#and bounty hunters and Hunter hunters and everything in between. some are still a force of good. many are not

[springcatalyst]

*asks you about world building*

*sickos haha yes image*

All my stories take place in roughly the same timeframe in largely the same environment: hesitantly named Synsolic as an analogue to Earth (I may change that later because I don't know if I like it but it's stuck for a while now so. We'll see)

It's fantasy because I am a sucker for fantasy, populated by humans, merfolk, fauns, satyrs, ipotanes, and nightlings- which are also called shadowlings or aveoliths in varying contexts. I know "faun'' and ''satyr" are largely used interchangeably in a lot of things, but they're different species, here, though they share similarities with each other as well as with ipotanes, the other ungulate species. Merfolk are actually made up of two subspecies, iarans and nix, but while they differ physiologically in a lot of ways, culturally they are one and the same, so they're generally grouped together. I think that's as far as I'm going to get into species things for now, because I've got *checks notes* 32 pages of species things in my own nonsense word docs and I really don't think you want all of that. Unless...

BUT

The world as it is now has been fractured. I hesitate to call it post-apocalyptic because that implies a level of supernaturality and/or violence that generally isn't present, but the gist of it is that over a century past, in the mountain range at the northern edge of the continent, the tallest peak erupted. Think Mt. Taupō or Mt Tambora, with some variation. The ash, the pyroclastic flow, the acid rains and sulfide clouds, combined with the continued effects that the material that made it into the stratosphere had on climate in the next few years, contributed to a heavy death toll. Even after the initial activity ceased, cities fell just because they couldn't feed themselves in the unnatural winter that followed, in the subsequent years' lack of a true summer. The sulfuric content released poisoned the air, especially close to the mountain, though if you were close to the mountain, you were probably dead anyway from that initial eruption, just from being buried in ash or debris. More people were lost than can be counted- in the hours after the eruption, but also in the years that followed.

Some were affected more than others. Merfolk, occupying mostly the southern seas and having the added protection of the waters' surface, retained more of their infrastructure, and with it, knowledge and history, more of their people, than terrestrial humanoids. Satyrs had typically occupied the forests in the north, and so there are very few, if any, true satyr cities remaining. As a result, merfolk are now known for their knowledge of technologies that were lost to others, and satyrs are largely travelers or scattered among other species, unlike fauns, humans, and ipotanes, who have places that are more theirs. (The species are not completely distinct, they live amongst each other in a lot of cases, but there are places that are mostly fauns, or mostly humans, for example, where other species are more a minority. Satyrs don't really have that.)

It has been a long time since the cataclysm. Nobody currently alive lived it, in fact, there are few that even remember somebody who did, and if they did, they were almost too young to know it. But it lingers in the way that things are, now. Cities don't really exist as much as towns or villages, small settlements that can support themselves with little outside influence. There's not a whole lot in the way of governmental influence, and there's definitely not any nations anymore, though they were more of city-states before, anyway. This is a double-edged sword, because the cataclysm made people come together in a way they weren't previously, but it also gave people who wanted to use or harm others an easy avenue to do it, with no formal punishment a disincentive.

The world is mostly in-betweens. Towns or herds or any other type of community are few and far between, and in the spaces linking them is just a vast wilderness that, too, has been changed by the cataclysm. Ash is rich soil. There are forests where there were once prairies and there are rivers that were redirected. The closer you get to the mountain, the more changed things have been. The landscape is scattered with overgrown ruins, again, with increasing density as you draw closer to the source. People are isolated because of this vast space they must span in order to reach others. There are many travelers, but they rarely cross paths, because how could they? There is so much space.

There is SO much more I could say but for the sake of your sanity I'll leave it here. Extremely swag of you to indulge me and if you EVER are actually interested in me elaborating on literally anything PLEASE ASK. I WILL GLADLY

#worldbuilding #ohoohohoho you do not KNOW how much this ask made me go 'YES. VINDICATION' #so beacuse i don't think i've said it already THANK YOU. A THOUSAND SMOOCH FOR U AND UR BLOODLINE #god i didn't even talk about caves bro. but that's more specific to nightling lore and some... some hunters' era stuff so it didn't fit #i have so much fucking species.doc you do not understand how sane i am about these guys. i lvoe them #merfolk are mythologized in a weird way because of the ways they were protected against the cataclysm. they're still obviously PEOPLE but #they're seen differently than the mammalian humanoids. i say mammalian and not terrestrial because. well #satyrs didn't rebuild their cities because of the unique way their architecture was formed it just was impossible to do in the aftermath #which is part of the reason they are so scattered #towns are isolated and that makes for some very distinct cultural shifts by geographic location even among the same species #travelers are welcomed and sailors are plenty. there are guilds that emerged early post-cataclysm in response to predation from... #...large animals like dragons and griffons. these guilds have since evolved into mercenaries and sport hunters #and bounty hunters and Hunter hunters and everything in between. some are still a force of good. many are not #HWHWHHW BRAIN FULL. many thoughts. can you tell ive been insane about my own fucking thing for like. forever. can u tell #i fucking love talking about them come closer. youre sooooooo interested u want me to tell u about my worldbuilding soooooooo bad

[psychedelic-ink]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶𝑹𝑨 𝑩𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑺

pairing: din djarin x fem!reader

genre: hurt/comfort, romance, smut, forced proximity

word count: 2.8k

summary: A friend, lover, then stranger. The last thing you expected was to be snowed in along with the bounty hunter. Tension rises as the past circles you both, trapped in the Razor Crest with no where to run or hide.

warnings: established past relationship, piv, touch starved din, creampie, also this takes place after S2 but the Razor Crest is still here because I love it so much and miss it

a/n: As some people might remember, I had a winter WIP list called 'Psychedelic Winter,' and this was one of the fics that I said I would write. And I thought, 'Hey, what better moment to post this than the day Mando S3 drops?' Enjoy everyone, happy mando day!

When you were thrown onto an icy planet by your so-called colleagues, you didn’t really have a plan for survival. It was your fault really, you were too trusting, too eager to help and be useful. It was a stupid habit that you had since very little, forced to feed yourself in this lonely lonely world. 

However, it wasn’t always like that. 

With a shudder, you hug yourself, your boot-clad feet buried in the snow. The flakes feel like glass shattering across your skin, painful and cold. Even your lungs tremble from it. As you walk forward, your mind brutally reminds you of him. A man that became a friend, a confidant which had quickly turned into something more. Heat pools between your legs at the mere thought of it, the feeling of emptiness and cold prominent. 

The Mandalorian. Mando. Din Djarin. Din. 

You miss him still. You can’t really help it. You loved traveling with him, and after such a long time, you truly felt like you belonged. He became family. He became your everything. Soon after your little family grew, Grogu joining the fray. It felt like a dream, you were finally living out what you’d been searching for. 

But that all changed when Grogu had to return to his own kind. The Jedi. Din grew distant, he pulled away, not responding to you or your touches. You just felt grief emanating from him, something that you couldn’t fix. He didn’t ask you to leave, you just left. Once again alone, once again without a home. 

In your desperate attempt to replace it, you went with anyone who would tolerate your presence. You’ve met some good people, but you’ve met some assholes too—obviously. 

Your lashes turn into cold crystals, stinging every time you blink. In the distance you see a hint of yellow light that bleeds into red, you can feel the warmth of it despite being far away. Like a moth to a flame, you walk towards it, your steps fighting against the cold wind and the snow. You can’t feel your fingertips anymore, or your legs, or your face for that matter. You’re flirting with death. 

You notice that the ship most likely crashed. You press your freezing palms into the metal, still hot, a soft heat spreading throughout your hand and blossoming across your arms. You let out a sigh. It feels familiar like you’ve been here almost. Teeth clattering, you reach the door and give it a loud knock, your fists hurt when you do it, but you manage to muster your last bits of strength. 

The door opens with a muffled hiss and you find yourself immediately staring into a blaster. 

A very familiar blaster. 

You quickly realize why this ship felt familiar, it was the goddamn Razor Crest. Your home—once upon a time. 

The blaster falters, and you stare into the familiar dark visor, he tilts his head. You like to imagine that he’s happy to see you despite the shock. With a crooked smile, you mimic his movement, cocking your head to the side. 

“Hey, Din.” 

Everything is the same. Everything is different. It’s weird to be back within the Razor Crest’s metal walls. The ship creaks with the wind, metal groaning as Din sits across from you, his legs spread and elbows leaning over his knees. You chew the inside of your cheek. Having such intimate memories with someone is an odd thing, your body still remembers what it felt like to be filled so thoroughly by him, to have his large hands squeezing and kneading your ass as you dripped and begged for more. 

Heat settles right below your spine. You wonder if it’s the same for him too. Had he thought of you after you left? Had he rutted into the pillows imagining that it was you instead? 

Probably not. 

“The engines are messed up from the cold but as soon as the storm lets up a bit we should be good to go,” he says, refocusing your focus back on him. “We’re going to be stuck here for a while.” 

You nod, not really knowing what else to say. To be honest, you’re slightly embarrassed that he’s seeing you like this. 

“How did you end up here?” he asks. 

The question surprises you because you hadn’t expected him to make conversation. You can’t tell if he’s angry or not from the modulated voice. He sounds like he always does. You look up to him, wishing you could see his face. 

“Grouped up with the wrong people. You?” 

“After a bounty.” 

“Ah, the same old.” 

“Pretty much.” 

The following silence is uncomfortable, it makes you feel unwelcomed and slightly gross. You don’t know what to say. What can you say to the man you basically abandoned? That was never your intention, but it was what he wanted. He didn’t need you around, reminding him of something important that he’d lost. 

Your mouth acts unfiltered, the horror sinking in as soon as you ask. 

“Have you heard from Grogu?” 

He stiffens quite visibly. His shoulders raise, his visor looks down. You curse your tongue from moving on its own. Din’s anger is physically felt by you, it chokes out the air from your lungs, forces the soles of your shoes to be glued to the floor. Your eyes go wide and you swallow. Your lips are sealed shut when he stands, his figure suddenly larger and taller than what you’ve been used to from your memories. 

“You don’t need to ask about him,” he answers curtly. “We don’t need to talk at all.” 

Din storms towards the back of the ship, his long strides reverberating through the metal walls. His sudden outburst leaves you stunned, your thoughts scrambled like the tangled wires of a circuit board. The sound of sparks and him tinkering with something echoes within the confinements. You’re stunned. Confused. You hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to do, before the ship groans and shudders again. A loud groan vibrating from your feet to your chest. 

Your feet move of their own accord, propelled by a mix of curiosity and concern. As you approach, the cacophony of tinkering grows louder, the metallic clinks and whirs blending into a symphony of sound. At first glance it looks like he’s doing nothing, crouched over, just occupying his hands. You reach out to touch his shoulder, a hesitant gesture. To your surprise, he leans in instinctively, his body responding to your touch like a magnet to metal.

But then jerks away, as if he’s been burned. 

“What did you mean by that?” you ask, pulling away.

He huffs, his hands falling. “I just said we don’t have to talk.” 

“What if I want to talk? I missed you, Din.” 

It’s an unexpected, sudden confession but you decide to go with it. It isn’t a lie. You did miss him. 

“Miss me?” he hisses out, his head falling back, he stares at the ceiling. “You left.” 

“What? Are…are you blaming me for what happened?” 

“No,” he stands up, his masked face an inch away from yours. You fight the urge to take a step back. He wouldn’t hurt you. He slowly tilts his head as if he’s amused by whatever expression you’re pulling. “I’m stating a fact. Didn’t you go?” 

Your eyes fall to his chest, “I did but—” 

“Then I find you on the brink of death, shivering, helpless,” he lets out a deep breath, chest heaving. “Was it worth it?” 

“I left because you didn’t want me around.” 

Your gaze snaps back up. He doesn’t move, the visor staring back at you feels colder compared to the storm raging outside. The build-up of tears is sudden, overwhelming. Your face controls with anger, your brows pinched and your lips curling down. The rage twists in your gut, you’ve been suffering, doing jobs left and right to feed yourself. And he has the audacity to tell you that it’s your fault? That he never wanted you to leave? 

Bullshit. 

Without thinking you push him away, your hands finding the cold plates that decorate his chest. He doesn’t move. An indestructible wall. Shaking your head, you push at him again, and again, and again. When nothing works, you hammer down with fists. Your heart beats loudly and painfully in your chest. You can’t breathe. You can’t speak. It’s suffocating and cold. So fucking cold. 

Your fists stop mid-air when he holds them, gloved fingers wrapped tightly around your wrists. 

“I never asked you to leave.” 

“You didn’t have to,” your eyes fall, shame heating your cheeks. “You barely spoke to me. Touched me. It felt like I was reminding you of a tainted memory. Something you could never have again.” 

“That’s not…dank farrik—” 

He pulls you in, arms coiling around you with the intent to never let go. The beskar is uncomfortable but comforting. Your hands shake as you return in like, wrapping your arms around him weakly. His hand cradles the back of your head, the other one sliding down to rest against the small of your back. He doesn’t say a word but you know this is his own peculiar way of apologizing. Even if he’s not sure what he’s apologizing for. Neither of you are. Luckily, you have a very functional mouth. 

“I thought you wanted me gone after…I didn’t know. I should’ve realized you were hurting. I was so afraid of what you might say that I acted before you actually said it.” 

“I was never planning on saying it,” he answers. “I missed you too, mesh’la.” 

His scent; metal, musk, and something sweet fills your lungs. You take deep inhales of him, grounding yourself back to reality. The hard surface of his helmet presses into the top of your head. The ache between your legs is uncomfortable, you want to touch him, feel his bare skin against yours. 

“Do you trust me?” he asks. 

You answer. “With my life.” 

“Then close your eyes for me. Let me guide you.” 

You do as you’re told. A dance that you’ve grown accustomed to once upon a time. The hiss of a helmet, the touch of his lips, the feeling of his hands cupping your bottom. He slips his tongue into your mouth, tasting you, reminding himself of what you felt like all those times ago. He tastes the memories he hasn’t been a part of, he gets used to the differences. 

When he parts, it’s hard to keep your eyelids from fluttering. You don’t open them, but the tease of the what if always remains. What would happen if you gave into temptation? Would he know you’ve seen him? Would he be angry? Would he never see you again? Would it be worth the risk? 

No, you think, It wouldn’t. 

“Touch me, riduur, I need you to touch me,” the last plea is spoken brokenly. “please.” 

Your hands roam his armor, blindly helping him out of it, touching every exposed skin and muscle. He’s trembling under your touch. You feel the thrust of his hips into yours, still clothed, desperate. Your skin prickles when you feel the hardness, heat pooling between your legs, and tingling. You’re just as desperate as he is. 

He takes your hand and leads you to the bunk. You feel him everywhere. His lips are on your breasts, kissing a trail down and circling the pebbled nipple with the tip of his tongue. He opens his mouth wide, fitting as much as he can as he sucks and bites. You arch into him, your hands still touching—tracing his back, cupping his ass, pulling him closer, asking him to thrust against you in the same desperate manner he had not moments ago. 

“Why did you leave?” he asks between wet, needy kisses. “Why did you go?” 

“I don’t know,” you say over and over. “I was scared, I’m sorry, I love you.” 

It was like a song that was whispered for their ears only. It’s a symphony of reminding themselves what they’d lost, and what they’d gained. 

Feeling him inside is a beautiful thing. Din is not a small man, not in the slightest, and he has to cover your eyes just in case when he fills you. It’s a smooth entry, your wetness enough to pull him deep inside. Your walls flutter, the blissful pain of the stretch makes you moan his name. The first thrust is like fireworks in your mind, bursting with pleasure. The second one you feel like ice, melting into the motion of his hips and the warmth of his cock. 

“Harder,” you breathe out. “Harder, fuck me, Din.” 

His teeth sink into your neck, his pacing fast, hard. The sound of skin against skin is loud enough to drown the sound of the snowstorm outside. You push against each thrust, albeit your movements not really doing much, uncoordinated and unpracticed. Din pins your hips down, his fingers like iron branding your skin. He hammers into you, the dark curls stimulating your clit forcing out a gasp from you. 

“Look at me.” 

“What?” 

“Look at me. Open your eyes.” 

His hips slow down into a tortuous grind. Your bottom lip trembles at the thought. You’re scared to open your eyes, and frankly, you’re not sure if you heard him right. His thumb smooths over your closed lid, gently pulling them down.

“Don’t be afraid,” he whispers. “I want to see you. I want to see the look in your eyes when you come for me. I want you to see mine.” 

“Are…are you sure?” 

Your heart feels like a ticking time bomb, your chest ready to explode, the ticking in your ears too loud. 

“I’m sure.” 

Your eyes open incredibly slow, fearful. Din’s face clears up and you see him smiling down at you, his hair mussed, sticking to his forehead due to sweat. Hesitantly, you place a hand on his cheek, feeling the trimmed down hairs with the pad of your thumb. He leans into your touch. 

“Now, that wasn’t so scary was it?” he asks, you smile and shake your head. 

“No, it wasn’t.”

He kisses you. It’s different this time, softer, slower. He resumes his thrusts, hips snapping into you with the intent of release. His one hand slides between your bodies, thick fingers finding your clit and starting to draw quick, tight circles around the sensitive nub. The skin above your stomach grows tight, your thighs shaking against the broadness of his hips. You can’t get enough of him. Kissing him and at the same time trying to look at him. You engrave his face into memory. 

Din breaks the kiss with a rush, his one hand cradles your cheek, tilting your head up to him. He holds your gaze, his lips parted. You feel your cunt fluttering around him, his cock heavy and throbbing deep inside you. Din spills into you with a groan, his hips stuttering forward. You follow right after, the sight of him too much. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip and his eyes roll back, you gush around him, your body convulsing as a silent promise never to let him go. 

When both of you come down from your highs, he kisses you. Again and again. A man starved. A man desperate. Only one plea falling from his lips. 

“Touch me.” 

You wake up with his touch on your shoulder. When you open your eyes memories come flooding back, you and Din, again you had found your home. You wince as you slowly get up, the ache between your legs uncomfortable but missed. You notice that Din is in full armor, waiting for you outside of the cot. 

“Come with me,” he says, voice hoarse. “I want to show you something.” 

He helps you into your clothes and his hand never leaves your waist as the two of you make your way up to the cockpit. The storm had subsided, only snow falling scarcely from the heavens above. He points you to look up, and you do. 

Your breath catches in your throat. The sky is alight with an otherworldly dance of colors - the aurora borealis.

The lights shift and shimmer, painting the sky with vibrant hues of green, blue, and purple. It's as if the entire galaxy has come to life, it’s beautiful. 

Din's arms wrap around you from behind, and you melt into his embrace. The warmth of his body against yours, the strength of his grip, and the steady rhythm of his breathing all serve to ground you in the moment. You feel safe, and you feel loved.

The aurora continues to dance above you, you lean your head back against Din's chest. It's like nothing else matters in the world except for this moment - just the two of you, surrounded by the beauty of the cosmos.

And as you look up at the lights, you know that you are home.

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[techhasmjolnir]

Dealer's Choice

Plot: You and the guys are enjoying some downtime in between missions, and one night you all decide to kill some time by playing a game. Things quickly take a bawdy turn.

Author's Notes:

Many thanks to @zoeykallus and her wonderful “Truth or Dare” story as the inspiration for me to finally craft a poly Batch tale.

Unlike my other works, there's a general description of the reader as someone that's into body modifications (piercings and tattoos). Additionally, assume the reader has a contraceptive implant. No other description of the reader is implied, nor should it be inferred. This story also assumes that the interest is there between the reader and the boys, but they're not yet in a relationship.

Sit back and set aside some time to read this one, for it comes in with a word count of 14,009.

Important Notes:

This content is strictly for audiences 18+. The roles in this story assume female readers and all members of the Bad Batch. Concepts introduced include: creampie, cum eating, cum swapping, dirty talk, female ejaculation, M & F masturbation, M & F oral (giving & receiving), PiV, toys

A collective sigh of relief comes from you and the men you've spent the past year working with, the specialist troopers of Clone Force 99. After bouncing endlessly between missions, the word is finally given that all of you are to take a standard Galactic month off for much-needed R & R, and to spend time overhauling the Marauder. You look forward to going home to your countryside villa on Naboo, and extend the offer for the guys to stay with you instead of spending their nights on the ship.

“This is some place you've got here, Y/N,” Wrecker says, his head swiveling around to look at the large vestibule into which everyone is gathered.

“This is nothing,” you reply, groaning as you let your heavy backpack slide off your shoulders. “You should see some of the villas out in Lake Country. This place? It's modest, by Naboo standards. I did the best I could hoarding credits away for years during my time as a bounty hunter in order to be able to afford it.”

“Bounty hunter? I suppose that explains how you ended up with us,” Tech chimes in as he pushes his lenses back in place. “Mercenary work is a natural extension of bounty hunting, in terms of a general skill set.”

“You're not wrong about that, Tech. I may not have enhanced tracking abilities like Hunter, but I more than make up for it elsewhere. All right, since all of you are going to be crashing here for the next month, you're more than welcome to occupy any of the spare bedrooms on the second or third floors. It looks like the housekeeper was here just recently, so everything should be cleaned and in full working order. I don't know about the rest of you, but I've been dying for a real shower ever since we were holed up in that dump on Tatooine!”

“Don't remind me,” Crosshair remarks. “I think I still have the stench of bantha on me.”

“I thought it was obvious it was their breeding season,” Tech slyly adds, never missing the opportunity to get digs in on Crosshair whenever possible.

“Enough, you two,” Hunter interrupts. “Grab your gear and head upstairs. Y/N's been gracious enough to let us stay here instead of being miserable in the Marauder every night, so let's at least try and act somewhat civil.”

You let out a cackle and painstakingly re-shoulder your backpack. “All right, you guys. Go upstairs and get settled. How about we reconvene in a few hours for something to eat, and maybe start unwinding with a game or two?” You start walking off to your bedroom, stopping to turn around when you hear Echo.

“Where are you going, Y/N?”

“Oh, my quarters are down here. I don't think there's enough room in there for all of us,” you tease.

You disappear down the hall toward your bedroom as the guys start making their way to the second floor, completely out of earshot as Crosshair casually says, “you want to make a bet?”

*****

“All right, guys, the rules are simple. All you have to do is spin the bottle, and whoever it points at is the one who will be asked “truth or dare.” If you pick truth, just answer the question honestly. We're all adults here, so there's no need to be embarrassed about anything. Same goes for dare. The only rule about dares is that you don't have to do them if it violates your personal ethics, or is a violation of whatever you consider to be your hard limits. You can rescind consent at any time and ask for a pass, or change it to truth. I just have a hard time believing you guys have never played this game before...I think almost every culture in this galaxy plays some version!”

“Remember, Y/N, we're from Kamino. “Fun” and “games” are two words that are not in the Kaminoans' language,” Hunter offers. “We did our best to amuse ourselves when we were boys as a means of escape from our harsh reality...but not with anything like this.”

“She doesn't need a trip down your memory lane, Hunter,” Crosshair sighs irritably, shifting his ubiquitous toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. “Are we doing this, or what?”

You roll your eyes and set an empty wine bottle on the floor. “Since you are my guests, one of you can spin the bottle first. Mmm, Wrecker, you want to do it?”

“Absolutely! Let me at it,” he says cheerily.

“Wrecker, mind your strength,” Tech warns. “We do not need you launching the bottle into the wall, or one of us.”

Wrecker's huge hand closes around the wine bottle and he gives it a deft spin. It slows and comes to a stop, the neck pointing at Crosshair. He chuckles and narrows his good eye as he looks at his brother's seemingly constant sour expression. “Oi, Cross...truth or dare?”

There's an audible crunch as Crosshair snaps the toothpick, hastily plucking the broken pieces out of his mouth. “Do I have to?” he grumbles.

“Do you have to be so disagreeable all the time, Crosshair?” you reply, half jokingly. Quiet laughter from the others ceases when you hold up your hand. “It's a harmless game. Just relax and play along. You might just have fun.”

“All right, fine. Truth,” he says churlishly.

Wrecker's face breaks out into a huge grin, and you have the feeling he's up to something. “Yes or no – do you have a crush on Y/N?”

Crosshair's eyes widen, heat stealing its way up the back of his neck and into his ears. You look around at the others, surprised that Wrecker would lead off with a very revealing question. Hunter is trying not to smile, and Echo and Tech share a knowing glance. You won't be surprised if Crosshair answers yes; it wouldn't be the first time someone admitted they had feelings for you while working closely together. The reactions of the others suggest your prediction is correct.

“Well? Do you?” Wrecker asks again, grinning madly.

Crosshair digs his fingertips into the arms of the chair in which he's sitting, his face slightly reddened. “Yes! Yes, all right? For fuck's sake, Wrecker, did you have to do that?” He turns his head away, not able to look at anyone, especially you.

Uproarious laughter fills the room as everyone finds it hysterical their normally unflappable brother is quite humiliated. The only one not laughing is you, because while you find it fitting that Crosshair is temporarily subdued, you're empathetic. You've always known Crosshair is a very private person, and admitting something like this represents a serious loss of control.

“Guys, please. Crosshair, it's your turn. Spin the bottle,” you say gently.

He sighs softly and turns to look at you, his cheeks tinged red. His dark eyes bore into yours and don't break your gaze as he leans down and forward, speedily grabbing it and setting it in motion. The bottle wobbles for a moment before it stops and points at you. You can hear Tech muttering something to Echo under his breath and for a split second, you have a feeling of apprehension. Crosshair's pride is hurt, and now that means he's unpredictable.

“Truth or dare, Y/N?” he sneers, completely evaporating whatever embarrassment he just felt.

Everyone's eyes are on you, keen to see if you'll accept a challenge from him. You look around and grin, chuckling softly. “Well, I hate to disappoint you, boys, but for the first round, I'm going to have to go with truth.”

One look at Crosshair's expression tells you exactly what he plans on doing; he's going to try and retaliate in an effort to fluster you. “Have you ever fantasized about any of us in a sexual way?”

You feel your heart start to race a little and you do your best to stay calm. Heat flows into your cheeks and as your expression softens, a little grin is riddled upon your lips. Ever since you became part of the squad, you've done your best to try and maintain an air of professionalism, but you're only human, and with five handsome men always in close contact with you, you certainly entertained thoughts of what it would be like to be with any one of them.

“Hey, are you in there?” Wrecker asks.

“I'm...thinking,” you reply slowly, the grin becoming a big smile. Finally you end up laughing, rolling your eyes as you speak. “Of course I have. Anyone with eyes would end up fantasizing about a group of incredibly attractive guys like you. There. Are you happy, Crosshair?”

He smirks at you, sitting back in his chair as he taps his cheek idly with his finger. “Not just yet, but give it some time. I think I will be.”

*****

“Are you ever going to accept a dare?” Crosshair complains. “I think you're playing coy on purpose.”

The game has been going on for awhile now, and it's been highly entertaining. The bulk of the racy questions have all been directed at you, and the only reason you've hesitated opting for a dare is because you know the minute you say yes, someone is going to get really creative, which will result in you losing an article of clothing. You're no stranger to being in various states of undress around men out in the field, and the guys are no exception, but you've never been completely naked around them.

“All right, all right! Fine! If you're that keen on it, I'll take a dare. Just make it a good one, Crosshair,” you say, feeling your heart starting to beat a little faster.

Crosshair grins and runs his hand through his hair, pausing briefly before speaking. “I think we've all learned quite a bit of...shall I say...interesting things about you tonight, Kitten.”

“Cross, don't call me that. You know I don't like it,” you sigh, rubbing your forehead. “Where are you going with this?”

“You wanted a good dare? I've been thinking about this all night, and it's something I think we're all going to like,” he says, a disconcerting grin emerging. “As long as you consent, of course.”

It doesn't escape your notice that Hunter flashes him a questioning look, and both Tech and Echo moved forward to the edge of one of the couches they're sitting on, clearly interested as to what could possibly be this good. Wrecker glances over at you, puzzled as to what Crosshair's about to do, and as you look over at him, you shrug. As you look back at Crosshair, he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, a very hungry look in his eyes.

“I've consented to everything you boys have thrown at me tonight. I can handle whatever you come up with.”

“That's good to know, because you're going to strip down to nothing and stay that way the rest of the night.”

You flash him a look of defiance, momentarily catching him off guard. “Fine by me! I've got nothing to hide, and besides...” You pause and look around at the guys, all of whom have the tiniest of grins on their faces. “The likelihood of all of you not wanting to see me naked is precisely zero.”

Tech clears his throat a little nervously. “I do believe she's got us, there. Statistically speaking...”

“Tech, shut up for a moment, will you?” Crosshair snaps. “Y/N, you accepted the dare, so follow through with it.”

You slowly rise and roll your shoulders as you stretch. Sighing softly, you pull the tie for the lower back of your top, letting the ribbons flutter loosely around your hips. The guys have all gone quiet, watching with you with rapt interest. Closing your eyes, you let your head fall back a little as you reach up to loosen the ribbon at your neck, pulling away your top and letting it fall to the floor. You can hear someone's breath hitch in his throat as your chest is on full display. Heavy tattooing spans the area over your breasts and down your sternum, prominent steel rings in your nipples.

You open your eyes and Hunter, Crosshair, and Wrecker are looking at you completely awestruck. Glancing over your shoulder at Tech and Echo, you wink and flash them a sexy grin, chuckling as you see color beginning to creep into both their faces. “You won't be left out, boys. Just be patient.”

Might as well give them a little show, as long as I'm doing this, you think. Really give them something to get off on, later...

Sliding your thumbs under the waistband of your soft, loose pants, you start to roll your hips in an enticing manner, purposely making eye contact with Crosshair. You slowly begin to slide the material down, the silky shimmer of your black panties coming into view. He stares, completely enamored, shifting uncomfortably in his seat in an effort to disguise the fact he's starting to grow hard. Despite the fact that Tech and Echo are sitting behind you, they're getting as much of a show as the other three, and the moment your muscular ass comes into view, one of them accidentally lets slip a tiny groan. You grin and step out of your pants, casting them aside to join your top.

“Mm, someone's enjoying the view, am I right?” you say, your voice lowering seductively as you turn to look over at Wrecker, who's got his hands in his lap, trying to cover up his growing arousal. “Please, big guy, I'm not stupid. If anything, it's pretty fucking hot.”

You bring a hand to your chest, letting it linger between your breasts, as the other slides down your stomach and lightly grazes your pubic mound. Letting out a content sigh, you hook your index fingers in the band of your panties and begin to lower them almost agonizingly slow, stepping out of them carefully as you drop them with the rest of your clothes. You're careful not to reveal too much of yourself, but you can't help but part your legs just a little so that the ring in the hood of your clit is plainly visible.

“By the Maker...” you hear Tech utter quietly.

You raise your hands above your head and lazily turn yourself around in a full circle so everyone gets a full look at you, coming to a stop in front of Tech and Echo. The two of them can't stop themselves from looking you over head to toe, with Tech's attention turning to your hood piercing. A broad grin crosses your face as you take your index finger and let it rest under his chin, tipping his head up so his golden brown eyes meet yours.

“My eyes are up here, honey,” you laugh. “It's all right. You like what you see. There's no shame in that.” You look at Echo, his normally pale skin now flushed pink with arousal. “I think the same goes for you, too, dear.” You turn around to face Crosshair, a look of smug superiority on your face. “Well? I did it, and I managed to render you speechless. I consider that a rare victory...and I do believe it's my turn to spin the bottle.”

You sit down on the floor, keeping your legs closed and to the side. Giving the bottle a hefty spin, it eventually stops and points to Wrecker. “Truth or dare?” you ask, a little smile on your face. He looks over at you, blinking slowly as he makes up his mind. Heat floods his cheeks as he feels his cock twitch heavily under his hands. “Which one, Wrecker?”

“Truth,” he says hesitantly.

“Hm. If you could have one thing right now, what would it be?”

His mind immediately goes blank trying to think of something plausible, because he's embarrassed to tell you the truth. “A giant bowl of Mantell Mix would hit the spot,” he mumbles.

Crosshair bursts out in derisive laughter. “Wrecker, you're the worst fucking liar. Really? Mantell Mix? You're going to have to do better than that!”

Hunter rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, turning to look at Wrecker. “Just tell her the real truth, vod. The smell of it rolling off you is getting to be a bit much.”

Wrecker groans and closes his eyes. “All right, fine. Honestly? I'd love to have you sitting in my lap with my cock buried in you, while I play with your clit.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, a mixture of amusement and intrigue on your face. “Well...I certainly wasn't expecting to hear that out of you.” The idea of having him splitting you in half with what is probably quite a thick cock is tantalizing. You feel the stone of arousal forming in the pit of your chest, along with a tiny pulse in your clit.

This gets a rise out of the rest of the guys; they're all laughing quietly and Echo gently pokes Wrecker in the arm playfully with his scomp-link.

“Come on, everyone. If Wrecker is brave enough to say that, then I'm betting the rest of you are having some pretty sexually charged thoughts, too,” you gently chide.

Wrecker takes the bottle from you and a brief look of appreciation passes between the two of you. It spins wildly before ultimately pointing to Hunter. “Truth or dare?” he rumbles.

Hunter's dark eyes lock on yours before he speaks. “Truth.”

“I wanna ask you the same thing Y/N just did. What's the one thing you want most right now?”

“I really want Y/N perched between my knees, letting me fuck those perfect tits of hers,” Hunter replies quietly, shifting just a little so you can see the bulge forming under his blacks.

Now it is abundantly clear to you where the rest of the game is headed. The heat building between your legs is growing stronger, wetness beginning to seep from you. The pulsing in your clit becomes constant as the sensitive flesh begins to swell. There's absolutely no hiding from Hunter that you're fully aroused now, and the look he gives you is one of sheer desire. You wonder if the rest of them are all sporting massive erections by now, but you don't dare to move your head to look around to check, lest you give away your intentions.

“I think you like my idea, Y/N, don't you?” Hunter asks with palpable amusement in his voice.

“She's turned on?” Crosshair murmurs, idly scratching his chin with a fingertip.

“Without a doubt, she is,” Hunter replies, giving the bottle a quick spin. It lands back on you, and your heart starts to race again. “Truth or dare, ad'íka?”

Your mouth goes dry and you manage to keep your voice from quivering with apprehension. “Dare.”

“I'm willing to bet that you've got an absolutely gorgeous little cunt. It's a shame you've kept it hidden away from us for so long. Spread your legs so we can all see.”

You feel your cheeks go hot, but not from shame. Hunter's never used language like this with you before and all it's doing is casting more kindling into the roaring inferno of your arousal. More wetness seeps from you as you carefully unfold your legs and rearrange yourself into a position on the floor where everyone can see you from the front. Slowly, you comply, leaning back on a hand to balance yourself as you part your legs. With your other hand, you take your index and middle fingers, spreading them into a V shape as you spread your outer lips, showing the guys the slickness between your cleft.

“You look so fucking tasty, Kitten...” Crosshair rasps as he slowly starts touching himself through his blacks, already soaked through with pre-cum.

Ignoring Crosshair's use of the epithet, you look at the others to see them all nodding in agreement, their eyes all seemingly darkened with lust. Tech leans over to whisper something to Echo, and the two of them chuckle softly, Echo biting his lower lip for a brief moment. You steal a quick glance at them, and like the others, they're concealing prominent bulges under their blacks. Tech looks over at you with a gentle smile on his face.

“If you are willing, Y/N, would you consider letting us all have a taste?”

It takes you a moment to figure out what Tech means by having a taste, and you realize it goes much further than wanting to eat your pussy. You choose your words carefully, making sure there's no room for any misunderstandings that could end in regret. “I know it's been a really long time since any of us have gotten what we want, or need. If we're going to do this, I want you to know that I trust all of you explicitly, and yes...you may all share me. Let's just have fun, and enjoy each other.”

“Then I believe a modification of the way this game is played is necessary,” Tech declares, pushing his lenses back into place. “Instead of asking truth or dare, we will tell Y/N what we would like to do with her, and she can choose to accept or decline. This way, there will be favorable outcomes for us all. Y/N, is this agreeable?”

You smile at him winningly and nod. “Works for me, everyone.” You exhale forcefully and send the bottle spinning. As it stops on Wrecker, you look and see him grinning like he's won the best prize in the galaxy.

“Can we do that thing I said earlier?” he asks a little shyly. “And will you let me have a little taste of your pussy, too?”

“Absolutely, big guy,” you chuckle as you get to your feet and stop in front of him. Even though you're roughly at his eye level when he's sitting, it still feels like he's towering above you. “How do you want to do this?”

“Climb on my lap, sweetie, and let me do the rest. I'll be gentle, I promise.”

As you straddle his massive lap, one of his huge hands rests on your back and the other comes under the back of your leg, suddenly pulling you off your feet so your legs are slung over his shoulders, your pussy so close to his face you can feel the heat of his breath. You let out a yelp and try to figure out where to put your arms so you're comfortable. Balancing your forearms on his thighs as his hands close on top of your knees, you look up at him, catching him wink at you with his good eye. You've watched people eat you out before, but never from this vantage point.

“Just relax, mésh'la. It's all right,” he reassures you.

You let out a surprised, quiet moan as he lightly kisses your clit and then your outer lips. His warm tongue delicately trails its way through your folds, gathering up all your juices as it makes its way up to your now swollen clit. When he closes his lips over it, you groan and let your head fall back, shutting your eyes as he alternates between suckling lightly and flicking the tip of his tongue along the underside of it, and over your piercing. When your legs start twitching involuntarily with each stroke of his tongue, Wrecker lets out a deep, rumbling moan of his own against you, the vibrations tickling every nerve ending.

His cock twitches against your back and you moan his name softly, thinking about what it's going to be like to have him inside you. Wrecker turns his attention from massaging your clit to slipping his tongue through your outer lips all the way to your entrance. His strong tongue probes deeply as he tastes another flow of your juices, and his grip on your knees tightens.

He starts to gently rock his hips up into your back, silently telling you that he's just about ready for the next step. As he pulls his mouth away, one hand comes back under your back to support you as the other brings one of your legs down. Once you're back in an upright position, you climb off his lap, your legs visibly trembling.

“I hope that was all right, Y/N,” Wrecker says. “Been a long time since I've done that with anyone.”

“All right? I think that was more than just a little all right,” you reply breathlessly, feeling like your legs are going to give out.

He laughs and takes your hand, placing it right over his thick, meaty cock, straining to be let out of his blacks. “That's all for you, mésh'la. Why don't you show everyone how beautiful you look when I've got my cock stuffed inside you?” His hands slip under the waist of his pants, easing them down to his ankles. His cock lies long and straight against his stomach, and as your eyes fall upon it, he flexes it for you, a little bit of pre-cum clinging to the tip. “Come sit and keep it warm, Y/N,” Wrecker coaxes.

You turn around and see the wanton expressions on the others' faces as they patiently wait their turns. Wrecker takes his cock in his hand and starts stroking it gently as he waits for you. As you back up and straddle his lap once more, you let out a loud gasp as you feel the head of his cock slip through your outer lips, positioning right at your entrance. Resting your hands on his thighs for balance, you start to carefully ease yourself down on him, exhaling slowly as you feel him start to stretch you out.

Wrecker wraps an arm loosely around you, resting a hand on one of your breasts, gently thumbing your nipple. “Take all the time you need, Y/N. I know this is an awful lot,” he murmurs.

“Y-yeah, it is,” you reply shakily. “You feel incredible, already...”

You lower yourself down onto him, inch by inch, moaning continually as his girth stretches you to what feels like your absolute maximum. Wrecker buries his face in your hair, groaning loudly the farther you sink. As he bottoms out in you, his strong hands slide under your legs and lift you up just a little so that instead of your hands on his thighs, now your feet rest there. He takes you by the ankles and you take a hold of his forearms as he starts to slowly rock up into you.

“How's it feel, Wrecker?” Hunter asks as he strokes his cock idly through his blacks. “Usually women are scared to death of that thing,” he chuckles.

“So tight...hot...wet,” Wrecker groans through his clenched teeth. “Ride me, mésh'la, please...”

You oblige, and start bouncing on his cock, deep lusty moans springing from you with each successive stroke. He starts bucking up into you a little harder, passing over your sweet spot repeatedly, sending white hot bolts of pleasure through your pussy. One hand leaves your ankle and works its way between your legs, where the flat of his thumb falls upon your rosy pink pearl, swirling in tight little circles. Wrecker is notably dexterous, switching with ease from rubbing your clit to flicking his thumb over it, loving how you're responding to his touch.

Riding him faster, you feel yourself getting closer to your peak, unable to combat the fiery combination of Wrecker's cock ravaging your pussy and the determined stroking of his thumb. Your clit buzzes pleasantly, tiny little contractions starting to multiply, and a deep growl rolls out of Wrecker as he now lays into you, feeling his own orgasm on its ascent. His cock begins to tighten even more with each upward stroke, and the electricity in your clit becomes more concentrated.

“Don't stop, Wreck...I'm so fucking close,” you gasp.

“So 'm I, mésh'la...come for me,” he moans.

A few more well-timed strokes of his thumb against your engorged clit is all it takes before he hears your breath hitch in your throat, his name falling from your lips in tiny gasps. The lightning in your clit spreads quickly through your core, sharp cries of unrestrained bliss spilling from your throat as your walls constrict around him. Wrecker's thrusting becomes erratic as his cock swells to maximum within you. He lets go of your other ankle and you lift yourself off, sinking to the floor on your knees with your back to him, chest heaving wildly.

Closing his hand around his cock soaked with your juices, he strokes himself hard. It's only a few moments before he lets out a choked gasp followed by a deep moan as he comes, painting your back with thick, ropy strands of his seed. He sinks back in his seat, covering his face with a hand, panting heavily. Utterly spent and basking in the afterglow of his long overdue orgasm, Wrecker slowly gets his pants back on. He looks down at you, sitting back on your feet, admiring his handiwork as his spend trickles its way down your back.

“Go clean her up, dí'kut,” Crosshair hisses. “She doesn't deserve to be left a mess.”

Wrecker gets up and heads to the kitchen, returning a short while later with a warm, damp towel. He attentively wipes down your entire back, then takes his hand and ruffles your hair affectionately. “Sorry about that, Y/N...I didn't ask if I could do that,” he says apologetically. “Are you okay?”

You get to your feet and reach for his chin, standing on tiptoe as he bows his head. Your lips meet his for a soft, loving kiss. “I'm fine, big guy. Might be walking funny for the next day or so, but...” The entire room erupts into laughter as Wrecker returns to his seat, blushing slightly. You wait for everyone to calm down before picking up the wine bottle. “All right! Who's next?” you say playfully, giving the bottle a spin. This time the bottle comes to a stop in front of Tech and Echo, pointing at neither. “Hm, well, this is a conundrum, indeed,” you muse.

“If I may, Y/N,” Tech interrupts, “there is a perfectly reasonable solution to what you perceive as a problem. Let us both gratify you, thus eliminating your need to choose. Echo, why don't you show Y/N the modifications to your scomp-link that we made? Perhaps we can also show her that new attachment I created. I am most eager to see it in action.”

“I'm not surprised you two have been up to clandestine operations,” you say, rolling your eyes. “But you've piqued my curiosity, and...I very much want to have both of you.”

“Excellent. I will return shortly, Y/N. Echo, help her get more comfortable on the floor; we will need the extra space,” Tech says as he rises from the couch, purposely readjusting himself so you can get a better sense of what he's got hidden under his blacks. “This will be worth your while, cyar'íka...I promise.”

As Tech heads upstairs to gather all the necessary equipment, Echo takes all the pillows off the couch and lays them on the floor. You walk over and sit next to him, his good arm wrapping around you. Slipping your hand down between his legs, you run your fingers gently over his fully primed cock, loving the little moan that escapes from him. His lips seek out yours as he lightly pushes himself into your hand, moaning once more when your tongue collides with his for an impassioned kiss.

“Oh, mésh'la, if you only knew how long I've dreamed of doing something like this with you...” he whispers hotly against your neck, planting a few open mouthed kisses there.

You let out a soft sigh at the touch of his lips, his kisses working their way down your neck to your collarbone. He lowers you just a little so he has easy access to a breast, his tongue gently licking a nipple, sending shivers down your spine. Echo grins as he closes his mouth around it, sucking lightly, relishing the sounds of your moans. You squeeze his cock firmly in return, his eyes tightly shut as he groans deeply.

“You want me to suck your cock, Echo? I can't wait to see what you have for me,” you purr, feeling the material of his blacks dampen under your fingertips.

“I do not think he wants to wait any longer to show you what he has in store for you,” Tech calls from the entrance to the living room. He's carrying a case and a small drawstring pouch with him. “Y/N, if you please, spread your legs for Echo so he can begin.” He pauses, and you see his brow furrow for a moment. “I...know we already have your consent, but I feel it prudent to ask you regardless...” He stops again and you see one of his hands tremble slightly.

Crosshair snickers as you get up and walk over to Tech. “What, now you lose your nerve, Professor Highbrow? She already said you can take her, so what the hell's your problem? Got limp dick syndrome, or something? You should forfeit your turn and let me –”

You whirl around, fury written all over your face as you approach Crosshair, who looks supremely amused with himself. As you stop in front of him, you grab the collar of his blacks and yank him up until he's a hair's breadth away from you, eyes locked on his. His eyes widen in genuine shock; he's never seen you this angry before. Hunter is about to spring into action to pull the two of you apart, but Wrecker puts a hand on his shoulder, curious to see how this is going to play out.

“Crosshair, shut your fucking mouth! I am so sick of you constantly ripping on Tech, trying to tear him down. Is it really necessary to try and destroy your brother's self-esteem?! You dare...in MY house?!,” you seethe. “Just for that, when it's your turn...I've already decided what you're going to do with me...and you'd better fucking follow through!”

You shove Crosshair back into his seat hard, letting go of his shirt. You look at the others, and they're all staring at you in disbelief, especially Tech, who remains rooted to the spot. Walking back over to him, you reach your hand up to gently cup his face, his eyes seeming larger than ever. “Now, what were you going to ask me?” you ask softly.

“Cyar'íka...” he starts, trying to regain composure and find his voice. “I would very much like it if you would orally pleasure me while Echo takes care of you. Would you also let me take you from behind?”

“For you, Tech, anything. You know...you didn't need to ask me for permission, but I'm happy you did. I just want to enjoy both you and Echo in every way possible.”

You retake your seat on the floor next to Echo, with Tech coming to sit beside you, putting the case and the pouch off to the side. “Spread yourself for me, Y/N, and relax. I think that beautiful pearl of yours needs some more loving,” Echo says as he positions himself between your legs. “This might feel a little strange at first. I'll start with this, then switch over to the new attachment.”

Tech leans down and rests a hand on the back of your neck as his lips graze across your cheek and down to your mouth where your lips meet his for a delicate kiss. Echo lightly rests his scomp-link on the hood of your clit, then activates it. You gasp as you feel gentle vibrations emitting from it, and Echo smiles, glancing up at Tech. “I'm glad you suggested we rewire this thing...I think she likes it!”

Echo swirls the scomp-link around your clit attentively, listening to you moan deeply as he touches every part of it. He can see you beginning to swell and grow harder for him with each pass, the sides of your clit especially sensitive. You lift your hips up into him, craving more stimulation and he obliges, upping the level of vibration. With his good hand, he pulls his blacks down enough to free his cock – thick, hard as durasteel, and craving your attention.

“Please, Y/N,” Echo softly moans. “Touch me...let me come for you,” he pleads.

He shifts a little so you can slip your hand down between his legs, taking his cock to slowly stroke it in an underhanded position. Echo sighs in pleasurable relief as your hand glides over the hot, turgid flesh, taking time to swirl your thumb over the head as more pre-cum steadily seeps from him. Tech, not wanting to be left out, takes your unoccupied hand and you look up at him, his eyes glazed over with arousal. He guides you down between his legs, and as your hand covers the conspicuous bulge, you squeeze gently, making him shut his eyes and let out a shaky breath.

“Are you ready for me, cyar'íka?” Tech asks as he takes your hand, kissing your palm as he frees himself from his blacks, revealing the sublime and statuesque curvature of his lengthy cock. “I will let you set the pace,” he reassures you as he lets your hand go, shifting close to your mouth.

Closing your hand around his cock, the tip of your tongue gently trails its way underneath the head, earning you a stifled moan. Slowly, your tongue swirls around its entirety, getting a taste of pre-cum as you slip him into your mouth, letting your tongue glide along his shaft. You expertly corkscrew your hand around him as you find your rhythm, sucking and stroking him with vigor. “If you only knew how many times I imagined doing this with you...” Tech murmurs as he lets his hand rest gently on the back of your head.

The grasp on Echo's cock tightens as you stroke him a little faster, feeling the pulsing in your clit intensify with each pass of the scomp-link. The constant low moaning coming from Echo sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through you, and you feel your juices seeping out, dampening the pillow you're sitting on. You moan heavily around Tech's cock, the vibrations rewarding you with a hard flex and the sound of him choking back a deep-seated moan of his own. He rests a hand on your cheek, then pulls his cock out of your mouth, leaving you feeling strangely empty.

“You're too good at this, cyar'íka...I am already getting closer than I would like,” he pants as he sits back down, blinking heavily as he tries to recompose himself.

Echo's hand covers yours as he pulls himself back from your grasp, breathing hard. “I'm close, too, mésh'la...still want to...show you the best part...”

He takes the scomp-link away from your throbbing clit, taking the case lying next to Tech and opens it, revealing an instrument with two distinct curved parts to it – the larger part is considerably longer and thick, the smaller one much shorter and thin. Echo nimbly unscrews the scomp-link and replaces it with this new creation, holding his arm up so the others can see.

“The larger part goes inside you, and the smaller part stays outside and rests on your clit,” he explains once he catches his breath. “Both parts vibrate, and they also have a small range of movement to them, so they can simultaneously work your sweet spot and clit at the same time.”

Tech picks up the small drawstring pouch and opens it, taking out a bottle. “You may want to use this,” he advises, handing it to Echo. “It will make Y/N's entire experience that much more pleasurable.”

Echo applies a few drops of the lube to the attachment, spreading it evenly. He drips a little bit more onto your clit, letting it run down between your outer lips before he takes a finger and traces it around your entrance. As his fingertip makes its way just inside, a content moan rises from you, and Echo smiles. Satisfied you're ready to accept this new toy, he withdraws his finger and smears the residual wetness on his cock. He carefully nudges the head of the large end up against your entrance and eases it fully inside you. As promised, the head of the smaller end is flush with the underside of your clit – a perfect fit.

“I really want to see you come before Tech fucks you, mésh'la, but if it gets to be too much, tell me and I'll stop immediately.”

“Oh, fuck!” you gasp loudly as Echo activates the toy. “This isn't going to take me long!”

Echo keeps the level of vibration on its lowest to get you used to the feeling, the tip of each segment moving in tiny circles, alternating with a gentle upward massaging movement, perfectly mimicking someone's fingers and tongue. Involuntarily, your walls clench around the toy as it teases your sweet spot. You let out a lusty moan as the outer piece flicks gently under your clit, sending waves of fresh heat through your core.

Your eyes close as Tech's brilliant new toy works its magic, biting your lower lip as your hands come to your breasts, cupping them as you gently pull on your piercings. Echo increases the speed just a little more, a sharp cry coming from you as the pressure increases in your cleft and the buzzing in your clit becomes stronger, drawing you close to your peak. Tech smiles proudly, knowing his little invention works perfectly and is driving you wild.

Echo's hand strays between his legs once more to close around his cock, his arousal at a hair-trigger. He finds his rhythm quickly, his eyes locked on yours as he strokes himself hard, bucking his hips as he goes. Your head drops back against the couch cushion, arching your back and suppressing a small scream as Echo increases the intensity a third time. Tech takes one of your hands in his and squeezes it as your other hand remains on a breast, rolling and pinching your nipple.

Your clit becomes the epicenter of searing heat and electricity as the manipulation of your sweet spot triggers your inner walls to contract around the toy. Your legs begin to tremble, toes curling as you're nearing your climax with everyone watching you in fascination, waiting to see you come. Breath catching in your throat, you manage to utter, “So fucking close, Echo...you're going to make me come...”

“That's it, mésh'la, let it all go,” Echo groans as his cock pulses in his hand. “Come for me, Y/N...”

As your orgasm breaks, his name cascades from your lips in a heaving sob, a riptide of pleasure crashing violently through your body. The walls of your pussy constrict forcefully around the toy as you bear down. Rolling your hips madly, you cover your face with your hands as you keep riding the waves of your high. “No more, Echo, pull out...pull out...pull out!” you wail.

Echo shuts the toy off and removes it, a lewd wet sound following in its wake as a spring of your juices ejects all over his hand and cock. “By the Maker, Y/N,” he says, looking down in disbelief. Using the newfound wetness to his advantage, he strokes himself hard, moaning your name. You watch his balls tighten as he starts to come, spilling a considerable amount of his seed all over your stomach and pubic mound. Chest heaving with exertion, he sits back and gets himself tucked back into his blacks.

“It appears the toy did exactly what I designed it to do,” Tech says with a satisfied grin on his face. “You performed flawlessly, Y/N...how do you feel?”

“I'm...not sure I have the words, Tech. It's been a long time since I've come like that,” you admit sheepishly.

Wrecker passes the damp towel to Echo, who lovingly wipes you clean. His parting gift to you is a gentle kiss between your legs just above your clit, then he leans in to plant another kiss at the corner of your mouth as he lightly strokes your hair. “Thank you for everything, mésh'la...that was extraordinary,” he says, his voice laden with adoration. “I can't wait to watch you with Tech...you're in for a real treat,” he chuckles as he returns to your other side. “She's all yours, ner vod...”

Tech smiles and takes your chin in his hand, turning your head and leaning in to kiss you tenderly. You bring your hands up behind his neck, enticing him to leave a trail of kisses along your jaw, down your throat, all the way to your breasts. One of his hands reaches for a breast, closing over it as he traces his finger over your firm nipple, taking hold of your piercing. You let out a breathy moan as his eager tongue snakes out and flicks quickly over the other, holding the ring in his teeth. As Tech begins to gently pull on your piercings, your arousal renews with strong pulsing in your clit and an insistent fluttering deep in your pussy.

“You are hungry for all our attention tonight, aren't you, cyar'íka?” Tech says as he lets go of you, his silken voice low and sultry. “Get on all fours for me, and I'll share something else with you that is in desperate need of attention.”

As your rise to your knees, Tech pulls away the pillow soaked with your juices and replaces it with a larger one, wanting to maximize your comfort. You get into position for him and he reaches out, tracing his fingers down your spine, making you shiver and lift yourself up toward him as his hand reaches your ass. Taking both cheeks in his strong hands, he kneads them firmly, letting his fingers roam down a little until his thumbs are on either side of your outer lips. He gently parts your folds, looking down upon your entrance, moist with fresh wetness.

“Both Wrecker and Echo did an excellent job preparing you for me,” Tech states casually as he draws his index finger between your glistening lips. “Now we've learned that even something simple as playing with your nipples leaves you a soaking...” He slides his finger into you slowly, grinning as you let out a tiny moan. “...wet mess.”

Tech finds your sweet spot easily, teasing it in short strokes with his fingertip. Your eyes close and you let out a quiet sigh, a hand straying down between your legs to gently touch your clit, still partially swollen and sensitive from the last orgasm . Tech feels your pussy gently contract around his finger and he lets out a small groan as his cock stirs heavily. He pulls his finger out of you and slips it into his mouth, sucking it clean and marveling at the delicate balance of sweetness, salt, and acidity.

“Are you ready for me, Y/N? Will you come as violently for me as you did for Echo?”

You push your ass back toward him and he meets you halfway, letting you rub yourself along the front of his blacks, dampening them with your juices. Tech slides his pants past his knees, guiding his cock through your folds and over your clit, holding back a moan as your hand passes along the underside, your fingertips deftly caressing the tip, feeling a small amount of pre-cum emerge. He withdraws and then aligns himself with your entrance, taking your hips in his hands as he slowly pushes his way in. He's nearly as thick as Wrecker, and as he sinks himself deep into your succulent heat, Tech lets out the moan he's been trying to suppress.

“Fuck me, Tech,” you mewl, swirling your hips around him once he's fully seated within you. “You feel so fucking good...”

Tech feels pleasant heat rush to his face from your praise and he smiles, proud of himself for being able to please you like this. Now he starts to slowly rock his hips fore and aft, watching his cock effortlessly slip in and out of you, listening to your fervid cries growing steadily louder. You reach down to start rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts, fingertips dancing lightly over it, making your legs twitch uncontrollably again. A shuddering groan comes from Tech as he feels your walls quiver around him, feeling like tiny kisses all along his cock.

You softly moan as Tech leans over you, propping himself up on one hand as the other comes up from underneath to cup one of your breasts. His long fingers easily manipulate your nipple and piercing, gently rolling and pulling the hardened flesh and its adornment. You feel another strong pulse in your clit and Tech groans quietly in your ear as the contraction that follows makes your walls squeeze against him tightly.

“Cyar'íka, move with me,” he whispers as he begins to sit up, pulling you with him. “Let me show you what you and I have done together in my dreams.”

As the two of you rise, Tech carefully shifts himself back onto his feet, not wanting to slip out of you. One of his arms is slung loosely around your hips with the other around your torso, his hand resting between your breasts. Resting on your knees, you straddle his lap with your hands on his thighs as he pulls you flush against him, the hand on your chest sliding up to gently close around your throat. His mouth comes to your ear and plants a tiny kiss, followed by more along your jaw. A deep moan emanates from your parted lips as Tech's other hand comes down between your legs, his graceful fingers brushing over your hot, swollen clit.

“I always wondered what it would feel like to fuck you while you sit in my lap,” Tech mumbles into your hair as he starts to buck his hips up into you once more. “Granted, I wanted to do this with you while in the cockpit of the Marauder...but this will suffice.”

You start to ride him, timing your descent perfectly with each hard upward thrust. Tech lets go of your throat and lets his hand gravitate down to your chest, cupping a breast as he begins to play with your nipple and piercing again. His fingers skillfully swirl over your clit at the same time, stoking the fires of arousal once more. Tech lets out a muffled moan against your neck as his cock is greeted with renewed wetness.

Your hands dig into his thighs as you bounce on his cock a little faster, the fingers working your clit keeping time. Luscious, tingling heat pools in that tiny singularity, begging for release. Tech turns his attention to your neck, hungrily nibbling and kissing the soft flesh, sending shivers down your spine. You gyrate your hips when he's nestled fully in you and he moans unabashedly as his cock begins to swell.

“That's the way, cyar'íka...such a good girl, letting us fuck you,” Tech says, his voice pouring into your ear like liquid silk.

He lets go of your breast and trails his fingertips up your chest before wrapping his hand lightly around your throat once more, holding your head steady as his hips snap up into you briskly. As you match his pace, you feel him getting tighter as he stretches your insides to their limit. He rubs your clit in tight circles, your moaning constant as he starts to shorten his thrusts, the head of his cock perfectly massaging your sweet spot. Tech squeezes the sides of your neck slowly and you shut your eyes as your breath hitches in your throat, every nerve ending in your clit ready for the ultimate liberation.

“So close, Tech...make me come,” you gasp.

“I thought you'd never ask,” Tech replies flippantly.

He buries himself all the way in you and holds still, his fingers flicking over your clit as you near your peak. His thighs tremble against you as he feels your pussy clutching his cock like a vise, requiring every ounce of his restraint to not release before you do. Tech takes your clit between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the flesh of your hood over it as he strokes firmly, drawing out a few last gasps from you.

As he loosens his grip on your throat, an intense cry bursts from you as the floodgates open and he tips you over the edge, your nails digging into his thighs as the nectar of euphoria flows through you. Writhing your hips madly, Tech wraps his arm around your waist to hold you steady, unable to hold himself back any longer. He swiftly withdraws, then cants his hips up into you, relishing at the obscene wet sounds his cock is making as he drives himself in deeply. Mouth at your ear, Tech's low moaning sends shivers down your spine, knowing he's just about to come.

“May I...” he grunts, and you feel his cock swell and stiffen.

You bring a hand up around the back of his neck and turn your head towards his, pulling him down for an ardent kiss. “Do it,” you command. “Be my good boy and fill my pussy...”

Tech hides his face in your hair as he thrusts hard for a final time, letting his breath out forcefully as his orgasm overtakes him, moaning your name repeatedly. His cock flexes heavily in your cleft, and you whimper as you feel the sudden heat of his seed coating your walls. At long last, Tech releases you. Falling forward onto your hands, he backs out of you, juices steadily dripping between your legs onto the pillow underneath.

“Y/N, are you all right?” Echo asks, reaching out to take you by the shoulder and help you upright.

“Better than fine,” you reply breathlessly as you shift around to face the others. “Here's a little something extra for you, boys. Consider it an encore...”

You part your legs enough so they can clearly see between them, your outer lips swollen and spread wide. Biting your lip as you bear down, everyone watches transfixed as Tech's thick, creamy load slips out of you. You look over at Tech, now sitting back on the couch as he recovers from his high. Unsteadily, you get to your feet and go to him, taking his chin in your hand as you look into his beautiful golden brown eyes. He reaches up to touch your cheek with his finger, a relieved smile on his face.

“That was...extraordinary, cyar'íka. Thank you for letting me –”

You cut him off with a gentle kiss. “No need to thank me, Tech. If anything, I should be thanking you.” You pause for a moment, a grin creeping across your face. “However, I think you and I need to have a chat about an escapade in the Marauder's cockpit sometime...”

Wrecker snorts and bursts out laughing, causing Tech to immediately start blushing. Everyone else joins in as you sigh and shake your head, reaching for the towel to wipe yourself down. You look around for the wine bottle, stopping as your eyes meet Hunter's. He's sitting calmly in his seat, watching your eyes as they travel down toward his groin. As if he's read your mind, he spreads his legs apart for you a little, resting his hand on the mouthwatering bulge under his blacks.

“There's no need, ad'íka. It's my turn,” he says, pulling the waist of his blacks down just a little so the head of his cock is visible. “I'm serious about wanting to have those exquisite tits of yours squeezed around my cock. But first, be a love and let me have your mouth for awhile. Seems to me your pussy needs a break,” he chuckles.

Hunter swings his legs up onto the generous couch on which he's sitting, stretching out as he lies down, sliding a thumb under the waistband of his blacks. Looking over at you, he smiles and starts stroking himself through the material, closing his eyes as he starts thinking about sliding his cock into your mouth, watching your tongue swirl around the tip. You make your way over to him, wedging yourself between his muscular thighs. Curling your hands into his pants, you start sliding them down his hips, your lips curled into a seductive grin.

“Show me what you've got for me, Hunter,” you say as you get his blacks down to his thighs, holding back a moan as his lengthy cock is unveiled, thick with a gentle upward curve. Once you get his blacks off, you lay your palms on his thighs, running them up toward his groin as you lean forward to gently kiss his tip. “Just as beautiful as your brothers,” you murmur.

Starting at the base, your tongue draws its way up his shaft, tenderly swirling along the underside of the head. Hunter moans softly and rests a hand on the back of your head as he spreads his legs wider for you, resting one foot on the floor. Taking his cock in one hand, you bring him to your lips, kissing the tip once more before you guide him into your mouth, sucking lightly on the head. You ease him farther into your mouth as your free hand cups his balls, palming the firm, swollen orbs carefully.

You pull him out of your mouth with a slight pop, licking your lips. “Mm, look how full you are, honey. I bet you want to blow a huge load all over my tits, don't you?” Now you squeeze his balls just a little, a deep groan rolling out of him. “Gotta say, Hunter, I figured you would have wanted my pussy, but your creativity is fucking hot...”

Sliding him back into your mouth, your tongue flattens out along the underside, letting you inch him in slowly. Your eyes meet his, pupils fully dilated and shining brightly with fascination and arousal as he watches his cock disappear around your lips. Taking in as much of him as you can, one hand closes around him again to start stroking, twisting its way along as you hollow out your cheeks, sucking on him hard.

Hunter groans and lifts his hips up into you as you pull away, a long strand of saliva connecting your tongue to the tip. You close your index finger and thumb firmly around his cock, swirling up and over him, taking time to massage the head as your tongue lavishes attention upon his length, flicking over the small slit as a bead of pre-cum oozes its way out. Back into the hot confines of your mouth he goes, this time picking up the pace to stroke him a little faster while you give most of your attention to the heated, swollen flesh.

“Fuck,” he moans softly. “I thought you'd never do this for me, Y/N...”

One of his hands comes to rest on the back of your head once more, and now he begins to gently buck his hips as you let him fuck your mouth, pushing in deeper as you close your hand fully around him. Your other hand returns to give his balls attention, rolling and squeezing them while your index finger strokes the fine, soft flesh of his perineum, evoking a gasp and a choked breath from Hunter.

You can feel his leg starting to tremble against you a little as you draw him closer to his climax, and you chuckle with him in your mouth. The vibrations travel along his shaft, causing him to flex in your hand, and when the head tightens and swells, you exhale sharply through your nose, pulling him out. You're slavering all over his cock, curling the tip of your tongue as you withdraw, showing Hunter just exactly how much you love giving sloppy blowjobs.

You shift yourself back a little, placing a hand on Hunter's thigh as your head dips down, your tongue lovingly passing over his balls. Your other hand comes to rest on his other thigh, and reflexively, Hunter encircles his fingers around yours, while his other hand reaches to take a hold of your hair. Slowly your lips close around one of his balls, sucking a little to pull it into your mouth. Hunter closes his eyes and grits his teeth as he tries to restrain a deep-seated moan of pleasure.

He's so full that you almost can't fit it in your mouth, but as you engulf him completely, you suck on him tenderly, filled with anticipation over how much he's going to come for you. Hunter lets go of your hand and takes his cock, still wet with your saliva. He starts stroking himself, watching you intently as you let him go with a wet smack of your lips. As you take his other testicle in, he comes undone, moaning deeply as you sensually tease him. You can feel him beginning to tighten up in your mouth, and you release him, sitting back on your feet, flashing a sassy grin as you wipe your lips with a finger.

Hunter pulls himself up and you hear a low growl building as he suddenly reaches for your shoulder, pushing you down onto your back. Quickly, he climbs on top of you, his cock pulsating as he gets himself into position. Your heart races with excitement over his powerful show of dominance, but also with curiosity over how it will feel to have him gliding between your breasts. Hunter takes a breast in each hand, massaging them softly as he takes in this new vantage point.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are, Y/N? You're like something out of a wet dream,” he confesses as his thumbs trace over your nipples, mesmerized by the gleaming steel of your piercings. He looks up and over at Tech, holding out his hand. “Gonna need that lube, vod. Throw it over here.”

Tech pitches the small bottle of lube across to Hunter, who catches it easily. He flicks open the cap and drizzles the lube generously onto your sternum. You let him rub the lube between and all over your breasts, groaning happily as he massages your heated flesh. As he finishes, he takes his cock by the base, rapping it firmly on your chest, a wicked grin on his face. You start pushing your breasts together until they're just touching him, a little unsure of how close you should be.

“Always wondered what this would feel like,” he murmurs as he starts to rock his hips slowly, pushing his cock between the cleft, letting out a soft sigh as he easily glides through.

Hunter looks down at you, seeing the enthrallment on your face as he pushes his cock closer to your mouth. Briefly, he pulls himself out and holds himself within reach of your mouth, easing just the tip in a little as you suck on him gently. Back between your breasts he goes, and you push them much closer together this time to create more friction. He teases you, the head of his cock coming close to your chin and mouth, and you let your tongue hang out a little, trying to lick him.

“Tech's right, ad'íka...you're starving tonight...you want me to feed you?” he questions, voice smoky with passion.

“Give me everything you've got, Hunter,” you reply.

Hunter smiles and licks his lips as he continues driving his cock between your breasts, this time adjusting himself so he can push his way into your mouth easily. You take him in and he watches as your gaze meets his, an incredibly arousing sight to see you suck his cock so easily. His heart goes into overdrive as he feels you press yourself tightly around him, and he wonders if your pussy feels anywhere near as good as this.

Faster he begins to thrust, and low moaning progressively becomes heavy as Hunter feels himself rapidly approaching his edge. Your eyes are locked on his and again, you open your mouth to show him your eager tongue. Seeing you so willing and trusting turns him on even more, and he holds his breath when his balls begin to tighten, knowing his orgasm is imminent. You can see his thighs beginning to shake slightly as he comes close and you push your breasts against him as far as they'll go.

“M-mésh'la, hold still, I'm gonna come,” he gasps, surging forward a few more times before you feel his cock flex, watching as he starts to unload.

Hunter moans loudly as thick streams of his hot seed launch all over your chest, neck, and chin before he pulls his cock from between your breasts and strokes it a few more times, sending the rest into your mouth. You swallow every last bit, your tongue slightly tingling as you taste the salty, slightly bitter profile of his spend, momentarily grateful he chose not to come solely in your mouth. He carefully climbs off you and reaches for his pants, tugging them back on before he leans down and kisses you affectionately.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he says quietly, moving your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead. “That was incredible...I would love to do that with you again sometime.”

You take his face between your hands, bringing your lips to his for a few velvety kisses. “Any time, Hunter...never done anything like that before, but it's getting added to the “must do” list,” you laugh.

Hunter gives you one last kiss before excusing himself to the kitchen to get another clean towel. You're sitting propped up on your elbows when he returns, and you close your eyes, letting your head loll back as he cleans you up. The warm dampness of the towel and Hunter's tender ministrations leave you feeling relaxed and perfectly sated. You inhale deeply, collecting your thoughts before you finally finish this game and set Crosshair in his place.

Without opening your eyes, your voice takes on a startling edge. “Crosshair, be my good boy...come over here and kneel before me. Now.”

The chatter among the others stops and Hunter retakes his seat on the couch, his attention fixed on Crosshair, who's looking across the room at you. As you bring your head back up, your eyes slowly open and you turn to look at him, his normally bitter expression erased and replaced by one of uncertainty, his cheeks red with uncharacteristic embarrassment. He's rattled by the glacial look you're giving him, and he swallows hard, looking at his brothers one by one, especially Tech.

“I strongly suggest you comply, Crosshair. It would be unwise to arouse cyar'íka's anger once more,” Tech says with a vein of mirth in his voice, a sly grin on his face.

As you sit up, you move to the edge of the couch, spreading your legs so Crosshair can get a good look at what he's been coveting all night long. The roseate bloom of your pussy lay before him, his longing for you coming to its summit as he sees your glistening folds, his cock throbbing insistently. Resting a hand daintily upon your knee, you reach out and beckon to him, smiling sweetly. But Crosshair is no fool; he sees through your façade, knowing you're up to something.

He gets up out of his chair haltingly and does as he's told, stopping before you and sinking to the floor on his knees. You can see his breathing becoming shallower, his dark eyes shining brightly with deep yearning. You bring a hand under his chin and lift his head up as you lean in, your other hand running through his silver hair. Your lips brush softly over his, and he doesn't bother trying to hold back a small moan. Now your mouth seeks his, tongues sparring as you converge for a fiery kiss.

“That's my boy...” you whisper heatedly. “You're going to learn a little humility and accept the consequences of your earlier transgression...starting by licking my pussy until every trace of Tech is gone.”

A brief look of disgust flashes across his face at your choice of words, but the desire to please you and be praised for it is overwhelming. As you look down at him, your expression softens as his hands make their way up your legs slowly. Crosshair never takes his eyes off yours, his long fingers caressing your silky skin as they rise over your knees and over your inner thighs. The corner of his mouth turns upward into a tiny crooked grin, knowing you're enjoying this.

Crosshair gives pause as he reaches your pubic mound, suddenly not wanting to proceed lest you think of something else to deflate his ego. His eyes search yours pleadingly, looking for the sign that he should continue. He wants nothing more than to touch you, let his tongue work its magic on the tantalizing swell of your pearl, and draw you to another orgasm. Hesitantly, his fingertips stroke the soft flesh of your outer lips, and when you don't stop him, his thumb rests on your piercing before he retracts the hood of your clit.

You let out a pleasurable sigh as you watch him close his eyes and lean in, his mouth closing over your clit. He wastes no time in showing you how skilled he is, sucking firmly while his tongue teases and massages the hypersensitive underside. His index finger makes its way to your slick entrance and slides in with no resistance. It's quickly followed by the middle, and you let out a gasp as he carefully threads in his ring finger, your pussy feeling like it's about to split in two.

Crosshair opens his eyes and looks up at you for signs of discomfort, but sees none. He starts moving his fingers in and out, the wet sounds coming from you are almost profane. He knows exactly where to touch you, curling his fingertips upward to manipulate your sweet spot as he pulls his mouth away, letting his tongue flick expertly across your clit. The divine heat and pulsation start you anew on the path to your climax, and he feels your walls starting to close around him.

“I think someone's hungrier than I am tonight, boys!” you exclaim, exhaling sharply as your needling leads Crosshair to pull out his fingers, coated with both your juices and the remnants of Tech's. “You're desperate, Crosshair. Lick them clean,” you order.

Jeering laughter erupts from Wrecker, clearly enjoying watching his brother being put in his place. “She's got you there, eh, Cross?! About time someone taught you a lesson!”

Crosshair's eyes narrow as heat spreads like wildfire through his face, blushing furiously. He sticks his index finger in his mouth, sucking it clean, the commingling of salt and bitter acidity not as vile as he expected. He licks his middle and ring fingers, watching your face for the sign of approval he aches for. You smile and point down at your pussy, slick with fresh arousal. Choking on a groan, his hands fly to your thighs and grip hard as he buries his head between your legs once more.

He licks a wide path with the flat of his tongue through your slit, gathering up everything he can. You rest your hand on the back of his head, encouraging him to do it again. Moaning softly against your folds, he makes another pass before his lips close around your clit and piercing once more. This time he suckles gently, feeling his cock twitch hard underneath his blacks as you utter his name. He brings a hand down between his legs and feels how damp the material is, badly wanting to sink his cock into you in any way possible.

Crosshair gives your clit a loving kiss and looks to you once more. “Was...that all right?” he asks. You don't answer right away, instead moving in to taste yourself on him, licking at the corner of his mouth before lightly kissing his forehead. “C-cyaré, please...are you satisfied?” he implores.

His words from earlier in the night come back to haunt him as you chuckle softly. “Not just yet...but give it some time. On your feet, Crosshair...show me that cock of yours and let me make fantasy a reality.”

He rests his hands on your knees as he slowly rises, his lithe, muscular body seeming taller than ever as he looks down at you. Your eyes lock on his as your hands slide their way up his thighs, and you feel him tremble slightly in anticipation. You palm his cock through the fabric, feeling how hot and impatient he is as you lean forward, strategically planting ethereal kisses as your hands take the waistband of his blacks and ease them down. The graceful curve of his impressively thick length is unveiled, the head glossy with pre-cum.

Crosshair licks his lips as he watches you take him by the base, your tongue emerging to lightly trace its way over his frenulum before it swirls over the tip, drawing in his wetness. His breath catches in his throat as you take him in your mouth, his level of touch starvation evident as you feel him beginning to swell a little from the most basic attention you're giving him. You suck on him gently for a few moments before withdrawing, and he brings a hand to your face, cupping it tenderly. Closing your eyes, your hand comes up over his, letting out a sigh of contentment.

“Cyaré, tell me how to please you,” he begs, inwardly cursing himself for feeling so needy and vulnerable.

You let go of his hand and slip it between his legs, taking him by the balls and squeezing firmly. Crosshair groans and bites his lip, moving his hand to the back of your head as your other hand grasps his cock. “Begging is beneath you, Crosshair,” you coolly reply. “Here's the deal. You're going to blow your load on my face, and then you're going to lick it up.”

Hunter raises an eyebrow in surprise as he looks over at you, and you hear Echo mutter, “oh, Maker,” as Tech covers his face with his hand, desperately trying not to laugh. You look over at Wrecker and he's sitting there silent, mouth agape and eyes wide. Crosshair feels the heat of embarrassment crawling its way up his neck and into his ears and face. He didn't expect this from you, and now he finally regrets his egregious behavior.

“Just one more thing, love...don't swallow!”

With that, you release the grip on his balls, rolling them in your palm as the hand on his cock moves it way up his length, closing over the tip to gently massage it. Crosshair moans softly and his fingers wind around your hair as your lips close around him, slowly easing him in. Your hand slides up his shaft, joining your mouth as you move your head to and fro, sucking tenaciously. He can't tear his eyes away from you as more of his cock disappears, chills running down his spine as you moan deeply around him. Cautiously, he starts to thrust into your mouth, curious to see how much of him you can take.

You accommodate him easily at first, your hand controlling the depth of his progress, but he soon starts to push in more aggressively. Tears prick the corner of your eyes unbidden as he moves in too deeply, triggering your gag reflex. You pull back, salivating wildly all over the head of his cock and for a split second, you catch just a hint of smug satisfaction on his face. Squeezing his balls roughly in retaliation, he lets out a hiss as your hand picks up the extra wetness and grips around him tightly, stroking him hard. Crosshair's thighs tense up, his arousal mounting exponentially as he starts bucking his hips toward you, wishing it was your pussy he was fucking instead of your hand.

“That's the way, baby,” you croon gently. “Such a good, obedient boy, wanting to come hard all over his cyaré's face...”

Crosshair moans heatedly at your words, especially the Mando'a term of endearment. He pumps his cock through your skilled hand, groaning deeply as his tip pushes through the tight ring of your fingers. Visions of having you all to himself and feeling how tight your pussy is for him race through his mind, and it's not long before his other hand joins yours, grasping his cock as his thrusting intensifies. You slowly ease your hand off him until he's fully in control, stroking himself vigorously as he chases his climax.

Now with both hands free, you turn your attention to his balls, which are already starting to tighten. You take one in each hand, rolling your thumbs over them, massaging lightly as Crosshair's breathing becomes rapid and shallow. As you squeeze his balls again, this time with care, his free hand gravitates to the top of your head to hold you steady. A low groan builds deeply in his chest as he feels himself drawing close to his orgasm, cock swelling firmly in his hand. He closes his eyes and brings his hand up to start quickly stroking the first few inches, moaning your name ardently.

“So close, ner cyaré... Let me come... Please let me come,” he gasps, legs trembling as he forces himself to hold on until you grant him permission.

You shift back a little to give him space and close your eyes. “I release you, Crosshair!”

He deftly strokes his cock a few more times and feels the coil in his pelvic floor unwind, a deep moan pouring out of him as he begins to come. Hot streams of his seed eject all over your forehead, nose, lips and chin, covering your face like a spectral mask. Breathing hard, Crosshair pulls away from you, hastily pulling his blacks up and tucking himself back in. Not forgetting the other half of your directive, he gathers his courage and sets aside feelings of revulsion, leaning forward and taking you by the shoulders.

He's never tasted himself before now, but curiosity and the driving need to satisfy you get the better of him. His hot tongue starts at your lips, licking them clean with a single pass. Hunter chuckles quietly as he watches Crosshair grimace, the salty bitterness an unpleasant surprise. He returns to your chin, then quickly passes over your nose and forehead, lapping up the remnants of his spend. You open your eyes and see he's pulled away from you, a look of serious aversion on his face as he's fighting the urge to spit out his load.

“Have you learned your lesson, Crosshair?” you say with great merriment. “Judging by that sour face, I'd say you have. Am I correct?” He nods, and you get to your feet, wrapping one arm around his slim waist, the other around his shoulders. He looks down at you and you can see his eyes silently beseeching you to hurry. “Feed me, love...I want to know how you taste.”

You open your mouth, tongue resting on your bottom lip as Crosshair lowers his head, opening his mouth when he's within reach. A quiet moan emanates from you as his tongue touches yours, the creamy pool of his seed passing from him to you. Curling your tongue back into your mouth, you swallow all of it as Crosshair closes his eyes and sighs softly. Your hand trails its way up the back of his neck until you're cradling his head, and you moan faintly into his mouth as his lips connect with yours for an amatory kiss.

“Now...I'm satisfied. See, I knew you would bend to my will. All it took was the proper motivation. Well behaved boys will always be rewarded...miscreants will not. It's that simple.” Your fingertip traces its way along the lines of his tattoo, his eyes meeting yours. “Such a good boy you are, Crosshair. My good boy.”

Crosshair's hand passes down your spine until he reaches your ass, squeezing one of your cheeks firmly as he seeks out your mouth for a passionate kiss. You hold onto him tighter as his tongue and yours meet, his hunger for you not yet slaked as he takes your tongue between his teeth and gently nips at it. You groan softly as you start growing wet again, and you can feel Crosshair's cock stir once more. A soft cough behind you interrupts the moment, and you turn to see Hunter looking at you with a gentle smile of approval.

“Oh...right. Game's over, lads. Everybody wins,” you laugh.

“What, no second round, mésh'la?” Wrecker jokes as he stands up and stretches. “I think I'm ready for another go!”

“No way, big man. Not until I've had another shower and a little sleep...you've all worn me out. So if you'll excuse me, I'll –”

You let out a yelp as Crosshair reaches under your legs and picks you up. “Then let's get you cleaned up and in bed, cyaré...as far as we're concerned, the night is still young,” he says devilishly, turning to walk out of the living room with you.

“Crosshair, wait.” He stops as he gets into the main hallway, and you look over his shoulder. “I don't want to sleep alone tonight, boys. Come on.”

*****

As you exit your bathroom still combing out your hair, you see Crosshair and Tech already under the covers of your gargantuan bed, waiting for you to occupy the space between them. The other three are all sitting at the foot of it half undressed, their shirts slung over the back of a nearby chair. You stop and flash all of them a flirtatious grin, and all of them return it with carnal smiles of their own.

“You said there wasn't room for all of us in here, Y/N,” Echo remarks with amusement.

“I was being facetious, Echo. This bed can support half the Hutt family, and then some!”

“Then we are in no danger of having it collapse,” Tech interjects. “Come to bed, cyar'íka...we all very much would like to continue the bonding process with you.”

He holds up the covers for you, and you see that both he and Crosshair are fully naked and partially aroused. You slip between them, Crosshair pressing himself against your side as he nuzzles your neck contentedly. Tech slings his arm around your waist, kissing your cheek softly. Echo and Wrecker reach for Hunter as they all lie down, settling in the spaces between you and the twins.

Crosshair closes his eyes, laughing quietly. “You owe me 10 credits, Tech. I told you we'd all fit.”

#star wars #the bad batch #clone force 99 #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch x you #the bad batch poly #the bad batch tech #the bad batch hunter #the bad batch echo #the bad batch wrecker #the bad batch crosshair #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #tbb echo #the bad batch smut

[stupidfuckingwindow]

highkey wondering if you’d do any kind of smut where ken is actually a cowboy? 🤠

Campfire // Ken

Notes: Thanks, RDR2, for giving me slight help w the setting. I read too much Arthur Morgan porn. I loved writing this, thank you for requesting it.

Content/warnings: Technically public. Ken jerks off in the woods and has no idea you're watching.

Word count: 833

The morning of December 18th, 1899 was particularly freezing. Snow packed on top of roofs, so tightly pressed together that it became hard; almost so like ice. But the nights and mornings got harder and worse in the north- Way up in the mountains and stuck in some dead little abandoned mining town near a frozen-over lake. Run up here by the law for a robbery turned out to be a set-up was something you had regretted deeply, cold long having seeped past your skin, and powdery snow falling through small cracks in your wooden shelter. The move had brought chaos- Separated you from your gang until you were lost.

The only solace brought to you is the man who'd stumbled upon your camp. Neatly combed blond hair and a pretty, shaved face was Ken- Some little outlaw from some ways east, wanted alive for a few meager thefts and no gang of his own (or, so he'd told you, anyway). You'd seen a couple posters warning folk, his bounty a good 30ish dollars across one to two states. Ken is suspiciously too sweet and naive for an outlaw- Taking everything you told him as gospel. You force your worry down your throat and run with his all too trusting attitude, noting the gun on his hip. But if push comes to shove, you suppose you and Ken will shoot each other and bleed out in the cold if you have to.

He insisted on following you back to your gang in the following days, when the law's frenzy was beginning to die down and before bounty hunters would start prowling the roads in search of their next payload.

Ken is surprisingly quiet, as his horse trails a little ways back from yours. His curious nature draws his attention to every noise, focus darting all over the place between what few creatures are out and about. He doesn't ask you anything about all the new little things- Ken lets his eyes do all the prying and studying. He watches as the trees change along the way, forests going from the cold-resistant pines to leafless willows and oaks. He gets especially excited when the two of you pass any wild horses, and only then does he ramble on about all the pretty colors and different kinds of species. About how his favorite kinds of horse are the fast race horse species, so he can travel better and see everything.

Over the course of three days, you and Ken are forced to camp together. While you make the fire, Ken sets up the tent with practiced ease, like he'd done this a thousand times over. And he probably has, you think. The heavy storm clouds have you and he anxious, huddling in his small tent together with the heat of the campfire warming the both of you.

He gains confidence once the clouds roll past without rain, climbing out of the tent to better sit by the fire. He sticks a sliver of some big game animal's meat on the end of his knife, holding it close to the flames in order to cook it. Ken offers you a piece, and you take it. Still, despite his kindness, you're suspicious. Worried he might hurt you, and cautious he'll try if you sleep in the same tent as him. You don't say a word to Ken as you lay on your side, back facing him and revolver close by.

But your attention is caught and you're startled awake hours later, in the depths of midnight.

Ken's climbed out of his own sleeping bag, gone. Panic strikes you, seeing as his boots are gone from the tent entrance. Your worry is dampened only slightly by the sight of his horse still being here, but there are still worse dangers in these woods for him to just be alone. As you clamber out of the small sleeping space, you spot tracks in the dirt- Undeniably Ken's trail. The longer you follow his tracks, the more you hear it.

Groans that he probably thinks are quiet. Whines and moans that were probably supposed to be muted or muffled but aren't. And when you finally see him, he's lit by the soft golden glow of his lantern, eyes shut tightly and erection in hand. Ken's mouth hangs open, quietly panting. His strokes are slow and sweet- Methodical as his long fingers squeeze gently at his cock. Ken's bangs fall over his eyes as he hunches over himself. When his eyes do flutter open again, they're fixated on the way his hand moves.

His hips buck against his hand ever so often, palm curling further around his cock. His thumb rubs at the sensitive tip, swiping a bead of pre-cum from the slit to use it as lube. Again, he whines at the feeling. A shuttering breath leaves him, head falling back and hitting the tree he's propped himself up against.

You can't look him in the eye in the morning.

#ryan gosling #ryan gosling x reader #n.sfw. #ken #ken x reader #ken x reader smut #ken barbie #ken smut

[orangevtae]

Protector [Din Djarin x Skywalker!Reader]

Summary: Din's been on your track for a while now, but he actually didn't know that you were being hunted for to be delivered to an Empire Lord that has been after you simply because you were part of the Resistance so you both make a deal: you pay him so he protects you till you got to Nevarro so you can pay the price for your own head and you go to your separate ways. But is Din capable of doing it?

Warnings: Even if the story it's written between the events of seasons 1 & 2, maybe there can be some spoilers. Strangers to lovers (kinda?). Murder and death. afab!reader and use of she/her pronouns. Mentions of the Skywalker twins, reader and them are not blood relationed tho. Found family kinda thing. Typical Star Wars and The Mandalorian like violence. Touch starved Din (No one's gonna change my mind on that).

A/N: another day, another Pedro Pascal character. I decided to delete Supernova cause i didn't like the way it was going and i thought about this one and liked the idea better, maybe it will be multi-chapter, still thinking about it. Enjoy! <3

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Chapter 1: The Meeting

Din was yet in another icey planet. The snow beneath his feet was fluff, what made his boots smooth down while he heard the crunchy sound of it. The kid was safely neated and warmed on it's satchel by Din's hip as The Mandalorian was with his attention on his track orb that was beeping the louder he walked.

He didn't mind snowy icey planets, his beskar made sure to keep the cold out, he only thought about how this kinda of place seemed to be the prefered ones for the bounties he went after to. The thing is: this bounty in specifically never stopped on a place for more than a week, he got lucky if sometimes they decided to stay for two weeks, but it never lasted.

He has been after you for quite some months now, Din thought that maybe that was the longer he took to find a bounty. It was hard to keep tracks on you, he got near close to capture you once on Coruscant but you got him lost on the multitude on people on there, he only got closer enough to see you flying off on a ship, attentively looking back at him. So now, with you close to reach and him lucky enough to find out about where you were hiding before you took off by the end of the week was everything he asked for.

You knew he was after you, which bounty hunter wasn't? But the fact is: he in specifically was the one that could actually keep his track on you. You made all the others get lost, being tricked whenever they got too close so you could use the force to persuade them to believe that you weren't the person they were looking for.

But this one, this Mandalorian guy, really made up for the legends he had on his shoulders. At first, you were deeply afraid of him, he for himself looked butch enough and with the beskar clad armor he wore, he looked even more intimidating. If he ever so captured you, you were done for.

You don't know how long you were in the run now, you just knew that it had been so long that you blocked your siblings from the force connection you had so just you wouldn't endangering them on this too. You knew Luke and Leia could take care of themselves, they had much more force training than you, but they had their own lifes and you didn't want them in trouble cause of your problems.

It was easy to persuade the others bounty hunters, even if they were in that line of work, not all of them were good on their stealthy, you lost count how many times you got them lost cause they made fools of themselves but with the Mandalorian? You only got lucky the first and only time you were able to drible him and run away before he captured you. Right now, you wouldn't have time to hide or run cause you didn't thought yet about the next planet you would go to because the Mandalorian found you first, so you had two options and neither of them were good enough to do before he shot you with a blaster and it's bye-bye you.

You took a deep breath, you were patiently waiting for him to get to the room you were staying at and you weren't less surprised when you heard the door open and close, the sound of heavy boots making themselves known as he got inside "Don't move" he commanded, his voice a little raspy from the modulator from his helmet.

"So...you finally found me" you commented, voice low.

"Yeah, you were kinda hard to keep track on but not enough" he said "Stand up"

You took a deep breath, it was now or never "Okay, listen, i have a proposal for you" you said as you stood up, hands above your head "I'm pretty sure you don't know who is after me."

"No clue, my job it's just to catch you and bring you" he said, taking slow steps towards you as he stood tall before you, blaster directly aimed to your stomach "and i can bring you in warm or i can bring in cold, you decide it. I'm going to get my payment either way."

"Please, just listen to me" you begged, looking up at him. Your orbs found the T line on his helmet, that was a little tilted down at you since you were a little smaller than him and you almost felt like crying if that would made him listen to you, you didn't care if you were going to be shot, you have to at least try "The man that is looking for me, he's an former Empire Lord. Even if the Empire it's over, there's plenty of man like the one's after me around the galaxy."

"So what?" he said in return.

"So what is that he's after me cause i was part of the Rebellion, got sent on a mission where my purpose was to find and take down the ship he was and the crew members with him by the end of the war. He still was alive after i took everything down and that set a rage on him and he's been looking for me ever since." you let out a deep breath "I never did anything moraly wrong that could cause my name to be around a bounty hunter track orb or to have a farrik Mandalorian after me. He's just after me cause he wants revenge and the Republic doesn't know how to find him cause he is always hidden the dark where their eyes are unable to see and if i wasn't being honest about it i wouldn't come up with such history, it has too much backstory for it to be a teltalle so i can ditch you, so i am asking you to please believe my word."

For a moment, you thought that he wasn't conviced and that he would end up shooting you without needing to think twice He was silent for a few good moments, just shallow breaths being heard from his modulator.

"I don't trust you" he said finally "You could very well just made that up so you could try, so i need something to know that what you are saying it's true."

You almost sighed with relief at it and nodded "Downstairs, the lady on the reception, she was an former Rebellion ally, we fought together many times, she can confirm you my story. I'll be right here when you get back, you have my word."

You heard a deep sigh coming from him "Okay" he said, holsting his blaster back on his hip "If you story is a blanty lie and i discover that that woman downstairs has nothing to do with what you saying, you can expect that when i come back, you are done for."

You nodded your head, feeling your thighs tremble a little "Okay."

"Stay right here, if you move" he held up his tracker "I'll know"

And he went out the door.

You let out a deep breath, your hands were sweating and trembling as you took a seat on the bed beneath you. To say you were scared of him was mere fact, that guy was even broader up close than what you've seen last time from afar. He stood tall before you all the time while having a calm demeanor with a blaster pointed at you ready to shoot if you ever tried anything.

But you wouldn't, cause you actually needed him. Not that you weren't capable of taking care of yourself, cause in reality you could take anyone down in a matter of seconds if you needed, but you needed a safe scape out and you assumed he had a ship and you needed to get to Nevarro without other bounty hunter stumbling into you.

It seemed like hours, it looked like it has been an eternity before the Mandalorian apeared on the door of your room again, closing it after he got inside.

"So?" you asked

"She confirmed your version, but why an Empire scum is after you? Really, i mean" he asked you, putting some weight on his left leg and one of his hands on his hip

"I killed his son" you stated "I didn't knew he was on board of the ship" It got silent suddenly.

It looked like the weight made your shoulders sunk.

It was the first time you ever revealed that, it was an acident, the kid wasn't supposed to be on board when you bombarded the Imperial ship, that kind of information wasn't given cause no one knew he was on board when you and your team were supposed to explode it.

"We didn't know, that kind of info never came to us and when it came...well, it was already done and his father has been after me ever since" you sighed

Mando didn't said anything for a while, only sighed and looked at the satchel at his hip where the Kid was still sleeping peacefully "So, what was your proposal?"

"Take me to Nevarro, i can pay you in double the reward for me and i am guessing you have a ship" you stated to him, squaring your shoulders "I need someone as you to take me there cause i'm always on a track. I just need to get to Nevarro to pay the reward that it's on my head, i guess that that may erase me from the Guild's records"

Din thought for a while. Even on his line of work, it wasn't acceptable to kill kids and he thought that you were paying for something that wasn't your fault and you clearly just wanted a stop to the constant feeling of running away. That didn't mean he trusted you tho.

Plus, he needed the money, he had an extra mouth now so he needed to buy food since the green child under his care never stopped eating amd he wanted him to at least live well under his care.

"I'll take you there, one of the head leaders of the Guild is a friend of mine, i guess he can do that for you if i ask him, it's a more than fair trade i guess" he shrugged, putting his blaster back on the holter "But i don't trust you."

"You don't have to" you looked him at his helmet, where you guessed his eyes would be "Just take me to Nevarro, i'll pay you and we both go on our separate ways"

"Deal" he tilted his head towards the door signaling for you guys to head out the door.

You grabbed the backpack you always carried with you that had just the few belongings and headed out the room, the lights went off and the door closed behind you and your new companions for a while.

For your lucky, you always remembered to pay your stady on the places you would be in the moment you arrived at them, so you didn't had problems when leaving the in you where. When you put feet outside of it, the cold air hitted you with force and you squeezed the scarf closer to your neck and nose and followed the Mandalorian that was a few steps ahead of you.

When you took steps enough to at least walk by his side in silence, you noticed a pair of green ears peaking out of the satchel he had around his hip, you frowned when it turned it's head and stared at you with it's big orbs. You let out a little smile make itself on your lips when you noticed that it was a baby, he cooed to you and you waved a little before looking front of you to make sure you wouldn't step on some ice that would make you slide face down on the ground. You haven't noticed the baby till now.

You knew that Mandalorians had a costume to take orphans in their care till they delivered them to their family's or they stayed with them of they couldn't find, you were surprised to know that this Mandalorian beside you had that kind of mission on him. It didn't take long to get to the hangar where the Mandalorian had put his ship into.

You let out a quiet whistle at seeing his ship "Wow, Razor Crest. It's been a while since i saw one"

"Ever piloted one?" he asked, this seemed to peak his interest

"No, we had one at the Rebel base, it was only used once" you whispered

"C'mon" he clicked a few buttons on the pad of his arm, making the ramp of the Crest to get down.

When it was down enough, he went ahead of you and climbed it, you followed close behind, when you were inside, the same ramp got up and the Crest was started, lifting off the ground so you decided to go to the cockpit, where the Mandalorian and his little green friend where at and then went off planet.

#din djarin x f!reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x female reader #din djarin #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian x y/n #the mandalorian #pedro pascal characters #reader insert #star wars #star wars imagine

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Apotheosis Part Two: The Credence

Sith!Din Djarin x Rebel Spy!Reader

Apotheosis; the elevation of someone to divine status; deification.

Apotheosis Masterlist | Din Djarin Masterlist

Series summary: Din Djarin is a force-sensitive bounty hunter, working for the remnants of the Empire. He's on the hunt for you, an ex-rebel spy who has key information; the location where Luke Skywalker is building his Jedi training academy. But when you're captured, you're not going to give up the location easily. Din will have to utilize “alternative methods” to turn you over to the dark side.

Series warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, dark!Din, switches between Din and Reader’s point of view, eventual smut, Star Wars lore (not super heavy), manipulation/gaslighting

Summary: Din does what he can to try and gain your trust.

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: descriptions of an injury/hibernation sickness, eating/drinking, force-choking, manipulation, name reveal, use of Mando'a words (cin vhetin = blank slate), no use of y/n

Din

You’re out cold but Din’s not too worried. He’ll just use some bacta spray on your head. You’ll be going straight into carbonite anyway. As long as your memory is preserved, he doesn’t care. He throws you over his shoulder, your body slumping against him as he walks you back to the Crest. 

Ahsoka evaded capture, making it back to her ship with Grogu before Din was even finished with you. This is still a win for him, though. He knows that you know where the Jedi Academy is, which will lead him to Luke and any other force-sensitive children he may have there already. Getting you to talk will be the hard part, harder than capturing you. That says a lot since you were able to shoot Din in the leg. You have a good arm on you Din noticed. 

He can’t help but feel a twitch in his cock as his hand rests on your thigh while he carries you back to the ship. It doesn’t last long, though. He has a mission to worry about. 

He heads inside the Crest, setting your unconscious body down on a crate, your back resting against the wall. He wastes no time spraying the bacta spray on the spot where you hit your head. He needs to do everything he can to protect your memory or else this whole journey was for nothing. Or else this was… a miss. 

No, he never misses. 

He wraps a bandage around your head and picks you up again, pressing you into the carbonite freezer. And now, you’re still, completely solidified. You look like you’re sleeping, a nice contrast to what people are normally doing when he’s shoving them in the carbonite freezer. Normally they’re screaming for help. 

He sends a transmission to Moff Gideon regarding the outcome of his journey. He’s partially sorry Gideon will be disappointed that he wasn’t able to capture Ahsoka and the Grogu. He’ll just explain to Gideon that he can coax the information out of you, no matter how hard it is. 

These are all things he can worry about later, though. For now, he takes off from Corvus and sets his course back to Gideon’s Star Destroyer. 

-

Stormtroopers are hauling your frozen body off the Razor Crest. Din can’t even follow them. He’s been ordered to go straight to Gideon. It’s fine. Everything’s fine. He just has to tell Gideon it wasn’t a total loss. Once you wake up all Din has to do is extract the information from you somehow, whether you give it to him willingly or not. 

He enters the cockpit of the Star Destroyer, waiting to be acknowledged by Gideon. 

Gideon turns to face him, a disgruntled expression on his face, “Ahsoka Tano and the child got away.”

“I know, sir. But I have a plan.”

“And that is?”

“The spy has to know where the Jedi Academy is. We can just extract the information from her.”

“That won’t be an easy task.”

“I know.”

“Good! Then it’ll be your responsibility and yours alone.”

Din’s confidence doesn’t falter. He knows what he’s capable of. He can try a mind trick or two but if you’re strong-willed he’ll have to play the long game, gaining your trust and getting you to tell him willingly. It’s a challenge he’s ready to accept if and when the time comes. 

“Understood,” Din says. 

“Unfreeze her and begin your work. You’ll need all the time you can get.”

Din nods with the tip of his helmet and sets off back down the hallway towards the sounds of your screams and groans. You’re being unfrozen from the carbonite. He turns a corner into a small room where you’re damp, shivering, and lying down on a table. Two Stormtroopers grab your arms and hoist you upright. They enclose your wrists with a pair of handcuffs and you’re sitting there blinking rapidly.

“Your eyesight will return soon,” Din says.

“I know. I’m not stupid,” you spit out.

“Never said you were. I was just trying to reassure you.”

“Wow thanks,” you say sarcastically.

Din says nothing for a moment, letting you get acclimated to your surroundings and regain your senses.

After a beat, you ask, “Where’s Ahsoka? And the-”

“Escaped.”

You let out a sigh of relief. But before either of you can speak the troopers forcefully grab you off the table.

“Let’s go,” one of the Stormtroopers says in a gruff voice. 

With each trooper holding you upright you’re led down the hallway and towards the cells. Din follows from behind, already crafting a plan in mind for how he’s going to gain your trust. If it were up to Gideon, he’d just torture the information out of you, just like he did to Din many cycles ago. But that’s not what Din wants to do, he’s better than that. He’d be better off putting on a facade and getting you to trust him. Aside from hunting, manipulation is another one of his fine-tuned skills. 

He can and will do this, no matter what it takes. 

You 

You’re thrown into a cell, the hard metal floor making contact with your achy joints. You’re so cold, shivering with goosebumps riddled all over your skin and your clothes damp. The two troopers and the Mandalorian follow you into the cell, backing you into the corner. Handcuffed and kneeling on the floor, you shiver as the Mandalorian walks towards you. Your eyesight is starting to go back to normal but you almost wish it wasn’t yet. The stone-cold stare of his visor and imposing stance make you feel small like you want to just melt into the floor and disappear. 

He cocks his helmet to the side and says, “Uncuff her.”

“What? But-” one of the officers starts, but the Mandalorian cuts him off.

“I said uncuff her.”

The one Stormtrooper sighs and grabs your arm, yanking you upright so he can unlock your cuffs. Once your wrists are free he shoves you back down on the floor. You scatter to sit on the floor, bringing your knees to your chest and looking up at the three men glaring down at you. 

“Leave us.”

The two troopers glance at each other before leaving the cell. The door closes behind them once they leave. And once you’re completely alone, the Mandalorian crouches down in front of you. 

“I can get you food,” he says softly.

You look away from him, focusing your eyes on anything else in this barren cell besides the Mandalorian’s visor. 

“Hey,” he says, grabbing your chin and turning your face back towards him. 

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then, what do you want with me?”

“You have the information I want.”

“And that is?”

You already know what he’s looking for. He wants the location for Luke’s Jedi Academy. You should’ve seen this coming when you had to watch over Grogu. 

“And what makes you think I’ll just give it to you?”

“I know you won’t. You won’t give it up easily, that is.”

“You’re wasting your time with me.”

“I’m not. I know I have to be patient with you.”

“Congratulations,” you say sarcastically. 

He doesn’t react to your snarky comment, instead, he rises from the floor and walks over to the door. He pauses and turns back to look at you. 

“I’ll be back with some food,” he says before opening the cell door and leaving. 

You rest against the wall, letting tears roll down your cheeks. You close your eyes and wish it would all go away. And before you know it, you’re falling asleep on the cold metal floor. 

-

You don’t know how long you were out. But you’re sore; sore from the fight against the Mandalorian when you were captured, sore from sleeping on the floor, sore from staying in a balled-up position for so long. And you’re still just as cold as before. You open your eyes and to your surprise, the Mandalorian is sitting crisscross in front of you, his visor fixed on you and a plate of food in his lap. 

“You’re awake,” he says curtly. 

“Yup,” you respond bitterly. 

“Here,” he says, holding out the plate of food, “For you.”

He holds out the plate, filled with a few slices of bread and fruit you don’t recognize. You move to sit crisscross and take the plate in your hands reluctantly. He hands you a canteen of water that was sitting by his side. 

“How do I know you haven’t poisoned this?” you ask, raising your eyebrow at him. 

“What good would that do me?” 

…He’s not wrong. Especially since the information you hold is so precious, so vital. Letting out a sigh, you resign to eating the food from the Mandalorian. You expect him to leave now but he doesn’t. He watches you intently as you eat, his gloved hands resting on his thighs and his cape fanned out behind him. 

Just as you’re about to take a sip of water he moves his hands, bringing them to the edge of his helmet. You gasp at the movement of his helmet, slowly inching off his head, followed by a hiss of his modulator. 

You look away, shielding your eyes with your hands. You know Mandalorians, more specifically Children of the Watch, are not supposed to remove their helmets. But… Why are you showing him this much respect? He captured you. He’s nothing but a monster. 

He lets out a low chuckle and you slowly turn your head back to him, moving your hand away from your face. 

He’s… handsome. And you hate yourself for even thinking that. He’s got brown curls, matted a little from his helmet. His facial hair, slightly patchy, is graying a little. He has a strong nose, too. But as your eyes scan his face, they stop on his eyes. His irises are brown but they also have that unmistakable Sith yellow ring in the middle. A shiver runs down your spine as his lips curve into a smirk. 

“Why did you do that? Do you not follow your creed?”

“Mhm, I abandoned it a long time ago.”

“Then why do you still wear the armor?” you ask, setting the plate of food down on the floor and folding your arms. 

“This armor is better than anything they could give me.”

You don’t know what to say so you change the subject. 

“Like I said before, you’re wasting your time with me.”

“I disagree,” he says, still wearing the same smirk and cocking his head to the side, “You’re special. I think you could thrive here.”

“What makes you think I would ever join you?”

“Like I said before, I know I have to be patient with you.”

You say nothing and he takes the opportunity to continue. 

“Your talents were being wasted with the rebels. I know who you are. I know what you’re capable of.”

“Speaking of the rebels, someone will be coming after me.”

“If you were so important to them then why were you left unguarded? Why was it so easy for me to capture you?”

You gulp. Maybe he does have a- 

No, no no, don’t listen to him. As far as anyone is concerned, the Empire doesn’t exist anymore. To your old friends from the rebellion, there’s no need to protect you then. But someone will come looking for you. You know it. 

The Mandalorian replaces the helmet on his head and gets up off the floor. 

“Enjoy your food,” he says, back in his modulated tone before leaving. The cell door shuts behind him and you’re alone again. 

You curl back into a ball and rest on the floor, facing the wall and wishing you were anywhere else but here. 

Din

Din leaves your cell reminding himself he has to keep playing the long game. It’s tempting to lose his patience and revert to plain old torture but he keeps telling himself that he’s better than that. He tried pointing out how your old friends, your old community don’t care about you anymore. It’s harsh but he firmly believes it to be true. Someone who was so important to the Rebellion ought to be better protected. Why would they let you move to an abysmal town anyway? But that’s all beside the point. 

The bottom line is, he needs to try another form of manipulation. He saw you were sort of surprised when he brought you food. Perhaps he needs to pamper you in other ways. He saw the way you were shivering back there… Maybe you need new clothes and a warm blanket. 

He heads down to the laundry room on the ship, thinking he’ll just ask the Stormtrooper working there for a change of clothes for you.

“I need something,” Din says as he enters the room.

The Stormtrooper stops what he’s doing and looks at Din, waiting for instructions.

“I need… I need clothes for a woman.”

“A woman?”

“Yes.”

“This for that prisoner? What are you doing bringing her clothes?”

“What does it matter to you? I’m the one in charge of her.”

The Stormtrooper sighs and turns around to rifle through clothes in large bins. He sighs again before looking over at Din, “Yeah we’re not partially stocked up on women’s clothes. And she’s not getting an Imperial Officer uniform.”

“You don’t have anything from past prisoners?”

“Let me see what I can do…” the trooper says, moving to another bin in the corner of the room. He picks up a few pieces and tosses them over to Din.

“I’m not sure what will work but you can go through those.”

“I need a blanket, too.”

“Are you serious? She needs a blanket, too?? You know she’s just a prisoner, right?”

Maker, he’s annoying. And so nosey. Why does he care? Are the clothes and blanket coming out of his personal stash? Can he just take orders for one minute without complaining and-

The Stormtrooper is clutching his throat, letting out sputtering choking sounds. Din didn’t even realize he had begun force-choking him. Din’s gloved hand is outstretched hanging in the air, aimed at the trooper’s throat. He lets it go on a little longer, even after he realizes what he’s doing before dropping his hand and letting the trooper regain his breath again. 

“Hand over the blanket,” Din says through gritted teeth.

The trooper scrambles to look for a blanket before handing it to Din. Din turns on his heel without looking back at him, only focused on you and not the fear he’s just instilled in this random Stormtrooper. 

He heads back to your cell, opening the door, and finding you still sitting on the floor, the plate of food finished. You look up at him as he enters, raising an eyebrow at the ball of fabric he’s carrying. He tosses them on the floor beside you. 

“For you,” he says.

You take the stuff in your hands and ask, “But… Why?”

“I wanted you to be comfortable. I wasn’t sure what would work so I grabbed a few things.”

“...Thanks.”

“Do you need more food,” Din asks, bending down to pick up the plate.

“No, I’m alright.”

“I’ll be back later to check on you.” 

And with that, he leaves. He’ll stop by later to see if this part of his plan worked. You could be stubborn and refuse his offering. Or you could give in, especially after sleeping many hours on the cold floor in damp clothing.

Time will tell. 

You

Reluctantly, you rummage through the selection of clothes the Mandalorian brought you. Why is he doing this? Is it just because he feels bad for you? Is he trying to turn you over?

Whatever the reason is… you can’t lie and say you haven’t missed dry clothes and a warm blanket. You settle on a pair of linen pants and a sweater that somehow fit you almost perfectly. Where did he get these? You doubt the Empire keeps a rotation of clothes on deck for their prisoners. 

But then it dawns on you… They’re probably from past prisoners. And that makes you sick to your stomach. 

Nevertheless, you peel off your damp clothes and slip into your new ones, lying down on the floor and covering yourself with the blanket. The Mandalorian was right, you’re much more comfortable now. For the time being, you rest. It’s not like you have much of a choice to do anything else anyway. 

-

You slept for Maker knows how long. It feels like that’s all you’ll be doing. You wonder how much time has passed on Corvus; if anyone has noticed your absence. It’s not like your disappearance will be reported. It’s not like you had any sort of meaningful relationship with anyone in Calodan. You’re banking on someone from the rebellion to try and locate you. You haven’t heard from anyone from that chapter of your life for a long time. 

But then you remember, Ahsoka said Leia mentioned you. Surely Ahsoka will tell Luke and Leia and they’ll send someone after you. 

But… Wouldn’t they have found you by now? Maybe? It’s hard to tell. Your concept of time is completely shot. 

The cell door opens and the Mandalorian is back again, this time with more food and water. He enters and sits down in front of you, the door closing behind him.

“You should eat,” he says softly. 

You sit upright and take the plate from him, feeling a little awkward that he’s just sitting here watching you eat again. 

“What are you doing here?” you ask.

“I just want to make sure you’re doing okay.”

“By keeping me in this metal box?”

“You’re right.”

You stop mid-bite. You’re… stunned. Maybe he’s realizing the error of his ways?

“You deserve to be more comfortable, cin vhetin,” he says. He used a Mando’a word, but it’s one you’ve never heard before.

“...Thanks?”

“Don’t you see how important you are?”

“What do you mean?”

“I know all about you, your past in the Rebellion, how vital you were… are. You have so much potential and it’s all being wasted for an organization that doesn’t care about you.”

You can’t deny that you’ve been having doubts about the Rebellion, about your former friends. 

“What… What can you do for me?”

“So much. Whatever you want to learn.”

Stop it. You’re not going down that path.

“Can I tell you something?” he says, taking off his helmet and setting it beside him. You’re mesmerized by his eyes, the brown in them so comforting but the Sith yellow so… piercing.

“Sure…”

“I used to be part of something, too, the Mandalorian covert. It took me a long time to realize they didn’t care about me and didn’t have my best interest in mind. But here, with the Empire, I’m somebody.”

You can’t lie, you’ve felt that way before, even now you still kind of do. And he seems so sincere right now. His eyes scan your fast for any sign of trust from you, like he’s desperate to earn it.

“But… Are you just telling me all of this so I’ll tell you where the Jedi Academy is? Are you just going to toss me to the side once you’re done with me?”

“If all I cared about was the Jedi Academy, I would’ve found out by now and you’d already be dead. I’m not lying. You could do great things here.”

Maker, he’s convincing.

“Can I tell you something else? It’s something not a lot of people know.”

“Oh?”

“My name.”

Maybe he really is being sincere.

“Okay…”

“My name is Din Djarin.”

“Hello, Din,” you say sheepishly.

“I don’t trust many people with my name.”

“I understand,” you say softly. 

“I’ll be right back,” he says suddenly, rising from the floor and putting on his helmet.

And now you’re alone again, missing the small amount of human interaction you just had. 

Din

Din sets off down the hallway, back towards the cockpit and Moff Gideon. When he enters, no one acknowledges him. It isn’t until Din clears his throat that Gideon notices he’s there.

“What is it?” Moff Gideon asks.

“...I need sleeping quarters for the prisoner,” Din says, almost wincing with his words. 

“Sleeping quarters? What for?” Gideon says, turning and looking at Din with a raised eyebrow. 

“I’m… close to gaining her trust.”

“You’re certain?”

“I am.”

“Fine. I’ll have a trooper show you to her sleeping quarters after you retrieve the prisoner,” he says with a wave of his hand. 

Din nods and sets off back down the hallway, a little bit of excitement brewing in his stomach. Maybe now you’ll finally trust him. 

He arrives at your cell, opens the door, and steps inside. 

“Cin vhetin, I have a surprise for you.”

You

“Oh?”

“Come with me,” he says, grabbing your hand and helping you off the floor.

There’s a trooper outside your cell. He sets off down the hallway and Din follows him, your hand still intertwined in his. You’re feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He said it was a surprise and you swear there was a hint of excitement in his voice. But… Can you trust him?

The trooper leads you to an elevator and you’re sweating nervously about what this “surprise” could possibly be. The elevator stops at a floor, doesn’t matter which one because you can’t possibly know where you are on this ship. He leads you down another hallway before stopping at a door. 

“Here you are,” he says to Din before leaving the way you came.

“I arranged for you to have your own sleeping quarters,” Din says.

“Really?”

“I meant it when I said I wanted you to be comfortable,” he says, opening the door.

Inside is your own room, with a real bed. You can’t believe Din did this for you. You can only assume this is against protocol from Moff Gideon, moving a prisoner from a cell to their own sleeping quarters. Maybe he does care about you…

“I think this will be much better for you.”

“Wow… Thank you, Din.”

“Of course, cin vhetin. I’m going to let you sleep now.”

“Is it? I don’t know what time is it anymore.”

“It is,” he chuckles, “Sleep well.”

And he’s gone again before you can ask him what that word means. 

You get settled in your bed and turn off the lights, getting ready for some real sleep for once. You’re comfortable for once, giddy even. Din might be a man of his word after all.

…Just as you feel yourself teetering on the brink of sleep, you feel a sinister presence looming over your bed. 

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Experiment 002

Tech x Reader PWP - NSFW - Explicit Word Count: 3.1K

Summary: If he thought that your pleasure was worth exploring, you were not going to contradict him. If his analytical mind found your moans interesting enough, you will provide them gladly.

Warnings: reader POV, smut, oral sex female receiving, liberal use of the word 'fascinating', (slightly) overstimulation, did I say smut? Self-indulgent smut

Author's note: Still, I don't even know, mate. Some people asked for seconds, and who am I to get in the way of science. I gave Tech a hair-pulling kink, I'm not sorry. There's no beta, I apologise if there are any mistakes. I also apologise for my pretensions of knowing how to write sex, I'm just trying to have fun. -Sunset

part I & part III

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You stood on your toes at the top of the lifting platform, trying to force the hydrospanner to move with the weight of your body, but the angle wasn’t right, and you groaned out loud in frustration. You twisted your body trying to find a good position, but inside the hull there wasn’t that much space around, so when you hit your elbow against some metal part you retaliated saying something about its mother. You were definitely not throwing your frustration at the ship, not of course. 

The Havoc Marauder was stationed at the outskirts of a nice and quiet city that the squad knew to be safe. It had been a couple of intense weeks, some bounty hunter had got sight of the group and there had been some pretty nasty gunfights, but it was all solved now. They were not coming back for any of you. Not for anyone else, for that matter. Besides some scratches already healed, everyone got out of it unscathed, and you were glad for it, you really were. It was a time to feel happy and not other feelings were in the way.  You were definitely not mourning the lack of alone time with Tech, not of course.

When everyone decided to go into the city earlier, Tech announced that he wanted to run a diagnostics on his ship, just to make sure everything was in pristine conditions. As you noticed that Echo was about to volunteer to stay back with him, you stopped him, and told him that you would do it, no problem at all, and even if he hesitated at first, Omega grabbing his hand was all he needed to concede. Tech had been crouched over his datapad already and didn’t notice any of the exchange, so when you let him know that you had stayed behind to help, he startled at your voice, his eyes wide behind his goggles. You let him space, and went to check your usual things, while he kept looking at you, datapad clutched in his hands, like a mynock in headlights. You were definitely not expecting him to be overwhelmed by scientific curiosity again, not of course. 

So far he had been busy plugging and checking, and paying little to no attention to you, but that was to expect. You were quite sure that this piece of junk, that was definitely not mocking you right now, came first to him. Your only hope was that once he finished all his tasks, you came second, and judging by the small movement of the platform, you were right.

“It seems you are having difficulties up there,” Tech’s voice came from some place in front of you, outside the hull.

“I cannot reach it properly!” you growled at the bolt. “The angle is wrong, so I don’t have enough leverage.”

“I have already finished with my diagnostics, allow me to help you.”

“I don’t think we can both fit in here, Tech, don’t wo–,” two firm hands on your hips made you gasp and you almost bit your tongue.

“Two work better than one, darling.” He had climbed onto the platform and was pushing you a little, so he could squeeze himself in between you and the ship. You looked down and instantly regretted it, the visual of Tech on his knees grasping your hips was more than you could handle at the moment with the limited oxygen you had inside the hull.

He pushed himself inside, his head and shoulders managing to fit in, up to your stomach. Your shirt had slid up from your movements, and now his breath was hitting your skin, making your heart pound so hard that it was hard to listen to what he was saying.

“I am quite positive that I can lift you up enough and stabilise you, so you can secure the bolt. Are you prepared?”

“Yes, I–” you cleared your throat, taking a deep breath to focus your thoughts. “Sure, I am ready.”

You were not.

Tech surrounded your hips and looped his arms under your butt, and then stood slowly, lifting you carefully. He was basically hugging you, your mind unhelpfully provided, his face pressed against your stomach, and your left hand flew to his head to ground you. 

“Can you reach it properly now?” His words were spoken directly into you, his breath scorching your skin.

You gulped and forced yourself to look up again, trying to locate the blasted bolt. “Yes, I can. Just, don’t move.” Without thinking, you grasped his head more firmly, his soft hair between your fingers, and focused on your task.

Certainly it was easier from this angle. On the other hand, it was harder, mostly because you were hyper-aware of Tech’s strong arms hugging your thighs and his breath tickling your navel. You attached the hydrospanner to the bolt and started unscrewing it.

“This is a very intimate position,” Tech’s voice broke your concentration, and you almost dropped the hydrospanner on his head.

You snorted. “Are you realising that just now?” 

“I searched for the most efficient way of helping you, I didn’t stop to think about the logistics of it, nor the consequences of you grabbing my hair either, if I’m being honest.”

“The consequences of–” You stopped and finished removing the loose bolt, changing it for the new one in your pocket. When it was done, you grabbed Tech’s hair again, this time a little bit harder, and he hissed. “What kind of consequences, Tech?”

“It seems that proximity to your skin intoxicates my senses,” he muttered almost to himself.

Oh, you knew this tone of voice already. His voice was sharper, meticulous, as calculations rolled around in his mind. You looked down at him, but he was not looking at you, his forehead leaned on your stomach. 

“And that’s all?” He didn’t respond, so you tried again. “Are there any other variables, Tech?”

You punctuated your question with another soft tugging of his hair, the vibrations of his moan straight to your core.

“It also seems that I deeply enjoy the sensation of your hand pulling my hair.”

You felt through your grip how he tilted his head and pressed his face further into you, starting to leave kisses on every patch of skin he could reach. He started with small peaks that soon enough evolved into open-mouthed kisses that left a wet trail. The hydrospanner and his head were your only support points, and they were quickly becoming not enough.

“Maker, Tech,” you breathed out his name like a prayer. “I am not complaining, but do you think I could finish this first?”

“You are perfectly capable of carrying on with your task with what I am doing right now.”

As if to exemplify the opposite of his point, Tech ran his tongue slowly through your navel, and you let out a frustrated groan. His assumptions about how capable you were of working while he was kissing your stomach were highly inaccurate, and as he bit your hipbone, you jerked on his embrace, your hand slipping from the handle of your tool, that luckily stayed secured by its hold on the bolt. He continued kissing and biting at a leisurely pace, completely oblivious of the magnitude of his effect on you. You took another deep breath and managed to take hold of the hydrospanner again, finishing tightening the bolt.

“Okay,” you let him know with a trembling voice, patting his head. “Job’s done, let me down.”

Tech crouched again on the platform floor and took you down with him, but after the tension, your legs failed you, and you fell on your knees the moment he released you. He quickly held you again, stopping your fall, and secured you against his chest. He searched your eyes, a look of concern on his face, but before he could say anything you took the momentum and closed the distance, kissing his lips firmly. Without hesitation, his arms tightened around you, rendering yours useless, trapped between your bodies. When you moved your head back, there was a nice blush on his cheeks, and he looked at you with wide eyes.

“Did you enjoy the sensation of my lips as well?” You asked him cheekily. 

“I am going to need more evidence,” his dazed voice made you smile, but it was short-lived.

He pounced at you and kissed your smile away, leaving only fire. Tech didn’t do anything half-heartedly, and that included kissing. You freed your arms and crept them around his neck while he moved his lips against yours with an insistence that made you arch your back, his firm embrace the only thing keeping you upright. Your fingers entangled with his hair once more, and you were definitely taking a liking to this recently discovered outcome, taking advantage of his gasp to intrude his mouth with your tongue and taste him in an experiment of your own. Your mind couldn’t grasp how such a sharp tongue could be so warm and soft, pliant at your motions, and you could have stayed there, under the open hull of the Marauder, kissing him forever, if it weren’t for his comlink going off at your back.

He moved away and answered over your shoulder, Hunter’s voice coming loud and clear from his vambrace, “Tech. How are those repairs going?”

“Problem?” His clipped tone sounded annoyed, and you started kissing his jawline. Hopefully, the comm didn’t catch his gasp.

“No, no problem at all. We just found a nice place, and were going to grab something decent for once, you two coming?”

“No. I haven’t— we haven’t finished yet. There is no reason to wait for us.” You raised your eyebrows, surprised, but he didn’t look at you.

“Sure, see you later then.” Hunter sounded wary, but didn’t mention anything else and closed the communication.

“I thought you had finished already with the diagnostics,” you observed innocently.

“That is correct. Nonetheless, there is another pressing matter at the moment that requires my attention.” 

“Is that so? Another experiment?”

“Indeed. I just thought about something and would like to test a theory.”

“Which one?”

“I want to check how you cum quicker, with my fingers or my mouth.”

———

Surely all the repairs were done, you hoped, because none of you spared a second glance while going back inside and entering the cockpit. Tech was silent, methodically removing his upper body armour, with a look of concentration of someone who was calculating the best hyperspace route and not the logistics of sex inside a battleship.

You were giddy, your body remembering what it was to be the focus of his attention, currents of electricity travelling through your veins. If he thought that your pleasure was worth exploring, you were not going to contradict him. If his analytical mind found your moans interesting enough, you will provide them gladly. You removed your boots and sat on the pilot chair, turning it to face him, his back to you, and delighted for a moment in the view without the extra layers; even if he hadn't removed his blacks, they left little to the imagination. He looked at you over his shoulder and hummed approvingly at your sitting spot choice.

“What do you want me to do?” Your breathy voice wavered in anticipation, and the corners of his lips turned slightly upward at the sound.

“Well, for the sake of the experiment I am going to need you naked, but allow me,” he strode over you and kneeled on the floor.

Tech reached out and grabbed your knees, blood rushed to your ears while his hands slid up your thighs slowly, until he reached the waist of your trousers. He hooked his fingers under your clothes and tugged both of them down, stopping for you to lift your ass a little, so he could remove them completely. He grabbed your knees again, opening them this time, and the cold air hit your wet cunt, making you hiss between your teeth.

“You are already wet for me, darling. Is it due to the kisses? Or the anticipation?” He glanced at you, 

“Ah, both, I guess. Your hands on my skin are also helping,” you breathed out, eyeing how those hands drew patterns on the inside of your thighs.

“I see.” He grabbed your thigh tightly, his fingers pressing enough to make indentations but stopping on the good side of hurting. “Do you like my hands, then?”

“Maker, yes.” 

“Yes, of course you do,” he tugged, stopping when you were on the edge of the seat. “But for the sake of science, we have to deviate from what we already know. The search for knowledge is insatiable, you know?”

A shudder went through your body at his words, and instinctively opened your legs further, exposing yourself more and giving him all the permission he needed. Not that he seemed to hesitate at his actions, his movements had the usual confidence with which he carried himself, even if under his googles you could see him blushing at your reaction. His whole demeanour was a mixture of cockiness and vulnerability, and it made you want to submit and coddle him in equal parts. You reached with your hand to his jawline, crooking your fingers under his chin.

“And what about you, Tech?” you whispered, looking into his eyes. “Can you be satisfied?”

To your surprise, he shook his head, “Not in the slightest, darling. Since the first time you allowed me to touch you, I have come to realise that I will always want more, you are too fascinating,” your chest tightened, and a whimper escaped your lips. “Right now, though, I’ll be satisfied as soon as I see you come in my mouth.” 

He bowed his head and started kissing up your leg to the apex of your thigh, and stopped there, looking up at you, gauging your reaction. His hot breath hit your cunt, and you squirmed, breathing heavily, unable to stay still. Those brown eyes were scrutinizing you, as if he was trying to discover the very fibre of your existence, it made you feel drunk of a liquor never tasted, seeing him there, kneeled between your legs, his hands clutching your thighs like a lifeline, and for a moment you had the illusion of being the only creature in the galaxy who could capture his attention.

You were not far from begging him to move, forward or backward, you didn’t care, but being on the edge of falling was making your whole body tremble. Your mouth opened, but before you could utter a word, he turned his head and gave an open-mouthed kiss to your cunt, turning your begging into a loud moan.

“Fascinating,” he spoke without moving back, his lips spelling the word into you, and the shiver that went down your spine left you trying to grasp into something, so you wouldn’t slide down to the floor. “Such a good experiment subject, such a good girl.”

Your cunt clenched around nothing at his words, while he took one of your hands and put it on his head. A part of you remembered what he told you earlier and instinctively tangled up your fingers into his hair. His tongue delved down into your folds, and you sobbed at his wet heat. He dragged his tongue back to your clit and closed his lips around it, you moaned and pulled, making him close his eyes and groan, the vibrations going straight through your clit.

Tech seemed intent on only using his mouth this time, but you could feel his fingers pressing harder into your skin with every new gasp falling from your lips, inching closer to your core. His whole focus was on you, away from his own body, and he kept sucking your clit and flickering it steadily with his tongue. When your body was starting to get used to the rhythm, on a clear path to your release, he let it go, and you whimpered at the lost.

You didn’t have much time to recover, as he murmured something that didn’t reach your ears and pushed your legs open as far as the pilot seat allowed him. You could feel your wetness and his spit sliding down, and the knowledge of the state you were leaving his seat in pushed shamefully closer to the edge. He licked down around your entrance, dragging his nose against your clit every time he moved his head, and your other hand went to his nape, trying to hold him against you, to pull him impossibly closer. You weren’t sure if he was indulging your unspoken petition or himself, but he then penetrated you with his tongue, and you moaned obscenely loud while he continued fucking you with it.

Your whole body was a tense wire that needed to be released, you were right there teetering on the edge, shaking and vibrating out of your skin, while Tech continued devouring you without restrains. You tried to speak to no avail, the only thing coming out of your mouth a high-pitched whine, so you pulled his hair once more trying to get him up, until his mouth was back on your clit. He closed his lips around it and sucked, and your whine turned into a cry as your orgasm broke free.

You flew above the seat and came back without even moving, your senses coming back to you one by one. The cold durasteel floor under your feet; the leather seat creaking under the pressure of your body; the bright sun coming from the cockpit windows; and Tech’s warm presence still between your legs. He rested his head on your thigh, panting, his mouth and chin glistening, and you whimpered at the visual. He noticed you looking at him, turned his head and gave you a soft kiss, followed by a smile pressed into your skin.

“You were amazing, such a good girl,” his reassuring words distracted you enough that you didn’t notice his creeping fingers, until they reached your centre and played around gathering your wetness. You were too sensitive after your orgasm and recoiled, but he kissed your thigh again to soothe you. “Shh, it’s fine, darling. You did a truly magnificent job, I believe we broke the record.” 

“How do you know?” your eyes fell shut, and you felt so drained that you could have fallen asleep if only his fingers stopped playing with your cunt as if it was another of his tinkering projects.

“I’ve been timing it in my head, of course.”

“Of course!” You laughed, or chuckled really, your body still under a blissful spell. 

“Now, do you want me to clean you up and go meet the others?” he proposed nonchalantly first, and then without missing a beat buried his index finger up your cunt slowly, your eyes and mouth flew open at the sudden but not unwelcomed intrusion. “Or do you think we could try another experiment? I couldn’t stop thinking about—”

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A Bounty for Reward (Mando x f!reader)

CHAPTER 6

Summary: Trust goes both ways. Warnings: smut (per usual), ROUGH sex, some mild edging, mando being a bit possessive (and soft?), fluff & angst, usual language warning, a heaping ton of stubbornness, fmc being her usual bratty self Word count: 6.2k A/N: I wasn't planning on posting so soon, but I wrote this out in like three days and needed to just shove it into the universe. So yeah, here you go... (ps. If you want to be added to the tag list, just comment and let me know!)

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Going from Aldelphi to Trask was a drastic change in plans. The planet was all too wet and gloomy for your liking, and by Mando's body language, he didn’t like it much either. While en route to the planet, he had sent an urgent message to someone he knew on the Trask, asking for their aid in finding Kesi. You only heard bits and pieces of his message as you were tucked away in the hull, rummaging through the medpack, looking for a new bandage to use on your injured hand. 

“... I wouldn’t contact you unless it were serious, Bo Katan.”

Whoever the hell they were, you hoped they could help. It had been a close call on Adelphi, the stark reality of your life now coming to fruition. Kesi had put out more hunters in search of you, and that hope for freedom was dwindling with each passing day. The idea to run was still lingering in the back of your mind, but it was clear that the safest option was to stay with Mando. He had proven time and time again he meant what he said—he was protecting you. You were grateful for it, but his answer of ‘I don’t know’ to everything was starting to piss you off. There had to be some fucking reason he cared so much, if care was even the right word. You didn’t know what he felt towards you, but it was apparent he wouldn’t let you go any time soon. 

Mando insisted you come with him, all safety concerns aside. It was safer to be within reach of him than a sitting target on the Crest. With your hood pulled tight over your head and face, you scanned the crowds for anyone who could be a threat. You felt more at ease being in public, knowing your blade was strapped to your thigh. It felt like home, having that piece of you back. 

The docking bay was busy with locals reeling in their catches for the day, the pungent smell of fish tinging your nose. You hadn’t been on a planet like Trask before, where the lifestyle was so vastly simple and mundane. Any place Kesi sent you had been buzzing with life and, unfortunately, buzzing with business. He kept you busy enough never to enjoy the cities you were in, only keeping you confined to the transport ships and muggy inns. You willed away those memories before they could consume your focus. You needed to stay alert. 

“You okay?” Mando asked, his hand ghosting against your back. 

You shivered at his touch, all too aware of the lingering tension that remained between you. What happened on the beach before the attack was your way of deflecting. If you force out the emotions suffocating you, it may be easier to be around him. It wasn’t working. 

“Yeah, 'm fine,” you lied, but it hardly sounded believable. 

He gave up the small talk, and you walked in harmonious silence through the seaside city toward the local cantina. Patrons took up a few tables, their heads on a swivel as a shiny Mandalorian stepped through the entrance. It didn’t phase Mando or you; you were growing accustomed to the attention he drew in. You caught a glimpse of blue armor like Mando’s in the furthest corner of the cantina—another Mandalorian. 

Mando went ahead of you, greeting them with a firm handshake. The Mandalorian nodded at the open seats in front of them, urging you to sit. You did with reluctance, your hand flexing against your blade for reassurance. Mando trusted this person, but could you? 

The Mandalorian reached for their helmet, and your breath hitched. Sat in front of you was a female Mandalorian, her red hair cut short and sharp at her jaw and eyes complimentary of her blue armor. This must have been Bo Katan. 

“Still wearing that terrible helmet, I see,” she teased with a roll of her eyes. 

“My loyalty remains to my clan,” Mando’s voice was harsh. You winced at the violence in his tone, worried this meeting may go sideways. 

“So you say.”

Your eyes scan over her helmet, so unlike Mando’s. The visor was outlined in white, grey swirls painted above it to resemble eyes. It was feminine and lethal but hardly as frightening as Mando’s. Bo Katan cleared her throat, and you redirected your focus to her. She scrutinized you with a piercing stare, her lips set in a thin line. 

“Who’s this Mando?” She asked, her eyes never leaving yours. “I didn’t take you for someone to keep company around.”

Your lips twitched with a retort, but Mando’s hand clamped down on your thigh before you could get a word out. He didn’t release his hold on you as he leaned forward across the table, his fingers flexing against the fabric of your pants. Bo Katan settled into her chair, clearly amused and satisfied with the response she had elicited from you both. 

“I came here for help,” Mando snapped. “Not your antics.”

She shrugged, a smug smirk stretching across her face. “What’re you going to do to help me?”

“This isn’t a favor for a favor, Bo Katan,” Mando said. 

Your eyes flickered between them, the animosity thick and palpable. Whatever the story was between them, it wasn’t one of friendliness. Mando’s hand traced mindless circles against your thigh, a simple gesture to ease the tension tightening in your muscles. 

“As I see it, you and I want something. Easy trade, if you ask me.”

“Fine,” he relented. 

Bo Katan was pleased with herself; her ability to pacify a man with such power must have boosted her ego. You weren’t amused, though; you were beyond irritated. How dare she abuse Mando’s trust to get what she wants? 

“Hold on a minute,” you interjected, leaning forward towards her relaxed body. Mando squeezed your leg hard as if to say, ‘Let it go.’ But you wouldn’t. “Who are you to make demands? All we want is help, and you’re trying to use it for your benefit?”

“I like this one, Mando,” she smirked. 

This one? What the fuck did that mean?

“So naive,” she tutted. “You don’t know a thing about the world.”

Mando whispered your name, attempting to calm you down. You wouldn’t let up; you were tired of backing down to those around you. Unsheathing the blade from your thigh holster, you stabbed it into the wooden table, watching with a sadistic grin as Bo Katan’s eyes widened. 

“I know enough,” you seethed. “Now, are you going to help or not?”

“My offer still remains,” she said, gazing again at Mando. “I’ll help you if you help me. That’s the best I can do.”

“You help us now, and you can call in your favor any time,” Mando conceded. 

Bo Katan extended her hand towards Mando, shaking on their agreement. You weren’t entirely satisfied with it, but it was Mando’s choice, not yours. All you could do was sit helplessly aside, letting two people wager against your safety. She didn’t extend a hand toward you; instead, she pulled your blade from the table and returned it to you. You took it without a word, returning it to your thigh holster. 

“So, what can I do for you?” Bo Katan asked. 

“I need to get into Oba Diah, and I can’t do it alone.”

“Oba Diah? For what reason?”

“I’m looking for a spice trader,” Mando explained. 

“And you’re willing to put not only yourself but me within arm's length of the Pykes? Who are you looking for?”

“Kesi Jissard,” you interjected. “He’s an associate… of Cad Bane.”

Bo Katan looked at you incredulously, letting out a low whistle. “I’m not sure you want to mess with that man.”

“I need Kesi dead,” Mando said firmly. “You help me kill him, then I’ll help with whatever you need.”

Leaning her arms against the table, Bo Katan narrowed her gaze at you. Her eyes lowered as if piecing together the scene in front of her. 

“Who are you to Kesi?” She wondered. 

You shifted in your seat, glancing at Mando and realizing he was already staring at you. You had to choose your next words carefully, or everything would change. You couldn’t predict his reaction if you told the truth. 

“I was his associate,” you spoke slowly. 

Bo Katan’s eyebrow rose in question, clearly unconvinced by your words. Maker, you didn’t believe it either. Someone like you wouldn’t be selling spice, nor would you be working directly with Kesi in his business deals. Unless you considered selling your body for spice, a loose term for ‘associate.’

“And you want to kill your boss?” She questioned. “Care to explain why?”

You hesitated, looking at Mando for any sort of help. His helmet was tilted, looking at you as if he wondered the same thing. Maker, I’m fucked.

“Don’t worry about it,” Mando interjected, helmet still trained on you. Your body relaxed, the tension withering away in your muscles. “We need him dead. That’s the end of it.”

Bo Katan shrugged, grabbing her helmet from the table. Slipping it back over her head, she stood and ushered for you both to do the same. Mando relinquished his grip on your leg, replacing it with your lower back as he guided you into the streets of the humid city. Bo Katan turned to you both once more, giving a stern nod. 

“Stay the night here and meet me in the morning at the docking bay,” she instructed. “I’ll have some sort of plan for you. At least, I hope so.”

“Thank you,” Mando said. 

With that, she turned and dissolved into the crowd, her armor blending into the grey sky and throng of bodies walking the market street. You exhaled deeply, turning to head back to the ship, but Mando’s hand caught your arm before you moved too far. 

“We’re not going back to the ship,” he said. 

“Isn’t it safer there?”

“There’s an inn down past the market. We’ll stay there till tomorrow.”

“Are you sure it's safe?” You asked. 

“You’re safe with me, I promise.”

His words warmed your body, and you followed him willingly through the winding streets. Your eyes caught onto a few market stalls, especially one with leather goods. You stopped trailing Mando momentarily, inspecting the blade sheaths and blaster holsters. 

“Excuse me, how much are these?” You asked the woman behind the stall. 

“Fifty credits.”

You scoffed, running your fingers along the stitched edges of the dark leather holster. If you were back on Coruscant, you could afford it. But you had no credits and no ability to negotiate for what you wanted. 

“Thirty,” came a deep voice beside you. 

Mando’s presence startled you, and you pressed a hand to his breastplate to urge him back from the stall. 

“Mando, it’s okay. I–I was just looking,” you stuttered. “Let’s go.”

He was reluctant to move, his helmet scanning the leather goods before you. You shoved him lightly, forcing him away and back onto the street. It was just a fleeting need to own something again, to have something you could claim as yours. But you’d have that one day.

Hopefully. 

Mando relented and took your hand to lead you through the streets and into the entrance of a quiet inn. Purple shades covered the windows, and the wooden walls were molding from the wet air. An older man sat behind the counter, peering up through thick glasses. You let yourself linger in Mando’s shadow as he negotiated the room rate. After several minutes of back-and-forth bickering, the price was set, and Mando had the keys to your room. 

The smell of saltwater floated through the door as you walked into the small room. Mando quickly locked the door behind you, stalking towards the windows to draw the shades. You stood there idly, unsure what to do and where to sit. 

“I’m sorry,” you began. “I know I lost my temper.”

“You have to learn to trust me,” he grumbled, his back still turned to you.

“I’m new at this whole trust thing,” you said, exasperated. 

Mando looked over his shoulder, watching as you swayed by the door. There was only one bed in the room, which was covered in a horribly old comforter with a few suspicious stains. Beside it was a wooden side table and a wall lamp that kept a continuous flicker. Mando made his way around the bed, sitting on the edge facing you, and began to strip away his weapons. He let them fall to the floor, and with a quick flick of his fingers, he motioned you forward. 

Your heart thrummed against your chest, hard and quick, as you walked towards him. Once you were within reach, Mando’s warm, gloved hands wrapped around your thighs, tugging you closer. He made quick work of unclasping the blade from your right thigh, letting it clatter onto the carpeted ground. 

“We need to talk about yesterday,” he said, roaming his hands up your backside. 

“Yesterday?” You echoed breathlessly. 

“Why’d you run away after I fucked you?” He growled. 

You straightened your spine, the memories of his cock inside you flooding back. 

“I–I don’t know,” you stuttered. “I’m scared.”

“Scared of what?”

His hands palmed your ass, and you let out a soft moan as he kneaded your skin. You were fumbling over your words, trying to formulate some explanation as to why you shied away. You wanted him—maker, you wanted him so bad—but how long could this last until either of you got hurt? 

“I don’t want to get hurt,” you admitted, biting down on your lower lip. 

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Mando said softly. 

“How can I trust you?” You whispered.

“Have I failed you yet?”

You thought back to Tatooine, how he had come back for you. You were willing to die in that junkyard you had once called home, to rot away in the sand the same as your parents, but he had come for you. He had killed a man for you, for only the cost of touching you. And he blew up a fucking ship to keep you safe. Trust was a heavy word filled with uncertainty. Secrets were deep within you, marring your soul and tainting your judgment. But Mando was right; he had not failed you. He had kept his word time and time again. How were you to argue the facts that lay in front of you? 

Out of all the men who had claimed your body, Mando had been the first to treat it with such delicacy and care. You could grapple with the unease of the truth all you wanted, but he was different. He was a man of his word, a man of loyalty and trust. You just needed to forego your fears to indulge in the world he was offering. You may not have freedom yet, but you had the closest thing to it. 

“You haven’t failed me,” you sighed. “I’m sorry for having fled yesterday. It wasn’t what I wanted.”

Mando’s hands stopped at your lower back, squeezing your muscles and holding you firmly in place. 

“What do you want?”

“You. I don’t know what this is, but I want it.”

“Then promise me you’ll trust me,” he pushed. “I’ll take care of you.”

“Okay,” you exhaled. 

“Can I take these off?” He asked, tugging at the waistband of your pants.

You nodded ardently, letting his leathered fingers work at the zipper of your pants, shoving them down your thighs. You made quick work of shucking them off and tossing them aside, your body nearly exposed from the waist down.

“Shirt?” He asked as if he needed permission. You made no effort to deny him; at this point, you’d give him anything he asked. 

You pulled off your jacket and quickly stripped off your shirt, leaving your chest exposed and your lower half only covered by thin underwear. Mando made a strange noise deep within his chest of hunger and passion. His body shimmered in the shadows of the flickering light, an outline of a predator with his prey in reach. It was such a poetic thing to realize; you weren’t his bounty any longer, but you were still something he sought out time and time again. And if it were only a physical wanton need, you’d happily indulge. Giving any more of yourself to him would be a catastrophe, pulling you both down into the rubble. 

“Beautiful,” he exhaled. 

A deep blush crept up your skin, flushing down your face, neck, and chest. His voice dripped with pure ardor, dripping off each syllable, saturating you in earnest need. You waited for his restraint to snap, for that hunger to consume him and ravage you. On bated breath, you swayed under his stare, fingers itching to reach out and pull him against your bare body. 

“Are you going to sit there and stare? Or are you going to fuck me?” You smirked, cocking a brow. 

Mando leaned back, resting his body on the bed with his weight under his forearms. You imagined a devilish smile stretching across his face, the amusement of your impatience written all over his expression. 

“Let me look at you.”

Maker, scars, and all, he ravished you with a silent gaze. Your body was scattered with cuts, some deep, some shallow, from the years of struggle. You had never been ashamed of the scars you bore, nor did you fear Mando seeing you like this. But you grappled with the possibility of questions that would arise. You didn’t want that. 

“Touch me,” you begged. 

“Do you trust me?” 

“Y–Yes,” you stammered. 

“Get on the bed,” he ordered. “Hands and knees.”

In a haze of lust, you obeyed, crawling onto the floral fabric and positioning yourself as he asked. There was a dip in the mattress behind you and a soft touch that coasted over your backside. His body dipped over yours, the cool touch of his beskar grazing over your back, and his gloved fingers came to your lips. 

“Bite.”

You sunk your teeth into the leather fingertips of his gloves, tugging at them until they peeled away from his hands. You blinked back your shock as it exposed a tan, calloused hand, his fingers long and thick. Raising the other to your mouth, you did the same, pieces of himself now bare before you. He was giving you a piece of himself, something to trust. He was proving it. 

With the gloves laying at your head, his hands tangled in your hair, trailing through the tendrils and down your spine. You shivered under his bare touch, the feeling of skin against skin igniting a deep ache within your core. Mando traced over the seam of your underwear, traveling further until the tip of his fingers pressed against the dampened fabric. Your clit throbbed in torment, begging to be touched. But he moved slow—calculated—knowing how responsive you were to the phantom brushes of his skin over yours. 

“So wet,” he taunted, his voice dropping an octave. Hidden within the modulation of his helmet, everything he said sounded so decadent and salacious. 

“I swear to the Maker, Mando,” you groaned. “If you don’t—.”

“Trust me,” he urged, teasing slow circles against the apex of your cunt. 

You mewled into the sheets, rocking back against his touch. Mando chuckled at your desperation, rubbing slower. The pad of his finger pressed against your clit harder, eliciting another loud groan from your mouth. Each touch electrified you, forcing you to search for more. 

“Please,” you whimpered. 

Finally, maker, finally, you heard the delicious sound of his zipper opening. His fingers slid down your underwear, no doubt exposing the dripping mess he had left you with, and pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance. With one hand pressing into your back and the other clutching your waist, Mando guided himself into you inch by fucking inch. Your muscles tightened around his cock, stretching to the thick girth until he was flush with your body. He moved with shallow thrusts, easing your body back against him at a delicate pace. Each thrust went deeper, hitting that sweet spot in your core until you were pliant under his hold. 

“Fuck,” he gritted out. “So tight around my cock.”

You rocked back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust, attempting to set a faster pace. But he was immovable, keeping you right at the cusp of ecstasy until you were blubbering nonsense into the bed. He pulled out to the tip, driving himself into you with such ferocity your body shoved deeper into the mattress. You cried out, fists clenching the bedspread, begging for any sort of release. Mando picked up the pace with a brutalizing force, punching you into the mattress with each snap of his hips.

You buried your head into the pillows surrounding you, exhaling the most guttural cry of bliss. Pinning you down, he savaged your body, completely wrecking you with brute force. It was disgusting, it was filthy… and you fucking craved it. Your cunt pulsated with the oncoming surge of an orgasm, rippling around his cock until you tensed up at the climax that paralyzed you. 

“Shit,” Mando choked. 

Sliding his hand from your back to your neck, he grasped your throat and pulled you back until you were flush against the armor that hugged his body. He continued his violent thrusts, the tip of his cock spearing into you at a new angle that shot stars into your vision. The room was darkening around you as another blazing wave of euphoria erupted through your body. 

Shoving you back against the bed, Mando pulled out, flipping you over as he fisted his cock. Your chest was heaving from the power he exerted on you, and you tried to reclaim air from your aching lungs.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, voice wavering. 

Your eyes sparkled with excitement, and you let your jaw loosen, watching him ardently as he worked himself faster. With a carnal grunt, Mando painted you with his release, the saltiness covering your lips and tongue. Bracing himself against the headboard, Mando hunched over your body, catching his breath and shuddering through the aftershocks of his release. A wicked grin formed when you arched your neck to peer up at him. Bringing a finger to your lips, you collected the remnants of his cum, and licked them clean as his helmet bowed over you.

Mando clamored off of you, rolling onto his back with a grunt. Your eyes closed, your body still simmering with reverbs of your orgasm. Bare and exposed, you lay next to your beskar-clad Mandalorian.

Your Mandalorian? The thought was so heavy in your mind, and you tried to force that possessive desire far from your heart. He wasn’t yours. You weren’t his. You were simply two people in need of some connection. 

“Hey,” he spoke softly. You turned your head towards him, shivering as the stagnant air around you crept over your naked skin. 

“You’re closing yourself off,” he noted. “I told you to trust me.”

“I know,” you sighed, fingers crawling up his shoulder pauldrons. You traced the signet engraved into his right shoulder, mindlessly focused on the metal etching and less on the heavy stare behind his helmet. 

“Will you tell me about Kesi?” His voice was low. “I’m going to kill him either way, but I need to know what he’s done.”

“You don’t need to know anything,” you said defensively.

“You’re right,” he lamented. “But I need to understand why more people are after you. If Adelphi is any indication of what’s to come, you’re clearly very valuable to Kesi.”

“Valuable,” You scoffed. “If that’s how you want to describe it.”

“When I was given your puck, all I knew was that you were a runaway,” he explained. “Nothing more.”

“I’m not a criminal, Mando.”

“I never said you were,” he countered. 

You retracted your hand from his shoulder, wrapping your arms around your chest, cocooning inwards. 

“What’s Cad Bane’s involvement?” He asked, changing the subject. “This is the first time you’ve said anything about him.”

“He’s Kesi’s boss.”

“You said that earlier.”

“Okay, and I’m saying it again,” you rolled your eyes. 

“The less you give me, the more danger we’re in. I can’t protect you without knowing what we’re up against.”

“You know, this isn’t the pillow talk I was expecting,” you scowled. 

Mando was silent for a moment, his helmet toward the ceiling. Guilt crept into your chest, knowing you were withholding information for him. You wanted to be honest, to share the truth, but he would view you in such a different light, and there was no telling what kind of destruction he would cause in the wake of it. Your past was dark enough; the last thing you wanted was to bring life to the ghosts that haunted you. 

“You’re being stubborn.”

You sat straight up and turned to look at him, disregarding your bare chest. Jabbing a finger into his chest, you yelled, “You need to understand I am telling you enough! Don’t ask me for more.”

“What are you so afraid of?” He pushed. 

He had sat up now, his helmet a breath away from you. He was challenging you, and your blood boiled, knowing he would give up until he got answers. But you weren’t ready to relive those memories because opening that door would release a hailstorm of emotions you couldn’t face.

“Drop it,” you growled.

“What did he do to you, angel?” His voice softened.

Angel? Your eyes welled with tears, threatening to breach the composure you had worked so hard to maintain. His softness was so fucking unfair; he couldn’t weaponize his kindness like that.

“Don’t do that,” your voice wavered, tears spilling onto your cheeks. 

Mando lifted his hand to cup your face, his thumb swiping away the tears. You turned away from him, wiping them away aggressively. Fuck him for acting like he cared; he only cared because it helped him. He wouldn’t care about you.

“Tell me,” he begged.

“I will,” you whimpered. “Just not now.”

You were done with the conversation, having moved off the bed and searching for the articles of clothes strewn around the room. Piecing yourself back together, you left the space and locked yourself in the tiny bathroom connected to the bedroom. Mando didn’t follow, nor did he protest you leaving. Clutching the sink, you let the sobs wrack through your body, not caring if he heard. 

**

Mando couldn’t listen to any more of her crying. It had been at least an hour, and all that filled the silence were her sobs muffled by just a door between them. He had laid in contempt, wondering if any words could surface in his mind to fix things. To comfort her. But how could he comfort her when he knew nothing? She was so fucking hard to understand, and he was genuinely trying to make sense of everything she had offered—which wasn’t much. He was left wondering what her past was filled with, the pain and heartache that still chained her heart away. 

And he was so fucking stupid for slipping up and calling her angel. What a fucking sentiment to say. He wanted to soothe her fear and anger, but clearly, he wasn’t thinking straight. Mando needed distance to sort out the mess in his mind, and that’s when he found himself walking down the market street, aimlessly wasting time looking through the different stalls.

Nestled in the thicket of the market was the saleswoman with leather goods. He had caught her staring at the leather thigh holster amongst the other items, and though she had her own blade sheath, she was overdue for a new one. 

Aside from the holster, the saleswoman had options for leather clothing and weaponry belts. Mando still had the credits from her bounty, endlessly weighing him down in guilt, and he figured spending them on her was the best way to rid himself of that burden. 

“I remember you,” the woman said as Mando sifted through the items. “You were with that girl.”

Mando grunted a vague response, trying not to rope himself into any more conversation for the day. The woman, though, was relentless.

“Is she someone important to you?”

“What?” It caught him off guard.

“If she’s important to you, may I recommend our finer options?” She gave him a genuine smile, motioning toward the end of the table. 

Rows of weaponry accessories and clothing were neatly laid out, made of thicker, black leather. A black vest caught Mando’s attention, and he imagined her wearing it for safety. The stitching was thin along the sides, giving it a slimmer appearance and tighter fit. Perfect, he thought. 

“This one,” he said, holding it up. 

The woman smiled, “And a holster, no?”

“And a holster,” he agreed.

She searched behind her table for a moment, presenting a matching black holster that clasped with two metal buckles. They were perfect for her, and he didn’t even care to negotiate a price. 

Mando left the market street searching for food to bring back; he assumed she’d be hungry, or at the very least, considering some sort of meal before she slept. At this point, he was trying anything to make up for their argument. He just wanted her to be okay. 

The sun had slowly begun to dip below the horizon by the time he returned to the inn. The man at the front desk paid no mind to him, only acknowledging Mando’s presence with a stiff nod and grunt. Mando wound his way through the hallways back to their room, lightly knocking before entering. She was curled up under the sheets, her body rising and falling in a slow rhythm. 

Setting aside the things he had bought, Mando sat at the foot of the bed, hoping the dip in the mattress wouldn’t wake her. Time passed slowly as he watched her face under the shadow of the bedroom light, noticing that furrow in her brow as she slept. 

She mumbled something in her sleep, the words distorted and incoherent. Mando hesitated to intervene; sleep wasn’t the kindest to her, and he had spent several nights listening to the nightmares overwhelm her. She shifted in the bed, her body rolling over and curling together. Her eyes stirred a moment, and she caught on to the outline of his body, hers stiffening in response.

“Do you make a habit out of watching me sleep?” She grumbled.

“Sometimes,” he said, honestly. 

She pulled the comforter over her head, disappearing into the bedding and out of sight. If this were any other time, maybe Mando would have laughed, but the space between them was fragile and tender. His hand roamed over the bedding, catching onto the outline of her calf. He squeezed it lightly, and she finally unveiled her face to deadpan him.

“I have something for you,” Mando said.

Her brow did that familiar furrow, and she glanced at the side table. Mando watched as her eyes widened, that crease between her brows disappearing. She crawled out from under the sheets, reaching towards the best and holster that lay on the table—a slight tremor in her fingers as she brushed over the leather.

“Mando,” she started. 

“I don’t want to hear it. They’re yours.”

She glanced over her shoulder, eyes shimmering with fresh tears. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“I want you to wear them at all times. I need you protected.”

“Oh, you need me protected?” She laughed. 

Mando rounded the bed to where she bent over to look at the items. He carded a hand through her hair, forcing her to stare at him.

“I’m serious.”

Her pupils were blown wide, the look of desire twisting over her features. Mando had to find some resolve to lessen his hunger for her, knowing he wouldn’t be gentle or kind if he took her again. He was still trying to reel in his anger from earlier, and the last thing he wanted was to fuck out his frustration. 

“I brought food,” he said, changing the course of the conversation. “Eat.”

“Did you get some for yourself?” She asked, eyes sliding to the thermos of soup sitting on the table. 

Mando shook his head, “I’m fine. You need it more than me.”

“I can—I can leave if you need to eat.”

“I’m fine,” he repeated. 

She relented, obviously aware arguing with him would be a losing battle. Sitting up in the bed, she took the thermos in her hands, drinking from it slowly. After some peaceful moments in shared silence, she finally spoke again.

“How do you know Bo Katan?”

Mando sat on the bed beside her, leaning against the headboard. With legs crossed, he tried to relax and enjoy the simplicity of the evening alone with her.

“We’ve worked together before,” he responded. 

“On a hunt?”

“Not necessarily. I helped her Clan on a mission once before.”

She took another sip of the soup, nodding along to his explanation. 

“Is her Clan different from yours?” She asked.

Mando nodded, “She belongs to Clan Kryze. Her family once ruled Mandalore,” he explained. 

“If you’ve helped her before, why was she so—?”

“Unfriendly?” Mando interjected. “She views my Clan as a cult… Extremists, as she calls it.”

“Do you think she’ll really help up?” Her voice wavered a bit.

“I do.”

Mando had little left to say, so he let the silence settle over them again. After a while, she put down the soup and curled into the bed. She rolled over to face away from him, and Mando studied the rise and fall of her shoulders until she was asleep. 

He hoped for a better tomorrow.

Morning came quickly, the sun seeping through the thin curtains of the room. Mando hadn’t slept all night, forfeiting rest to watch over her. She had restless moments where he could hear her mumbling to herself, but he never tried to wake her. Whatever the plan that Bo Katan had created was, he needed her rested and ready. Danger was on the horizon for them both, and he struggled to face the reality of what was to come. She hadn’t given him a single viable reason as to why Kesi should be dead, leaving his mind to wander and sort through the possibilities of what he had done to her. She was fearful of something, but what, Mando had no clue.

And now Bane was in the mix of it all, making his stomach churn with unease. 

She didn’t say much as they left the inn, her chest now covered by the vest and blade strapped to her thigh. A twinge of satisfaction coursed through Mando’s veins seeing her wearing what he bought, a sense of possessiveness he had never quite experienced. After getting dressed that morning, she gave him another ‘thank you,’ her eyes sparkling with gratitude. 

Bo Katan was already waiting for them at the cantina when they arrived, her helmet on the chair beside her—another reminder of their indifferences. 

“Clan Kryze will stand with you,” Bo Katan announced.

“Thank you,” Mando said.

She nodded, her lips set in a firm line. “Give us a week to gather forces, and I will contact you with our next steps. Oba Diah will be no easy feat.” 

“Until then, we will retreat to a more secluded planet,” Mando explained. “It will keep us safe until it’s time to attack.”

Bo Katan gave a firm nod, glancing between him and the girl. 

“This is the Way.”

“This is the Way.”

Mando noticed the relief in her body language as they returned to the Crest. Her shoulders were relaxed, and there was a calmness in her expression. Once the ramp closed behind them, she made her way to the carbonite chamber, checking the valve as she had before. Her interest in the ship's technology didn’t go unnoticed by Mando; in fact, he was grateful to have an extra hand to fix various problems. She was a skilled mechanic; he gave her that. 

They found some sense of normalcy as they navigated through the Crest, Mando taking his usual spot in the cockpit and her retreating to the bed. He wanted to join her or her to join him; either way, he didn’t want to be alone, which was a startling realization. Secluded inside the cockpit, Mando allowed the turmoil of thoughts to stir, spinning until he felt helpless. He had to make a plan. He needed to keep her safe. 

Starting up the nav panel, Mando punched in the coordinates to the only planet he could ensure their safety: Sorgan. It had been years since he had traveled there; ghosts of the past left to roam through the foliage and swamps. It was the last time he had grown too close to someone; the last time he had almost slipped away from his Creed. Now, with her, those same doubts stirred within his mind. He was drawing himself too close, knowing one day he could—would—lose her. She wanted freedom, and he had sworn to give it to her. She could ask him for anything, and Mando knew he wouldn’t be strong enough to deny her. 

Navigating the Crest out of Trask, Mando cleared his mind and focused on the atmosphere swallowing him whole.

#mando x reader #mando x f!reader #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #fluff and angst and smut

[mandalorianchronicles]

Just some initial thoughts here, I'll write more later...

First of all, yeah - I was a little disappointed that they didn't have any sort of goodbye/good luck exchange, and I would have felt that way whether I shipped Dinbo or not. After everything they've been through this season, it seemed a completely reasonable expectation. But instead of fretting about it, I feel that the writers made an intentional choice to show the viewers that their story isn't over. There was no need for "goodbye" because they're going to be in and out of each other's lives so much over the next season(s). Like, yeah - he's got a little cabin all his own on Nevarro, but he also has a home on Mandalore and a home on Tatooine whenever he wants to be there with his friends. We'll get the payoff with that bottle of wine next season.

Din's story with Mandalore is far from over, so there was no need to conclude it. Grogu sensing the Mythosaur and it sensing him in return is all the proof you need for that. Grogu is a Mandalorian now and learning the bounty hunter trade just like Boba did from his father (and still practicing his Force techniques). Din is working as an independent contractor for the Republic Carson Teva, rooting out any Imperial threats in the Outer Rim, which makes him the first line of defense for his people. He's doing what he knows, but he's doing it for two purposes: raising his son as a Mandalorian and protecting his home. His pledge to Bo-Katan still stands. She is the Mand'alor, which means by creed that when she calls, he comes (and maybe vice versa since I believe she feels equally loyal to him).

I knew from the beginning that this was going to be a slooooow burn romance if they ever fully develop it, but Din is still her first knight and she is still his liege lady. That didn't change. In the meantime, we just do what we always do in-between seasons: write fanfictions, create artwork, compose meta, and edit music videos.

That cabin on the outskirts of town though...juicy stuff is gonna be happening there on ao3.

#the mandalorian #din djarin #dinbo #bo-katan kryze #the mandalorian spoilers #mand'amour #guys...chill #it's only season 3 #we've got years

[preg-fandoms]

Fandom: Trigun Stampede

Pairing: none

Word count: 1k

Warnings: graphic trans masc birth, clothing birth, birth denial, semi public birth

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Hiding from bounty hunters used to be easier for Vash, he was quick to hide and skilled with weapons and fighting (though he preferred to not use violence unless he had to). But now.. being pregnant made things difficult. He wasn’t even sure who the father was, how far along he was, or even how many he was carrying. All of these were guesses by this point.

From the way his stomach was sitting, sloped painfully over his small pelvis, accompanied by intense cramping- he assumed he was in labor.

At the moment he was hiding in an alleyway of an unknown city, trying to get away from a group of bounty hunters that wanted him. For the time being he had lost their trial thankfully.

But now he had a different problem- in the middle of being chased down, his waters had broken. At first he was able to ignore the cramping in his back, just brushing them off as potentially false labor.

But the longer he was on foot, the stronger they became. He couldn’t even call for help or find somewhere safe to give birth. The alleyway was damp, a bit cold and clearly dirty. He barely had any light source, but he figured that’d be better.

He had taken off his belt, using it to bite down. He was trying not to push, not wanting to give birth here. But it was though his body wasn’t listening, he could feel the head move down further into the birth canal.

Face red and sweaty from the strain, a hand reached to cradle the bottom of his rock hard stomach, hand trembling.

It felt like this contraction wasn’t going to let up any time soon. The urge to push still there, and the bulge in his pants only getting bigger with each passing second.

Pressing his back into the wall, he had shifted down into an awkward squatting position.

Hands fumbling with his zipper, he couldn’t get it undone in time- another strong contraction coming over him full force.

Almost stumbling forward, his hands pressed into the pointed brick wall, nails trying to dig in to hold himself up. His teeth grit, biting even harder into the belt.

As he forced himself not to scream, he could feel the head quickly stretch his small cunt. The burn was unbelievable, tears springing to his eyes as he tried to reach to tug down his pants. Though he barely got them to move, too focused on the task at hand.

Reaching down, his hand slipped in between his trembling legs, holding the head despite still being clothed. Grunting and brows furrowed, he pushed once more.

Everything was moving so quickly he didn’t even have time to think, only give into his body’s urges.

The next push had brought the shoulders forth and some of the waist, the baby now settled in between his legs and his soaking wet pants leg.

Finally getting a brief moment to get himself together, he had hurriedly tugged down his ruined underwear and pants.

Pulling the squalling infant up to his chest, he had immediately covered their mouth with his hand.

He knew if anyone heard him or the baby, they’d both be captured.

Spitting the belt out to the side, he glanced down at the squirming angry baby.

He had pulled up his shirt, his dark puffy nipples already leaking heavily from her cries. Removing his hand from her mouth, he had cradled her up to a nipple to which she quickly latched and settled.

Relief had flooded over him, but not for long- still in the midst of tense contractions, he had realized there was another baby.

One arm cradling the newborn, he had pulled down his pants and underwear, now sitting on the soiled clothing as a makeshift nest of sorts.

Still holding the baby with one arm, his free hand had slid down to gingerly feel around for the head- which had yet to appear. But his lips were bulging outwards, a shiver running up his spine.

Grabbing the belt once more, he had it in his mouth- biting down hard enough to leave marks in the leather, not that it really mattered.

As the next contraction began to peak, he had his chin buried into his chest- giving a deep push.

Like the first born, the head was quick to make its appearance, but took longer to stretch around his small pelvis, inching out slowly. Any time he let up on pushing, it slipped back in- causing him to feel defeated.

But he couldn’t make noise, it’d alert unwanted attention and with a second baby trying to force their way out, it’s something he didn’t need.

Carefully and slowly, he scooted up the wall, legs bent in a squat once more as he pushed.

Grunting beneath the belt, he could feel the head finally emerge into a crown.

His lips were tight around the head, having it in a vice grip for a few unsteady moments.

Tears burned his tightly closed eyes, he could tell he was about to tear. The sharp pain was evident as the head popped out with a gush of blood and fluids.

Eyes snapping open, he sucked in a sharp breath, feeling as though he could pass out at any moment now.

‘At least the hard part is over’ he tried to remind himself, eyebrows scrunched together as he took quick breathes through his nose. The baby was quick to begin turning, the first shoulder popping out, quickly followed by the second.

With one last push, the rest of the body had emerged on the male's blood and fluid soaked pants and underwear. Cord still attached, dangling between Vash’s legs.

The other had slumped down, landing on his butt as he reached to pick up the second squalling newborn.

Quickly getting them to latch on, the second born (a boy) had quieted down, content to eat greedily from his mothers overfilled breasts.

As the babies nursed, Vash leaned his head back, letting out a shaky breath as he closed his eyes.

Out of all the crazy things he had done, this had to be the top one.

#cw mpreg #mpreg #mpreg birth #mpreg kink #mpreg story #mpregnancy

[unlucky-corvid]

Home

A little self indulgent piece of my OC phantom and cayde.

Angst with eventual fluff.

This has not been proof read

Enjoy xoxo

Home.

He's home.

Sprawled out on the sofa of my...our flat, snoring softly. One leg over the back of the sofa, head tilted back, resting on his hands like he never left.

His Cloak slung over the coat hook it used to call home until 5 years ago, boots beneth it, still caked in mud and on the coffee table, his holster and ace...ace 2? I glance back to my bedside dresser, caydes ace of spades resting there, the tool of retribution that carried swift justice to uldren sov. My gaze returns back to the other wespon, cracked with an un-earthly glow sitting on the coffee table.

Why can't I be happy about this,Like every one else?

Why can't I welcome him back into my...our bed like I used to, curling up into his side, listening to his inner mechanisms softly working as we simply bask in one another's presence?

I should be elated. I am. Its like every wish I ever asked for rolled together in one. An impossible ask made real, laying on my sofa...our sofa. Back where he belongs. He's safe.

But what about me?

Selfish thought I know but,What about the tears I cried every day for 5 years? The nightmares? The hallucinations? The sleep terrors? The anxiety attacks?

What about my pain!?

I grieved. I grieved for him. The life we could have had. The death of seemingly everything I held dear and now I'm supposed to just...forget that? Forget how much i suffered while everyone else managed to move on.

Envy it an ugly emotion but I feel it nontheless strongly as I do my grief.

Does he even know?

I'm sure he must have some idea. I'm sure zavala and ikora filled him in. I'm sure sundance and midnight spoke.

Spoke about the night I screamed so raw my throat bled. The night zavala found me curled up behind the bust of cayde in the tower, wrapped in his cloak as the snow settled around me, slowly burrying me as i stared off into nothingness. The missions I returned from, battered and bloody only to pick up the next bounty and leave. No food. No rest. No time to remember.

Maybe thats why his eyes followed me with that uneasy concern when I bid him good night. The look of understanding that sent an uneasy shiver down me when I asked him if we could sleep separately for a while as I got used to my dead partner being alive and well back in my...our apartment.

A shiver of frosty air shoots up my spine and sets my teeth on edge.

He's here again.

Not the real cayde.

But the cayde thats been with me since he died.

The cayde that lingers in the shadows, that stalks me in the light of day, that lingers over my shoulder. A waking nightmare.

He first started to apear a few days after caydes death. Only at night. He would hover beside my bedside, bending down beside my ear to whisper.

"I was waiting for you. Waiting for you to run in and put a bullet between that bastards eyes. But you didn't. You were too late. Too late. TOO LATE!"

"Youre sick. Sick in the head. You welcomed my killer into our home with open arms. Crow? Crow?! That's what the sick fucks calling himself now? Are you that desperate to betray me? That desperate to desicrate MY HOME with that murders precence?!"

Then it would vanish as the dawn arrived leaving me sleepless and guilt ridden.

Until it didn't.

Until guardians would give my looks of sympathy and fear when a smokey apparition of the ex hunter vanguard would be glanced over my shoulder. Lips uttering words only I could hear.

I tried everything. Pills, alcohol, therapy, eris's hive magic, maras paracausal influence but nothing stopped the ghastly characature of my dead lovers visage from taunting me.

Ikora began to avoid me. I dont blame her. Being forced to see her fallen friend every instance we spoke must have been hard but...at least she could escape it.

Zavala simply gives me this look. The kind of look you give an animal you know needs putting out of its Misery as it lays dying at the side of the road. The type of look you give sickly dying people when you know they're on their last legs. I know he means well.

But I avoid him to now. I am not dying nor sickly...not outwardly and I don't wish to be treated as such.

With a sigh I turn, heading back into my...our room.

I'll get it right eventually.

I shrug off my clothes leaving them heaped on the floor, tugging on one of caydes hoodie that no longer smells like him before sliding into bed.

"Broken" it hisses.

"You think that's what i want. You think after these years, after what you've become, I'll want you?"

"Deluded"

"Shut up" I whisper holding my hands over my ears but it does nothing to silence the vile vitriol that slips from its mouth.

"Broken little phantom. How many time did you think of crushing midnight and ending it all huh? Monster. Selfish monster even considering that. I deserve better."

I curl into a ball as if caydes hoodie and the blankets will save me from the ghastly manifestations of my biggest failure. But it dosent.

My heart rate begins picking up as further hateful bile is spews from the lips of the creature using my lovers face to torment me. My fingers tremble against my face as my body convulses with each sob that wracks my frame.

"Worthless, selfish, untrustworthy, lying, unfait-"

"Hey"

The voice seemingly interupts itself

A hand on my shoulder jolts me to the present as i turn expecting the face of a nightmare...

2 icey blue optics stare into my own eyes from the darkness. Not the misty red smoke I expected.

"Zavala...zavala told me about...well...me" he says softly. The feeling of his hand on my shoulder, thumb rubbing gentle circles feels...Alien but...also like home.

Cayde glances at the misty apparition of himself with a hard glare. His eyes soften as he looks back to you "this guys a real buzzkill huh?" He says softly in a weak attempt to lighten the mood. He readjusts himself on my...our bed. Placing himself between me and the nightmare.

"Just ignore...him? Me? No not me. Ignore it" he murmurs as he slips under the covers. I cant help my body tense as he moves up beside me. As if sensing my unease he also freezes.

"I can leave, if you want. Go back to the sofa" his voice softly speaks as if I'm a cornered animal, soothing. Safe.

I pause. No. No thats the last thing I want now. I spent 5 years apart from him, I don't want to spend a single moment away from his side.

"No please stay" I mumble, voice horse from the tears that a familiar hand was wiping away. My hand finds the material of his tshirt and I move myself trying to get iven closer despite us already being flush together.

"Always"

His body fits against mine like a puzzle piece, arms snaking round my waist, anchoring me to him. "It wasn't your fault doll. I promise"

My body gradually untenses for what feels like the first time in 5 years as I sink back into he familiar embrace of caydes body. My body trembles with the adrenaline finally leaving my system.

His chest still rises and falls, his exo body's mimic of a heart beat still reaches my ears. Home. For the first time in 5 years, We are both home.

A blue light on my bedside catches my eye. A ghosts eye, 2 of them, watch us. Midnight and sundance. The pillow I keep on the bedside cabinet once for both midnight and sundance may seem unnecessary to some but our ghosts deserve a little love to. Midnight had always looked swammed by the pillow after sundance was blown to shards but now, seeing them both huddled up to one another as they to settle down, it feels like everything is finnaly settling into place.

Cayde-6 the once dead hunter vanguard, friend and lover was finally back where he rightfully belonged.

Home.

Our home.

#destiny 2 #cayde 6 #headcanon #oc guardian #female guardian #OC Guardian phantom

[nerdieforpedro]

Sard'ika Sessions

Session Six

Din Djarin x plus size female reader

Fanfiction 18+ Minors do not interact

Sard'ika Sessions Masterlist / Main Masterlist / Din Djarin/The Mandalorian Masterlist

Word Count: 6.5k

Summary: The conclusion of your story with Din. Through it all, you've formed a bond with him that's quite deep. It doesn't have a name quite yet - though down the line you find one. A life together with your Mandalorian and his foundling begins.

We have three cameos from characters you may know! (There's a fourth is you squint.)

Warnings: Fluff (spread throughout), angst, Din dropping info bombs, meeting people, force user fight, cuteness, gifts, blindfold, Din Djarin is his own broad teasing warning, oral sex (female receiving), body worship, a little possessiveness, a few swats of an ass, unprotected p in V (wrap it people!), mutual marking, aftercare (always)

Notes: Sorry it’s out later than I planned.

I’d like to thank everyone for sticking with me to then end. 🥰 I put a little bit of everything into this one because I wanted them to have a proper ending. I may do some epilogues down the road after brainstorming more.

The next day you wake and you’re greeted with something both foreign and familiar. The cool metal of beskar on your back and the warmth of skin on the back of your legs and ass. Din was still here, you thought he may have gotten up, cleaned up, put his armor back on but he did not. Instead, he slept next to you, placing your hand over your chest, you felt your own heartbeat quicken. This was real, he was really here and for better or worse, the two of you had discussed moving in together, possibly skipping - whatever was supposed to be in between these sessions and where your relationship was now. A relationship that has some clarity, but is still a bit murky. 

One thing was clear, at its core, the two of you trusted each other. 

To what degree remained to be seen, but there was a bond between you and your Mandalorian. You rose first, making your way to the bathroom, washing yourself up and then the items you’d used last night. The thought of credits crossed your mind as you scrubbed the very glass beads that had been inside of Din. It had been the last one for you to clean, upon returning to the room and putting them away, Din was still asleep. It was surprising to see him sleeping as he was normally the one who watched you. Maybe it’s another sign. Another way to show you that he feels safe with you, that you’re not going to violate his Creed and that he’s reached a level of solace with you. It made you smile as you put your robe back on and sat in the chair he’d been sitting in when you’d woken up. 

It still nagged at the back of your mind, those damn credits. You hadn’t done anything with them, you weren’t sure if she’d be satisfied or want his money back. Thankfully the bounty hunter had not, but the more you’d seen him, the more it felt wrong to even deposit the damn things. They were hidden in the back of your closet. It was something that the two of you’d need to speak about. You picked up the book Din had been reading earlier and peeked at where he’d left off, having read the title several times, you began it again, engrossing yourself in the tale of ‘The Alchemist’ by Paula Coelho.

The Mandalorian awoke to you sitting across from him, ankles crossed and your head tilted down, engrossed in what you weren reading. He sat up quietly and watched you, curious how he came to be here. Din is perfectly aware of how, but he wonders if it’s really alright. To subject you to a life where you’ll wonder if he’s alive constantly and you may leave him with his foundling in wherever you all decide to settle. The thought occurs to him, ‘this isn’t the first time I’ve thought like this.’ He’d pictured you with both his foundling, Grogu having warmed to you and cooing happily at you as you hold him. He’s seen you on the Razor Crest, sitting next to Grogu, keeping him calm as he charts the course.  Din knows you’d say yes if he asked you to come with him. That if he’d asked you to care for Grogu, you’d agree to that as well. He also knew even if he had not revealed his feelings to you, it was a sure bet that the sessions would continue with no end in sight. He could have just done that, but the warrior would have been lying to himself. 

Din Djarin needed a new plan now. 

“Good morning Cyar’ika. How did you sleep?” He asked you, genuinely curious, but he felt he needed to speak. He was sure he'd been staring at you for at least five minutes. A soft chuckle left your lips as you closed the book and rose from your seat, walking to stand next to him before sitting back down at his side on the bed. 

“I slept well. I cleaned up all the tools from last night. You seemed to sleep well yourself Din.” Your soft hand touched his, a calloused thumb of his scratched your smooth skin. No, he would not lose this. He would not give it up. His visor trained on your face, reflecting it with your kind smile. Even if what he’s asking of you is a bit selfish, Din has lost much in his life in this galaxy. He will grip tight onto those he holds dear. That number is few but now includes you. 

“It has been quite awhile since I have slept that deeply Sard’ika.”

“I take it you found the bed comfortable then. I’m glad. You looked at peace.”

“The bed is quite soft and felt good on my back.” Din lifts your hand and holds it up, interlocking fingers with it. “That’s not the main factor of why I slept well, Cyar'ika. I slept well because you were beside me and I could be skin to skin with you. Had you in my arms. I would like to sleep like this again.” His other hand cups your cheek. “I don’t plan on sleeping without you unless I am on an assignment.”

“Din-” You began but two fingers shushed you by covering your lips. He doesn’t speak yet you feel tension, you’re not sure what it isn’t, though it doesn’t feel negative.

“Mesh’la, do you still have the credits from when we first began?” You nod and tilt your head in the direction of your closet. “Good. I shall speak to Greef tomorrow then. For now, I have some other things to prepare. I’ll also need to pick up Grogu from Luke.”

Thoughts in your head swirl. He’s put a lot in front of you. What is he going to talk to Greef about with the credits? Pick up Grogu from Luke? There’s only one Luke you’ve heard of and he’s a Jedi - a legendary one. Of course Din knows him, why wouldn’t he, he’s only THE Mandalorian. Still that’s a hell of a name drop. But what, what else does he need to prepare?

“Din, please explain…everything you just said. It was a lot, and overwhelming.” You tell him, you’re not wrong for asking. He realizes he just stated his to-do list aloud with the information he’s given you. He gave no context though. Din laughs and hears you sigh. 

“I apologize Sard’ika. The credits will be for a down payment on a new home for us. As we discussed last night, if you’d still like. Since I’ve had numerous dealing with Greef, he’ll be fair with the price he gives me. As for Grogu’s mentor and occasional babysitter, it is the very legend himself. That’s a much longer story for another day, but I want Grogu to see you again.” He takes a pause, before continuing, squeezing your hand a little tighter, finger pressing into your hand, applying pressure due to his nerves. His voice became soft, “I want him to know who our new clan member will be, and that you’re as important to me as he is.” You felt him boring holes into you despite the barrier of his helmet.

Remaining silent, your lips went to move, but no sound came from them. Truly speechless, you sat, trying to put into words what you felt. A sense of excitement at a new life with him and his foundling. Warmth for him accepting you and making step by step guide toward your lives together. “I..how long have you…Maker help me. I want to get to know the little scamp too. Grogu and I will spend lots of time together with you won’t we?” Your vision was becoming cloudy from your tears. “I was trying not to, ugh…Sorry. They’re happy tears. Very happy Din. Just so damn happy.” You were trying in vain to wipe the tears falling on your cheeks. Din released your hand and pulled you into his lap, laying your head on his shoulder. One hand was on your back, rubbing circles into it as his other hand, scratched your scalp, his large palm holding it steady as you continued to sob quietly. 

It was cathartic relief. Relief that what you felt was in fact correct. You weren’t lying to yourself and misreading things. Din was making a life for all three of you.

The next month was spent looking at different plots of land with small homesteads on them. Navarro is a fairly barren planet, after living here for years, you didn’t expect much as far as the land was concerned. Though, going to speak to Greef with Din was…an experience. Greef, who you’d only seen give the salesman type of smile, had the biggest, shit eating grin on his face when you entered his office on your day off at Din’s side. He told Din that he’s though he’s been different, chipper even if the hulking man of metal was even capable of that. Turns out he was and it was with you. That didn’t surprise Greef, in fact, he suspected something the day he’d heard that The Mandalorian had threatened another hunter. Unless said hunter directly threatened his current bounty or his little green child, the Guild owner knew Mando didn’t give two wookies about what they said or did. Curious, he’d asked around and the staff said that it was a below average middling hunter who’d been trying to speak to you for more than a few minutes at a time. Karga then recalled that most times when Mando came to the guild, he took his jobs with you and reported them to you as well. From there it wasn't difficult. 

Greef told them, “The happy couple deserves a suitable place to live with their little one!” You were going to tell Karga that couple isn’t the right word, though if he asked, you wouldn’t know what else to tell the man, but Din held your hand and just nodded, letting him rattle on about stuff they’d need for Grogu and themselves. Din did tell him to stop when he started mentioning each room and its use. 

“We’ll determine that. Just tell us where the plots are so we can look at them and the dimensions with specs of the home on them.” Greef said Mando was too serious and asked how you’d be able to live with him. You simply told him,

“I took him as is, like he did with me. That’s all.” Greef sighed and said that mando was rubbing off on you because now you’re giving short answers. He handed over some plans, but said that he was going to show you both the places personally as it’s not everyday a Mandalorian you know finds his better half. The subsequent trips with Greef actually proved fruitful despite his occasional teasing and Mando sighing so much, you’d have thought that was the only sound the poor man made. 

Thankfully, you and Din agreed on one such plot that had a four bedroom home in a dome shape. You’d asked why the two of you needed so many rooms, really there just needed to be two rooms. One for the two of you and one for Grogu. Din didn’t give you a suitable answer other than he was sure that all the rooms will be used. Considering Greef was giving a significant discount, you didn’t argue, just wondered. Din did explain that he’s going to need to be gone for about two weeks, hopefully less going to the ‘a corner of the galaxy’ where Luke lives to pick up Grogu. 

In the meantime, you could expect a visitor, they’ll seem stern, but they’ve taught him much about life, The Way, and his weapons. Since you are his beloved, he would like you to meet her, but his mentor insisted on meeting you one on one. You agreed and asked Din if this too had a special meaning you wasn’t aware of. Din expressed that considering how quickly things had progressed, he didn’t want to presume or force anything. That would never be his intention with you. Expressing that you don’t plan on going anywhere unless your Mandalorian is the one to take you, he exhales. “Cyar’ika, I want you to become my riduur. It means…It means to become my spouse. To have each other’s lives fully.” The beam from your smile rivaled the glare from Din’s helmet as you took him in your arms, the steel of his beskar contrasting with the warmth you felt. 

“Yes Din. Nothing would make me happier.”

He touched his helmet to your forehead before departing. 

“We’ll be together soon. The three of us Cyar’ika.”

It was five days later, after Greef and a few of your coworkers had helped move the last of the things you had planned to take into your new home with Din that the woman appeared. To be more precise, she was a Mandlorian like Din was, covered head to toe in armor, but it was completely different from his. A simmering scarlet approached your home, adorned with a gold helmet that reflected the rays of the sun and a fur coat. You didn’t even notice the dark brown of her kilt or the darkened green of her pants until she stood a few feet before you. She spoke your name and asked if you were Din’s intended. You replied that you were and felt the need to stand up straighter. She commanded authority despite being very friendly. It was her voice, brusque phrasing and rigid body language. Inviting her in, you offered her a seat and some water or tea adding that you’d step into the other room until she finished it or said you could come back in. The woman introduced herself as The Armorer, you were sure she had an actual name, but like Din is often called ‘The Mandalorian’ she apparently is called her profession. She was to the point,

“I see you know that much about our culture. This is good. It is very important. I do not require any substance right now my dear. Have you seen Djarin’s face?” She waited for your answer which was easy to give. You had not and respected that likely due to status as a Mandalorian you may never see it. “This is pleasing to hear. Are you aware of the term ‘riduur’?” She inquired, you again said yes and repeated what Din had told you. A light chuckle left her gold helmet. 

“He explained the very basics I see. This is very good. However, it means much more than that. You will be charged with not only being as one, but any offspring, your own or found shall be raised as warriors in the Mandalorian tradition. Has he told you this?” Shaking your head, you indicate that he focused on the first part, likely due to not having had the discussion of children, though recalling your first session with Din, you don’t see why it would be needed. The Armorer crosses her arms in thought and nods. 

“The Mandalorian culture doesn’t demand that we don’t have children, does it?” You ask, curious. The tacturn woman shakes her head.

“No. Though we share our Creed and follow The Way, unless one and their riduur choose to, it is not forced or encouraged. That will be up to you and Djarin.”

“Is it an issue that he chose a partner that doesn’t follow the way?” 

“As long as the one who calls himself a Mandalorian follows our Creed and The Way, it matters not what or who they choose as their partner. However,” The Armorer continued, “using Djarin’s name or any Mando’a terms of endearment outside of your clan in addition to the removal of his helmet outside of his clan and exposing himself out side the three of you will result in him no longer being considered a Mandalorian. Understood my dear?” Her points are clear as the water you had offered her and remained on the table. Your nod has her uncross her arms and place them on her knees. 

“I will return when Djarin arrives. The process is simple for your riduurok.” You blink, you’re not sure what she just said as you walk her to the door. “I apologize, riduurok means marriage. They’re vows between you and Djarin and can be done privately, but he appeared to want me to be present and his foundling as well. To witness the binding of your partnership.”

“I’m glad we met then. He did impress upon me that you were someone very important to Din. I look forward to seeing you again.” The Armorer took a step back and chuckled, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I find myself feeling the same my dear. Djarin has had some…questionable judgment over the years, but it seems The Way had led him to his foundling and you. In this, we can find great jubilation and stability. This is The Way.” The two of you nodded in unison and she left, you watched her crimson armor until it disappeared over the horizon. 

Din had arrived at Luke’s, only to witness a fierce battle of the force taking place over…a frog. Apparently Luke had told Grogo not to eat it and removed it from his mouth. Grogu did not take kindly to this and used his powers to pick it back up, the poor frog was stuck in the middle of two stubborn force users. Djarin simply shook his head. He picked Grogu up, breaking his concentration. The little one was happy to see Din and Luke explained they had made much progress. On the way back, Din was telling Grogu all about you despite not really knowing if the foundling was grasping any of what he was saying. Din was very happy though, he would have his two favorite people together soon. The Mandalorian made sure to sent a holomessage to you to let you know when he would be expected back. In your excitement you asked him how to get in touch with the Armorer. Despite what she had said the last time, she had visited you twice. Once to take measurements in case you ever decided to don armor she told you and the other was to review the actual marriage vows you and Din would need to exchange. Din was surprised that his mentor took to you, she usually was indifferent to those outside of The Creed. You were a special woman indeed.

The dress you chose to wear when Din arrived back was a deep blue off the shoulder dress that fell just below your knees. You are wearing black flats because this is still the desert, not falling in this dress. After landing the Razor Crest behind your home, Din made his way to you carrying Grogu. It was on cue then that the blinding shine of gold was spotted on the horizon followed by the crimson armor. You hadn’t told her when to be here and neither had Din. The Armorer just showed up on time. The only thing she said when she stood before the three of you,

“This is The Way.”

Learning that it seemed Mandalorians in general seem to have impeccable timing, this didn’t surprise you, you did find it funny that Din appeared to be rattled. The Armorer told Din to gather himself and you took Grogu in your arms. He looked up at you with his big round eyes, 

“Patu! Pa..Patu!” He said, though you’re not sure what it means, he appeared to be happy. The Armorer took Grogu’s bag from Din and shook her head.

“You’re going to need time alone after. I shall take the foundling and review the history of Mandalore with him. Go ahead, both of us shall remain until you finish your vows.” Din nods and gives up debating for he knows it’s pointless. He looked at you and took your hands into his,

“We’ll need to say it together, alright?” You nod and you both count to three.

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar’tome, mhi me’dinui an, mhi ba’juri verde (We are one weather we are together or apart, we will share everything and we will raise our children as warriors).” The both of you kept your gazes on each other as you spoke your vows. When you finished, Grogu kept with his ‘patus’ to seemingly join in. It earned laughs from all three adults. The Armorer wished the both of you well and she placed a necklace in your hand then she started back with the little one, he appeared to be angry that he was being left out, but was calmed quickly by the stern woman.

“What did she give you?” Din asked on the way to your home. He opened the door for you and entered, happy to be back. He removed his boots at the door as to not track in the sand as did you. You opened your hand and saw a black knit cable with a small emblem of the same mudhorn that was on Din’s pauldron with one exception, it had a small star with two arrows toward the both miniature mudhorns on either side of the prominent one in the middle. “By the Maker, she created a new signet. I’ll need to have mine changed to match.” He hummed as he spoke and you chuckled, knowing that was a tell-tale sign that he was happy. 

As you two relaxed, Din described his trip to you in great detail as she told him about your interactions with the Armorer. It was Din who brought it up first, that he could now remove all of his armor. You had been curious since the first session what he looked like fully exposed to you, but like he had been considerate of your limits, you wanted to show him the same courtesy. 

“You don’t have to remove everything if you’re not comfortable Din. It’s alright. We’re married, yes, but there’s no pressure. We’re spouses, riduurs, so it doesn’t have to be tonight.” Din tilted his helmet and remained silent; he then stood and disappeared into the bedroom and soon returned with a blindfold. 

“Cyar’ika my riduur. Though I am nervous that you may not like everything you see, I still desire to show you. You are mine and I am yours. I once told you not to hold back, I shall do the same.” He spoke while blindfolding you and you sighed.

“Then why are you blindfolding me if you want to show me Din?” 

“One must set the stage for such a reveal Sard’ika.” His voice started out modulated, but after a hissing sound and a soft kiss to the back of your neck, became fuller and richer. 

“Din…did you just?”

“That I did, but you’ll not see my face until I prepare you for it.”

“I don’t see how-” Your question disappeared in the back of your throat as Din’s soft lips found the side of your neck, sucking on it. You heard the soft thump of something beside you on the couch and realized that it was his gloves for you felt his hands trailing up your arms. With the loss of your vision and that it had been two weeks since you had felt those rough hands of his, you felt your core warming already and quickly. 

Din stopped momentarily to move in front of you and cupped your face, he kissed your forehead, nose, both cheeks, but stopped short of your lips. He lingered in front of your face as his hands, lifted the hem of your dress to grab your thick thighs, his face then dropped between your breasts, nipping at the top of them as he applied pressure to the skin of your thighs, slowly parting them to allow himself closer until his breastplate was against your belly. Your moans made him start grazing your soft skin with his teeth, eventually biting the top of your dress and pulling it down so your ample breasts were exposed to him. 

“Mesh’la, you’re mine. All mine. Such softness, only I will know.” He cooed, taking a nipple into his mouth, your breath hitched and you reached for his head, only for his hands to grab your wrists. His lips released the erect flesh, “Not yet Sard’ika. You still haven’t learned patience.” He placed your wrists on his shoulders and reached under your thighs, carrying you as he’d done before, after you rode his beskar. Hearing you yelp and tell him to put you down only had him plop you down on the bed, and turn you to the side gently before giving your ass a squick swat. “We’ll continue here. And you’ll earn another one if you tell me I can’t handle you Cyar’ika. If I recall, you rode me on this very bed not too long ago.” He teased as you removed your dress. On the same token, Din removed the rest of his armor, every piece. He’d need to make sure to gather everything and perform maintenance on it later.

The bed dipped when he climbed on and tapped your hip, “Sard’ika. You’ll sit atop my face and ride me again as the queen you are. Come to me Cyar’ika.” He growled. This was a version of Din you’ve not known, he was even more aggressive than usual, but it’s made your thighs slick already. You crawled to his torso and when you reached his shoulders, took a deep breath and exhaled. He faced dangerous bounties, jedi, imperial forces and that’s only what you’ve heard of. Sitting on the face of the Mandalorian wouldn’t be the end of him would it? Surely not, you hope. 

One leg swings over his shoulder and you inch your way to his neck until you feel his nose, but you don’t relax yet. Din doesn’t feel your full weight on his face. This does not please him, but he understands why you’re nervous, then again, he’s seen you let go before and counted himself blessed that he’d seen it. A hand pops your ass and you yelp again, he rubs it and blows air upward to further tease you.

“What has gotten into you Din?” You ask, breathy and genuinely curious.

“I’ve imagined the many ways I would take you for quite a long time Sard’ika. I too can be impatient at times though I can regain composure usually.” His hands rub circles on your large ass cheeks and then work around to the tops of your thighs, “I refuse to do so now. You’ll not be the only one to let go. I haven’t tasted you for so long, you’ll deny me? Your riduur?” His tongue ran along your inner thigh and flicked in the nectar he found there. He didn’t force your hips down though, as he licked, you relaxed, “that’s it my love. Just a bit further. I’m parched from my travels and need to drink you in. Deny me no longer.” When his teeth sunk into your thigh, you yelped again and dropped, landing right on his face. It was only then when he felt your true weight on him, that he locked his hands and elbows into place so you couldn’t move.

“D-D-Din are you o-” Djarin was finally in the dark warmth he’d craved for long. He inhaled your scent and he laughed into your core as he heard you curse, he assumed from the sensation of air. It was then he began, his nose quickly found your clit and he backed off of it, not wanting you to come right away. No he would savor this, his tongue flitted with your entranced before seeping its way in slowly. Your hands were in his hair, and he couldn’t stop you. That did not matter now, feeling your walls trying to keep his tongue inside of you made him groan into your wet cavern. Soon, he felt your hips grinding down onto his face, harder and faster. His lips met your opening and sucked, hollowing his cheeks and mixing in slurps in between. It was when you were pulling at the back of his head, meaning in order to reach, you were doubled over and he felt the bottom of your belly on his forehead. A smirk formed on the bounty hunter’s lips as he decided to finally use his nose to poke your clit. Hearing you screech his name, was making him leak precum from this throbbing cock. He wanted to experience what it would be like inside of your hot dripping cunt, but he knew from previous endeavors, it was best to over-prepare you. Din’s nose pressed into your clit as he drove his tongue as deep as he could into your soft walls and he felt his entire face dampen. He flicked his tongue until he didn’t feel any more wetness coming forth and you stopped moving. 

You were panting, your body feeling like jelly. Where the hell did that come from and when did he learn how to do that? Feeling Din move your legs back, he flipped your forward on the bed so you were on your back and placed a pillow under your head. His torso was now between your legs as he snaked up your body. “How do you feel Cyar’ika?” He asked, he sounded genuinely concerned but you just nodded, still a little out of breath. He waited, running a hand over your belly, kneading it intermittently and you touched his arm,

“Din. I feel incredible…” You heard him about to speak and cut him off, “I’m ready for you. All of you. Please. I want to see you. Let me see you.” You pleaded, your hands waved around a little before finding his shoulders and then face. You felt a patchy beard, his soft lips, prominent nose that had your slick on it, thick eyebrows and his fluffy hair. “You feel handsome Din.” He chuckled as he touched your face.

“That’s only because you haven’t seen it yet.”

Your fingers run over his eyelids, pressing them slightly before using your thumbs to push past his lips and feel his teeth. “It doesn’t feel like you're missing either eye and from where you bit me and what I was able to touch, not missing any teeth either.” A grin grew on your face, “You would deny your riduur?” You deepen your voice to try and copy when he teased you earlier. Din’s head fell onto your shoulder before kissing it lightly.

“I won’t deny you any longer Cyar’ika.” His hands pulled off the blindfold and set it next to your head. It took your eyes a few seconds to adjust to the light, but when they did, a beautiful pair of deep brown eyes looked back at you. He had freckles, his beard had a little gray in it as did his mustache. There was a scar on his jaw that ran down onto his neck. His lips appeared even fuller than the felt and his nose was the centerpiece of the vision that was your husband. 

“You best not say anymore that I’d be scared off by your face Din. You’re perfect. My beautiful husband.” You reached up and pulled him down, capturing his lips with yours, he gladly let you in as your tongues swirled, your hands once again dancing in his hair. Din’s heavy cock dragged along your thigh and prodded your entrance before rubbing along your mound. You moaned into the kiss and pulled his head back, Din was set to continue when you spoke again, “Enter me Din, please.” He hesitated so your hand quickly found his length and he moaned as you placed it at your soaked cunt. “You shouldn’t deny me Din.”

Din nodded and reached down, covering your hand with his and guided the head through your folds. Just that stretch was enough to have your walls attempt to suck him in so he pressed further deliberately watching your face as you hitched your breath. He moved your hand as he continued to enter you and set it back on his shoulder. Din then grabbed your hip, digging his fingers into your plump flesh as his other hand cupped your face. His thumb traced your bottom lip, quivering as his pelvis became flush with yours. He called your name, then asked, “Cyra’ika, how do you feel? Are you alright?” The last thing he wanted was for you to feel pain again, but your core was gripping him so tightly he may not be able to pull out. 

“Dank farrik Din, I feel so full. Ah…give me a moment….” You gasped, parts that no one had been able to reach in so long were being carved into by your riduur. More than anything, it felt amazing. You ran your fingers along his face again, especially those lips that had made you cry not too long ago. A small peck from you dotted his cheeks and lips before you gripped his shoulders. “I’m ready Din. Please mark me. Make it so I drip with you and you can watch your work again.” A low growl erupted from Din as he simply nodded and began moving, drawing back slowly until only his head was still within you and thrusted forward, steadily increasing in pace. Your nails began to dig into your Mandalorian’s skin, maybe you’d make new scars for him. You would be able to look at them and know you made them, wrapping your legs around his waist and trying to have him even deeper. 

Din was pulsing inside of your tight cunt, he was holding on, but when your locked your legs around his waist, his hand that held your face, went down to your other hip. “Sard’ika, my love, I can’t be gentle anymore. I’ll ruin you now.”  That was when it began, his devastating pace. His hips rut into yours, his lips sucking on your neck, no longer watching your face. He wanted to, truly he did, he wanted to feel your tight cunt squeeze his thick cock as soon as possible. The marks forming on your neck and chest had you whining as you felt an even stronger wave bubbling in the pit of your core than before. It wasn’t long until he had it, your spongy walls closing around his length. Din moaned with you but did not come yet. No, he instead pulled out of you, leaving you with a blissed and bewildered look on your face. 

“Din, wha-”

The Mandalorian did not allow you to finish before he pulled you into his lap as he had done many times before, only this time, he spread your legs wide, exposing the sopping mess that was your pussy. Your hands found his broad back, pulling yourself close to him, but he took hold of your hips once more and lifted you up, lining your folds with his cock again and pulled you down, plunging his full thickness within you at once. The sensation caused another orgasim and he allowed you to lay your head on his shoulder, caressing your back as he warmed within you. “Maker, you’re the perfect place to be Sard’ika. I’ll mold you to my cock. I’ll keep making you sing.” Din licked your ear as he spoke, then kissed your neck. Now you were the one humming softly, but that wasn’t enough. It was much too quiet. “Let me hear you, Cyar’ika. You’ll give me another song and squeeze won’t you?” His teasing voice was even worse unmodulated and on your neck, his lips marking the words into your skin. It had you continuing to drip on his cock, he felt your walls quivering so he chose that time to thrust upward, moving his large hands under your knees to better lift you. Your nails scratched his back up and down as he rutted upward, the only thing you were capable of saying was his name, repeatedly and in increasing volume. Eventually your hands made their way back to his beautiful chocolate curls, pulling on them. You felt the rush of blood downward, knowing that you were going to climax again, however this time, Din was looking up at you, his brow drenched in sweat, furrowed and his mouth agape. Deep brown eyes studying your slack jaw as it formed a smile. He began giving your staggered thrusts before you felt the heat, though not your own. It was his, Din had spread his spend inside of you coating your walls, he called your name as your cunt milked him your all it could, the two of your rigid bodies frozen together before crashing in the middle of the bed. Din did not pull out of you though.

He continued to warm you as he softened and ran his fingers through your hair, gazing at you softly. “You’re so dear to me Cyar’ika.” You nodded and kissed his chest, spotting a dark brown scar, it looked like it may have been a stab wound. You ran your lips over it kissing it before doing the same with his Adam's apple. Your hand was back in his hair.

“I love you Din. I’m not going anywhere. We’re a clan now after all.” He hummed in agreement and reluctantly pulled out of you, but slid down you see his cum starting to spill out of you. You chuckled as you knew he’d want to look. “Admiring your work are you?”

“Yes. I don't see an issue with doing so. I enjoy the view.” He peered over her belly with a bright smile and you laughed, such a silly movement after such intense lovemaking. After continuing to watch for a minute or two, Din then went to the refresher, cleaning himself then brought two warm washcloths to wipe you down as he normally did. He then moved you toward the head of the bed and laid beside you, putting and warm across your soft stomach and placing his hand behind your shoulder as he laid his head on your chest. “You didn’t fall asleep this time, I assume after you rest you’ll be ready for more Mesh’la?” He kissed in between your breasts and laid his head back down, listening to your heartbeat. It was a little on the quick side but slowed after you laughed again.

“We just became life partners. Are you going to try and make me not be able to walk Din? I think I’ll need a bit of rest despite still being awake.” Your fingers twirled a few curls of his and scratched his scalp.

“If you cannot walk, I’ll be your legs and carry you Sard’ika.” He placed his chin on your chest and gazed into your eyes, “you’ll get a small reprieve for now but we will begin again. You asked me to mark you did you not? I would never deny my riduur.” Din used his large palm to hold the back of your head. “You will not be denied anything from me, in our bed or outside of it.”

Your face warmed from his declaration, Din Djarin was your riduur and you his. “Nor you from me. You’ll have everything I have.” The two of you laid together in bed, awake, just basking in being together without a set time limit. Now it was forever as a clan of three. 

Previous: Session Five

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One Piece Time Loop Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Nice To Meet You by too_addicted_to_fiction - Rated E

Same thing, every day. Bepo enters, Shachi offers a newspaper, and then Law wakes up. They check out the competition on Saobody, and then Mugiwara no Luffy wreaks havoc. Fight, sleep, repeat. AKA Law's stuck in a time loop, but he's not the only one...

But If Not Tomorrow by 8ball - Rated T

What if it was all as simple as asking, Zoro thought. Everything coming down to him just opening his mouth and saying a few words, rather than waiting, or fighting, or watching. What if being a man of action wasn't quite enough anymore, now that he wasn't some lone bounty hunter. (Groundhog Day au, where the local swordsman gets a little more lost than usual)

The Stages by auspizien - Rated T

After Zoro dies from a mysterious illness, Sanji is given the chance to correct it… again. And again. And again.

You, Drowning Between My Arms by ginger_snappin - Rated T

Usopp freezes. Stares. Tries to comprehend a single thing that’s happening. “Sanji…” he tries after a moment. “That was yesterday.” The cook slams his metal bowl of perfectly peaked whipped cream onto the counter. The mountains of white sugar fall flat. “No. It. Wasn’t.” “What wasn’t?” Luffy asks from the open door. Now it’s Usopp’s turn to jump in surprise. “NOTHING-!” “I stupidly turned down Usopp three days ago, not fucking yesterday!” Sanji screams. - Again and again, Sanji is forced to relive the day after he rejected Usopp.

the years between us by losingcontrolnow - Rated T

Zoro feels so pathetic, so weak and all he can think back to is him getting on his knees in front of Mihawk so he’d never have to feel so weak again. Still, the tears come — a disgusting tidal wave and he buries his face in the collar of Sanji’s shirt to hide from Sanji’s knowing gaze. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.” Zoro says, so softly that he isn’t even sure if Sanji hears him. “We’ll figure it out.” Sanji says, running his hand through the tuft of Zoro’s hair. “Don’t we always?”

Zoro wakes up on the day before his birthday. Then it happens again. And again.

What Happens when the Depths do Stir? by Anonymous - Rated G

It was a normal, average day when Monkey D Garp disappeared from Marineford. It was a normal, average day when that action changed the balance of the seas and brought many questions forth. It was a normal, average day when Garp woke up and decided he could no longer stay.

Somewhere I Have (Never) Travelled by alpha_hydra - Rated G

Now: the sun rises, and Ace lives. AKA, Ace lives, but it takes a while to get us there.

Time Turned Fragile by sinelanguage - Rated M

The first time Sanji dies cracks Reiju’s mask of indifference. Unfortunately for her, the first time Sanji dies is not the last.

Just One More by Anonymous - Rated T

Every D has a Gift, and every Gift has consequences. This is the story of an old man who remembers too much, and just wants to see his grandsons survive.

night runs over by lunarshores - Rated T

The New World is strange. There's not much to predict it, but Marco's definitely learned to be careful what he wishes for in the future. If he ever gets to the future.

Rerun by Nadare - Rated M

After Sanji is killed during battle, Zoro is thrilled when he gets to redo the day. At least until he realizes it's part of a terrible pattern that he must find a way to unravel to save Sanji's life for good.

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To The Edge - 2

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story tags: scifi romance, hijinks in space, rogues learning to trust, violence, blood, guns, death, explicit language, so much kidnapping,

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TO THE EDGE - CHAPTER 2.

“Stardust Solinoh Fairvell Malou,” they heard someone saying in the dark. It wasn’t a call, not searching for them or trying to get their attention. It was on the cusp of being a reprimand—a reminder of who they were and all the weight that should come with it. They called that weight pride, but it tasted like a threat. Their name wasn’t just a name, it was a full “Don’t you dare forget who you are. Don’t you fail. Don’t you fall short. Or else.”

Stardust woke with a choked groan, a spike of pain bursting behind their lids and burrowing deep into their skull. They forced their lids open against the onslaught of light, like it had been a challenge rather than a warning.

“Stardust?” someone asked, voice full of relief. Their name sounded strange in his mouth, different than they’d ever heard it before. “There you are.”

They lifted an arm to shade their eyes, squinting at the man beside their bed. The hum of the ship hit their senses and they remembered everything. Well, almost everything. How had they gotten on another ship? They sat up, vision blurring but arms pushing out to try to shove him away. The cuffs on their wrists rattled but they’d worn them for so long they’d gotten used to it.

He caught their forearms, holding on gently. “No, don’t freak out again. We’re on my ship, we’re off world and headed out of the area. You’re safe.”

Safe? He clearly had no idea what was going on.

“You fainted.”

Stardust wrinkled their nose only to wince at the pain that shot through that delicate bone between their eyes. “No, I didn’t.” They pulled their arms out of his hold to gingerly touch their forehead.

He huffed something close to a laugh. “Um, yes you did.”

“No, I didn’t.” They pushed at their temples, hoping that pressure might shift the pain rolling around inside their skull.

“Okay, you can keep saying you didn’t, but you did. I had to carry you. I think I’d know if you were unconscious or not.”

Stardust dropped their hands and squinted up at the man. Was he law of some sort? Or a bounty hunter? He looked like a bounty hunter… “And you want what? A medal for it?”

His eyes went huge and his mouth pulled into a grin, flashing teeth. It wasn’t the reaction they’d expected. “You are the most ungrateful kidnap victim I’ve ever dealt with.”

“How many kidnap victims have you dealt with?” Stardust asked quickly, trying to buy time for that splitting headache to wear off enough so that they could figure out what to do next. They seemed to be in the galaxy’s smallest medical room on a ship. His ship?

“How many? Really?”

Stardust waited, not letting pain or fear stop their eyebrow from lifting in brutal patience.

“Well, I mean… Are we counting the ones I personally kidnapped or just the ones I retrieved on behalf of rich criminals like your grandmother?”

Stardust felt a jolt cut through their spine, making them sit straighter. “Fuck you!” They kicked their legs off the cot, toes grazing the floor. They were still barefoot. Those pirates had stolen their boots.

The stranger laughed hard. “Fuck me? Like you didn’t know who bankrolled the chrome you were flying? You might be on a lesser-known branch of that particular family tree, Stardust, but blood is blood.”

They glared at him, because really, what could they say to that? Of course, they knew. And it seemed, even this far away from the Prime, everyone else knew too.

So that made this guy a cosmic bounty hunter or lacky of some kind.

He sighed and waved a hand at their wrists. “Let me see those cuffs.”

Stardust frowned hard enough to remember that their lip was scabbed, the pain so deep that it somehow felt like it was in their jaw. What was he going to do? Chain them to the cot? To the wall? If he knew who they were, then he was trying to get paid by returning them. He couldn’t kill them and, at the moment, they couldn’t get away from him. They lowered their arms, hands easing into the space between them.

He pulled a small tool from his pocket and started tinkering with the cuff.

“You can unlock it?” they asked, words coming out in a cracked whisper, forcing them to cough to try to hide the weakness there.

“What? Yes, of course, I can get these off you. You just have to pop this panel and then hold the reset button. It’s really easy as long as you’re not the one in them,” he said, doing just that.

The cuffs popped open and Stardust gasped, relief welling in their chest. It had been days since they’d had their hands free.

He tossed the cuffs onto the table beside the cot, still holding onto their arms, gently running his thumbs against their skin—not touching the deep purple rings but skirting them. “Your wrists are bruised but they look okay. Does that hurt?”

They winced but shook their head. “It’s fine.”

“Hm. Okay.” He let go and took a step back. “Take your clothes off.”

Stardust’s head snapping up to look at him, for a split-second doubting what they’d just heard. He waited. They jumped off the bed and tried to push past him toward the door. When he grabbed their arm, they kicked and screamed. They hadn’t spent a week fending off fucking pirates just to be creeped on by some bounty hunter!

“Woah! No kicking!”

“Let go, you creep!”

He pushed just hard enough to put them on their ass on the cot again and then stepped back, hands up but blocking the way out of the room. “I’m not a fucking creep, I’m just going to make sure you’re not dying, patch you up, and then give you something clean to wear. You can lock yourself in the storage room after that if you want. Spend the next two weeks snuggled up with my stockpile of meal bars until you’re back safe and sound.”

Stardust glared, dragging deep breaths and not liking how winded they were from just that little struggle. They really were in trouble. They had to lean back against the wall to keep from slumping over.

The bounty hunter sighed and tried again, “If you die because of internal bleeding or some stupid infection, they’re going to blame me for it.”

Stardust didn’t have to ask who “they” were. “They” were always the same people. “They” were their family. “So what?”

He laughed darkly, clawing a hand through his hair. “Thanks, Stardust. I appreciate how much you care about my safety.”

Stardust glared at him. He didn’t seem particularly affected by glares though. Instead, he sighed, like he had all the time in the galaxy.

“Take off your shirt. It’s literally crusted with blood and…is that puke?”

They didn’t look down. They were very aware of the state of their clothes. “It’s not mine.”

“Classy.”

Stardust didn’t budge. Was he serious or was he just trying to get a look?

“You’ve got nothing I haven’t seen before.”

They snorted. “Wanna bet?”

“Do I want to bet? Are you serious?” He laughed again. “Oh shit, are you really concussed? I should have scanned your brain before you woke up…”

“Too late now.”

The cosmic bounty hunter groaned. “Just take your fucking clothes off, Stardust. I promise I won’t maul you.”

They didn’t think he would maul them, not really. That wasn’t why they were still hesitating, just like it hadn’t been why they’d fought tooth and nail to keep that nasty piece of clothing on with the pirates. Still, they stalled, holding up one hand, pinky finger out. “Pinky promise?” they smirked even as they asked.

“Pinky— Are you serious?”

They waited.

“You are the weirdest kidnappee I have ever dealt with…” He rolled his eyes and hooked his pinky with theirs. “Okay, pinky promise.”

“You know the rules of pinky promises, right?” Maybe they did have a concussion…

#To The Edge #scifi romance #ride or die in space #audio script to chapters #own work #own writing #adventures of stardust and cosmic #<3 #dominimoonbeam #clover down #romance #adventure

[ficfinder-general]

Hi! I’m looking for fics where Cody is a father figure - preferably to Rex, but really to any kid would also be fine. Rating doesn’t matter much but for the length if possible over 10k? (If there arent any, shorter fics are totally fine!!) , fluff or hurt/comfort or something with a generally happy ending is preferred. Thank you!

Hi, sorry, this took me a minute :)

So, first off, there's some adorable art by @ccorthal depicting Cody as a dad to Rex, and fortunately, the artist has also written a fic called love hanging on. It's a one shot (~6k words) but it's absolutely adorable :)

Saint Valentine by Trixree (@trixree) is also a modern AU on the shorter side (6k). It's rated explicit, so parenting isn't really the main focus (which is Cody's one-night stand with Obi-Wan), but it is very much part of it. Rex is one of Cody's half-siblings he's raising.

Apart from this, however, I can't really recall fics in which Cody is Rex's dad. Although it could totally happen (especially in a modern AU), Rex and Cody are usually closest in age and their dynamic is more brotherly. And sometimes there's a kid, but the father figure is mainly Obi-Wan... That doesn't mean these fics don't exist, of course, so if anyone knows any, please don't hesitate to share!

Having said that, here are my suggestions involving other kids:

so I'll take the night shift by a_alene (@birdiedoessw) is an AU in which Cody is a bounty hunter post-Order 66, he finds Luke on Tatooine and takes him in, and Obi-Wan eventually catches up with them. Cody and Luke's relationship is gold, they have their own routine and everything. As a bonus, Cody is Force-sensitive, which might be a hit or miss. It's 30k long, there's some angst but it ends happily.

I stand here right beside you by Sarcastic_Writer (@morganwrites-starwars) ~40k long AU in which Darth Vader finds Luke when he's little and tasks Cody (still mostly under the chip's control) with raising him. There are some very sweet father-son moments between the two, some complications, but it ends happily.

a glimpse of what I call home by Sunfl0wer78 (@buckytheboss) a modern AU in which Cody is a sort of father figure to Boba. Boba is a teenager, so this one might be a bit of a stretch if you're more interested in kids specifically, but I really liked their dynamic. Boba's POV is very fun to read, but who can blame him when his older brother/father keeps being embarrassing... Overall, it's 27k long, really sweet and fluffy, oh and there's also dinboba in there.

#codywan fic rec #kid fic #brotherdad AU #modern AU #Cody raises Luke #Cody raises his brothers #canon divergence #dinboba

[sillymaxing]

Hi it's me again :3 give me angst hcs for a Tord x Matt pairing maybe?? Or for Tom x Matt!

Maybe I will do BOTH.

In this ask, everything is set in a timeline where Red Army invades very soon after The End. Like a months or two after Matt, Edd, and Tom move into a new apartment.

Note: I LOVE this ask guys. I didn’t really capture the angst like I could have in a fic. But I certainly described it!! Also, I didn’t implement any romance….. if you want that I can make another hc list :3

But NORMALLY I do platonic stuff.

CW: Gun violence, mentions of war, implied torture if you squint really hard, gore, near death experience, implied kidnapping, body horror. Let me know if I missed anything!

Tom & Matt Angst

For this, I’m honestly thinking about Matt and Tom getting separated first. Red Army invades, all 3 run, but Tom gets separated from Matt and Edd.

I think Edd would abandon Matt pretty quickly after feeling like Matt is slowing him down. Matt would have trouble swallowing his fear of what’s happening in the start, and Edd wouldn’t stick around with someone who he thinks could shift and join the Red Army, or surrender.

Matt would have to learn how to manage things on his own and fast.

Tom and Matt would regroup at some point, probably after Tom fends off some soldiers trying to attack Matt.

Maybe on his knees, shaking, with a soldier’s gun to his head. And then he sees the dude drop dead right in front of him. Tom runs up to Matt. THATS when they regroup, and Matt explains how Edd left. This totally won’t cause Tom a long-living grudge and hatred for Edd! I’m sure!!

Things will certainly get difficult when WANTED posters start showing up everywhere they go, and radio stations start to broadcast a description of Tom, Matt, and Edd, expressing the Red Army wants them to be turned in ALIVE.

There are different bounties on each of them. It seems like Tom is the one most sought out by the Red Army.

Matt certainly tries to convince Tom to surrender. It’s hard to get by on little food and shelter. Matt expresses that maybe Red Leader is trying to help them. Tord wants them alive. Not dead, not even hurt.

Tom inevitably gets kidnapped first, probably out to sneak by and steal food, leaving Matt at their current shelter.

Matt thinks Tom abandoned him too.

When Tom is kidnapped, he stands his ground for months. He doesn’t give in, doesn’t talk, withstands torture.

The next time he sees Matt, he’s in a Red Army uniform. Tom feels so betrayed, still being stuck in a cell. It’s obvious that Matt surrendered, gave in. Something else happened, considering the prosthetic face bits.

Their friendship is never the same. Matt is certainly forced to partake in watching over Tom. Tord encourages the idea that Tom abandoned him, so there is a constant feeling of anger between the two.

Tord & Matt Angst

Matt HATES Tord. At least in the beginning. Matt was the one who beat the shit out of him in The End with the robot.

But seeing his beautiful face on posters, saying Tord needed him alive? It put a little hope in his heart. Maybe Tord didn’t really mean to hurt him.

At some point, a while after he had captured Tom, Tord got a call about Matt having been captured.

What Tord didn’t know is that the people who captured him didn’t get the whole “Wanted Alive” memo.

Needless to say, they were both killed on sight the moment Tord arrived to retrieve Matt.

Matt was critical condition. He tried to run from the bounty hunters, but ended up getting shot in the head. Pretty gnarly, took his entire jaw off. But he somehow survived with only a severe flesh wound.

He was in a coma for a while. Tord really didn’t know if Matt would live, and wished he could go back and make the death of the bounty hunters a bit slower.

Tord considered Matt to be a friend of his. Leaving him in the first place hurt. Hurting him hurt. In the moment of exploding the house, Tord was filled with rage and nothing else. It was all meant to be taken out on Tom. Not Matt and Edd.

But afterwards, guilt ate away at him, gnawing at his bones until he was nauseous.

When Matt woke up, Tord stayed by his side for days, letting Paul and Pat take over duties for him.

Matt wasn’t a fan of this. Being cuffed to a hospital bed made it difficult to beat the shit out of Tord for all the awful things he did.

Matt found that he couldn’t speak. Just make noises. Apparently his tongue was still in tact, which was good. But having your jaw ripped off your face kinda inhibits your ability to communicate.

Tord tried to accommodate for this. He wanted so badly to explain everything to Matt. To hear what he had to say. To try and find some common ground. So he gives Matt tablet and notepad. It was his choice which one he wanted to communicate with.

But Matt wouldn’t indulge, and his days were spent moping, crying, and ignoring everything Tord had to say.

Of course, during all of these visits to Matt, Tord is telling Tom that Matt surrendered and is living a life of luxury.

Also, here’s a big kicker guys, Tord refuses to give Matt a mirror. No reflective surfaces at all.

Even after the surgery to implement the prosthetic jaw.

Of course, that wasn’t even the main concern. Getting Matt to be able to use it was WORK. Especially when the only time he accepted physical and speech therapy, the only words that would come out of his mouth were insults.

Slowly, Matt starts to break. He’s allowed out of the hospital room, even eventually allowed to see Tom. Of course, Tord tells Matt that Tom abandoned him.

It makes Matt rely on Tord a little bit. For like, ALL his emotional support. Tord is happy to help.

#eddsworld #ew tord #ew tom #ew matt #not romantic but I’m using the duo tags anyway #tommatt #matttom #tordmatt #matttord #ew edd #eddsworld future #blood and gore #kidnapping cw #red leader #red army #eddsworld angst #angst