artist! reader asking the clones if they can paint them naked
gn! reader
warnings: implied suggestive thoughts
a/n: some of these clones can’t get their mind outta the gutter…
also I decided to make a writing blog on tumblr bc I need to get the headcanons and stories outta my head, also I suck at full fanfics I only have one on ao3 lmao, so here’s an informal welcome :3 and this is in for the artfight theme reveal woahh
FOX's fingers twitches against his datapad and a huff of breath escapes through his lips. “you don’t want to paint me, your paintings are… beautiful.” he thinks he doesn’t deserve to be painted on your worthiness canvas, but you tell him otherwise—you’d be honoured to be able to paint every inch of him. “fine, just ignore my scars, though, yeah?” obviously you don’t, they’re part of him.
WOLFFE raises an eyebrow and snorts softly, he stares at you for a while until he realises you’re serious. “me? you want to paint… me?” he replies slightly shocked, you just smile and nod, there was nothing about it, you wanted to paint your partner. “huh… go for it, then, I guess.”
CODY chuckled and tilted his head with a smile. “is that a proposition for something else?” he sees you frown and was about to over-explain until he shook his head. “kiddin’, just don’t want you to waste your materials over me.” you sigh and roll your eyes, it’s not wasting anything and you drag him with you anyway.
BLY stops what he’s doing and turns his attention to you immediately. he smiles softly and gave a nod. “i’d love to, that’s… if you don’t mind.” you tell him you wouldn’t have offered if you didn’t mind anyway. he feels a little nervous about it, but he doesn’t say anything.
MAYDAY lets out a small amused noise. “oh wow, I was not expecting that.” he knows you don’t mean it in a sexual way, but still, his mind did go into that direction. he clears his throat and nods. “knock yourself out.”
REX was in the middle of drinking caf, after hearing those words, he had to stop abruptly to not spit it out. he slowly turned his head and looked around, making sure you were speaking to him. “wait, me?” because who else would you be talking to. “oh, uh—yeah, sure.” he feels flustered, because he’s seen your art and he’s going to be part of that.
GREGOR snaps his head around and grins, he walks runs pathetically towards you and practically beams. “need me to pose or anythin’? cause I’m ready as ever!” safe to say he is very enthusiastic to start, which makes you both excited but concerned.
HOWZER hums, “of course.” not quite comprehending what you just asked him. until he double thinks and looks at you. “wait, naked? right now?” you nod and wait for an answer. “uh, yeah, right—yeah, sure.” he definitely doesn’t stumble over his words or anything.
HUNTER blinks at your question, staying silent for a couple seconds and then a small smile appears on his face. “well, your work is good, so I know you’ll do me justice.” he is actually quite excited on the inside.
WRECKER lets out a sudden loud laugh, hid behind nervousness. "ya wanna paint me?" he knows he says he loves to be part of anything you do, but, he knows he's very fidgety. you assure him you don't mind as long as he's comfortable. "can't promise I'll stay still, but I'll try!" all in all, he's definitely more excited than anything.
TECH slowly lifts his head up and puts the data pad in his lap. he is silent for a while, he doesn't quite know what to say. you tell him he can be clothed if he wants to, it's just for anatomy practice, you don't want to make him uncomfortable. "I see... if it's just for anatomy practice purposes, I can spare some time." it’s new to him and he knows he’s stepping out of his comfort zone, but he doesn’t mind for you.
CROSSHAIR scoffs and folds his arms over his chest. “you want me to let you paint me?” he chews on the toothpick and watches the slight disappointment in your eyes. he sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. “I suppose I’ll allow it this once, get on with it.”
ECHO swallows deeply and glances down at his legs. “ah… I don’t think I’d be very uh… paintable.” he whispers, immediately you frown and tell him to stop being so hard on himself and you’d love to. but he does smile at the passion in your voice. “alright, I’ll try to keep still.”
FIVES snaps his head around and the widest smirk on his smile appears ever. he’s already unclasping the top half of his armour off and manspreads on the nearest crate. “well, then I’m all yours.” this may or may not be turning him on, and you can tell.
JESSE grins and raises an eyebrow. “naked, eh? sure that’s not an excuse just to see me without my armour on?” he holds his hands up in mock surrender as you complain to him. “hey, I’m kiddin’! I’d love for you to paint me… naked n’ all.”
HARDCASE is already getting into a pose as soon as you ask the question. “yes!” you blink and ask if he actually heard you. “you asked if you could paint me naked n’ I’m saying yes, do it.”
KIX takes his gloves off and turns around as you sit yourself down on one of the chairs. “as much as I’d love you too, I might be needed.” you say he can go at anytime, it’s just for practice. “ah, well then. lead the way.” he was internally slapping himself for having his mind elsewhere.
DOGMA gapes for about ten seconds, he opens his mouth to speak but couldn’t for a while. you ask if he’s okay, he clears his throat and nods. “sorry, just… surprised. uhm, you sure you don’t want to ask any of the others? I wouldn’t mind for this occasion.” you sigh and explain you want to paint him and him only. “okay… yeah, alright, just… don’t be disappointed.” you chastise him for even thinking that way.
TUP lets out a nervous giggle and rubs his nape. “me? do you have the time? i know how long this sort of thing takes and it’s gonna be about me.” you tell him you don’t care if it’s him and that you’d love to paint him. “well, I’m honoured! thank you.”
Summary: Loving Cody is easy. It is too easy, for all that he doesn’t and will never feel the same way. But, maybe you can turn your attention to someone who’s been waiting for you to see him.
Pairing: One-sided Cody x F!Reader, Pre Bly x Reader
Word Count: 1500
Warnings: Reader gets kidnapped and starved.
A/N: It was just too cold to write this morning, lol. But I've warmed up since then and I love Bly, so here it is.
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From the day you met him, you’ve loved Cody.
You love his smile, his quiet jokes, and how you feel safe when you’re with him. You love the way his eyes crinkle when he’s genuinely happy, and the way his nose scrunches when he’s disgusted.
And he’ll never feel the same way.
Oh, you don’t doubt that he’s fond of you. He’s always happy to see you, and he enjoys how you’re happy to cook for him and his brothers, though he teases you about using them as taste testers, rather than cooking for them because you want to do something nice.
He’s protective of you, and your time, and you know he’ll never allow anyone to take advantage of you, or harm you, so long as he’s around.
But he doesn’t love you.
And it’s fine.
Really.
He doesn’t have to love you. You aren’t entitled to his love just because you loved him first. You’re happy having his affection and his friendship. You are.
Sure, some nights you lay in bed and fantasize about what-if.
What if he did love you? What if he looked at you like you look at him? What if, when you’re with him, his stomach flips and his heart clenches? What if he lays in bed and thinks about you?
Most nights, however, those thoughts turn into tears.
But, no one knows about it. The only one who knows your silent grief is your comforter, and it doesn’t tell stories.
And so, you go on day by day. Greeting Cody with bright smiles and light jokes, and when he shows up with a girlfriend, you greet her politely and make sure that she doesn’t have any food allergies, and you treat her like a friend.
Sure, maybe she doesn’t last longer than a month or, in one situation, an evening, but you’re still kind and polite.
It’s ironic, you’ve actually managed to make some friends with his exes.
And you know Cody appreciates it. He told you, once, that he was glad that you were so welcoming to the people around you, and then he continued by telling you that you’re too nice for your own good.
You can’t help how you are as a person, and so you wave off his concerns when he brings it up. It doesn’t matter, in the long run, because he has all of his brothers looking out for you.
So, you suppose, if you want to be accurate, you have to admit that he does love you. But he loves you like a friend loves a friend, not like how a man loves a woman.
At least he’s still in your life, even if it’s not how you want. You just have to take what you can get.
But, all the same, when you’re kidnapped several months later due to your friendship with several Marshal Commanders, you know that no one will come for you.
All you can do is keep your mouth shut and pretend that you don’t know what your kidnapper is asking. You can’t do much, but you can protect them at least a little.
You’re not sure how long it’s been. There’s no way to tell what time of day it is here in the cell that has been your room since you were snatched from your apartment.
It must have been at least a month. At this point someone must have noticed that you went missing, right?
It’s not like your kidnapper was subtle about snatching you, seeing as they kicked open the door and destroyed your apartment in the process of kidnapping you.
Of course, who would they send to save you? The Guard? The Police?
No one?
The idea of dying in a tiny cell so far from home, so far from the people you love most, makes you want to cry. But you stop yourself before you can start. You only get a single cup of water a day.
You can’t afford to waste it.
Just as you wrap your thin blanket around you, and are considering moving to the other side of the thin cot that has been your bed for who even knows how long, you think you hear the sound of blaster fire.
Your gaze flickers towards the door of your cell as the sound gets louder and louder.
And then, you hear a voice. Familiar in the way that all clone voices are familiar.
“Here! I found it!” You hear some scuffling from outside the door, and then what you assume is a curse in Mando’a. Then, finally, the door slides open and stays open.
The man on the other side of the door is wearing white armor with yellow markings. Familiar yellow markings.
“...Bly?”
“You’re a hard lady to find, Sugarpop.” You scrunch up your nose at the nickname. Yeah. It’s Bly. He’s the only person in the galaxy who calls you Sugarpop.
“It’s not like I did it intentionally.”
“I know.” He steps into the cell and with surprisingly gentle hands, he coaxes you to your feet, “How are you? Are you hurt anywhere?”
“...I’m hungry. And cold.”
“I bet you are. No shoes?”
“They took them so I couldn’t run away.”
“Fuckers. We should have killed them slower.”
He really shouldn’t sound so cheerful when saying that. But it doesn’t actually bother you.
“Bly?”
“Yeah, Sugarpop?”
“Can I go home now?”
He stills and then a slightly strangled laugh fall from him, “Well, you see…”
“Bly?”
“We’re not on Coruscant.” He says hurriedly, “We’re actually in the outer rim. You’ve been a guest of the Hutt Cartel for the better part of 6 months.”
You stare at him, “Six…?”
“Yeah, Sugarpop. Six.”
“...my job…my apartment?”
“Ah, well…the Jedi did what they could, but both your boss and your landlord decided that you were dead three months in and you lost both.”
“Oh.”
“But, it’ll work out!” Bly sets his hands on your shoulders, and you can almost see his brow furrow through his visor, “You’ve lost weight. A lot of weight.”
“Well…well…I probably needed to anyway…” You offer, feeling slightly numb.
“Bullshit, you were perfect.”
You blink at him again, “Thank you?”
“We’ll get you healthy again, and you can help out in the kitchen.” Bly offers cheerfully as he guides you out of the cell and lifts you over a pile of broken droids, “It’ll be great.”
“There are a lot of droids here,” You mumble, more to yourself, as you nudge something away with your foot.
“Yeah, looks like the Hutts are working with the Seppies.” Bly glances at you, “You know what, Sugarpop? I think I’m just going to carry you.”
“You don’t have to—”
He scoffs as he scoops you into his arms, “Have to? Please. I’d pay for the honor.”
You stare at him, even as you slide your arms around his neck so you feel more secure, “Bly?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you flirting with me? While rescuing me?”
He glances at you, “Yeah. I am.” Bly glances away, “Cody’s a blind idiot if he can’t see how you look at him.”
Your face burns, “I wasn’t trying to be transparent…”
“You weren’t Sugarpop. I just watch you a lot.” Lightly, he bumps his helmet against your forehead, “Just waiting for the day you look at me like that.”
Bly steps over a pile of something that was probably a person at one point, and you drop your head to his shoulder. As he walks, you go back through all of the conversations you remember having with Bly, and slowly you come to a realization.
“Bly, have you been flirting with me since we met?”
He laughs, “You’re just now noticing? Oh, Sugarpop, we need to give you lessons on being more observant.”
You huff and nudge him gently, “Don’t be mean. Humans are notoriously bad at detecting flirting.”
“Yeah, well…” He pauses for a moment to kick a door open, “Cody’s an idiot and I’m right here if you want to turn those pretty eyes on me.”
“Just like that?”
“Hey, I’m a patient guy. And it’s a long flight back to Coruscant.” He carefully sets you back on your feet and he lifts his helmet to rest on top of his head, “I think you’ll find that I’m a pretty charming guy.”
It’s at that very moment that you notice that his grin is slightly lopsided and that his eyes are a few shades lighter than Cody’s. And it almost feels like a betrayal when your stomach flips nervously.
“Is that your opinion?” You ask as you ignore the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
His grin widens, “Nope, lots of people have that opinion.” Something in his gaze softens, and his fingers brush your cheek, “I’m glad you’re not hurt, Sugarpop.”
A tiny smile lifts your lips, “Thank you for coming to get me, Bly.”
There’s a serious glimmer in his gaze as he takes your hand and brushes his thumb across your knuckles, “Always.”
✧ Summary: After things abruptly end with your boyfriend, your best friend Bly came to your rescue—an evident proof of his undying love for you.
✧ Tags & Warnings: friends to lovers, modern au, childhood friends, Bly calls reader ‘princess’, reader breaks up with boyfriend, light angst, reader has hair, love confession
✧ Word Count: 4.3k
✧ A/N: This is actually one of the first Sicktember fics I wrote! Bly being the hopeless romantic that he is 🥴 whoever first came up with that I want to shake your hand. So this is the 22nd piece of my clone x reader Sicktember! Hope you enjoy this one vode 💛
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You try to get out of the rain.
Really, you try. Trying. Tried. But your feet can barely walk, the strength in every part of your body abruptly taken away, as if something invisible is sucking your very life force. And here in the middle of the streets of a bustling city where the downpour becomes more violent each second goes by, people don't seem to care that you're drenched head to toe.
You're dressed nicely for the evening, having decided to surprise your boyfriend where he works, and then taking him out for a surprise dinner—you’ve even booked a table for two.
Well. Now he's your ex.
And you found out in the most disgusting way possible. You've barely walked through the front door where you found him and apparently his work girlfriend, the surgery boob receptionist girl, at the front desk. Shamelessly making out. Even one of his hands slipped under her shirt. There was no security around.
They didn't even see you. You didn't even gag. You walked out, your eyes sting with tears. Just this sickening feeling in your stomach that you've managed to hold in, and the bitter betrayal that you forcefully had to swallow. Speaking of stomach, you're not even thinking of that booked dinner anymore. You're not even hungry.
You're lost. The torrent is merciless as their heavy drops of water beat down upon your shoulders and uncovered head, your outerwear sagging heavily on you. The contents inside your bag are screaming for shelter before the water could breach the material, but you just don't seem to care.
People crowd you under their umbrellas, safe and barely soaked walking to the opposite direction going about their business, unlike you. You didn't get to pack your umbrella, thinking that you could make it in time so you'd take a cab to your dinner destination.
Well now it's ruined.
You shiver inside your drenched layers, and still people barely glance at your miserable state. Here, they don't ever care about other people's business. Your empty stomach warms you in the saddest of ways, but you're not feeling like eating for the next three days until next week.
One person would care.
You gasp, your brain suddenly sparking survival instincts to get you going to find a shelter. You end up taking cover under a meat deli’s canopy, the hems of your clothes dripping water onto the large anti-slip door mat. With trembling hands you reach into your bag to grab your phone, desperately trying to unlock it with your wrinkled fingers and search for your best friend's contact.
Bly would care.
You bite your trembling lip nervously as the call rings. Once. Twice. Thrice.
And then silence.
You thumb the volume up button in case you don't catch anything from the other end, hoping beyond hope that he'd pick up instead of being occupied.
“Hello?”
“Bly,” you sigh in relief, your voice shaking. Your throat closes up, refusing to cooperate to utter your desperation for him, and a sob comes out instead. A huge part of you heats up in embarrassment.
“Princess?” He always calls you that—ever since childhood. He refuses to call you something else, other than your name. At this term of endearment your throat lets out another choked sob, causing his concern to spike. “Princess, are you crying?”
Your heart falls at his inquiry. He sounds like he's about to throw himself out the door to come save you, like a knight in shining armor. It does look like you need him to save you now, quite literally. You swallow your sobs to speak but fail.
“Where are you? Are you at home?”
“I'm—” The sound of the rain grows louder in your ears. The dark sky seems to whip up a storm now, and the dullness of your senses seem to fade away. “Outdoors, it's—it’s raining, Bly. I'm soaked.”
“Crap, okay.” There's a brief pause where he doesn't talk at all, but you can hear him stomping across his apartment. “Stay where you are. I'm coming to get you.”
“We broke up,” you blurt out, the fact still tastes bitter in your mouth. And finally, you sob. It's still unbelievable. Still so sudden, so fresh. The mental image of when you walked in on them is forcefully branding itself on your brain, and you hate how it's not going away. “I saw—I saw him making out with another girl, it's disgusting.”
“Oh no…” Bly sounds sad. He always wants the best and the happiest for you. “God, I wanna beat that guy to a pulp now. He hurt you badly, princess.” There's a jingling of keys and a heavy, determined sound of footsteps from the other end. “Grabbing my car keys now. Heading out the door. Focus a little for me, okay? Can you tell me where you at now?”
“I'm—” you swallow again, trying to even think where your emotional walk has taken you. You look around for street signs at the nearest intersection, but the rain makes you unable to see. In the end, you can only mention the store name you're on and the building across from you.
“Okay. Don't worry. Stay where you are, okay? I know that spot.”
You nod your head although he can't see you. “Okay.”
“Alright. I'm in the car now. Do you want me to stay on the line for you?”
As much as you want his voice to accompany you while you wait, you surrender to loneliness a little longer rather than risking your dearest childhood friend having an accident on the road.
“N-no. I'll wait, Bly.” Your exhale, clutching your phone tight hopefully in a wet grip. “Be careful.”
“Always, princess. I'll be there soon, okay?”
You're grateful he hangs up first, because you don't think you could hang up on him. Truthfully you want him to stay, but thankfully the best of you, or what's remaining of it at this moment, doesn't want to risk it.
Now it's just the sound of silence of the wait and the merciless downpour, and perhaps the muffled upbeat music playing over the deli's sound systems inside. Not even once or a bit you're tempted to walk in and order a cold cut sandwich to snack on while you wait—the taste of untoasted bread and sad cold meat cuts seemingly would complete your somber mood and elevate the embarrassment inside your body right now, but you can't bring yourself to walk in like this. Else you're going to be somebody else's problem.
You're alone. Loneliness is your biggest enemy now, they have you overthink, and your brain soon enough is overheating with all possible reasons as to what brought you to this situation, and each and every one of it only leaves you with more questions than answers. What did you do wrong? Did you not please him enough? Did you do something that gradually built his resentment towards you now that he's found the chance to escape, he threw you away like garbage?
You're at a loss, frustrated that the true answers seem to be out of your reach. You don't think you'd ever found out. You don't ever want to talk to that man again. Why, since he never talked about what he didn't like about you? If only you both did sit down and talk like grown adults. Maybe you could've prevented this from happening.
Or maybe not. Stupid childish egoistical boys that put their needs first and all that.
You're swimming inside of your thoughts so long that you don't even realize Bly’s car skidding into a stop at the curb in front of you. The driver side of the door opens to reveal your knight in shining armor, instantly drenched under the rain as he hurriedly makes his way toward you. You spot him at last—the boy who's never once grown out his hair more than a buzz cut since he was a kid and proudly owns twin yellow tattoo stripes on his cheeks.
In an instant you're drowned in relief at the sight of him. You throw your arms around his torso as soon as he's within an arm's distance. Your wet clothes soak into his own, but Bly doesn't seem to care. His arms have wound themselves around you, pulling you flush against his chest, and you can feel his hot breath against your forehead.
At his overwhelming presence, familiarity, and warmth, you break down again, your sobs buried into his shirt.
“Oh, princess.” Bly shushes you in an attempt to calm you down, his hand gently pressing and rubbing your back. “I got you. You have nothing else to worry about. I'm here. I got you.” You feel his lips pressing against your soaked hair. He then slightly reels away from you, just enough to have you look at him in the eyes—his amber brown eyes that always seem to warm whenever he looks at you. “We're going to my place, okay? Let's get you warm first before you catch a cold.”
Your words refuse to cooperate again, but you nod, and you cling onto him until he safely delivers you into the passenger seat of his car—that's already covered so you don't soak directly into it. Bly jogs around the car and enters just seconds later, the door slamming close beside him. Your childhood friend offers you a reassuring smile, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles again before shifting his focus to turn the keys and drive away.
The rest of the ride is silent, and it's a short ride to Bly’s apartment. You're still contemplating whether you want to turn the stereo on so your thoughts won't eat you alive again when he parks at the curb and pulls the hand brake. Bly peels off his jacket, wordlessly and hastily stepping out of the car and getting to your side of the door again, letting his own person to be under the rain instead this time without an additional layer.
“Come on, Princess,” he urges you as soon as he opens the door, draping his jacket over your head and shoulders. “Let's get inside.”
You take his hand and step out carefully, afraid that you'd sway and fall and then you both would fall into the asphalt, and get splashed by dirt water as another car passes by. But thankfully, you don't get to that. Both you and Bly safely yet hurriedly enter his apartment building. It's warm already, and smells like fabric weathering and woody air freshener. As you both climb up the stairs, your hand is in his the entire time.
You've been inside Bly's apartment. You're quite familiar with the grounds—you know where he keeps his spare cast iron pan, his laundry detergent, and even his clothes iron. In fact you helped him move here last year, but you rarely visit since you dated the man who now is your ex.
Bly gently pushes you toward the shower, his hands keeping you steady in case you'd fall anytime. You don't doubt that it'd happen if he wasn't there. “Put your clothes in this bucket, I'll wash them later.” Even his bathroom smells like his almond cologne and aftershave, and only then, your shoulders wilt from being tense for too long. “Use the hot water as much as you want, but don't stay in there too long, okay?”
He leaves you to your own peace, and sadly, to silence. You hate how silent it is, except the sound of the rain pounding against the windows in the apartment that you can hear. So you rush to the shower stall, demanding the noise of hot water spraying against tiled surface. You peel your drenched clothes, obediently dropping them into the bucket with a big wet thud, and step under the hot water.
You don't mull. You're not letting the silence eat you alive, all you can think about is to be with Bly as soon as possible. You find yourself craving his warmth, and his closeness. How his arms, strong from active workouts, guarding you safe from the harms of the world. How he wants to keep you safe. How much he cares about you. The amount of…
Of love.
Bly stands in his kitchen. It's neither a large space or a space of its own, the one and only counter where he chops things for cooking is also used for eating on the other side. It's quiet, except for the shower running. Heat faintly radiates from the oven at his legs, preheated before he left and now has a tray of cookie doughs, baking. A jug of milk sits near him, along with a single mug, ready to be poured and placed inside his microwave to warm.
And it's all for you.
You need him. It is all clearly written in your eyes and in your face, how desperate you want a company—his company. Oh, how his heart broke the moment he first laid eyes on you on that curb. How his tongue nearly released every kind of curse upon the man who hurt you. But the moment he had you in his arms, relief flooded him. You're safe now with him. And with him, no one would hurt you.
He failed once. He won't fail again.
The oven dings. You're not done yet. Bly makes himself a cup of coffee, and the shower stops running the moment he puts enough sugar and cream into his cup.
You meekly come out of the bathroom wearing Bly's clothes—his boxer shorts and an undershirt beneath his sweater. It was sitting near the sink for you to wear and it warms you, giving you all the safety you need. It's Bly's. You always trust Bly, even his clothes, and they smell uniquely like him.
At the sound of the bathroom door opening, Bly searches for you in wide strides of his long sturdy legs, and smiles softly upon seeing you. “Hey.” He approaches you, the light in his eyes kind. “Warm?”
“Mhm.” You give small nods, drawn to his presence. Before you can say anything else, Bly takes your hand, urging you to follow him with a gentle tug. “Can I have some water?”
“I have something better,” he smiles, glancing behind his shoulder at you. Bly leads you to the kitchen, where a plate of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and a mug of warm milk are waiting for you on the counter. You sit while he grabs an empty glass.
“You don't have to do this,” you awe at the offering of food, despite knowing well yourself that you need something to eat now. “Did you just make these?”
“Leftovers from yesterday.” Bly slides a glass of water near your mug of milk. “I mean, the dough is. It's just finished baking. Careful, princess; the chocolate would burn your tongue, it's still hot.”
A smile smears on your lips, picking at the warm cookie and tearing it in half. You love Bly's bakes. His cookies are your favorites. “Thanks, Bly.”
“Don't mention it.” He watches you dip it in milk and sigh blissfully as you chew. His lips twitch into a smile at the sight. “You need this. After everything.”
“I mean thank you… for everything, too.” You drop your cookie onto the plate and bring your hands together. Suddenly you feel bad. “Sorry I bothered you. I could've fetch a cab myself but I just couldn't bring myself to—”
“Hey, it's okay. I understand.” Bly rushes to your side and takes your hand, closing his own over yours. He looks into your eyes. “If you didn't call me I'd lose it. I wanted to help. Always do.”
Studying the woody fractals in the brown of his eyes only makes you question yourself. Your voice drops into a whisper. “You always care so much about me, Bly.”
“Always do,” he repeats, lifting your knuckles to his lips, his deep gaze still locking into yours. And in those depths you know you don't deserve him. You deserve a whole world and the whole goddamn universe but you could never deserve Bly. Your sweet, caring Bly.
But your worst memories come rushing in again, and oh how you hate it. You don't want to disgrace this moment thinking about it again while Bly's face is before yours, his look still full of concern. Before you know it, his thumb brushes across your cheek, like he did when he brushed away your tears earlier.
Oh. You're crying.
“I just…” you inhale shakily, “I just don't know where I did wrong.”
Bly gazes at you sympathetically. “I'm sure you did nothing wrong.” His hand squeezes yours reassuringly, and he smiles a confident smile that you’ve grown to love. “I'm sure you've been kind and sweet. Because that's who you are. He was just too blind to see you, and value you. And love you like you're supposed to be loved.”
He always knows what to say to console you, and his words break the dam again. The emotional string inside you was pulled taut and now it's snapped. Your cheeks warm and your eyes sting before tears cloud your vision once more, streaming down your smooth cheeks. Bly immediately takes your face gently in his palms, thumbs wiping your waterfall of tears away—and he'd continue to do so.
“Hey.” His voice is unbelievably soft to your ear, as if it's meant for your ears only, even though there's only two of you inside his apartment. He craves that close space with you together. “Please don't cry, princess. Guys like him aren't worth your tears.”
“I just don't get it.” You sniffle—because in this world his words ring true. “I know nobody's perfect but if I did something wrong he didn't tell me. I've tried my best to be good or was he so blind?”
Deep down in his heart Bly is hopeful it's just your misery talking, and not you. Why defend what's already broken, why defend the one who broke your heart? Not only break your heart but your faith, too. But love doesn't go away in one sitting, nor one night. It was abrupt and cruel, what they've done to you.
And here he's always been, sitting and watching from the sidelines, only wanting to see you happy and wishing you for a lust for life.
Bly releases a sigh, stepping into your space gently pulling you into his chest. You melt into his embrace, sniffling and your tears soaking into his shirt. He doesn't mind. He caresses your hair, the other hand rubbing your back. “All guys are dumb, princess,” he says quietly, “Your ex tops the chart.”
The small angry part of you nods in agreement. That must be satisfying to say and to agree with. “Not you, though.”
His arms tighten around you. “I'm definitely one of the dumb guys.”
“No you're not.”
“I am,” he exhales into your hair. There's a brief pause, tense silence hanging in the air and even you can sense his nervousness. “For not growing enough balls to tell you how I feel about you as soon as I do.”
And suddenly having your arms around him feels strange. No, not strange—different. The level of affection from him skyrockets that it sends your thoughts reeling in the spur of a moment. Your silence is broken by the way Bly presses his lips into your damp hair, clutching the back of your head to hang on to his longing, and all those gestures he did and he does now—everything is different since the moment he said those words.
You pull away from him—but not quite. Your hands curling on his shirt by his waist, you peer up at him with parted lips—a part of you is hopeful.
“Feel… what?”
He gently shakes his head, his smile now forlorn. Strange now that you can see everything. “It's not a good time to say it. You just broke up.”
“Bly,” you say firmly, eyes locking into him, and you grab his hand from the back of your head into your clutch. “Say it.”
He gazes into you, as if questioning your preparedness. But then a soft smile smears over his lips, that soft and radiant smile of his against his tattooed cheeks. His thumb glides across your jaw. “I love you,” he confesses. “I've loved you—for a long time, princess.”
You let his words repeat over and over in your head.
“W-when?”
“Since we were kids.”
“Bly,” you gasp in disbelief. “That long?”
He hums, shrugging lightly. His lips form a sheepish smile. “I guess I've found that I'm built of 70% water and 100% patience.”
His touch on your cheek is unbelievably soft, and you're still trying to get a firm grip on reality. He loves you. He loves you more than anything. He's always there when you call, no matter what. No matter what situation you've put yourself in, Bly is always there to hold you steady and get you back on your feet.
Sometimes with a loving, encouraging smile and a touch that lingers a few seconds too long. You see that now. You've been so blind to his affections.
“Bly, I'm sorry—”
His face falls. “No, princess.” He caresses your crown and pulls you against his warm chest again. You bury your face into his shirt. “I am sorry. If I was brave enough, you wouldn't be hurt like this.”
You shake your head. “I didn't see you.”
“And it's okay.”
His strong arms feel like home—he feels right.
You rest your chin on his chest to look at him—Bly mentally captures the image and the way your lips pout. “I don't ever want you to think that I'm using you.”
“Using me for what?”
“For release.” It hurts to say that—it hurts that you'd hurt your best friend who apparently has loved you for so long, waiting with uncertainty for his turn. “You know; I just broke things up with the previous guy and stuff. I don't want to hurt you.”
“Oh princess, you will never hurt me.” Then he gently lays his lips on your forehead. Your stomach warms. “Never ever.”
“But I've been dating other guys.” You feel like crying again at Bly’s unconditional love for you. He's too good for you. You really don't deserve him. “And I told you about it every single time. Weren't you hurt?”
“It did hurt. A bit. But all I want and all I hope is to see you happy.” He releases a sigh that is wistful, almost mourning his past regrets. His amber brown eyes warm your soul as they map all over your face. His dark brows twitch in sorrow. “I hate seeing tears on this beautiful face, y'know?” His knuckles brush against your cheeks again, wiping your dried tears away. “It breaks my heart so much, princess. You don't deserve that.”
And I don't deserve you.
You're as aware as standing near a fire when you realize Bly's face is merely inches from yours, his hands warm against your skin as they hold you tenderly. His breath mingles with yours, and you find yourself, in a split second, glancing toward his lips.
Bly exhales softly, realizing your need. One look into his eyes and you know that his is similar to yours. “I don't want to hurt you.”
Despite his reluctance, you recognize the equally reluctant fire in his eyes. “Promise?”
He nods. “Never.”
“Then kiss me.”
You expect him to crash his lips abruptly against yours, but Bly is a man of patience as he's proven himself to be. You realize this is a precious moment for him, the moment he's been waiting for all his life that he never thought he'd get. Everything about Bly is tender; even his thumb brushing over your bottom lip first as if to test how soft it is, even his gestures. He waits for you to close the distance between you, merely an eight of an inch away, and you do. His lips mold against yours flawlessly as if he belongs to you all your life, as if you're made for him and he for you.
Against his warmth, your problems and sorrows fade away, Bly's endless affection towards you is made known. And your apparent love for him, bursting from the crates buried in the depths of your heart. Now there's only you, and him. Just the both of you, inside his apartment, safe and warm from the violent storm outside, your cookies and milk growing colder.
Bly pulls away first, fearing that he'd go too far. After all, he promises. But his radiant smile cures all your ailments, the way the yellow strip on each of his cheeks stretch imprinted in your mind.
“You're softer than I thought,” he blurts out, looking almost shy, pulling a small giggle out of you.
“You thought about me that much?”
“Never in a creepy way, I promise.” Bly pecks your lips once last time before enveloping you in another warm embrace. You sigh contently into his chest. “Just this. Having you close against me, having you in my arms. Just seeing you happy and content.”
Your cheeks grow impossibly warmer than it was before, your arms winding tighter around him. “I love you too, Bly.”
There's a small shaky ‘oh’ coming from his throat. If anything, he's got his own happy tears that he just swallowed. “You do?”
You smile. “It was there all the time.” You snuggle further into him. “Ever wonder what our parents would think?”
Bly chuckles into your hair. “They'd explode from excitement. You didn't know, but your mom and dad teased me often. Said I'm the one and only good man in the world who would look after you.”
“And they're right,” you laugh softly. Your hand goes to his cheek where he leans into as he gazes at you with evident love. “You're a good man, Bly. I would be very happy if you stay. With me.”
His smile grows, and he kisses your palm. “I'd love nothing more.”
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Summary: At the office party, Bly comes to your rescue.
Characters: Marshal Commander Bly
Pairings: Marshal Commander Bly x reader
The Life Day party that was being held by the 327th was in full swing. Luckily it hadn’t taken much to persuade General Secura to allow the Star Corps to unwind and celebrate for a few hours. If you weren’t mistaken, the General was enjoying her downtime with a wonderful nurse from the medic bay next to the punch bowl. Said punch bowl was more alcohol than anything else. You had already seen 3 different set of clones pour in various bottles and flasks of alcohol to spike it with. It was closer to jet fuel than punch, but you had no doubt that it would be enough to knock you off your feet if you tried it.
Well if these bloody heels didn’t get to you first.
You made your way over to a quiet corner of the loading dock where the party was being held. The heels pinching you with every step. They had been a rare indulgence for the special occasion and had only just arrived before the party, now you regretted not wearing them in a little.
“These damn heels!” you huffed, tugging them off your feet. Instantly your feet pounded in relief, finally free from the wicked contraptions that you had forced them into. Rubbing at the sore joints and where the material had started to rub, you couldn’t help but lean back against the wall on one leg.
“Struggling?” a voice interrupted from behind you.
Floundering, you almost fell over if it wasn’t for strong hands catching you at the elbow and righting you. Looking up, you felt heat race across your cheeks as you stared at the Marshal Commander. Your eyes eagerly took him in, dressed in his lower armour and tight blacks that stretched across his chest. Your mouth suddenly felt very dry all of a sudden.
“Just these stupid heels!” you grumbled, holding up the heels in your hand to show him.
“I think you look lovely in them” Bly complimented, a small smile lighting up his face and making his tattoos glint under the various strings of lights that the 327th troopers had hung up.
His words sent a shot of thrill through you, preening almost at his attention. Bly was always a smooth talker, always so sure and confident in what he said and did. You could get lost in his presence within moments of him being around you.
Pushing those feelings aside, you noticed he still hadn’t let go of you. “You don’t have to wear them” you rolled your eyes, enjoying the cool steel underneath your feet, helping to soothe your tender feet.
“True, I don’t think they’d suit me” Bly teased, delighting in the burst of laughter that escaped you. Taking in the ways your face lit up and your eyes crinkled in amusement. God he loved being able to make you laugh.
“I don’t know, they’d bring out your lovely tattoos” you grinned, leaning back to stare at him playfully, raising a hand up to trace one of them along his cheeks.
It was his turn to blush, enjoying the feel of your soft fingertips running along his face. “Hmm, you think so, mesh’la?” he pondered, rubbing a hand along his sharp jaw.
“You know it!” you chuckled, swatting at his arm playfully.
Bly flashed you a boyish grin, stealing your breath away before he looked down at your feet. “Come on, let’s get you some boots or something before you get hurt” he muttered, holding his arm out for you to take.
“Thank you! Although I don’t know if they’ll match my outfit” you told him, pulling at the material around your hips.
“We’ll find something, don’t you worry. If not, I’m sure the General wouldn’t mind lending you something of hers. Don’t want you bailing out on us just yet” Bly assured, squeezing the hand resting in the crook of his arm, before reaching to take your heels off you. He carried them without a word, both of you heading for the door that would lead you to the barracks.
However, as soon as you stepped up into the doorway, a pulsating blue light surrounded you, keeping you stuck in the tight confides with your Commander. You blinked in surprise, feeling the electricity crackle around you and cause the hairs on your arm to stand up. There was no getting out of this.
“Hey, hey look! Look! Someone got stuck under the mistletoe!” a trooper announced, as the energy shield generated and pulsed around you.
Looking up, you could indeed see the white berries and green foliage dangling from the ceiling above you. Unable to help it, you bit your lip, knowing what would happen now. There was no way the rest of the 327th troopers would let you out without kissing Bly. They were very annoying brothers like that.
“Well Commander, looks like there’s only one way out” you breathed, staring up into his beautiful whisky brown eyes. You could get lost in how rich and warm they were. They were always so strong, dependable, able to calm you in any crisis, just like him. You pressed closer, feeling the ray shield flicker close by. It didn’t leave much room for you and Bly to be anything but pressed together. Probably the reason why Bly’s vods had done this.
“We don’t have to… I can always… always have them scrubbing the landing docks” Bly whispered, unable to resist the warmth that was seeping into you and pressing into him. He could feel every breath you were taking, right there against his own front.
“But I want you to. I have for a long time” you admitted quietly, ignoring all the wolf whistles and jeering from around you. It didn’t matter. Everything else faded into background noise. It was only the two of you, locked in the force field with a sprig of mistletoe above your head.
“You have?” Bly breathed, blinking in surprise as you bit your lip, scared you had gone to far and would be rejected.
“Yeah… didn’t know how to tell you. Didn’t want you to push me away” you shrugged, laying your hands on his warm torso, feeling the way his chest heaved against you.
“Never” Bly vowed, cupping your face and pressing his lips against yours.
It wasn’t a rushed kiss, an exploration of how you moved against each other, the pressure of your lips against his. His thumb stroked over your cheeks absent-mindedly as you slowly opened up to him, small kisses that allowed both of you to pour your feelings for each other into it. Heat curled around you. Slow lazy waves as you became lost in Bly, running your hands up his chest, over his shoulders and into the buzzed cut of his hair. Bly seemed to like that, letting out a small groan as he tugged you closer to him. Why had you not been doing this before?
With both of your eyes closed, neither of you noticed that the energy shield had been disabled, and there was an audience surrounding you as you shared your first kiss. There was a number of credits being passed around, a few grumbles but everyone was ecstatic for their brother and his love.
A small cough interrupted you, and you pulled back, eyes widened in awe before turning to see who dared interfere with that glorious kiss. You found the amused face of General Secura, a wide smile brightening her face, making her look even younger than she was. It had been a long time since you had seen her smile like that.
“Perhaps it would be best to take this elsewhere. Unless you want to give our men a show?” she smirked, sending you a teasing wink.
Both you and Bly flustered, heat rushing even more to your face as you looked past her to see the excited and amused faces of the 327th.
“Might be right about that, General. Come on, mesh’la, lets get out of here” Bly murmured, bending down to pick up your heels from the floor. Without giving you any warning, he scooped you into his arms, carrying you towards his barracks to a symphony of whistles, shouts and laughter from his brothers.
Gift of Perfection and Discretion
Pairing: Fox x F!Reader, Cody x F!Reader, Wolffe x F!Reader, Rex x F!Reader, Bly x F!Reader
Word Count: ≈ 6k
Citrus Scale: Lemon
Prompts used: || Rex || Cody || giving gifts || Bly || begging || biting || group sex ||
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From Here to Forever
Pairing: Wolffe x Veyori (Original Character)
Word Count: ≈ 8k
Citrus Scale: Lemon
Prompts used: || stuck together || soulmates || keldabe kiss || coworkers || sex pollen || fuck or die || "Are you trying to kill me?" ||
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Old Man
Pairing: Alpha-17 x F!Reader
Word Count: ≈ under 1k
Citrus Scale: Lemon
Prompts used: || Alpha-17 ||
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Alright, with requests open, I guess it's time to get the ball rolling! As a reminder, I will not write smut, incest, toxic, or age gap/minor relationships. I'm not the biggest fan of the sequels, just to let you know.
I will write all canon ships, and Sabezra because c'mon, that's nearly canon. I will write both platonic or romantic x reader oneshots, but I prefer to write platonic for female characters.
Imagines and preferences aren't exactly my style, but that doesn't mean I won't do them! Give it a shot and I'll do my best.
Edit: hey y'all since making this post last night I've decided to expand a little bit so I can post some Star Trek content that I have. Same rules apply, just with the Star Trek characters! As a fairly new fan, I feel more comfortable writing for TOS and AOS.
hi there! could you do smut prompt #25 w/ commander Bly please 👀
Prompt: “We could get caught!”
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Commander Bly x GN!Reader - Surprise Return
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Content Warning: Suggestive themes, Smutty, Not too explicit but still 18+
(no use of Y/N & no pronouns used)
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18+ Below the cut, please don’t read if you are under 18.
It had been a long day of work. Your feet dragged as you walked through the empty hanger and out the door. Through the halls, you felt the cold air tickling your skin. The ship was mostly quiet at this hour. Though soon there was an alert over the comm system that a ship was boarding, luckily it wasn't an attack, so you paid it no mind and continued to your quarters.
Turning the corner you ran right into someone, falling backward they grabbed you, pulling you into their chest, but just a little too quickly. Hitting the armor plate both of you tumble back, letting out a grunt when he hit the ground, as you look up from the armor you realize it's Bly, but he wasn't supposed to be back for another rotation.
"Oh, Bly! I'm sorry I wasn't looking where I was going, I --" he cuts you off, placing his hand on the back of your head as he pulled you in for a kiss. His other hand sliding down, looking to undo the buttons that kept your body from his. You giggled against his lips as his gloved hands caught a ticklish area.
"Stop," you joked as you gently slapped his face before kissing his cheek, right where he had his tattoo. It was like a marker where he liked to be kissed. You couldn't help but work your way down, first leaving some nibbling kisses on his jawline before moving down his neck. Pulling down his collar, you licked at his now exposed skin, your tongue hot with the heat that was building inside you. It didn’t take you long to undo the clasps holding his codpiece in place, rubbing your hand over the strained fabric of his pants as he begged for you not to stop.
He let out a sound between a whimper and a groan, unable to keep his voice down, - letting it echo freely through the empty halls as you move your hand underneath his blacks, working at the area that was throbbing for you. "Shhhh!" You whisper in his ear as you nipped at it, causing him to moan as he shuddered with pleasure.
"We could get caught!" You tell him as if you hadn't forgotten that both of you were exposed in the halls of the ship until you had heard the echo from the sounds he was making.
"If we get caught, it's your fault," he says with a smirk as he kissed your neck, pulling your uniform to the side, so he could kiss your collarbone. Placing a hand over your mouth, you narrowly avoided making your own moans echo, "How about we go to your room? It's closer than my quarters?" You said trying to pull back but not wanting to stop.
"Why not just stay here?" He questioned, his mind lost in all the thoughts of what he wanted to do with you, what he wanted you to do to him. You place your hands on his chest plate and push yourself up and away from him. A small whine escaped his lips, and he reluctantly got up, chasing after you as you teasingly turned around and started running off.
Catching up to you right outside the door to his quarters, he grabs your wrist, pinning you to the wall and passionately kissing you as he typed in the code with his other hand. The doors slide open, allowing both of you inside. It didn't take long for both of you to remove everything and get into bed, somewhere the two of you had wanted to be together for a while now. A place where you'd both be free to pull the most intoxicating sounds from each other's lips.
