#ladyopress

[dogmascutie]

I'm in a bad mood this morning so i'm going to try to make it better with more shitposts: The Wolfpack

from left to right: sinker, boost, wolffe

thank you for this beloved, and i hope this makes your morning better - hardcase would wear this no question

[zinzinina]

sorry for this sam, but i still have not let that matchmaking thing go where you paired me with Sev, so i have thots:

i haven't played RepComm but from what i've seen he's kind of grim and a little intense, so here i am thinking about him being all like nervous around you, but it coming off like he's standoffish, because every time you compliment him or say something nice he gets this dopey grin on his face that he has to immediately squash down and it comes out more like a grimace. but i just know he makes the sweetest sounds. he whines and not even shy either, because if he trusts you enough to be vulnerable and intimate with you, he's going all in. also he has a massive praise kink, because he needs some sweetness in his life. 😌

Liz, my love! 🥺 Why are you apologising!? This made my heart hurt in the best way; you're so completely right about all of this. Are we here for some soft Sev hours? I definitely think he deserves it, for all that bloodlust and insanity!

(Just a tiny bit of NSFW and a whole lot of ✨feelings✨ after the cut.)

Here’s the thing about Sev though: he puts it on. He knows he does.

Every time he shoots a Geonosian ravager point-blank, spraying himself and his brothers in foul yellow viscera, he knows his options are limited. He could feign bravado like Boss, embodying that eldest-brother pride and sense of duty that’s recently started to feel just a little brittle around the edges. He could just shut down, turn droid-cold, like Fixer. Poor guy’s been getting back from missions to sit wordless and stiff in his rack, bucket still on. He’s begun to worry about him.

But his biggest cause for concern is his youngest brother. He’s seen the nervous, mindless babbling that Scorch relies on to get through the more gruesome campaigns. Scorch’s jokes had begun to sound close to manic. Nobody else seemed concerned — or, at least, as though they had room to act on those concerns. Sev’s never been the best with words. He gets it out in training, or on missions. It’s easier to find clarity in brutality. But his when his first dark, shaky efforts at levity seemed to shock Scorch into movement, he felt like it might be worth it.

And ever since then, he’s taken it upon himself to carry that edge of fucked-up-ness for all of their sakes. He doesn’t mind being psycho, unrockable Sev as long as it makes them feel better about their own conflicted feelings in the heat of a fight. He doesn’t mind the ribbing from Scorch when he seems to enjoy a kill just that little bit too much. It’s better than seeing his little brother’s hands shaking too hard to reload his anti-armours. In his own way, it’s as much an outlet for that terror for him as it is for the rest of the squad.

All of this takes its toll though. When he’s finally sitting alone with you in the quiet, he lets it all slip away. It’s hard to be hard. He sometimes doesn’t know if he’s still pretending. Maybe he isn’t a good man anymore, if he ever really was one. This is why it means so much when you remind him. Because surely only a good man would get to feel your fingertips on his jaw, softly feeling the tension ease as you kiss him, light and delicate. Only a good man would get to hear you whispering to him in the dim, telling him how gentle his hands feel on your body, how careful he always is with you, how safe he makes you feel… promising him that he's safe, when he’s with you.

When you wrap your arms around him and hold his head close in the space between your breasts, it’s one of the only times he lets himself become truly soft. Your fingers in his hair, your lips against his forehead, he can simply allow himself to be loved. When he finally feels the heat of your body sinking down around him, he doesn’t even try to hold back his whimper. He needs you to tell him how good he makes you feel, because there isn't enough goodness in his life.

It's why he takes such a long time with you; so slow as he works you higher, kissing lazily at the place inside your knee even as he curls his fingers inside you. He wants to be soaked in you, until you're gasping his name — his name — creating something between the two of you that feels so good and right and safe.

In these moments, his hands are washed clean of all the blood he’s ever spilled.

[mandaloriandin]

You know that "Crossfit? You can Cross-fuck-off" from Letterkenny? Someone needs to say that to Crosshair.

LMAO LIZ 😂😂 How have I never thought of this before lmfao thats hilarious 😂

[shiny-mando]

🌈 Please? 🥺

also can i reblog it?

Lizard my darling💕 Omg yes of course you can reblog it!

Your song is Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode. It just feels right

Mutuals send me a 🌈 and I’ll pick a song I think matches your vibe

[boys-of-the-gar]

Udesii, al'verde, or someone might think you're - what's the word? Aikiyc? Am I pronouncing that right? Who knew Bacara likes to gedete for a neverd, how cute?

You're right, I can't blame you though. I've been wanting to put my mouth on you for a while. Do you like it when I bite your lower lip? I promise I won't be too rough, unless you want me to. I just like getting you wound up.

"I'm going to need practice?" I'll show you who needs practice. You sound a bit layari, yes? We'll see just what you're made of when you're cock is in my mouth, won't we? I know I can make you whine as soon as my tongue hits you tip, right? I hope you like it sloppy, Bacara, because now I want to make a mess of you.

Ner ad'ika ori'guuror mando'a? Ni dinu me'copaani. Ner neverd'ika, pirimmur ramikadyc tengaanar ni suum ca'nara. Gar mandokarla. Jii, cetar. Sooran ni'jagyc ad'ika.

I can see the way you shiver when I speak to you in mando'a, ad'ika. If you want, I can speak this way to you all night. I don't often get the chance to converce in my dialect. It's even more rare I get to speak with someone as mesh'la as you. Your tongue is very adept at pronunciation. If I didn't know better I'd say you were Mandalorian yourself.

Get on your knees for me ner ca'tra. Look how karking hard that mouth of yours has made me. I'm aching just picturing running my cock along your gorgeous lips. Sooranir. Go ahead ad'ika. Ruin me for anyone else. Make me orjorer your name while my cock slides down your throat.

-Bacara

[dogmascutie]

currently obsessed with the idea that stone and thorn switch armor/places for a day just to fuck with fox, who doesn't even notice because he's Tired™️ but it drives thire up the wall.

could it be??? dee writing a non-smut ficlet???? stranger things have happened.

rating: general, but minors PLEASE do not interact with my work. i am an 18+ blog ONLY.

"...and the Glee Anselm Envoy needs to be rounded out. I don't trust shinies on their own with something this sensitive - make sure Hook is with you. Stone, are you getting this?"

"Loud and clear. We need a medic for this sort of thing, vod?" Thire makes a loud scoffing sound at the question, but Thorn ignores him. So long as he acts confident, he's almost positive that Fox won't notice the trade in uniform.

"Obviously," Fox mutters, lifting his helmet to pinch the bridge of his nose. He's clearly annoyed at the situation, not Thorn-as-Stone, so Thorn takes it in stride, making a sympathetic humming noise. Fox sighs, long and frustrated.

"Of course, were General Fisto available..." Fox shakes his head, refusing to finish the thought. Monnk and his battalion always speak highly of their Jetti. It's hardly General Fisto's fault the Guard hasn't had much positive experience with the order. "Like I said, it's sensitive. Grenade can spare a medic or two."

"I'll have a chat with him," Stone says behind Thorn's helmet, and Thorn's eyes roll back in his head at the deeper, rougher affect Stone puts on. Thorn doesn't sound like that. "Might have to crack a few skulls to get the personnel, but that's nothing new."

"Give me a fucking break," Thire mutters. He'd noticed the moment Stone and Thorn walked in together, the change in their gait and the way Stone kept fiddling with Thorn's too-worn gloves. And Fox might have done the same, if he hadn't avoided sleeping all week and can barely keep his eyes open let alone notice the swap. But Thire can bitch as much as he wants - this is the most fun Thorn's had in months.

"What the fuck are you on about?" Fox asks tiredly. "'Crack a few skulls' - I swear, Thorn, if you so much as joke about hurting Grenade's boys he'll throw you off the prison roof. Just tell him we need the manpower, alright?" Stone mock-salutes.

"Yes, sir!" Stone shouts, and the snort Thorn lets out is utterly undignified, but not nearly as loud as the obnoxious sound Thire makes.

"Something to say, Thire?" Fox asks, and Thire splutters.

"Vod, they're fucking with you-"

"What else is new? Thorn hasn't been serious a day in his life. Now, Stone," Fox continues, staring right at Thorn, who at this point has to bite his tongue to keep from bursting into what he suspects would be very girlish giggles, "do you need to brush up on your Nautila?"

"Not at all," Thorn says confidently.

"Oh yeah?" asks Thire, the smug grin on his face so intense it comes clear through his voice. "Why not give us a sample?"

"Hey, hey," Stone says, his voice just on the precipice of anxious, "this isn't a history class-"

"Pill-och boor, p'loch baan, veniiv veneev," Thorn says perfectly clearly - and utterly gibberish. "That roughly translates to; We are love, we are light, we are bodiless souls."

For one tense moment, Thorn almost believes the jig is up as Fox watches him in utter silence. Then-

"No wonder Monnk's such a fucking hippie anymore," Fox mutters, rubbing his face again. "I'm sure the Nautolans will be...charmed."

"Oh my fucking god," Thire groans as Stone bends over, hands on his knees, laughing his ass off. And yeah, Fox chases them around with an electric riot baton for the better part of an hour after that, but it's definitely worth it.

[zinzinina]

Sam, here's my Thirst Thots for Delta Squad:

Boss - I think Boss is pretty vanilla, but I know he talks. I just know it. It starts out with him being very out of character and asking you if you're okay like every fives seconds, which is jarring because he's normally Very sure of himself. Once you get past that hurdle, he's babbling and praising you the entire time. You could ask him for anything and he'd give it to you, absolute soft Dom.

Fixer - I feel like Fixer is into sensory deprivation and yeah that one might be a little out there, but something about either of you (he's a switch, baby) wearing his helmet and being unable to see/hear just gets him going. I think it leans into his ability to trust you, and that you'd trust him after all the shit he's done. He's not a bad man, by any stretch, but sometimes those lines get blurred in the field.

Scorch - Scorch likes to be tied up and gagged. I know it's too obvious with his personality, but also it's so right. I just Know It. Cuff him to the headboard and gag him with your panties and watch as he tries to talk around them. He cums hard. 😌💕

Sev - This man gets off on intimacy, literally any kind. Cook for him? He's hard. Taking a bath with him? Suddenly he's fingering you. Cuddling? You already know. It's not that he doesn't respect platonic or non-sexual intimacy, and once he gets used to it he does calm down, he just can't get over the fact that he has This. He never thought he'd have This.

OH MY GOD Liz!

These are all so perfect! Boss had me so soft; he’s such a gruff, commanding dude that you’re so right, as soon as you’re looking after him, he cracks. Total putty. Fixer reminds me a little bit of Tech, I feel like he’d be an overthinker for sure. So sensory deprivation is PERFECT. You’re an actual genius. Imagine that all he can feel is you, and he’s already so overwhelmed but he doesn’t know what you’ll do next and so he can’t analyse it or prepare himself… uh, yeah that fucked me up. Sev… 🥺 please, he deserves some softness. Like, holding hands while you fuck, gazing into each others’ eyes softness… aaaaaaah oh my god.

And then my sweet beloved Scorch, running his cocky mouth, babbling and whining mindlessly away? He totally does it on PURPOSE because he wants you to shove your panties in his mouth. Jfc I’m deceased. (Also you know That video of that guy in the chair with the red tape over his thighs? That’s Scorch.)

These thots were an absolute blessing, ilysm oh my god x

[dogmascutie]

look me in my eyes and tell me torrent company wouldn't wear this

ALSNSLAW why would i do that when you’re obviously right. bunch of frat boys i swear. the order is:

echo - fives - kix - jesse - hardcase

dogma misread the memo and tup just loves this fit so, in the only instance of them having the same fashion sense, even if it was by accident, they end up wearing a matching pair of these:

rex doesn’t have the goddamn patience to coordinate with them but if he did it’d be this: