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🤘 Alexis 🤘

@itsalexis22universe

I'm weird, bisexual, I love 80s music and movies. ?✌️🤘

26. “You're allowed to need help."

With Wolffe 🤭

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{You Came, You Called}

Program: You don't know why it happens, or why it lasts for sometimes only a day or spans across months. There are days where you can't recognize the person looking back at you. On those days, there's only one person you trust to call for support. The is nothing in this galaxy that will prevent Wolffe from coming to your aid and caring for you with a tender love that's reserved only for you.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x GN! Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Length: 5016w

Warnings: This is about body dysmorphia (no appearance description of the reader's body, please read counselor note). Couple of swears, Anxiety, Petnames (cy'are, cyar'ika, sarad)

Counselor Note: First of all, thank you for the request Starry! No pressure to read this is, this is something you're not comfortable with. Now, this fic depicts body dysmorphia with the physical sensations I associate with it. Dysmorphia varies from person to person in how they experience and navigate life with it. That being said, this is just how I've experienced it and some of the things I do to help make myself feel as comfortable as I can on these days. I've written it so it focuses on the physical sensations that happen in a person's body rather than appearance. This is really just a self indulgent piece, because I think Wolffe especially would take care of someone with dysmorphia with the utmost care.

Prompt: Memory Hosted by @clonexreaderbingo

Today greets you with a blade to your neck. An unsettling discomfort settles in your bones before you even open your eyes. Hearing the dull thuds and clasps clicking of your lover’s armor, your chest sears with loneliness. The words harden on your tongue as he presses a soft kiss to your temple. Desperately wanting to call out for help, you can’t force your body to listen to you as you hear Wolffe quietly walk away from the bedroom. With every step he takes, the stinging pain behind your forehead grows more intense. Just as you manage a small noise of distress, the front door hisses open to conceal the sound. Silence hangs in the air. It coils and thickens as it wraps itself around you in a suffocating embrace.

Coruscant has yet to awaken and ease into its early morning bustle. All the morning birds stay safely tucked away in their nests. Only the shadows passing by the curtained window announce the lingering taxi speeders quietly dropping off last night party goers. Not even the sun has dared to rise. What should have been a moment to enjoy a sliver of peace and quiet now strikes you with sickening unease.

Harsh air locks hiss as they release tension. Mechanical whirls irritate your ears before the door finally slides closed, and it leaves a stale feeling of dread that consumes the entire apartment. You press your face into your pillow to let a whimper escape from your chapped lips. Every sense of familiarity dissipates from your mind as the planes of your body sit heavy on your bones. Overstimulation stings your nervous system with every fiber that touches your skin. The blankets you picked out with Wolffe in excitement when moving in together now scratch you. Your favorite sleep shirt twists and pulls, constricting your breathing. Wolffe’s cologne lingers over his side of the bed, and it blocks your airway with each haggard breath you take.

All the comforts of home contort into a foreign reality, so close to the one you live in, that holds you hostage when it pleases. Swallowing the lump forming in your throat, you take a deep breath and slowly exhale it. So, it’s going to be one of those days. One where you have to navigate life in a body so different from the one you’ve grown up with. Yet, it’s the very same body that you used to feel comfortable just hours before you woke up. You close your eyes and try to find a comfortable spot to fall asleep again. However, the heavy aches and dips pressing down on your body make it difficult to slip into a peaceful slumber. Luckily, the sandman takes pity on you after some time and sends you into a deep sleep.

Drunk words are sober thoughts

Hobie Brown x reader

Part three of the My Nuisance mini series. Find the other parts here

word count: 959

Synopsis: Hobie forgets everything he told you last night. Thank you @good-so for the inspo!!

When you woke up Hobie was gone. You were surprised you didn’t hear his obnoxious boot buckles clicking when he left. In fact you were surprised he left at all. He basically confessed his love and the fact he was Spiderman to you last night.

You needed time to process everything, make sure none of it was a fever dream. As soon as you woke up (and gathered your thoughts) you trudged over to Hobies flat. You knocked on the door similar to how Hobie always did, part of you was angry that he had left you but you would rather die than let him know he got to you.

“Hobie? You in there?!” You yell pressing your ear against the door.

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Hut'uun

Mereel Skirata x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader- You are one of the Coruscant Guards Medics and treat all kind of People. For example the Skiratas, more specific Mereel. He is a flirt and has laid eyes on you. You did so too.😉
Wordcount: ca. 3'600
⚠️Warnings⚠️ Injuries🩹, Canon Typical Violence⚔ Reader gets hurt 🤕, Mention of Sex- if you read carefully max 2 Sentences🔞
Pls tell me, if I forgot to tag something

This is for you @carodealmeida for the Request💟

Working in the Coruscant Guard Medbay was interesting in many ways. You got to learn new techniques way before the regular Hospitals on Coruscant did. And your equipment was always the best. One of the Reasons was that Senators like Padme Amidala and Riyo Chuchi as well as blue blooded ones like the Duchess of Mandalore were prone to Injuries. They preferred to be treated by Humans rather than Droids.

Padme was a known Patient of yours, she called you by your name, as if you would a friend and the banter between the two of you, Anakin would never admit it, but he was jealous sometimes.

Senators and the Coruscant Guard were not the only ones you treated regularly, if Troopers got hurt while on Leave they were brought to you. The RC’s and ARC’s that were stationed on Coruscant had their Check ups with you and your fellow Medics. Klan Skirata, as Lina, your Nurse referred to them were outright hostile to everyone but Lina and you.

Lina often called you, when you had a longer break because Kal’s Boys got hurt again. You had only treated Kall once and you were glad he was unarmed, because you were just as nice to him as he was to you. Which was really rude and distant but since then, he called you Ad’ika and has a high regard for you. Which also brings us back to the Situation at hand.

Since Kal trusted you now, his Boys were sent to you, if they got hurt on one of their super secret Missions. But none of them were such a flirt as Mereel.

,,Heeey, Baar’ur’ika.” He laughed as he entered and winced when he laughed. ,,You, my little Princess are stunning.” He breathed out and leaned against your current Patients Bed.

When Hound heared him, he groaned and rolled his eyes. ,,Easy there Lover boy, she’s working on me now. Could you wait until I can not hear you anymore?”

You laughed at their behavior. ,,Now, now. Hound be nice. And you Mereel, sit on that Bed over there, I’ll be with you shortly.”

Mereel grinned. ,,What ever you say Mesh’la.” He winked and walked over to the Bed.

You shook your head while you grin.

Hound laughed. ,,Don’t you get tired from pretty boy’s flirtations?”

Shrugging you sowed him up. ,,No, it’s different, funny even. And I know it’s just the nerves. If he’d saw me outside of this Medbay he would react different. I’m sure of it.”

Hound looked at you disbelieving. ,,Right and Grizzer is a Loath cat.”

You slapped his Shoulder. ,,Hey you. Be nice. I’m right a lot of times. And I’m sure. Mereel is a Ladies Boy. He can have all of them. The pretty ones, the ones with a small Waist, the ones who got clearly helped to their beauty and the rich girls, so why should he settle for me?”

Hound shook his head. ,,I know this look.  He’s looking at you like Skywalker looks at Amidala.”

You ruffled his slightly longer hair. ,,Oh, you mean when he’s messing with her? Yeah I know that look. Thire wears it often.” You got up, replaced your Dirty Gloves, Materials and looked after Mereel. His distinctive blue Mandalorian Armor shined bright in the Medbay lights. ,,Mereel? Are you visiting or do you have an Injury?”

He grin at you, he sat on the Bed but since he was tall he could just look straight at you. ,,Aww Cyare, do I really need an Injury to visit you?” he asked and pulled you closer by your Stethoscope, which you wore around your neck.

You smirked, clearly unimpressed. ,,No, but that’s the only time I see you. So, where is it? Left or right?”

He looked confused. ,,Where is what, left or right?”

You sighed. ,,You probably have broken or at least bruised Rips. Left side of the Thorax or right side? And what else?”

He grinned. ,,You are so intelligent, Cyar’ika and so beautiful. How can you do that.” He asked and bit his lower lip as he looked you up and down.

,,I don’t know dear. It just happened, guess I’m lucky.” You shrugged and caressed his cheek. ,,Since were talking about luck. If you delay me any longer you need to be lucky with Kal. He won’t stand for you delaying me.”

Mereel swallowed. ,,Alright ner mesh’la Baar’ur’ika. I’ll be good.” He took off his armor and stocked it next to the Bed. ,,A Bountyhunter got me.” Was his only explanation to his bruised left side.

You sighed and glared at him. ,,How can you joke around like this, if you’re obviously in so much pain?” you shook your head and took out your scanners. It showed you that 3 of those Rips were fractured and the Spleen was bruised too. ,,Mereel you are on strict Bedrest. If you do not comply, your Spleen might rupture and you need to be operated on. Do you understand? No unnecessary moving around and you will stay here for the time being. We wouldn’t want my favorite Patient get seriously hurt for no reason, would we?”

Mereel looked unsure. ,,No definitely not, since I have a reputation to uphold as your favorite Patient.” He winked.

,,Good, I’ll send Lina over to you and she’ll give you a Bactainfusion. For now, you do not need to go in a Tank but you might be placed in one. Depending on how you’re healing.” You wanted to walk away but Mereel was holding your Scrubs Shirt on the end.

,,Do I at least get a Kiss for being good?” he whispered to you.

You grinned and turned back to him. ,, I’ll send Kal for the Kiss.” You said and walked away.

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After your Shift you had a Week of Vacation but your treacherous mind kept on replaying what Mereel said and what Hound explained. After your Vacation you got sent off with a relief mission to Ryloth and arrived back at the GAR Coruscant Guard Base 3 Weeks after.

Mereel was discharged while you were on the Relief Mission but you read his chart. He was healing nicely. You absently stroke his chart with your thumb while you starred out at Coruscant's busy night sky.

,,I knew you liked him.”

You spun around to find Hound leaning against your Office door. Grizzer laying next to him on the floor.

,,Who?”

He grin. ,,The Null-ARC, Mereel. You had a faraway look while you stroke his chart lovingly.”

You furrowed your brows. ,, Stroke lovingly?” you sighed. ,,Hound, I just care for my Patients, that is all.”

,,Mhm.” He moved towards you and pointed at the Chart and to your desk. ,,And why is my Chart no where here? Or did you already read it?”

You sighed. ,,Stop investigating, I know what this is about and no. I have not. It is still with Lina.”

Hound grin triumphant. ,,And why?”

You sighed hating where this was going. ,,Because my treacherous mind wandered off to a place where I would actually believe what he said.”

Hound applauded you. ,,So, you finally see it.”

You sighed, feeling that you did this way too often lately for such a Joyful Person. ,,No Hound. My Mind wandered off, I admit that, but I am also being honest with you, when I tell you, that I saw them with enough pretty and beautiful and rich girls surrounding them and him, last time I went to 79ˋs with Thire.”

Hounds face fell. ,,So, that is why you don’t believe him.”

Again you sighed and grew frustrated with your sighing. ,,Yes, that is why. Could you now please drop this?”

He nodded. ,,But whatever happens Vod’ika, you know Grizzer and I will always love you, right?”

You chuckled and hugged him tight. ,,I know you do, otherwise you would stop calling me Vod’ika.”

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As you walked away from his Bed he felt lost. And you said you would send his father for the kiss? Please no. He loved Kal truly, but kisses from his father was not what he wanted.

Your Nurse, Lina she later helped Sergeant Spawn to place him in a Tank, so he would heal faster. But the dull throbbing in his Chest whenever he thought of you and then again the Joyful leaps his heart would take when he saw you. It was not easy to live with that, if he would give fully into those feelings, he would kiss you on sight. But he didn’t want to ruin what you had together, but he didn’t want to stay like this either. So whenever he had an evening off or a morning he went to 79ˋs.

Once, he thought he had seen you but thought again. You were on Vacation, you would not stay here on Coruscant, would you? So he turned back to the pretty Togruta in his Lap, who seemed to like him rather much, with how she purred. He tried to distract himself from you but when he kissed another Girl, he thought of you. Whenever he touched a females Body he thought of how you would feel under his touch  or react to his touch. He closed his eyes as he felt a certain type of bliss and wished he would be doing this with you, instead of this other woman.

Mereel tried not to get hurt, even his brothers commented on it. He hadn’t seen you in 4 Months, but he got hurt badly again. He was not conscious when he arrived at your Medbay. The next thing he saw, was one of his Girls, the Pantoran lean over him and kiss his Forehead. ,,There you are, handsome.” She chuckled. ,,Thought you would let me wait longer, like you usually do.” She winked.

He grinned at the memory. ,,Jakala, where am I?”

She looked around. ,,The Army Medical Bay. Looks like you will stay here longer than I thought.” She pointed to his Chart in his Hands. ,,Fractured Clavicle and Fibia and Tibia. Laser shot wound Medial, Anterior and Proximal Medial. Whatever that means. Plus here it says something about second grade burns on your left leg, Distal posterior and a Concussion.”

,,Dear, please leave the  Chart. The Doctor will come as soon as she got time to explain everything to you two.” Lina said politely. She took the Chart back but Mereel caught her Hand.

,,Give me Spawn, Lina. I want to be treated by one of mine.”

Lina seemed taken aback. ,,Are- are you sure? I’m sure-“

,,I am sure, Lina. Please.”

She nodded sharp. ,,As you wish.” She walked towards Spawn who seemed equally confused.

,,Vod, what seems to be the Problem? Don’t like the good Doctor anymore?” he half joked.

,,That’s not it. I just feel more comfortable with you looking me through than the good Doctor, Vod.” Mereel tried to avoid why he didn’t wanted to be treated by you.

Spawn sensed something like that. ,,Okay Vod, but you remember that I don’t allow visitors here. It is the GAR Base after all, means your Girlfriend will have to leave.”

He looked apologetic to Jakala.

,,It’s okay, Honey. I understand. I’ll see you out there again.” She said and captured his Lips with hers, right as you entered the Medbay.

Lina had the decency to call you so you would turn to the wall, like you always did. ,, Hound is waiting for you, in the Messhall.” she lied so you would not see Mereel kiss his Girlfriend without a corner to gather yourself after.

Mereel saw you go, as he looked after Jakala. He was so stupid, why would he allow Jakala to kiss him, if you were right there? Only Lina’s quick thinking saved him. He looked at her and nodded her thanks.

She sighed and shook her head.

Spawn cleared his throat. ,,Care to explain why you lied to your Friend? We both know Hound is in the Messhall at this time but he did not ask for her. So?”

Lina shrugged. ,,He didn’t ask you.”

Spawn gave her a stern look. ,, Nor you, Lina? Has this something to do with Mereel and his Girlfriend?”

Lina looked to the floor. ,,You will have to ask Mereel about that.” With that she left.

Spawn crossed his arms. ,,I guess this also explains why you wanted me as your Doc and not her? What are you afraid of, Mereel?”

Mereel shook his head. ,,No I’m not scared. I just.” He sighed and winced. ,,I didn’t want to hurt her. I think she likes me and letting her see Jakala would be mean.”

Spawn looked not convinced. ,,If you say so. Bactatank for you.” He said and rolled up the I.V stopper so it could flow into his bloodstream.

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You received a call from Lina, that Hound would be waiting for you in the Messhall, so you run off.

You arrived at Hounds table and excused yourself for being late.

,,Late? Vod’ika we did not have a date today. Why, who said that?”

Perplexed you glanced at your Commlink. ,,Lina.” You said slowly.

Hounds confused features softened. He had seen Mereel enter with his Girlfriend. ,,Maybe, she thought you could use a break with me?” he winked.

You laughed. ,,Oh you.” You rolled your eyes. ,,I can’t. I don’t have Lunch break just yet. But I’ll join you an other day.” You got up again, kissed his cheek and went back to the Medbay.

Lina looked obviously nervous. So you approached her. ,,Lina, do you think I look hungry?” you said with mirth.

She relaxed as she realized you were not mad. ,,Just a bit, why?”

You held your Commlink high. ,,You called me, remember?”

She nodded and with no reason hugged you.  You accepted the hug but were curious as to why she behaved like that. The Day Mereel got out of the Bactatank you understood. He had a Girlfriend. You tried to look calm, joyful, even but your eyes gave you away.

Hurt was all you felt. Pain in your heart and your soul. Overpowering hurt, making it difficult to breathe because everything hurt. As you saw her so happy to see him, your little world shattered. He really did not mean any of what he said. Hound was wrong. Mereel did not love you, like he claimed he did. You turned and steady walked into your office. There you called one of your Friends.

,,Padme?”

,,So good to see you, love.” The Senator smiled at you but then her smile fell. ,,Somethings wrong. What is it?”

You shook your hear tears slowly filling your vision. ,, Nothing, really. I just heared you needed an emergency meeting with me. Here in my Office, where you can take your Datapad with you?” you pleaded her.

She nodded. ,,Yes you are right, I am not feeling well. I’ll need that meeting now. I’ll be down in a few minutes.” Padme said and 2 Minutes later she knocked at your door.

You explained everything to her and she sat there on the Couch with you, holding you while you cried.

Time heals all wounds, is a saying that not always is true to every situation.

After that Day you took a leave of absence, Padme let you stay in one of her Houses on Naboo. But when you closed your eyes, you could still see him and her.

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Mereel saw how much this hurt you. But what could he do? The damage was done and with how Jakala behaved, it gave off the impression that he loved her too. But he only loved you, how could he be so stupid? Jakala could never replace you and here he tried and only hurt the Woman he truly loved.

Later that Day his Father came to visit him. He did not say anything beyond. ,,You are my Son and I will always love you and be proud of you, but here you are a coward, Son.”

Hound had to be forcefully stopped by Spawn and Thire, so he would not hurt Mereel.

He did not see you again, not until one night in 79’s where the owner gave the dress code for Girls as ,,Maskerade.” They gave free Eye Masks to the women who did not know, so everyone would be concealed. He would recognize you everywhere. He glanced next to you Padme Amidala was in a tight fitting purple dress and she had a Purple Mask on. Her Lips red. And you? You looked absolutely ravishing. Your blue dress, with cutouts highlighted all that he loved so much about you. Your Waist and Breasts, it ended a hand over the knee. And even the shoes you wore, highlighted your legs. The most beautiful was your Smile, it was carefree and Joyful as he remembered you to be. He did not catch your eyes but the glittery Mask suited you perfect.

Hound circled around you, like a guard dog, expecting trouble.

Mereel sighed, he still loved you but could he just go to you and tell you so? Or should he pretend not to know you and feign first interests in you? He didn’t know what he should do, but his Father was right, he was a coward. And he hated cowards.

Mereel took a deep breath and walked towards you. You seemed too concentrated into the Conversation to see him.

Mereel took your Hand and slowly pulled you to him. First you laughed until you saw who it was, that pulled. You looked at him, as if he had slapped you. ,,Cyare, please let me explain.”

But you shook your head. Padme next to you looked ready to explode.

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As a Celebration to your leave finished Padme took you to 79’s, only because of the dress code it had today evening.

You were so happy to go out with your friend and into the Clone bar, where Commanders like Cody and Wolffe would be armored up and armed, nonetheless. It was save for Padme. You danced with her and she talked about how Bail helped her in certain occasions. And then someone pulled your Hand. You laughed until you saw Mereel. All the Pain you went through returned with one big BANG! In your heart.

You felt Padme ready to fight to your right.  ,,Cyare, please let me explain”. He asked. But the Tears already started to roll down your Cheek, without you noticing.

He carefully reached up with his freehand and gently wiped the tears away. ,, I am so sorry, Cyar’ika. Please let me explain.”

His touch was something you wished for many times, whether it was as gentle as this or rough grabbing your Hand because he helped you up somewhere. But now you couldn’t stop yourself, you flinched.

You saw his heart break there and then as you flinched. But his touch hurt in your heart. You took your Hand out of his. And wiped your tears away. You took a steady breath. ,,Why should I let you explain what looks clear to me?”

He sighed. ,,I know I am a Coward and I am sorry that I am. But Cyar’ika please listen to me.” He looked so unsure and sad. His Voice carried over the loud upbeat Music but you heared perfectly what he said.

,,Make it quick then, your Girlfriend just arrived. I bet she would not like you calling me what you did, when you should be calling her that.”

He nodded. ,,I broke up with her, I never was with her, she was just there and gave the Title to herself. I always wanted you, Cyare. I just went with her so I wouldn’t hurt you.”

You laughed humorless. ,,So you wouldn’t hurt me? How did that go?!” You asked seething.

He looked to the floor. ,,I am sorry Cyar’ika. When I was with her, when I kissed her, I thought of you. She was just a substitute for you. I love you, Cyare.”

Your heart hurt so much with what he said, but you hoped that he meant it. It was not up to you any longer whether you listened to him or not, your legs sagged away and you landed in his arms, the last thing you remember was Pain. Unforgiving, harsh and dark pain.

You woke up in one of your Med beds, I.V. placed as well as an EKG on you chest. Padme was on your left side and Mereel on your right side.

Spawn rounded the corner. ,,There you are, you scared us for a minute, little one.”

You smiler weekly. ,,Why, though?”

He set his Lips in a thin line. ,,Broken heart Syndrome, ever heared of that one?”

You nodded.

,,You got something similar. Instead of staying away, Mereel should stay close to you for now. I could say, dear. Your heart has chosen him and you really need to listen to it. Some of your heart strings ripped due to emotional trauma.”

You looked over at Mereel, he looked unsure of this. He got up and leaned over you. He took  a deep breath and without a warning, kissed you. Your EKG beeped furiously warnings out. Spawn was seconds away from pulling Mereel away and then it normalized.

As he pulled back you slapped him across his Face. Then you reached out and pulled him down for another kiss. After the first shook he kissed you back.

He let go of you again. ,,Cyar’ika?” he asked unsure, he looked to Padma who was squirming with glee, then back down at you.

Your heart did not hurt that much anymore. It’s as if Mereel’s kiss healed something inside of you. ,,Hmm?”

,,I love you and I’m sorry for hurting you. Can you forgive me?”

You nodded. ,,I think I can, pretty boy.”

He kissed you again and Padme hugged Spawn enthusiastically.

Translation from Mando’a :
  • Baar’ur’ika from Baar’ur ->Doctor/Medic
  • ‘ika  -> little, added to a name as a very familiar or childhood form: Vodˋika, little Vod
  • Vod-> sibling /brother/ sister
  • Cyare-> beloved
  • Mesh’la-> Beautiful

The Difference (Part One)

Summary: Mereel tries to get Ordo laid, but doesn't expect to fall for the same girl that Ordo does.

Pairing: Ordo x Reader x Mereel (No Cl*necest)

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Flirting, Drinking, Suggestive language, Protective/Possessive Ordo and Mereel.

WC: 2.7K

A/N: Okay I've been tweaking this for DAYS. I'm just gonna go ahead and post it. There's definitely going to be a part two.

Shy Boys Go to Heaven

Summary: Fixer doesn't like how much Scorch cozied up to you. He intends to show you that you're his and only his.

Pairing: Delta Squad!Fixer x F Medic!Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+; SMUT, Possessive/Jealous!Fixer, P in V (unprotected; wrap it up friends), oral (f receiving), cum eating, Rough sex. (If I missed something, lemme know)

WC: 3.1K

A/N: Guys... I was like possessed while writing this. Lmao. I genuinely don't know where this sudden love for Fixer came from bc literally the man pissed me off yesterday while I was reading. But c'est la vie, right? Anyway... I think I'm gonna start writing more Rep Comm fics. I'm still working on the Ordo x Reader x Mereel one, don't worry!

In the Moonlight

Summary: You accidentally let it slip you "Used to" have feelings for Niner. Your partner Fi doesn't seem so bothered by it.

Pairing: Niner x Reader x Fi (Clones from Omega Squad in the Republic Commando Series)

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; SMUT, Angst, drinking, threesome (mfm) (no clonecest), unprotected p in v (wrap it up, friends), oral (f and m receiving)

WC: 3.8K

A/N: My love for Omega Squad is unreal. Seriously. These books are incredible. Listened to the song "Moonlight" by Kali Uchis while writing it. ALSO: I HAVEN'T FINISHED BOOK 3 TRUE COLORS YET, so no spoilers lmao. I've just been working on this since I read Hard Contact lmao. I realize that not a lot of people aren’t gonna know the Republic Commando boys and that's okay, I just strongly urge you to read them bc they're literally SO good.

Promises

Pairings: Boba Fett x Reader Rated E - 2.1k
Tags: Established Relationship; Smut; Fingering; Orgasm; Porn with feelings; Takes place sometime after BoBF; Playing fast and loose with canon; Boba is a softie but will still cut a bitch; Please let me know if I missed anything!
Summary: Boba reckons with his growing responsibilities as a leader and protector of his community, and a late night conversation with you forces you both to come to terms with the depth of your feelings for one another.

He stood stone still by the holoprojector, staring down at the gruesome image before him. At this point in his life, there wasn’t much in the Galaxy that could shock or disturb him… but this came close. 

This attack wasn't even the worst he'd seen— or done. But now that he found himself tasked with the care and protection this place and the people that inhabited it, he felt the weight and severity of this injustice far more intensely than he would have before…  

Before the pit. Before his adoptive tribe. Before you.

Lady and the Merc

Axe Woves x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count- 4.6k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ only!), mutual pining, feelings, cheeky Axe, tension, flirting, fluff, takes place in the Gins for Hire episode Notes- I know a max of like 10 people will care about this fic but Axe gets no love on here and I’ve been thinking about him ever since he came back in the new season! He’s just so fine omg so I couldn’t help but write this!!! Enjoy!

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It created a great commotion when the Mandalorians showed up on your planet. Amidst the glam and the colors that illuminated your planet, the mercenaries stood out, and many gawked as the leader and his two top trusted companions entered the palace. You stood at the Duchess’ side, her right hand as you had been your entire life, while she explained the need for protection on your planet.

“And acting as liaison between our peoples,” she gestured to you as she introduced you by name, “She will make sure you have everything you need and keep communication between our people open.”

You stepped forward as your nerves flared; the leader was even more handsome up close. “I look forward to working with you,” you extended your hand for a shake, “And I personally want to thank you all for coming to our aid and keeping our people safe.”

“The pleasure,” the leader took your hand, but instead of shaking it, he brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of it tenderly, “Is all mine,” he gave you a wink as you felt your skin burn under his touch, “And call me Axe Woves.” Behind him, the other two equally beautiful Mandalorians rolled their eyes at his antics.

title: at his side (in his bed)

pairing: mand’alor!din djarin x female reader x paz vizsla

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 2586

chapters: 1/1

summary:

They call you the whore of Mandalore.

Nothing more than the woman at side of the ruler of New Mandalore, Din Djarin, a pretty little prize that he likes to share with with his General Commander, Paz Vizsla.

Mandalorians have always been good at keeping their secrets.

author’s note: this is just filthy. if you enjoy, please consider leaving a comment as they really make my day 💕

content warnings/additional tags: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), explicit language, writer considers din his first name, alternate universe - Mand’alor din djarin, use of Mando’a, threesome (MFM), degradation kink, pet names (sweet AND derogatory), explicit breeding kink, spitroasting, unprotected p in v, oral sex (m&f receiving), come play, semi-public sex, dom/sub undertones, bratty reader, fingering, no plot just smut. let me know if any are missing!

Little one

Paz Vizsla x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: y/n gets injured, fighting with paz, enemies to lovers dynamic. I don't know what to call this story but I'm gonna make a part 2

A/n: 18+ If you don't like the warnings please don't read!

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"I don't know why you bought me to the covert, Bo Katan I understand. But me?" Y/n asked.

Din looked over at her, all she could see was the helmet but by the way he slouched his shoulders and tilted his head, she knew what face he was making.

"What!? I would've been happy going to tatooine and kicking back with Boba and Fennec. But no instead I have to sit around a covert, being gazed upon by judgemental eyes because I'm not wearing a fuckin helmet!"

Din straighted up. "You'll be fine."

"Oh yeah? Well what about Paz Vizsla? Everytime we see him, he's either tryna rip your helmet off or fight you! He's a big guy, one day he'll win."

"I love your vote of confidence."

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Bo Katan landed the ship on the beach, y/n's hand got closer and closer to her light saber the more they moved towards the cave.

Y/n stopped in her tracks the moment her eyes landed on the man she didn't wish to see. Paz and a few other Mando's slowly made their way out of the cave.

"You're no longer welcome here Din Djarin." Vizsla said.

"I bathed in the living waters, I bring proof." Din held up a silver cylinder.

"I stand as witness." Bo said.

Paz tilted his head. "And who are you, night owl?"

"I am Bo Katan of clan kryze."

The conversation and snide comments continued as Y/n scanned the area, watching the water, the cliffs, and the dunes. Vizsla took note of this, how patient she was with every spot she looked to, just waiting to see something.

"Y/n."

"Yeah?"

Din ushered her into the cave, She walked by Paz looking him up and down with a sneer, earning a dark chuckle.

"You'd be wise in refraining from looking at me in such a manner, little one."

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They entered a small room where The armorer stood, and like always she was holding a hammer and what looked like a wrench.

Y/n made sure she was close to Din and as far away from Paz as she could get, which was like a foot. She gripped his arm, making him look over to her and nod.

"It's alright. They won't hurt you."

The armorer turned to them. "I wouldn't expect a Jedi to be afraid of Mandalorians."

"You're fierce worriers, I should know I live with one."

Paz Vizsla of course had to pick this moment to speak his mind.

"Coward."

He stepped back as a blue light flashed and he could feel heat at his throat. He could hear the buzzing of her light saber as they stared each other down.

"You are not our enemy." The armorer said. "You have nothing to fear."

Din leaned close to her ear, he slowly wrapped his hand around her wrist.

"Put it away, Y/n."

She kept glancing over at Paz as the time ticked by, Din was excepted back in and surprisingly so was Bo. Y/n left the cave to go back to the ship, when she heard heavy footsteps fallowing her.

"Not very stealthy, Vizsla."

He got close to Y/n and towered over her.

"If I didn't want you to hear me, you wouldn't have heard me, little one."

Paz began circling her, he leaned in close to her ear. The sound of his voice sending shivers down her spine and heat to her core.

"You have Spirit, I'll give you that. But let's see your reflex's."

Y/n heard the sound of metal, the blue light of her saber shined bright as she swung it at him, hitting him in the beskar. She spun left and hit him with the force, Paz's back hit the cave wall. Y/n ran on to the beach, she looked around in to the night. Vizsla was right behind her as she began running up the beach away from the cave and the ships.

Y/n suddenly heard the sound of a jet pack, she looked up as he landed in front of her. Their weapons clashed together, blue flashes lit up the area for all to see.

Y/n jumped and landed behind him, he turned around only to be pushed to the ground. She held him down with the force as she got on top of him. This man was really big compared to her, if she wasn't a Jedi, she wouldn't stand a chance.

"How is that for reflex's?" She asked.

The same dark chuckle left Paz, Y/n felt his hand slide up her thigh, moving closer to her heat. She sheathed her lightsaber and got off of him, turning to go back to the convert, she suddenly felt the wind get knocked out of her as she was taken to the ground.

Y/n attempted to squirm but he held her down, the weight of Paz sent heat rush to her core. He snaked his hand around her neck and brought her up so her back was against his chest. She could hear his breath in her ear, Paz's grip tightened as he got closer.

"You think you can over power me, little one? Run back to the covert, back to your mandalorian keeper." He whispered.

Y/n got out from under him and ran towards the cave, the nearly crashed into Din but he grabbed a hold of her arms.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Y/n turned to the entrance of the covert out of breath, she stared for a minute but soon shook her head.

"N- nothing....Nothing, I'm fine."

THE END ❤️

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Di’kut

(Part one)

You didn’t mean to stumble across the covert, you merely meant to find new parts for your star cruiser and maybe a new gig as a mechanic.

Translations below

You stepped out of your cruiser onto the desert planet. The scorching sun met your helmet as you stepped out and surveyed the land. The sketchy buildings and market were the first to catch your eye.
“This looks like a shit hole,”
Looking back at my star cruiser you say
“Guess we’ll fit right in then, huh shit box?”
Walking through the market of the secluded planet people gawked, not exactly surprising considering most mandalorians have previously been wiped out. Only a few left to scourge the planets and do kriff knows what. You overheard some of the towns people speak of the ‘other mandalorians’ you nearly stopped right there and begged to know where they were. But you didn’t, you had to keep it together, no matter how much you had longed to be with your own kind. You was fine on my own. Kriff sake you hadn’t even seen another mandalorian since the purge. You continued walking; looking through the market you found some parts for your ship, though you did have to haggle a bit since you were a bit cheap.
“500 credits? Kriff no that part is barely worth 200 credits! I could get a better deal on kamino!”
Your voice modulator hummed
The shopkeeper mumbled something like ‘can’t have shit on Kamino.’ but you ignored it. You were lying your ass off but you were good at it.
“Fine I can do 400 credits.”
“300.”
“350.”
“Fine.”
You handed over the credits and took your parts back to her ship. That part was worth 500 at the least but you got one hell of a discount for it. Seeing your ship in the distance you sped your walking. In a moment you heard shuffling and whipped around to a tall mandalorian in shiny beskar armor charging you. You flung your parts away from you and grabbed hold of your vibroblade and blaster. Aiming the vibroblade towards him swinging at him and catching his breastplate with a screeching noise. Leaving an ugly scar in his armor. Kicking his leg out you fell back landing on the ground with a ‘thud’ and had the air knocked out of you. He kneeled over you and demanded
“Who are you?”
You raised your leg wrapping it around the man’s torso you rolled the both of you over. Now you kneeling over him with your blade held at his throat
“A stormtrooper obviously.”
You could feel the glare of the man through his helmet. You began to get up grabbing him just above the wrist I pulled him up.
“We’ll if you don’t mind, I’m going to get back to repairing my ship so I can get out of this shit hole thanks.”
You could feel his confusion and you turned back again
“Look I’m not trying to hunt you or the ‘other mandalorians’ that I heard about in the market. I just came to this planet to get parts and get back to work fixing ships.”
You began to walk again
“Come to the covert.”
You looked at him quizzically, tilting your helmet a little as you stared.
“I do not really have a choice in the matter do I?”
“No.”
“Well may I at least put my parts in my ship?”
He agreed. You hauled your various parts back to your ship and put them in a storage unit in your ship. You debated ditching him and getting away from this planet but your ship was in no shape to escape with. You ultimately left your ship and followed the large burly man and you rejoiced at the thought of seeing your kind once again.
The two of you navigated the market and past the small village to wherever the ‘covert’ was. You decided to speak up
“Do I get to know your name or must I call you tin can ?”
He glanced down at you
“Din Djarin, but you may call me Din.”
“Alor Din Djarin?”
“You may just call me Din, what clan do you belong to?”
“I am of the Verde clan, though it isn’t much of a family now as I am the last of the Clan Verde.”
He nodded and the rest of the walk remained silent. You came to the top of a dune and saw the encampment below just past a large glittering lake. You saw children playing in their oversized mandalorian helmets. You two began to descend from the dune and towards the camp. Mandalorians began toward you, alor Din began to push through them until there stood a large man clad in Blue beskar.
Oh look another fic and it’s Paz Vizsla! Yay I have most of part two as a draft right now so it should be out soon. If there is a lot of errors let me know it’s a little late and I just wanted to push out something before I went to sleep lmao.
Translations:
alor: leader, boss, basically anyone higher ‘rank’ than oneself.

I have FINALLY returned! Life have been nuts but I’m getting back into the swing of things. I have a lovely requested one shot in the works, and I absolutely cannot wait to share it. I want it to be perfect so I’m taking the time it needs to be just right. In the meantime, I have something a little less…sweet…and moreeee…indulgent. Yeah, that’s it. LOOK, I’ve been missing my green tin can man, and I have had THOTS.

So without further ado, please enjoy this purely filthy oneshot of ROTJ bounty hunter Boba, in his prime, just because I felt like it. (And iffff you really like it, there may or may not be more hehe)

(Obviously this is NSFW, minors DNI. Predator/prey, dom Boba x sub!reader, reader is a virgin, dirty talk/praise, slight voyeurism if you squint, and Boba just being…well, Boba. *Because we all know younger Boba is a menace okay*)

Oneshot: Reckoning

Your uncle had trained you for this moment.

Had prepared you for the day this nightmare would arise. You knew a hunter would come, the only question was who. But no amount of training could compare to standing face to face with him.

Boba Fett.

This will be a multi part fic.

tw: injuries, trauma, family abandonment, eventual smut, power imbalance, Daddy kink (if you squint)

It was too early in the day for tributes and grievances. In hindsight, he should have known this was neither. When 8D8 announced her entrance, he tilted his head to the side ever so slightly in an uncharacteristic gesture of puzzlement. Fennec, ever observant at his side, glanced at him and raised her eyebrows.

He hardly recognized her. Not because he hadn’t seen her in years - she had her father’s best features and distinct big, bright eyes - but because the left side of her face was mottled with livid bruises and her lip was split. There was blood down the front of her dress and caked in her nostrils. She stood straight and walked with her head high and her shoulders back. A white, odd-eyed tooka, specially bred to be the companion of royalty, trailed behind her. It had been just a kitten the last time Boba saw it - a gift from her father. The Boy King, they’d called him. Boba had at first wondered how he’d ever managed to raise a child, then he watched her loping effortlessly around the palace courtyard on a fathier that stood taller than a man and he realized that she’d raised herself.

The Boy King of Brao frequently employed the bounty hunter Boba Fett when he was in the business of taking no-questions-asked contracts. The Boy King was, in fact, only a few years younger than Fett himself. Contracts for The Boy King always ended in as many rounds of strong drink as Fett could tolerate and the offer of companionship from one of the many dancing girls who benefited from The Boy King’s propensity for debauchery. The Princess, a child then, would be in the stable or the woods.

Fett did meet her once, briefly, before her father sent her off to a finishing school on Hosnian Prime. And here she was now, a finished princess, maintaining her composure admirably despite what appeared to be throbbing injuries to her face.

“Come forward,” he said, more softly than he intended.

She signaled with her hand at her side for the fancy-bred tooka to sit and remain still, and Fett saw in that moment that her hand was bruised as well and at least two of her fingers appeared visibly broken.

The Princess stepped towards the throne with her eyes cast down and her posture rod straight. She executed an admirable curtsy, but winced and made a small noise as she raised herself back up. There were dark circles under her eyes and her lashes were wet.

“What brings you to Mos Espa, Princess?”

“There was a coup,” she replied quietly.

There had indeed been a coup. The Boy King’s decades of indulgences had finally caught up with him. He’d fled, leaving The Princess to face the consequences alone.

“Where is your father?”

“If I knew, I would have told the Opposition General the first time he asked and avoided all of… this.”

She gestured weakly towards her face.

The Princess, being The Boy King’s next of kin, was issued the death penalty on his behalf. She’d managed to bribe her way on to the smuggling compartment of a ship - along with her tooka - and had the presence of mind to make her way to the palace of Boba Fett, the only person with any power that her father hadn’t managed to betray or swindle.

Fett instructed Drash to help her into the bacta tank. In the privacy of Fett’s healing room, she helped The Princess peel off her bloody dress and wrap clean muslin cloth over her breasts and across her hips to preserve her modesty. Her injuries were extensive, and once she was unconscious and fully submerged in the tank, Fett briefly and without a spare glance read through the health report on the bacta tank’s data pad.

The tooka - a male of the species named Fru - whined anxiously at Fett and sat up on his haunches to peer into the bacta tank at his sleeping mistress.

“She’ll be fine.”

“Chrrp.”

Part II is coming soon. Requests are open. I’m taking suggestions for a name for The Princess.

A Hot Shower to Warm the Heart

Rating: Teen and up

Wordcount: 1290

Pairing: Wolffe x Reader

TW: Mentions of body insecurity and nakedness! It is a fluffy one with implied possibility of more.

Summary: When you return to base from a mission for the rebels, you take a hot shower to wash away the grime, cold and bad feelings you have about yourself. When Wolffe enters the showers and sees you, he decides to act on his feelings and help you out.

A/N: I did it! I managed to write this little drabbely one shot that was floating in my head and wanted out! Thank you to the ever sweet @imabeautifulbutterfly for doing the beta for me, you are an inspiration! Yes, despite being a meangirl you are awesome too 😘

As always likes, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated, especially when you can help me become a better writer !

We Are Mandalorians: Our Love Must Be Forged (An AxePaz Fic)—Chapter 1

Hello, sweeties! This is a rivals-to-lovers fix-it AxePaz fic (the fix-it is for Paz’s death and the rivals-to-lovers takes a lot of bickering and homoerotic sparring, and some softer moments too). I guess it’s probably obvious, but Axe is going to be the one who saves Paz eventually. They’re gonna spelunk on Mandalore together, they’re gonna fight, they’re gonna have a great time—and so are you! Enjoy!

Bold

Paz Vizsla x fem!reader (no use of y/n) Word count-4.5k

Summary- Paz saves your life when the pirates attack Nevarro. And then you find out he likes it when you’re bold…

Warnings- 18+ ONLY minors do not interact, takes places on Nevarro during “The Pirate,” protective!Paz, mutual pining, smut, handjob, fingering, breast play, oral (f receiving), cumplay, size kink, competency kink, praise kink, squirting, creampie, multiple orgasms, “good girl” Notes- This one is dedicated to the Paz girlies. This started as more towards the action and protectiveness and then I had the idea to add the smut and I ended up spending more time on that lol! Enjoy! @flightlessangelwings-updates​ is my update blog to also follow and turn on post notifications to stay up to date on when I post!

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You let out a deep sigh as you scanned the rubble that was once the capital city of Nevarro. You and the others counted yourselves lucky to be alive, but nerves still pulsed through your veins that you had just been through. As you helped the others clean up the mess and start to rebuild your homes, you relived the past day in your head. But it was the liberation and the rescue of your home that stuck with you the most.

It all happened so fast. The Nevarro sky rained with blaster fire as ships poured out of the large pirate vessel that descended on the city. You tried to run, but the pirates grabbed you and a few others and held you hostage, forcing you all to act as their bartenders as they enjoyed their victory over your largely defenseless city.