Grasp & Tug
Inexperienced!Din Djarin x F!Reader
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Author’s note: This is yet again inspired by another beautiful piece of art by @immarocketman 🤍 If you wanted to you could imagine this is in the same universe as Uncut and Oral Fixation!
Summary: Din discovers he likes having his hair pulled.
Word count: 800
Warnings: reader is able-bodied, pet names (cyar’ika for you, baby for Din), hair pulling, oral sex (F receiving), crying during sex, dacryphilia, vaginal sex, cream pie, no use of y/n
Din Djarin loves having his hair pulled. It makes sense, being the touched starved man he is. And he discovered this kink by accident. The first time you pulled his hair he was in between your thighs, eating you out and making your entire body shake with pleasure. Without thinking you reached down in between your legs, intertwining your hands with his hair and giving his locks a tug. He let out a deep, guttural moan at the sensation. At first you thought you hurt him. You immediately sat upright, caressing each side of his face as you looked down at him.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you, baby.”
But to your surprise he looked up at you with a primal, hungry look in his brown eyes.
“Do that again,” he said in a strained tone before pushing on your abdomen to coax you to lie down again. This is out of character for your sweet, inexperienced Mandalorian. But you must’ve unlocked something inside him when you pulled his hair.
So, you obliged, resting back down on the cot and letting him have his way with your cunt, all while you pulled his hair and soaked the lower half of his face. Every time you tugged on his hair a little harder, he melted into putty in between your legs, letting out a string of moans and whimpers.
When he was finally finished with you, you sat upright and asked, “You really liked that, huh?”
“Cyar’ika, I loved it.”
“It didn’t… hurt?”
“It did.”
“But you liked that?”
“…Yes.”
“Hm, wonder what else you like,” you teased, lying back down on the cot.
He laid down beside you on his side, running his fingers along your outline, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
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That was how it started. Flash forward to several rotations later and here you are, riding him like there’s no tomorrow.
He’s sitting upright against the wall of the bunk. You’re straddling him, his cock buried deep inside you. You move your hips back and forth against him, resting your hands on his shoulders as you look deep into each other’s eyes. You’re both covered with a slick layer of sweat from the activities earlier that evening, already several rounds in.
“Cyar’ika…” he started, trailing off.
“Mm, what is it, baby?”
“Pull my hair.”
“Knew it was coming,” you tease.
You bring your hands to his hair, tangling your fingers in his locks and giving them a soft tug.
“Harder,” he moans.
You knew that was coming, so you pull a little harder. You’re still hesitant about inflicting any sort of pain on him. He’s a big, bad bounty hunter by day. But at night, he’s your soft boy, slowly working his way out of his shell.
He closes his eyes and says, “Pull. Harder,” his words coming out strained.
“…Are you sure?”
He takes a deep breath and opens his eyes slowly. To your surprise, there’s a few tears rolling down his cheeks.
“Din! You’re crying!” you say, bringing your hands to his face and wiping away tears with your thumbs.
He places his hands over yours and says, “It’s okay… I like it.”
“I know you like getting your hair pulled but you’re crying… Do you like that?”
“Kriff yes, cyar’ika.”
“Okay,” you nod, “Just tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”
He nods and you return your hands back to his hair and start the movement of your hips again. Tears are coming from his eyes in an endless stream as you grasp and tug his hair, harder and harder. It feels nice. It’s something to hold onto you as you ride him relentlessly. But it also makes you feel powerful, holding his hair in your hands and having that much control over his pleasure. Perhaps your innocent little Mandalorian has a kinkier side you have yet to explore.
Soon enough you’re coming against him, your walls fluttering around his cock. The pleasure electrifies your core and spreads outwards, feeling like all of your limbs are suddenly set aflame. You close your eyes and bring one hand to Din’s cheek, feeling his warm tears against your palm. Before you know it, he’s coming and crying profusely, both happening simultaneously.
After you’re done coming down from your high you rest against him. He rubs your back and you rest your head on his shoulder with a hand still in his hair but this time you’re stroking his scalp lightly, feeling him melt into your touch.
“That was amazing, cyar’ika,” he sighs.
“It was,” you giggle against him.
“What’s so funny?” he asks, a smirk evident in his voice.
“I never knew you were so… kinky.”
“I’m still exploring… But I’m glad to be exploring this with you.”
“You’re sweet,” you say, pulling back and smiling at him, “But there’s something else we need to explore.”
“What’s that?”
“Aftercare.”
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Okay so like, I’ve never requested anything so I don’t really even expect you to see this lol. But likeeee, can I possibly request a Din Djarin x reader, where neither the reader or Din know Grogu has the armor under his robe that the armorer gave him, and something happens where Grogu gets hurt and they both lose their minds before getting to him and realizing little dude is just fine. Please and thank you 🥹
Ooooh this is a good prompt. Speaking of, if you've asked for one then it's probably on my to-do list, but i am slow🤡. plus, updates of AFS and a couple other things come before random drabbles.
Din Djarin x Female!Reader
Word Count: 1.7k (i dont think I'm capable of writing less than a thousand words apparently smh)
AT FAULT
"don't let fear make your decisions." -Michael G. Manning
The quarry was laid on his back as a pool of purple blood began to settle in the sand under him. The twi'lek was motionless and your breathing was finally starting to calm. In one arm you held Grogu who seemed nonplussed by the violence at hand and in your other you held the still smoking blaster. When you managed to tear your eyes off the quarry's body they lifted to land on Din who stood stiff on the other side of the body.
"What the kriff was that?" Din snapped. His entire body was drawn taut like a wired rope pulled to tight. He was nearly vibrating in place and the anger that leaked into his voice was palpable. "Karking⏤ what the hell do you think you're doing out here!?"
His tone made your already irritable mood worse. You stuck the rarely used blaster back into the holster at your thigh. "Apparently, saving you! Maybe show a little gratitude!"
"Grati⏤” The word wasn’t even able to leave Din’s mouth. He stormed forward, boots passing the dead quarry, until he stood right in front of you. Close enough that the Mandalorian was forcing you to tilt your head up to look at him. You knew he stood that close on purpose⏤ he wanted to tower over you right now. “The two of you could’ve gotten killed! I told you not to leave the Razor Crest!”
“We’ve been on that ship for two weeks straight, Din!” You argued. “We just wanted a little fresh air⏤”
“I told you this quarry was dangerous, I said⏤”
“All your quarries are dangerous, Din. You⏤”
“When I tell you to stay on the damn ship,” Din grabbed your by the arm not holding Grogu, “I expect you to kriffing listen. Dank farrik, cyar’ika.” The way he spat out your usual nickname made you wince. “I told you this quarry was bad news⏤”
“And I told you that you shouldn't have taken the bounty!” You yelled and tried to yank your arm free. Din held on tight, and Grogu began to babble worriedly in your arms. “I told you we should take a break! Take a breath! We all need it, even you. Especially, you!”
You yanked your arm back again and this time it broke free. Din settled on placing his hands on his hips, but you could still feel his anger radiating off of him. Tempers had been running high the last few weeks, stuck on a close quarter ship while stressing over the Empire being on your heels, and it seemed the two of you were finally letting it come to a head.
“It’s naive of you to think we have the time for a break.” Din seethed. “I take bounties so we can afford fuel to run, food to eat, and⏤” He shook his head, taking in a sharp breath before continuing. “You tell me to show you gratitude? Gratitude because you risked yours and Grogu’s life for me?” Din took one step toward you and you took two steps back so he stayed a foot or so away. He pointed to himself. “Everything I do, my only priority, is keeping you and Grogu safe. Away from the Empire. So, how about you show a little gratitude and stay on the damn ship when I tell you to.”
Grogu whined in your arms and you shifted him to the other in a poor attempt to console him. You weren’t ready to climb onto the Razor Crest quite yet. You weren’t done with this fight. Din’s anger and words only spurring you on further.
“You think I’m not grateful for all you do?” You spat. “Of course, I am, you ass! I just hate watching you burn yourself into the ground for us. You need to take care of yourself too, Din. That involves taking a break now and then! That’s why I suggested leaving this bounty untouched. I just want to help.”
Din nodded once then tilted his head. “Right. Yeah. Putting Grogu and yourself at risk was a lot of help. I feel much better. Thank you, cyar’ika.”
You scoffed, “You know what, Din? You are⏤”
The sound of an unfamiliar chuckle and your eyes snapped from the dark t-shape visor to the quarry sitting up with a menacing grin. It took less than a second. It happened so quickly that your mind couldn’t register the movements fast enough.
A blaster raised.
A blaster fired.
And, you didn’t have the time to spin away. The force of the blaster bolt knocked you right off your feet and onto the ground.
You heard Din scream, the sound hoarse and raw and broken, then you heard another blaster go off. As you laid on your back, you realized you weren’t hurting. Your back was a little sore from landing on it, but you didn’t feel the sharp burning pain of a blaster scorching through your skin. That’s when your brain finally clicked. That’s when you realized. Grogu. Oh, Maker. Grogu. Grogu, baby⏤ Your eyes snapped down to see the little boy’s eyes closed and the front of his robe was blackened from the blow.
The scream that filled the air this time was yours. You felt the sound reverberate in the base of your throat, it rattled your chest, but the only noise you could hear was the racing heartbeats that pounded in your ears. You sat up, cradling him to your chest, and you could feel gloved hands pawing at your arms. Someone was trying to take him⏤ someone was trying to take him from you. You screamed once more, your body shook, and a gloved hand cupped the side of your face. Nothing registered until you saw Grogu blink his big eyes open. Your breath caught in your throat. That same gloved hand pulled aside Grogu’s ruined robe and the telltale shine of beskar stared back up at you. A mudhorn adorning the plate that Grogu wore at the center of his chest.
Grogu let out a soft mumble and smiled up at you.
“Oh, thank the Maker.” Din breathed. “Cyar’ika. Cyar’ika? Cyari’ka!” A hand titled your face up, tearing your eyes away from Grogu who was wiggling in your tight grip. You met the dark t-shape visor of Din’s helmet. “Are you okay? Did it clip you? Are you hurt?”
You shook your head and opened your mouth, but all that came out was a ragged sob. Even after Din pulled you both into his arms, you continued to cry against his silver beskar plated chest until your own chest ached from how badly each sob racked your body. Grogu seemed content to be squashed between you and Din.
Hours later, in the quiet of hyperspace, Din sat in the pilot’s chair with you on his lap, cradled against his body, while you held Grogu tight to yours. It seemed since the incident Din refused to let either of you go, and you had no desire to complain. Having his arms wrapped around you while you watched Grogu sleep was the safest you had ever felt.
“I’m so sorry, Cyar’ika.” Din whispered. His unmodulated words were muffled by the way he rested his face at the top of your head⏤ buried his lips into your hair to continue peppering light kisses anywhere he had access. In this position, your head tucked under his, you couldn’t see his face. “I am so, so sorry.”
You shook your head lightly. When you spoke, your voice was ragged from screaming earlier, “No, I am. I should’ve listened to you, Din. I should’ve stayed on the ship.” Your eyes began to water again. “I almost got Grogu killed.”
“No. No, that wasn’t your fault. Ner mesh'la cyar'ika, ibic hara cuyir pal'vut.” Din mumbled the end of his sentence in Mando’a. “You were right. I shouldn’t have taken that bounty. I can’t lose the two of you and I’ve grown… obsessive in trying to protect you.”
“It’s worked. You’ve kept us safe. If I had listened to you⏤”
“You’re not prisoners. I can’t lock you away from the world because of my fear.” Din cut in. You let your free hand trace down the small bridge of Grogu’s nose and he scrunched it up at the contact while staying soundly in his sleep. Nothing Din would say could rid you of this guilt entirely. If he wanted to claim the mistake he could, but that didn’t make it any less your fault as well. “Please speak to me.”
You closed your eyes and lifted your head so you could press a kiss against Din’s throat. He shuddered and sighed at the touch. “Can we just agree that this is both of our faults?”
“We can.” Din shrugged, his arms tightened around you. “But I'd rather you not take any of the blame.”
“Yes, well, unfortunately as we’ve learned, I’m not good at listening.” You mumbled.
Din chuckled. “Good. I don’t want you to blindly listen to me. Your ideas are equally as good as mind, if not occasionally better.” He closed the space to press a soft kiss against yours. It was sweet and tender. Not a declaration of lust or desire, but a reassurance that you were there. Din broke away to whisper. “But if you could at least let me know when you are leaving the ship, I’d appreciate it.”
“Only if you promise to take us somewhere pretty soon.”
“I’m already ahead of you, cyar’ika.” As he spoke, his lips brushed against yours and you had no desire to lean back away from him. Din moved his hand and you could feel his hand brush against the side of your arm every time he soothingly rubbed Grogu’s head. “Crest is on route to Naboo.”
You pressed another light peck of your lips against his before leaning your head back down against his chest. Din settled his head back on top of yours, and you felt the soft caress of his thumb against your arm from the hand that was wrapped around you. Din pulled you and Grogu a hair closer, and you reveled in the silence of hyperspace.
"Also, when did Grogu get a mudhorn beskar chestplate?"
"Your guess is as good as mine."
mando'a translations
Ner mesh'la cyar'ika, ibic hara cuyir pal'vut.
[My beautiful darling, this sin is mine.]
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breaking point
Pairings: Wrecker x afab!Reader
Words: 16707 (it wasn't meant to be this long but it ran away from me)
Warnings: So much fluff! Wrecker goes into 'protective mode' real hard. The old "skin-to-skin contact to stay alive' trope because why not. Slight dub-con but not really, not at all actually. Love confessions. Dirty Talk...or at least this is how I think Wrecker would sound when he's fucking your brains out. Fingering. Oral sex (female and male receiving). Safeword because I think it would be needed with someone as big and strong as Wrecker. Brief anal play. Squirting. Penetrative, Unprotected Sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong people). Manhandling. Creampie/Breeding Kink. Size Kink because let's face it, this is Wrecker we're talking about.
Prompt: "Let me see those eyes."
Summary: You and Wrecker are stuck in a storm when Wrecker leads the two of you into an abandoned cabin. The both of you try to keep warm until Hunter and Tech find a way to come to you without crashing the Marauder. You manage to get some rest, but it seems that your bodies crave each other even while you're sleeping. And to no one's surprise, it's your breaking point.
A/N: @imarvelatthestars, I promised you one last one and here it is. It's so so late and I do apologize for that. I am a sucker for this trope to be honest and I feel you you'll enjoy it too. @cloneficgiftexchange I apologize to you as well for posting this way past the deadline but I wanted to tag you any way because being a part of this gift exchange really pushed me to write more, for characters that I haven't written for before and I thought I would never write for, and I am beyond thankful for that. Do let me know if the characterization is not right and I'll make those changes.
If one of his brothers told him a day ago that you would be relying on him to survive, Wrecker would have laughed until he was crying on the ground. He would have said it wouldn’t happen in a million rotations before walking away to try and find you so you can laugh at the joke as well. But the truth of the matter was, your survival did depend on him now, not because he was smarter or had a better plan, but because of the sheer strength he could exert to get you out of a tough situation.
Which is what was happening now.
He glances to the side to ensure you’re still breathing, and he frowns deeply when he sees how blue your face is turning from the snow surrounding the two of you. He pushes harder through the thick layer of white preventing the two of you from reaching the cabin you spotted before the snow picked up. Kriff, if it were anyone else, Wrecker would not have been this worried about the inconvenient circumstances he found himself in. He would not have been as tense and he would have already started to complain about the lecture he was sure Hunter was going to give him upon his return to the group.
But it wasn’t just anyone. It was you. And the others would have every right to blame him if something dire were to happen to you.
None of that mattered to Wrecker though. The only thing that he cared about was your safety, and what he could do to ensure you make it through the night. He looks back again and curses when he sees you slowing down. Not thinking of how more difficult it will be for him to make a path to the cabin, Wrecker turns around and takes three large steps towards you.
“Come here,” he doesn’t leave any room for discussion, leaning down and picking you up with ease, and grumbling to himself when he finds you too weak to argue with him.
Maker, you were worse than he thought.
“You’re going to stay awake for me, right an’edee?” Wrecker shakes you in his arms, waiting until your eyes flutter open before he begins walking towards the cabin again.
“Th-that bett-tter not be a- a….kriff, an ins-sult!” Your teeth shudder through the warning, and if Wrecker wasn’t so worried about the frozen tear streaks on your cheek or the dark shade of bluish purple your skin is quickly becoming, he would have laughed at the pathetic comment and joked about how little you could do to him if he were actually insulting you. Wrecker doesn’t respond, no matter how much he wishes he can tell you that he wouldn’t stand the mere thought of you dying in his arms. This was not the time to bring up his emotions, and he wouldn’t want to put you in an awkward position since it looked like you were going to be alone for the next rotation or so.
He curses the weather, hating that Hunter was right in telling him to find shelter soon since they wouldn’t be able to come and take them. The Marauder was kriffed up as is and this weather would certainly put them all under if they were to come and rescue the two of you now.
No, the best option was to wait it out and hope some type of miracle happens where you stay alive and the rest of the Batch comes in time to leave the planet with the two of you still breathing.
“We’re almost there, don’t- don’t fall asleep on me.” Wrecker says as he holds you up with one arm and uses his blaster to push down on the snow and make room for his legs to do the rest. He normally had great stamina, but the weather conditions, mixed with holding you in his arms, puts a strain on his muscles. It wasn’t that you were heavy, far from it. You were always light to him as a matter of fact. No, it was the fact that you were holding on to him like he was your life line, and the proximity between your chests was sending him into a frenzy. There was armor and piles of clothes separating the two of you, but Wrecker was hyper aware of having you so close to him, and with each little harsh breath you took, he felt his cheeks flush a deeper shade of red because he can feel it so close to his jaw.
“Wake up, doc!” He notices that your eyes have been closed for longer than a minute, and when they flutter open and frown at him, he sighs in relief. It was better to have you angry with him than dead in his arms.
Fuck, don’t think of her dead.
“W-wreck, if you k-keep yell-lling in m-my ears, I- I…I’ll- st-top making you t-those coo-cookies you l-like so muh-much.” A strong gust of wind passes through, making you sob in his arms and nuzzle closer into his neck, the only bit of skin you had access to. Wrecker growls in anger, the sounds emitting from your mouth making him wish the group never agreed to Cid’s stupid mission.
Feeling you shake violently in his arms, Wrecker musters up all the energy left in his body and trudges through the mountain of snow, not paying any attention to the extreme fatigue his body was feeling as he moved faster towards the safety of the small house.
“I can live with that, mesh’la…as long as you’re still alive.” He isn’t really paying attention to what he’s saying, and he vaguely hears you gasp at his response. Wrecker looks down and sees your eyes widen in surprise, and he shakes his head in irritation because he already knows you were still planning on joking, even now when you were quickly becoming a human popsicle.
“W-who are you ‘nd wh-what hav-ve you done with m-my Wr-wrecker?” If he wasn’t trying to bring you to safety, Wrecker would have fallen to the ground at the sound of you calling him yours. Never in his life did he imagine he’d hear such a sentiment from you, and he hated that it happened now of all times. Your little slip is enough to push him those last few steps and when he gets to the cabin, he brushes the datapad on the side and tries to push the buttons, his patience wearing out in an instance when he notices that it was frozen over. Without bothering to find a solution to the problem, Wrecker punches the keypad twice, breaking it into pieces in an instant. He hears the sound of the metal door unlocking and he apologizes as he sets you down on your feet so he can try to slide the door open. It takes him seconds to make enough space for the two of you to enter and he pushes you through quickly before following along, immediately closing the door behind him and turning around to look for any covers.
He sees you huddled on the ground and reaches for you right away, holding you up in his arms again as he walks around to find a place to lay you down. He notices a fireplace and wonders briefly where the owners of this house were, but he doesn’t dwell too long on that thought, prioritizing your safety over propriety. When he finds a small bed against one of the walls, he sets you down near the fireplace and moves quickly to pull the mattress from the bed, knowing that you’ll need to be as warm as possible to survive the night. He brings it near the fireplace and carries you again, setting you down on it softly before looking around to see how he can start the fire.
“O-over th…there,” you point at the lighter on the ground near the hole in the wall and Wrecker grabs it immediately, thanking the maker that the two of you were somewhat lucky in finding this home. He sees some wood on the grate and quietly whispers his gratitude to the universe for offering him a break, and for leaving him the tools that may just keep you alive through the night. Setting aside his weapons, Wrecker takes the lighter and collects as many things lying around as he can, throwing them over the wood to get it to start burning quicker. He glances back at you and feels his heart clench tightly at the sight of your shivering form.
Within a matter of minutes, he has the fire going, its heat reaching you enough without setting the worn-down mattress on fire. He looks for anything to cover your body with, and when he finds a bunch of sheets lying around, he brings them all over and throws them over your shuddering body. Wrecker tries his best to cocoon you beneath the sheets, but when you don’t stop shuddering, his anxiety spikes dramatically and he paces around the small space to find anything that can help him keep you warm.
“W-wreck?”
“I’m here, just- just looking for…ahhh karabast, there’s nothing here.” His anger seeps through his worries, and he can’t find a single care to pay attention to his own cold skin, wanting to ensure you are taken care of first before he worries about himself.
“C-come here, pl-please.” Your teeth click through the request, and Wrecker sighs heavily before making his way back to you, he sits down beside your body and pouts when he notices that you weren’t getting any warmer.
“I don’t know how to make you feel better. I’m trying, an’edee. I really am.” His eyes are tearing up, and if it weren’t for the fact that he clearly looked extremely in distress about you and the circumstances the both of you have found yourselves in, you would have teased him about being so sensitive, and thanked him for caring so much. But he didn’t seem like he’d enjoy that now, so you try to think through several options to see if anything could be helpful now. You’re quiet for a long time, but when you feel Wrecker reach for your shoulder and massage your skin through the multitude of sheets, you remember what one of your trainers told you about extreme climates and how minimal resources can still be useful.
“Wrecker, I- I hav-ve an id-dea.” His face lights up in an instant only to fall in a frown when he sees you begin to push away the covers from your body.
“No, you have to stay warm.” He pushes you down and shoves the covers above you again, but you shake your head and hold onto his wrists to get him to listen to you.
“Wreck, we…we need t-to sha-are body he-heat. This will…oh kriff, we’ll b-both be wah-warm.” He gives you a strange look before studying his own body, his eyes shifting down to see how he could possibly help you right now.
“But…the armor is cold. How will that help you?” His question is genuine, and you simultaneously love and hate how innocent he continues to be even now.
“You n-need to tah-take off your-r arm-or ‘nd…and clothes. S-so do I.”
The world stills as soon as Wrecker understands what you’re telling him, and he removes his hand from your shoulders, unsure of how he should go about this new predicament. He turns away from you, wiping the tears from his eyes before searching the room one last time to see if he missed anything. He feels one of your hands reach for his own from beneath the covers, but he doesn’t dare look your way, afraid of what he’ll find if he meets your gaze.
“Wrecker, s-sweetheart.”
His breath hitches in his throat at the pet name, but he continues to avoid you, knowing that he will break down immediately if he were to look into your eyes now and see how vulnerable you’re being with him.
“Let me see those eyes.” He can never deny you any request. It was something he learned to accept early on ever since you were brought on as a medic to his group. Whatever you asked of him, he would do in an instance, not wanting to give you any trouble and wishing you could see the dedication and adoration he constantly held for you.
With the utmost reluctance, Wrecker looks down at you and finds you smiling deeply at him. He hates that you’re still doing your job and trying to support him through his panic. You weren’t the one supposed to take care of him now, but the opposite.
“Tr-trust me?” You whisper the question, waiting until he nods in response before you kick the covers away and begin to take your clothes off, layer by excruciating layer. Just as you remove your gloves, Wrecker stands to his height and makes quick work of his armor. When he’s down to his long sleeve shirt and cargo pants, he pauses and looks down at you, only to find you still very much clothed.
“W-what’s wrong?” He asks while studying your muscles, hating the way you smile reassuriangly at him yet again to calm him down.
“I- I can’t se-eem to t-take off m..my clothes. Yo-you’ll have to- to he-lp me.”
In his defense, he reacted much less dramatically than he thought he would if he were to ever hear you request such a thing from him. Without meaning to, Wrecker drops the last piece of armor to the ground as soon as he registers your words, the harsh, loud sound of plastoid hitting the hard floor making you jump and frown up at him. He vaguely hears you curse beneath your breath before you shake your head and move your hands in a gesture that is meant to make him move quicker.
“A-are you sure?” Wrecker knows it’s a stupid question. He was literally about to cuddle with you, so this didn’t really matter. But he wants to make sure he understands you clearly so he doesn’t think over his actions later on and wonder if he accidentally did something that made you uncomfortable with him.
“Wreck…hu-rry up and strip s-so you ca-n he-help me.” You whine at him, shivering violently on the mattress when the sound of the wind picks up and begins to shake the house. Wrecker swallows the lump in throat before he listens to you and removes his clothes.
So busy trying to think of anything else but the feeling he will have to endure when he has you in his arms, Wrecker doesn’t notice the way your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets when he takes his shirt and pants off to reveal his muscular, gigantic build to you. It was no surprise that the man was big. Hell, you often relied on his size and how easy it is for him to do something as mundane as carry an entire crate of weapons by himself. But looking at him now, in nothing but a pair of tight underpants, you can help but gawk at him hungrily, your heart threatening to freeze in your ribcage at the sight of his muscles tensing and flexing with each small movement he makes. His gorgeous skin is littered with scars, ones you wish you could spend your time healing so he doesn’t feel any more pain from them. But perhaps the worst of it all, you realize you don’t really want to fix any of them because they made him so perfect, so special and unique to you.
It’s what made you favor him out of the others.
The fact that he was hurt so many times and still kept that optimistic, humorous side of him shining brighter than the trauma and pain he’s dealt with throughout his entire life. You had it bad for him from the beginning, from the first time he joked about your height and how you couldn’t possibly be a medic because of how cute you looked.
Kriff, you didn’t think this through.
You were about to feel him wrap his entire body around you and you would have to sit there and deal with the impure thoughts and your own body’s reactions to being so close to him. You would have to keep yourself in check through an entire night of having skin-to-skin contact with the one man in this universe that you longed to feel more intimately. Everywhere.
“Hey, you okay?” Wrecker’s gruff voice snaps you out of your haze and you nod frantically at him before motioning for him to come and help you with your clothes. When he kneels down beside you, you do your best to avoid eye-fucking him any further, a task that becomes difficult with each second he spends kneeling beside you and giving you a perfect view of his thick thighs and muscular arms, and those kriffing tight underpants that leave nothing to the imagination.
You shift your attention to his fingers as they undo the fastenings on your clothes, and you think that his hands might be shaking as he begins to remove your outer robes but you brush the thought aside. No, it couldn’t be. He was probably just nervous for you, maybe even cold now that he was nearly naked, nothing more. He definitely didn’t share your feelings.
As he begins to reveal your skin to the harsh, cold air, your teeth tap against each other more violently, making him whisper the softest of apologies to you each time he removes a layer from your shivering body. It’s only when he has you down in nothing but a shirt and the thermal leggings you wore beneath your cargo pants that he stops touching you and removes his hands from your body.
“W-what’s the matt-tter?” You ask hesitantly, afraid he was seeing something that you weren’t aware of.
“I uhh, I wanted to ask if you’re sure about this. Before I- before I take off any more of your clothes.” If you weren’t near hypothermia, you would have told him that he was such an adorable gentleman for wanting to receive consent from you one last time. But with each second that passes and you shudder in your own skin, your patience thins out. So you do the only thing you know will get him to see how much you need him.
You beg.
“Please…Wrecker, I- I need you. N-need your war-rmth, need to f-feel you ag-ainst me.” You reach out for his hands and bring them to your shirt once more, barely holding back from sobbing when you see his expression shift instantly to one of-
Well, you weren’t actually sure of the look he was giving you now.
It doesn’t matter, however, because Wrecker jumps into action right away, dragging the edge of your shirt above your arms and throwing it aside before getting to work on your pants. You clench your thighs when you hear the sound of the zipper coming undone, but remember that you don’t want to make him uncomfortable by how unholy your thoughts were.
Little did you know that as Wrecker pulled down your pants and chucked them aside, he was having similar thoughts as you. With each bit of skin he revealed to his gaze, he had to think of anything other than how soft you’d feel against his skin. He can feel his cock harden in his underpants, and the last thing he wanted was to make this night worse by looking like a creep who just wanted to take advantage of a wounded woman in his arms. Wrecker bites into his cheek to focus on anything but how pretty you looked. It’s only when he hears you whine his name again that he snaps out of his haze and looks down at you.
Fuck.
He should have been more careful when he tugged the shirt above your head.
“Uhhh is- is that supposed to be this loose?” Wrecker points at the chest band slowly unraveling from around your breasts and he turns away immediately when you look down and see what he’s referring to.
“For k-kriff’s sake Wreck, I- I’m about to d-die and you…you’re wor-rried about my b-boobs?” He has every right to be embarrassed. He knows that. You know that. The stupid winds outside know that. But unfortunately for him, you often cracked jokes when you also felt embarrassed, and this situation was definitely the worst moment in your life.
Never in your life did you think Wrecker would take your clothes of so you can stay alive and not to fuck your brains out.
Thankfully, the house creaking and shaking brings the two of you back to reality and Wrecker looks down at your body once more, quietly studying you for a moment before growling something beneath his breath as he moves beside you. He makes sure that he’s on your right side and not your left so you can have access to the fireplace, and you nearly cry from how thoughtful he’s being. But then you feel his skin slide against your own and your flesh erupts in goosebumps, ones that you know Wrecker will notice and wonder why they weren’t present before. He slips beside you and puts his arm out, shutting his eyes in pain when you immediately turn in his arms and cuddle your whole body into his side. He can feel your hair tickle his inner arm and he smiles to himself for a moment, pretending that you were currently laying nearly on top of him because you wanted to and not because you had to.
Then you bring your whole lower body against him and slip your leg in between his thighs and he almost jumps out of the bed and away towards the fire.
“Ah karabast, you’re so cold!!” He yells dramatically, looking down at you and regretting his comment when he sees the guilty look that overtakes your pretty features. You remove your hand from him and begin to turn away, but he is much quicker than you, grasping your wrist and bringing you back against his chest until you’ve settled down again.
“I’m sorry an’edee, I didn’t mean to scare you.” His apology is too sweet to your ears, and you brush it aside to keep a hold on yourself. Wrecker mistakes your avoidance for discomfort and he feels bad for being stuck with you. He may have only had one eye but he wasn’t blind to your reactions, or those of the women the batch often came in contact with.
Everyone loved Hunter, it was hard not to. His brother was arguably the best looking, and even Crosshair got more attention back during the war. Women tended to like the bad-body aura they both exuded. But him…no, he rarely received a second glance. People would complain either about his size or how childish he was. They were never interested in him.
And he hated that this wasn’t any different now. Wrecker pouts as he slowly wraps the arm you’re resting your cheek on around your shoulder, bringing you closer to his chest so you don’t see the sad look he is sure he is sporting now. He quickly pulls the covers above the two of you, tucking you in to the best of his abilities before looking up at the ceiling to avoid any eye contact with you.
You’re still shaking in his arms, but as time goes by, Wrecker feels you relax in his arms and grow warmer. Before the end of the hour, your feet and legs are nowhere near as cold as they were when he came into bed with you. He thanks the maker that your plan worked, and although he’s a little cold himself, he thinks nothing of it and checks on you every once in a while, sneaking a few glances at you to see if you’re still awake.
“Maker, I thought I’d never feel my toes again.” You break the silence all of a sudden, making Wrecker look down at you and smile when he feels you wiggle your feet against his calves. Even now he’s much taller than you, and you have to tilt your head back farther than normal to get a proper look at him.
“Thank you Wreck, you saved my life.” You smile at him, nuzzling into his biceps when he returns the expression and taps your shoulder twice to let you know that he didn’t mind.
“It was nothing, mesh’la. I’m just glad you’re still alive and breathing.” There it goes again, the slip of the tongue he always experienced when you looked at him with those beautiful, innocent eyes of yours.
“What do those words mean?” You don’t realize you’re drawing random patterns on his chest until you ask him the question and he completely misses it, his focus never wavering away from your fingers or his chest.
“Huh?”
“I’m assuming they’re Mando’a, but I don’t know what they mean.” At the mention of his native language, Wrecker’s eyes widen in horror and he turns away from you, choosing to stare at the opposite wall as if it was much more interesting than the conversation now.
“It’s uhhh, it’s nothing. Don’t- don’t worry about it.” Wrecker attempts to distract you, but you’re determined to know what they mean. Something about the way his tone of voice turns gentler when he says those words makes you think that they’re special nicknames, perhaps even ones that a lover would call his significant other to convey how much they care.
“If you’re calling me something bad, I swear I won’t talk to you anymore.” You mean to joke with him, tease him a little to get him to tell you what those words mean. But Wrecker takes your response to heart, and he meets your gaze suddenly, his eyes swimming with an anxiety that rivaled his worries for you hours ago. He squeezes your shoulder tightly, and you know he isn’t aware of what he’s doing because he turns fully in your arms and makes sure you’re staring right at him before he replies.
“I would never call you something bad. You have to know that! I- I just…I can’t tell you what they mean.” His voice is filled with panic, and you feel bad for teasing him too much. Before he can throw himself in a frenzy again, you reach out and cup his cheek softly, rubbing the corner of his lips with your thumb to soothe his worries away.
“I was only kidding Wrecker, I didn’t mean it. I know you’d never say anything bad about me, I was just joking.” You enunciate every syllable, wanting to make sure he fully accepts that you were only messing around with him and don’t actually believe he’d say something rude to you.
“You promise?”
“Yeah, yeah I promise.”
You look into his eyes for what feels like hours, and as you lean into his space, eyes searching his own for any hesitation to how close you’re moving into him, a loud cackling sound emits from the fireplace and scares the two of you. Wrecker goes into protective mode instantly, pulling you harder into his chest and wrapping his other arm around your back to keep you safe. He doesn’t mean to be aggressive in the way he handles you, but when he takes hold of the back of your neck and shoves you into the space between his shoulder and his neck, you gasp at how easy it is for him to take control of you, how natural it felt to touch him so intimately and have him grab you with such intensity. Instead of reassuring him that you’re fine, you give in to the moment and wrap your arm around his waist, not bothering to get it around his whole back and instead choosing to roam your hand over the muscles contracting and flexing beneath his skin. He remains still for a while, and you smile when you realize it’s probably because he wants to make sure that the fire wasn’t about to spill out and burn the whole place down.
Taking in a deep breath, you rub your thighs together when the scent of his musk, mixed with whatever soap he uses to wash himself, hits your senses, nearly driving you into a lust filled haze because of how spicy and sweet his smell is to your desperate senses. You’re about to stick your tongue out and lick across his jugular when Wrecker pulls you back and rests you on the mattress again. He’s still eyeing the fireplace, but when he looks down and meets your eyes, his nervousness comes crashing down with a force of a thousand battle droids. He stops breathing immediately, taking in the sight of your dilated pupils and parted lips, and wishing you were reacting this way because he held you in his arms and not because you were afraid of the fire cackling behind you.
His eyes move to your lips for a split second, but he remembers his plan of not being creepy with you and decides to lay back down again. You clear your throat and rest your cheek on his chest once more, avoiding any and all eye contact with him so you don’t accidentally do something that crosses the boundaries between the two of you and makes him regret every helping you out.
“Get some rest, an-” he stops himself before he says the rest of the pet name, shaking his head before turning his attention to the ceiling again. “Get some rest, doc.”
“Good night, Wreck.” You whisper against his skin, accidentally grazing your lips against his pectorals and sending a fresh wave of arousal down his spine, one that shoots straight to his cock and hardens him in a matter of seconds. He thanks the heavens that he isn’t spooning you now, knowing that you would probably feel his hard-on if you were in a more compromising position than the one you chose.
“Hmm.” Wrecker doesn’t dare try to speak again, knowing that if he were to attempt and form a longer response, he’d either give in and confess his feelings, or throw all caution aside and show you what he’s been thinking of doing to you ever since he met you.
He shuts his eyes to get some rest, but as the night goes on, and the wind doesn’t stop howling outside, Wrecker barely manages to sleep. Even worse, each breath you take sends a shiver down his spine, and he looks at you every once in a while, unable to hold himself back from enjoying the close proximity to you. He can feel your skin growing warmer as time goes by, and he thanks the Force for allowing him to be the one helping you.
Then his eyes trail down and see the top of your breasts and the smile drops from his face. Wrecker swallows the lump in his throat, and he unintentionally squeezes your shoulder tightly to bring you closer to him. The action makes you groan, and Wrecker fears that he’s woken you. He stops breathing, afraid that the slightest motion of his chest rising and falling will wake you up. A few minutes pass by and when he’s sure you’re still asleep, he forces his muscles to relax, only for his entire body to go rigid again as soon as you let go of him and roll on your back.
His eyes widen in horror when he notices the band around your chest sliding down your breasts and revealing more of your soft skin to him. Wrecker turns away immediately, not wanting to take advantage of the trust you clearly had in him. He slams his hand over his eyes, silently wishing for a miracle to happen so his mind doesn’t go insane. He has you so close to him, touching him where he dreamt for so long, but you were still out of reach.
The sudden movement of your whole body makes him panic and he looks down in time to see you turn around and face the fire. You nearly topple from the mattress towards the source of heat, but Wrecker quickly wraps his arm around your waist to keep you from accidentally burning yourself. You stop moving for a moment, and he sighs in relief, wondering to himself how you managed to stay alive all this time when you were so clumsy. He tries to slide his arm away from your stomach but your hand is immediately on him, pulling him back against you. Wrecker grumbles to himself, tugging his arm a little harshly so this night remains in tact, more or less, but you’re even more aggressive in your sleep, and without caring for the strain you’re putting on the man behind you, you grab his arm and pull it hard, sending his entire body crashing into your back and engulfing you in his heat.
Wrecker can’t believe what’s happening to him, and he sits up on his elbow to see if you were awake and just playing a joke on him. But as he suspected, you’re fast asleep, snoring lightly and enjoying the heat you were receiving from all sides. He looks around to see if there’s anything he can place between your backside and his crotch, knowing that the longer he remains this close to you, the more his body will react to your proximity without thinking much of the consequences. He lays back down and puts as much space between your bodies as he can, and it works for a while too. Wrecker is on high alert now, knowing he won’t get an ounce of sleep out of fear of doing something to you while he’s unconscious.
The loud thundering of the snowstorm makes you jolt in his arms, and he’s about to check on you to make sure you’re alright when you scoot closer to him, until there isn’t an inch between your back and his front. Wrecker frowns, slamming his head down on the pillow and willing himself to think of anything but how perfect and warm and soft you feel in his arms. To make matters worse, you hug his arm and bring it to your face, nuzzling into his wrist as sleep continues to overtake your mind and torture the poor soul trying to keep you alive. Wrecker can almost feel the rise and fall of your breasts with each breath you take, and he shivers when your breath roams over the sensitive skin of his wrist every couple of seconds. You’ve completely taken over his mind and body, and you weren’t even aware.
“Kriff,” he whispers to himself, regretting ever coming on this mission with you. Before tonight, he had to conjure up dreams of having you the way he always wanted to. But after this night, he’d have to live on as if he didn’t know exactly how you felt in his arms, how sweet you smelled to him, how easy it would have been to tease you until you’re awake before begging you to touch him the way he wished. He’d have to pretend that tonight didn’t mean the world to him.
The nostalgia that hits him is unbearable, and it’s enough to calm his body, as if the thoughts of the future built a wall between him and you, one that was convincing enough to have him not react so viscerally to you.
Wrecker shuts his eyes, surrendering himself to the floral scent of your hair and allowing your warmth to finally lull him to sleep.
It’s hours later, but too soon for him, when he finally jolts awake from the best sleep he’s ever gotten in his life. A quick glance outside lets Wrecker know that it may be the morning but the storm was very much still roaring outside. He looks behind him to see if he’s received any coms from Hunter, and when he doesn’t see any flashing lights signaling a message from him, he rests back down and yawns tiredly, shutting his eyes once more to try and steal some rest again.
A soft moan fills the silent room, and although it is barely audible, it sounds like an alarm to Wrecker’s ears. He’s wide awake in an instant, his mind trying to understand whatever sound just emitted from you, and when he decides that it may have been a figment of his imagination, you roll your ass against him and push your lips into his wrist, groaning into the damp skin too lewdly for the man behind you to ignore.
Wrecker freezes, his muscles tensing painfully beneath his taut skin as soon as he feels you grind into him harder. For a brief moment, he thinks this may just all be a dream, a beautiful, unadulterated sensation his mind was conjuring up in his sleep because of the proximity he held with you. But then your tongue sweeps over the pulse point on his wrist and Wrecker knows he’s wide awake.
He’s wide awake, and you are touching him as if he belonged to you.
As if you belonged to him.
The hand on your hip squeezes you, sending a jolt of hot energy down your spine and making you push your body into Wrecker’s front even more.
“Kriff,” he swears beneath his breath, shutting his eyes and surrendering to the pleasure for a second.
But the second becomes two…then three…then four.
And before he knows it, Wrecker is rolling his clothed, hard cock into the curve of your ass, biting into his cheek to silence himself from spilling compliments of how perfect you feel against him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows this is wrong, that he shouldn’t be taking advantage of your unconscious form as you unintentionally used him to please yourself. Wrecker knows, more than anything, that he should remove himself from you and wake you up so things don’t become awkward between the two of you.
But you feel so kriffing good against him, and he’s only dreamt of having you like this for hundreds of rotations.
“Hmm, please….W-wreck, I need more.”
The whispered words are all he needs to snap out of the haze you’ve thrown him into, and without meaning to, Wrecker pushes up on his elbows and questions what you just said rather loudly.
“What was that?”
The sound of his gruff, booming voice wakes you in an instant, and you sit up quickly, immediately grabbing for the nearest object you can find to defend yourself from whatever is happening. You look around confusingly, adjusting your eyes to the reddened darkness around you. When you realize nothing is trying to kill you, you turn around and look at Wrecker to ask him why he nearly made you deaf.
All questions roaming around your mind evaporate into thin air when you look him over and take in the disheveled state he’s in. His skin is glistening with sweat, and you wonder briefly if it is because he runs hot in general or if this was because of how close you were to him for the past few hours. You blink the sleep from your eyes as you study him further, and before you can remind yourself that you shouldn’t be ogling him so openly, your attention shifts south and you notice a prominent tent in his underpants, one that sends your heart fluttering wildly in a matter of seconds.
Maker, you knew the man must have been proportional, but nothing could have prepared you for how blessed he is.
The thought of touching him, feeling him beneath the palm of your hands as you made him whimper your name in ecstasy, instantly reminds you of what you were dreaming. You feel your face flush with heat as you recall the filthy images your mind conjured up while you were asleep. You knew being in his arms would probably throw you into a horny frenzy, but you didn’t think it would be so instantaneous, so vivid. You could almost feel his cock push against your pulsing core, and you clench your thighs together to alleviate the pressure building inside you. It’s only when you hear Wrecker clear his throat that you remind yourself to keep it together. The last thing you want is to give him any inclination of what you were dreaming of, and you knew for a fact there would be no escaping the awkwardness any time soon, not until the rest of the Batch rescued you.
“Umm, you- you should fix your-” Wrecker doesn’t finish the sentence, and you blink at him for a few seconds, wondering what he could possibly be going on about. You follow where he’s pointing, and nearly fall backwards in horror when you look down and see the chest binding no longer covering your breasts. You cross your arms around your chest instantly, all the while trying to figure out how to fix the band without giving Wrecker an eyeful of your skin.
“I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to look.” Wrecker breaks through the frantic movement, and you look up to see if he was being genuine or teasing. You can tell immediately how apologetic he is from the way he’s staring down at the sheets beneath you, and the pout he was unintentionally seducing you with.
“It’s okay, it’s not like you tugged on them or anything.” You try to diffuse the tension with a chuckle, but Wrecker continues to avoid you, his frown only deepening the longer you try to fix the binding.
“Wrecker, is everything okay?” You give up on covering yourself, and instead drag the sheets from around you, wrapping them haphazardly around your shoulders to hide the effects your body is undergoing from being so close to Wrecker.
“I’m sorry an’edee,” if you didn’t know better, you’d think Wrecker was apologizing for the predicament you found yourselves in. But from the way he was avoiding your gaze, and how tense his muscles remained even now, you know there’s something else on his mind.
“For what?”
“I touched you…while you were sleeping. I- I didn’t mean to, I swear. It’s just…you felt so good, so warm and…perfect. I tried to stop, believe me I did…but you kept moving against me and teasing me with those sweet sounds, and I nearly lost it. Then you moaned my name and told me you wanted more and I-...I just wanted to feel you.” Wrecker looks up for a second, and when he sees the way your eyes are glazed over in shock, perhaps even disgust, he turns his sight away and hunches over to make himself appear smaller so you don’t think he’ll try anything with you.
It’s quiet for longer than he likes, but Wrecker swears he won’t try to make any more excuses, especially since it wasn’t really your fault that you were touching him so intimately in your sleep. It didn’t take a genius to know that no one is ever truly in control of their dreams, so he couldn’t fault you for what you were doing.
He was the one who was awake. He had full control of himself and you.
And he chose to betray your trust.
Regret and turmoil roll off of him in violent waves, making you wish you were brave enough to tell him that it wasn’t his fault. You aren’t sure what exactly he did while you were sleeping, but you know that he didn’t cross any lines you’d consider awfully inappropriate. As far as you were concerned, his underpants were still on, and so were yours. He even apologized for looking at your chest while trying to warn you about your binding. There was no way he wouldn’t tell you if he did something more.
You trusted him that much.
A hundred responses brush through your mind, but you know he won’t feel better until he’s made aware of the reason behind your own behavior. There was no way out of this that wouldn’t be awkward for you, or him, or worse…both of you.
“It’s not your fault, Wrecker.”
“I was awake, and you were sleeping. It is my fault.” He furrows his eyebrows as he looks up at you, only for his body to relax completely when he sees you biting your lower lip and slowly letting go of the sheets around you. He glances to the side to give you some bit of privacy, swallowing the lump in his throat when you shift around until you’re kneeling in front of him, completely nude except for the fabric covering your lower half. He can almost see your skin from his periphery, but he keeps his gaze away from you, afraid of how he’d react if he were to look upon you again.
“But…I was the one dreaming of you Wreck. I- I was the one moaning your name to try and get you to fuck me harder in my dream.” The words fall from your lips easily, and you feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders as soon as Wrecker slowly turns to look at you, disbelief and hope etched on his beautiful features as his mind registers what you just confessed to him.
“I was the one begging you to make me cum…gods, I needed it so badly Wrecker, and I could feel you bringing me close to that sweet pleasure. I was so close, but then you woke me.” You hope you aren’t making a mistake by revealing to him your heart’s desires, mostly because you’re not sure what you would do if he turned you down now.
Like everything else, it takes a second for Wrecker to react, but he doesn’t respond the way you think he would. He looks in between your eyes as he slowly reaches for your hands. You look down to see what he’ll do, and nearly feel your heart leap out of your chest when he brings both of your palms to his cheeks and shuts his eyes.
“I didn’t think you wanted me…not- not in the way I wanted you.” For a man who always had a lot to say, you’re surprised he responds with such a simple confession of his own and not something more dramatic.
“How could I not want you? You’re amazing.” You don’t hesitate, not in your words, nor in the way you move closer to him until you’re straddling his thighs. Wrecker’s breath hitches, and you smirk at him as you throw your arms over his broad shoulders and kiss the corner of his mouth.
His arms are around you soon after, nearly crushing you with the weight and strength of them as they wrap tightly around you and bring you flush against him. You feel your nipples harden as the hair across Wrecker’s chest slides against your breasts, and before you can say anything else, Wrecker smashes his lips with your own, swallowing your surprised moans as he shoves his tongue in your mouth and finally tastes you.
You’re shocked by how forward he suddenly becomes, but you don’t dare question the spike of confidence coursing through his veins, knowing that he might turn shy again if he so much as smells reluctance on you. Giving into his possessive touches, you part your lips and let him have full control of every inch of you. The passion he offers you is overwhelming, but you don’t dare ask him to calm down, the need to feel him overpowering you and taking everything he wants from you outgrowing any thoughts you had regarding your safety.
Wrecker can’t believe you’re in his lap, grinding down on him as you allow him to kiss you just as he dreamt he would if he ever had you naked and willing in his arms. He breaks the kiss to allow the two of you to breathe, but as he’s about to lunge for you again, his eyes roam down your body and watch as a bead of sweat rolls down your neck, to your sternum, until it slows down in between your heaving breasts. He forgets how to breathe for a moment, the sight of your hardened nipples awakening something deep inside him, something that whispers for him to bite and lick across your chest until you’re screaming his name.
Without a warning, Wrecker leans down and licks across your breast before taking your nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting on the sensitive peak until he feels your nails rake across his shoulders, down the muscles of his arms. He growls at your touch, grazing his teeth over your flushed skin until you’re moaning his name again.
“Oh my maker, W-wreck…your mouth feels so good.” You throw your head back, giving Wrecker more access to your skin so he can mark it as he likes. Wrecker doesn’t waste a second, leaving marks with his teeth and hands over every inch he can reach, and before you know it, he’s laying you down and settling in between your thighs. You grab the sheets beneath you in an attempt to hold onto whatever sanity is still left in you, but as Wrecker drags his calloused palms down your body and over your thighs, you can’t help but think of how he’d feel when he finally takes you.
“Wreck…I need you. Need you to fuck me, please.” You open your eyes far enough to look down and watch as Wrecker digs his fingers into the flesh of your thighs and stomach, waiting until visible marks appear on your skin before he moves to another part of you that isn’t bearing his mark just yet. He looks up and meets your eyes for a second, and you think he’s finally going to put you out of your misery and take what he wants.
But he doesn’t move a muscle, waiting until he has your undivided attention before he speaks again.
“I need to get you ready for me an’edee…then I’ll give you what you want.” The words fall from his lips like sin, and if your mind wasn’t completely engrossed in the sensations Wrecker was bringing to your body, you would have asked him where he learned to talk like that.
And you’re about to inquire after that too, but you feel his fingers slip beneath your panties and slowly tug them down, and you cease to breathe, watching closely as Wrecker doesn’t break eye contact while rolling the article of clothing down your legs before discarding them behind him. Neither of you say anything for what feels like forever, but as soon as Wrecker begins to lean down, you reach for his chin and hold it in the palm of your hand.
“Wait.”
“You- you don’t want me to-”
“It’s not that.” You cut him off before he thinks you’re having any doubting thoughts of what the two of you are doing.
Wrecker stares at you with nothing but confusion, and you hate how such a simple, boyish expression can bring you to your knees if you weren’t already on your back.
“I want to taste you too.” You bite into your lower lip in an attempt to hide the embarrassing admission. If Wrecker is surprised by what you just said, he doesn’t say anything, instead sitting back up and grabbing your legs so he could roll you on top of him. You squeal in shock at the sudden movement, but say nothing as he lays down where you were a second ago, with you straddling his hips.
“Wrecker?”
“Turn around for me an’edee.” He orders with a glint of mischief in his eyes, making you look down at him with furrowed eyebrows. You’re not sure what he’s planning, and Wrecker sits up on his elbows to get a better look at you.
“You said you wanted to taste me, and I won’t give up what I had in mind either. So, turn around for me.” He states again, as if the brief description was all you needed to understand what he wants from you. It’s only when he tilts his head to the side as he slowly brings the palm of his hand in between your thighs do you finally catch on to what he’s thinking. Your eyes widen in horror at the position Wrecker wants you to get into, mostly because you never thought he’d be the type of person to be so open with what he’d like to try, let alone have you so bare and exposed to him. The man was always particularly shy around you, something you noticed early on when he’d hesitate before chatting up with you. You never thought he would be so forward now, especially since this was new terrain for the both of you.
“You mean you…you want me to- you know,” you point at his face and support your weight on his chest when he pushes you up with his hips to get you to move more quickly.
“Sit on my face baby, let me get you nice and wet for me.” Wrecker growls the order one last time, smiling wickedly at you when you swallow the lump in your throat as you begin to move atop him. He waits patiently for you to turn around and straddle his waist again but facing away from him. As much as he wants to grab your ass and pull you on his face, he waits until you get comfortable with the new position before he slides his fingers down your back to the top of your glutes.
It’s too soon for you, but not nearly soon enough for Wrecker, when you finally reach down and lay your hands over his thighs. The tent on his underpants is more painfully prominent at this point, and you feel bad for dragging out this moment this much.
Wrecker massages your skin, and when he’s sure you won’t jump away from his touch, he slowly pulls your body towards him until your thighs perfectly frame his face.
Whatever he pictured in his mind comes nowhere near what he is gazing upon now, and he forces himself to reel back the comments threatening to flow from his mouth so he doesn’t end up scaring you with how much he wants you. It’s when he takes a long whiff of your scent that he finally registers your small fingers tracing the length of him through the fabric keeping him from your eyes. He groans your name with a low whisper, equal parts turned on by nearly tasting you on his tongue and the sensation you were currently bringing upon him.
“Please baby,” you’re not sure if he’s begging you to take him in your mouth or asking you to bring yourself closer to him so he can taste you, but you don’t find it in yourself to care, not when you finally had Wrecker so enthusiastic and excited beneath you, ready to cause havoc on your willing body. Without wasting another second, you slip your fingers beneath the elastic band of the edge of his briefs and push them as far down as he allows you to, aggressively tugging on the sides as well until the material is around his thighs and away from where you’re dying to have him.
“Oh fuck me!”
Like earlier, you are perfectly aware that Wrecker must have been packing a dangerous weapon. No man his size wouldn’t be, especially with how confidently he carried himself all the time. But nothing would have prepared you for the sheer girth and length of him. Slowly bringing your hands to his cock, you chuckle to yourself when you realize you can’t even wrap your fingers around the whole of him, the laugh turning into a long sigh as you notice just how much he was going to stretch you, how deep he was going to claim you when he finally fucks you like you dreamt.
“That’s the plan sweetheart!” Wrecker mumbles from in between your thighs, his breath sending a fresh wave of arousal across your body and making you wish he was already fucking you within an inch of your life. You’re about to retort in kind when you feel his tongue swipe across your folds, the rough muscle sending spikes of heat up your spine and making you fall unceremoniously into his dick. You let out a sigh of relief, mumbling incoherently when Wrecker chuckles, presumably with pride, at the effect he was having on you just by the mere touch of his tongue against your engorged clit. He pulls away for a brief second, commanding you to take him in your mouth before going back to it again and slowly fucking you with his tongue
“Wrap your pretty lips around my cock, an’edee.” He barely enunciates before he’s diving into your cunt again, ripping a guttural cry of pleasure from your throat, one that makes you realize he needn’t do much to have you at his will. With as much confidence as your body can muster up, you lean over and purse your lips until enough saliva collects on your tongue. Parting them slightly, you watch as your drool stretches from your mouth to the head of his cock, coating the angry tip of his dick before sliding down his length. It must be a surprise to Wrecker because he unintentionally bucks his hips into the air, sending his cock just a little closer to your mouth. Taking advantage of his momentarily distracted mind, you lean down and open your lips as wide as possible, barely managing to engulf them around him.
Wrecker growls his pleasure, throwing his head back for a second before returning his assault on your pussy with blind determination. You nearly forget you’re meant to be pleasuring him as well when you feel his teeth graze your clit, and as he starts sucking on the bundle of nerves violently, you can’t help but whine around his cock. The sound is music to his ears, and he widens his legs even more before bending his knees and resting his feet flat against the beat-up mattress. His stance scares you briefly, but you realize that he isn’t moving his hips or trying to push his cock deeper, his self-awareness somehow making you wish he would take advantage of the control he has on you and fuck your face until you choke around him.
The thought doesn’t leave your mind as you swirl your tongue around the bulbous head of his dick, and you stretch your palms to try and wrap them around him, hoping that you can pleasure the length of him without your mouth. His chest shakes beneath your stomach, and you don’t realize you’re rolling your hips on his tongue until Wrecker whispers how good you taste and how perfect you’re being for him.
You want him to feel equally satiated, and as you lower one of your hands to cup his balls, Wrecker forgets he’s meant to be controlling his touches and thrusts up into your mouth, sending more drool down your chin and onto his cock with how far back he managed to reached. He knows what he’s done immediately, and he pulls you off of him, resting his hips back down so he’s far away from your mouth.
“Fuck, I- I’m so sorry love. You just s-surprised me and- I didn’t mean it. I swear I would never try to-”
“Wreck…” The sound of his name falling sinfully from your lips manages to shut him up quickly, and he waits until you break the silence so he doesn’t misunderstand your moans.
“I want you to fuck my face!” You claim with determination, nearly laughing at the way Wrecker curses beneath his breath from the sudden outburst.
“What? It’s not…I don’t want to hurt you baby.”
“You won’t hurt me Wreck. I promise. I just really really want you to fuck my face…want you to use me for your pleasure…I want to feel you down my throat baby, so far down that when you come, I can barely taste you from how wide you’re stretch my mouth.” Wrecker could choke on air if he wasn’t already holding his breath and listening to every word intently. He can’t believe his ears, mostly because you were never one to be so bold and forward, let along unwise in your choices.
“But…you’ll get hurt.”
“Hmm, okay h-how about this? Let’s have a safeword, yeah?”
“A safeword?” You can feel his breath on your wet cunt, and if it weren’t for the fact that you were trying to meet his concerns with a solution, you would have pushed your ass back down and rode him until you came on his tongue.
“Yeah, a safeword. Or in this case, a gesture that equals a safeword. Since my mouth will be full of your cock, I won’t be able to speak. But if I tap your thighs three times, you pull out and let me breathe. Same goes to you of course. If I’m suffocating you or anything, you tap three times on…on-” You’re trying your hardest to keep your thoughts from going astray, but with each moment you waste, you can’t help but regret how good his dick would feel marking your throat.
“Your ass?” You know the question is genuine, but you can’t help but laugh when it comes off a little more enthusiastic than he would like.
“S-sure. Tap three times on my ass and I’ll get off.”
“Oh you’ll be getting off alright…on my tongue, with my fingers stretching your pretty little pussy so I can fuck you like you want.” You should have known that Wrecker would make jokes now of all times, but you clear your throat and pinch his thigh to get him back on track.
“Focus big boy…now, and only because I don’t think I’ll have the mind capacity to think of one later, the safeword will be ‘grenade.’ Does that sound good?” You ask one last time, hoping he could answer you soon so you can get back to tasting him.
“My kinda girl.” He laughs loudly before smacking your ass once, and just as you’re about to complain over the sudden action, Wrecker wraps both of his arms over your lower back and brings you down to his mouth again, not bothering to let up as he goes back to worshiping your cunt.
“Oh ffff-fuck,” you scream when he wraps his lips over your clit and sucks as hard as possible while teasing your clit with his tongue. So invested in the sensations he was pushing over your body, you don’t realize he’s moving one of his arms until you feel it reach for your neck and push it down on his cock. You make a mental note of telling him later that the simple action could have brought you to your knees if you weren’t already sitting on him. For some reason, knowing that he can reach you now, since he was so much bigger and broader and taller than you, set your inside on fire, and before you can truly think over how easily he can have his way with you whenever he wants, Wrecker pushes your cheek to the side until your lips hover over his length.
Taking in a deep breath, you prepare yourself for the onslaught Wrecker was ready to bring upon your willing form. Without thinking much of how challenging it will be to speak later, you slowly lower your mouth over his cock and stop when you think you can no longer fit him in your mouth. Proving to be a rather impressive multi-tasker, Wrecker begins to pass his tongue back and forth against your wet folds while bringing his hand to the back of your head. It’s the only warning you get before he shoves his hips up into you while pushing on your head. You can already feel the oxygen refusing to enter your system soon after, and you shut your eyes to calm yourself so you don’t freak him out.
And just as you asked, Wrecker doesn’t hold back, immediately setting a pace that has you tearing up and choking on his dick in record time. You wrap your hands around the base of his cock, massaging his balls and pumping the rest of his length that will never feel the heat of your mouth. You’re making a complete mess of his crotch, but it seems that Wrecker rather enjoys it, only fucking your mouth harder when he begins to hear your noises increasing in sound. He doesn’t let up on you once though, keeping you against him while moving the arm your back so he can touch you better.
You don’t expect what he does next, but as you feel his thumb circle the ring of muscle just above your cunt, you accidentally close your mouth over him, your teeth grazing the length of him ever so slightly, but hard enough to the point where Wrecker has to let go of your head to grab onto your ass. You pull off of him instantly, afraid that you’d hurt and he was about to tap out. But when his ministrations increase, and his thumb teases you even more, you decide to repay in kindness and get back to it. Kissing the tip of his cock, you lick the veins stretching up and down his length until you can catch your breath, and when you think you are ready again, you blindly reach for his hand, silently asking him to return it to your head again.
“Are you sure?” He mumbles the question, and you moan his name once reassuringly, the only answer he requires to do as he is told. Waiting until he feels your mouth on him again, Wrecker wraps his hand over the back of your neck and pushes you down again, all the while shoving his cock with shallow thrusts into your mouth. He doesn’t go nearly as deep as earlier, but he does quicken his pace, and you realize it may be because he is desperate to finally come. You will yourself to relax your throat, not wanting to interrupt him again as he chases his orgasm.
Wrecker is as promising in his touches as you are, and when he feels the knot in his stomach begin to unravel, he removes his fingers from your ass and sloppily collects the juices on his face before bringing two of his fingers against your entrance. As soon as he pushes his digits into your cunt, he feels your entire body melt against him completely. He smiles to himself as he matches the pace of his fingers fucking in and out of your tight pussy with the rhythm his cock slid across your heated throat. He continues for what feels like hours to you, until he knows he has you tethering between pain and pleasure. The harder you pump his length, the hotter Wrecker feels, and before he knows it, he’s adding another finger into your cunt, not caring for how abused your folds look as he shoves his thick digits far enough until you’re keeping the length of them in your sweet hole.
He times the halt with the assault he’s bringing onto your mouth, shoving your head down and refusing to move his hips so he can relish in the way your throat constricts and clenches around his dick.
Wrecker knows this must be what being suspended into thin air feels like, so blissful and hot and absolutely kriffing perfect.
He refuses to push you any harder though, letting go of your head and lowering his hips down until the only thing your mouth kisses is the crown of his length. Before you can question him though, he spreads your ass cheeks apart and lunges for your clit, roughly passing his tongue back and forth on it while he continues to fuck you with his fingers. The sudden assault must be a surprise to you because Wrecker feels your hands squeeze him tightly, and before he knows it, he’s pushing his cock just a little deeper into your mouth, muscles vibrating with energy as he shoots his cum deep into your throat and coats your mouth with his seed. He’s twitching and growling beneath you, but he doesn’t ignore your pleasure, wanting you to come on his face along with him.
He knows what to do, and as you hum around him, silently telling him that you’re pleased with how he tastes, Wrecker drags your essence across to your asshole, circling it a few times before pushing the tip of his thumb inside you. He groans over his release, and as he curls his fingers up to massage the deepest corner he can reach inside your pussy, your whole body seizes up above him and you arch your back in ecstasy, pulling off of his cock and praying his name over and over again while he makes you cum on his face. The clone wonders briefly if you’ve actually reached climax or not, unsure of your reaction since you weren’t doing much except lay your weight on him. He doesn’t wait much until he receives an answer in the form of your whole form shaking violently above him. Wrecker shuts his eyes tightly as he laps up the juices rolling on his chin, and before he knows it, he feels a stream of liquid coat his mouth and neck, one that continues baptizing him until he stops moving his fingers. You’re still twitching above him long after he paused his ministrations, and when he tries to pull out his fingers, you dig your nails into his thighs and beg him to slow down.
“S-softly…please- oh fuck…please be g-gentle.” You whisper your requests to him, sighing in relief when he obeys your comments and slowly eases out of your weeping cunt. What shocks you instantly is how empty you feel all of a sudden. You didn’t have his cock in your mouth or his fingers in your cunt, and before you know it, your core is screaming for release once more, itching even to get filled yet again, but this time with something bigger and harder.
Opening your eyes, you look down and notice the mess you made of Wrecker’s dick when you parted your lips after he came. Not caring for how shameless you’re being, you lean down and lick his cum off of his navel, swallowing the taste of him immediately so you don’t let any of it go to waste. Wrecker is about to ask you if you’re okay when he feels the kitten licks across his skin, and before he can warn you, his cock is twitching harshly and hitting your cheeks yet again.
“F-fuck Wrecker, you’re still so hard.” He can hear the surprised smile on your features, and he chuckles embarrassingly from his refractory period. Normally, he felt proud at being ready to go in a matter of seconds, but lying beneath you now, Wrecker realizes you might think he just wants to take advantage of you. He’s about to apologize when you move off of him and roll to the side, throwing your head back and stretching your limbs to get some feeling back into them. Wrecker sits up on his elbows and studies you closely, unable to hold back from eye-fucking you when he notices how hard your nipples are, how shiny your face and chin are from the mess you were making of the both of you. He turns away when he catches you smiling at him, and he massages his lower stomach to try and get his cock to calm down a little.
You notice the shift in his demeanor almost immediately, and knowing that he was probably overthinking this whole ordeal, you will yourself to sit up and go to him. Wrecker doesn’t expect you to fall into his arms so soon, so dramatically even, and he hums in pleasure when you immediately reach to kiss his mouth. You can taste both of your cum on each other, the thought nearly sending you and Wrecker into unimaginable bliss all over again. As Wrecker relaxes back into the bed, you struggle to maneuver yourself around, but in no time, you’re straddling his hips and supporting your weight on his chest.
Wrecker looks up at you with wide-blown eyes, unsure of what it is you are trying to accomplish. He thought you would call it a night, perhaps even tell him that this felt nice but you’d need to rest before you do anything else. But like always, you surprise Wrecker with a dangerous glint to your eyes, slowly rolling your hips back and forth until his cock nestles perfectly between your wet folds.
“An’edee?”
“Please Wreck…want you to fuck me now. Fuck me hard…stretch me wide on your cock, until I can’t speak anymore.” You roam your hands across his chest, marveling at the muscles rippling and flexing beneath the palms of your hands. Wrecker grabs onto your hips instantly, stopping you from moving any further and sending him into a frenzy.
“I- I don’t want you to think that I’m taking advantage…or that I want to hurt you.” He says, avoiding your gaze altogether and choosing to look anywhere else but your glistening body. You’ve always been beautiful to him, but you’re even more gorgeous in his eyes now, with your sweaty skin and your bruised body that he marked with his teeth and his seed.
“What if I want you to take advantage…what if- what if I want you to hurt me?” You ask, leaning over and kissing over his chest, glancing up at him and waiting until he meets your eyes before nipping at the skin near one of his nipples. He hisses in warning, narrowing his eyes at you and praying you understand that he only means to take care of you.
“What if I want the others to know what we’ve done here tonight? Smile at them when they notice traces of your touch all over me. What if…oh maker Wrecker, what if I want to leave this planet with so much of your cum deep inside me that it leaks out of me?” You’re not sure what’s making you whisper such filthy confessions to him. All you know is, the more you reveal to him your wishes, the harder his cock twitches against you. His chest rises and falls with shallow breaths, and you raise yourself until you’re sitting high above him, with a perfect view of all his glorious skin.
When he says nothing right away, you regret ever telling him your thoughts, and slowly begin to get off of him. But Wrecker is faster than you, and he squeezes your hips tightly to prevent you from going anywhere. You know you’ll look at yourself in the mirror days from now and find imprints of his hands all over your skin, the thought of which makes you wetter than you can care to admit. You’re about to apologize when he finally puts you out of your misery and nods his consent.
Afraid that he’s only agreeing because of your need for him, you lean down and kiss his cheeks, hoping he’d understand that you don’t ever want to force him to do anything. But Wrecker sees right through you, wrapping one arm around your back to keep you as flush to him as possible while his other hand reaches down and takes hold of his cock. You feel him tease your entrance with the head of his dick, parting your lips in a silent plea to have him finally fill you to the brim. But he doesn’t give you what you want just yet, sliding his cock along your wet folds several times until he coats his length with your juices.
“Please Wreck.”
“You want me to fuck you pretty girl?”
“Y-yes, please.” You breathe against his lips, nearly tasting the salt of his sweat on your tongue as you grow closer to him.
“Hmm, you want me to train your pussy…show you how to take me?” His voice is hoarse, and you realize it may be the first time you hear him speak so softly, so sweetly to you.
“Desperately.”
“Kriff,” he hesitates for a moment, but as he looks into your eyes, and feels the wet heat of your pussy coax him into you, Wrecker decides to break the last barrier between the two of you and speak his desires freely, “you- you want me to cum inside you and fill you up until Hunter can smell me on your cunt?”
The question surprises you, mostly because you thought Wrecker would be too shy to mention something everyone seldom speaks of, something so inherently filthy that lures a fresh wave of desire from your body. You gaze at Wrecker through heavy-lidded eyes, torn between wanting him to tease you more and finally taking you how you always dreamt. You gulp nervously, leaning down and laying a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth before breathing a soft, quick plea against him.
“Please.”
Wrecker laughs at your sudden shy demeanor, wondering whether he could play with you a little bit more before he fucks you raw. It’s a difficult decision, but he makes up his mind when he pushes the head of his cock along your slit and finds you soaking for him.
“Remember your safeword an’edee,” the arm around your back holds you tightly against his heaving chest, and you lose yourself in his touch as soon as he wraps his lips around your own and gently eases himself inside you. The confidence of his words turns you on way more than it should, but you don’t dwell on that thought for too long, already finding it difficult to get used to the sheer size of him. He’s done his due diligence in preparing you for his dick, but you somehow still struggle to take him without hissing in pain.
“Fuck baby, your pussy feels so warm around my cock.” Wrecker mouths against the column of your neck, his hands clutching on your skin for dear life as he slowly continues to push his length along your tight walls.
“O-ohhhh,” you moan as you feel him throb deep inside your cunt, and Wrecker mistakes the pleasure for pain, stopping his journey in an instant and stretching his head back until he can get a better look at you.
“A-am I hurting you? Should I p-”
“No, n-no please don’t…don’t pull out Wreck, please. I just need to g-get used to you.” You cut him off before he even thinks about leaving you, and when you flutter your eyes open and meet his beautiful, mismatched ones, you can’t help smile and kiss the corner of his mouth, hoping that the sentiment distracts him long enough until the stretch of his cock sends more pleasure than discomfort down your spine.
“Mesh’la,” Wrecker warns warmly, seeing through you immediately and loosening the hold he has on your hips so you don’t think he’ll prioritize his needs over your comfort. He can feel your pussy clench around him the more he roams his hands across your back, and when he rests his hand over your ass, you roll your hips almost on queue, your body already wishing to chase that little high as if he didn’t just make you cum a moment ago.
“I know, I- oh maker, I know…you’re so thick and hard Wrecker, I feel so- so full.”
“And you’re so fucking tight love. I want you to move when- when you’re ready.” He knows he should try to persuade you to get some rest, but with every little breath-hitch he hears, and the filthy words streaming from your mouth and washing over him like lukewarm water, Wrecker knows he’s already gone.
Then you move your hips once, just a little bit, until you can feel the veins along his cock slide deliciously against your tight walls, and Wrecked knows any chances of him letting go of you now are gone.
“Shit.” You swear as you slowly sit up and flatten your palms over his broad chest, supporting your weight and setting a soft pace as you begin to ride him.
“That’s it, fuck yourself on my cock…nice and slow sweetheart. Nice and slow.” He hums at you as he meets your place and thrusts up into you. There is a lilt of pride in his voice, one that sets your body on fire. When you can finally open your eyes and look down, you see Wrecker’s gaze set on where you’re joined. His chest rumbles with a growl as he moves you along his dick and juts his hips up into you, and it’s only when he meets your eyes that you realize why he’s suddenly so unhinged, so willing to give you what you want.
The man has a size kink. And from the looks of it, it was going to manifest itself pretty soon.
“Hmmm.” You sigh when you feel his cock hit a deep corner inside you that paints stars across your sight. You want to ask him if it pleases him so much that you can take him without pain, if his dick hardens at knowing that he’s clearly the biggest you’ve ever fucked.
But with every rough push and pull, with every little touch Wrecker brings upon your body, your mind frizzles into nothing, leaving you a heaving mess that grows more needy for him with every kiss he places on your skin.
“The sounds you make, an’edee. Oh fuck, I- I could just keep you here forever. Fuck you all night long to keep you warm. Would you like that?” Wrecker is breathless, and you feel proud at being the reason behind such a reaction. You’ve seen him fight and run for hours on end in the battlefield, but he seldom ran out of breath, let alone looked fatigued. You weren’t sure if this was because he was straining himself so he could hold back, or because he felt for you. Either way, the harsh breaths and growled moans emitting from his mouth were music to your ears, making you yearn for more.
“Wre-eecker,” you dig your nails into his chest, gasping for air at a particularly hard thrust that nearly sends you flying off of him. A part of you wishes this continues when you’re back in the Marauder, but there was no way this would be possible, not when Hunter could hear the smallest of spiders creeping along the walls. You whine in irritation, throwing your head back to distract yourself from such thoughts.
“Would you like it if I keep you here in my arms, fuck you till you can’t scream anymore…fill you up with my cum, till it’s leaking out of you tight little cunt and you beg me to keep fucking you to give you some more?” You feel yourself growing slower to the edge with every filthy word he speaks through gritted teeth. Never in your life did you think Wrecker was capable of such inappropriate honesty. Sure he was brutally truthful when he spoke, but most of the time, it was endearing to know that he wore his heart on his sleeve. Then again, this wasn’t much different now that you thought about it. For him to breathe such sinful desires, he must have been thinking of them for a long time. The thought of being the reason behind those wishes and cravings makes you clench your thighs around him, and you fall into his chest when you can’t find the strength to keep yourself up anymore.
“Please baby, I want it hard- want it so hard.” You plead softly, kissing along his neck and biting the muscles on his shoulder when he wraps one arm around your back and the other goes straight to your ass.
“So good for me, my little fuck-bunny.” A strike of lightning zaps down your spine, and you sob into his neck as realization washes over you. Had it been anyone else saying those words, you think you may have jumped off of them and punched them in the eye.
But this was Wrecker.
And you really enjoyed him calling you his personal fuck-bunny.
“Ahhhhh yess Wreck, k-keep going.” Your moans ring in his ears as his thrusts grow harder, faster, sweeter.
“I’m going to fuck you harder sweetheart, but you- osik, you have to promise me one thing.” He’s already doing what he says, holding onto your ass and squeezing it tightly as he moves you on top of him. You can feel his cock carve you out, sending spikes of pleasure along your thighs until they’re shaking harshly. The action doesn’t go unseen by Wrecker, and laughs beneath you when your body continues to shiver violently while his assault on your cunt increases.
You already know what he’s going to ask, and instead of letting him remind you, you break his train of thoughts and confirm your suspicions, hoping that he’d keep his promise and fuck you into oblivion as soon as he’s sure you remember the safeword.
“I p-promise to use the safeword if it’s too much, just please- Wrecker…take me.” Your voice gives out in an instant, and as you try to brace yourself for the war Wrecker is sure to bring on your body, he forces you to pull back so he can reach your lips.
“Come here,” his hand twists in your hair, tugging on it until he can see your face, and before you can say anything else, he’s shoving his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your moans as he quickens his pace and fucks up into you without remorse. You surrender yourself completely to him, letting go of any control you may have had on your body and allowing him to move you as he pleases. When Wrecker pulls away, he pushes your head into the nape of his neck, nuzzling into the space between the column of your throat and your clavicle before biting down on your shoulder and sending you screaming into his skin.
“Ah unghhhh yes yes, oh fuck right there Wreck, right t-there.”
“That’s a good girl, stretching ‘round my dick, so wet and hot for me.” He growls right back, pushing his cock into your pussy with such vigor that you nearly forget where you are. The sounds both of you are creating are downright dirty, and you smile to yourself when you notice you can barely hear the storm raging outside from how loud the two of you are being.
“Uhh ahh yeah, my fuck-bunny is tight for me.” You whimper at the sentiments he continues to breathe on your skin as he drives his cock deeper into your cunt and makes you his.
“Feel me sweetheart, feel me as I mark your little hole as mine.” None of what he’s saying should make you so weak and pliable for him, but you hope he doesn’t stop talking any time soon. You’re sure he can make you cum simply from telling you how much he craves you.
“W-wreck,” your voice barely comes out loud enough for him to hear, and Wrecker grinds his teeth to prevent himself from sinking them into your neck. He wants to mark you with everything he’s got, but he’s afraid you’d think him too violent if he were to ever do something so savage to you. So instead, he bites into his lip and fucks you harder, praying to the Force that your pussy is enough of a distraction from his barbaric needs.
“I love it when you call me that, love. Keep moaning my name, and- hmmmm, I promise to give you my cum.”
Between his words, the possessive touches you’re sure will leave bruises on your body, and the delicious thickness of his cock as he plunges it into your cunt time and again, you cum around him in an instant, your body seizing up all of a sudden as it surrenders to the indescribable pleasure. You feel your lower stomach grow hot with a foreign, heated desire and it’s not until you can finally catch your breath that you hear Wrecker swear and raise you a little to look down at your joined bodies.
“Osik,” his smile is dangerously wide, and you don’t know what’s pleasing him so much until you follow his line of sight and look down to where you thought he was still filling you. Your eyes widen in horror when you see his skin glistening with your wetness, and you look up at him in time to apologize for the mess you just made.
“I- I’m sorry.” Wrecker notices your voice grow in shyness, and he shakes his head to stop you from saying anything else.
“I want you to do that again baby, cum on my cock again.” Before you can ask him if he truly means that request, Wrecker is pushing you down on his cock again and filling you to the brim, hissing in relief when he feels the heat of your pussy engulf him once more and clenching tightly around him. He doesn’t waste another second, grabbing both of your thighs and raising you slightly above his hips so he can fuck up into you freely. You try to support yourself on his chest once more, but your arms give out instantly, sending you flush against Wrecker’s skin again. He kisses your neck, licking and nipping your sweaty skin until he feels that familiar sensation take over your body and send spikes of pleasure down his cock. You’re squeezing him tightly, fluttering with such intensity that Wrecker nearly loses his sight and cums then and there. But he forces himself to focus on your pleasure, wanting to make you cum one last time before he fills you up as he promised.
As you craved.
He opens his eyes in time to see you part your lips in a silent cry as you drench him again, and he doesn’t stop once, fucking you through your orgasm until you force his dick out of your heat and soak him again.
“Such a good girl, making a mess of me like I want.” He praises you sweetly, and you nearly confess those three, fateful words to him. But you catch yourself before you ruin the moment, and even though you’re still shaking from the force of your ecstasy, you slowly sit up and grab his cock, lining him up with your entrance and looking into his eyes as you slide down his thick length one last time.
“B-baby?” Wrecker asks with furrowed eyebrows, knowing that you were yet to come back from the pleasure he just wrung from your body.
“I- I want to cum with you Wrecker, want your cum to fill me up as I fall over the edge with you.” You roll your hips slowly over him, feeling the tip of his cock hit you right where you’re still sensitive.
“An’edee,” Wrecker moans to you, roaming his hand up and down your body, and smiling ot himself when he flicks your nipples and feels you flutter around his dick.
“Take your pleasure baby, use me till you reach that release. Please.” You beg him, one last time, praying that he could finally give you what you want.
“Hold on to me,” Wrecker warns as he grabs your hips and digs his fingers into the muscles beneath your skin. You move your hands from his stomach to his forearms, clutching onto them for dear life as soon as you feel Wrecker plant his feet onto the mattress and thrust up into you. In a matter of seconds, you’re throwing your head back and crying out his name, the knowledge that you no longer have any control on your body, even your pleasure, sending you quickly into overdrive. You want to focus on your pleasure, but the deeper Wrecker reaches inside you, the more you think of his own needs, and you remember that he’s already given you so much.
Instead of begging him to touch you, you open your eyes and look down at him, studying him closely as you bring your fingers to your clit and rub yourself furiously. The man beneath you is a sight unlike you’ve ever seen. His broad, large form is nearly pliant underneath you now, buzzing with energy and pleasure that you’re sure must be sending him into some sort of sensory overload. You marvel at the sheer strength of him, and the knowledge that he’s surely holding back, even now, when he’s fucking you within an inch of your life. His chest is heaving from how hard he’s fucking up into you, how fast his thrusts are becoming as he uses you to get off.
And as soon as he opens his own eyes and looks at you, you give yourself into the pleasure, praying to the maker that he cums along with you so you can experience that little high together. Your prayers are answered when Wrecker descends his gaze down your body and sees your fingers playing with your clit. In a matter of seconds, Wrecker is crying out his release, holding you down against him as he empties his seed inside your pussy and paints your clenching walls with his cum. Although he’s unmoving, the force with which he cums is enough to heat you up, offerig you one last little orgasm before you collapse into his arms.
He’s somehow still hot and hard beneath you, and when you come to your senses again, you realize he’s been praying your name softly as he was filling you up. You’re still shaking in his embrace, and Wrecker can’t help but squeeze your ass every time you unintentionally flutter around him. He doesn’t move, afraid that he might want to fuck you again.
Hell, he knew he wouldn’t have to move to get that feeling again. He was already experiencing it right now. Against his better judgment, Wrecker grabs your ass and raises you off of him, hissing in discomfort when he no longer feels the tight heat of your walls wrapping around his hardening cock.
“Wr- wreck,” you whine into his skin, lazily reaching down in between your sweaty bodies to push his seed back into your cunt. Wrecker doesn’t have to see your hands to know what you’re doing, and he moans into your ears when your thumb traces along his length and makes him twitch into you.
“F-fuck an’edee, keep saying my name like that and I might just push you down and fuck you into the floor.” He warns with a growl, settling you beside him so he isn’t tempted with your messy pussy.
“You- you say that like it’s a- ahhhh…a bad thing.” You cry out when Wrecker slaps your ass playfully to get you to quiet down.
“Not bad at all, but I don’t want to hurt you. Remember?” He leans down and kisses your forehead, nuzzling into your hair before looking beside him to see if there is anything he can use to clean you up.
“But baby, I like it when you hurt me.”
“Hmmm, as much as I love hearing you say that, I- we should uhhh, oh kriff. S-stop doing that,” he starts to respond, but you don’t let him continue his train of thought, reaching down and wrapping your hand around the crown of his cock. When you squeeze it tightly and feel him grow harder beneath your touch, you feel that same sensation coarse through your veins once more.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t h-have that much control, sweetheart. If you- osik, if you keep scratching and kissing on me, I’m trapping you here till your cunt is full of my cum.” He grits his teeth, whining in pain when you bite down on the muscles of his shoulder and lick the slowly-forming mark.
“Oh, is that a warning Commando?” Your question is meant to stir him into action, but the opposite occurs.
“No my little fuck-bunny, that’s a fucking promise.” Wrecker snatches your wrist quickly, raising your hand to his chest and forcing it down on him before giving you a warning glare.
“Wha- I thought you were going to…” You look at him through heavy lidded eyes, praying that he could push you underneath him one last time for the night and fill you up again.
“Fuck you? No an’edee, we’re done for tonight.” Wrecker teases you with a smirk, not giving you a chance to touch him any further as he pulls away completely and stands up.
“But-”
“Knowing Hunter and Tech, they’ll be coming sometime in the next few hours. And I don’t like sharing what’s mine. I’d hate to cut their eyes out because they saw what belongs to me.” Wrecker states the last sentiment so naturally that you can’t help but clench your thighs tightly and slip your fingers down your body until you’re rubbing his cum over your wet folds again.
“Oh.” It’s all you can say now that you know your feelings are completely mutual.
“Hmm, does my sweetheart like hearing who she belongs to?” Wrecker asks passively as he looks for his clothes and your own.
“Fuck,” you groan lowly when he turns back around and palms his cock lazily while continuing to tease you with those sinful questions.
“Or is it the thought of how easily I can beat my brothers for you that’s getting you so hot and bothered?” Wrecker struts towards you, looking down at your form as you spread yourself for him and show him your glistening cunt. He leans down with a dangerous glint in his eyes, waiting until you shut your eyes before kissing your forehead and moving away.
“You- you’re not being fair Wreck.” You murmur irritatingly as you watch him walk away and collect your clothes before coming back to you and throwing them on your body, actively hiding your skin from his hungry eyes so he doesn’t fall into your trap.
“You expect me to not beg you for more, and yet you torture me with your words and- and…”
“You’re right an’edee, I’m not being fair.” He laughs as brings all of his clothes to the mattress and ruffles through them in search of his underpants. When he glances at you and sees you pouting at him, he rolls his eyes and pinches your thighs before pointing to your clothes.
“Get dressed. That’s an order!” Wrecker nearly falls over as he struggles to put his underpants back on, and when he sees you laughing at him, he steps towards you and reaches for your waist, softly pinching you and chuckling in return when you fall back into bed and giggle along with him.
“Y-yes sir.” You salute sarcastically, not caring for his request even for a moment. You look on Wrecker as he puts his clothes back on again, smiling to yourself when you see him sniff his shirt and whisper something about smelling like burnt tookas. As he walks around the room in search of food, you lay your hand on your heart and let out a long sigh, one that, you thanked the heavens, was filled with nothing but gratitude.
You started the day with immense fear for your and Wrecker’s lives, even more at the prospect of never seeing Omega and the others again. But now that you were filled with warmth, one that was provided to you by none other than the man who has been the object of your desires and needs ever since he introduced himself all those months ago, you know that things would eventually be alright. It would take a long time, and perhaps much more heartache, but you’d ultimately find rest.
You just prayed it would be in Wrecker’s arms.
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Hold me close Mesh'la (Commander Fox x Fem!Reader)
A/N I just really wanted to write a little something about making out but not something dirty. So here y'all are.
Warnings: an argument, make up and make out, Fox being insanely clingy. Mention of Fives' death and pretty angsty. Fox tries turning grief into love as a coping mechanism.
"Mesh'la" Fox groaned, spinning your chair around and caging you in with his hands on both armrests.
Anger welled inside your chest. "Fox, for the last time, I'm kriffing busy can't you see?! I will come to bed when I'm done."
"You don't have any idea what I'm going through right now and I need help."
In any other mindset, you would have immediately switched gears and asked what was wrong, but you had a report to write and it was your top priority at the moment. Shoving him away, you grabbed your datapad and without saying a word, slammed the apartment door behind you. Deciding that the best place to work would be the caf shop down the street, you marched in that direction, angry thoughts buzzing in your head.
It was only after you'd written the last line of your report that you realized what he'd actually said.
"You don't have any idea what I'm going through right now and I need help.
Kriff. You hadn't even given him a chance to explain why he was so distraught when you'd gotten home. Were you really that focused on work that you'd neglected the love of your life's mental wellbeing?
You grabbed an extra cup of caf and rushed home as fast as you could, heart pounding in anticipation as the lift ascended into the tower.
"Fox, love?"
You found him in bed facing the wall. Little shivers told you he was crying, but knowing that you were standing right there, he tried to hide it.
You lowered your voice to a gentle whisper as you climbed in bed with him. "Kriff, Fox I'm so sorry. Do you want to tell me what happened?"
It was silent for a moment and the shivers stopped, but then his whole body shuddered as he let out a breath.
"I killed him. I didn't mean to. I swear it was set to stun but..."
Well that was certainly not the answer you were expecting.
"Killed who?" You asked hesitantly, not sure if you wanted to know.
"Fives."
Your heart sank. You'd heard about the ARC trooper that Rex had taken into the 501st. He seemed like a nice guy from what you'd been told.
Forgoing judgment, you wrapped your arms around Fox.
"Do you want to talk?"
Shook his head before turning to face you. "Can...I try something?"
You tilted your head to survey his face in the dim light of the bedroom. It looked almost pleading, and you nodded.
He got up on his hands and knees over you, caging you in once again, before lowering himself to kiss you. His chest pressed against yours, his lips perfectly slotted on your mouth.
Maker, your racing heart could be a side effect of the late night caf coursing through your veins. Or it could be something entirely different.
You reached up and threaded your fingers into his soft hair, pulling ever so slightly at the graying strands. A groan resounded through his chest and echoed on your lips. He pulled away to take a breath and whisper 'I love you' before descending to catch your lips again. You tasted the salty tears that had fallen on his own mouth as they mixed with the sweet caf you'd had before.
In a fluid motion he grabbed your waist and rolled over so that you were perched against his chest, never once breaking the kiss. You had to admit, he was a pretty damn good loverboy.
Finally you pulled away to cradle his face in your hands.
"M' sorry I got angry with you. I was really out of place. And I'm sorry you're going through this. You shouldn't have to do it alone."
He closed his eyes to keep more tears from falling.
"Just hold me close Mesh'la. I'll be okay."
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hello dear. for the kiss prompts, may i please see ‘a possessive kiss in the rain’ with crosshair? 👀
hiiii friend, thank you so much for your patience for the wait. the muse has been extra fickle since October, but I hope this is worth the wait <3
Uncertain Tomorrows
Summary: Actions speak louder than words. Aka, Crosshair isn't good at emotions.
Warnings: blog is 18+; angst (it's Crosshair, what do you expect), miscommunication / lack of communication, pre-Echo, swearing
Word Count: 688
Chewing on the inside of your cheek so hard you’re liable to draw blood, you can’t help the way you’re glaring at Crosshair’s back. He’s perched on the edge of a high stool at the bar, long legs crossed at the ankle, twirling a whiskey glass between thin fingers. You’re supposed to be enjoying shore leave, the first one the squad has had in months, and yet all you feel is pissy.
Earlier in the night, you’d deboarded the Marauder with the others, all of you in civvies and in high spirits, even Crosshair. You feel like you’ve finally been able to get a decent grasp on reading him and his moods, and the loose way his toothpick had hung between his lips was clear indication that he was relaxed, ready for a break. You all were.
Apparently, Crosshair’s idea of a break is chatting up women at the cantina bar.
You’re not together. You have to remind yourself of that. Despite the mutual longing glances, neither of you have acted on your feelings, whether by mutual respect for one another or by fear of tearing the squad apart. So it shouldn’t sting as much as it does to watch him toss easy smirks at the pretty woman at the bar right now.
But it does.
Hunter gives you a sympathetic look as you finally decide you’ve had enough and scoot out of the booth. With Wrecker across the cantina hustling pool and Tech acting as his number two, the only one who will know where you’ve gone at this point is Hunter. Which also shouldn’t sting, but it does.
The moment you step outside, you’re met with a bone-chilling rain. Breath fogging in front of your face, you shiver, pulling your jacket tighter around you. The spaceport isn’t too terribly far, but you’re already beginning to regret coming outside.
Whatever. It beats going back inside.
You only make it a few steps, ice needling into your skin, before the cantina door opens behind you. Warm light and laughter spill out, inviting you back. Glancing over your shoulder, you grimace.
“I’m going back to the ship,” you call.
“I know,” Crosshair responds.
“You should go back in,” you say, turning to face forward once more, hunching your shoulders against the cold. “She looked nice.”
He calls your name, but you keep walking.
You gasp when a hand grips your upper arm and spins you around. Colliding with Crosshair’s chest, you glare up at him and open your mouth to rip him a new one—
Only to grunt in surprise when his lips meet yours.
Jerking back, you try to break from his embrace. His hands remain on your arms, though he lets you step back.
“What the fuck, Cross?” you snarl. “You think it’s cool to just—toy with my emotions like this?”
“No,” he grits out.
You wait, but that seems to be all he wants to say. Rain streams down your face, the cold an afterthought now with the anger burning through you.
“That all you have to say for yourself?”
His jaw works as he gazes at you, his short gray hair plastered to his head. Nostrils flaring, he looks away. “No. I’m—I’m not good at this. Clearly. But I don’t know—I don’t know how to—Kriff it! Can I kiss you again or not?”
All of your anger condenses into a single burning, molten dagger in your heart as you stand there, jaw dropped as you weigh his words. This is so far from how you ever would have expected this confession to go, for either of you, and yet the opportunity is here. If you let it go, tell him no, he’s going to respect that.
And you’ll have missed your shot.
You pull him back to you and kiss him. It’s a hungry, desperate, possessive kiss, full of teeth and tongue. Cold rain water sluices off your skin as you swallow his moan.
You don’t know what this means—you don’t know where to go from here—but Crosshair is in your embrace, and all you know is that you don’t intend to let him go.
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SW incorrect quotes as things my husband and I say pt.2
Fives, walking into the Resolutes barracks after using the fresher and beelines for Tup- "Listen here you little shit, I don't know how or why this continues to happen but if I find another one of your hairs in my shebs I'm gonna set your head on fire."😡😤
Tup, absolutely oblivious to how he got in this situation- "Did it feel weird when you pulled it out?"
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Rex- "Anakin, I don't want to be married anymore. The way you chew is-"
Anakin, not looking up from his comm and snacks- "Why'd you say it like that?"
Rex- "Say it like what?"
Anakin- "You didn't say divorce, that means there's another way you wanna do it. Murder, Leaving me for someone else, or you wanna do it like the ancient warriors and we dual to the death."
Rex, Fed up with this shit.- "I was kidding."
Anakin, already on his feet in a defensive position- "Dual to the death sounds fun let's do it."
Rex, getting up- "Bet"
*A twenty minute poorly executed wrestling match ensued, where it was revealed that the big, bad, highly trained military individual, is incapable of taking down a skinny bitch with vendetta against the world and who's greatest defense mechanism is their teeth*
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Padme, stressed out- "Anakin! I think I'm pregnant again!"
Anakin, having flash backs to the emotional rollercoaster that was the first pregnancy- "No, No, No, No, No, No-"
Padme- Why do you keep saying no?"
Anakin- "Because Obi-Wan used to always tell me that if I wanted something to happen I should say it over and over until it comes true....... No"
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Obi-Wan, Talking through the space version of Alexa- "Love can you come help me downstairs? I need help getting these boxes in the house."
Cody, who didn't know that the Alexa could do that- *screams very loudly at the top of his lungs and running into the other room*
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Fives, in medbay, "I won't make it this time, the force has forsaken me, avenge me Echo. AVENGE ME!!"
Echo, wiping fake tears away from his eyes. -"Just hold on brother, we'll make it through this together."
Kix, having already lost his patience earlier in the day. - "Both of you shut the Kriff up so I can put a bacta patch on your scraped knee, and you two can leave me the hell alone for the rest of the day."
*They in fact did not leave him alone for the rest of the day, and it got to the point where he had to put two fully grown men with jobs on timeout*
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Obi-Wan, watching baby Korkie play with his toys.- "I still don't believe he's mine."
Korkie- *Flashes a smile that is identical to Obi-Wan.*
Satine, snorting- "Whatever you say, Mr. My pullout game strong."
~I do want to say that My husband said this as a joke, and is genuinely in love with our little girl, just in case anyone thought he was being mean~
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Luke-*Baby Babbles, While being held by Anakin during a meeting before they ship out*
Rex, under his breath but loud enough that Padme still heard- "Oh my god, that's so cute, I would die for you."
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Ahsoka- I wanna bite you
Rex- Why?
Ahsoka- Why not?
Rex- Because that's mean.
Ahsoka- *grabs Rex's hand and bites*
Rex, sighing- Ahsoka please we're in (enter the space version of Walmart), people are gonna look at us weird.
Ahsoka, releasing him- No more then the time Anakin walked in here with nothing on but booty shorts and a crop top that said 'Babygirl'
Rex- Why are we still friends with him after that?
Ahsoka, shrugging- Because then I'd have to be the one with sparkle in the friend group again, and it just won't hit right anymore because Anakin is significantly more traumatized then I am.
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Commander Mayday x reader
Summary: Mayday gets rescued and reunited with his lover back on Coruscant, who brings him home and helps him get cleaned up.
Word count: 1,7k
C/W: sexually suggestive themes, but no explicit smut, slight angst, overall fluff.
A/N: this man deserved so much more, so this is my way of making myself feel better about it.
Also, thinking about a smuttier pt.2? Idk, let me know what you guys think <3
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The last few months had been some of the roughest ones in his whole life, and that was saying a lot for a clone.
He’d lived through a whole war, witnessing countless battles and gruesome deaths. But nothing quite compared to spending endless days on a freezing planet, watching his men, his brothers slowly die off one by one and being completely helpless in doing anything to stop it.
They had spent years fighting for the Republic. They had fought tooth and nail time and again, to save lives, to give the galaxy a chance at a better life, while having no real hope of actually living in said galaxy as recognized citizens. They had done their job, the job that nobody else wanted to do, and yet what did they get in return?
Left stranded on some planet with no communications or supplies. Completely forgotten and tossed aside. Left to die.
But that was over, he had to keep reminding himself of that fact. He’d survived, and he should be thankful for that.
He’d come across a contact that helped clones who wanted out, right back at the beginning of the empire's start. At first he resisted using it, simply storing it away as a ‘just in case’. He’d held on for as long as he could, telling himself that he was a clone, this is what he was made for and he should be able to deal with it.
But with the death of Hexx and Veetch, the last of his men gone, he finally snapped.
Not even a few hours after he’d sent out the message, he’d been rescued and was in a ship on his way back to Coruscant.
One of the first things they’d asked him was if he had any contacts, any people he could get in touch with for help. Your name instantly popped into his head. He'd hesitated but, what other option did he have? It's not like he had any other civvies to run too.
So he gave them your comm number, one he could recite by heart, and hoped upon hope that you hadn’t changed it since he’d last seen you all those months ago.
—-
You recognised him instantly. It was like the world stopped, your ears ringing and eyes blurring with tears. Despite his overgrown hair and beard, you would recognise your favourite commander anywhere.
When you first got the comm you had to pinch yourself to make sure you weren't dreaming. Mayday, your sweet handsome Mayday was alive, and back here on Coruscant.
The comm was quick, hurried, secretive. It was directing you to some place in the lower levels, so naturally your second thought was to think this whole ordeal was a little too sketchy for your liking.
But the possibility of bringing Mayday home won you over the fear. And kriff we're you glad it did.
He was sitting on a crate, quietly sipping from the steaming mug held between his hands. It was really him. He was right there.
“Mayday?”
Immediately his head shot up, eyes searching frantically, the mug being dropped carelessly on the floor when he finally spotted you.
He was already running towards you when you rushed to meet him, his body slamming into you so hard you had to take a couple steps back to avoid falling over. You felt your throat burn as tears of relief ran down your cheeks. His smell, the same smell you had craved on countless lonely nights, was filling your senses as you clutched on to him for dear life.
His arms were squeezing you so hard you were finding it difficult to breathe, but you couldn't care less right now. The only thoughts running through your head were He’s safe. He’s back. He’s home.
Pressing you face into his chest you sobbed as he rocked you gently, pressing a watery kiss to your head and whispering into your hair “I thought I’d never see you again meshla”
You pulled back just enough to press your lips to his, him returning the kiss in earnest, brows furrowed and hand cupping the back of your head. You could taste the salty mix of both your tears.
Finally pulling back you laid a hand on his cheek stroking his beard and smiling teasingly before letting out a soft giggle
“Well, this is new”
He chuckled, tilting his head and smiling sheepishly “Yeah.. Not my best look I know"
You hummed brushing a thumb over his cheekbone before standing up on your tippy toes and pressing a tender kiss where your thumb had been.
“Actually I kinda like it. It suits you” you admitted, smiling lovingly at him. He huffed out a laugh, ducking down to peck your lips again. Squeezing him one more time you finally separated, hand still firmly clasped in his as you dragged him towards your speeder.
“C’mon trooper, let’s get you home."
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He looked extremely out of place in your cosy apartment, standing awkwardly in the middle of your living room. Everything had been happening so fast and he still hadn’t had a chance to clean himself or his armour and he was too scared to touch anything.
“Hey” you spoke up softly when he still hadn’t settled down “What are you doing silly? Sit down. Make yourself comfortable. You know it’s as much your home as mine”
He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck before his gaze flicked up to you nervously “Sorry I just don't want to get anything dirty. I’m- well I'm absolutely filthy” he chuckled nervously
Your eyes widened, mentally face palming yourself “Oh kriff I’m so sorry I completely forgot”
“It’s okay-” he started but you were already rushing over and dragging him down the hall way toward the bathroom.
He watched while you rushed about, opening the cupboard and carefully picking out the fluffiest towel, pushing it into his arms.
“Here, you can shower for as long as you want. Just chuck your armour and blacks outside the door and I’ll get them cleaned up for you, okay?”
You pressed a quick kiss to his nose, smiling and stroking his cheek softly before turning and heading out to give him some privacy. But he grabbed your wrist, stopping you and pulling you back around. You gave him a questioning look as he hesitated, glancing around nervously before speaking up.
“I um… I was actually hoping we could shower together?”
"Oh" your lips parted in surprise and he quickly let go of your wrist and hurriedly added
“Unless you don't want to. That’s fine too."
“No, no of course I do. I- I would love to actually” you immediately took a step back into the bathroom and he smiled, pulling you closer to give you a kiss on the forehead.
“Thank you" he whispered against your skin, his beard tickling you and making you giggle
“No need for thank yous Mayday"
"I know" he cups your cheek "But I want to"
You turn your head slightly, pressing a kiss to his palm “Do you need some help with the armour?‘“
When he nodded in response you immediately set about carefully untying the many knots, eyebrows furrowing in concentration as you unravelled all the cloths surrounding his armour. He watched you carefully, loving eyes following your every move as you dumped the filthy wraps on the floor, kicking them outside the door.
Then you moved onto the armour plates, gently removing them with practised hands. You’d done this so many times before, it was comforting to do your little routine once again.
Mayday was thoroughly enjoying watching you as well. He had seen you do it countless times but it never got old. The concentration and gentle patience you exuded was something that filled him with the urge to pepper kisses all over you.
Gentle and methodical. Just like he remembered.
Putting everything in a neat pile when you finished, you turned and smiled when you saw him watching you.
“What?"
“Nothin’” he lazily lifted a single shoulder in a shrug "Just enjoying the view"
You shook your head affectionately "Smooth as ever I see"
"I try" he grinned. "The fact you're so beautiful helps a lot."
"Oh... I see someone's become quite the charmer while he was away" you tease making him scoff
"I've always been charming. I dunno what you're talkin' about"
Patting his chest gently you chuckled "How 'bout you stop teasing, get those blacks off and we can finally get you cleaned up?”
Smiling but complying, he slowly peeled them off as you started stripping your own clothes. He gave you a slow up and down, stupid smile on his face as he took in your bare body. Damn.
He let out a low whistle, making you scoff and raise an eyebrow at him playfully.
"You missed me that much, huh?"
"You have no idea" he groaned, pulling you into his chest. His hand splayed across the small of your back .
"Thought about you all the time. Especially on the extra lonely nights" he winked cheekily, making you laugh.
"Are you flirting with me, Commander? Or... are you just trying to get in my pants?"
He glanced down at your naked form before looking back up at your face "I'd say I've already got that one guarantied."
You rolled your eyes “Yeah yeah, whatever. There'll be plenty of time for that later”
He smirked, leaning in closer “Oh really?”
“Mhm” you teased him, hand slowly dragging up his chest
"I like the sound of that” he murmured, hand slowly dragging further down and giving your ass a light squeeze, making you giggle, his smile immediately widening at the sound.
"Kriff, you have no idea how much I missed that laugh."
Blush spreading across your face, you took his hand in your own and dragged him into the shower.
“C'mon, we’re gonna get you cleaned up. Then-" you pointed a finger at him accusingly "and only then, we can have some more… fun”
He chuckled, pressing an adoring kiss to your hairline and purring against your skin “Yes, ma’am”
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Hello dear Archivist!
I’m quickly falling in love with your boys, and I love everything you’ve written for Ghost & Banshee 💜 But after reading your NSFW ALPHABET post for the squad, I can’t stop thinking about Specter…
If you’re feeling up for it, I’d love to request a little fic for him (SFW or NSFW… which ever feels right 🥰)
Since he seems a bit more guarded than his brothers, what would falling in love look like for him? You mentioned he loves photography & is known for taking pictures of everything, so would his artistic hobbies be influenced by the person he’s falling for? Would he know right away, or would the feelings sneak up on him?
Thank you 💜 (@wings-and-beskar)
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Clone oc Specter x fem!Reader
Word Count: 1305
Prompt: How does Specter fall in love?
Rating: PG-14 for swearing, but minors DNI as always 🔞
Contents and Warnings: swearing, Specter being broody and jealous, a break up (not with Specs), laughing, being silly together, passionate kiss, split lip (not graphic)
Summary: Specter's in love with you, every little bit. He'd do anything for you, say the word... but he wants to make sure you're not going to break his heart.
Author's Notes: Specter's POV!!!! He's so rude, I love him!!
Thanks to @wings-and-beskar for being so patient on this one!! You are a kindness unto my life♡
This one is left open ended on purpose, I'm thinking about writing a sequel so we shall see 👀
This fic doesn't hit on everything asked I'm so sorry weh. But!! I do feel like it answers the question "How does Specter fall in love?" On purpose.
Look at you. Hair's all messy, but I know you styled it that way. You make that stuffy GAR uniform look good, even sexy with how it hugs your curves. I'm glad you never wear that dumb little hat, I think it'd ruin your look... or maybe it'd just make you so tantalizing that I wouldn't be able to help myself. I click a few pictures of you, and I hope you don't mind or notice, but just...
Fuck you. Fuck you just standing there, chewing your stylus, looking down at your data pad with a scrunched brow and squinted eyes. Like it's the most important thing in the world, whatever's on there. We're supposed to be together right now, you called me. You asked me to tail it down here to keep you company and of course I did. I'd do anything you kriffin' ask. I want you lookin' at me so focused. Lookin' at me like I'm more important. What does it have that's keeping your attention so-- holy shit.
"OH FUCK OFF!!!!" You fling that stupid pad so hard and so far it shatters on impact when it hits your wall, and I can't stop myself from laughing. "SPECTER SHUT IT!!"
"What the kriff was on there that made you so mad? You were laser focus unti-- hey. Hey what's wrong? Why the tears?" I close my camera and come over so fast I can't blame you for jumping back. Didn't mean to come on so hard, I'd say sorry but your arms are around my waist so quick my words just leave my head.
"My boyfriend just dumped me, over a text..." my anger overthrows my joy.
"I was hoping so hard that you'd leave him, not for that skug to dump you and not even in person. I'll kill him. I could do it. It wouldn't even be that hard, I'm trained, he's a kriffing bar tender and not even a good one. Half his shit is just water and food color, I hate him so much, he was never any good to you... why are you crying harder? Shit shit shit, how do I make it better, shit-- no- oh... oh you're laughing! Why are you laughing?"
"Specs, you know you're talking out loud, right?"
My face in on FIRE. "Uh-- nope. Fuck... forget I said that, yeah?"
"Not a chance," You're smiling... maker I adore that smile. I move my hands to your face and brush my thumbs over your cheeks, "Specter, do you really feel like that?"
I look away from you, my eyebrows raised, a tall frown on my lips as if to shrug them, "I mean... yeah? That smug son of a--" I catch my temper, and sigh, arms around your shoulders again, "He wasn't good for you. Been sayin' that from the get, but did you listen? Nooooooo," You're laughing more, so I keep it up. I mimic your voice, very poorly, "Oh Specs! He's soooo dreamy!"
"Oh knock it off, I don't sound like that!" You push me, making me stagger a little, your cheeks red from laughing. Maker that laugh, I love it so much.
"Specs, he's so beautiful! He says he's in a band! Oh I can't wait to have his babies!"
"SPECTER! MY SIDES, PLEASE!" You're laughing so hard those tears down your cheeks aren't sad anymore, and I'm over the moons about that.
I put my arm around your shoulders, giving you a little shake and a squeeze, my voice back to my own, "I mean it, though... say the word and he'll disappear. Or say another word, and he'll turn into a toad. You know, like he already is."
I love it when you laugh so hard you snort. I know you hate it, you always apologize and cover your face. But I love it. Even Phantom can't get you to laugh like that... "Specs what're you smiling at me like that for?"
It's my turn to laugh. I chuckle a little, give you another squeeze, "What? I can't enjoy you laughing without getting the 3rd degree?"
You roll your eyes, knocking into me harder and giving me a tight squeeze of a hug. I'm all too happy to return it. "Thanks Specs, I don't know what I'd do without a good man like you by my side."
"You'd be a lot more sad over losers who don't deserve your tears, that's for sure," you don't have any idea what I'd do for you, how much you mean to me... how much I love you...
"Specter, new orders from the council. We're headed out in 15, get your ass over here." Ghost doesn't sound to pleased from the way his voice barks from the commlink.
I groan, roll my eyes with my whole body just to get you to giggle again, and then lift the comm, "I'm in the lower levels, it'll take more than 15 minutes."
"Then you'd better hurry."
Ghost's been a hard ass lately, but I can't blame him, I've been blowing him off to spend time with you. Who needs extra training? Not an ARC trooper... probably. Might have to be better about that...
Since I know I'll be late anyway, I take my time finding my boots in your flat. I know where they are, you know I know, but we still take the time to "look". Before I'm out the door, I hold your cheek again, "He didn't deserve you, you know that, right?"
"Yeah... sorry for being so distracted today, make it up to you next time?" When you bite your lip like that, do you have any idea what it does to me?
I don't know if there's gonna be a next time. I think that's why I keep blowing off drills, because I want you, not a war. I want life, with you, always, infinitely more than running laps and fire practice... I lean forward and press my lips to your forehead, taking a deep breath, just to remember you by.
Just in case.
"Next time, I'm asking you out. Don't go falling for anymore shitty bar tenders, okay? If I'm getting one up'd, he'd gotta have quality, and-" Oh fuck me.
I hold you up as you jump onto me. My arms go under your legs and up your back as your lips crash into mine, our teeth knocking together. You split my lip, it stings, but getting to taste your chapstick is more than reward enough.
"Why'd-- mmm-- why'd you--" I can't get a word in, your kisses are feverish in their quickness, I don't want to stop, but-- but it's not right. It's not for me. It's to drown your sorrow and I can't be that for you, I don't want to be, "Stop."
I set you down gentle, you look so dejected, darlin' you're breaking my heart... "You mean the galaxy to me, you know that? But I can't... I won't be your rebound. I'm not going to be a one and done for you, got that? So when I get back, I'm askin' you on a date. I-- fuck this, I love you, I want you to love me too, so just... process, get over that idiot, and then wear red for me when I'm back so I know it's okay..."
Oh maker you're angry- no? That's- okay not crying, not confused I know your confused face... what the hell are you thinking right now? "I don't own anything red... I um... I'll get something, do you have a preference?"
My eyes soften, and yours do too, and I know... I know I won't have to wait, but I do anyway. I want to make sure you love me back... I can't be your rebound. I need to be your last.
"Vermillion is my favorite."
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I Only See Daylight
Chapter Ten
Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader
Rating: E
Chapter warnings/tags: past emotional & physical abuse, past arranged/forced marriage, panic attacks, trauma, cults, PTSD, hurt/comfort, angst, negative self-image & body image
Chapter length: 5.2k
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notes: helloooo ❤️ i've had a horrible week. i'm posting this early to make me feel better. so...surprise monday chapter! :) please heed the warnings for this one, as there are discussions of past emotional & physical abuse <3 nothing graphic, but it's there. always feel free to DM me if you want more details before reading! ❤️ but otherwise, enjoy, and thank you for being here as always!
threw out our cloaks and our daggers because it's morning now; it's brighter now
Just when you thought you’d finished panicking.
Just when you’d resigned yourself to your fate.
You’re standing in the refresher door, staring at Mando as he stares right back, the threatening note held in his gloved hand. The writing on it is dark and messy, strikes fear in you just looking at it.
You still haven’t answered Mando’s question. He’s just staring at you. Waiting. Expecting some kind of explanation.
Kriff. A million thoughts rush through your mind at once, rendering you unable to form words, your mouth opening and closing as you try your hardest to say something, anything.
He only knows a little about your past. He doesn’t know the whole story. Not only is it now very clear that you lied to him when you said you wanted to visit Correlia merely for the fun, and that you were planning on leaving without telling him, but it’s also clear that someone was going to use Mando and his child to get to you.
How is he ever going to forgive you for that?
“Answer me,” Mando demands. “What is this?”
Your vision is going blurry. Your head is spinning. You look at the paper, back to Mando, to the kid who’s standing at his feet. Back to the paper.
You were going to leave, and he knows it.
They’re being used as a weapon against you, and he knows it.
“I’m sorry,” is all that slips past your lips, just barely a breath, barely loud enough for even yourself to hear.
He steps closer.
You step backwards on instinct, heart rate rising fast. You almost stumble on the sink behind you.
He stops, keeping his distance. For a tiny moment his free hand twitches towards you, like maybe he wants to reach out, close the distance between you in at least some way, but he hesitates. “Cyar’ika,” he says, and you immediately shake your head at the name, not wanting him to ever call you something soft again because you don’t deserve it—“I’m not mad at you,” he assures, soft all of a sudden. “Just breathe. I’m not angry with you, I promise.”
Unblinking, you stare at the black of his visor. He says he’s not mad, but you bet the expression on his face says otherwise.
You’d be mad. If he lied to you like that.
You are mad, at yourself. Furious. That you ever thought coming with him was a good idea for any of you.
His foot moves forward to take a step. You move even further back, pushing yourself into the corner of the fresher, your hands splaying on the wall on either side of you.
“Hey,” Mando says, so gentle, “hey, look at me. It’s just me.”
You’re panting for air. Your head spins, vision sliding side to side. Finally you blink, and a tear falls; it’s the breaking of the dam.
Water pours from your eyes and down your cheeks, and your legs start to shake, the pain in your shoulder like fire with how hard you’re bracing yourself against the wall. You stare at Mando, into his visor, knowing him, trusting him.
I trust him.
It’s Mando.
He’s not going to hurt me, even if he is angry.
“I—” you stammer through the strain in your throat.
“You don’t have to be scared,” his voice sounds broken. You’ve never heard it quite like this. It cracks, tense like there are tears in his throat. Your suspicions are almost confirmed when you hear him sniff. “Please, Cyar’ika,” he holds out his free hand. Then, realising you’re still staring at the piece of paper in his other, he drops it. Like it doesn’t matter. Like it’s insignificant. Then, pleading, “Talk to me.”
A sob forces its way out of you.
You squeeze your eyes shut for a minute, trying harder than you’ve ever had to to bring yourself back to reality. To ground yourself in where you are, remind yourself that you’re safe, that you know Mando, and he knows you.
“I’m sorry,” you say again. Because apparently it’s your favourite thing to say.
“It’s alright,” he assures you in an instant. “You know it’s alright. You can stay in there as long as you want, but you don’t look very comfortable, so I can give you space, if that’s what you need,” he starts to step back, but somehow, from some instinct that even the panic attack can’t seem to squash, you reach out for him before he can move away.
“No,” you beg him. “Please. Stay. Don’t—don’t go.” You’re leaving soon. You have to make the most of every minute with him.
He nods. His hand is still outstretched to you, patient.
You stare at it.
“Talk to me,” he urges again, not even close to a demand.
A few jittery breaths stab through your mouth and into your lungs. Something in him seems to weaken for a second, his body tilting closer to you, his shoulders tensing. You wonder if he wishes he could look right into your eyes. If he feels guilty that he can’t.
He shouldn’t. You’ll take whatever he can give you.
Which is why you reach out, your hand shaking so hard it seems more like muscle spasms, and place your palm against his.
“I’ve got you,” he tells you, not moving to come closer, just giving you your space.
“C—Can we—” a few more shuddering breaths, “Can we sit down?”
He nods. Gently, he pulls on your hand, and helps you step over the lip of the fresher doorway. As he walks with you over to a crate, he fishes Grogu’s silver ball out of one of his many hidden pockets, and leans down to hand it to him. “Hey, kid, you mind giving us a minute? Go play, we won’t be long, I promise.”
The kid accepts the ball happily, and waddles over to the bed chamber, getting himself settled on Mando’s bed. The door closes behind him.
You sit on the crate, and Mando sits beside you. You can’t even look at him. Your eyes stare straight ahead at the piece of paper sitting on the floor. The piece of paper that has ruined everything.
Mando’s gloved hand reaches out, takes a gentle hold of one of yours, pulls it into his lap. “What happened?” He asks, smoothing his thumb over yours.
You sniff. The tears have slowed, but now you just feel drained, every single ounce of strength you had left just gone. The strength you were going to have to use to leave.
“I found it in my pocket when we got back,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. You can feel his gaze on you.
“Do you know who wrote it?”
“No idea. A ‘family friend’ could be any number of people.”
“Your family hurt you,” he says, something he already knows. “Is this the first time you’ve heard from them?”
“Since I escaped, yes. I…knew there was a risk that someone out there could recognise me,” Gods, there’s that guilt in your stomach again, twisting worse than the knife wound in your shoulder. You look over at the door that the kid is behind. Because of you, he’s in danger. “I’m so sorry, Mando. I should never have left that planet. I put you in danger by coming with you; someone obviously knows who you are, knows that you’re valuable, that he’s valuable…they must have seen that I care about you, that they could use you—” you can’t. You actually can’t.
Mando can. “I don’t blame you for this,” he says. “Hey, I need you to hear me when I say that. Do you hear me? This is not your fault.”
“But it is,” you whisper, and finally find the strength to look up at him, peering through his visor with tear-blurred eyes. “It is. I put you at risk.”
He shakes his head. “I promised you my protection. I should’ve been more careful.”
“It’s not like I made it easy. You didn’t even know who you were protecting me from.”
For a second, he hesitates. “Who am I protecting you from?”
Your eyes fall closed. You move your head away, hang it low towards your lap. “I told you my family hurt me,” you say. Where he’s pressed up next to you and holding your hand, you feel him nod. You can’t not tell him the truth now. He deserves to know. It’s not just your life that’s in danger anymore. “They have a…religion, of sorts. It’s a cult, really, a high-control group that makes them a lot of money, and therefore a lot of friends in bad places. Bounty hunters, for one. But not Guild members, just rogues. Crime syndicates, corrupt politicians…my family funds them, so that they gain power, influence, new members.”
He’s quiet, listening intently. (He always listens.)
“Escaping them would’ve been hard enough if I’d just been a regular follower. But because I was their daughter…their only daughter…”
His hand in yours squeezes, and you feel him tense up, the muscles in his arms flexing beside you.
The next part feels like the hardest thing to confess. It was one of the worst things they did, but only one of.
And, logically, you know it wasn’t your fault. You know that what they did to you was wrong, no questions, no ifs, no buts. But yet it fills you with such shame that it makes you want to hide from everyone forever. “I was betrothed to a man since the day I turned eighteen. He…was not a good man, and I didn’t love him. I fought against it for so long. And my family, they…” your voice chokes you, tears suddenly springing hot and painful in your throat. Your scars twinge on your skin.
You can’t say it.
All you can say is, “They did everything they could to make sure no one else would ever want me.”
You hear Mando’s breathing hitch.
You can’t even look at him.
“What did they do?” He asks, tentative, like he isn’t sure he wants to know. (You don’t blame him; he’s right, he doesn’t want to. No one would want to.)
Unable to stretch your dwindling strength far enough to be able to say it, you shake your head. “Sorry,” you whisper. “I can’t…”
“It’s alright,” he squeezes your hand. “I know this is hard.” Then, he lifts your joined hands, and presses them to the place his lips are beneath the helmet. You can almost feel his kiss, a ghost on your skin. “I’m sorry, Cyar’ika.”
“No, I’m sorry…”
“For what?”
“For bringing my shit into your life. You didn’t—you didn’t know what you were taking on. The daughter of cult leaders who would do anything to get her back.”
“Do they want you back so that you can marry that man?”
“Sort of. That’s part of it. I was supposed to be their biggest success; the perfect example of the cult’s values and lifestyle. But when I escaped, I was seen as their biggest failure. They lost credibility. People started doubting it; if their daughter, of all people, will fight against all hell to escape, why would others want to join?”
He nods. “Makes sense. Sounds like you did more than just yourself a favour by leaving. You saved other people from it, too.”
You laugh mirthlessly. “Yeah, except now they’ve found me again, and I have to go back.”
He pulls your hand away from his helmet, puts it back in his lap so he can turn to look right at you. “What?”
You stare at him, wide-eyed. “I…yeah, I…well, I have to go, don’t I? You read the note. I was going to leave, I thought…I thought you figured…”
“I did,” he says, somehow with a look more intense than ever, like the helmet isn’t even there, “but now that I know, now that you don’t have to hide it, you’re not going.”
“Mando…I have to.”
“No, you don’t.”
“If I don’t, they’ll never stop following me. You know how much attention you draw when you go literally anywhere; as soon as the bastard who wrote that note tells my family who I’m with, there will be nowhere we can go without being recognised. They’ll put out bounties for all three of us.”
He shrugs one shoulder, like it’s no big deal. “It’s nothing I’ve not had before,” he says.
Incredulous, you scoff. “Mando! Did you not hear what you said to me this morning? You’ve only just started this new life for the kid. Free of running, of danger, of the Empire. You can’t go back to that; you can’t let him go through all of that again just for me!”
“Just for you?” He repeats, and you can hear the frown in his voice, “There is no just you. You’re not just anything.”
Words that were ready to come out suddenly halt, stopping before they reach your tongue, crawling away back down into your lungs.
He stares at you. “I won’t just let you go,” he says. Your heart lurches painfully, mixing with the warmth that he brings to your chest, creating a strange mix of peace and terror that you’re not sure what do do with. “I won’t.”
“Mando…I can’t drag you back into a life of running. I can’t.”
“I promised you my protection. You told me there were people after you; I knew the risks.”
“You didn’t know them like you do now,” you point out. Your heart is racing. You want so badly to let him do this for you, to give in, to hold him and ask him to never let you go, to never let them take you. But it’s not that simple. “These people will not stop. They only didn’t come for me before before because I picked a planet in the middle of nowhere, and I stayed there. I didn’t move. But now I’ve come out into the light, and I’m with the most distinctive man and child in the Galaxy.”
“I’m sorry…”
“Gods, no, don’t apologise,” you almost laugh again, out of sheer disbelief that he is the one saying sorry, “I put you in danger. I brought people who will chase you. You fought so hard to find freedom, Mando.”
“So did you,” he counters. “I won’t let you give up your freedom for us. It would break the kid’s heart, Cyar’ika. It would…it would break my heart,” he confesses, quietly, the sincerity in his voice so heavy that for a second it almost sounds like there’s no modulator between you. “If you left.”
Tears well on the edges of your eyes, sting in your nose. “Mando…”
He surprises you, then, by leaning in and pressing his forehead to yours. You wonder if his eyes are closed or open, drinking in your closeness or looking right at you. “Cyar’ika,” he says, whispers. Then, bringing up his spare hand, he places it so gently on your chin, and confusion breaks its way through the chaos when he says, “Din Djarin.”
“I—what?”
“My name,” he says, stroking his thumb over your cheekbone. “My name is Din Djarin.”
Oh.
Oh.
“Your—your name,” you stammer, pulling back just a little to look into his visor. Something sparks in your heart. You can’t name it. It’s even bigger, even brighter than the warmth you’ve grown so used to. “Din?”
He softens. Melts. Leans in, gently placing his palm against your cheek, your forehead brushing against the beskar of his. “Say it again,” he requests quietly.
“Din,” you say, because you’d do anything he asks, you always would have— “Din.”
A huff of laughter comes through his helmet. It sounds disbelieving, joyful even in the midst of the heartache.
“Why did you tell me that?”
“Because I need you to know,” he says, “that you are a part of my life now. A part of ours, me and the kid. And we are not just going to let you go because some shabuir threatened us.”
Your breath catches in your throat, hitching up into a little sob that you try to resist. Reaching up your hand, you place it on the sharp line of the helmet’s cheek, smoothing your thumb over the tail of the visor’s shape. “I can’t let them hurt you, or chase you,” you say.
He shakes his head. “And I can’t let them take you. You really think I’d let you go back to a life like that?”
You tilt your head, kiss the palm of his glove. “I mean…I was kind of going to leave without you knowing…”
“You really thought I wouldn’t notice? That I wouldn’t come after you?”
Heavily, you swallow. Gaze so deeply into his visor that you hope he can see inside your soul. You’d let him. You want him to. Right now, despite everything, you want him to. “Din…” you say.
He sighs softly, like the sound of his name in your voice is music to his ears. “I’ve got you,” he says. “You don’t have to do things alone anymore.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you…”
“I’m not mad at you,” he assures you softly, “I’m just asking you to talk to me. If something like this ever happens again, Cyar’ika, please come to me. You know I’ll keep you safe—both of you. Whatever it takes.”
You can’t quite get over the fact that he’s willing to sacrifice everything he’s fought so hard for for you. You’re just a passenger, a hitchhiker. Up until now, a tiny part of you had still thought that he was only taking you travelling because he felt he owed you after you helped him.
“I can’t ask that of you,” you whisper, still feeling the need to protest.
“You’re not asking,” he says. “But I’m asking something of you right now.”
“Anything.”
“Close your eyes,” he requests, gently bringing up both of his hands, laying his thumbs so softly on your eyelids. Your stomach leaps with anticipation when you do as he asks, closing your eyes and hearing the gentle hiss of his helmet releasing from his head. You expect him to tilt it up again, to guide your head down to the strange angle he’d managed to find for you to kiss him before.
But then, you hear the soft thud of the helmet on the hull floor.
His hands are back on your face in a second, though they don’t move you to that angle, they just hold you, his fingertips gently tracing down the curve of your jaw.
You gasp, hold your hands up in the space between you. “Can I?”
“Please.”
Carefully, you find his face, placing your palms on each cheek. And, shit. Fuck.
His face is right there in front of you. His whole face.
You can feel the entirety of his facial hair, the moustache above his lip, the thicker bits over the sides of his jaw. Knowing he’s looking at you is excruciating and the hottest thing you’ve ever known. You have to strain to keep your eyes closed, force yourself not to open them, knowing that he’s just right there and all it would take to see his face is to open them once, to slip up just once—
But you don’t. You won’t.
Instead, you let your hands do the seeing for you.
They find his hairline. It goes over his forehead, a full head of hair beyond it, short and wavy. Wavy. Probably curly, if he grew it out. A gasp escapes your lips as you gently slide your fingertips over his head and through his locks, all the way down to the back of his neck.
He sighs. You feel it against your lips, warm and sweet. “Cyar’ika…”
“Kiss me,” you request, using your hands now on his jaw to bring his face right up to yours, so close that his nose presses against the side of yours—“please.”
He does.
And it’s not like the first time.
He’s not hesitant, not testing the waters.
He dives in. Breathing in a heavy breath as his lips crash against yours, he holds your jaw on either side, tilting your chin right up into him, your lips slotting together all hot and wet and beautiful. He’s still got his gloves on, but his skin is so hot that you can feel it, even though he’s moving his hands all over your cheeks, through your hair, over your neck.
You do the same to him. Feeling him, your mind coming up with a blurry mental image of his face, mapping his features out like a picture book. Your thumb runs over the hair on his chin, nails digging in a little. When he moans softly against you, you can’t help the moan that escapes your own throat, and you run your nails over his scalp from front to back.
One of his hands moves away from your face, and disappointment is about to hit you before you realise he’s moving it to hold you, pressing it against the spot between your shoulder blades, his fingers splayed wide over your jacket. His cowl bunches nicely into your fist and you use it to pull him closer even though the laws of physics don’t allow.
His lips are so hot, slick as they move against your own, catching your lip between both of his over and over again. It’s not as messy as you’d expected, to kiss him so fast, so urgently. He sucks at your mouth, pushing and pulling, going with your movements but also taking you along with his.
Your hand remains on his cowl, comfortable with how it holds him there, and the other makes a fist in his hair, pulling lightly because you don’t know when you’ll get to do this again; when he’s going to take his helmet off for you like this. If.
So you kiss him like it’s the last time. Because of that, the unknown of when it will happen next; and because you thought you’d never get to do this again.
He hums into your mouth, a pleasured, “Mm…” and it sends a shock of heat between your thighs.
He’s holding you with both hands now, one still on the top of your back, the other sliding around your waist. He grabs your jacket in his fist. You hear the squeak of leather against leather.
It seems too soon when he breaks away for air. He holds you close, pushing his nose into your cheek, panting against your mouth. You don’t pull back, because if you do, your eyes might open on instinct.
Slow, he moves from your waist to your cheek, then ghosts his gloved finger over your lips. “Fuck,” he says, and there’s that heat again. Right between your legs.
“Din,” you whisper, because now that you know his name, you don’t think you can ever stop saying it. “That was…fuck.”
“Mm,” he nods. “Yeah. I—Mesh’la…”
You lift your hand from his cowl, instead stroking at the side of his face.
“It didn’t work,” he says.
Um. “What?” Worry strikes your stomach. Did he not like that? Did you do something wrong? Have you touched his face too much—
“Whatever they did to you, to make it so that no one would want you,” he explains further, his voice low and husky right against your mouth, “it didn’t work.”
The worry is replaced with something else. Not a sharp stab of fear, but something worse, something simmering in the depths of your belly. “Din…you don’t know what they…”
He shakes his head. His hand is decisive on the back of your neck, anchoring you to him. “It didn’t work,” he declares. “I want you. You have no idea how badly I want you.”
You don’t have it in you to argue. You can’t. Not after that kiss. Not after everything.
Instead, your mind goes to other problems currently at hand, the more pressing ones. Din is still pressed against you, holding you like you’re something precious, like he never wants to let you go. The feeling is so very mutual.
His thumb taps at the corner of your eyes. “I’m sorry,” he says, then, “can you keep them closed while I…?”
“Don’t be sorry,” you tell him, nuzzling your nose against his. You feel his moustache brushing against your lips. You’d let him kiss you until it marked you for hours afterwards. Until the hairs hurt your skin. “What you’ve given me is more than enough.”
He kisses you again. Just once. “You, too,” he whispers. Then pulls away, and you wait until you hear the hiss of his helmet before you open your eyes. Despite not being able to see his face, the sight of him warms you from the inside out.
You smile, reaching out to put your hand on the beskar over his cheek. Then, your eyes slide over to the piece of paper that’s still sitting there on the floor. “What do we do?” You ask, hopelessness creeping back into your stomach.
“We have twenty four hours until that hut’uun tells your family,” he says. “We come up with a plan.”
“Hoo-toon?” You repeat the Mando’a word with a curious frown.
“It’s the worst possible insult to a Mandalorian. A coward.”
A smile twitches at your lips. You run your hand down his shoulder, reaching for his hand. “What’s the best possible compliment?”
“Why do you ask?”
“It’s what I should call you.”
He sits up a little straighter, his hand squeezing yours. “Cyar’ika…”
“I mean it,” you insist.
“I know you do.”
For some reason, that hits. “Good,” you whisper, then lean up to press a long kiss to his forehead. Then, “Let’s plan.”
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Your suggestion to use you as bait to lure the ‘hut’uun’ out of hiding is immediately shut down by Mando.
And, honestly, yeah. It does seem like asking for trouble.
“So we use all of us as bait,” you suggest instead.
“How?” Mando is sitting in the pilot’s chair, facing you where you sit in the co pilot’s, with Grogu in your lap.
“We run. Or, pretend to run. Let them follow.”
“You said it’ll be your family who follow,” he points out. “Not just the guy who’s blackmailing you.”
You chew your lip. “Yeah. They’re no army, but they have every way of getting an army to chase us.”
“It’s nothing new…”
“We can’t, Mando.” It’s still taking some getting used to, knowing his name. In fact, you haven’t really had time to process the fact that he told you his name. That’s such a huge part of him, something he keeps so secret, so close to his chest. You’re so honoured by it that you don’t have the emotional space to deal with it right now. The weight of it. The crushing need to tell him Thank you for the rest of your life.
“I’ve outrun armies before. Maybe we go lay low somewhere before the day’s up. Find a way to clear our trail before they even start to follow us.”
“Won’t people recognise you wherever you go?”
“Not if we go somewhere in the Outer Rim.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Isn’t that exactly the kind of place that will recognise you? It’s full of the kinds of people who my family will hire.”
“People might know me there,” he says, “but that’s the point. They know who I am, and what I do. They know I’m dangerous.”
“They know that if they fuck around, they’ll find out?” You suggest, smirking.
He chuckles. He’s sitting in that way again, with his legs spread, his hands on his thighs. You’re staring to wonder if he does it on purpose. Just to get to you. “Exactly. I can think of some places we can lay low. Places that don’t ask questions. I can call on some contacts.”
“What kind of contacts?”
“I’ve got all sorts of them,” he tilts his helmet a bit, like he’s smirking, showing off.
“Oh, you do, huh?” You raise a teasing eyebrow.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he says, his voice dipping lower.
You frown. “Like what?”
“Not in front of the kid,” he says.
You genuinely don’t know how you’re looking at him. Well, actually, you can guess. When he sits like that, and puts that challenge in his tone, that quirk of his helmet… “Din,” you say, feigning confidence, “don’t be gross. Not in front of the kid.” You tease him.
He hitches up one of his legs just a little. “He knows what you’re saying, you know.”
“With my eyes?”
“Your words.”
You look down at the kid, who’s thoroughly disinterested in what you’re saying, too busy playing with his beloved ball. “I’m sure he does. He’s clever.”
“Too clever,” Din grumbles.
“So, are we doing this?” You ask, propping up your foot on the edge of Din’s seat, gently pushing one of his legs out the way.
He puts his gloved hand on the top of your boot. “Yes. If you’re on board.”
“I am. I trust you, whatever you think is best. Outer Rim, then?”
“Yes. But it’s going to take three day rotations to get where we’re going.”
“At light speed?”
“It’s the only way we can avoid being tracked. The hut’uun knows my ship; it’s one of a kind. Once the twenty-four hours are up, if he’s telling the truth, he’ll tell your family, and we’ll be hunted. Our best bet is to lay low for a while, figure out a long-term plan.”
You let out a long, slightly shaky breath. You look away from him, feeling familiar guilt twisting at you.
“Don’t do that,” he says, soft.
“You’re bossy today,” you grumble, not looking at him. “And don’t do what? I’m just sitting here.”
“No,” he says, sitting forward, leaning in closer to you. “You’re feeling guilty. I know that look.”
“It’s me they’re after,” you say quietly, absently looking at the kid, but not really looking at him. Your mind is elsewhere. “Are you sure you don’t just want to use me as bait, and take the guy out?”
He pulls on your foot, suddenly, jerking it further onto the chair so that you look up at him on instinct. “No,” he says, final. “Absolutely not. I’d rather run for the rest of my life.”
You swallow, heavy, staring at him with wide eyes. Then, in a whisper, “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Good,” he lets go of your foot, but gently pushes it from his seat before he turns back around to the control panel, looking out at the vast space in front and around you. “We’ve got enough on board to get us through a few days. But when we get where we’re going, we’ll need to get supplies.”
“Where are we going?”
He flicks a few switches, punches in coordinates. Before you know it, the stars are turning to blurs in the inky blackness, then zooming into one big, blue, flashing kaleidoscope. Hyperspace. Mando sits back in his chair, then looks at the kid. “Tatooine,” he answers.
Oh, great.
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Shabuir - much hated person or thing.
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hey heard you were taking requests!
“Sometimes you love someone and you don’t want them to leave…because if they’re beside you, you can see that they’re safe and you can keep them safe. But, if they go somewhere without you…you might lose them” with poe please?
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“Sometimes you love someone and you don’t want them to leave…because if they’re beside you, you can see that they’re safe and you can keep them safe. But, if they go somewhere without you…you might lose them” + Poe Dameron
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You're going to be angry, that much Poe knows.
The lights of the medbay are too bright, white in their intensity and he shuts his eyes with a groan, trying not to fidget too much as a med droid attends to him.
He's not keen on being handled this way anyways, and it was probably better if he doesn't see what's going on.
The room is empty except for a med droid, which advises him not to move. "A bacta spray has been applied," it finishes. "You have a concussion."
"Great," he mutters, eyes still squished closed against the bright lights.
He gets bacta patches on the cuts up his arms and the one on the crest of his cheek.
Sweat sticks uncomfortably to his skin, pasting his curls to the back of his neck and his forehead. The droid moves away when it's finished and Poe dares to open his eyes, wondering what was taking Jess so long to fetch you.
Probably doing damage control.
He winces again, knows he's going to get an earful, and leans down to tug his boots off. His flight suit is singed, unzipped and rolled to his waist. The white shirt he'd been wearing beneath is also coated with sweat and a bit burned.
When he finally manages to get the second boot off, the door slides open and you burst in.
You beeline for him, your eyes latched onto his. "Poe," you breathe, sliding between his parted thighs where he's still sat on an examination table. "What happened? How are you feeling?"
"Never better," he says cheerfully as he can, smiling at you and letting you fuss over him for one long moment as he awaits your wrath when you've assured yourself he's okay.
It doesn't come. You pull him down gently, one hand against the back of his neck, and press your forehead to his. "What were you thinking?"
You continue on without waiting for an answer, like you weren't expecting one in the first place, "I mean...kriff, I understand. But-," you glance up into his eyes. "Why wouldn't you tell me?"
He opens and closes his mouth. Not sure he has a good explanation for not telling you he was leaving.
Poe had expected you to be angry with his recklessness, not with this.
"You know," you start, backing away from him, a tremble in your voice. "This isn't easy for me. I'm not a pilot. Most of the time I'm stuck here on the ground."
"Sweetheart-,"
"No, hold on, let me finish," you hold up a hand, and he's horrified to realize you're holding back tears.
He nods, lowers his hands, "Okay."
"Sometimes you love someone and you don’t want them to leave…because if they’re beside you, you can see that they’re safe and you can keep them safe. But, if they go somewhere without you…you might lose them,” you say. "I knew I'd have to watch you leave and do dangerous things because that's who you are. And I won't ask you to stop. I don't want you to because then you wouldn't be you. You're meant for this."
You pause and take a long breath, taking a step back toward him. "But that doesn't make it any easier to sit back and watch it happen. That doesn't mean I don't deserve to know when you leave."
Poe's headache has stopped pulsing quite so bad, but when he hops off the table to approach you, you're pressing him back. "Stop, stop, what are you-,"
He captures your hands and holds them tight. "I was treated. I'm alright. It was last minute, there wasn't time to tell you-,"
"Poe Dameron," you say, glaring at him. "I know you know how to use a kriffin comlink." You press one hand to his cheek, "You could have told me, you just didn't want me to worry about you."
He tries smiling at you again, "Is that such a bad thing?"
"Yes," you say. "It makes worrying all the worse when I realize. And I don't get to hear it from you or get to say goodbye."
Poe cups your face between his hands, searching your eyes for a long minute and tries to think of how he'd feel if he were in your shoes. "I'm sorry," he says. "I - believe it or not that was me trying to make it easier on you."
You lean up to kiss him, and gently push him back onto the table. "You need to sit. I'll always worry about you."
"I don't want you to worry."
"Well, that's too bad," you murmur. "That's what you signed up for with me."
He tilts your face up again, and presses light kisses over your skin. "I'm okay. Still fully functioning."
You finally smile, and Poe tugs you up next to him, lying down on the uncomfortable surface with you in his arms. You reach up and touch his cheek, "They got your pretty face and everything this time."
"Maybe it'll leave a scar," he jokes, knowing it won't. "I'll be even more rogue then."
You laugh and nuzzle into him, and Poe clenches his eyes shut, the sound like happy bliss to his ears. "Like you could get anymore handsome."
"I promise I'll always tell you," he says into your temple, "from now on."
"That's all I ask, Poe. I'll never be mad at you for leaving. You wouldn't be you if you didn't."
Stars, he thinks, feeling your mouth press gently against the hollow of his throat, he really couldn't be more lucky.
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Quinlan frowned to himself. Obi-Wan had slipped into the dingy old building all alone more than an hour ago and no one had joined him yet.
Unlike the last time, when multiple armed and dangerous individuals had arrived within minutes of each other and he had caught Obi-Wan red-handed planning a slave rebellion with a known terrorist (he ended up helping Obi-Wan instead of reporting him, but it also kickstarted his hobby of Stalking Obi-Wan Whenever He Acted Suspicious).
But back to the situation at hand. He could not sense the force presence of anyone other than Kenobi inside the building, and he was beginning to get worried. The presence of an impatient pubescent teen who had begged to tag along was not helping either.
Perhaps it was time to crash this suspicious activity. He detached himself from the shadows of the alleys, taking Anakin (who had been crouching behind a dumpster) with him.
Quinlan put a finger to his lips before slowly easing the door to the building open, wincing when it let out a loud creak. Then he had to wince again because the apparently soundproof door had masked the song that was blasting throughout the room.
♫ Unbreak my heart ♫
It was a cramped, dingy room with a large table - a panel, Quinlan corrected to himself. It looked strangely similar to the control panel of a starship, but Quinlan could not recognise any of the buttons or levers. They had strange labels like Audio Input 2 and Mic 1 and Gain.
♫ Don't betray me again ♫
Strangest of all were the music players perched on top of the control panel, blasting the unfamiliar BK song.
♫ Undo this hurt you caused when you killed all of them and you– ♫
Where was Obi-Wan?
Quinlan felt a tug on his robes and he looked down at Anakin, who was in turn staring intently at the grimy wall behind the control panel. He squinted. There was an oddly placed transparesteel window looking into the next room, almost opaque with the buildup of dirt and stains. He could somewhat make out Obi-Wan's figure behind the transparesteel.
Obi-Wan was...he was...mouthing along to the lyrics of the BK song? In front of what looked like a professionally set up microphone, complete with a pop filter and headphones.
Wait a second. An unfamiliar BK song? Quinlan prided himself on keeping track of all BK songs to annoy Obi-Wan.
The song wasn't coming from a music player. It was Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan was BK. He had been BK this whole time.
Without hesitation, Quinlan burst into the recording studio because it was so ridiculous but it made sense and oh Force he was never gonna let Obi-Wan live this down–
"Uncry these tears, I cried so many nigh– Quinlan! What the kriff are you doing here?"
"Obi-Wan! What language, and with a child present too!" Quinlan made his voice sound as disapproving as possible as he stepped aside and allowed the child in question to be in view.
Obi-Wan blanched as Anakin scowled at Quinlan.
Quinlan smirked.
"I think we both deserve an explanation, don't we, Anakin?"
Obi-Wan let out a long-suffering sigh.
"Can you let me finish recording this song, at least? I want to release BK's next album by next month, and it's not like I'm gonna have time after today what with that mission the Council's assigned me."
"Wait!" Anakin's eyes were as wide as saucers. "You're BK?!"
Obi-Wan buried his face in his hands.
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Training For Failure
A/N: I just needed a pep talk from Echo today. (Also, I love soft!Echo fics with all my heart, but I think sometimes people forget that he used to be a badass ARC Trooper and still very much has that vibe going on when he's not playing Mom to Omega 😂)
Warnings: Tough Love from Echo. Reader is feeling bad about themselves.
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"Come on, keep up!" Echo called out, glancing over his shoulder to see you jogging several paces behind him.
You gave him a thumbs up and a grin to hide the fact that you were dying inside. Or at least that's what it felt like. Were lungs supposed to hurt like this? With every strained inhale, the chilly morning air burned it's way through your chest.
Echo jogged in place, watching as you ran over to him, breathing heavily. He clapped you on the shoulder. "You're doing good so far!" He encouraged. "Here, drink." He tossed you a water bottle giving you a little grin. "Just around this bend and we'll be done our warm-up."
You choked on the water, spilling a mouth full down the front of your shirt.
"Wait, this is just a warm-up?" You panted in disbelief.
Echo chuckled, "Yeah, like I told you yesterday. We jog to the training gym, go a few rounds, and then walk back."
You inhaled and exhaled slowly, resting your hands on your knees to help soothe your screaming lungs.
"You okay?" Echo put a hand on your back, looking at you, brows upturned with concern.
Nodding, you gave him a thumbs up. " I'm good!" You gave him a grin and stood up quickly. A sudden wave of dizziness hit you out of nowhere and you stumbled to the side. Echo grabbed your upper arm, keeping you upright.
"Whoa! Hey, take it easy now. Hands on top of your head."
"What, are you arresting me or something?" you jokingly scoffed.
Echo rolled his eyes. "No. It helps the blood circulate better. Helps you catch your breath."
Nodding slowly to avoid worsening your lightheadedness, you obediently rested your palms on top of your sweaty hair. As weird as it sounded, it did help. Slowly the ache in your lungs began to let up, your breaths came more easily and the dizziness abated.
Kriff, you were out of shape. A heavy feeling of shame settled in your core, replacing the sharp sting of laboured breathing.
"Sorry for slowing you down," you mumbled, looking down at your feet. What had you been thinking when you asked Echo to help you train? You were so not going to survive this. "Maybe you'd get a better work-out on your own without me. I'd just kriff it up anyway."
Echo stiffened, "No. Stop." You looked up at him in confusion. His eyes were sharp and serious as though they could see straight through you. It was the same look he had on the battlefield. The look of a leader.
"Look at me." He gripped your shoulders between his flesh hand and scomp link.
"I am." You avoided eye contact.
"No," he moved the tip of his scomp arm beneath your chin, bringing your eyes up to meet his.
"Listen, I don't want to hear that kind of talk." He said firmly. "The only way to get good is to keep going."
You swallowed and looked away feeling a little intimidated and embarrassed. Echo pulled you back so that you met his eyes once more.
"I can guarantee that if you keep thinking you'll fail, then you will fail. I know it's hard and sometimes it hurts but you have to stick with it."
"I can't...." you whispered feeling defeated. Tears clouded your vision, threatening to fall.
"You can." Echo reprimanded. "You can and you will. You're strong." He paused, thinking for a moment, and sighed.
"It does help though, when you have a partner - someone who can motivate you and push you to your limits."
He paused again, breaking eye contact for a fraction of a second. "My brother Fives was that person for me."
He met your eyes again.
"Our squad - Domino Squad - almost didn't make it though training. We failed every simulation. We couldn't work as a team and even the instructors said we'd never make it; that we were failures. I started to believe them because what they wanted from us seemed impossible. I wanted to give up. But Fives wouldn't let me. Fives believed in us - he believed in me. 'We will not train for failure' he told us. He pushed us hard, dragging us all out of our bunks to practice again and again and again. Until finally we made it. Fives was right. We don't train for failure. We train to better ourselves and therefore to better our brothers - our squad."
"I didn't know that," you said softly, wiping your eyes, "I guess I could use a friend like that." Echo nodded.
"Fives was that person for me. I will be that person for you. I will not allow you to fail. Yes, you'll make mistakes, you'll fall on your ass more times that you can count but that's not failure. You only fail if you give up. Failure is a choice."
Echo's voice radiated confidence. You could almost feel it invading your own skin and bleeding into your bones. No wonder they made him an ARC Trooper. He was stern when he needed to be, confident in his abilities, and adaptable to whatever situation was thrown at Clone Force 99.
In addition to all that, Echo was compassionate. He truly cared for his teammates and for that you were glad - for that and everything else, you loved him.
"So what do you say we finish off this work-out?"
You nodded your head, giving him a small smile. "Sir, yes sir!"
Echo grinned, squeezing your shoulder. "Good. Then wipe your face and follow me."
You took a deep breath and began to run, keeping pace with Echo. "And I know a great smoothie place we can hit afterwards."
"Sounds like a plan."
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ᗷᖇEᗩKIᑎG ᑭOIᑎT ~ ᴅɪɴ ᴅᴊᴀʀɪɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
REQUEST: I would like where din and reader get into a heated argument about something (possibly almost losing grogu /not being careful enough or anything better you could come up with). din gets physical + hits reader then fluff at the end
I hope you like this anon. :)
SUMMARY: After half a week of seeing you not sleep at night, and you not telling him why, Din finally looses it.
Happy ending.
WARNINGS: Sleep deprivation, hallucinations, reader get’s hit, mature language, angst, fluff, gender-neutral reader, force-sensitive reader, Din is described as broader and taller than reader, angry!Din, pls tell me if i miss anything!
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You were tired.
Kriff, you were so tired you felt like you could fall onto the floor, and still sleep.
But that wasn’t an option.
.....not after the last time you slept.
You didn’t exactly have a plan of action... it wasn’t like you could never sleep again... You were just... prolonging it.
The nightmare still rung clearly in your head. Din’s limp body as he laid on top of Grogu, most likely shielding him from whatever killed them. Despite the fact it was a nightmare you could still feel the hot tears as they marked your skin. You sniffle at the mere thought of the nightmare... you’re not going through that again. And you certainly weren’t going to tell Din. You couldn’t. If you couldn’t save him in your dreams... then how were you going to save him in your reality?
Din was definitely aware that you weren’t sleeping. Kriff he knew everything, had a sharp eye. When he had brought it up you made up the excuse that you would “Stay up in bed in your own world for a few minutes before you nod off.” You didn’t expect the bounty hunter to believe it... but you at least hoped he would take the hint that you didn’t want to talk about it. Of course he didn’t. So he asked again. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“Just a little restless” You’d lie again. He never pushed past that point, he’d keep bringing it up, obviously concerned, but he never said anything more, not wanting to push boundaries. That was until you started hallucinating.
It happened after a rather difficult bounty. Din was visibly agitated, hands gripping the controls of the Crest a little tighter than usual. The bounty put up a little more of a fight than he had expected, stabbing him in the shoulder.
Purple bags loomed under your eyes, and your skin was more pale than usual, of course you covered it up best you could with makeup. It had been 5 days since you last slept. Your heavy eyes begged for a goodnight’s sleep, but as you had for the past few days, you ignored it.
Grogu was sitting next to you, cozily sleeping, nuzzled in your left arm. “He’s so cute when he sleeps.” you whispered to Din, brushing your fingers through Grogu’s silk-like hair. Under the helmet Din raised a brow. Who? “Who’s so cute when they sleep?” Din almost cautiously asked. “Grogu, duh.” You chuckle, still stroking your hand through his grey hairs. Din spun around on his seat. “Y/n?.... Tell me... where is Grogu.. now?” he questions. You raise a brow at Din, baffled. “He’s right here... can’t you see him, he’s sitting next to me, asleep. Din felt as his gloved fingers clenched together then unclenched. He was sure you could see the steam coming out of his helmet. You cock your head at him. “Din... are you ok? If you want I can pilot the Crest, whilst you go for a nap.” You offered. Din stands up, and approaches you, menacingly. Once his arms length from you he stares at you. “I’m not the one who needs a nap.” He growled. “What?” You ask, features laced in confusion. “We left the kid with Peli two days ago, so we could get the bounty. We’re going to pick him up now, he’s not on the Crest.” He seethed. You felt your chest stiffen. Were you hallucinating? No, you could still see him... this was a joke, he was right next to you, you could feel his small breath on your arm. “is this some sort of joke?!” you whisper-yell. Din grits his teeth, shaking his head, trying to keep his cool. “You’re going to bed, and i’m not going to leave until I am sure you are sleeping.” He practically yells. Without a moment to process what he was saying Din yanks you up off the co-pilot’s seat. “Wha- hey! No!” You yell as he practically dragged you down into the hull. You try pulling away from him but his hold was not letting loose. Kriff you forgot how strong he was. You weren’t going to sleep... that nightmare made you suffer, and so did the one before that, and so on. So you did the next thing that came to mind. Knowing it wouldn’t hurt him, due to his armour, you lift a crate in the Crest up with the force. It hovered in the air, and then smacked into the side of Din’s helmet. Din stumbles, and the minute of shock gave you the advantage to twist out of his grip.
You took two large steps away from him. “Why won’t you just sleep?! It’s not like i’m asking you to kill someone!” he yells. Tears blurred your vision. You found yourself hiccuping every few breaths. You can’t tell him why... just need to tell him more excuses, he’ll stop worrying then. “I’m restless! I told you that! Plus, I want to check on the kid before I sleep and --” Din cuts you off. “Stop making up excuses and just tell me why you won’t sleep!” Din again yells. “You can’t force me to tell you something I don’t want to tell you Din, fuck off, just drop it!” You scream voice turning hoarse. Din walks over to you, you find yourself taking a few steps back, until your back hits the cold wall of the Crest. Din hovered over you. Fuck he was tall. Your breathing picked up, but you weren’t going to give in, he could just learn to drop some things. “Go to sleep.. now” It wasn’t an order it was a command, one not to be questioned. But of course you pushed. “No! You wouldn’t sleep either if you knew what was going on!” You yell, tears now spilling over and streaking your face. “Then tell me what’s going o-” You cut him off, already knowing what he was going to ask of you. ”No!” you shout straight to his visor. Then there was a harsh pain. It blossomed in your cheek and shot up to your head instantly. You found your body hitting the crest floor from the impact. Your hand cradled your now tender cheek in your palm. You look up at Din, who still stood above you, chest heaving. Your glossy eyes were reflected back at you through his visor. Your mouth was agape, any anger evaporated and turned into pure shock. Your whole body was tense, and you were sure Din’s was too.
What the kriff just happened? Din internally screams at himself. Did he... Did he just... h-hit you? He couldn’t talk, couldn’t breathe for that matter. He had never been that angry around you... he wished he could undo the action. The fear in your eyes felt like a dagger being plunged deeply into his heart. What had he done. Your cheek was red... kriff did he even hold back a little? He forgot how much bigger he was compared to you.. he could have really hurt you. “Mesh’la... I-... I’m sorry!” He instantly whispers, dropping down to where you layed still in utter shock. Your breath’s were shaky and your whole body trembled when he pulled your hand away from your cheek. What made him think he could do that?! His hand gently ran over your cheek and you winced in pain. “I’m... cyare.. I-” You yet again cut him off. “Nightmares.” you breathe out, sniffling shortly after. “W-...what?” Din gasps, surprised you’re even talking to him. “I’m not..” You sniffle, taking in a shaky breath. “I keep having nightmares... every night.” You sob. “I can’t deal with them anymore, I-I didn’t want to tell you be-because I was too embarrassed.” you cry, heavy sobs wracking your body. Din felt guilty now. If he had known you were in pain he would have approached you more gently, he just thought you were trying to get a reaction out of him. “I.. I’m sorry, I didn’t.... know.” .... he doesn’t give you a chance to reply when he speaks again. “You shouldn’t be embarrassed to tell me about a nightmare, everybody has them.” he whispers, tucking a loose strand of your h/c hair behind your ear. You nod. “But you need to sleep cyar’ika.” he huffs out. Frantically you shake your head. Din sighs. “I’m going to stay with you ok... and if I think you’re having a nightmare I’ll wake you up.” Din offers. You shake your head slowly. Instead of getting angry this time, Din offers more. “Would you like me to do something else then, that will help you sleep?” He gently whispers, voice like honey, despite the modulator. He really just wanted to help you... maybe you should meet him in the middle, no matter if it was a little scary to sleep. “C-Could you .....hold me... until I fall asleep?” You practically whisper. Din doesn’t even reply when he picks you up, bridal style and walks you over to his cot. After you climb in he lays next to you, pulling you into the comfort of his bare arms. He must have taken the beskar off when you were climbing in. Immediately your tired eyes fall shut... and instead of forcing them back open like you had so many other times, you let them have some rest.
The last thing you felt was the rim of Din’s thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin, and a small kiss on your head, before you fell straight asleep.
And this time you had dreams.
I’m sorry I feel like I didn’t incorporate as much fluff as I wanted to, I know you said you wanted a fluffy ending, but I couldn’t think of what to add! Anyway I hope you still like it and if you want anything changed just msg me <3
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PLEASE MORE SUB HUNTER 🙏🙏🙏🙏
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Pairing: Hunter x f!reader
Summary: Only good boy's get to finish. Let's see if your good Sergeant can work for it.
Warnings/Tags: 18+ work!! minors shoo flyyyyy - sub!Hunter, dom!reader, strap-on cock sucking, begging, gagging, face-fucking, still no plot but smut!!, pet names, implied f!reader but i use 'cock' singularly here and there, condescending degradation?? — tell me if I've missed anything!
Notes: gonna reply to this anon but therwes so much of you in my asks tha wnated more sub hunter so here he is!!!! ^^ also BLESS EPISODE FIVE FOR GIVING ME THAT HUNTER HEADER RAAAAAAAAAAA
"If you can keep my cock in your throat until I'm satisfied, I might just let you cum." You tilted his head up with just your index finger, watching his messy face look up at you. This is definitely a sight to behold. He groaned, hearing his award.
Already greedy and desperate to cum, Hunter immediately inched forward, his tongue coming out to wet the tip of your strap-on. Your finger ran through his loose curls, guiding him closer and closer to your cock, "Please fuck my throat—"
Your fingers that were once toying with his hair gently grabbed a fistful of it, shoving the strap-on into Hunter's mouth. He didn't expect you to fuck it immediately, his eyes going wide when he felt the cock touch the back of his throat. Hunter shut his eyes, the tears that were building up already threatening to spill. He hollowed out his cheeks, swallowing and breathing through his nose.
Unprepared to take it all like that, he gagged.
Once.
Twice.
And three times before you pulled him off.
You stared deep into his drunken eyes, they were so teary, so messy. He was panting, his fists balled up within the restraints. You lifted your strap-on, gently tapping it on the side of his tatted cheek, "Open." You ordered the Sergeant.
Following orders wasn't his specialty but in the bedroom with you, he complied without question. He opened his mouth, tongue coming out to lay flat. Hunter's mouth was watering, noticing how you gave him some time to prepare. His brooding eyes stared back into yours, waiting impatiently for you to stuff his mouth silent.
Instead, you delved your fingers, getting them wet and coated with his spit, "Suck." Your one word orders sent shivers throughout Hunter's skin, giving him goosebumps. You pushed your fingers deeper into his throat with the intention of making Hunter gag around them so you could feel how his throat clenched.
You pulled your fingers back out when he gagged around them, his throat warm and used from your previous face-fucking sessions. You ran your spit-covered fingers along the bottom of Hunter's cock, feeling the way it twitched the closer you got to his sensitive tip, displaying the constant beads of precum. He groaned, gasping every time you teased his tip, rubbing it in small circles.
"Need to cum, kriff, hurts so bad, please... use my throat..." Hunter's voice was so low you could barely hear it.
"Open your mouth and relax, I won't be nice." Fuck. Hunter's cock twitched again but this time, at your words. Anymore dirty talk and he swore he could cum hands-free. The looks you give him before he takes your cock sends his senses into a frenzy. Everything had seemed to be heightened, everything more sensitive. You had somehow managed to drive them into a needy and desperate state.
Hunter was quick to open his mouth, wanting to feel your strap-on again hitting the back of his throat, bruising and using it until he had to tap out. Your hand rested on the back of his neck, crawling up into his hair. In one swift movement, you thrusted your cock into his mouth, cutting off Hunter's moan that was about to escape.
You grabbed his hair, tightly, keeping him on the base of your strap-on. You slowly began to fuck his face, wanting to hear the whimpering mess he was. The wet noises were so loud, turning you on so much more now.
You let your hand move to rest on the front of his neck. You groaned, satisfied with the feel of how deep the silicone cock was in Hunter's mouth, "Imagine how your General's would feel, how your Captain's and Commander's would feel if they saw their little Sergeant taking my cock?"
Hunter swallowed around your strap, he knew this was some sort of trap to throw his mind off focus. He's doing so well, not having gagged just yet and you were passionate about pushing him over the edge. In response, Hunter whimpered at your dirty words. The palm of your hand caressed his throat, occasionally squeezing it to see if Hunter would give in.
Unfortunately, he did. The slight pressure on his throat sent his mind into turmoil.
Gagging once.
Twice.
Thrice.
And four times before pulling him off.
"Hnngh, gah... shit, was that good? I— ah, mmm..." Hunter swallowed, trying to regain his stream of mind. You were proud of him, really, he took it better than you expected. The tears that were on the verge of his eyes spilled, leaving a wet trail on his skin.
Speaking of wet trails, you glanced at his crotch, the bead of precum that was once there spilled and rolled down the length of his cock.
You kissed him. Despite having his mouth used, his lips were so soft. Hunter was a bit sloppy, not entirely returning the same energy of kisses to you but he was more than satisfied to feel you on him.
"Did so well my pretty," He gave you a cheesy smile.
"Yeah?" Hunter's voice was coarse.
"Yeah," you cooed. "I think someone deserves an award."
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planetarium
part 4
pairing(s): luke skywalker x (f!)reader, din djarin x (f!) reader
summary: you hitch a ride
warning(s): none
a/n: okay wow it’s been like two years since i’ve updated this story lmfao better late than never lol oops
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Luke Skywalker woke up early to an empty bed. Hanna city was blanketed with fog and a blue tinge as the sun had just began to rise but hadn't quite peaked over the mountains yet. Stretching his limbs with deep blue eyes still closed, he patted the mattress beside him, searching for the body of his fiancée. His hands found nothing but the cold silken imprint of you body.
That was odd.
He always woke up hours before she did for his meditation and training.
"Y/n?" He called out from his spot, still lying in bed.
There was no response.
Luke peered up at the clock that was built into the wall across from the bed; the white numbers blinked 4:45.
"Honey?" He tried again, but the apartment was completely silent. There was no low hum coming from the fresher and the holonet wasn't on. A bad feeling creeped up inside him as he threw back the covers to investigate where you had gone at this ungodly hour.
As he rose out of bed in a flash, the hair stood all over his body. He only got this feeling when something was wrong. Like the forces way to warn him for the incoming torture that he was about to endure.
Before he was able to pass out of the door into the living room, his deep blue eyes glanced to the long ornate dresser. There was no red blinking glow of the tracker that he had placed there only last night.
Where was the tracking fob?
"Y/n?" He tried again.
Again, no answer.
It was then that he spun on his heel and practically ran to their shared walk-in closet. His breath hitched at the sight of clothes, of all kinds strewn over the floor with empty hangers littering the racks of her side.
He unconsciously reached a hand to the shelf above his side, blindly patting the wood for his now missing duffle bag.
Kriff!
"Y/n?!" This time he wasn't expecting an answer. He knew there would be none.
Luke strode out of the closet and over to her side of the bed. Looking for the DL-18 blaster that she always had strapped to her thigh during their wartime escapades. With an outstretched hand to grasp the handle, a shiny kyber crystal sat upon a tissue stopped him midair.
Hands trembling, he reached out and gently grabbed the ring with his real hand, as his bionic one grasped the tissue with neat handwriting.
Turning the kyber crystal ring in his hand, he read the short but effective note written in Gwyn's handwriting.
‘I need to go. I’m sorry.’
His heart felt like it had been ripped in two as he read the words over and over again, until the message had fully sunk in.
She's gone.
And it felt like entirely his fault.
Balling up the tissue in his hand and grasping the ring in his other, he pulled on his discarded pants from the night before and grabbed the black robe that hung from the door, and flew out of the room and into the apartment.
"HAN!" He screamed as he slammed the door open. "HAN!"
Practically flying down the hallway to his twins apartment, tears began to stream down, staining his flushed cheeks with salty drops.
Luke's bare feet skidded to a halt in front of their apartment. The hand with the crumpled note banged loudly on the maroon and golden front door. "HAN!"
His banging continued on the door, trying desperately to wake the couple up.
After what seemed like forever, the maroon door slid open to reveal Leia in a white silk dressing gown.
"Han isn't here!" Leia yelled back at him in annoyance as she rubbed her chocolate eyes and looked up at her brother. His hair stood in all directions and his once sparkling ocean eyes, were dullen and stained red with waves of tears streaming down his cheeks. Her tone became soft with her brothers distraught appearance, "What happened?"
His hand opened up to reveal the engagement ring sitting in his palm.
"She's gone."
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The seedy cantina was dimly lit with blue neon panels on all of the surrounding walls. The sleek silver bar, encrusted with yellow lights along the perimeter of the circular bar, held dozens of smugglers, bounty hunters, and alcoholics.
You were currently hunched over the bar with a bottle of something you didn't quite know in your hand, with the duffle bag securely between you legs and blaster strapped to your thigh. Your eyes scanned the crowd, looking for someone with at least a trustworthy face, but it was proving to be hard, especially in this place.
"I hear you're looking for passage somewhere." A deep voice spoke next to you.
You came face to face with your brother.
"Han?" You slipped off of the seat.
"Hey kid." Han Solo smirked down at his little sister.
"I-I thought you were on a job!" You poked a finger in his hard chest as you sat back down on the stool, securing the bag back between your legs.
"Yeah, I was." Sighing, he situated himself on the empty stool next to you. "I just got back from Coruscant."
"Where's Chewie?" Looking for their tall and hairy friend.
"Talking to some Twi'lek." He pointed his thumb behind his head towards a secluded table. Chewbacca was leaning back in his chair against the wall, laughing at something a pink female Twi'lek had said.
"Typical." You laughed lightly and took another swig of the bitter alcohol.
"Why are you here?"
"I'm mad." You said truthfully.
"Mad at who?"
"Everyone. Everything."
"So you ran away?"
"So I ran away."
"What about Luke?"
"What about him?"
Han sighed deeply and ran a hand though his hair before he laughed. "You're stubborn, you know that?"
You smiled solemnly as you tipped the bottle towards him and took another sip.
"What's with the tracking fob." Han pointed to the small silver tracking fob that was currently clipped to your belt.
"I don't know," You looked down at it. "it gave me an excuse to leave."
"Where does it take you?"
"Arvala-7."
"Never heard of it."
"Neither had I before yesterday." You laughed reminded of the conversation had with Luke just yesterday. The two siblings sat in silence as you finished the rest of the drink.
Chewbacca, finally done with the pink Twi'lek, made his way over to his old smuggling partner and encircled his long furry arms around you.
"Hey Chewie." You smiled into the warm Wookie, wrapping your own arms around what you could of him. He groaned in response as he ruffled your hair. "So can you two take me?"
"Are you sure?" Han looked down solemnly at you. You only held his gaze, letting him know you were dead serious about your decision. "Alright kid, we will."
"Don't tell the twins."
"Look I'm dumb, but I'm not that dumb." The two siblings laughed.
"And no questions asked."
"No questions asked."
"Where are we going?" Chewbacca groaned.
"Arvala-7." Han answered his co-pilot.
"Never heard of it."
"Neither had I until twenty minutes ago." Han smiled.
"Let's go." You placed the empty bottle on the counter and grabbed the duffle bag, getting up from the stool and began to make for the exit.
"Woah, woah, woah. Slow down." Han reached out and grabbed you shoulder to stop you. "What's the rush?"
"It's now or never Han. What happened to no questions asked?" You didn't even look at him before shaking free of his grip and starting for the exit once again. Han and Chewie looked at each other with puzzled looks before shaking their heads and following you.
Opening up into the empty streets of Hanna City, the orange glow of the sun just began to peek through the tall buildings. You breathed in the crisp morning air as you felt the way the blaster rubbed against your thigh and your hand clamped around the bag, creating callouses on the soft palms; made you feel like yourself again. The freedom ran through your veins for the first time in five years.
"This way, kid." Han and Chewie were standing to your right as they waited for you to follow.
The old trio stepped into hanger seventy-two. A golden circle of light shown down upon the Millennium Falcon, illuminating the piece of junk in a halo. Han smiled to you as he opened the hatch to the ship and climbed on in.
However, confliction rose within. You hadn't even thought about Luke and how it might affect him. You were glued to the floor, feet staying firm at the bottom of the ramp. How would it affect the rest of your friends?
How would it affect Leia?
Ben?
Chewie?
Han?
You weren’t so sure you’d come back at all if you stepped on the ship.
"You coming?" Chewbacca poked his head out as he groaned to you.
Closing your eyes and inhaling the fresh air, you gripped the handles of the bag harder.
I need to go.
Or I'll regret it.
You opened your eyes and descended up the ramp.
No going back now.
The millennium falcon hadn't changed one bit as you entered the old Corellian light freighter. The sheen of the black floor held your reflection as you tread carefully through the winding corridors of the ship.
The old dejarik table was still situated in the corner of the large hold. Walking over, you pressed a finger against the on button, the holo figurines were still in their place from Chewbacca's game from all those years ago.
Powering it off, you walked further down towards your old bunk room. Pressing lightly on the button, the door slid open revealing the small bedroom.
Everything was as you had left it.
The photo of you and Han, younger on Corellia sat on the ledge of the tiny window. Your first blaster, a stolen EE-3 carbine rifle stolen from a Stormtrooper when you were twelve, was still propped up against the dirty off-white wall. The turquoise and white blanket that you had once bought off a trader on Tatooine, laid on top of the small single person bunk.
You dropped your things onto the bed and all but ran out of the room and down to the cockpit, where Chewie and your brother were prepping for the flight.
You situated yourself down in your regular seat from behind the co-captain's chair. Nostalgia washed over you, a warm and normal feeling.
"Ready?" Han and Chewie both turned around to look at you.
You didn't know that the smile on your face could grow any larger than it was, but it had. “Ready.”
Han's hands guided the ship out of the hangar and into the sky. Hanna city grew smaller and smaller as the Millennium Falcon climbed higher and higher in the atmosphere.
Before you knew it, you had flown out of the atmosphere and made it into space.
"Welcome home." Chewie groaned.
You smiled at them, guilty, but real. Han punched the hyperdrive and they were finally off to Arvala-7.
"I'm glad to be home."
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Midnight Masquerade - Fives
Summary: The bottle lands on Fives.
Chapter Warnings: minors DNI; incubus!Fives x f!reader. kinks: edging + double penetration. slight instance of anxiety, seduction (though lbr, it doesn't take much from Fives), alcohol, oral (f receiving), Fives loves to eat pussy, orgasm denial, unprotected PiV sex (cloak before you stroke), creampie, if I missed anything please let me know!
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...Fives.
The other troopers at the table cheer. Eyelashes fluttering, you glance up at Fives. Heat blooms under your skin at the grin that tugs at the corners of his lips. Rising from your seat, you chuckle as he trips over himself getting away from the table, but the brief moment of levity does little to quell the sudden rising tide of nerves in your stomach. You’d be lying to yourself if you said that you haven’t thought about Fives before. Of all the troopers at your table tonight, he is probably the one you’re most comfortable around, aside from Rex—but that level of familiarity is exactly what’s causing you to second-guess yourself now.
Fives’s easy grin smooths into a smirk as he slips his arm around you, hand ghosting over your lower back. You allow yourself to be led deeper into the party. As you brush past myriad other clones, in various states of costume and transformation, something brushes up into your hand.
You jerk your hand up, eyes wide. A deep blue, nearly black, pointed tail wraps around you from behind, a leathery texture to it. Spinning as you walk, you trace the writhing appendage to its owner.
Fives quirks an eyebrow down at you. “Hope you don’t mind if I flex my new body, mesh’la.”
“Course not,” you say, maybe a little too fast. Kark, yeah, you’re in over your head. Taking a steadying breath, you glance around at where Fives is leading you, but the fog machines have done their jobs a little too well. Anything ten or so feet past your nose is obscured.
Kriff, what are you doing? In the strobing lights, small, pointed horns gleam where they protrude from Fives’s forehead. He doesn’t touch you with his tail again, but you can nearly feel its presence undulating behind you. Through it all, his palm remains on your back, a gentle pressure, but one that your flailing brain latches onto.
“I need a drink,” you gasp.
Tearing yourself away from him, you shove through the crowd in the direction you remember seeing the bar before. Breath coming in shorter bursts, you have to hold the rising tide of panic at bay in your chest. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long before the crowd breaks and you stumble into open space. The bar stretches before you. Bottles of every kind of alcohol imaginable line the shelves of the wall behind it.
Several clones already sit on the barstools. As you approach, a few of them receive their drinks and disappear back into the crowd. You sink gratefully onto one of the padded stools.
The bartender, a nat-born man with short brown hair and a sympathetic smile, approaches. “What’ll it be?”
“Something strong and cheap,” you say.
He chuckles. “It’s on the house. Doesn’t have to be cheap.”
“Fine,” you sigh. “Something strong and not cheap.”
With a wink, he departs, grabbing a bottle of amber liquid off of one of the middle shelves. You focus on the bartender’s movements as he plucks a clean glass, unstoppers the bottle, and pours your drink. Even when you feel a familiar presence settle onto the stool next to you, you keep your gaze on the bartender until he deposits the requested strong, not cheap drink in front of you.
Next to you, Fives waves away the barkeep. He remains silent as you down the drink, grimacing at the burn as it slides down your throat and settles in your stomach.
“I’m sorry—” you both say at the same time.
Smiling despite yourself, you glance at him. His expression is downcast, abashed, and even with the horns, he’s just Fives. You know him.
“You first,” he says, dark eyes meeting yours.
“No, please, go ahead.” You turn to face him.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he says. “I’m sorry if I came across too forward.”
“To be fair, I did ask to know what a monster fucks like,” you say.
“And those poor olives.”
You laugh, nerves settling into a manageable simmer. “That, too.”
He hums, his eyes searching your expression. For what, you’re not sure. He says, “Be that as it may, mesh’la. We’ll do whatever you want. Wanna sit here and get plastered? I’m here for it.”
Eyes fluttering, you smile at him shyly. “Thanks, Fives. I guess I just—I dunno. We’re friends, right? So I just got a little freaked out by the idea of...”
“Sleeping with your most attractive best friend?” he finishes, a self-satisfied, smug smirk twisting his face. But there’s a hint of something else in his expression, something more vulnerable.
You must be imagining it. Rolling your eyes, you shake your head. “Something like that.”
You take another swig of the drink. There’s more that you want to say, more to what you’re feeling. You want to tell him that it freaked you out because you’ve imagined him in certain scenarios before. What he’d look like drunk on your kisses rather than alcohol. Whether he’d be gentle or rough, and what sounds he’d make when—
Clamping down on that thought, you cast your gaze to the wooden grain of the bar.
Fives gently places a finger under your chin and tips your face up to meet his gaze once more. Your lips part in surprise. He’s close—not so close as to completely undermine his previous affirmation of your boundaries, but closer than you’ve been to him before. Has he always had that freckle by his right eye?
“Wanna know a secret?��� he asks, voice barely loud enough to be heard over the thumping music.
Nodding, you find you can’t speak.
“I’m a little freaked out, too,” he says.
“Oh?” Smooth. Real smooth.
He hums, letting his hand fall back to his lap. “They weren’t kidding about this potion. I can feel...so many new things. Everyone’s energy. Do you know what I dressed up as, mesh’la?”
You shake your head, surveying his horns and gently curving tail once again.
“An incubus,” he admits, voice dropping lower. You shiver as it washes over you. “A sex demon. What are the odds?”
“Must be pretty good,” you say. “You should play the lottery.”
He laughs, white teeth flashing in the lights. Kriff, has he always been this pretty? “If only clones were allowed.”
“Then I’ll get it for you,” you say. “And you just tell me the numbers to play.”
Tugging his bottom lip between his teeth, he looks up at you through his eyelashes. In your chest, your heart does this weird tap dance where it both skips several beats and charges through several extra ones simultaneously. The knowledge of his costume should make you feel even more wigged out, but instead, you find a warmth sparking in your core. You feel a little light-headed, but the way he’s looking at you, like you’re the only thing worth looking at, makes you preen.
You suppose he’s always looked at you like that, because you know for damn sure that’s how you look at him. And in that moment, you make up your mind.
“Fives?” you say, scooting closer to him on your stool.
He smiles at you. “Yes, darling?”
“Kiss me.”
Shock flits over his face, followed closely by a smirk. “Are you sure?”
You nod, resting one hand on his thigh, the other dipping down to lightly ghost over the spike of his tail. He shudders.
“Kriff, yeah, okay, mesh’la.” He spins his seat to face you. One hand sliding up your leg, his other cups your face and gently tugs you forward. Your lips meet in a chaste, close-mouthed kiss, his beard rubbing lightly against your face. Heart pounding, you pull back. You can’t stop the broad smile that breaks over your face.
He looks at you like you hung the stars. “Can we—?”
“Yes.” You surge forward and claim his lips in a much more heated kiss, mouths moving against one another fervently. You feel rather than hear the groan that escapes him; tingles cascade down your spine at the sensation. His hand on your leg squeezes the meat of your thigh, sending a delicious jolt of pleasure to your heated core.
A voice forces you to break apart, panting. The bartender fixes you both with a quietly amused look. “There are rooms in the back.”
With a curt, grateful nod, you and Fives both hop off your stools and nearly race each other to the promised doorway. Through it, you find a hallway, which itself leads to numerous other doors. Fives picks one at random. Inside, you gasp; a large, fluffy bed sits under a gauzy canopy lit with twinkle lights. The faint scent of vanilla fills the room, chasing away the faux-sweetness of the fog machines.
Fives’s mouth is back on yours as soon as the door is shut. The two of you help one another undress, clumsy hands getting in each other’s way or tangled in pieces of clothing, making you giggle. But eventually, naked and panting, you press your body against his. Toned muscles flex under his tanned skin, all hard planes to your soft edges. You groan. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, cradling your head to move you exactly where he wants you.
You smooth your hands down his back, relishing in the way the muscles there ripple under your touch. His ass is both firm and squishy; you can’t resist squeezing, earning you a deep groan. Palming his butt in one hand, you reach with tentative fingers towards the base of his tail. He jolts when you brush against it.
“K-Kriff,” he gasps against your lips. A line of saliva connects your mouths together. For a moment, you remain there, breathing in each other’s breath. Your gentle touch explores the leathery, twisting appendage of his tail. Goosebumps raise all over his skin as you do.
“Sensitive?” you murmur.
He nods. Dipping his head, his lips leave a slick trail over your skin where he lowers to kiss the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You gasp at the sensation, core clenching around nothing.
An idea pops into your head. Keeping your hand on his tail, thumb caressing over the pointed tip, you snake your other hand between your bodies and wrap your fingers around his hard, leaking cock. He’s hot and heavy in both of your hands; his length is velvet smooth, where his tail is supple and rough. Fives keens against your throat as you stroke both lengths in tandem.
“I’m supposed to be th-the sex fiend here,” he pants into your skin.
You chuckle. “Better get to it then, Fives.”
Your words seem to flip a switch in him. In an instant, he snatches you up from your feet and carries you to the bed, where he deposits you unceremoniously. You flop with a giggle, the mattress plush and soft—but you don’t have long to relish in the pillowy comfort, as Fives’s hot and wet mouth closes around your neglected and aching cunt. Hands shooting to his hair, you grip at the tight curls, your thighs threatening to close around his head.
His growl reverberates through you as his hands pin your legs open. When you crane your head to meet his eyes, they are dark, pupils blown, as he licks circles around your clit. The coarse hair of his beard burns deliciously against your slick skin. Tugging on his hair, you moan, pussy fluttering.
“F-Fives,” you pant. “Please. Wanna cum on your tongue.”
You can feel his grin against your skin. He redoubles his efforts, mouth never leaving you for an instant. Kark, he looks so good between your thighs, and the slurping sounds he makes are absolutely sinful. The molten cord of pleasure in your lower belly pulls tighter, tighter, tighter.
“Gonna—” You groan, tossing your head back, nails digging into his scalp.
But then he pulls away with a wet pop! Your head shoots back up, a cry of anguish falling from your lips.
“You’ll cum when I’m ready for you to, mesh’la,” he says. There’s a growl to his voice, one that wasn’t there before, and you shudder.
He dives back into your pussy like a man parched. Waggling his tongues over your folds, he tastes you for what feels like hours, days, years—the pleasure never stops. In fact, it simply intensifies when he slips two fingers in to curl against your g-spot, finger-fucking you while he sucks on your clit.
You lose track of how many times you almost cum. You’re sobbing, body wracked with pleasurable quivers, as he fully withdraws and sits up on his haunches. His face and neck are absolutely soaked with your juices, and a dangerous, sinful gleam in his eyes tells you he’s not done with you yet.
“Fives, please,” you gasp out. “Need to cum so bad.”
“I know, mesh’la,” he croons. He tugs you closer by your hips, lining his swollen cock up with your sopping entrance. “I promise you’ll cum for me soon, okay? Just let me take care of you.”
He punctuates the last word by thrusting into your cunt in one, fluid motion. You cry out, body convulsing with the sudden overwhelming sensation of being full. For his part, Fives immediately begins to fuck you, drawing his length out of you before slamming back in, over and over. He slings your legs up over his shoulders, then his hands find purchase on your chest, squeezing the soft flesh there.
The room reverberates with the wet slap of skin against skin, the squelching of his cock driving deeper into your pussy, and the chorus of your soft moans and his growling groans. In your belly, your orgasm begins to build again, the tight cord fraying and ready to snap at any moment.
“So fucking tight, kriff,” Fives grits out. A single curl has fallen out of place and bounces against his forehead with every thrust. “Stars, can I fuck you with my tail, princess? Hm? Do you wanna have me in both holes?”
You clench around him, his words very nearly shoving you over the edge of bliss. “Yes, please, Fives, please, give it to me!”
He slows his pace, resting his thumb over your clit. Though he doesn’t move it, the pressure of his thumb keeps you teetering at the edge of shattered bliss. He gathers excess slick from your cunt and spreads it over his tail.
“Relax for me, darling,” he coos. Then the tip of his tail presses against your other entrance. You try to relax, try to do as he says, but as he gently works his second length through your tight hole, all you want to do is clench around him despite the burning stretch.
A guttural groan punches from him when you do just that.
“Fuck, mesh’la, do that again and I won’t last.”
For a moment, you both remain still, breathing heavily through your noses to catch your composure. Fives flashes you the cheeky grin that attracted you to him in the first place, then very slowly draws his tail back. At the same time, he traces tight circles over your clit; when he pushes his tail into you, he slides his hips back, withdrawing his cock from your cunt partway. You’re never empty. The rhythm he settles into is bone-melting, mind-shattering; your throat feels raw from crying your pleasure to the room.
That molten thread of pleasure snaps taut in your core. Fives senses it, and, unlike before, he continues his ministrations, never letting up. You babble, not making any sense, as his cock drives directly into that spongy spot deep inside you, his tail stretching you in a way that makes your pussy gush.
“Cum on me, gorgeous,” he mutters. “Cum for me, I know you can do it.”
Your entire body locks up with his words. In your tummy, that cord of tension snaps—and you scream, body spasming. Waves of molten, white-hot pleasure crash through you again, and again, and again, each one in perfect time with the way Fives fucks you through your orgasm. Tears stream down the side of your face, but you find you don’t have it in you to care. All you care about is the blinding, debilitating pleasure centered in your pussy.
A second orgasm rolls through you shortly after the first. “Fi-i-i-ives!”
“Where can I—?”
“In me!” you plead. “Need your cum!”
His hard length swells in your spent pussy, and then he’s groaning, body shuddering as he finishes, painting your insides with ropes of hot, white cum. You barely feel it when he slips both lengths from you, body floating on clouds, mind absolutely wrecked. Fives gently sponges away your combined releases with a wet cloth, then settles onto the bed next to you. Pulling you against his body, he rocks you gently back and forth, whispering against your temple.
“Did so good for me,” he murmurs. “Did so well. Such a good girl, mesh’la. You’re safe, I’m here.”
Eventually you find enough strength to talk, your voice hoarse. “Fives?”
“I’m here,” he assures.
“How do you feel?” you ask.
He chuckles, the vibrations sending pleasant tingles across your body. “I’ve just fucked you within an inch of your life, and you’re asking how I feel?”
You can only nod, too tired to feel embarrassed.
“I feel...amazing,” he admits. “The incubus thing really made that, um, different. I hope I didn’t take too much energy from you, but kriff, I feel strong. Focused.”
Humming, you let your eyes slide shut. So that explains why you still feel so out of it, beyond the fact that you just came the hardest you’ve ever done in your life. He took your energy; you’re glad to have given it. “Stay with me?”
“Always,” he says. You think he presses a kiss to your temple, but your body slips into sleep, cradled and safe within Fives’s embrace.
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