#tbbb

[unconsciousxreality]

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|| crosshair x oc || short snippet || post-tantiss

Riika felt her real laugh escape as he pulled her a sharp right onto the packed dance floor and roughly hauled her into him. If the laugh for the irritating stranger was sweet and flirty, this one was dark and bellowing. Crosshair tightened his grip until she sighed and gave in, resting one hand on his chest and the other flung over his shoulder. The rough-woven fabric of the faded tunic he wore—some hand-me-down from a Pabu donation pile—chafed sweetly against the skin of her forearm. She clocked Crosshair's eyes track up from her wrist to her neck, all bare, and Riika felt her ego puff. The slip of deep crimson material she wore dripped from her tall and angular Vahla frame like blood.

In the year since Tantiss, Crosshair filled out a bit, his chest no longer feeling taut and hollow under her touch. Riika pressed her palm firmly into the new muscle that had built over his pectoral. He felt solid and hot as she traced a line down the center of his chest, eyes locked on his. For someone who complained half the night he had certainly seemed pliant when it came to letting her use him as a stick to beat up on unsuspecting men. Now, however, he was anything but pliant.

Crosshair's too-tight grip didn't let up until her hand stilled on his chest. Their near exact height made it a power struggle every time they ended up this close, which was almost always a result of Riika's unexplainable desire to feel Crosshair's flustered wrath. She loved the feeling that bubbled in her gut when he looked at her in that stifled burning way, blunted only by a facade of rage. She wanted to push him, and push him, inch him closer and closer to his limit. She wanted to make him break.

incredible amazing gorgeous art by @skatik

[coffeeandbatboys]

Whenever, Wherever

pairing: Fives x Reader, Torrent x reader (platonic)

This is a little gift for @the-bad-batch-baroness

A/N edit: STEPH I'M SO SORRY THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS WHEN I THOUGHT I POSTED IT.....

Warnings: Fluff. Maybe a little suggestive towards the end. Kisses and cuddles y'all.

The sassy lean against the wall ™️

You raise your comm to your lips. "Are we ready?"

Hardcase's hushed voice answers. "Yep. Target is in place. I wanted to watch but someone won’t let me out of the medbay.” Hardcase sighs.

Kix groans frustratedly in the background.

“‘Case, you got thrown twenty feet and you have a concussion. That’s plenty of reason for me to keep you here.”

“That might backfire on you, Vod.” Jesse snickers.

Kix echoes Jesse mockingly and Hardcase signs off with “good luck” while you peek into the mess hall where the rest of Torrent is.

The 501st are on a mission to Naboo, but temporary barracks have been set up to accommodate the troopers planetside, allowing them to enjoy the rich scenery and culture.

Dogma and Echo sit off to the side, having a conversation about something while Tup and Vaughn play Sabbacc with the very person that you came to see. Fives’ back is turned to the door as you slip quietly inside and make your way to the table, draping yourself over his shoulders.

With a smirk, you coo into his ear. "Hey there, stranger. Mind if I crash here for a bit?"

He turns to face you, cards forgotten on the table.

“Mesh’la? What are you doing here?”

You giggle. “Nice to see you too. Can’t I surprise my boyfriend?”

He smiles and tugs you into his arms, nuzzling his face in your neck and breathing deeply. Sure, it’s probably a dumb idea to go soft in front of his brothers, but they’re no one to judge either.

Besides, it is you; his cyar’ika.

“You came all the way out here to see me?” He asks, placing a lazy kiss to the side of your neck.

“Yeah, I did. Senator Amidala owed me a favor so I figured I’d come see you.” You say, gently tugging his hand so he follows. After bidding farewell to his brothers, the two of you retreat to a terrace away from prying eyes.

As soon as the two of you are out of sight, his lips crash against yours, needy and passionate. You return the kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair. He mumbles how much he loves you against your mouth, arms tugging you closer still. You’re inherently grateful that he isn’t wearing the top half of his armor, enjoying the warmth of his chest.

You couldn’t ask for anything more as you relax in your trooper’s arms and watch the sun set over the water.

You sigh contentedly. “I missed you.”

Fives tucks his chin over your head and squeezes you tightly. “Missed you more. This is nice.”

You hum happily in response, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“The senator got me a suite at a hotel. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if I had I dunno, say...a bodyguard?” You smirk, relishing in the groan that rumbles through his chest.

“I’m afraid I’d be a little too preoccupied with something else to be your security detail.”

“The closer you are, the safer I am,” You tease.

“Well then,” He says playfully, picking you up easily. “Where exactly is this hotel?”

[saintskully]

would u let her bum a cig yes or no

and where are your damn shoes girl

[saintskully]

i think she should be allowed to destroy and kill all she wants. she's done nothing wrong ever

[rtysworld]

[whoredeleau]

i sure am!

[theaawrites]

it’s 2am, I can’t sleep and I’m here to say that this song is, to me, very thom coded.

[theaawrites]

Foundations by Kate Nash came on my car playlist this morning and in and amongst “singing” along while dodging potholes I had a thought that it is a perfect tbbb toxic song

(Especially for after umich like “My fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation and I know that I should let go but I can't”)

Oh no. 1 that’s a TUNE and no. 2 you’re sooooo right about that line. Just the general immaturity in that song from both of them but the unwillingness to let go. So good!!