...so I got drunk last night and was cajoled by my bestie @xcalicox into writing smut (something I have notoriously only done ONE OTHER TIME) and I got the Caleb Committee's seal of approval so I figured I might as well post it LOL. The man isn't even my main, but here we are.
Contents: Biting, dry humping, obviously 18+, 900-ish words
Your teeth sunk into his shoulder, earning you a soft hiss for your trouble. “Where’d you learn this from, hmm?” Caleb asked, a slight edge to his voice, though you knew it was more for show than anything else. And regardless of whether the jealousy was real or faked, his voice sent a shiver up your spine. You pulled back and absent-mindedly licked your lips, brain already a little hazy with lust. Caleb’s pupils were blown wide, his erection nudging insistently against your ass as you straddled him. His shoulders, collarbones, and neck were already littered with your marks, but you still weren’t quite satisfied. Caleb, for his part, was content to let you do as you pleased, though it was clear from not only his tone but the way his chest heaved that he was having a hard time restraining himself at this point. Oh well.
You leaned forward, making sure to drag your hips over his, his still-clothed cock rutting against your core. He shuddered underneath you, but otherwise left his hands firmly planted on your hips. You found an unmarked spot on this neck and wasted no time latching on, taking your time lavishing the area with your attention before pulling back with a single, soft kiss to the already reddening mark. Caleb bucked his hips in response, and you allowed a soft moan past your lips in encouragement. He bucked again, but though the pressure against your heat was much welcome, you weren’t ready to relent. No… your urge to bite and mark was still strong, despite the fact that you were running out of room. That was just as well, you just had to move a little lower.
You reached a hand out and gently circled one of his nipples, earning yourself another shudder from your beloved in the process. You could feel his eyes on you, but made no move to return the eye contact—opting instead to lean forward once again and suck gently on his now peaked nipple. That got you not only a moan, but a strained “fuck, Pips-“ as well. One of his hands left your hip and tangled in your hair—not pulling, but to anchor himself. You grinned wickedly and sucked again. His grip tightened, and he grinded against you once more. You pulled off and set your sights on the rest of his tit. Yes, truly, it was the perfect spot for you to attack with your love bites next. You moved back in and bit, hard. Caleb jolted and swore again, humping you without meaning to this time. The friction sent a dizzying wave of pleasure through you, so you pulled back just long enough to shift and repeat the process on his other side. You licked, sucked, and bit, until you had worked Caleb into what could only be described as a frenzy. He was far less restrained now, actively rolling and humping up into you as you straddled his lap, chasing his release as you marked your territory. Every bite and mark left behind claimed him as yours—never anybody else’s. No, you would be the only person to ever see him in such a debauched state, getting off on your bites and kisses and the soaking patches on your collective underwear. You swear, you had become near feral in your quest to stake your claim, and soon you had refocused on his nipples—sucking on one and moving your hand to play with the other. Caleb’s humping became more frantic, his breath coming in pants and gasps, and you knew he was close. The idea of making him cum in his pants lit a fire in your core, and you focused all your mental energy on making it happen. He started trying to weakly push you away, no doubt wanting to hold off so he could save all of his cum for your cunt, but you were a woman on a mission and could not be dissuaded. You continued your efforts, doubling down by grinding back against him—and finally sending him over the edge. You felt him tense, then twitch once, twice, a strangled groan caught in his throat- then felt the heat of his release as the front of his underwear went from damp to soaked. You continued humping him through his orgasm, extremely pleased with yourself. Finally, though, you pulled back to examine the mess you had made of him. Caleb’s chest was heaving, and he looked at you like you’d hung the stars in the sky. You hummed as you took in the sight. “Feel better?” you asked. Caleb managed a weak nod, though you noted, excitedly, that the fire in his eyes had only grown more intense. “I think I just saw God,” Caleb managed, bringing his other hand back down so both were once again settled on your hips. He absent-mindedly traced little patterns there with his thumbs for several moments, collecting himself, before he shifted underneath you. He lifted you up with ease, repositioning you on the couch so you were lying down. He hovered over you, and you felt another little thrill course through your veins. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips, then your neck, then to the space between your breasts before descending even lower. He looked up at you from the space between your legs, which had already spread eagerly for him. “…let me return the favor now, hmm?”
(Please excuse the fact that I'm terrible at titling things: this is exactly what it says on the tin, a brief lil drabble about Caleb comforting reader when they're feeling down. My posts still aren't showing up in the tags for whatever reason so I'm falling on the mercy of my friends, especially @mapsthewanderer to help this reach the people it needs to haha. Also please note to anybody reading this that I'm not primarily a writing blog! I wrote this for my friends to help cheer them up and was encouraged to share it in case anybody else could gain comfort from it. Please enjoy <3)
He had noticed it the instant you’d opened your eyes that morning—a heaviness that hung over you, and a forced smile that didn’t quite make it to your eyes. He didn’t pry, knew that if you wanted to discuss your problems you would have said something, so instead he decided on the next best thing: to pamper and spoil you rotten.
You’d mumbled something about wanting to sleep a bit longer, and Caleb had obliged, tucking the blanket closer around you and pressing a kiss to your forehead before getting up to prepare your favorite breakfast. By the time you awoke again, he had a tray full of food to provide you breakfast in bed, complete with a tiny vase containing a little arrangement of hydrangeas from the garden. He made small talk with you while you ate, sitting comfortably at your side, watching your features closely to monitor any changes in your mood. A little light had returned to your eyes, but it was nowhere close to being enough. That was alright, there were still plenty of things he could do to help.
After you were finished eating, he drew you a nice, warm bath; making sure all your soaps and lotions and skin care products were within easy reach. He knew he was being a bit overbearing, knew it might be a little early in the day for such a thing, but he needed you to be pre-occupied and relaxed so he could step out for a little bit. Before that, though, he helped you to undress and washed your hair for you, the tightness in his own chest easing a little as he felt you lean into his touch as he massaged the shampoo into your scalp. Once you were settled he gave you a kiss on the cheek and told you he would be back in a bit, and to take it easy.
Caleb’s next task was to run to the store and secure all of your favorite snacks. He grabbed a cart, knowing that a basket would be too small for the amount of shopping he wanted to do, and began making his way methodically down every aisle. He wasn’t going to risk missing a single thing that you might like. He was glad he did, too, because he found a bin stuffed full of cute, fluffy blankets in one of the miscellaneous aisles. The two of you already had a number of blankets already, but, hell, what was one more? Too many blankets was never a bad thing. He dug through the bin until he found one in your favorite color and added it to the large pile of goods already in the cart. He finished the trip by picking out a few gift cards to some of the restaurants he knew you frequented. This was one of those times he was glad his evol was gravity manipulation, as carrying the vast amount of bags back home would’ve been quite difficult on his own otherwise.
You had just gotten out of the bath as he walked through the door, back in a set of clean pajamas he had left in the bathroom for you. Your hair was still wet though—and that would never do. He gently scolded you and herded you back into the bathroom. You weakly tried to argue back, saying that you weren’t going to catch a cold if you let your hair air dry, but he was having none of it. He deftly plugged in your hair dryer and got you sat on the counter. He clicked the dryer on, making sure it wasn’t too hot, before methodically starting to dry your hair for you. His hands ran through your hair soothingly, making sure he dried every strand. Even after he was done he continued for just a bit longer, seeing how relaxed you had become, your eyes shut and head resting against his palm. Caleb knew too much heat could damage your hair, though, so he finally finished up and helped you back to your feet. “Come on, I got you some stuff.”
He led you back to the living room where he’d abandoned the shopping bags previously. Once there he began unloading everything, basking in your obvious disbelief and the first flickers of happiness that were starting to come back to your frame. Soon, the coffee table and couch were covered in all kinds of goodies, and you were wrapped in the fluffy blanket he had found. Caleb had gotten you to sit down and get comfy while he pulled up a selection of movies and shows he knew you loved for you to choose from. And after you had decided, he plopped down onto the couch next to you and pulled you in close for cuddles. He felt you heave a sigh as you buried yourself into his side, arms wrapping around his waist. He nuzzled the top of your head. “Feeling any better?” he asked softly.
You hummed. “Yeah. Thank you.”
Another nuzzle. “Of course, Pips. You know Caleb’s always here to take care of you, yeah?”
You nodded, burying your face somehow even further into his shirt, and he laughed softly. “I know,” you murmured. “I just didn’t wanna bother you, that’s all.”
Now it was Caleb’s turn to sigh, and he ruffled your hair gently. “You’re never bothering me, you should know that by now.”
You groaned and continued to hide, and he just laughed again and pulled you into a tight hug. He knew that it wasn’t as easy as it sounded, to convince you to let go and stop being so self-conscious. That was alright, he was patient. And he would tell you as many times as you needed him to that you were loved and wanted, until the day that you finally fully believed it.
Hi hello- I've been back in Star Wars hell for the past few days and decided to write some silly cross-over drabbles both from my own mind and at the request of some friends! These are rough and mostly unedited bc I pooped 'em out in like two hours. I'll probably write some more bc why not (definitely planning on continuing the first one at my bestie's request) but these are just for funsies!
Pls enjoy.
Childe twirled his purple lightsaber in a savage arc, nimbly slicing through his attackers as if they were mere nuisances and not a group of skilled mercenaries. Footsteps alerted him to the approach of another group from behind, and it took only a moment for the Harbinger to tap into the Force—sending a wave of pure energy into the half dozen men, knocking them flat on their asses. A determined grin was on his face. “I must admit, I’m curious about who learned of our mission out here.”
“Be curious later, idiot.”
Childe took a moment to glance to his left, just in time to watch Scaramouche use the Force to propel himself up and over yet another group of masked mercenaries. His lightsaber was currently red—the pleasure the older man took from their current battle removing all trace of the deep blue that the weapon sometimes was.
“It’s just odd that we’d be ambushed on Endor of all places, don’t you think comrade?” Childe replied, casually slicing the leg off of a mercenary who had recovered from his force push and had tried to sneak back up on him. “This isn’t exactly a bustling moon.”
Admittedly, Scaramouche was plenty curious about their attackers as well, but he didn’t intend to agree with Childe, of all people. “I couldn’t care less,” he snapped back, deflecting a couple of blaster bolts back towards those who shot them. “All that matters is ending this mess and getting back to work.”
“Fine, fine,” Childe said with a sigh. By now, the mercenaries had realized that they had bit off more than they could chew and were scrambling to get to safety. Unfortunately for them, Childe wasn’t feeling particularly merciful—especially when they had been instructed to be as stealthy as possible by the Tsaritsa. He plunged the end of his lightsaber through the back of one man who had been struggling to get back to his feet. The mercenary cried out in agony, trembling—and then collapsed back to the ground, life drained from his body. “At least this mission is shaping up to be more interesting than we thought.”
Scaramouche purposefully ignored the comment, though it sounded like Childe was mostly talking to himself at this point anyway. “Where do you think you’re going?” Scaramouche called playfully, reaching out with one hand. He called on the force and lifted a running mercenary off of his feet—pulling him backwards to impale on his lightsaber. “Don’t start a fight you can’t finish,” Scaramouche chided at the now dead man. There were a few more mercenaries left from what he could see, all running away as quickly as their legs could carry them. No matter, though; it was simple enough to propel himself to catch up to them faster than they could blink. He gathered the force around him, readying to sprint—
When the sound of a third lightsaber cut through the trees.
Both Scaramouche and Childe froze, the two instantly going on high alert. They were the only two Harbingers on the moon—at least they should have been. Which meant that either someone else had been sent to aid them…
Or they were in the presence of a Jedi.
Scaramouche closed his eyes, reaching out with the Force to see if he could sense who else was out there; trusting Childe to watch his back, against his better judgement. It took only a moment to find the third powerful presence, aside from the two of them, and Scaramouche certainly didn’t recognize the whoever it was.
“Whoever they are, they aren’t one of ours-“
But Scaramouche’s warning was rendered unnecessary a heartbeat later. As the two Harbingers watched, the few remaining mercenaries came crashing back through the trees, yelling even louder than they had been. Sprinting up behind them was a young woman, eyes determined, and a yellow lightsaber clutched in her right hand.
***
“Well then, Master Furina,” Venti chirped, “best of luck, I leave the younglings in your capable hands today.”
“Wait, Master Venti-“ but the enigmatic, and far older, Jedi had already bustled out of the room, humming a tune that Furina didn’t recognize. She doubted he wanted to hear her pleas—wouldn’t take any of her excuses about not knowing how to deal with children so young. It was the duty of all Jedi to care for the younglings at some point—and now it was her turn. She sighed and turned from the doorway as it shut behind Venti. There was no escaping her task.
Already, there was a child—who looked to be of the same species as Master Yoda no less, gently tugging on the hem of her robe. He gurgled incoherently.
“Ah-“
“Grogu is asking what we’re going to do today, Master Furina!” translated another youngling. This one Furina recognized as Klee; a regular disturber of the peace at the temple.
Furina cleared her throat and took a moment to regain her composure. She reached down and gently scooped up Grogu, relieved to find that he didn’t weigh much at all. Once she had righted herself once again, she had an answer for the children who were now gathered eagerly around her. “Today, younglings,” she began, forcing herself to exude more confidence than she felt, “we’re going to practice negotiating!”
The children looked to one another in obvious confusion.
“Master Furina, what’s… ne… negoti… negation?” called a voice from the back of the room.
Perhaps she had chosen something too advanced. Nevertheless, Furina was determined to continue. She shifted Grogu to rest against her right hip. “Negotiation,” she said, pronouncing the word slowly and emphasizing the different sounds, “is a way of dealing with difficult people without fighting them.”
A chorus of “ooohs” filled the room.
“It is sort of like fighting, but with words,” she continued, glad that she seemed to be making at least some sense to them.
“But Master Venti always says that we have to be nice with our words!” Klee said, speaking even has her hand shot up into the air.
Furina winced inwardly. Of course, the first thing the younglings would think of at her description would be verbal abuse. She plunged onwards though, cleaning up her own poor choice of words with a flourish. “Negotiation is a way of fighting nicely with your words. You don’t say anything mean—you’re not trying to make your opponent cry or get angry. You’re trying to make them understand your point of view.”
Once again, it appeared that she had lost her charges. They were all looking back and forth at one another, and she saw at least one of them scratching their head. Furina sighed and gently set Grogu back on the ground, giving him a gentle push back towards his peers. “Perhaps it will make more sense to show you what I mean, rather than trying to explain it. Klee, would you mind coming up here?”
Klee bounded forward, excitement practically radiating off of her as she looked up at Furina expectantly.
“Now, Klee, let’s say that you want to try testing out some new explosives that you concocted,” Furina began, already beginning to regret her choice of participant. “But I want you to put your explosives away so that way you don’t damage the temple. What is something you might say to me to get me to change my mind?”
“Oh! Klee would tell you that in order for her to become a good Jedi, she has to practice with her bombs!” Klee replied, eyes sparkling.
“But suppose I told you that knowing how to use bombs has nothing to do with being a good Jedi?” Furina countered.
“Then Klee would say that it does have something to do with Klee being a good Jedi!” The youngling crossed her arms over her chest. “Because sometimes lightsabers get stolen, so you should have more than one weapon!”
Furina vaguely wondered if Master Kenobi had recently instructed the younglings of the importance of not losing their sabers, lest they end up in sticky situations much like his padawan tended to. “That is quite a reasonable point, Klee,” Furina said, forcing herself to sound approving for the sake of the lesson. “It does make sense to have a back-up weapon, just in case something were to happen to your lightsaber.”
Klee cheered, jumping up and down a couple of times before settling back down.
“This is what it is to negotiate,” Furina said, once again addressing the entire group. “To politely and intelligently convince someone else that you are right. It’s an important skill for Jedi to have.”
The children were now nodding and quietly conversing amongst themselves.
“Now,” Furina clapped her hands together, “I’d like you all to practice together! Find a partner or a group and try to convince one another of an opinion that you disagree on.”
The volume in the room quickly rose as the younglings began milling around, grouping up or pairing off to discuss important topics such as what lightsaber color was the best, or which Jedi knight was the coolest. Satisfied that she wasn’t completely incompetent at dealing with children, Furina allowed her shoulders to sag, relief probably palpable to any other Jedi in a hundred foot radius.
***
“This is the target?” Dehya asked skeptically. The hologram hovering before her didn’t look terribly impressive.
“It is,” Navia replied, punctuating the sentence with a sip of her tea.
Dehya studied the image of the Rodian, trying to find something that indicated the danger he posed. “You sure he isn’t someone you can handle yourself?”
“Truth be told, we probably could,” Navia said, setting her teacup back on its saucer. “But he is remarkably hard to track down. That’s why I’ve called you in, Dehya.”
“’Suppose that’s fair,” Dehya replied. Even if a man wasn’t particularly hard to kill, there wasn’t much you could do if you couldn’t track him down—and she had far more freedom of movement currently than the Spina did. “Any idea where he was last spotted?”
“Tattooine, unsurprisingly.”
“Shocking,” Dehya said with a laugh. “Well, guess I’ll get movin’ then. Tattooine’s as good a place to start as any, at any rate.”
Navia nodded, smiling pleasantly. “I look forward to hearing of your success.”
-
Tracking the bastard ended up taking months—starting in Mos Espa, covering no fewer than ten other settled systems and two unsettled, before ending up at long last on Rodia where the chase was finally nearing its end.
“Suppose you thought you could blend in on your homeworld, huh, Breet?”
The Rodian was cowering in the back of a supply closet—cornered only moments ago by Dehya. Truly, there was nothing intimidating about the man. Had he not been so slippery, the Spina would have had no problem dealing with Breet themselves. Dehya was almost bored—but admittedly, the chase had been more entertaining than she had anticipated. The Rodian knew how to hide, that was for sure. But everyone’s luck ran out eventually.
“Please Ms. Flame Mane, I beg you-“
“Save it,” she said, resting her blaster rifle on her shoulder. She didn’t even need to threaten to shoot him—he clearly wasn’t going anywhere. Not this time. “If you come quietly, I can bring you to the Spina alive. Maybe they’ll decide to cut you some slack. But I’ve been told that I can just kill you if that’s easiest.”
Breet squeaked, somehow managing to cower even further. “N-no, please, just don’t hurt me-“
“Yeah yeah, behave and I won’t have any reason to.” Dehya moved forward to grab the Rodian-
-only for him to quickly duck under her hand before quickly squeezing between the space between her body and the wall of the closet.
Dehya hissed in irritation as she spun, already pulling her blaster back into position. She could hear Breet laughing in relief as he sprinted full-tilt away from her, back down the hall she had chased him down but a minute ago. Unfortunately for him, the bounty hunter’s patience had run out.
“Sorry, Navia,” she muttered to herself, taking careful aim at the Rodian’s back, “but I don’t feel like dealing with this anymore.” She squeezed the trigger, releasing a few shots which flew true, right into Breet’s back.
Into Darkness Ivy padded into her small government-issued apartment, slipping off her shoes as she went. The lights turned on automatically as they sensed her presence, and the little cleaning robot hovered across the floor to its charging dock, trying but failing to keep out of Ivy’s way. The...
Alright y’all, I’m gonna go ahead and drop the link to the short story I wrote for my creative writing class this semester. It’s not my favorite work, I had a lot of restrictions to work with, but it’s certainly the most complete thing I’ve ever written. It’s about 26 pages long and toys with the idea of morality; specifically doing wrong things for the right reasons.
If anyone is interested at any point, I’d also be down to share some excerpts from some of my works that I enjoy more.
Sure darling, I have a request! Can I have uhhhhhhh Jyushimatsu and some neck kisses and cuddles? I’m in my jyushi feelings this here afternoon
Anything for you, Bard! <3
The two of you were wrapped up in a fluffy blanket on the couch, dozing on and off as the afternoon slowly passed by. It was one of those rare times where Jyushi was content to sit still, if only for a little while. However, that allotted period of time was coming to a close as he shifted around and slowly blinked his eyes open.
He looked down at you blearily, then smiled happily and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you from your slumber. “Good morning!” he hummed.
A quick glance out that window was enough to tell you that you had only been asleep for an hour, at most, and that it was certainly still afternoon, but you didn’t see the point in arguing. “Good morning, Jyushi.”
He laughed softly and pulled you closer, peppering several light kisses on your head and neck, which made you laugh in turn as there was only really enough pressure to make them tickle. After he was done with the kisses, he nuzzled his head against yours and hugged you once more before hopping up. “I’ll go get us some snacks!” he called as he raced out of the room. It was honestly incredible how much energy he had right after waking up.
Hi hi! Since you’re taking requests would you write Todomatsu and a love confession to reader? :3
Coming right up, my dude!
Todomatsu paced back and forth, nervousness breaking through the usual cute facade he wore. He had invited you to check out a new cafe with him, and he intended to tell you exactly how he felt about you when you showed up. And though he was certain he was ready to admit to his feelings, that didn’t stop the anxiety and adrenaline from coursing through his veins. Eventually, he forced himself to stand still and took a deep breath. Everything was going to be fine. The two of you got along so well, you would definitely return his feelings.
Right?
“Um, Todomatsu?”
He spun around, caught off guard as you approached him from behind, and you couldn’t help but giggle at how surprised he seemed. His face was slightly flushed, and his breathing was labored.
“I hope I didn’t scare you!” you continued, trying not to grin. “I didn’t realize you were so lost in thought.”
“No no, you’re fine!” Totty replied, waving his hand in the air for emphasis. His voice was pitched slightly higher than it usually was. “I was just zoning out, that’s all.” He punctuated the sentence with a nervous laugh, and his mind raced as he tried to figure out a way to recover the situation and confess to you.
“Oh good!” you grinned. “Shall we get going then?”
This was his chance! With the awkwardness diffused, he could tell you! “Actually, do you mind if I tell you something first?” He asked, grabbing your arm to keep you from heading into the cafe. You paused, but made no move to dissuade him.
“Sure, what’s up?”
Todomatsu took a steadying breath. “I know we’ve been friends for awhile now, and that makes me really happy! But lately… I was thinking that maybe… maybe we could be something more?” He cast his eyes down to the sidewalk, too nervous to look you in the eyes. “I mean, only if you want to, of course! If you’re not interested in me like that then I don’t mind if you just want to stay friends, but I really like you, so-”
You interrupted him by placing a kiss on his cheek, a soft smile overtaking your features. He froze in place, a blush rapidly heating up his face. “Totty, I was beginning to think you’d never ask,” you said. At your words Todomatsu regained some of his composure.
“You mean, you feel the same way?”
“Yup! And now that that’s out of the way, how about we go have our date now?” You grabbed his hand in yours and led him into the cafe. “I’m hungry!”
Todomatsu was at a loss for words, but an ecstatic smile took over his face and he lightly squeezed your hand. Man, he couldn’t wait to gloat to his brothers that he had a girlfriend. Though he supposed he should keep you a secret for a little while, if only so the two of you could have some peace and quiet.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Osomatsu’s branch of the fic is finally up! Sorry it took so long, but I’m hoping to get the other four out within the next month! I’ll also probably have a couple of little drabbles/side stories to post in the same AU as well.
