn't information they share freely. Clones barely classify as living beings by law, something Padmé's been trying to change with the help of a few other members of the senate, so dating one isn't exactly encouraged. They are first and foremost property of the republic. Padmé was horrified to hear all the ways they're reminded of this in day to day life.
Wrecker luckily has good brothers, none of which will disclose information on what's happening between him and Padmé. They've over all been very welcoming towards her in that regard too, minus some quips from Crosshair.
Just as Padmé's about to look around for her partner, Wrecker's large hand is placed on her shoulder. Smiling softly, he leans down to catch her lips in a kiss. The slight bump in Wrecker's lip from the scar on his face is familiar, the stubble an indication that he hadn't had time to shave that morning. After breaking the contact, Wrecker lingers close to Padmé, forehead rested against hers, breathing a little heavier then he usually does.
The way Wrecker winces when he straightens the way he stands doesn't go unnoticed. Discomfort has been radiating off of him all day, and since Padmé's certain Wrecker's baring no injury worse than bruising, it has to be his back causing him issues again.
She's about to point that out, when Hunter exits the refresher, freeing it for someone else to shower. As much as Padmé insists Wrecker use to sonic first, she still ends up doing so before him. Sonic showers are fast, but Padmé tries to hurry the process further.
As soon as she's out and in fresh clothes, Padmé tries to talk with Wrecker again, only to be interrupted by Hunter wanting to discuss the mission briefly. Once they're done, Wrecker is the one showering. With sight, Padmé sits down on a chair at the navcomputer.
She's been thinking of ways to help Wrecker with the aches and cramps he gets, and has been meaning to try something out. It took ages for Padmé to even learn of the muscle pain that torments her boyfriend, that not being a fact about himself Wrecker likes to share or admit to.
Padmé spent a considerable amount of her free time looking up and asking around about back pain relief, picking up a couple promising sounding massage techniques. In combination with the heat patches the batch stock for these instances, Padmé hopes to get Wrecker feeling a bit more comfortable.
Wrecker exits the refresher dressed in lose civilian clothes, fabric looking soft from usage. Padmé enjoys what Wrecker looks like in his armor, but this is better. The harsh look of his armor conveys the strength housed in his large body well, but this outfit mirrors the softer parts of Wrecker's personality. The fact that Padmé can sometimes catch glimpses of Wrecker's stomach or lower back when he stretches only factor into that preference slightly.
Getting up, Padmé strides to Wrecker's side, taking hold of his hand. She makes sure not to stand too close to Wrecker, so she doesn't have to look up at a bad angle. “How's your back?” she asks, leaving no room for Wrecker to distract from the problem at hand.
He shrugs. “S'fine,” Wrecker says, looking anywhere but at Padmé. He's a terrible liar.
“Doesn't look fine,” Padmé says firmly. Wrecker hunches as his lie is pointed out, shrugging again. “There's something that might help that I'd like to try.”
Wrecker meets her eyes at that, lifting his free hand to wave her off. “No, no, you don't have to do that. I'll sleep it off,” Wrecker protests.
Padmé uses her free hand to cup Wrecker's cheek and he leans into it immediately, just like he always does. A barely audible sigh escapes his lips, soft expression making Padmé's heart clench.
“I won't make you do anything you don't want to, Wrecker.” Padmé trails her thumb across his cheek bone and the scars that line it. How much Wrecker trusts her on his blind side moves Padmé every time she experiences it. “However, all I want to try is a massage and I really think it could help. I promise I won't do anything without letting you know about it first.”
There's a chance Wrecker's declining Padmé's offer due to the fear of unfamiliar medical procedures he'd picked up on Kamino. Padmé's barely heard a fraction of the stories, and she can already see why Wrecker distrusts medical situations.
Wrecker shakes his head. “S'not that, I trust you,” he says, placing a hand over Padmé's one resting on his face. “But we're all tired, and I don't want to keep you from resting.”
“Would have been silly of me to offer if I didn't intend to do what I said I would,” Padmé says, smiling up at Wrecker.
Rubbing a thumb over Padmé's knuckles, Wrecker nods. “Alright, but only if you really don't mind.”
“I don't,” Padmé reassures him, just able to press a kiss to the side of Wrecker's jaw if she stretches upwards. Using the hand she still has in Wrecker's, she starts pulling him towards the batch's sleeping area.
The sleeping racks the Marauder has to offer aren't much for comfort, nor are they particularly wide. When Padmé joins the batch on missions nowadays, her and Wrecker usually opt to sleep on the floor. There's a lot more space to spread out and it's just as comfortable as the rack.
Reluctantly letting go of Wrecker's hand, Padmé gets the blanket they sleep on, as well as the one use to cover themselves, out of storage. They'll only need the first for what Padmé's planing, but she doesn't want to do a lot more before they sleep anyway, so she might as well prepare.
In the time Padmé takes to arrange the first blanket on the floor, Wrecker's gotten the pillows. They're flat and on the hard side, but do their job well enough. They're the same gray so many GAR issued pieces of equipment are. It's easy to tell that the squad must have picked most of these blankets up along the way somewhere, their varying colours contrasting to the pillows bland gray tone.
Padmé's glad. She's seen the GAR issue blankets before and they feel horrible.
Voicing a quick thanks to Wrecker, Padmé gestures for him to sit on the blanket. “Take your shirt off,” she says, not waiting to watch if Wrecker does so.
It doesn't take a lot of searching for Padmé to find the green glass bottle she'd stowed in her personal belongings, after all, she'd hardly packed much.
“What's that?” Wrecker asks as Padmé sits next to him, tilting his head slightly. He has his arms crossed in front of his chest as he sits there shirtless. Despite running hot, the slight chill on the Marauder must be affecting him.
“Massage oil,” Padmé answers as she unscrews the bottle's lid. She holds it out to Wrecker. “Tell me if you like the smell. If you don't, I'll find something else to use.”
Wrecker takes it from her carefully, leaning forwards to smell the contents. Padmé purposefully picked a subtle scent, a blend of citrus with a faint herbal note. Hunter and Tech react badly to intense perfumes, and Wrecker doesn't particularly like them either.
Thankfully, Padmé seems to have made a good choice, as Wrecker smiles and nods. She really doesn't know what she would have replaced it with if he didn't like it. Tech's got plenty of oil for work on the Marauder's engines and his contraptions, but it smells bad and leaves stains. Padmé also isn't all too keen on smearing cooking oil on her boyfriend's back.
“Lay down then,” Padmé says, putting a hand on Wrecker's bicep. Before doing as asked, Wrecker leans over far enough to lightly bump his head against Padmé's, making a smile cross her face.
Wrecker settles on his front, head cushioned on one of the pillows and his arms. He pushes himself up briefly to look back at Padmé, smile on his lips.
To better reach the broad expanse of Wrecker's back, Padmé decides to place herself with a knee on either side of Wrecker, sitting on his butt. That gets a laugh out of Wrecker.
“Is this okay?” Padmé asks.
“Completely fine,” Wrecker answers, hints of his amusement still present in his voice.
Padmé allows the oil to pool in her palm, hoping to warm it somewhat before spreading it across Wrecker's back.
The multitude of scars stick out against the warm tone of his skin, a wide variety of them littering Wrecker's back. Padmé's heard the story behind a good amount of them. Some Wrecker tells gladly, usually tales of the missions they've been on. Others, Wrecker is less proud of, most of those being small, circular puncture marks and neat, regular incisions.
Padmé's never pushed Wrecker to share the story behind those, but he'd divulge bits and pieces of their origin ever so often, usually when he isn't feeling particularly well. They come from his time on Kamino, and all of the batch share similar scars. No member of the squad sees them as honourable, the marks acting as a source of shame and disgust.
The scar on Wrecker's face continues down his neck and shoulder, enveloping most of his left shoulder and spreading down his arm and across his shoulder blade. The skin looks twisted by the injury, alternating between being raised and grooved. The scar tissue is thick and knotted. Padmé knows from experience that it's harder to the touch than the surrounding skin.
Wrecker had laughed when he told Padmé that the explosion tore such a large chunk out of his shoulder, that you likely could have seen bone. If it hadn't been for all the blood, that is. Padmé was horrified by the information, and Wrecker's brother's didn't quite share his enthusiasm either. Looks of fear, guilt and shame ghosted across their expressions as they listened to Wrecker tell the tale.
The more time Padmé spends observing Wrecker move and lift things, the more obvious it gets that he favours his left arm, never putting quite as much weight on it as his right.
Padmé makes a note to pay special attention to that spot when she gets to it.
“Tell me if anything makes you uncomfortable or hurts,” Padmé says as she places her hands flat on Wrecker's lower back. He nods in response.
With even strokes, Padmé spreads the oil across Wrecker's back. He hums appreciatively, almost trying to arch off the floor to lean into Padmé's touch.
“Feels good,” Wrecker comments as Padmé runs her hands across his skin.
A short laugh escapes her. “Love, I haven't even done anything yet.”
“Still feels good,” he sighs. As endearing as Wrecker's appreciation of close contact with Padmé is, how surprised and overly grateful he reacts to it doesn't speak well of his past partners and interactions with people other than his brothers.
Once the oil is evenly spread, Padmé brings her hands to Wrecker's upper back, placing her palm flat to his skin and her other hand on top of the first. Increasing the pressure slightly, Padmé begins moving her hands in a circular motion.
Wrecker releases a low groan almost immediately, making Padmé smile.
“Good like this or can I go harder?” Padmé asks, trying to see Wrecker's expression from where she's sitting. All she can tell is that his eyes are closed.
“Kark,” Wrecker groans, “you can absolutely go harder.” Padmé laughs softly, doing as asked.
Just then, someone clicking their tongue in annoyance behind , makes Padmé jump. She whips her head in the direction of the noise, somehow managing to not interrupt the circles she's rubbing into Wrecker's skin.
Crosshair's standing there, resting a hand on his tilted hip and lazily holding a toothpick in the other. “You know, this is only marginally better than what I thought you were up to based on the noises you're making.”
Padmé scoffs, amused by the attempt to get a rise out of her. It's far from the worst innuendo she's heard in the years she's spent in the public eye. “Can't have been that misleading if you felt comfortable walking in on us,” Padmé responds.
“Yeah,” Wrecker agrees, “shut up, Cross.” He starts sitting up a little, only to quit halfway, clearly deciding to prioritise leaning into Padmé's touch over getting back at his brother.
Crosshair sighs loudly, rolling his eyes, but doesn't make any further comment as he disappears back into the cockpit.
Padmé continues the circles down Wrecker's back, along the right side first, then switching to the left. Reaching the lower back, she eases the pressure to keep it from getting uncomfortable across areas not protected by ribs. Padmé spends a little more time focusing on areas near Wrecker's hips, knowing it's a problem spot for him as well.
Wrecker's positive response is consistent, a mix of soft, pleased noises and thanks. She's careful not to put too much pressure on Wrecker's scarred shoulder with this move, paying close attention to how Wrecker reacts.
When she's done with both sides of his back, Wrecker tries to sit up. Padmé places her palm flat on his back to stop him. Of course he could easily push past her, but Wrecker doesn't, halting his attempt to get up at the touch.
“I have other things I could try, if you like,” Padmé suggests, trailing her thumb along a scar originating from a blaster bolt.
“Really?” Wrecker asks, twisting to look at Padmé, almost making her fall from her place sitting on Wrecker.
Padmé nods, delighting in the sweet smile that spreads across Wrecker's face. He settles back down, resting his head on his forearms. He mutters something Padmé doesn't quite hear, followed by him thanking her again.
She begins circling her thumb along Wrecker's back, slow steady movements. A content sigh comes from Wrecker, clearly enjoying this just as much as the first move.
Padmé's half way up the right side of his back when Wrecker's posture changes suddenly as he tenses, hissing under his breath. Drawing her hands back quickly, Padmé leans forwards.
“Everything alright?” she asks, hoping for a honest answer. It's clear something she did caused Wrecker pain.
Wrecker is quiet for a moment. Padmé expects him to try and argue that everything is fine. After another few seconds of nothing, Wrecker finally answers.
“That spot just hurts,” Wrecker answers, “but you don't ha-”
“Then I'll be more careful around it,” Padmé interrupts Wrecker, cutting him off before he ends up trying to apologize to her for experiencing pain.
Padmé goes over the spot again, much gentler this time. She spends some time trying to ease the tension causing that particular knot, unsure if it actually works.
“Better like this?” she checks in, Wrecker not having reacted at all to the second attempt at tackling that soreness.
He nods, humming affirmatively.
Wrecker points out a few more trouble spots as Padmé continues, each being carefully focused on. Padmé's unsure if the previous technique hadn't sparked the discomfort or if Wrecker simply hadn't voiced it, but she's glad he's doing so now.
By the time Padmé moves to the next step, Wrecker's practically melted beneath her. His breathings evened out, having become deep and slow, and his shoulders lack their usual tension. The only reason Padmé's sure Wrecker hasn't fallen asleep is the occasional groans and sighs he releases.
Padmé's nearly overwhelmed by the need to lean forward and press a kiss to the back of Wrecker's neck ever so often, only stopping herself because she'd get massage oil all over herself and it would interrupt her work.
“You seem extraordinarily good at this.”
For the second time that day, Padmé is scared by one of Wrecker's brothers, this time Tech, who apparently didn't feel like announcing himself. Clearly he spooked Wrecker too, who's up on his elbows, glaring back at his brother.
“Tech,” Padmé exclaims, “don't sneak up on us like that.”
“Apologies,” he says, looking a lot like he isn't sorry, and in fact, had done so on purpose. In the corner of her eye, Padmé catches Wrecker rolling his eyes before laying back down.
“Do you need something?” Padmé asks.
“Ah, no, I do not,” Tech answers, “I merely wanted to check in on you. It's a good idea, what you're doing. I believe it has the potential to really help.” He gestures at Padmé's hands on Wrecker's back as he speaks.
“Already is helping,” Wrecker mumbles into his forearms, finishing off with a content sigh. Padmé can't help but smile.
“Oh, and I brought you this,” Tech continues, holding out two of the heat patches Wrecker usually uses for his back pain.
Padmé thanks Tech before returning to tending to Wrecker's back.
Balling her hands into fists, she runs them along Wrecker's back, away from his spine and down towards his hips. Tech comes back a little later, depositing a towel next to where Padmé's placed the heat patches. It'll be useful to have that when she's trying to stick the patches to Wrecker's skin. The oil would likely hinder their adhesion.
When she's thanked Tech again, he's off, just as silently as he'd appeared the first time.
To finish off, Padmé rubs her hands across Wrecker's back firmly for a couple minutes, enjoying how completely at ease he seems. His body is almost entirely slack beneath Padmé.
When Padmé gets off of Wrecker, he seems almost disappointed at the loss of her weight on him. Before Wrecker can try moving or look what she's doing, Padmé shuffles closer to his head. From her new position, she has much better access to Wrecker's scarred shoulder.
Warming up a little more oil in her hands, Padmé takes a moment to just look at Wrecker. He's tilted his head so he can look up at Padmé, eyes half lidded, soft, relaxed smile on his lips. She takes this opportunity to lean down and kiss Wrecker's temple.
“Feeling alright?” Padmé checks in.
“Feelin' great,” Wrecker sighs, laughing softly. Padmé's heart aches with fondness for him.
With the utmost care, Padmé starts massaging Wrecker's shoulder. With the way he's laying now, Wrecker has his blind eye and deaf ear up, yet he's still completely relaxed as Padmé works her fingers across the thick scar tissue lining his left side. She's honoured he trusts her so much.
Sitting like this would have been ineffective for working on Wrecker's back, but Padmé really enjoys the immediate feedback of not only hearing the noises Wrecker makes, but his facial expressions too. There's next to no tension remaining in his expression, a lot like when he's sleeping peacefully. Padmé ends up having to disturb the way Wrecker lays to gain proper access to Wrecker's upper arm. He doesn't seem to mind, easily allowing Padmé to take hold of the limb. Seeing as Wrecker tends to get his fists involved in combat and their enemies are more often than not droids, his knuckles take a lot of punishment on the daily as well. Like so often, dark bruises are spread across them. Padmé plans to pay some attention to Wrecker's hands as well, but she'll wait until her hands aren't covered in oil any more. Before finishing off, Padmé lets her fingers trail up the scarred side of Wrecker's neck, kneading the skin. Wrecker leans into her touch as much as he can, consequently making his neck a little harder to reach. Padmé doesn't want to correct him, finding it sweet. Wiping her hands on the towel, Padmé cleans most of the oil off two spots on Wrecker's back, one on the lower half, the other on the upper. Placing the towel aside, Padmé unpacks the heat patches, applying both to Wrecker's skin.
“There,” Padmé says, smoothing the patches down, “done.”
She's about to offer to look at Wrecker's hands next, when, as soon as the words have left her mouth, Wrecker's arms are wrapped around her. Releasing a surprised yelp, Padmé is pulled into Wrecker's embrace, ending up laying next to him, with his arm and shoulder draped across her.
Before Padmé can make a point of telling Wrecker that she wasn't entirely done, Wrecker's started pressing kisses to her face. Along her nose, forehead, cheeks, no part is spared in Wrecker's demonstration of affection. Padmé is overcome by laughter at the soft sensation of Wrecker's warm lips on her face.
“Wrecker!” Padmé exclaims. “I still want to look at your hands.”
“Said you were done,” Wrecker says, wide grin on his face as he's propped on his elbow above her.
“Please?” Padmé's already turning in Wrecker's grip, holding her hand out in preparation to receive his. There's a smile in the sound of Wrecker's voice as he sighs dramatically and agrees.
He settles on his side, draping the second blanket across both of them before doing so. Padmé takes Wrecker's large hand in hers, inspecting it carefully.
Years of scar tissue cover the knuckles, smaller burns and cuts having left marks on the rest of his hand as well. The bruising is still fresh and will likely darken even further over night. Padmé starts rubbing her thumbs across Wrecker's palm.
She doesn't get far before Wrecker kisses the top of her head, distracting her. Padmé tries to ignore it, but Wrecker keeps shifting his hold on her, leaning his head on top of hers or kissing any spot he can reach. It's making progress very slow.
“Wrecker,” she sighs fondly, “you're being very distracting.”
“Then it's working,” Wrecker says with a small laugh.
Padmé shakes her head, suppressing laughter as she turns to give Wrecker a look. “Come on.”
“You've done enough,” Wrecker says, resting his forehead against the top of Padmé's head, ��can't we just sleep?”
Padmé sighs, but Wrecker's hands can wait. She is feeling rather tired, especially this close to her furnace of a boyfriend. “Alright, later then.”
She takes the opportunity of Wrecker shifting to embrace her better to connect her lips with his in a slow kiss. She presses close to Wrecker, allowing their legs to tangle. Padmé absent-mindedly runs a hand across the arm draped across her chest, feeling very comfortable. She has to push away the thought of having to sleep alone soon again.
“Thanks Padmé,” Wrecker sighs, “I'll make it up to you soon.”
“You don't have to, my love,” Padmé smiles. She's been trying very hard to make it clear that she isn't going to hold anything she does for Wrecker against him or demand compensation. That hasn't quite gotten through to him yet.
“Want to though. You need to relax more too.” Wrecker runs his fingers through her hair gently as he talks.
“Some other time, Wrecker,” Padmé says. “Just sleep now.”
She can feel Wrecker nod as she closes her eyes, letting her body go slack against Wrecker's. Padmé wakes far more rested when she sleeps next to Wrecker, and knowing that makes falling asleep just that bit easier. Wrecker's shared with Padmé that he feels the same.
There continues to be barely an tension in Wrecker's body, seemingly entirely at ease. It makes Padmé feel quite pleased with herself, knowing she managed to help at least a little with Wrecker's recurring back pain. In the face of that achievement and the comfortable position Padmé's in, all her other worries are far away as she falls asleep.
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droolingvenus · 3 months ago
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Enter Here:
Hello, and welcome to my little corner of Hell! You can call me Venus, I'm not new to this hellsite by any means and I finally decided it was time to carve out the niche in the Star Wars fandom that I always dreamed of someone else making.
On this blog, I will be posting various headcanons, blurbs, quotes, fanart, possibly fanfictions of my own writing, all relating to what I consider to be my favorite ships, including rare pairings and a variety of ships that I think I came up with because I am single IRL and would really rather not be.
I personally write a ridiculous amount of self-indulgent fanfiction that I don't post anywhere and only write for my own enjoyment, but my preferred pairings and AUs are very rarely anywhere near canon. I always hoped there were more people with uncommon interests in the fandom, but after years of no luck, I've made the decision to find them myself, or convert some people...
My main ships that I enjoy writing about/am interested in exploring are:
Quinfox/Foxquin/Vox (Quinlan Vos x Commander Fox)
Codywan (Commander Cody x Obi-Wan Kenobi)
Blyla (Aayla Secura x Commander Bly)
Quinobi/Obiquin (Quinlan Vos x Obi-Wan Kenobi)
Rexsoka (Extremely wary of this one, I would only explore the concept post-Clone Wars Era as Ahsoka is... A child before the end of the War... Yeah, none of that please)
Kanera (Kanan Jarrus x Hera Syndulla)
Dinluke (Din Djarin x Luke Skywalker)
Wreckme? (Padme Amidala x Wrecker? Weird one that I think ONE SINGULAR PERSON has art of and now it lives in my brain dumpster and I've been toying with it a bit)
I'm curious about Kit Fisto x Aayla Secura x Commander Bly, but I haven't actually explored it much, so if you've got any thoughts or favorite fan works, feel free to send them my way!
These are the ships that I currently find myself interested in and writing about, but I'm open to hearing about what other people might like, my only boundaries are non-familial/platonic ships between clones, that's not my cup of tea, and any Master/Padawan ships, something I'm not interested in and would prefer to not engage with, you do you, of course.
I also enjoy at least two AUs, one that I believe pre-dates my use of it and the other is a very common one: Sith AU (Duh) and Victory Ball AU (In which the Clone War ends in a Republic-Jedi victory and things are all made right, Palpatine will always die, usually in increasingly hilarious or vengeful ways, depending on how my day went)
I am a SUCKER for the Soulmate trope/AU, and if anyone ever wants my thoughts on a specific ship being soulmates, ask! I will gladly babble my nonsense to any who wish to hear it!
I will forewarn that I am likely to post about ships + reader, for example, I'm already planning for my first real post to be a Quinfox x reader headcanon, so if you're like me and are polyamorous or LGBTQ+ in another way, you're welcome to send things in too! There's room for everyone around here, my little deal is that no one can be harmed and it can't be an illegal relationship (Examples include but are not limited to: Non-Con, incest, underage/of age partners, abusive dynamics/themes, coercion,) in our standards. As long as it would be legal here, I can usually give it a chance, though if you want me to write about a ship committing crimes together... That's a different story, I have access to Google and no respect for my search history, if you want to hear about being Codywan's assassin/lover, shoot me an ask, I have thoughts ;)
Lastly, I will post NSFW and suggestive content at some point and while I will do my best to add many tags and warnings, if you can't handle that risk and/or you are under 18, GO AWAY. I'm not sorry that I'm an adult and that I enjoy adult content, and anyone who doesn't want to see it is more than welcome to leave.
Ageless blogs and blogs run by minors will be blocked, and it will not be warned or nice, I don't want you here and if you're truly mature, you should be mature enough to respect that this space is not for you.
Asks are open, requests are open, ranting in the asks is more than welcome, feel free to send any questions in and I'll get to them ASAP!
~Venus
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joyffree · 3 months ago
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Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Book 2) A Forbidden Dark College Romance by Bianca Borell
What to expect
❤Dark College Romance
❤Forbidden
❤Each Other’s Firsts
❤Secret Relationship
❤He Falls First
❤Obsessed MMC
❤Race Car Driver Hero
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sycamorality · 1 year ago
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i wanna draw but idk what to draw. also short ramble in tags bc i feel like it
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redwingskyfiresslayz · 3 years ago
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Either way Bulkhead falls in love with Tarn's daughter
Or just they fight for something like in autoboot camp
I need Bumblebee singing Wrecking Ball
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@msflyk
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bonnymarket-blog · 6 years ago
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paperback-rascal · 1 year ago
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I have a headcanon that at some point during The Clone Wars, Padme went on a mission with Clone Force 99 at least once. Her proficiency in "aggressive negotiations" immediately gave her the status of "our girl" as Hunter called her in one of season 7's deleted scenes... with Wrecker having the biggest crush on the senator out of the whole Batch.
When Padme admitted she has trouble sleeping due to very important voting at the Senate, Wrecker immediately proposed to lend her Lula, as the toy is an expert at helping people fall asleep.
Of course Wrecker's proposition had an ulterior motive - when with Padme, Lula is safe from being damaged or stolen but also... the toy has to be given back, so him and the Naboo senator will have to meet again.
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As a side note: I'm convinced Padme uses Anakin's cloak as a security blanket.
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so-fkn-muscled · 1 year ago
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Goddamn.... This is fuckin perfect. #wreckme
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aubreyxanne · 4 years ago
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Something about this one just makes me weak in the knees.
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joyffree · 4 months ago
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Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Book 2) Dark College Romance By Bianca Borell Releasing August 23rd
Preorder S-A-L-E 2.99!
What to expect
❤Dark College Romance
❤Forbidden
❤Each Other’s Firsts
❤Secret Relationship
❤He Falls First
❤Obsessed MMC
❤Race Car Driver Hero
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thiamislove-thiamislife · 7 years ago
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Every time I read a fic where Theo is a dom top, secretly some part of me always wants to see the tag #Theo Wreckme 
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chickensarentcheap · 2 years ago
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Esme stuff :)
@secretaryunpaid​, @tragiclyhip​, @youflickedtooharddamnit​
My husband’s reaction to “there’s a barbecue tomorrow night for the parents on school council. And guess what...”
He knew  what was coming after that.
He has to be my plus one (he hates socializing)
He has to wear underwear
He has to wear normal pants.
Sorry, babe.  I owe you ;)
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Do you ever find yourself...in the middle of a quiet, relaxed moment...looking at your person and thinking ‘God I love you’.  I do :)
Thirteen years we’ve been together.  More than a decade since we met in the most strange and twisted way.  There was nothing conventional about it and neither of us seemed to care.  Initially trying to hold back and not give in, and then finding ourselves unable to keep it together any longer.  In some ways, it was very wrong, but in every way, it felt very right.
He’s not perfect. He’s the first to admit that.  I’m not perfect either, and he doesn’t expect me to be.  But we are perfect for each other, despite what the naysayers think.  A bit of an odd couple (we both admit that) but somehow, we fit and we work!  We’ve both struggled and mistakes and we came very close to losing one another in the midst of our darkest and most trying of problems.  But we somehow made it; even after six months apart that felt like six decades!  Since then, we’ve put in the hard work; raising a big family while trying to make one another a priority.   What could have killed much weaker couples has only brought us closer together, and we are stronger and more resilient (and more in love and lust ;) ) than we have ever been.
He is everything I ever could have wanted.  Not just an amazing husband and tremendous father to my children, but my best friend, most trusted confidant, tenacious supporter, and fearless protector.  Every morning when I wake up, I love him more than I did the day before.  And every night when I go to bed, I know I’ll love him even more when I wake.
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I think they both need a nap  lol
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Hold on husband! Let me get a drink and some snacks.  This is some prime entertainment right here!
#heISthesnack #holy arms #wreckme #please
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Double trouble!! Look at Tanner’s chubby little belly peeking out
#Imisstheseyears
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Always excitement (if you want to call it that) when daddy is driving.   Someone nearly rear ended us because they were texting and he lost his shit (lots of swears) and when the person finally passed us (and had the nerve to give US the finger), Brookie yelled out (windows open):
“Eyes on the road, dick head!!”
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A boy and his giraffe. Still a better love story than Twilight.
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Change the three to a seven, and yeah....
#loveyouhusband 
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Baby Brookie!  oh my goodness...
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Me: “You look cute in your grandpa sweater.”
Him:  “Do you want a divorce? Because that’s how you get a divorce.”
He would NEVER.
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leafsbabe · 4 years ago
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Heyyy I’m just getting into the ice hockey and I want to follow this season on tumblr. Do you have any hockey blog recommendations? Like your favourite blogs maybe 🥰
hiii welcome to the chaotic mess that is hockeyblr i hope people will be nice to you
this is literally every hockey account i follow that has been active in the last month (fair warning i haven’t unfollowed anybody since i came to hockeyblr like 4 years ago so i don’t even know what some of these blogs even post about anymore)
they’re mostly about the teams i like the most so the leafs, flyers, stars, canucks, etc. so there’s a bias towards those but i’m sure you’ll also find a ton of blogs for whatever your favorite team is :)
(i’m also about to hit another milestone so this can be a follow forever for that too maybe)
some really nice friends: @barrettshayton @comphybiscuit @hockey-trash34 @jesusjoshuamorrissey @mystupidlovesongs @oh-holy-alien @quintonsbyfield
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@andrebearakovsky @anzekopistar @art-and-the-hockeys @assistantcaptainmitchmarner @austonmatthews-34 @avalancheandre @babrielandeskog @badhockeymom @baevillier @barriesweet @beauvilliers @bestestbenn @bitchasslowry @broadstbroskis @brockadoodles @c-hartwriteshockey @captain-mcdavid @chaotichockey @claudegirroux @darthbenn @denis-scorianov @devonlevi @dougiesflow @dubersbutt @erikjohnsons @essalindell @europeanleafs 
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@feistytkachuk @fratboyknight @fratboynolanpatrick @gabelandeskog @genosvechnikov @goalietender @grittyera @hertl @hockey-things @hockeyandtaylorswift @hockeybabestars @hockeylvr59 @hockeymenorattractiveboys @holtbae @holy-pucks @huggypetey @hymarns @ivanprovorov @j0shanderson @jacobmarkstrom @jalenhurd @jamesvanriemsdyk @jamiedrysdales @jiggyloveshockey @jjkhairas @jkubvrana @jordaneberle @justhockey @justholtbythings @justjosty 
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@killadelphias @klutchnetsov @konecny-morelike-wreckme @kreiderrider @kuemper @larkin @ldraisaitl29 @lovedyouless @mackdaddynate @majorpenalty @martynecas @matsbarzals @matthewtkachuk19 @mattnieto @mitcheemarns @mitchmarner @morganrielly @morning-skate @nathanbeaulieu @nazkadris @nhlupdate @nyisles @patty-wagon-nols @pencilhoarders @puckinginsane @puckmeupfam @puckshitbitch @pucksnsticksnhockeyboys @puckyess
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@retrocelly @saint-patrice @samgirard @seggstars @shortkingbarrie @sidmalkin @silkymitts @soft-hockeybros @stayonsidedumbdumb @steadyfreddie @svechsnikov @thathockeytho @thatsdemko @thetrashpitals @thickthighsandhockeyvibes @thisishowgalaxiescollide @thomasharleys @travisdermott @tsegss @turbolainen @tysbarrie @tyseggy @tysonjost @whatthepuckwhy @whockeywhore @woah-were-halfway-there @xylophonetrees @zachhymanaf @zuucc 
i’m sorry if i forgot anybody i tried going through everybody but i could have made a mistake so let me know 
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paperback-rascal · 2 years ago
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AKA Wrecker got a mission to be Padme’s bodyguard for few days.
Padme takes advantage of the situation and uses Wrecker’s nails (that are much larger than hers) to practice her nail-art skills.
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[EDIT] see more Wrecker and Padme artworks here -> [LINK] <-
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STAR WARS: The Clone Wars/The Bad Batch © George Lucas/ Dave Filoni/ LucasFilm/ Disney  
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I drew this comics awhile back... and I accidentally moved the file to trash! If not for @kalm5​​ who reminded me of it, I could have accidentally delete it!
Sooooo I have learn some things……
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I definitely suck at art especially free hand but I gave it my best shot…
Practice will make perfect and this was the first time I have ever done something like this!
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lifeprosthesis · 3 years ago
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Jack Rackham could Jack Wreckme
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