#sinker x reader

[luna18night20]

A masterlist of one-shots, scenarios, headcanons, drabbles, and more featuring our beloved 104th battalion, known as the Wolfpack (Commander Wolffe, Sinker, Boost, and Comet).

💗 - fluff

💔 - angst

🔥 - smut (18+)

💓 - suggestive (16+)

💝 - hurt/comfort

💟 - other

💟 Clone commanders as a boyfriends #1

💓 Clone Commanders HCs: Chubby S/O #1 (16+)

🔥 Fandom characters: Birthday special (18+)

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[vodika-vibes]

Sinker x Reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend try to find a way to beat the summer heat.

Pairing: Sinker x Reader

Word Count: 988

Warnings: Domestic Fluff

Songs: None

A/N: This story is brought to you by the fact that it's the beginning of September and 100 fucking degrees outside. The Clone of choice was suggested by @starrrgazingbunny

Divider made by saradika

“It’s so hot...” You say to your boyfriend of 6 months as you lay on the floor in your kitchen, in front of the fridge with the door wide.

“It’s just a little heat, sweetheart, you’ll live.” Sinker, in spite of his words, is laying on the floor next to you with an ice pack pressed against his face.

“No, no. I think I’m actually melting.” You say as you turn your head to look at him, “...I think your ice pack is melted.”

He sighs and drops the cool water pack on the floor between them, “It is.”  He pauses, “Maybe we should go to the Barracks? I’m sure their AC still works.”

“I thought Wolffe said that if he sees you again before the end of the week he’ll kill you.” You reply as you grab the ice pack and sit up to throw it in the freezer.

“He was just exaggerating.” Sinker replies, “Maybe.”

“Oh, I know! You can fix-”

“Absolutely not.”

You huff and sit back down on the floor, and then decide to pull out the big guns. So you lay back on the floor, and then promptly roll so you’re laying on top of Sinker, “Please?” You ask as you rest your chin on his chest and look up at him with sad eyes.

“Do you think saying ‘please’ and batting your pretty eyes at me will get me to do what you want?” Sinker asks, “Because normally you’d be right, but it’s too damn hot.”

“You think I have pretty eyes?” You ask, distracted.

Sinker laughs, his arms coming up to hook around you, “They’re probably my favorite feature of yours.” He pauses, and shifts his head slightly to look down at your body, “Your second favorite feature,” He corrects with a salacious grin.

“You’re such a pervert.” You grumble.

“You knew this about me when you agreed to go on a date, gorgeous.” He lifts his head and kisses the top of your head. “Also, I need you to get off me. It’s too hot for affection.”

You laugh, but acquiesce to him and roll back onto the floor. You lay there silently for a moment, and then you groan, “Okay, I’m done.” You sit up, “On your feet, handsome. We’re going somewhere else.”

He groans theatrically, “You want to go out into the more heat?”

“We’re going swimming, you dork.”

“...we are?”

You offer him your hand, and he smiles gently, and gets to his feet without your help. “I thought the pool in this building was closed?”

“It is. But there’s a massive lake not far from here which is open for swimming.” You tug him out of the kitchen and into the bedroom, before you release his hand and start digging through your dresser.

“I don’t own a swimsuit, sweetheart.” Sinker reminds you, as he sits on the bed and entertains himself with watching you flutter from one side of the bedroom to the other.

“Yeah you do.”

“...no, I’m fairly certain I don’t.”

You let out a triumphant shout, and emerge from the dresser with a set of gray swim shorts, “Here there are!” You hand them to Sinker, who takes them and unfolds them.

They’re gray, with the symbol of the wolfpack on the left leg, “I paid good money for that design,” You say with a grin as you pull out your own bathing suit, a black bikini with an identical symbol on your left hip, “And we’ll match!”

Sinker stares at you, his eyes wide, “You…got us matching swimsuits?” He asks.

“Well, yeah. And matching towels. And, because I have more money than sense, I also bought you an entire summer wardrobe-” You pause, “Too much?” You ask sheepishly.

“..Do you have any idea how much I love you?” Sinker asks, a lovesick smile on his face.

You blush and turn away from him, “Well, you have mentioned it a time or two, but if you want to tell me again-” You squeal when you feel his arms hook around your waist and he tugs you back against his chest. “I thought you said it’s too hot for affection,” You tease, as you reach back and lightly stroke his cheek.

“I would never say that.” Sinker mumbles against your neck, “That was clearly the Devil talking through me.”

You laugh, “Is that right?”

“Absolutely.” He rests his chin on your shoulder, “So…can I see you in your swimsuit?” Sinker asks, “Please?”

“Why?”

“Well, you can’t just spring a bathing suit, a bathing suit in my colors, on me and expect me to handle it well, sweetheart.” He says reasonably, “I need to make sure I’m able to function while you’re wearing it.”

“So what you’re saying is you’re worried I’ll be distracting.”

“What can I say, I’m a weak man. Besides, I bet you’ll be much cooler in your swimsuit.” Sinker prods easily.

“Right, until you decide you can’t keep your hands off me.” You remind him with a fond smile.

“Well, I can’t do that anyway. Please?”

You turn in his arms, “Do you think you can just say please, and bat your pretty eyes and I’ll do what you want?” You ask, repeating his question from earlier.

“Will you?”

“Yeah, of course.” You lean in and kiss him, “I’m just as weak for you, after all.”

He groans, “Babe, you can’t say stuff like that to me.”

You laugh and step out of his arms. You grin at him, and back into your bathroom, “I need to rinse off before we go anywhere.” You say impishly. You leave the bathroom door open. “Are you coming or not, Sinker?”

He throws his bathing suit on the bed and hurries into the bathroom after you. He flings your swimsuit into the bedroom, and kicks the bathroom door shut. You dissolve into giggles, well aware that you aren’t making it to the lake today.

[hetalianskywalker]

Day 15: Stuck

Pairing: Mer Sinker x Reader

Summary: There is something unexpected in your fish trap.

Author’s Note: This man fought me the entire time I was writing him,

Warnings: Cursing.

Word Count: 721

Prompt: Character A lives by the sea, and while pulling in their nets/traps one day, they find a bedraggled, angry Character B caught in them. Character B is a merperson that was trying to steal some easy fish from Character A’s traps, but got stuck.

Prompt “Caught Up AU” by auideas

“About fucking time.” You stop halfway through pulling your fish trap out of the water to see a once in a lifetime sight. There is a merman with both arms stuck in your trap. His silver hair gleams in the setting sun as he glares at you.

You find yourself bursting out laughing even as the Mer bares his sharp teeth at you in warning. Once you calm down, you finish bringing the trap onto the dock. He watches, looking up at you expectantly as you analyze his predicament more.

“You tried to steal some of my catch huh?” You knew the answer already, but it was without a shadow of a doubt when he looks away from you.

“Maybe.” He grumbles, scanning the wood planks of the dock.

“Maybe I shouldn’t waste credits on breaking my trap to let you out?” You only half joke as he glares at you again.

“Yes, okay. It’s been a long day and I was hungry. Please let me out.” He forces out with a huff. You nod victoriously before slowly beginning to cut the wood around his arms.

“What possessed you to stick both hands in there at once?” You tease, unable to help yourself.

“I was trying to be fast and take as many as I could in one go. I’m so sick of republic rations and I’m too exhausted to hunt.” He goes quiet for a second.

“And apparently you thought I was easy prey.” You prod sarcastically. He sighs defeated, but gives you a half smile.

“And I was obviously wrong.” He answers sarcastically even as his brown eyes dance with mischief. Finally, you finish cutting a hole big enough to take out his arms. You both check them for wounds and are happy to find they are only a little raw from the Mer trying to forcefully pull them out.

“Thank you.” He says quietly and turns to go.

“Wait.” You extend a fish out to him. “Here.”

His eyes go wide. His face turns grim after a moment.

“What’s the catch?” He arches an eyebrow and crosses his arms.

“No catch.” You say with a shake of your head.

“I tried to steal from you. You can’t…” He gives you a look of awe mixed with complete confusion.

“Yes, I can.” You insist, starting to get annoyed when he doesn’t move. “Take the damn fish…” You let your voice trail off with the realization you don’t know his name.

“Sinker.” He swipes the fish. “It’s Sinker.”

He lives up to his name as he sinks down into the water before you can get out another word.

From then on, you occasionally find a trinket in the trap. You never see him, but are touched and thankful nonetheless.

Then when the war ended, there was nothing for a long time. A part of you mourns the loss of your Mer friend, but you try not to think about it too much. Until one morning, he’s just standing there on your dock in human form like he always belonged there.

“Sinker.” You run up to him with a relieved sigh. You give him a quick hug he obviously wasn’t expecting before wacking him upside the head.

“What was that for!?” He yells offended.

“I was worried sick when you stopped showing up! Are you okay!?” You rest your hands on his shoulders as you look him over. You can faintly see the darkening blush.

“I’m fine. A lot has happened.” Sinker gently pushes you away while carefully avoiding your eyes.

“No kidding. Why’d you come back? Isn’t the empire going to be pissed off you're gone?” He snorts in response.

“I got phased out. They can go fuck themselves.” You burst out laughing at that and Sinker smiles.

“Also, I’m here to repay you.” Your laughter slowly dies as you look at him confused.

“So that’s what all those gifts were for. Then I’m practically in debt to you now.” You feel a bit embarrassed that was all he meant by it. Perhaps you were reading too much into it before.

“Oh really? How about…” He smirks as he lets the anticipation rise. “You let me take you out tonight in return?”

You blink in shock. Sinker looks like he’s about to take it back before you grin.

“I’d like that.”

[coffeeandbatboys]

Hi!!! I'm @bad4amficideas (dirty r18 sideblog because real people know main 😱) Congratulations on your followers🤯

I would like, please and thank you, to request a matchup. Of course if you want to delete this message I completely understand! (In advance, sorry for my English)

I am a woman (going ancient if you follow internet nomenclatures. middle ages welcome back i swear) I'm demiromantic pansexual, who thinks herself as shy and introverted... with a poker, resting bitch face worthy of Crosshair (or a soaked kitten). Depressed, socially awkward, and sometimes really misanthropic -even with my family and I love them-, though people like, always said I'm real kind and sweet, and hardworking ??? 🧐kinda clumsy/akward (not best at self esteem ik). Moody, really stubborn, conscientious, dignified/honorable, loyal, passive agressive, spiteful (...actually I'm a very shy decent girl but I don't recommend touching my people, I cry with rage so I make you feel guilty while I bite you) and when it’s something that I’m passionate about, I’m a force of nature, I feel myself shine and people irl seems to like talk with me about fandom ☺️ I can and will ramble for hours to end. Relaxed I'm a daydreamer, kinda scatterbrainer (some say I think to fast and can't keep up with my mouth) I love read fiction/fantasy/myth at times with romantic touchs, lots of smut and daydream. I collect merchandise expecific plushes *hunting lula atm ❤️‍🔥, damn why i must be european! This is chirithy and courage and lopmon hunting all again... but i got them. Just wait lula, wait 😈😈😈😈*

I am a little alienated from my body because id like it, but I am a ciswoman with Little chest and a lot of ass. long brown hair, freckles 🥰, on light skin and a very pretty 🥰 gray-green eye color, some say blue.

That was very long. A thousand pardons and congratulations again!

Welcome! (And don’t worry, your English is very good).

I’ll let Helena take it over from here 🩷

Helena: hello, friend!

After reviewing the information given, and some conversation with a regular at the shop, I have decided to pair you with Sergeant Sinker of the Wolfpack!

gif by @kamino-coruscant

Sinker was always taught by his non–vode superiors on Kamino that he was property of the GAR and nothing more. So once the two of you are officially together, he can’t get over the fact that you’d choose him. Just the thought makes him fall in love a little more every day.

Sinker has a dry sense of humor, so you can expect some witty banter from him. When you’re not feeling the best, he’ll know when to set the snark aside in favor of helping you. Sinker can be patient when the situation calls for it. It may take a while, but the two of you will begin to enjoy each other’s presence even when it’s just a comfortable silence.

He thinks nothing bad about your clumsiness. If you are to trip while he’s close enough, this man will catch you before you get hurt. And when it comes to self esteem, he has no problem telling you—or showing you—how much he loves you.

He will support you whenever you face a problem that you’re passionate about (and he will have internal heart eyes watching you go after it too). He admires your dedication and loyalty.

After getting to know you and your hobbies, he'll find himself actively seeking out shops that sell plushes and intriguing fantasy books so he can bring one home to you (with the his dad's General's help, of course).

As for your body image, a negative thought will never cross his mind unless you bring it up. He thinks that you’re just as beautiful inside as out. And he will feel so incredibly lucky to have someone like you to love.

Well, here’s his comm link code…I’d stick around for a little while longer but I gotta go—customers lining up!

400 follower celebration at Midnight Oil caf house

[rare-clone-fic-exchange]

A little magic never hurts

In honour to the "rare clone fic exchange" <3

I had the pleasure to write for Sinker, a clone recommended by the lovely @wolffegirlsunite

Have fun reading or in my language "Viel Spaß:)"

Pairing: Sergeant Sinker x witch reader

Rating: SFW (kissing and a minor wound)

word count: 4449

Little warning: I tried to make it GN, but there will be some mentions of female anatomy and the verb “she”, I don’t know how to write it the other way, no hate intended! Also english isn’t my first language so, please if you find errors write me😊

“Brief” summary: After Rowan's coven was murdered by the separatists and she barely survived, the question arises as to what she should do now. Alone on a planet that is no longer thriving but was the scene of a brutal crime, the chances of survival are not so good. But when an unknown ship lands on the bleeding planet and a helping hand reaches out to her, she takes it without thinking for long and enters a world that has never shown itself to her before. With new friends by her side, Rowan will finally experience what it means to live again.

  Gunships flew over my head and I could feel the vibrations coming from it when it landed softly on the inside of the cruiser. Men with white plasteriod poured from out of the ship but I was intently focused on two of them.

Sinker and Boost. My best friends since the last three months. They were the ones who took me under their wing after Master Plo Koon rescued me from my home planet. Shuddering when I thought about the disaster that happened not long ago I was brought back by an arm aggressively slung around my shoulders from two sides.

Identical smirking faces looked down at me and I punched them with my elbow when they squished me between their dirty armor. Boost laughed when Sinker took my whole body and brought me into a giant hug. Melting into the sergeant I sighed and relieved flowed through my body.

The last four days I was worried sick when they announced that they were engaging with the separatists, together with the 501st. and since I was no help in the field Commander Wollfe strictly forbid me to join them. Breathing deeply I was passed into the arms of Boost as he too, brought me into a giant hug.

After a while and one debriefing later I joined them in the medical ward because all of the brothers couldn’t keep their hands still and started a food fight in the cafeteria. Unfortunately Comet, who was still a bit clumsy threw his bottle and Sinker was the unfortunate one who it landed on. Directly on the side of his head.

So here we were wandering through the halls, a laughing Boost and worried Comet behind us. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Sinker mumbling to himself and looking everything but pleased. But I could understand. A scolding came from the commander as soon as we left the cafeteria and no other than Comet, Boost and Sinker were told to help the next few rotations. Gently I nudged Sinker with my arm and his warm eyes flitted to me without hesitation.

Butterflies erupted inside my belly, a warm feeling making me feel all gooey when he looked at me. Quirking his eyebrows he nudged me back and I couldn’t help but grin. Just before I could say anything Boost voice sounded behind us. “Hey Lovebirds, Comet and I are going to see if Wolffe needs any help with his headache. Don’t have too much fun!” And then they were gone.

My face was bright red when I looked at Sinker and saw his little smirk. Shaking my head I just dragged him towards the med ward and hoped his wound wasn’t too bad.

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Half an hour later, Sinker and I trudged through the halls. The bacta patch still attached to his temple didn’t made his mood any better but after I pleaded with him he let it stay on his head. Now on the way to my quarters the atmosphere flowed with some strange energy.

Taking my key card and sliding it through the slid my door quietly swooshed open and I walked into the small but comfortable space. Without saying a word Sinker plopped down on the little sofa, groaning when his plasteroid pinched his sides. Quietly chuckling I gestured for him to stand up and without a comment he did. Slowly lifting my hands, my magic worked piece by piece from his body until he stood in just his blacks infront of me.

Inhaling quietly I stared at his body, muscles flexing when I stepped closer to him, as if my body had a mind of its own. Warm hands caressed my sides and before I could take a step back his hands closed around my waist, tugging me closer to him until his body was aligned with mine.

Breathing deeply I shudder when his forehead rested on mine and our breaths mingled. “Rowan…” his voice was just as weak as I felt in this exact moment. Nudging my nose against his, these stupid rules about attachments and such went flying out of the cruiser when his lips landed on mine.

His breath hitched and then the barest there pressure against my lips made my knees go weak. Our lips gently moved together, with no hurry in the world. Warm hands slid down, around my hips and then upwards into my hair and around my ribcage. His scent was warm and drowning me.

But even the purest moments must end when you have no more air. With a quiet smacking sound our lips parted and the dazed look in his eyes made me want to kiss him again and again. “You have no idea for how long I wanted to do this.” His voice was deep and scratchy and I couldn’t help myself, but press my lips against his.

And maybe, just maybe a flower bloomed onto a far away planet, feeling a power so strong it would shake the galaxy.

[imperialofficersticky]

Hi it's @clone-anon and I'm so sorry I couldn't find your previous request. I hope that this is okay. It's also my first time writing Sinker, but I think he needs some love, so I went for it.

When Sinker got shore leave he immediately came home to you. He left a message on your comm so you would know he would be there. You walked through the door feeling relieved to not be alone. He immediately noticed something was off. You tried smiling but he could see through it. He hugged you and kissed your forehead.

"Tell me what's wrong," he said.

You looked up at him, finding sincerity in his eyes. You shared the events of the day. How it had gone from good to not good at all. He held you the whole time and listened intently.

"I'm sorry your day went sour," he said, giving you a little squeeze. "Maybe we make dinner?"

You smiled up at him and nodded. He was perhaps not the best cook, but he tried and you liked how calming cooking with him could be. He had a good sense of humor when something burned or the wrong amount of an ingredient was used. The fact that he didn't get too worked up and would simply try again meant a lot. He also made an effort to make sure cooking wasn't solely your job even though you were much better at it than he was.

You made and shared dinner, starting to feel more grounded and able to enjoy your time with him. After dinner you walked out to the porch, intending to get back to your potted plants. Just as you were about to get to work, the skies opened and it started raining. Wind picked up, throwing the rain against your home, and your plans were squashed.

"Sometimes it feels like the rain follows me," Sinker quipped.

You rolled your eyes a little and replied, "This is nothing like Kamino."

"No," he said with a grin, "but a good excuse to join me on the couch?'

You couldn't say no to that. He laid down and you rested your head on his chest while he rubbed circles on your back and put on a holomovie.

"You're the best part of my day," he said.

This is so goddamn cute, thank you for this wonderful story!!!! This really cheered me up!

Sorry about the confusion and I hope you’re doing well!

[waiting-for-motivation]

cuddling the 104th

summary: Ignoring her bed rest, (Y/n) escapes the med bay with the help of Sinker and Boost. Commander Wolffe encounters them. Will he help? Or will he tell Plo‘buir?

pairings: 104th x Reader, Sinker, Boost, Wolffe, Comet

warnings: the softest fluff

words: 901

a/n: manifesting my wolfpack boys in tomorrows episode :) also this is part of my 1k celebration

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

“Sinker! Boost! What are you doing?“

Heavy steps echo through the corridor. Wolffe watches his brothers round a corner and starts to run. There was someone in their arms and the Commander is quite sure who this someone is - their Padawan (Y/n).

Soft giggles reach his ears as he rounds the corner as well and almost runs into Sinker. His brothers look at him with wide guilty eyes.

“Hello there Wolffe“, (Y/n) greets the Commander with a silly smile and waves her hand. Her hand only stops moving when Sinker grabs it. Boost tightens his grip around (Y/n)s weak body, cradling her against his chest.

“Why is she here? She is injured!“, Wolffe asks protectively and takes a step forward to take (Y/n) from his brothers arms. She frowns at him and grasps Boosts top blacks.

“She hates the med bay! They gave her a good amount of painkillers which made her uncomfortable“, the Sergeant of the Wolfpack tries to explain but Wolffe shakes his head no. There is no way they can carry her around the ship while she has a broken leg as well as a blaster wound. She needs to stay in bed.

“I will take her back“, Wolffe announces and moves one of his arms under (Y/n)s legs while the other wraps around her upper body. With a sad glance towards the Padawan, Boost lets go of her. (Y/n) squirms in Wolffes arms but to no avail. The painkillers as well as blood loss made her dizzy.

Silent steps come closer and as Sergeant Sinker looks around the corner, he discovers their General. After turning back around he stops Wolffe with a hand against his firm chest. (Y/n) begs in his arms to stay with the clones. She wants so desperately to sleep in their barracks. Because that is where she feels most at home.

“Plo‘buir is coming!“, Sinker tells the group. (Y/n)s heart sinks because she knows her Master will bring her straight back to med bay. So she looks up at Wolffe with huge pleading eyes. The Commander sighs and nods.

“You distract him. I will get her inside our barracks“, Wolffe commands and his words make (Y/n)s eyes shine. While Sinker and Boost head towards the General with some stupid excuse, he walks the other way.

“I knew you had a soft spot for me“, (Y/n) states after some silence with a sweet giggle. Wolffe looks at her for a second but then focuses on not being seen by too many people. Still there is a smile on his lips.

“No. I simply want you where I can watch over you. Getting you back to the med bay would never stop you from trying to escape“, Wolffe explains as he rounds the last corner and walks straight towards the entrance of the Wolfpacks barracks.

“What you are trying to say is: You are soft for me“, (Y/n) teases and pokes the Commanders chest. She watches him roll his eyes like he always does. But she knows its not a mean gesture.

“C-Commander“, Comet greets the two of them. Sinker and Boost gave him the mission to guard the barracks and cover them. He is surprised to see (Y/n) in the arms of Wolffe, the one they thought would be a big problem.

Inside the barracks the clones of the 104th are already dragging their mattresses from their cots to a huge comfortable pile in the middle of the room. Some shinnies welcome (Y/n) with a pat on her shoulder or simply a smile.

Wolffe places (Y/n) in the middle of the combined mattresses, checking her for any sign of pain or discomfort, but she smiles at him sweetly. Comet drapes a blanket around her shoulders and then sits down next to her. All the other clones lay down around them like some human barrier. (Y/n) feels safe.

Sinker and Boost come through the door with laughter and join their brothers the same time as their Commander returns. Wolffe has taken off his armor. The second he lays on his back, (Y/n) rests her head on his chest. One of her hands is entwined with Comets.

“The real reason why I wanted to be here is that I wanted to know if everyone is aright“, (Y/n) whispers after some time and feels Wolffe shift underneath her.

“It‘s okay, ad‘ika. We are all safe now“, Wolffe breathes and wraps an arm around (Y/n). He caresses her back with his rough fingers, trying to calm her to sleep. It works. After some time the Padawan is sighing in her sleep and clutches Wolffes top blacks in her small hand.

It‘s silent for a while and most clones are already sleeping. Then Sinker and Boost start bickering about their next mission where the clones get to carry jetpacks. Both are too excited to sleep.

“Sinker. Boost. Shut up!“, Wolffe whisper-screams and kicks Boost in the neck to silence him. While Sinker laughs, Boost groans pained. Soon even the two fall asleep.

The next morning (Y/n) is the first one to wake up because she feels a close presence in the force. She looks around and meets the gaze of her Master. But he is smiling under his mask and leaves as soon as (Y/n) sees him. At least his Padawan is keeping her bed rest with the clones at her side.

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[not-really-a-writer]

Rough

When it comes to the Wolfpack, I see why Wolffe gets all the attention but.... The way Sinker says "Oh, so you think this is rough?" in that episode has never left me since the first time I saw it. Here I go making up some stuff about THAT. (Warnings: hot make out session, veryyy suggestive situation. Nothing actually happens but things do get spicy)

Clone Trooper Sinker x reader

Your head is spinning, your heart is racing. Your back is pressed up against the inside of your apartment door because Sinker has you by the neck. You feel his hot, open mouth gently biting just under your jaw as he pushes his body up against yours.

It's exhilarating. Sinker continues to mouth along your neck while his hands begin to explore your body. You feel the calloused pads of his fingers roaming up under your shirt, to your sides, then they find their way to your back and drag down as he begins to feel the skin just inside your waistband.

"S-ssSinker," you whimper, pushing away from the door the tiniest bit. He’s still biting along your neck, and you're not really sure what you want to say. You close your eyes. All you can think about is him. His smell. His touch. His -

Then you feel his lips crash onto yours. Almost instantly, you open your mouth to let him inside. Sinker takes control again and presses forward into the kiss, forcing your head to slam back into your apartment door. His grip on you tightens until he is squeezing your flesh between his fingers.

As you continue to work your mouths in tandem, one of Sinker's hands travels up to catch your face under your jaw. He slides his fingers up behind your ear until he is able to tightly squeeze a handful of your hair at the back of your head, near your scalp.

Your soft gasp is caught by a hungry kiss as his lips continue to consume yours.

Your mouth is full of the taste of him, and you love it.

With a firm grip of your hair in one hand, and your hip squeezed by the other, Sinker quickly pulls you to the floor with him. Your knee and back hit the tiles as you go down. You feel his weight as he pins you beneath him where you become very aware of his strength and size.

Sinker sits up to cast off his top, and you take the opportunity to enjoy this view of him. His muscled torso is faintly lit by moonrays shining through your bare apartment windows. He looks like a dream, one that you want to touch, so you can make sure it's real. You prop up on one elbow and reach up with your other arm to feel his body from his collarbone to his chest, and then down his abs. While you lean up, you can see your lipstick smeared around his beautiful parted lips.

"Gonna have you screamin my name tonight, darlin" Sinker taunts smugly as he runs his hand over your chest. Normally, you would never let a man talk to you like that. With that snide attitude. But this one looks like a god above you and you know that he will deliver on his promise.

You thread your hand through his signature silver hair as you attempt a retort, "Sinker, sweetheart. You're nothing like your Commander," you say with a naughty smile. "Didn't think you had it in you to be so rough."

"Oh," Sinker says leaning back down over you. His hand brushes up past your chest to rest on your throat as he pushes you flat down to the floor. His gorgeous face is only inches away from yours when he looks at you with a raging desire. "So you think this is rough? Just wait till we get started."