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clone-whore-99 · 6 months

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Would it be completely out of line to request a Rex fic? You can say no if it is--it's fine. It's probably not everybody's cup of tea to tackle.

The idea is Rex and fem!reader have been in a relationship for a decent chunk of time (six months min?) and reader has definitely fallen in love with Rex . (Because why wouldn't she--he's REX.) He's her first real relationship and she's had all of her firsts with him except her first sexual experiences (beyond some groping) and now finally feels ready to take that step. Except she's nervous and a little self-conscious because, while she has no experience, Rex does and she's afraid to be a disappointment to him. How he handles that information and what he does to soothe her worries, I'll leave to your discretion.

TL;DR: Can I get some slow, hot, romantic, sweet, sexy first-time smut with Rex, please?

BTW, love your writing. Your Mayday fic was literally the first one I found after I searched him on a whim (curious to see how fast the stuff would be coming out for him). Very nice. Way to get out in front of it all!

Hiiii! No of course it will not be out of line to ask for a Rex fic! I am CLONE-whore-99 after all, not just Bad-Batch-whore-99. Sorry it took me so long to respond btw, life's a bitch but just know I've been working on this since I got the ask

Firsts

Rex x f!Reader

18+ minors will get yeeted

Warnings: so much fluff with a little smut to flavor it, lot of firsts, inexperienced reader, established relationships, fingering/handjob, safe unprotected piv, both reader and Rex are such sweethearts, reader is in a bit of a dangerous situation in the beginning

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Word count: about 4k

Beta read by: @nunanuggets

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Rex. The love of your life, Rex. The man you could see yourself spend the rest of your life with. The man you had all of your firsts with - well, almost all.

The way the two of you met, was a classic rom-com meet cute. Something you’d never thought actually happened in real life.

But it did.

To you of all people.

You had just moved to Coruscant for University, first time being on your own in the big, scary galaxy. You had never really thought of yourself as sheltered or naive, but the other students had apparently labeled you as “gullible” and thought you an easy target for pranks.

Most of these pranks were thankfully harmless, but one did seem to take things a tad too far. They had sent you on a monkey-lizard chase on the lower levels, something you quickly realized after being laughed out of a bar, but not before you had managed to get completely lost.

As time passed on, more and more… Questionable characters came out, and you felt way less secure and a lot more desperate.

Some of them must’ve picked up on your nervous behavior, as they began to circle you, tease you and comment on how you must be from the topside, that you had no place being down there, ect.

You were sure this was it. This was how you were going to die, within your very first week of being on your own. You were terrified, alone and couldn’t help the tears beginning to stream down your cheeks.

That’s when he entered your life. Your savior. Your hero. Your king. Rex.

With a few stern words, one warning shot purposely missing a perpetrators head by only a hair strand and a few punches for good measure, he had saved you.

He had stayed with you until you calmed down enough to actually talk, made sure you actually got back home to your student apartment and stayed the night on the couch, like the gentleman he was.

The next day was apparently one of his rare days off duty, which he decided to spend with you.

Pretty soon he would spend all of his off time in your apartment, whenever he was planetside.

He taught you self defense and how not to be so “gullible” when it came to others. He told you about his crazy adventures, about the jedi and the things he faced in the heat of the battle.

In return, you taught him how to relax, to let himself mourn his losses and his brothers and about regular, civilian life. Though, he never really seemed to quite get the grasp of it.

It didn’t take long for you to fall in love with this wonderful man and it appeared the feeling was mutual. When exactly the relationship started, you weren’t sure. It just kinda happened.

Maybe it began when Rex for the first time brought home a souvenir from one of his missions. Nothing illegal or grand really, just a pretty rock he had found while resting, which made him think of you. He was so shy when he presented it to you, rubbing the back of his and stumbling over his words explaining the reason behind it.

Or maybe it was the first time the two of you cuddled together, warming up and drying off after having gone on an emergency grocery run in the pouring rain. Or the first time Rex let you see the emotional scars the war had caused him. Or the first time he had slept in the same bed as you, after you had had a nightmare.

No. It was without a doubt, the first time you kissed. You wanted to make a traditional meal from your home planet, only to accidentally burn it. You were so distressed, wanting nothing more than for this man to experience a part of your home. Rex had calmed you down with a kiss and the two of you ended up going on your first official date, at Dex’ Diner.

Everything about this man seemed perfect. He made you feel like the most important person in the whole galaxy, like you deserved everything good and then some. And you truly felt the same for him.

Which gave you an inkling of guilt. Rex was a rather… experienced man, when it came to bedroom stuff. Obviously. He wasn’t only extremely handsome and sexy, he was calm, intelligent and had an energy about him which made you feel safe. He was ideal in every way possible.

And you… Were you. You hadn’t even as much as kissed a man before Rex, let alone done anything sexual with anyone. You wanted your first time to be with Rex, but you were scared he would be bored or dissatisfied with you.

Why wouldn’t he? There was no way you could give him anything special. Anything he hadn’t tried yet.

You still wanted to try, though. Rex was bound to come planetside within a few hours and you did everything to give him a warm welcome.

You showered, cleaned the apartment, showered again, dressed your bed with new comfortable sheets, made a delicious meal that just needed quick heating once you got hungry, showered one more time just to be sure and went out to get some fancy drinks and sexy lingerie.

Upon returning to the apartment, you heard the shower running. Thinking that you might’ve forgotten to turn it off during the chaos of preparations, you ran to the refresher to fix your mistake.

How you missed the perfectly stacked, dirty armor next to the bathroom door will forever be a mystery.

The very next thing you knew, however, was that you had just run in on a butt naked Rex in the shower. And you suddenly felt a whole lot of things at once.

Rex didn’t seem too bothered to cover himself, though he did stand in a way so his more private parts were hidden from you. More for your comfort than his own.

“Y/N, you’re home. I hope it’s okay I let myself in to get clean, our last mission was on this dustball of a planet,” he explained, as if he ever needed a reason to let himself in. You had given him the keycard and code to your door for a reason.

Despite your best efforts, no sound managed to escape your lips. You were kinda just stuck there, staring dumbfoundedly at Rex, feeling your cheeks get hotter and knees get weaker by the second.

After getting a towel to cover himself with, Rex exited the shower and closed the space between the two of you. “Aaaare you okay, Y/N? I really didn’t mean to scare you, if that’s what happened.”

You were somehow unable to move, just staring ahead like a kybuck caught in headlights. Rex placed a hand on your cheek and lightly tilted your head up to meet his gaze. The look on his face was a mixture of worry from your odd behaviour and loving to finally see you again.

“I was gonna surprise you, but I guess you beat me to it.” You finally managed to get out, though your voice was still careful and low for some reason.

“Is that so? What was the surprise?”

Your heart was beating so fast and loud, you nearly feared it might break free from your chest. Your whole body felt like it was burning hot and melting away, with the way Rex was looking at you, with how close he was, nothing but a singular towel to cover himself.

“I was going to make this night special for you,” you admitted, without fully revealing the truth.

“Mesh’la, every night spent with you is special.”

Though his statement was sweet, it was far from what you meant. It felt weird admitting the truth, nerves wrenching your gut. Although you were certain you wanted this that night, with this man, it was still a huge step for you.

Hiding your face in your hands, you pressed yourself against Rex’ bare chest - which did not help with your rapid heartbeat. “I want to have sex with you. I was gonna surprise you with sex,” you admitted, voice muffled from your hiding.

With both hands coming to rest on your shoulders, Rex gave you the smallest shove so you wouldn’t be hiding against him or behind your hands. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure I heard you correctly,” He said, looking confused though you could swear there was something else hiding behind his eyes. “Did… Did you say you wanted to… Have sex with me?”

You nodded slowly.

Rex’ hand moved up to your cheek to cup it, as his lips made contact with yours. It was long and soft, melting away all of the tension you had built up with anxiety.

“Mesh’la,” Rex began, his voice deep and raspy. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

Confusion written all over your face, your eyes searched his face for any sign of sarcasm or joking. “What do you mean?”

A smirk crossed Rex’ soft lips, as if you had just asked him why the sky was blue. “Just that you seem a bit nervous, that’s all. I like this thing we’ve got going and I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Rex’ features had a tendency to become soft in your presence. When you first met him and often when he returned from battle, his features were harsh and rough from the stress of the war. But whenever he was around you, they softened a whole lot, as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

It was incredible to get to witness him relaxing and being himself around you. It made you feel more relaxed too.

“I want to,” You replied, upon realizing you had spent way too long studying his features, rather than answering his question. “I really do want to. Why else would I have spent all day preparing for this? It’s just…” Suddenly feeling shy, your gaze averted downwards and to the side. You leant in closer to Rex, resting against his chest, though this time without it obstructing your voice while talking. “It’s gonna be my first time and… You’re, well, you. And I’m scared I’m not gonna live up to your expertise or it won’t be any good for you or… I don’t know! My mind starts running and running so fast I can’t keep up and all these scenarios start playing out and most are good but those that aren’t just -”

With a swoop of his hand, Rex had tilted your face upwards again and pressed a kiss against your lips to shut you up. Your own hands rested against his abs, just around the start of his happy trail.

Breaking the kiss far too soon, Rex’ forehead came to rest against yours. His eyes were half lidded and so easy to get lost in. “How about we just take it slow and see where it ends?” He suggested, before planting another kiss on your lips. Straightening back up to stand tall, an adoring smile crossed his lips. “And I promise, there’s no way anything you do won’t feel good for me.”

With that, the two of you suddenly ended up in your bed together. But unlike all the other times before, this wasn’t for sleeping or a cuddle session.

All of your plans had been thrown out the window. Rex suggested you waited with the food till after, same with the wine as he wanted you to be clear headed for this.

You were still fully dressed, while Rex’ towel was hanging on to dear life. Rex was leaning over you, sloppily making out while one hand kept exploring your body. So far, not much out of the ordinary.

Well, other than only a piece of cloth separating you from his member and your exploring hands constantly inching closer to it.

Rex only broke the kiss for a second, so he could take off your top and quickly went back to kissing you.

His calloused, yet surprisingly soft hands began fondling with your breast for a spell, expertly massaging and pinching them, causing you to be the one to break the kiss this time, with a gasp.

Rex used this opportunity to move his sloppy kisses down your neck, as one of his hands simultaneously traveled down towards the apex of your legs.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, or if it becomes too much.” He murmured against your skin, the vibrations traveling through your body and forced a pathetic whine out of you, as a response.

Upon making contact with your most private area, Rex found that much to his surprise, you were soaked. Beyond sloppy-makeout-session soaked. And as his finger made contact with your throbbing, sensitive clit, your hips instantly buckled against his hand, while your head threw back in a moan.

Rex broke the attack on your neck, so he could look you in the eyes, as he asked: “How long have you been turned on?” His eyes were dark with lust, his tone bordering between being genuine and being playful.

You gave up your attempt to explore his body, in order to hide the shame on your face. Not accepting this, Rex quickly brushed your hands away and pressed his forehead against yours, forcing you to look at him. All the while, his finger did not stop its teasing of your clit, causing pathetically low moans to escape your lips.

“Answer me, mesh’la.” Rex ordered, his voice commanding yet endearing.

“I, ah… I don’t know? Been thinking ‘bout this all dayhhh… But seeing you, in the shower, def - kark - definitely did something to me.”

“You’ve been thinking about me all day? Tell me about them,” Rex egged you on, one of his digits now teasing your entrance while his thumb continued its ruthless pace on your clit.

Speaking was getting harder, while your vision was starting to blur and this knot began tightening in your solar plexus. One hand grabbed tightly onto Rex’ bicep, while the other found its way past the very loose hanging towel and down to hold his cock. You weren’t sure where this new confidence came from, as you had never had contact with another person's genitals.

The throbbing would probably have freak you out, if it wasn’t for Rex’ finger curling into you, while he moaned - the sexiest thing you’ve ever had the pleasure to hear. The thing that was going to tip you over the edge.

Your grip on Rex’ bicep tightened, nails digging into his tan skin, while your other hand began pumping his cock, moving completely on its own accord. “Ka-ark, Rex….” You moaned, your hips thrusting into his palm, as the knot in your stomach snapped and a huge wave of indescribable pleasure washed over you.

Rex moaned praises into your ear, as his hips began thrusting into your hand. He was struggling himself, the feeling of your hand around his cock, while you were moaning his name, made it hard for him not to just cum right then and there.

But he wouldn’t be a very good soldier - much less captain - if he broke that easy. So when you came down from your high, Rex pulled away.

Confused, you pushed yourself up on your elbows, so you could look at the soldier who had by now moved on to pull your pants and underwear off.

“Did… Did I do something wrong?” you asked, slight panic filling you at the sudden retrieval on his part.

Chuckling, Rex replied: “No, not at all, mesh’la. On the contrary, your hand felt so good, I needed to know what the real deal feels like. That is, if you’re alright with it?” He tested, fingers already gripping the band of your pants and ready to pull.

How could you say no? The way he was looking up at you, all hopeful and loving, like you were a goddess and he was awaiting your blessing. Besides, if he could make you feel this good with just his fingers, you could barely imagine how the real deal would feel.

You nodded at him, the grip he already had on your heart tightening furthermore. “Yes, I’m alright with it.” You said out loud, knowing he wouldn’t accept just a nod for a reply.

In a swift motion, the soldier had completely undressed you. His gaze wandered over your nude form, admiration mixed with lust all in one look.

“Beautiful,” he said breathlessly.

Feeling rather shy under his adoring gaze, you tried to somewhat cover your body with your arms, only to have Rex instantly pushing them away again.

“Don’t,” he encouraged, looking lovingly into your eyes. “You’re more beautiful than I ever dreamt about.”

“You dream of me?” You asked, surprised at this new insight.

“All the time, mesh’la.” Rex replied, leaning back over you to bruise your lips with a few more kisses. “You have become a permanent occupant in my thoughts, giving me something other than the Republic and my brothers to fight for.” Rex continued the kisses down your neck, marking you as his with a small bite.

You weren’t sure if the noise you made was a moan or a sob, but it was something in between. How could he say such wonderful, loving things to you, all the while attacking your neck and grinding against your sex.

At last, Rex sat up again, using both his hand and cock to gather as much of your slick as possible. Then, he paused for a moment. “Are you…?” He began, unsure how to properly ask.

“I am,” you replied as if you had read his thoughts - or maybe just his face. “And are you…?”

“Had my checkups before coming planetside, perfect health all around.” Rex replied, reading your mind on the subject.

The fact that neither of you even had to finish your sentences, that the other part just instantly knew what you meant, furthered your belief that this was the right man for you.

“Then let’s do this.”

Rex did not need to be told twice. He lined himself up with your entrance, the tip barely pushing in.

“Just relax mesh’la and tell me if it becomes too painful, okay?” Rex’ eyes found yours and the lust was temporarily swapped with worry. This wasn’t his first time being someone's first, and he knew the more nervous they were, the more uncomfortable it would be for both parts. And that was the last thing he wanted for you.

It felt like you were about to cry from happiness. He was so considerate, so amazing. You couldn’t find a better man. “I promise.”

Even though you tried your best to just relax, the intrusion of the head and the sudden stretch was a lot. Rex seemingly quickly picked up on this, as he closed the space between your bodies without pushing any further in.

His hand began stroking your cheek, as he placed small kisses on your lips, your nose, your forehead and eyelids. It worked, as you melted into his touch and began relaxing again. This gave him room to continue.

“You’re doing great, you feel so good, you’re so amazing, I love you,” these and many other things were whispered into your ear, praising you as you took more and more of him.

You wrapped your arms around his back, needing to somehow feel even closer to him. One hand found home on the nape of his neck, while the other held onto his shoulder. Tears pricked your eyes at the stretch, but it wasn’t unbearable. It was a pleasant burn and Rex made sure to take it slow, so you could adjust.

It felt like he was deeper in than possible, when he suddenly stopped. You moved your hands, so you could look him in the eyes. “Is it all the way in? It feels so big.”

Rex gave you an adoring smile, then adjusted himself so you could look down at where your bodies connected. “It’s a bit more than half. I’ll let you get used to it, then slowly start thrusting. It’s gonna make it easier to go deeper and feel better for the both of us. Is that okay?”

“Is it okay with you?”

The answer was within the question and Rex knew it. You were okay with it as long as he was. Just the same for him. So instead of giving a verbal response, he began kissing you. No matter how many times you had felt those soft lips on your own, you would never tire of the feeling.

He slowly began thrusting and the feeling was beyond anything you had ever experienced. The stories you’ve heard of others, the feeling of fingers and all that was nothing compared to the real deal. You felt so full, so complete in the most incredible way.

Your nails dug into his scarred back, you had to break the kiss in order to moan, your hips began meeting his half way through on their own accord. And when he started going faster, his name left your lips with each exhale.

Something about the way his balls were hitting your ass with each thrust filled you with pride. He was all the way in. And the fact that he also had to stop his kisses in order to moan - to grunt! Oh it was the most amazing sound you had ever heard. It made your body swell with pride.

No, not the pride. Something else. Something better.

It was like every nerve in your body had become ignited with pleasure. Like all of the force, the stars, everything good had connected inside your body and was begging to be released.

All of your muscles tightened, your vision blurred as your mouth was stuck in this ‘O’ shape. Wave after wave washed over you, cleansing you from your anxieties and troubles. Never had you ever imagined a feeling this good. Never had you thought it was possible.

Rex seemed to be just as lost in pleasure, as he kept muttering something under his breath, something you couldn’t understand, while his thrust became faster and more shallow.

Just as you were at your peak, at the moment you thought it was impossible to feel even better, you were proven wrong. Ribbons of seed spilled into you, painting your insides white and it made you reach a new high, a new sensation of indescribable pleasure.

Rex collapsed onto you, all of his energy sucked out with his cum. He was sweating, panting, and completely exhausted. This soldier who could run for miles, climb impossible mountains and fight for his life without losing his breath. But this… You. You managed to exhaust him.

Not that you were in a much better state, but you at least had the excuse of being a civilian.

After catching your breath, you finally regained control over your own limbs. Weakly, you slapped the soldier on the side of his arm.

“Ow, what was that for?”

“Why have you never told sex feels this good?”

Chuckling, Rex replied: “I’ll let you know next time.”

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court-jobi · 1 year

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Best Medicine

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader (AFAB | fem pronouns, but fairly neutral)

Words: 7.7k

Rating: Teen/Mature, 18+ (spicy first half) (K'oyacyi, sweet minors)

Warnings: Implied sensual release, grinding, cuddling, love confessions, carbonite sickness, language, memory loss, emotional hurt/comfort, survivor’s guilt, sleep intimacy, talks of consent/taking advantage, FEELINGS, the helmet comes off, Mandalorian marriages, Din deserves everything wonderful, Fluff/Hurt/Comfort roller coaster ride, angst with a happy(ish?) ending~

//set in pre and post- Season Two | The Mandalorian and the Book of Boba Fett (time jump)...// Translations included at end of work//

A/N & credits: Honorable mentions to @writerlyhabits for helping my mind run wild with carbonite sickness headcanons, and for inspiring me to write out this emotional ride of comfort-HURT-comfort for you all. It’s not often I make any form of whump, my Tumblr lovelies, so be kind and apologies in advance for this… It was both a challenge and an adventure to write~ I promised there’s a lovely silver lining in all my works, and I hope this one is enjoyable!

✨May the 4th be with y'all✨

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Summary: These are the soft moments you live for: each caress and light word of banter chisel the dark heaviness of life away, chip by chip. Tonight’s no different– you are swept up into the arms of Mando who’s taken your bait, and loving every minute of it. You’re overdue for a break and some quality time.

The quiet cabin of the Razor Crest gave you the space for cozy confessions, to learn more of his mother tongue, and give in to your tendency to get carried away like teenagers, if just for a spell.

Laughter is the best medicine: from the dead of hyperspace, to whatever bed you've landed on while on the run. Yet will that be the case– as the cruelty of time and circumstance test it?

"Ho-okay, c'mere you."

Relishing in your giggles as you wedged your hand in between his newly exposed ribcage, the Mandalorian let out the catch in his throat and quickly picked you up by your thighs– the perfect way to toss you up on one shoulder. You squealed and couldn't stop laughing even as he groused about your ‘cheeky hands where I can see them’, and walked you over to his quarters.

He swung you back down so that you plopped with a bounce on the recently laundered bunk. It’s tidy – well, was, before you fell onto it– and still smells fresh and windblown from your last stop. Pliant under his shadow, he towered over you with a hand on each side of your head. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t wearing armor; he’s still impressive.

"Do I have to teach you to mind your manners, too?" The rasp came out as annoyed, but you knew better.

He chides the kiddo all the time. 'Quit picking at things', 'don't give her that attitude'; all the magic words have to be instilled in him, as well as just keeping to himself and not being a nuisance. Munchkin has to be taught such things; they're juvenile.

That's not what he means with you. He's talking about the glances, the bounce of your foot taunting him when your legs cross, the playing with your belt which then tugs your neckline… when you line up your scope just right, just as he taught you, and you give him all the credit.

You really don't have to try hard at all to get Mando’s attention– it's the game of keeping a step away that leads into a chase that gets under his skin. Especially when he just knows you're up to it.

You have a few hours to kill until the next leg of your adventure begins. It’s bound to be a restless one when you touchdown planetside, so spoil him, you shall.

You couldn't stop smiling when he caught you.

"C'mon, you can't blame me, space cowboy. You're fun to tease."

Since you were taken down, you brushed your hair back, let your arms hang above your head, toying with him through your eye’s bat.

The visor transfixed on you told you everything you needed to know: you were practically gift-wrapped under him, and he’s obsessed with the view. That was by design.

Your laughter died down to little hums as you watched him glance to the wall, back to you, then again toward the shelf. He finally decided to palm the panel brusquely to shut the door behind him: encasing you both in automatic darkness.

You heard the click of the underside of his helmet. A relaxed, hollowed chuckle transitioned to a bright one to fill the silence.

Jackpot.

Strong arms came slowly down to the bed to hold you, with a warm, -now ungloved- hand brushing more hair back that had framed your face every which way.

The Mandalorian cooed down at you with a saccharine smile you knew had to be there,

"I love hearing you laugh…"

Hearing and touch senses honed in, you reached tentatively to where his shoulder would be, pulling him in and inviting him to lay in his newly claimed spot between your legs. The Mandalorian followed so, gingerly.

You murmured an affirmation as a questioning reply, coupled with a breathy string of chuckles to confirm his desires. Truly your eyes couldn't know the difference between open and closed in total blackness, anyway.

"--and I love listening to you sing," he praised you again. “I can hear you better this way.”

You hummed sweetly,

"Aww, so you do enjoy being serenaded huh? Big, scary bounty hunter brought to his knees by a wannabe wordsmith with a funny accent?"

Eager lips laid their caring touch to your forehead.

“Every time." He pressed little cheek kisses to you, too, explaining his untold, priceless comforts in between, "The minute you put the kid to bed is my favorite part of the day."

He feels your fingers trail up to his hair, nails taking through the crimped mess of curls there. He froze his affections the moment you did that. You ease moans out of him at one, singular touch.

He doesn't care how small he sounds, you think. All he knows is ‘I’m safe.’

"And this, is mine:" you said with a softness reserved for him. All teasing is set aside when you do choose to be serious. You shifted so he can let down more weight onto you in the newly shared room, "Taking care of the one man who puts everything and everyone else before himself. It's quite the honor, for me."

Sighs fall from him so easily. You'd imagine his eyes shut at that.

“It’s you who honors me,” Mando countered.

You wanted these moments to count: taking any chance you could to affirm and provide whatever comfort you can with the little downtime you had.

You know he won't show you, but it doesn't keep you from wondering… when he's so close, you wonder what he looks like under the helm. What kind of hair, how long. What breaks in the skin have cut into him after wearing it for so long, or did he have any prior to swearing on the names of his Ancestors.

What of his eyes alone? There's the usual gemlike hues, earthy tones; or there's always the artificial overlays people use to disguise themselves or the retinal scans– it's just a special effect they use in those holovids you watch on the weekends. Just the kind he mocked when he caught you watching them. 'Silly and pointless and ridiculously scripted.' And yet while he sassed about the waste of time, you often corralled him enough so that he'd at least sit with you while he cleaned off the carbon scoring of his rifles, to watch them passively by your side… he'd caved to your whims if you so much as touched him. That's what got you here.

With him at his most docile, you felt brave enough to ask what has always mystified you,

"What color are your eyes, hon?"

You heard Mando’s head tilt up with its sleepy intake of breath. A flash of worry that you overstepped hit you, feeling his form rise from its concave state under your touch… but he didn't go away. Fingers wound their way to cup the back of your neck instead–

–to prepare to taste yours in just a few moments.

"Purple," he answered.

You snorted at the lie. It's just a little bluff, but you'll entertain it… you both are teetering in the realm of what's permitted within his Creed anyway.

His lips are a breath from yours. You played along; like you'd won the guessing game,

"I knew it."

Your winner’s kiss was the touch of warmth he'd needed all day.

Eh, maybe he'd tell you the truth one day, maybe not– besides, you don't have any brainpower left to wonder when he's kissing you.

One turned into two and more, with the Mandalorian’s hands roaming your features until they reached low enough to switch spots and roll you over onto his chest instead. His palm’s exploration over your shoulder gave you the chance to pull away for a breath, leaving you to process the shivers he's causing and taking the time to relish his touch.

"I really do have to thank you," Mando confessed between deep breaths. Deep, like he was really breathing for the first time today. "I've– never felt so.. safe. Ever -in all my life- than when I'm with you."

You melted, until he said more.

"Feels like I’ve cheated the Fates to even be left standing, much less lie down without needing to keep an eye open. I never-- really thought I.. deserve this."

You wondered why. Your browline tensed with worry, why he would be so self-deprecating even after a career like his… littered with wins and paygrades and beskar trophies?

"Ill-deserving of what?" You asked plainly. "--having someone care about you?"

Your Mandalorian fell quiet, simply running a hand up and down your back with complete tenderness. Where his blunted nails caught your skin on the backstrokes, the pads of his glove-worn hands soothed the loving scratches’ path.

This silent confirmation wouldn’t cut your questions: it’s still a force of habit, Mando using actions to show what he means.

"You give me kindness. Kindness that," Mando spoke of the wonder of this feeling, "I had to convince my heart to accept. Who'd dare refuse a gift from you… But I can't help feeling it's wasted on someone like me."

Someone like him: a hunter? Or a Mandalorian? Folks frowned upon both mantles. You knew the biases, but you treated him fairly, made him feel valid– even before your feelings for him grew into something much sweeter than a working coexistence. Thank the Stars, you were so happy to find your chemistry was a feeling Mando shared after a late night with a too-close call. A feeling he was apparently still getting used to- hence the apparent guilt of what ‘gift’ he'd been given by having someone so generous like you for a partner.

This broke your heart every time. Not just hearing his affirmations and words of appreciation when they catch you off guard– but how he’d thank you for the most basic needs of his own.

"Honey," you leaned down your forehead to his, "You matter. Whether you believe it or not, you're loved and not alone in this galaxy. Your words, feelings, they matter to me. It's not wasted, any of it, baby. I'm honored to be the one who gets to love you on the day-to-day basis, yeah, but... even if I wasn't in the picture, I should hope you’d still seek out getting your needs met. That's all anyone wants, I think."

You caressed his stubbled jaw line with your thumb as it slid and traced down the seams to his chest. Something inspiring bumbled around in your head, so you tried working it out.

"You know as well as I do... these days can blur together so fast when we're moving too fast. We– get in the way of our own thoughts, and that can make our minds a messy place. It’s easy then, we forget how needed our wants are, sometimes.”

The hands caressing you stilled; reverent to every word you said.

“Keep your word, settle your debts, all that’s still true,” you shook your head, “But please don't forget this part, hon... You matter, and that includes the softer things you want. The nice things. What the amazing, kind- hearted man underneath needs."

No person has ever respected him so much. To honor his creed and what it entails, to support what he did, the lifestyle he chose-especially one as taxing as this. He wouldn't call himself a kind man; he was a killer, detached and for the longest time, keen to remain that way.. But if this woman so dear to him said so, maybe he was learning to be gentle after all.

You wished more than ever that you could stare him in the eyes so you'd know he heard you– but you swung for the next best thing: you held your hand right on top of his heart. Its beat was faint under his padded underarmour, but there.

His breath faltered at the touch.

Mando reached his to find the digits caressing him and dancing his along each one: skin to skin. Has no one really ever told him that? A little huff of air escaped him; you felt his head shake from the motion rustling the pillow beneath him.

"Hell, you're sweet," Mando brought your fingers off and laced them to his lips. "You mean that."

"Of course I do. I don't say it to prove I'm being right. I want you to know the truth."

He was quiet again. Only this time, a purposeful finger ran along your side to coax you out. Tickle, more like.

"Ok, sometimes I like being right!!" you rushed out to make him stop.

"I have a running list of wagers a mile long that says otherwise, cyar'ika. You fool no one, let alone me."

Mando amused himself every now and then, a sound you loved like a drug, too. You took control and dove up for another kiss, his deep laugh turning into something stronger, deeper. He always kissed you like he was drowning and you were his source of life and air. As if you'd fly away at any minute.

His hands pulled you tightly to him, demanding closeness with firm, undulating grips on your thigh and on your neck to direct you. Kiss after kiss, you eventually led from your point of leverage to start kissing down his neck as an experiment. He'd gasped at first, but the good kind. The kind that begged, not stalled for less.

“Loving on me,” Mando rasped, “Is that wha’ you– you’re calling nngthis?”

Your boy needed reassurance, something awful, tonight.

You'd normally tease him as you go, gauging his response to touching these new places, but were kind about it tonight. As touch-starved as your Mandalorian is, you didn't want to overwhelm him.

So you merely paused, gave a sweet “Sir, yes, sir~” and carried on after a quick peck on the cheek.

You couldn’t help but let your giddiness escape again when you reached a soft spot on his neck; one that made him say your name in an awestruck cry. Soft on the clips, long on the vowels. God, you love the sound of it, bobbing under your waiting lips as you worship the space. He's warm, stubbled, and just perfect.

"The way you say my name,” you beamed, “I'm starting to think you like me or something, honey."

Mando sighed out, moving a hand to the back of your head to get your attention:

"Din."

You still kissed him, asking him to repeat with a little hum.

"m'... m' name."

The loving haze blew away, and you with it. A zing thrummed to life in your chest. He’s never told you his name– ‘anonymity was his strength’ dictating the secrecy, after all. Despite the dark, you leaned up on an elbow.

Your eyes went wide, looking into nowhere at the wall, breathless at the discovery.

"Your name is Din?"

He was just as breathless beneath you, equally rendered mute as you were. Made sense, it was the first time he'd said the word to anyone in years; the proof lay in how his chest was heaving, "Yes."

"...Din."

He melted at the sound of it on your tongue.

"Din Djarin." he offered up his family name.

"Din Djarin." so you honored the clan, just the same.

He shuddered, "Fuck, yes".

In a surge, Din Djarin -no longer just the man you affectionately called ‘hey you’- pulled you back to his lips. Heated minutes passed with his hands all over you and your delighted, soft laughs breaking your kisses from pure happiness.

You now knew his name. Two words that coded him in a way few knew, and you were one of the select recipients of such intimate knowledge. This would take your bond to new heights tonight, and you could barely stand the euphoria that flooded you.

You'd started shuffling about with your hips instinctively over his once as much as your perch allowed and when they settled as an unintentional roll, Din sighed deeply and with a tighter grip. One hand gathered up your hair in his hand, where he could relish the waves in it and hold you back enough where he could lap at your neck as you'd done to him. Your hips found permission to work their magic and you were met with a carnal side of the Mandalorian you'd anticipated he held back all along. Even though his thick trousers and your leggings separated you two entirely, it was enough to scratch the itch and blind him even more to anything around him in a matter of seconds.

Little phrases passed Din’s lips; sweet nothings you thought, with no idea for their meaning. But with him talking, you didn't care if he was reciting the alphabet, his dinner order, or the damn 'Ode to the Empire’. He was practically praying hotly in your ear, and that was a buzz you'd never try to stop and put a pin in the moment to demand a pocket translator.

"Mesh’la, cyar’ika. Ka'ra jaon'kov, cuy’gar mesh’la. B’d jate... Jatne o'r ner sur'haai…"

One deep roll sent him gripping you tight so he bucked back. The sensation hit you in a special place too; you cried out a bit louder than you anticipated. Before you could even think to be shy about it, Din sucked hard on your neck– and your surprise jumped an octave.

"That's it, sweetheart." Din swallowed, "Kriff, that's a good girl."

He set a pace that you had no control of anymore. You'd be losing control yourself soon enough.

A bit helplessly, you whimpered along with the rolls, listening to his begs,

"Din, I ---nnnguhhh"

"What is it, sweet girl? Rejorhaa'ir ni. Does that feel good, huh?"

"Mhmmm.. it feels good,"

"You sound good. Heavens, you sound amazing. So.. so fucking pretty.." Din sought a sloppy makeout that you happily fell into.

From the warmth buzzing in your face through your body, you shot away breathless in a tiny whine into his cheek; something was going to burst inside.

"Ohmygodohmygod, Mand– Din, I can't..."

He ground up a bit faster, "Ni ganar’e, cyare, I've got you. Let go. Let me hear you, c'mon."

You'd whined again, shaking your head against your better judgment.

Sensing the fight in you, Din fisted the hand on your hair into a deliciously tight hold– his loving, seductive mouth speaking into the soft flesh by your jaw while his hand explored its way down to your thigh.

"C'mon, I know you're close. C'mon." The bass in his voice turned it into a growl easily. He was desperate too. "Be my best girl, like I know you are."

Oh God that tempted you. You'd been grinding faster, yourself. Not unlike hearing the pre-flight tells you catch when the engines cycle power in the cockpit: you're racing the lighting inside you while still trying to be conscious of the moment. Staying centered on him.

On Din. Din Djarin.

And with another suckling, lazy kiss to your neck, you'd cried out. The tremors jolted within you, subsiding into trembling shakes even when you quit thrashing against him.

Din's hand dropped to brace your back after your rush, keeping up his pace while you fought for breath. His voice choked out fast, too, ending his chase in a hard groan and his own hips rutting against you a few times harder than the rest, then fell back altogether. Your highs concluded quickly– with the mellow clang of his head thunking against the bar at the top of his bunk as he fell back.

You didn’t mean to, but you chuckled at his small 'ow', so you cupped your hand up to cradle his head. Massage it, to comfort. Even he, the man who takes vibroblades to the flesh and barely sheds a tear, feels vulnerable enough to give a little whine out to play for sympathy.

Catching your breath has never felt so good.

Soon enough though, you felt both his hands slide to your hips and push up a bit.

You lifted gingerly, "Oh, am I hurting you?"

"I.. I uh,... made a mess." Din sounded so winded.

You ran hot at that admission.

"Oh. Heh, sorry ‘bout that."

"Oh hell, don't you apologize for that," You could hear the smile, albeit the awkward stumbling behind it. "Wait- wait here."

He tipped you on your side and kissed you quick.

"Eyes closed?”

You nuzzled his forehead pressed onto yours, "Already there."

"Atta girl." Din leaned into another kiss.

He left and changed quickly. Gave you enough time for you to collect your hair up and over the pillow from where it got mussed, hugging a pillow to yourself in his place, still giddy at making the Mandalorian lose himself.

Making Din lose himself.

By his dulled footsteps and overhead bar of light painting a Mandalorian-shaped shadow onto the door again, you hid in your pillow dramatically. The rumbles of his voice carried to you as the door closed and he crawled back to you as before; bare to the room once more and laughing at your comical eagerness for him to shed the helmet again.

"Ok–" Din’s welcoming hand pulled your arm down; familiar, to when he'd collected your hands at the start.

"Hey you." You cooed shyly.

"Hey you." He purred back.

You lifted up into another kiss, this one much calmer and softer, having been sated in the most tender way with him.

Settling back, breathless you muttered out a quick 'hey' to bring him back to the present. "Teach me how to say something?"

Obeying your pause, he slowed to a stop. "In Mando'a?” he asked.

"Mhm?"

Interest piqued his tone, “What do you want to say?”

What your heart’s been singing for months every moment he has his back turned. What you’ve meant and said a thousand different ways other than the three standard words. Only this time, you want him to be in on the secret, too. You wanted to be able to tell him this in a way that will only resonate with him:

“..I wanna say 'I love you'.”

Din went rigid. Then straightening up, he brushed your hair back soothingly, falling to a whisper- another secret.

"We would say..ni kar'tayl gar darrasuum."

“Ni cart ah-"

He chuckled, "ni kar'tayl,"

"ni kar'tayl,"

"gar,"

"gar?"

"darrasuum."

"That's it. All together?" Din guided.

You tried for all three, and when it did , it slid perfectly off your tongue so that a happy, wet sound left him. Something about it must have stung his eyes you couldn't see. You pressed a couple small kisses to his lips.

Mando’a was a gorgeous, sonorous language– and quite possibly the trickiest to pick up.

Then your tone turned curious, "Haven't… you been saying that to me? All this time?"

"You remembered." He nuzzled your forehead, but shook his head a little to answer, ‘not quite’ teased in his motion. "Kar'tayl means 'to know', or another way... It means to care deeply, to care for. Mandalorians use it for many things, depending who they speak it to. There is no word for 'love', so... "

"To really know someone is to love them." You finished sweetly.

You hit the nail on the head, and speaking that core tenet earned you a loving sweep of Din’s thumb across your cheek.

It’s inevitable; your chest was going to burst.

"That's beautiful, Din." You blissfully sighed. He snuck both arms around you, pulling you forward. “Din Djarin.”

"It means so much," he whispered, "--coming from you..."

In that moment, you hoped his heart could rest…

FIVE MONTHS LATER

Din lays at your back, having nestled up subconsciously overnight.

His arm -the perfectly still, bracing one he relies on when he scouts- found its place so easily spooned beneath yours. Proof you are part of a matching set: intwined in love and bond and safety, even in sleep– at least to him, who you knew once felt he didn’t deserve such sweetness and warmth.

This would have been nothing out of the ordinary, nothing out of character for Din to do with you in bed. He cuddled you nightly, religiously, from that first evening onward, sharing your bed and souls alike since you spoke your first word of love to him. Normally, you’d welcome it, you always welcome him.

But– not now. Now, it set you on edge. Since his last shift of the blankets when he rolled over, you haven’t been able to fall back asleep. In uneasiness, you lie awake and aware of how a once tender act was wrong. Your conscience nags at your gut: no, no, no.

Not like this.

He doesn't know what he's doing.

Stop him.

Tell him to move.

Move him.

You willed yourself awake when Din curled in; you really shouldn’t allow this. But for the sake of his rest as all the docs all say he needs, you let him seek his peace however makes him the most comfortable, content enough to watch the ongoing lanes of traffic of early and late commuters of the Ring out your window’s slats.

Sleep wasn’t easy for you now anyway– not with this every present knot in your throat. It’s set to burst when your mind wanders too far towards what got you here…

There were two callsigns you memorized since meeting Din– not as a request or favor, but a demand. One of course, was his, and the other belonged to one of the last Mandalorians standing from his former covert as a last resort. One that he quizzed you on over and over about answering, ‘should anything ever happen to me’.

One day, that callsign just pinged you– and sent a good bit of ice into your stomach when you greet a wide-cut blue helm filling your holo.

“Master Vizsla.”

“Lady Djarin,” Paz greeted with a warm-enough familiarity.

Something in the way he chose how he delivered his words around you told you that he’s perhaps making an effort to appear personable over a holomessage, whereas he may put on fewer airs face-to-face.

You were honest,

“I feel like there’s few reasons someone like you would call me, and none of those reasons strike me well…”

“ I’ve only said two words, little bird. Your intuition is a curious one,” his helmet shook a little, “-though, not misplaced...”

You leveled your face, waiting to hear what he had to say.

“I have news. I recovered your riduur. He is alive, though not in the same state as when he left you.”

Now that is a curious response.

You outsourced yourself for a job and have taken a good, six-week-long hiatus from your shared space rented on the Glavis Ringworld pursuing your own contracts. Although confident in this share of responsibility, it’s been harder being away from each other than either of you anticipated. You spoke on comms for each other’s voices about every other rotation in your separation, though never nearly as far from each other’s mind. But this was your marriage, one you honored in every way- together or apart.

And anything to bring in some extra credits, and… take your mind off the kiddo’s absence… has been a welcome distraction.

Only now, with Paz’s news, you’re both relieved and far more anxious to learn just why Din hasn’t answered your hails from an unusual, weeklong stretch of radio silence…

“Sorry, not the same– state?” you asked, “what do you mean? What about his state…”

Before your headspace had the chance to spin– running wild with concern over his body, what he could have suffered, could have fought, could have breathed, ingested, poisoned–

“...state of mind, I fear.” was Paz’s cool answer. “He has lost his Path, and you need to help him guide it back where it belongs.”

This, as it would turn out, was not so easy a malady to heal.

You met Paz at his transmitted coordinates to collect your husband and work through what was to become the biggest challenge this -or any relationship in your life- has ever faced:

Fekking carbonite sickness. Or whatever corrupted version of it Din Djarin had quite literally trapped himself into.

While on his own mission, Paz recovered a poorly thrown together carbonite freezer that a petty gang abandoned, with a select few targets within. One of which entombed none other than his own kih’vod. The reason why he described it as ‘a botched job’ was that the alchemical readouts of said carbonite chamber pointed to a tainted solution: not pure in ingredients that typically secure a clean, minimally-invasive freezing process. When you start cutting corners to save costs, you compromise the effectiveness of the flashfreeze. Some sentients did not survive this treatment; though it was a blessing Din clearly did– though not before taking a unique toll.

Typically, carbonite would blitz your vision, your extremities; make you feel like a ten-ton transport has dragged you across the Dune Sea then set you spinning through a wash cycle, expecting you to walk a few miles blindfolded as a cool down without a single misstep.

It makes you drowsy– not lose your short-term memory.

When Din awoke, the questions posed to him concerning what events led him to his present predicament went unanswered. Not from a place of obstinance, but complete confusion. He’s unsatisfied with himself, the frailty he feels. Being stripped of the mind stung equally as bad as if it had his body– which conveniently, was also hurting.

He got angry, Paz said– furious as to what could have altered his head and made him feel so out-of-body. There were decent chunks of recent days, weeks he claimed he could not recall. That list grew as he couldn’t even say what his last paygrade was, what he’d done with the Guild for the last year, what had become of the covert on Nevarro. When he glanced at a darkly mirrored reflection of himself, he didn’t know how he procured the newer portions of his chromed armor.

The bad news continued to careen out of control. He didn’t recognize the mudhorn etched on his shoulder; had to ask the Armorer why that creature was added. To her immovable surprise, she sobered at how serious this truly was. He didn’t know his Clan? Of its addition?

He didn’t..--he didn’t know the name Grogu. Never even heard of such a species.

When shown a holopic of the kid, he simply looked at you and asked if something like that could speak- could maybe answer to what happened to him. That nearly broke you on the spot if the Armorer hadn’t ushered a still-throbbing Din to sit and receive a medical consult and diverted your attention. The whole scene was a heartbreaking one, though Vizsla spared you most of the big questions you wanted to ask by ripping off the emotional bandaids himself.

It was by Paz’s explanation that Din had been told that you were his wife, his riduur. For some strange reason, he accepted that quickly. Explained straight away why you stuck around. But in the hours and days that followed, your partner was far from the cozy and nurturing man you’ve known for so long. Even if he tolerated you, he still appeared to consider you a stranger. You knew why, and therefore didn’t blame him one bit. He was hard enough on himself for his failings on a good day. Getting himself into such a vulnerable situation and having to nurse this blasted headache everyday that barely seemed to let up would naturally only make that self-image worse. His steps fall heavier, carrying weight unseen.

It was clear a depression was setting in as the hard first days melted into a week. Into two. The man you loved walked through your shared home as a cold, distant shell of himself, filled to the brim with unspoken anger, confusion, guilt, and lost pain.

While in your company every day, you led most of the talking- just about practical things. Suggestions when he lost his train of thought, simple choices, graciously avoiding the oliphant in the room by keeping topics in the moment with your usual, helpful nature. It’s your default and, so, hard to break; but for the most part, Din Djarin accepted that too with nods and hums of agreement. He poured himself into some easy reconnaissance missions and errands to try and pull himself out of the dark, but he offered very little depth of dialogue with you, claiming he’s focusing on meditation. Centering himself.

But you knew better. Centering, introspection– that takes a different form with Din when he’s in a bad headspace. He’s hating himself, punishing: for being a disappointment, to be your problem.

Though… oddly enough… your nighttime routine had not really changed. That’s the most bittersweet feeling of all of this.

When it came that first night to talk about your living arrangement, he insisted that nothing change: for you to keep your bed, and he would busy himself elsewhere. But as you both just talked things through about what your next steps should be, sitting side by side against the headboard watching the nightlife stream in through the porthole of your room, your drowsiness took root, and he somehow fell asleep right beside you– as though nothing had changed.

In the silence of morning, he didn’t speak on it; you carried about your days as before, getting by. But sure enough, when you’d catch up at the end of the day, the same sinking feeling around you would hit at the same hour, you’d lie down, wake with him having never left his side of the bed, and the cycle would repeat.

A poignant, if painful, reminder of what connection still stood between you– and what little comfort the universe was offering you in the midst of a horrible situation through your Mandalorian’s touch.

Still, you know it’s not the same. It’s instinctual, not intentional. You don’t cry anymore about it. You’re all sniffled out, though your throat hasn’t gotten the memo. It seizes every time he calls you by name instead of Cyar'ika.

So here, he sleeps behind you: seemingly none the wiser about the more amorous nights that bombarded your god-awful, precious memories. These dreams, they keep you awake at all hours of the early morning when even Din’s subconscious cries out to hold you. To allow him to sleep by your side when surely his entire world felt numb and unfamiliar? It was his blessing, and your nightly curse.

A noise, finally. A little catch, high behind your neck- a barely-there attempt to wake up. In trying, he squeezes you in, then settles with a soothed groan. Din’s nuzzling between your shoulders. The scent of your conditioner must be the only thing keeping him in such a drowsy state. On the edge of sleep, he’s still able to make you melt with his rarely-seen gentle nature.

And despite the circumstances, you laugh at this, softly.

"What are you doing?" you ask of yourself more than him: but he answers…

"Mmmm... y'r warm.."

Now that’s your Din. That’s your Darling talking.

It’s him… and not.

"Djar…” you sighed with a catch in your chest, “Honey, wake up."

You’d shown him where he stowed his helmet on the shelf while you slept and that you’d never get up before him, so he didn’t feel exposed. It was torture though– you always woke up before him now and were subject to his snuggly nature: sans the intimacy you once shared by turning into each other. That wouldn’t be fair now, wouldn’t be right, even if it was what you craved the most about mornings with him. For now, you’d face away, until he was ready.

Din stirred again. His limbs gave a quivering squeeze to wakefulness. You knew it the moment he must have opened his eyes, because his breaths seized. He’s aware, then... even more aware.

"Oh,” he broke through his morning voice with a rush, “I'm so sorry-- I was just-"

"It's ok, just relax,” you threw confidence into your voice, “How’s the head?"

“It um.. It’s ok. Kind of achey.”

“C'mon. Lay down and rest.” You’re selfish and can’t help settling in, "It's not like we have to get up yet. Paz still has the speeder, so we can stick to this side of town until he brings it back."

You held onto his wrist carefully, returning it to its lax spot between your breasts, just where it fits. You just want him lucid; even if he doesn’t hold you as tight as he used to.

After the Grogu holo incident, you couldn’t bear to ask him more about what he does or doesn’t recognize. You couldn’t bear to ask him if he remembered you, and you wouldn’t, even now. How could he, after all? If he didn’t even know the face of his own son, what chance did you have? You’d met him months after taking on his charge. Based on the gap of time Din struggled to remember, you certainly fell within that ocean of nothingness. No, you didn’t bother to ask him things of that nature. You simply accepted his companionship and moved along.

At your word, Din nests back in, presumably to get a few more minutes of sleep. But then, he breathes in, and you sense it’s not purely therapeutic, the way he’s settled into you. He’s scooted closer, and not to readjust his posture. He’s moved your hair, and not to get it out of his face for his comfort–

He starts– kriff, he’s kissing you. Kissing you like he means it. Little pecks. Your neck, your shoulder, and– you stop him.

"D- babe,- you don't have to,” the warning lights fire off in your brain, holding his wrist firmly now.

Din mumbles more between presses, "I want to.”

"Mando, you-"

"Call me Djarin again."

The way he hushes you, so fekking softly, it sounds like him… dank ferrick. .

Stars, it’s weird. This whole thing is weird. When was this supposed to let up, a vague ‘week or two, come back for a new assessment and we will review the prognosis’? You try to hope he’s feeling more like himself after a good night’s rest, but you can’t really explain this behavior.

Your restraint now is a testament, a promise to protect him as he’s always protected you:

" You’re–” you shoot yourself in the foot and craft the words as they break your heart. “You're not yourself. I can't ignore that. I know it, even if you don't."

You’ll curse this blasted phase in the future, when everything settles and eventually goes back to normal. But this is the one time you’d ever call such tender treatment truly insufferable. He pauses in his affections,

"--No," Din then counters, gentle and curious, "I… I remember this part..."

Remember what? You’ve shown him video still after still when he asks, letting him lead his own recovery journey as he wills. You obviously do your best, but it hurts you– and you’re not so sure he doesn’t notice judging by the sweet ways he apologizes for troubling you.

You’re sure he’s being kind. "Do you, now."

Facing the wall with empty focus, you kept your sights down, ignoring how he braced himself on one arm and attempted to turn you onto your back. You followed the give of his hand’s press on you, but not much. And of course, you still didn’t look at him. Can’t stomach him revealing himself to you when you assume he’s doing it out of duty; what’s expected of him as an unwilling, ‘newfound’ spouse.

But when he spoke again, the barest of touches skidded along your collarbones, up the neck…

"You were born with these,” Din shares with a reverence. “Here. Little Ones, from the sun. But this: this was an accident. When you were small; your skin was too new."

Your eyes honed on a red traffic light outside– the sight of it mimicked your alarm. He’s brushing a scarline– yes, from a childhood incident you told him about… months ago…

"You really can't see it unless your face turns red. Pretty sure I’ve seen that,” Din trails off, sets to brushing your cheek, “Turns white, against the curve. You get embarrassed, but I remember telling you to quit–”

"--to not worry about it." you finished as a whisper. “Din.”

‘Makes you who you are. Pretty as a picture, meshla. Think of it as a brushstroke, when the Maker was putting on the finishing touches of you.’

He knows. He does know you. He hasn’t forgotten?

Your eyes stung when you tried to blink the memory away. This makes no sense…

"I’m sorry- you remember that…” you shake in awe, “But– not?…"

Grogu?

"I know." His brow furrowed, "or.. rather, I don't."

His hand set atop your bicep– something grounding.

“I want to," he begs of you, "Truly, I want to say I feel like I’m nearly there. If only to convince you to look at me.”

You laid flat the rest of the way. Mostly so you could better hear him and not make him think you’re hiding, but also, you could now reach him more comfortably.

Bittersweet tenderness braided you two together-- here in an unbelievable turn of events.

You lifted your eyes to him at last. Din whispers again,

“Angel Eyes…”

The endearment makes you nearly sob. Dammit, he does remember. Relief, grief, it’s all muddy.

"I don't remember my foundling’s name.” you’re crushed at how mournful he sounds, “-which is a sin in its own right…" But he speaks with life-rendering conviction, "But I know I told you mine. I know where we stood, which light panel on the Crest I turned off, how you- h-how you kissed me back that day.”

Your foreheads touch, the invisible string pulls you to do it. The lids of your eyes shut on contact with the ebb of a hurricane behind your eyes.

“Please use it-" Din asks of you, "-until I can remember all of the rest. Until I can remember every time I have ever told you ‘I loved you’-- and revive it, tenfold."

The tsunami's pressure strikes you down. You bury your sob down your windpipe and lunge for him– to kiss sense into him if it's the last thing you do.

And kiss, you do: for the release, for answers, for solace in an unfair time. For whatever reason, your riduur finds the same comfort, though he is desperate at the other end of the spectrum. You, in knowing a shred of him still exists and rejoicing in that; in him, grasping onto that one fact like it’s the only thing he has.

His entire energy is sad beyond belief, but he looks at you like you're his lifeline when you part. Din wets his lips- masking a tremble by how he bites it.

"This is the only thing that feels normal. Feels right. I don't understand it…"

The shadow of his humility shines, even as he wallows in his present struggle.

"You'll get there,” you swore through tears- not all of them sad anymore. “If this is any proof, you'll get there. Won’t last forever."

You share another kiss for healing. By how his brows seem to even out, you wonder if it’s actually helping to ease the pain after all. It’s firm, longing. It’s all you have to give him.

Din looks you over as he’s in close proximity- refamiliarizing himself with every high point in your face, every contour, and gives a genuine smile.

“Pretty sure…” he worked through the whirl of ideas behind that dreamy gaze, “... had a dream about that kid. Kept taking that– did he try to take the gear shift off the Crest? Y’know, the ball end? Think it was a toy?”

And finally: you laughed for the first time in weeks.

“Yes, he did! It’s the one thing that survived the crash!” you burst into happy tears. “Oh my God, I can’t believe it~ see? You’re–”

"You haven't laughed. Not in days," Din interrupts– "I like it when you laugh."

You hear it once more, plain as day:

I love hearing you laugh.

–like it was yesterday…

"I know you do." you calm yourself. "Maybe one of these days, you'll remember how you bring it out of me."

He considers you, and a funny little aire of critique passes across his face.

“Something tells me that’s not hard to do. I’ll try my best,” he scrunches his perfect nose, “M’not a comedian though, fair warning. ”

“That’s ok. It’s your delivery that’s the funniest part. Munchkin thinks so,” you reminded with hope. You worded it like a question, hoping Din would visualize the instance easier if you made it sound casual.

“Seems to favor testing me, more like– what you've told me so far.” Din trails off on his own. His brow twitches, showing his head may be pulsing, but he’s fighting through it. “Better be one to mind his manners the next time we see him. Wonder if the Jedi teach that, too.”

Understanding just how many times he'd looked your way expressionless under the guise of armor, he'd learned the benefits of using words when you came into his life and makeshift home. It was a change of perspective that was all too necessary; that he could truly speak his mind and that you would listen anytime- day or night. The way he communicated was truly poetic once he felt comfortable to release the matters of his heart through his mouth.

So now, even when his mind has split and you were left to patiently wait out for his memories to return in full force, you'd simply hold his hand and keep the anchor set so his heartstrings could untangle themselves.

You smile despite the gap in understanding the gravity of what he'd just spoken- that Grogu was with a Jedi without hope of any visitation date that you knew of. It's still so hard without him– another pain you feel that you're shouldering alone…

“Have I said that before?" Din's flare of insecurity flared like the ebb of his headache. "I'm not making things easier by opening my damn mouth, am I…”

You sift the thoughts away, out from the forefront, "No…" you say, to ease his worry.

You're reminded of how much he is still the same Din. The power of his gentle words and the potency of laughter: the best medicine he could take. With knowing tears lining your eyes, you answered with a massage to his temple,

“It just means more, coming from you."

Translations:

Mesh’la, cyar’ika = Beautiful, sweetheart. Ka'ra jaon'kov, cuy’gar mesh’la = Stars above, you're beautiful. B’d jate = So (good) Jatne o'r ner sur'haai = Perfect (good, superlative) in my eyes. Rejorhaa'ir ni = Tell me Ni ganar’e, cyare = I have you, my sweetheart

#the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian x reader #may the fourth be with you #i wrote something sad for once #but i promise i landed the plane #angst with a happy ending #din djarin smut #din djarin fluff

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walkawaytall · 3 months

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Your favourite HxL headcanon that you got from others

Your favourite HxL headcanon that you came up with yourself/haven't seen from others

Your headcanons for HxL after the war

Oh, these are good, and this answer is really long :D.

So, favorite Han/Leia headcanon that I got from others...there are a couple that I'm partial to: I like the idea that I've read in at least one fic, but probably more than one, that pre-The Empire Strikes Back Han and Leia don't exactly apologize to each other like normal people. They both do things to show they're sorry, and they understand each other, but no one else fully sees what's going on.

Oh! And this is more of a Bail and Breha headcanon, but it delights me to no end that it seems like nearly everyone in the fandom has independently come to the conclusion that Breha would have loved Han and Bail would have eventually been won over, but it would have taken some time, effort, and probably a good deal of Breha saying, "Be nice" before he came around to the idea of Han Solo marrying his daughter.

I can't say for sure that I came up with this on my own because I think the general idea is present in a lot of places, but I put it into words I hadn't really seen elsewhere: I think Han and Leia bicker and argue regularly (though not constantly), which isn't a new assumption, but I think even before they're romantically involved, their arguments feel...safe?...because there's a sort of underlying assumption that their default is being on one another's side. Maybe not on specific issues, but just in life in general, they feel like they're on the same team, which is why their arguments might be stupid or petty or really annoying to the people around them, but they don't disrupt their general relationship (until whatever damage caused the feelings to flare all over the place in The Empire Strikes Back -- but you can't convince me they were bickering that personally for three years straight. It makes zero sense.)

As far as after the war goes, I don't have a lot of specific headcanons. I think they stick together and have to heal from PTSD together. I'm totally fine with the quick wedding idea (though I honestly am not a fan of an Endor wedding unless it is functionally an elopement that is attended by Luke, Chewie, and whoever's officiating the ceremony and no one else. I just cannot take Ewok-attended weddings seriously; I'm sorry, Beth Revis!). I don't have any hard opinions on whether (or when) they have children, but I want to think they eventually do.

And, okay...I feel like a lot of times people paint Han as someone who has a need to wander, like he wouldn't be happy having a set home, but I heartily disagree with that assessment. Luke's the one out of the OG trio that wanted adventure and to leave home; Han has to wander because his profession necessitates it. It seems like it's really easy to convince him to stick around somewhere as long as he has like one-and-a-half friends and his ship. He strikes me as someone who wants desperately to belong to someone or something, but has had to ignore that want for so long in order to survive that it isn't readily apparent when we first meet him. But after the war? After he marries a literal princess and has a home where he's not just allowed, but wanted? I think he'll fly because that's something he loves to do, but I don't see him needing to constantly be traveling in order to feel fulfilled. I think whatever he ends up doing will be based wherever Leia is, and he'll be planetside an awful lot.

#star wars headcanons #hanleia headcanons

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danceswithsporks · 3 months

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Calm Part- 7

Parts 1 2 3 4 5 6

Part 2 of 6 in the Complete Series

Wrecker x Seamstress!Reader

Chapter Summary: as the two of you continue to work through your fears big steps are taken and precious words are shared.

Authors Note: woo! 3 days after my vacation ended and this part is already ready!! For those of you who read the preview for this story you’ll notice that the same section has made its appearance. It has been changed a little though so try not to skip straight through it! Also, after looking through my outline for this story it looks like we’re roughly three more updates away from the end!! I may try to squeeze a fourth update in but I’m not positive yet.

Now without further ramblings! Let’s jump into Part 7!

Calm, life on Pabu had returned to its almost Calm existence once more. Over the past two months, your little family had begun to heal. The nightmares that had plagued the both of them had become more and more infrequent and you could see the happiness slowly returning to Omega. You knew it wasn’t solely because of you.

Chai had settled on a planet that the boys had visited multiple times, Ord Mantell. With that, a steady delivery of something called Mantell Mix had begun. It was apparently Omega's favorite snack, as well as Wreckers. Phee hypothesized that the return of the girl's favorite snack was helping to give a sense of normalcy to her once more. You were inclined to agree.

A month after she’d left, Chai had sent her first package which had been exciting for all three of you. It was like they could both smell the treat from inside the crate, having been informed by you that it was all they talked about. Within you’d found a few tins of tea, a flier for the new shop Chai had opened with Phee, and some beautiful black and red shimmered Naboo silk. There was even a letter detailing how she missed you and the cool ocean breeze. It reminded you of your final days in school when you’d pass notes to one another. Sure you saw each other all the time, just as you now holo-videoed once a week, but it had been nice to not rely solely on technology to communicate. You’d sent your letter back to her with a warm cloak for her to wrap up in. Chai had mentioned how cold Ord Mantell could get and Omega had agreed. That same week Wrecker had left on the supply run for the first time in three months.

It had been one of the hardest moments for you to date. The worry and stress that had coursed through your body as you watched the Marauder leave the planet had made you feel as though ice water had been dumped on you. You felt ridiculous thinking that he would never leave again, but you’d found yourself hoping that he never would. That he’d just stay planetside for the rest of his life with you. But that wasn’t him, that wasn’t Wrecker. That wasn’t the clone you’d fallen in love with. Wrecker was a soldier, a man who helped those in need and traveled through the stars. The only thing that had stopped you from completely breaking down as the ship vanished into the clouds, was Omega. After the events of Tantiss, it had been decided by all of you that Omega was not leaving the planet again for a long time. The girl, surprisingly, had agreed.

Where you had been her rock for the last two months, she was now your rock for the few days Wrecker was gone. Four days. That’s how long he’d been gone. It was ridiculous how stressed you found yourself during that time but after the sudden loss of Tech, you worried that you’d suddenly lose Wrecker. Omega, being the sweetheart she was, spent those four days telling you silly stories about all of the boys. Apparently Wrecker, on one of their many adventures, had gotten his arm stuck in a small opening that ended up being the den of some Ollopoms. Wrecker had seen the pretty white, yellow, and pink of the small rodent and thought it was a flower. It had taken Hunter and Omega an hour to dig his arm out and by the time it was free, three baby Ollopoms had nested in his large hand. The image made you giggle. A victory for Omega.

By the time Wrecker had returned, a bundle of gorgeous exotic flowers in his arms for you, you hadn’t felt as stressed out about him leaving. Of course, you did waylay him for an entire day in your bedroom the moment he stepped through the doorway. Omega thought you were sick and he was taking care of you. You technically had been sick, sick from a lack of Wrecker inside of you. That sweet man of yours had given you the medicine you needed to feel better many, many, many times. Sure you hadn’t been able to walk properly the next day, but it was so worth it.

Over the past two months, the two of you had continued to work on your fears together. You’d been able to handle being on the Marauder while her engines purred around you and he’d been brave enough to sit on the wall with his feet dangling over the edge. It wasn’t a lot and definitely not a breakthrough for either of you, but it was a start.

One night, two weeks ago, Wrecker had mentioned that Chai had sounded homesick during your last call and that maybe she’d enjoy some company from home. The idea of being on the Marauder off the ground had made your heart begin to race. He’d taken your hand in his and kissed the back of it sweetly. “It was just a thought.” Came as a gentle whisper from him while he stroked your arm carefully.

“It’s not that I don’t want to visit her. It’s just…” your words had been stopped as he placed a finger against your lips.

“I know.” He’d kissed the corner of your lip sweetly before falling into silence. After a few quiet moments, he’d cleared his throat. “How about…we make a deal?” You shifted against him before looking up at him and raising your eyebrow.

“What did you have in mind?” Wrecker had given you an interesting look before speaking.

“How about we go visit that waterfall you were telling me about a few weeks ago?” He’d watched as you tilted your head in surprise.

“That’s at least a three-hour boat ride from here, on a different island.” Where was he going with this?

“With the Marauder it’s only thirty minutes.” You’d noticeably swallowed at the mention of the ship. “Would give us more time to enjoy the area.”

Your throat had tightened as you realized what he was hinting at. “You w-want to fly there?”

Wrecker nodded carefully before continuing. “We fly there and then we can jump off the falls, like you used to when you were younger.”

Wait, he wanted to jump off the waterfall? “Wrecker, that’s almost sixty feet. Are you sure?” You’d watched as he chewed his lip at the new information before he nodded quickly. If he was willing to brave a sixty-foot jump for you then surely you could brave flying in the ship to the island. Right?

You were now asking yourself that question once more while you stared at the ramp of the ship. You’d been on the ship countless times now. Wrecker took every opportunity to bring you here for meals or late-night walks, as well as other activities. Trying to get you as comfortable as possible with the ship. You knew every part of the ship inside and out now, as well as how comfortable each bunk was. You preferred his bunk the most. Many times now he’d even had the engines running to get you used to the sound. But never had the ship flown with you in it. That thought was now stopping you in your tracks.

Wrecker walked by you with the picnic you’d packed in hand as well as some other supplies, his eyes taking in the way you hesitated. “We can go home if this is too much too soon.” He spoke sweetly from the doorway. Inside Gonky could be heard saying something and walking around. Apparently, he needed to come with you.

“No.” The word left you quicker than you expected. You

Could do this. This was what you’d been building up to these past two months. You facing your fear would help Wrecker face his. “I want to do this. With you.” You watched as Wrecker smirked and vanished into the ship for a moment before returning to you. He proudly walked down the ramp, wrapped his arm around your waist, and kissed you deeply. Your head spun as you felt his pride for how brave you were being course through him and into you.

He could feel the little shakes your body was doing as the fear tried to take hold. He deepened the kiss while gripping you tightly, sure enough, your legs went weak and you stumbled slightly. A hum of approval left the large clone as he felt the shakes slow. “That’s right, that’s my good girl.”

Stars, Wrecker knew exactly what to say to distract your mind. You whined against him as his words of praise danced through your head making you forget why you were even so scared. You were his good girl, his brave girl. He’d shower you with all the praise in the galaxy if you did this. Something he always made sure to do after each time you stepped onto the ship. “L-let’s go.” The sooner you did this the sooner he’d say it again and that magnificent feeling would be coursing through your body once more.

Wrecker playfully tapped the tip of your nose and motioned for you to lead the way. “That’s my girl.” Your perfect eyes fluttered for a moment before stumbling up the ramp and into the ship. Yeah, he’d figured you out quickly. He’d said it by accident the third time you’d visited the ship and the way your eyes had fluttered and you’d stuttered slightly let him know that you enjoyed it. He’d made sure not to overuse it either, only when it came to facing your fear did he use it and damn did it work every time. Your shared sex life had been flared to life by the work you two were doing for one another. Something about the race of your hearts as you faced your respective fears just seemed to fire you both up.

He watched the way your hips swayed in that short dress of yours. Something black and red caught his eye for a moment before you disappeared into the ship. By the time he’d finished all the checks on the ship and returned to pick you up for your date, you’d already gotten dressed and packed your meal. Now he wondered what exactly was beneath the cute green with tan lace sundress you wore. Wrecker followed quickly behind you and into the cockpit of the Marauder. You nervously sat in one of the passenger seats behind the pilot's chair with your knee bouncing nervously. He stopped next to you and kissed your cheek sweetly before sinking into the pilot's seat.

Every nerve in your body was alive at the moment. You felt every bump, thump, and shift as the ship creaked and began its take-off procedures. The door seemed to hiss closed even louder than it had a few days ago and you watched it carefully. The ship hummed beneath your feet and you swore you could feel it all. Was this how Hunter felt? Did he experience everything the ship did more intensely than the others? Stars, if that was the case then you really felt bad for him.

“You’re doing great, my good girl.”

Oh, there were those words again. You looked towards him instead of at the door and found his hand reaching back to you. Leaning forward, you gripped the warm strong hand tightly and in one swift pull you were on your feet and staggering towards him. Oh, he wanted you next to him, a large lump formed in your throat, near the front of the ship. Your body tingled as the ship hummed louder, no doubt moments from leaving the safety of the ground. Shaky legs carried you to the copilot seat next to him here you took a long breath while staring out the window. Even just being in the cockpit made you feel like you were incredibly high up. The ground just below the ship was impossible to see thanks to the nose of the Marauder. All you could see was the island far below you. He asked a gentle ‘Ready’ while squeezing your hand once more and you felt your heart jump at the realization that you were seconds away from takeoff. “R-ready.”

He nodded to you and then you felt it. A long-forgotten feeling of a ship hovering over the ground. More emotions than you could count hit you all at once. Delight, excitement, nervousness, fear, and most surprisingly…longing. A surprising part of you had missed this feeling. The way the ship hummed all around you and swayed side to side as it prepared to dash into space. As a child you’d adored this feeling, knowing it meant you were off on another adventure. This feeling and the jump to hyperspace had been the feelings you’d adored as a child. It's why you’d loved being on a ship in the first place.

Wrecker's eye flickered to you for a moment as the ship hovered over the cobblestone courtyard. He took in every little detail on your face at that moment. The way your eyes went wide with a mix of worry and wonder, how you chewed your lip nervously, and how your hand was blindly reaching out for him while your eyes stayed locked on the windshield. A small beep left the console as the ship indicated you were now high enough away from the ground to continue. A part of him wanted to take this slow and build up to speed slowly but there was something in your eyes, something in them was telling him to punch it. It would be a gamble to do so. He’d either terrify you to the point where you wanted to go home or…

The ship took off like a rocket making a loud squeal of delight leave your lips. This! This feeling! The last time you’d felt this feeling was the day your parents died. Oh, how you’d forgotten this feeling! The adrenaline coursed through your veins as you shot through the sky, buildings, and scenery rushing past you in a blur while the amazing power of the ship pushed you into your seat.

The squeal made Wrecker smile as he shot away from Pabu and towards the island, you’d told him about. He’d hoped that this would be your reaction. That you’d allow that delight you’d felt as a child to return to you and replace the fear that gnawed at you. He wouldn’t leave the atmosphere, no you weren’t ready for that much yet. But this was a big step and a good start. His thick fingers tapped the console a few times turning on the autopilot before swiveling his seat to face you. With a gentle tug, you were pulled from your seat and the daze you were in and into his lap. Your legs straddled his while your perfect eyes stared into his one good eye. “I’m proud of you, my brave girl.”

You’d been so lost in the magnificent feeling of the ship racing through the skies of your homeworld that you hadn’t realized you’d been pulled into his lap until he spoke and said those special words. ‘Brave girl’ now those were the words that completely undid you. He only ever said them after you’d completed whatever part of the fear you were facing. Just like every time before it sent a shiver down your spine and a heat to your core. “Y-yes. I did it.” His large hand held your cheek gently as a thumb stroked the delicate skin beneath your eye.

He watched your eyes flutter before he leaned forward and kissed you proudly. “How are you feeling?”

“G-good. Nervous still.” That feeling was being overridden by the desire for him growing within you. But it was still there, waiting for just the wrong thing to happen to allow it to shoot to the forefront of your mind. All it would take was some turbulence or strong headwinds to knock you off balance and out of whatever bliss-filled headspace you were in.

“That’s okay. Can’t expect it to go away the first time. Maybe I should bring my good girl on more trips around the planet? Would you like that, sarad?” He stroked the side of your face gently with the back of his forefinger while he spoke. Admiring the way you put so much faith and trust into him.

“Yes.” If only to hear him call you his ‘good girl’ and his ‘brave girl’. Maybe there was some kind of psychological reason as to why you enjoyed being called a good girl but you didn’t care to find out. “Will you…” you chewed your lip and thought about your next words. His mind-spinning pet names for you had done a number on you. Them plus the adrenaline coursing through your veins had worked you up. “Let me ride in your lap next time?”

His other hand dropped to your hip and squeezed gently. “Why not right now? Since you’re already here?” Shifting in his seat, his growing bulge rubbed against the heat between your legs making a little mewl leave your lips. The scent of your perfume wafted through his nose, jasmine, and vanilla, as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. An airy breath left your lips while his danced across your skin. Your thighs tightened against his making him squirm beneath you, drawing yet another mewl from you. “Ya like that idea, don’t ya?” His lips dragged across the lobe of your ear. “Maybe next time” he whispered in a deep gruff voice. “You can have my cock in ya.”

“Fuck” The word had left you before you could even think, a dark chuckle leaving him as he nipped at your ear. The way he seemed to become a different man when it came to being on the ship with you was just so incredible. He became so dominating and demanding. You’d made love on all of his siblings' bunks first before even being in his. All because he’d demanded to see you come undone on each one. He wanted your scent everywhere to torture Hunter while making sure Echo and Crosshair could see their beds in a tangled mess and know that the two of you had been there. Wrecker adored his brothers, his Vod as he called them, more than most could say about their siblings. But when it came to you being on the ship with him? Stars, he became insatiable. You couldn’t get enough of it.

Wrecker dipped his hand beneath your dress and pressed it against your needy core. Even through the material of your swimsuit, he could feel your growing dampness. Your hips ground against his lap making him groan followed by another chuckle. “Now now, gotta make sure we get there safe.” A cute little needy whine left you as he spoke. “Don’t worry. You’ll have my cock in ya soon enough, sarad.” He’d make sure you did by the end of the day. He felt you shift in his lap preparing to get off of him. With a smirk, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer. “For now, how about you let me taste what you had for breakfast?”

Your cheeks heated up at his request. Wrecker's tongue in your mouth was right up there with his tongue against your clit. “Want me to tell you first?” You licked your lips in anticipation of his against them.

“Nah, I like guessing.” He pressed his lips against yours and was instantly granted access. A smirk crossed his lips as he continued to kiss you. Chocolate and strawberries. His favorite.

-*-

You felt the excitement building as you cleared the final step of the mountain and spotted the diving point you’d climbed up to. Over that edge was a sixty-foot drop into crystal clear lavender water. The large pool of water in front of you that fed the falls glowed in a soft purple hue. The smell alone was enough to calm you in a way you adored. Turning behind you, you smiled at the large clone carrying the picnic basket and blanket.

“You brought the rope and that ascender thing, right?” A smile rested on your lips as you watched Wrecker place the basket down and pull out said items. “Perfect, there’s a good tree to tie it to over here.”

Wrecker watched as you walked towards the edge of the waterfall and looked over carefully. Something inside him tightened as he watched you kick a small rock over the edge followed by a whistle of surprise. “You should back up.” Left his lips before he could stop it. He’d agreed to this. He told you he could do this and he would. But seeing you like that, so close to falling over. It didn’t sit well with him. It was one thing being on the stone wall of your courtyard overlooking the island. But this? This was unpredictable, unsafe. The ground beneath your feet could easily give way and you could topple over.

A small laugh left you as you backed away from the edge. “Don’t worry. I was just making sure nothing changed.” Smiling, you turned and looked at the big teddy bear behind you. Your smile dropped as you took in the worried look on his face. You could see that his mind was beginning to get away from him. “Hey.” Moving quickly, you returned to his side and took the rope from him, dropping it to the ground. “We don’t have to do this. We can just enjoy a nice picnic up here and wade in the water. The pool was shallow enough at one end that you wouldn’t be swept away by the current.

He felt your warm hands in his but his mind couldn’t seem to focus on your words. It was as if his mind had switched to protection mode and all he wanted to do was keep you close. It took you saying his name three more times for him to refocus. “W-what?”

“I said we didn’t have to do this…and that you’re squeezing my wrists a little too tight.” Instantly his hand released you and he took a step back. You could tell he was fighting those thoughts again. “Wrecker, my bear. Everything is ok, I am ok. You are ok.” You took a careful step towards him and slowly slid your hands back into his.

He wasn’t sure how you managed to always find a way to recenter him, but you did. “I’m sorry, goddess.” Carefully he lifted your hands and placed gentle kisses on each of your wrists. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. We knew this wouldn’t be easy.” A hum came from you as you felt his gentle lips against your skin. “Now, let’s eat some lunch.” Stepping forward you placed your chest against him and tilted your head up. “Relax in the water and you can admire my new bikini.”

Wrecker shivered at the feeling of your fingers moving under the back of his shirt and slowly up his spine. “N-new bikini?” He remembered the flash of black and red that he’d seen earlier. Something told him already that he’d enjoy how it looked.

With a smirk, you nodded and took a step back. “My aunt on Coruscant sent it. She said it’s the latest fashion.” Reaching up to your neck, you undid the knot on the top of your dress and allowed the green and cream material to slide down to the ground with the help of a little wiggle. Wrecker's eyes widened as he took in the swimsuit and you knew his mind was officially on you. “Do you like it?”

The black fabric shimmered with red crystals as you turned slowly for him. The fabric crisscrossed on the front and wound tightly around your neck before moving under your breasts where the bottom part showed a daring amount of skin. Two more strips of black fabric crossed from the top of your ribs, across the front, and down to your hips connecting with the bottoms that accentuated your ass beautifully. A shaky breath left Wrecker as he watched you bend over and pick up your dress. “L-love it.”

Looking over your shoulder, you smirked. “Good. Now.” Turning you walked to the picnic basket and placed your dress down before looking for the blanket. “I packed sandwiches and dessert. Which would you like first?”

There was only one dessert Wrecker wanted to have and it wasn’t whatever you had in the basket. He moved faster than he intended and was soon behind you. Slowly his hands snaked around your waist and he pulled you close. Memories of your make-out session on the Marauder an hour ago resurfaced and spurred him on.

“Oh.” You giggled as you stood and placed your back against his broad chest. “Or we can have dessert now and dessert later.” Reaching a hand up, you placed it against his cheek and pulled his face into the crook of your neck. “What would my big bear like?”

Stars, he wanted to rip this bikini off of you and take you now instead of later. Bury himself in your warmth and enjoy the safety and grounding that only you could give him. “Whatever you prefer, my goddess.”

A shiver ran down your spine and you fought the urge to give in to him. “Well we did climb up here to enjoy the lavender water, so let’s relax in this lovely pool with some wine and maybe..” with a final wiggle of your ass, you stepped away. “I’ll let you enjoy some desert in the water.”

“I…” Wrecker had always wanted to fuck in a pool like this. He was a simple man with simple desires. He watched as you took your boots off and moved towards the shallow end of the water and away from the waterfall. The waterfall that you’d planned your entire trip around. That he’d made a deal with you about. “I want to enjoy the falls.. as we planned.”

“What?” You turned and looked at your clone in surprise. Yes, you’d made a deal that you’d ride in the Marauder and he’d jump from the falls. But you had zero intention of holding him to it. “You don’t have to do that, Wrecker. We can build up to it. There’s no rush.” You could easily come back another day, especially if that meant riding in the Marauder with him inside of you like he wanted.

Wrecker shook his head as he bent down and picked up the rope. “I want to enjoy what you enjoy. If that means jumping from super high up and into the water below.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Then let’s do it.” A small smile crept on your face and that alone gave him the courage to go through with this. If you could ride in the Marauder for him then he could do this.

“Ok. I’ll go first and you follow me?” Quickly you packed everything back into the basket before grabbing the rope. “You can lower the basket to me once I’m down there?” Then you could enjoy your date at the base of the falls instead. Maybe screw under the falls themselves? It was a promising idea. You knew from experience that there was a small alcove behind the falls.

“No.” Wrecker helped you tie the rope to the large tree before tying the other end to the basket. “I-I’ll go first.” He removed his boots and pants quickly, trying to get the jump out of the way before he chickened out.

You cooed at him playfully before stepping over and placing your hand on his chest. “I know where to jump. Follow my lead.”

Wrecker grabbed your wrist and stopped you before you could head to the edge. “W-what if I chicken out?”

“You won’t.” With a smirk, you stepped back to him and stood on the tips of your toes. “Because I’ll be waiting for you at the bottom. Naked.” Placing a quick kiss on his stunned face, you turned and sprinted for the edge. With a happy squeal, you dove off the edge and into the waters below.

“Mesh’la!” Wrecker ran to the edge and looked down, terrified that he’d see your mangled corpse against the rocks.

A few moments went by before you finally broke through the surface, a large smile on your face. You adored the rush you got when cliff diving. Looking up, you waved to Wrecker who tentatively waved back. The worry and fear were easy to see on his face. Keeping your word you unclamped the top of your bathing suit and shimmied out of it. A happy smile rested on your lips as you held the piece of clothing up for him to see.

He didn’t need you to show him your bikini. The water was crystal clear and he could easily see your nude body wading in the deep water. The desire to have that against his skin overpowered the fear inside him. With a toss of the basket over the edge, Wrecker jumped as well.

A loud splash echoed around the waterfall as he made contact with the water, his large body causing the water to ripple and push you toward the edge. A giggle left you as you swam towards him. Even before his head broke through the surface, his arms were around your waist and pulling you into him. “Wrecker!” You gasped as he finally broke the surface and pulled you into a tight hug, his lips pressed firmly against yours. His kisses always made your head spin. With a hum of delight, you wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. “I’m so proud of you.” Came as a whisper as your forehead rested against his. Below the water, one of his hands held your thigh tightly while the other helped you two wade.

Wrecker moved his head and buried it into the crook of your neck as you spoke to him. While you may have been proud of him, he had been terrified. Your fingers ran gentle circles at the base of his neck as he quietly sobbed into your skin.

You knew this had been a big step for him. Stars, the day itself had been big for the both of you. The fear of falling, the fear of being hurt or worse had been something you’d had to convince him would be ok. “Shhh, it’s ok. We’re ok. You did it.” You felt him shake slightly as a few scared sobs left him and you simply hummed as you continued to hold him. “I got you, Wrecker. I’m here.” You remembered the way his praise always made you feel. “I’m so proud of you, my big bear.”

While your words didn’t affect him the same way his did to you, they helped. Proud of him, yes, you were proud of him. He’d done it. He’d faced his fear and jumped sixty feet. Tech would be so proud of him. “I…I did it.”

“You did!” You allowed your happiness that he’d faced his fear overflow from you and into him. “Wait until you tell Omega. She’s going to be so excited.”

Omega would, wouldn’t she? “Maybe we can bring her next time.” The walk from the ship to the peak alone would be thrilling for the curious girl. Though it would mean you wouldn’t be able to ride on his cock the whole flight.

“Oh, she would love this place. Might have to forcibly drag her back to the ship.” You chuckled before wiggling from his grasp and heading towards the roaring wall of water. “Come, I wanna show you something.” You’d both done it. Faced your fears for one another. Now it was time to have fun.

Wrecker watched your nude form swim away from him and towards the falls. Yes, it was nice having you in his arms naked. But damn was he enjoying watching you swim away like this. “Coming, Sarad.” He swam after you with a small smile on his lips. The fear of what he’d just done was now gone from his mind. All he could think about was you. As he got closer to you you vanished behind the wall of water before sticking your hand through for him. He didn’t hesitate to take your perfect hand and allow himself to be pulled through.

What he saw on the other side amazed him. There was an alcove big enough for the two of you to fit in unlike any he’d ever seen. Instead of just stone, it was a mix of sweet-smelling green and purple algae and vines with small white and yellow flowers. Looking past you and deeper into the alcove he could make out something glistening in the stone walls, but from the angle he was at he couldn’t seem to tell what they were. Movement next to him drew his attention and he watched as you pulled yourself onto the ledge of the alcove before turning and sitting with your legs hanging in the water, a perfect smile rested on your lips as you beckoned for him to join you. It took him a moment to find a good grip to hoist himself out of the water, but once he was out he turned and sat next to you. “Wow.” That was all he was able to say as he looked at the cascading water. Rays of sunlight shone through the lavender water and bathed the area around the both of you in a purple hue. Turning to look around the alcove he realized that the item he’d seen glistening in the light was a gemstone in the wall. Now that he could look around better, he realized that there were multiple purple and white gemstones in the walls and ceiling. “This place is amazing.”

You were pleased that he was enjoying the private alcove. “Isn't it? Chai, Doll, and I found it the last time we were here.” It felt like a lifetime ago now. Chai was now off planet and Doll was…well you weren’t too sure what Doll was up to. You could have sworn you'd seen her and Crosshair kissing the other night before dinner. But she hadn’t said anything to you. You put the thought out of your mind as Wrecker's hand gripped your thigh. Right, you were completely naked while he still had his shirt and boxers on. A devilish smirk played on your lips as you turned to face him, your hand tugging at the leg of his boxers. “You know, I think you’d be much more comfortable without these on.” It was time to enjoy your date now. “And inside me instead.”

A shiver ran down Wrecker's spine as you stood up and moved deeper into the alcove. His eye followed you with interest as you moved behind him. He took in the sway of your hips and the curve of your ass with an increasing appetite. Wrecker felt the air leave his lungs as you turned to smile at him. Between the lavender hue of the alcove, the growing foliage around it, and the glistening gemstones, you looked ethereal. He opened his mouth to say something but found the words unable to leave him. Instead, he took on the appearance of a fish with his mouth opening and closing.

“Wrecker?” Why was he staring at you like that? It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you naked before. You watched him stand up and stumble over to you, his mouth still opening and closing as he failed to speak. What was going on? His hands slid around your waist and pulled you close, the bulge in his boxers pressing between your legs.

“I’m sorry. You’re just…so beautiful.” Beautiful and breathtaking and amazing and wonderful and so many more words he wished he could find to describe how magnificent you looked in that moment. It took him a moment to find the word but he realized that for once, his pet name for you was entirely accurate. Right there, in that moment, you were a goddess to him. A goddess that was his. It seemed his words did something to you because you turned your face away from his with a slight blush on your cheeks. You whispered a cute ‘Wrecker’ as you did so making him realize that you didn’t truly understand how beautiful he found you. Wrecker raised his hand to your chin and tilted your head back to face his. “I mean it. I know I tell you all the time how beautiful you are. But it’s because of how true it is. I see you as the most beautiful woman, no, the most beautiful creature in existence. No gem or nebula could compare to how absolutely gorgeous you are to me, my goddess.”

Wrecker telling you how beautiful you were wasn’t a new thing. He told you nearly every day how stunning you looked and you loved it. You did. But something about the way he was saying it at this moment was making you feel tingly. Maybe it was because of the way he was saying it and looking at you. He continued to praise your beauty and pour out his heart to you while also rubbing your hip with his thumb. Something about this moment felt special. Why? Why did you feel so different this time compared to the others? You raised your arms from around his waist up to his shoulders where they draped over as he bent down to make it easier for you two to kiss. “Oh Wrecker.” You stroked his scarred cheek gently. “I think you're the most handsome man in existence. I feel… Stars I can’t describe how I feel when I’m with you. Or how you make me feel when you call me beautiful. But…oh Wrecker I love you so much.” It’s all that you could seem to say. It’s all that would come out. That must have been what that twinging, tickling, spinning feeling that was going on inside of you was. You were so madly and so undeniably in love with him. Yes, you’d already declared your love to him many times since he’d returned but something in this moment made you realize just how deeply in love with him you were.

“I’m so lucky to have you.” You, a woman who grew up countless light years away from him. Who experienced a completely different life than he had and who had never seen a day of battle. You’d gone through so much in your life and yet here you were, in his arms telling him how much you loved him. Never had he thought he’d experience this level of love. Never had he thought he’d have someone in his life who looked at him the way you did. With so much love and adoration it was making him feel tingly all over. He didn’t wait for you to say anything back, instead he tilted his head down and kissed your soft lips deeply.

This kiss felt so different from any other time you’d kissed before. This one felt deeper, and more important than any other kiss. His hand snaked around the back of your neck and into the base of your scalp, his fingers threading through your hair and holding you close. His tongue ran across your bottom lip asking sweetly for entrance into your mouth and you felt your head swim as the tip of it lapped at your tongue. Thick fingers pulled your head back slightly as his tongue delved deeper into your mouth suppressing the moan that left you. His hand that rested on your hip tightened slightly and you felt those rough digits dimple your skin. “W-wrecker.” You gasped his name quietly while breaking for air and taking in the way he was now staring at you. That adorable brown eye was wide and lust-filled. You took a moment to try and imagine what he’d look like with two good eyes and found that you didn’t like the image. Somehow that wasn’t your Wrecker. This was your Wrecker. One good eye, one bad, and a scar on the same side as the bad eye. Perfect in every way to you. You sighed softly as you stroked the scar with gentle fingers. “Make love to me?”

He savored the way you were staring at him, lost in whatever thoughts were going through your mind. His head tilted into the dull touch of your hand, the full feeling lost to that side of his face a few years prior. He’d tell you about it one day. How he lost his sight in that eye and got his scar. But for now, he just wanted to savor you. “Today, tomorrow, and for however much longer you’ll have me, Sarad.” He sighed as rough lips pressed against the soothing smoothness of yours, the hand in your hair loosened slightly before releasing it all together. “Here.” He pulled away from you while reaching down and grabbing the hem of his shirt. It came off in one swift movement before he balled it up and placed it on the ground near the wall with the most gemstones in it. The shirt was soaked but it would be somewhat comfortable for you to lay on while he rewarded you for your bravery that day. “Lay down for me?”

Your heart soared with the sweet words he was speaking to you. “You can have me until I draw my last breath, Wrecker. I’m forever yours.” The declaration of your eternal love for him came as a surprise to you. Never had you thought you’d be able to love someone as deeply as you loved him. He smiled that adorable crooked smile for you while scooping you into his arms. Carefully he spun you before kneeling and placing you on the ground, his hand cradling your head while positioning it over the wet shirt. You sighed softly watching him kneel next to you with nothing but his tented boxers on. You chewed your lip at the sight of the material, craving the feeling of the length beneath it inside of you. “Please, Wrecker.” You spoke with an airy needy breath. “I need to feel you.”

Who was he to deny you when you spoke that way to him? “Together forever.”

It was so silly but the way he said it made it sound like a marriage proposal. It wasn’t silly to think that you may marry him someday, but silly to think that you’d only known him for a little over half a standard year, and yet you were ready for that eventuality. You’d never believe in love at first sight or that feeling of looking at someone and knowing right away that they were the one you wanted to spend forever with. But when you thought about the first time you saw your beloved clone, you realized that your heart had skipped a beat when you made eye contact. Was that what that feeling had been? Love at first sight? You watched as Wrecker moved around between your legs and placed his hands on your knees. A year ago you wouldn’t have even thought of allowing a man to look at your most intimate places like this. Now, you shamelessly allowed your legs to fall open so he could see your glistening needy heat. He licked his lips at the sight making you let out a needy moan. “Please.” You gasped as his rough hand slid down your leg and across the delicate skin of your inner thigh.

“Of course, riduur.” Leaning forward, he ran his nose across your needy bud eliciting a little cry from your lips. Your hand was instantly on the back of his head, stroking it carefully as he continued to tease you. “So needy.”

His hot breath wafted across your core and soon you were keening his name loudly. The sound echoing around you and mixing with the roar of the falls. His tongue lapped and twirled around your bud making you see stars. “W-wrecker! Fuck!” He was too damn good at this. It was so unfair how he could make you see heaven itself with only a few strokes of his tongue. A deep chuckle left him before he pressed into your heat and you felt his teeth scrap very carefully against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Just that much was enough to push you close to your edge, his tongue dipped into you and soon you were screaming his name as your first, albeit small, orgasm washed over you. Little pants of pleasure left your lips as he continued to work you through your little orgasm. “M-more. Need you.” Wrecker chuckled while licking your release from his lips and sitting back on his heels. After a moment of admiring your soaking sex, he stood. You took it as your chance to return the pleasure.

Before he could pull his boxer off completely, you were on your knees and pulling his hard length into your mouth. “Kriff, Sarad.” He’d never openly tell you how much he loved your height difference. How when you were on your knees you came to the perfect height to take his cock easily into your mouth. The sight always turned him on even more than he already was. The two of you were truly designed to fit with one another. His hand threaded through your hair once more and he helped to set a slow pace on his cock, your tongue rubbing against the underside of him as your head lived back and forth. How you managed to fit his hefty size into that sexy little mouth of yours would always amaze him. But you did. “Such a good girl taking all of my cock like that.” You whined softly around his cock making him let out a long sigh. “Kriff, it feels good when you do that.”

You moaned around him once more and felt his cock twitch in your mouth. It was an odd sensation in your mouth and a struggle to take all of him but you did it. It had taken a few times to get as comfortable as you were with it between your lips but now you could say you were very comfortable with it. Your hand wrapped around the still visible base of his cock and you began to carefully pump it in time with your head bobs. Wrecker sighed and groaned against your touch making you grin. With a loud pop, you pulled yourself from him and stared up with your mouth hanging open.

Fuck, you looked unbelievably sexy in that moment. Your hair disheveled from his hand being in it, your mouth hanging open and your breasts on full display for him. A part of him wanted you to continue sucking him and using your hand so that he could cover that chest of yours in his seed. But the darker primal side of him just wanted to finally be inside you and screw you into the dirt. He’d coat your chest in cum later. Perhaps while you flew back to Pabu? Surely you could make it work. “Fuck that mouth of yours is amazing.” He finished pulling his boxers off from around his ankles before falling to his knees with a huff. “But there’s somewhere else I’d rather be.”

“Then what are you waiting for, my love?” You curled your forefinger beneath his chin as you slowly fell back, pulling him with you. His hand shot out and cradled the back of your head as the two of you fell into the dirt, his body caging you protectively. “Hello, handsome” you cooed softly before pressing your lips against his with a sigh. A low growl left the bear of a man kissing you before you felt his hand against your needy core. “Mmmm, fuck me, Wrecker.” His fingers danced playfully against your pearl, you needed him inside you already. Between the earlier teasing on the ship and then his lips just a few moments ago you were in desperate need of him inside of you.

“So demanding.” What would he do with you? Wrecker returned to kissing you as his hand caressed your wet core and gathered some of your release which was then rubbed against his cock. He slid the tip across your opening and with a simple grunt, he was burying himself into your warmth. Your shared pants mixed with the sound of the cascade water as Wrecker carefully worked you open, your pussy fluttering around his cock with each thrust he did. Pulling him deeper and deeper into you. Each thrust drew out a long pant of his name into his neck from you, your warm body holding him tightly. You were so wet and eager for him.

Your hand wrapped around his torso and held him close as he buried himself to the hilt within you, his balls resting against your ass. Rough lips peppered kisses against your jaw as he allowed you a moment to adjust to his superior size. It was only a moment but it felt like minutes as you waited for him to move but when he did you were instantly seeing stars. The curve of his length allowed him to perfectly hit your most sensitive spot and you knew from experience you wouldn’t last long, not in this position and not after so much buildup throughout the day. Your body arched off the ground and pressed against his as your nails gripped deeper and deeper into his back. A hiss came from him at the feeling but he didn’t relent as he continued to thrust into you. Once, twice, three times and you were howling his name like a sexed-out slave girl. “Kriff, yes. Right there! Fuck!”

You continued to cry out as Wrecker felt himself drawing close to his release. Your earlier work on his cock having gotten him close already. He buried his face into your neck while sliding his arm around your back and holding you close. Using his impressive strength, he pulled you into his lap as he fell back into a kneeling position. Now you were slightly above him and he savored the difference for now he could suck and lick your nipples with ease while also enjoying the way your face contorted in bliss. The new position allowed him a deeper reach into you and within four thrusts you were squeezing him. He knew that sign by now, you were close and all it would take is the right words to have you coming undone on his cock which would in turn have him spilling into you. Wrecker looked up at you with dark eyes as his tongue swirled your left nipple expertly. He sucked and swirled the pebbled bud for a few fleeting moments before nipping at the delicate skin around it. Your breasts were by far his favorite part of you to have in his mouth. There was something so mind-blowingly erotic about them that made him just want to have them in his mouth. He sucked a mark against your skin before pulling back and forcing you to look into his eye. With a deeper gruff than you’d ever heard from him, he spoke. “Be a good girl and cum on my dick.”

It was just what you needed to hear and after a single hard thrust, you were coming. Your orgasm raced across your eyes in a blinding light of ecstasy and euphoria as your clone gripped your sides and continued to impale you. His pacing was hard and fast as he chased his release within you. You were sore and tired but you allowed him to use you as his toy for a few more minutes until he was spilling over within you. The feeling of him filling you with his cum would never stop feeling wonderful for you. Nor would the grunting groaning sounds he’d make while leaning his head into the crook of your neck. You stormed the back of his head gently as he emptied himself within the warmth of your body, the fullness almost too much for you to bear. Almost. He’d come twice inside of you a week prior and that was a fullness that had incapacitated you. This, while still filling, was nothing compared to that day. “So good.” You whispered as you leaned down and kissed him. The high you’d been on was beginning to dissipate and exhaustion was beginning to pull at you.

Wreckers arms held you close to him as the two of you began to come down from your post-orgasm highs. It was always amazing when it came to screwing you. He could hear the exhaustion in your voice as you continued to praise him. Any other time he’d pull himself from you and lay you down. But not this time, for some primal reason he wanted to stay buried within you, his softening cock acting as a plug for his seed. Sure he couldn't actually breed you right now, not with the birth control you were on, plus the fact he was sure Nala Se had mentioned something about them being unable to reproduce. But the urge to keep it all within you was still powerful. Not to mention the intense closeness he felt with you when the two of you were like this. He felt your forehead press against his and the two of you shared a long sigh. This was bliss. His little piece of paradise was here with you.

The two of you sat that way for nearly ten minutes before he finally removed himself from your warmth. The moment he did so his sizable release was making its way out of your body and coating your thighs. The sight made him lick his lips. “Would you like to eat lunch first before you fuck me into the dirt?” You were surprisingly hungry.

The clone laughed brightly as he scooped you into his arms and began to walk towards the edge of the alcove. “I figured we’d eat quickly then I’d fuck you beneath these falls. Eat some more then have you ride my cock while we flew back home.” He placed you down near the edge and watched as droplets of water began to coat your skin.

A shiver ran down your spine at the thought of two more rounds with him before the day was out. Maybe even a fourth depending on how you were feeling when you got home. Would you be terribly sore for the next week? Stars, yes. But Kriff, would it be worth it. “Maybe we should start with dessert first then?” Who needed to eat when you had a man as muscular and sexy as Wrecker in front of you?” He chuckled with a deep bass and your thighs clenched. Oh yeah. There was no way you two were even close to being done with one another.

He pulled you into a deep kiss, swallowing the needy whine that came from you. “My poor insatiable riddur. What will I do with you?”

There was that new word again. He hadn’t called you that before. Looking up at him, a hand resting on his chest as his cum ran down your leg, you spoke. “What does that mean? Riduur?”

Oh, he’d called you that, hadn’t he? “It means…partner or girlfriend.” A lie, one of the only ones he’d ever tell you. But he hadn’t meant to slip up and call you that, not yet at least.

“Is it the same back to you? Can I call you my Riduur as well?” You’d been meaning to learn mando’a. Chai had found a droid on the island who spoke thousands of languages, Mando’a being one of them. You just hadn’t had the time to start learning. All you knew was from Wrecker and his siblings.

His cheeks flared as you spoke his language. “P-please.”

Oh, he was adorable when he got like this. If this would make him blush then you’d call him it all the time. With a happy smile, you brushed your lips against his. “You’re my riduur, Wrecker.” He smiled and kissed you once more.

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Later that night, in the safety and warmth of your shared home, you tucked Omega into her bed. Her room had been fully decorated with her stuff from the Marauder as well as newer decorations. Fairy lights strung over her bed doused the area in a rainbow glow of colors while a slowly forming pile of stuffed animals and dolls took over a small section of her bed. You recounted a small amount of the day's activities to her and how brave her brother had been to jump off the falls while she recounted what happened at school.

“Omega? Do you know what ‘Riduur’ means?” You’d been running the brush through her growing blonde locs when the thought came to you to ask her. From what you knew, her understanding of the language wasn’t as advanced as the guys were, so you’d simply wanted to see what she knew.

Omega tapped at her datapad as she finished a homework assignment. “Oh, that one is a nice one. It means Husband or wife. Depends on who’s saying it to who.” She paused for a moment. “Why? Did Wrecker call you that?”

Husband or Wife? He’d called you his wife. That intense tingling feeling coursed through your body once more. Why had he lied about it? Was he embarrassed? Had he not meant to call you it? No, he’d said it twice and even asked that you call him whenever you wanted to. That meant he wanted to hear you call him ‘husband’.

‘ Together Forever’

It hadn’t been a marriage proposal, but a special promise between the two of you. A smile played on your lips as you silently spoke the word with a better understanding. You weren’t married yet and probably wouldn’t be for a while. But you were his forever. You’d tell him in a few days that you knew the real meaning. For now, though, you’d enjoy calling him your husband.

“Stitches?” Omega looked over her shoulder at you.

“S-sorry. Was thinking about something.” You shook your head and focused back on the girl. “What was your question?”

Omega raised an eyebrow at you. “I asked if Wrecker called you his riduur?”

“Oh goodness no.” A lie, but she was too young to understand the complicated relationship of an adult. “Just saw it in some research articles I was reading. Been thinking of learning mando’a.”

Oh. “I can help you! Wrecker said he really likes it when you speak a little bit you know!”

You smiled and accepted her offer. When she mentioned him enjoying you speaking the language you simply laughed while trying to hide your blush. “That he does, Omega. That he does.”

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Eat the Rich (2021) is by Ambika Kirkland and adheres to a burgundy and silver scheme. The three words of the title are a passport directly to my heart.

Here it is the horrible future. The population of Earth has largely been overrun by the Hunger, a disease that renders the affected into ravening cannibals. The rich, well known for their thoughts and prayers, have taken their leave to a floating pleasure dome in the sky, the Godspire, and left earthly concerns behind. This has gone to their heads; with their luxury and technology and safety, they now think they are gods.

Not everyone planetside is a zombie though. Those who have no succumbed to the plague have formed a cult, the leader of which has tasked the players with infiltrating the Godspire and bring them a god, dead or alive (Why? Well, you are what you eat). Complication: it turns out that the gods aren’t safe from the Hunger. The diseases has spread in the Godspire, and changed!

And that is pretty much all you need to know. More than, honestly. The adventure itself is a bit linear, but the dressing of it all and the themes more than make up for that. I particularly enjoy the appallingly gross technology section. And Kirkland’s art is delightful (a truth that applies to all the zines in the Manifestus Omnivorous series, honestly).

#RPG #TTRPG #Tabletop RPG #Roleplaying Game #D&D #dungeons & dragons #Games Omnivorous #Manifestus Omnivorous #Eat the Rich #Ambika Kirkland

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"Mutiny on the Enterprise" review

Novel from 1983 by Robert E. Vardeman (author as well of "The Klingon Gambit"). A short novel, written in the style of one of the episodes. It won't blow your mind, but it's fairly entertaining. Actually, it's better if you haven't read previously "The Klingon Gambit", as otherwise, the similarities in structure between both novels are too much: Kirk loses control of his crew due to alien influences (here because they become mutinous, there because they became capricious) and then has a planetside adventure. Again, Kirk is among the few able to resist the brainwashing, because of his unwavering loyalty to his duty. Though in this occasion, he's joined by Spock (thanks to his Vulcan control) and McCoy (thanks to his power of... grumpiness? I don't really know why McCoy can resist so well against this all-powerful influence, but he's very angry for most of the novel). Anyway, I found this one better than Vardeman's previous attempt.

There are some returning characters from "The Klingon Gambit", most notably, Chief McDonel: a female, even tougher version of Scotty, and a nice departure from the average female character in these novels. The main "villain" (though that definition doesn't really apply to her) has some interesting, well-conceived powers. And the alien life forms that Kirk encounters in the planet are pretty imaginative, and at the same time believable. As for the main trio, Kirk is the most developed character. And you can feel his mounting frustration against a situation quickly spiralling out of control. On the other hand, I think that Spock and McCoy are way too hostile towards each other. Kirk spends a good amount of time chastising them for their constant fights. Though some of their bickering is actually funny.

Spoilers under the cut:

The Enterprise has to bring three ambassadors to mediate in the conflict between planets Ammdon and Jurnamoria. And as usual, one of the ambassadors is a complete jerk (why does the Federation always choose the most unpleasant persons to negotiate?). However, en route to Ammdon, Kirk rescues an alien woman from a derelict ship and brings her aboard.

Kirk soon notices the powerful influence of this woman, called Lorelei, on him and others. Something about the way she speaks, and even her appearance, has a compelling effect on everyone who listens to her. Little by little, disaffection grows among the crew towards their current mission. Everyone seems convinced that, far from bringing peace between the two planets, the Enterprise's arrival will precipitate war. Even Sulu, Uhura, Scotty and Chekov start sabotaging the mission. And Kirk finds himself almost alone, with only Spock and McCoy still obeying his orders.

Everything points out to Lorelei as the instigator of the mutiny. Her species is completely devoted to peace and non-violent solutions. And she, as a Speaker of her race, has the ability to modulate her voice and adapt her discourse to the listener, for maximum effect. Since she's sure that the ambassadors will fail to bring peace, she convinced everyone aboard to hamper the mission. No matter how much Kirk insists that his intentions are also peaceful, she won't believe him. In this way, Lorelei is a good foil for Kirk: both have ultimately the same goal of achieving peace, but Kirk's conviction that a show of force is sometimes necessary against those that desire war, makes their positions irreconcillable.

On top of that, the warp engines, which were already in need of repairs, finally break completely, and the Enterprise is left stranded. Actually, it's heavily implied that it was Scotty himself who sabotaged the engines, in order to follow Lorelei's wishes. Fortunately, they discover a nearby planet, which seems enough technologically advanced to provide repairs. Spock and McCoy beam down to negotiate for the needed materials, but they notice something disquieting about the inhabitants. Neither the humanoids, nor any living creature there, seem capable of communication. And the entire planet reacts against any disturbance. When Spock tries to communicate with one of the aliens through a mind-meld, they're imprisoned. The ambassadors follow suit, when they beam down without authorization.

Aboard the Enterprise, Kirk loses his little authority left when he orders to shoot phasers, to destroy the prison that holds Spock, McCoy and the others (remember, no violence). So the crew maroons him on the planet for being such a bad boy. Down there, Kirk starts realizing what's going on with that place: the entire planet is actually a gigantic living thing, while the apparent creatures are like cells of a body, perfectly synchronized (that's why they don't need the usual ways of communication). Their presence, thus, is understood as something like a cancer, that the planet tries to get rid of. So Kirk approaches the prison, careful to not disturb a single thing, and avoiding tentacles on his way. Since everything is organic, Kirk brings McCoy a hypo to anesthetize... the prison itself. And they're set free. Meanwhile, a redshirt has died in a surprisingly gruesome way, and the ambassadors are also killed for upsetting the planet.

In the final part, Kirk, Spock and McCoy have to fight a battle against the whole crew to regain control of the ship. First, they hijack the shuttle that Lorelei uses to bring repair materials aboard (she's so convincing, that she talked the planet into collaboration). And after that, Kirk makes his way through the hostile ship, for a final confrontation against Lorelei. Once she's imprisoned, her effect over the crew starts diminishing. And Scotty finally gets to repair the damn engines, so the Enterprise can proceed towards Ammdon. Ironically, Lorelei was right all along, and the ship's arrival prompts Ammdon to declare war on Jurnamoria, thinking that the Federation will support them in battle. With all ambassadors dead, what will Kirk do to convince those two, stubborn leaders of the benefits of peace? What will he do indeed, hmmm...? I think the solution is pretty obvious, right?

Spirk Meter: 0/10*. None that I've noticed.

There's perhaps some timid McKirk. McCoy reaches for Kirk's arm in a couple of dangerous situations. And when Lorelei tries to regain the ship, she does so by telling Kirk that "Your Dr. McCoy has been imprisoned". She tries to beam him back to the planet, alone, which makes Kirk abandon the bridge, that he just won back with so much effort, and run to his rescue.

As for Spones, this is McCoy's observation to Kirk, about the two planetary leaders once they've reconciled:

"You're starting to sound like Spock. Those two are in love. Imagine, hating one another for so long, and now, who knows?"

"Yes, Doctor, who knows."

Well, who else has spent the entire novel fighting, and obsessing about every single thing the other says or does...? The irony seems lost to McCoy.

*A 10 in this scale is the most obvious spirk moments in TOS. Think of the back massage, "You make me believe in miracles", or "Amok Time" for example.

#star trek tos #star trek novels #novel review #mckirk #spones

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dangerouscommiesubversive · 2 months

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I've been thinking I should check out Bravern, because the idea of a super robot show where the robo is itself Horny About It is just spectacular, and because I'm me this led to thinking about Transformers, and the fanfiction game on Cybertron must be insane.

Like, we know that there's a publishing industry in many iterations of continuity, so I just bet there's a whole line of, like, Protoform's Own Tales--stories about search-and-rescue missions and off-world explorers and so on, with a moral, educational component about being a Good Cybertronian. Improving stories, for the instruction of the young, with important lessons like,

"It is your moral duty to spread Cybertronian society throughout the galaxy" and

"Most organics are well-meaning but inherently misguided creatures who must be helped to understand proper Cybertronian values."

Of course in a fair number of these stories there would have to be one or more organic sidekicks, either picked up planetside or already traveling with the hero, and naturally because these are Daring Adventures they're strewn about with tense-but-also-intimate scenes in which Our Hero must talk his Trusty Organic Companion through some delicate repair that he can't achieve on his own. So the unintended side effect these stories have on their readers is that they leave a lot of impressionable young protoforms with the lingering thought that, well, what if after the repairs were completed Windshear also got his small friend Little Gear (a nickname, of course) to help with some. Uh. Cable management?

And someone's definitely written that, you just have to know the right network node. Oh, and you've got to disconnect from the Academy network first, you don't want the instructors finding out that you read that sort of thing, do you?

I bet Jetfire's written some.

#dangerous communist propaganda

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somedaylazysomeday · 1 year

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Tied Up In You - Part Two

Commander Fox x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Fox has a bad day. You make him feel better.

Rating: NC-17, explicit, lemon, etc. Minors DNI!

Word Count: 4,400

Warnings: angst, minor dissociation, vague references to being pressured, massage, oral sex (male receiving).

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Things were going well with Fox.

You had been dating the Head Commander of the Coruscant Guard for almost a year and things just kept getting better. He was a shockingly caring man and never let you forget how much he cherished you. Fox’s job was demanding, but your relationship fell into place around it, filling the gaps so naturally that it felt perfect.

Things were just as good in the bedroom - maybe even more so, if you were being honest. With a little encouragement from the other, both of you had gotten far more comfortable with your adventurous sides. Power exchanges in the bedroom were common for you, even if you tried not to examine the psychology behind that too closely.

Behind all of it was affection, concern for each other’s safety, and love.

Together, you and Fox had pushed the boundaries of your comfort zones and it had always ended well. You and Fox emphasized communication with each other, even when he was at work. That particular day, Fox was pulling a personal security shift with one of the senators. Even on personal security shifts, he usually managed to return your text comm messages during a break or guard change, but that day was a special case.

As the Head Commander of the Guard, Fox insisted on taking on the worst responsibilities rather than leaving them to his men. You respected that, but you worried it would be too much, especially when the senator in question was Senator Burtoni of Kamino.

Burtoni had requested a Coruscant Guardsman escort during her speech that day, claiming that she had reason to believe she would be in danger as she argued a bill on the Senate floor. The bill was one that would lay the foundation for clone trooper citizenship after the war, and it was one Burtoni vocally opposed. She seemed immune to the irony of requiring service from one of the very beings she was trying to keep without rights.

From the first request submitted by Senator Burtoni’s office, Fox had known it would be a horrific detail. Not only had he refused to let any of his men take the shift, but he had insisted on working the security detail alone, accompanied only by Burtoni’s guards - many of whom had adopted her dismissive and offensive way of treating troopers.

So when Fox came home to you at the end of the day, he wasn’t your loving and mischievous partner. Instead, he was quiet and withdrawn. He was exhausted - anyone could guess that much - but it was more than that. Fox was… beaten. That made your heart ache.

Fox had a difficult job. His job was to police the people of Coruscant. It was a thankless and overwhelming task. The Coruscant Guard was understaffed and overworked, but more importantly, they went without appreciation more often than not.

The citizens of Coruscant saw themselves as invincible, being so far in the Inner Rim and far from anything that could remotely be considered a battle front.

The Coruscant Security Force saw the Guard as usurpers, trying to steal their jobs with genetic superiority.

And the politicians - ooh, you couldn’t think about it too deeply, or you would be tempted to commit a crime.

Even the other troopers resented the Coruscant Guard, under the mistaken impression that their jobs were easy, working planetside instead of on a war front. But in the words of Fox himself - confided in you after a nightmare that had shaken your shared bed with its impact on the commander - “It doesn’t matter if the bolt coming for you was fired from a Seppie gun or a disgruntled Republic criminal. And there are more of the second here on Coruscant than the first are on a battlefield.”

But Fox did all of this without complaint and he did it well. He was a Head Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic, just under Marshall Commander Cody in the upper ranks of the GAR. He was the one designated to do the Senate and CSF’s dirty work. They handed their impossible jobs and low odds to Fox and left him to come up with a way to do what needed to be done. And he pulled it off every time.

The Coruscant Guard wasn’t an easy job for anyone, but more than one of the Guardsmen had told you that it would have been unbearable if not for Fox. He stood between the galaxy and his men, and you had never seen it get the best of him.

Until now.

Fox had trudged through the door, moving mechanically toward the bathroom in full armor. You frowned. He had always made a point of removing his armor before he got too far from the door, and you had never seen him take more than two steps inside without pulling his boots off.

“Fox?” you called, repeating it more urgently when he didn’t respond. When he finally lifted his head enough to look at you, his dark eyes were empty… but it was an emptiness that held an echo of pain as well. “Fox, what happened?”

He shook his head, pulling his eyes from you to stare down at the helmet in his hands. It was the only piece of armor he had removed - probably more to put your neighbors at ease than for his own comfort. Even from across the room, you could see the tension in his shaking fists. The plastoid of the helmet creaked alarmingly under his gloved fingers.

You had bounded over to Fox in a moment, but hesitated to touch him. It was clear that he was overwhelmed, even behind the mask he was using to cover his emotions. You didn’t want to add more stimulation. When that thought had time to filter through your mind, you decided that Fox’s comfort was your goal.

Deliberately, you dropped your voice into the soothing register you used when Fox startled himself awake with a nightmare. “Fox, I’m going to take your helmet. Okay? I’ll put it in the usual place. Is that all right?”

As you spoke, you lifted the helmet minutely, scarcely enough to take the weight of it out of Fox’s control. There was a moment when you hesitated, watching Fox’s hands crank even tighter around the plastoid of his helmet. The squeaking of tension through the material made you clench your jaw, but just before you gave up and tried something else, Fox’s fingers loosened.

Catching the helmet was a challenge since it was already so close to the floor, but you managed. The ‘usual place’ was a set of shelves beside the door. You had bought the set from a friend just after you and Fox started seeing each other regularly. You had told him that you planned to use it for various things that you never got around to, but you had gotten it specifically to hold his helmet and armor so he wouldn’t have to pile everything on the floor.

Gently, you set the helmet on the top of the shelf. When you turned back to your lover, Fox was staring blankly ahead. He was trembling, his breathing fast. “Gloves and vambraces next, Fox. If you don’t feel up to helping, I can take care of it.”

Fox let you manipulate his hands and forearms as you stripped the armor and fabric away from them. After another trip to the shelf, you began working your way up his arms, then moved to his legs. Orchestrating him out of his boots was a challenge, but you managed to keep him standing all the while. By the time you reached his chestplate, Fox’s breathing had steadied and he helped you remove and store the heavy armor.

“I can take care of the rest, cyare,” Fox told you. “Thank you.”

“Are you sure?” you pressed, continuing even when he nodded. “I want to take care of you tonight, Fox.”

“I appreciate that, but I’ll be fine.”

You watched Fox for a moment, admiring the confident way his fingers moved, manipulating tiny buckles and fastenings to strip the rest of his armor off with maximum efficiency. Despite the not inconsiderate amount of your mind that was happily occupied in watching Fox move, part of you was far away.

Fox liked being in charge. That was something you had learned quickly in your relationship. At first, you had thought it was nothing more than a preference. Some people preferred to be in charge while others liked to shut off their mind for a while. And then there were people whose wants shifted depending on the situation, and ones who didn’t mind either way, really.

But then you had been with Fox long enough to recognize a pattern: his most dominating encounters happened when he had a bad day at work or had to escort an anti-clone Senator, or read reports about battles that had gone poorly for his brothers on the front lines. You weren’t a psychologist, but you had privately formed the opinion that Fox needed to be in charge in the bedroom because he spent so much of his life being profoundly not in charge. When every part of his life was dictated to him and he had no say in the matter, could it be any real shock that he had some issues around control?

This was different, you reasoned. You had no problem letting Fox boss you around in the bedroom - you even enjoyed it most days - but you weren’t trying to take charge today. You just wanted to take care of him.

“Please, Fox?” you asked, letting your tone be vulnerable and openly pleading. “You’ve obviously had a bad day. Just this once, let me be the one who takes care of you.”

Fox was busy stowing his armor on the shelf, but you could see the way his muscles stiffened. “What exactly does that mean?”

“Well…” you trailed, not having thought you would get this far. “First, I’d like to run you a bath.”

There was silence for a while, broken only by the sharp noises of plastoid plates connecting with each other and the shelves beneath them. When Fox finally did speak, his voice was so low that you struggled to hear him. “I need to shower. To get everything off of me.”

That said more about Fox’s mental state than he likely realized. The only time Fox chose a shower over a bath was when he had a physically demanding day and felt the need to wash off before he touched you. Stakeouts on the lower levels, apprehending criminals in rougher locales, handling the removal of children from abusive homes… all of them left Fox with a deep-seated need to get clean before he did anything more than walk through your door.

“I’ll get it started,” you told him, hurrying off to the refresher. On a whim, you broke off a section of a shower melt scented with a relaxing herb, tossing it in the corner to lightly perfume the air as the water heated up.

Fox walked into the refresher behind you. The door was left open behind him as he stripped off the top half of his body glove. Troopers weren’t shy and Fox especially wasn’t, which was just one of the myriad of reasons you were happy you lived alone.

By the time he stepped into the shower, Fox was fully nude and you were rushing to your bedroom to retrieve your biggest, softest towel and a pair of comfortable sleeping pants you knew Fox was fond of wearing around your apartment. When you had arranged everything on the counter, you tapped hesitantly on the tile next to the shower.

Fox gave a wordless grunt that you assumed translated to, ‘What do you need?’. You leaned a little closer and asked, “Can I join you?”

When Fox’s answer came, it was so quiet and broken that your heart ached. “Please.”

You removed your own clothing as quickly as you could, leaving it in a messy pile next to the neat one you had made for Fox. You stepped into the shower, carefully making noise as you did. The last thing you wanted to do was startle Fox when he was already struggling.

As soon as you were inside the small, steam-filled booth, Fox reached out to pull you in close. For a heartbeat, you thought he was going to kiss you, touch your breasts, or any one of the typical ways he touched you when you were both nude. Instead, he wrapped you in his arms, pulling you tight into his chest. Fox slumped until his head connected solidly with your shoulder. He didn’t move after that.

In stark contrast to him, you moved plenty. Your hands rubbed soothingly up and down his broad back while you gave him a gentle sway and hummed tunelessly under your breath. When you squeezed him in a soft hug and pressed a kiss to his hair, Fox took a deep, shuddering breath.

“Smells like you in here.”

“Well, I am in here,” you pointed out. “But I know what you mean. Is it okay? I can get rid of it if you don’t-”

“No,” he cut in, voice rough. “It’s nice. I feel… I feel like I can finally breathe again.”

That made you hold him a little tighter and Fox trembled, his body seeming as though it would collapse in on itself. “Let’s get you clean, okay?”

With Fox’s face still pressed into your shoulder, you couldn’t read his expression, but you felt him nod. Slowly, delicately, you lathered up your hands and began slowly stroking them over Fox’s skin. You covered everything from his neck down in a thick film of bubbles, lavishing each finger and toe in attention as well.

After he rinsed off in the warm spray, you dispensed some of your shampoo into your hand and massaged it into the curly, neatly trimmed strands of his hair. You applied a thin layer of your favorite face wash and directed him back under the showerhead.

Newly emerged from his sudsy cocoon, Fox blinked at you. “What now?”

“Do you feel clean?” you asked.

There was a flash of your mischievous Fox again as he tilted his head at you. “And what if I didn’t?”

You smiled. “We would move on to nail maintenance, skin scrubs, and face masks. Maybe a deep conditioning treatment for your hair. I do have far too many bottles in here, after all.”

For the first time since he had stepped through your door, Fox smiled. It was a complaint he had made many times over in the past. “I think I’m okay. Thank you.”

He reached out and shut off the water, leaving you dripping in a space that already felt too cool against your wet skin. You wrapped yourself in a towel before retrieving his, holding it open in front of you for him to step into. He dried himself off while you did the same.

When you were both dressed, you ran a comb through your hair before passing it to Fox so he could use it for his damp curls. He brushed his teeth, smoothed his hair, and gave you a short nod. You nodded back and led him into your bedroom. Unsurprisingly, he balked. “Cyare, I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can-”

“Shhh, Fox,” you soothed. “I want to give you a massage. Nothing else needs to happen. I won’t even make you do the massage if you don’t want to. If it’s too much-”

“Sweetheart, nothing sounds better than your soft hands right now,” Fox admitted. “But you’ve already done enough.”

“Disagree,” you countered, tugging him toward your bed. “You want this and I want to do it for you. So by agreeing, you’re doing the best thing for both of us. How could that ever be a bad choice?”

Fox grumbled, but you could see the way he was fighting back a smile. Your heart was light when he fixed you with a glower. “Fine, but don’t think I didn’t notice that twisted logic.”

“Twisted seems like a strange word for something so nice,” you mused, but grinned when Fox frowned at you. “Fine, twisted logic. You win. But it’s logic all the same, so please let me enjoy myself here. Lie on your stomach, please.”

When Fox hesitated, you wondered if you had ventured too close to issuing an order for his comfort. Instead, Fox cast an uncertain look your way. “Pants on or off?”

“Up to you.” Secretly, you had decided this would be the test. If Fox kept his sleep pants on, you wouldn’t try anything more than a massage. If he took them off, you would offer to give him a little extra. His reaction to being brought into your bedroom earlier made you wary, but you didn’t want him to deprive himself if he thought you were uncomfortable.

You had pointedly turned your back so you weren’t watching as Fox made his choice, but the sound of soft fabric hitting the floor of your bedroom made you smile. When you turned around once more, he was settling face-down on your bed. You rubbed a pump of your favorite lotion between your palms, warming it slightly. It didn’t have a strong enough fragrance that it would potentially bother him, though with the way he had relaxed in a shower that ‘smelled like you’, you had a suspicion he wouldn’t mind either way.

“I’m going to start with your shoulders,” you warned him, giving him a moment to prepare before you started working.

Fox had undeniably improved since he had first arrived at your apartment, but his muscles still held a thrumming tension that you worked to remove. By the time you had massaged his shoulders and each arm, you had found a rhythm: start with a heavy, grinding pressure on every muscle, then ease it back to a firm stroke before moving on to the next group of muscles.

When you reached his back, Fox let out half a groan before he smothered it against the blanket on your bed. You frowned at the back of his head, not liking that he was trying to hide his reaction. The fact that even the quickly stifled sound had left your core fluttering was beside the point.

“Hey, none of that,” you chided. “I want to hear you, handsome. Let it out. You’ll feel better. We’ll both feel better.”

To punctuate your order, you dug your knuckles deep into the muscle between his shoulder blades. It tightened automatically, but released as soon as you started kneading in gentle circles. Fox’s groan was so loud that he sounded hoarse with it. The sounds fell thick and fast from him after that as you continued across his back, over his beautifully round ass, and down each leg.

When you slowly made your way up once more, you planted a kiss in the middle of his spine. “Time to turn over, Fox.”

Fox made a sleepy little sound that made you smile. If he wasn’t interested in sex that night, you were fine with it. You were just glad he had let you be there to comfort him. You could always go take care of yourself in the refresher if necessary.

But when Fox reluctantly rolled onto his back, you saw immediately that there had been no reason to worry. His cock was hard, so hard that you wondered if it had been painful to lay on while you massaged his muscles. You paused a moment, then took his hand in yours and started massaging the fingers.

Fox stopped you, pulling your linked hands to his mouth so he could press a kiss to the side of your palm. “Mesh’la, thank you for the massage, but I think I’m going to die if you try to do the same thing on this side. Please, I need-”

“I know what you need, Fox,” you assured him. His silence was skeptical, but the moment your mouth closed over the head of his cock, he collapsed backward against your pillows with a groan of utter bliss.

You had never particularly enjoyed giving blowjobs to previous lovers. It had always seemed like an expectation. An unfair one, really, especially when the favor was so rarely returned. But with Fox? He expected nothing at all, and his shock upon receiving something was so adorable that you were tickled to do this for him.

Besides, there was something intoxicating about taking a strong, commanding force of nature and turning him into a puddle of satisfied goo using only your mouth.

When you had laved enough attention on the head of his cock, you made a game of taking more of his length into your mouth - pulling back to breathe and going a little further down each time. One hand was wrapped around his base, holding him steady for your mouth, but the other was free to wander. You rubbed gentle circles into his thighs, toyed with his balls, or reached up to tweak one of his nipples.

The combination proved to be lethal.

Fox leaned up, his abdomen bunching up above you as he stared down with a wild look in his eyes. It was tricky to look at him without pulling away from his cock, but you managed. “Mesh’la, I can’t- can’t hold on any- I’m gonna-”

You pulled off of him slowly, until your lips came away from his head with a wet pop of broken suction. “I want you to come, Fox. You don’t need to hold anything back.”

“But you haven’t-”

“No, I haven’t,” you interrupted. “But I’m good. Tonight is about taking care of you.”

“That isn’t-”

“Fox,” you said with a sigh. “Just let me do this, please? There’s plenty of time tomorrow for whatever else you want to do. Stone said they rearranged the schedule so you’re off. Now stop arguing or I’ll be forced to do something drastic.”

You winked at him so he would know your threat wasn’t intended seriously. It probably wouldn’t have been, but you weren’t in the mood to leave anything up to interpretation. Not after the week he had experienced. Fox nodded solemnly and settled back against the mattress, one muscular arm curled behind his head as he watched you swallow his cock down once more.

It took a stunningly short amount of time to bring him back to that edge, one of his hands cradling your jaw as you worked his length with your tongue. He broke entirely when you swallowed around him. As if that vision of what you planned to do in the near future was enough to send him over, he shattered.

The cum hitting the back of your throat made you gag, but you managed to swallow it rapidly enough that you could keep him in your mouth while he rode out his orgasm. What you could see of Fox hitting his peak was gorgeous, all strong muscles and skin shining with a slight sheen of sweat. His head tipped back, mouth open as he gasped and groaned your name, among other things.

When he finally fell slack beneath you, his hand dropping away from the place it had occupied on the back of your head, Fox gave a deep sigh. You sucked gently on his softening cock, letting it slip from your mouth as he peered at his face.

“Are you okay?”

You didn’t see Fox’s hand snaking its way toward you, so the sharp tug that toppled you onto the mattress was a shock, as was the steady pull that towed you closer until your back was pressed against his chest.

The warmth and safety you felt in his arms was incredible, and you shared a long moment soaking it all in. Fox’s thumb brushed in comforting little circles over your shoulder through the thin material of the lounge shirt you were wearing. At the same time, your fingers were stroking gentle lines on Fox’s arm. He was still fully naked and you were dressed in comfortable old clothing. Both of you were tangled in the sheets that lay bunched-up across your mattress. You made a strange couple, but something about it just felt… right.

After Fox’s heartbeat had slowed - returning to a normal, steady rhythm under your ear - his warm, roughened hand slid under the hem of your shirt. You glanced up at him as those fingers moved hesitantly down toward the waistband of your pants.

Fox quirked an eyebrow at you. “If you want, I could..?”

Your heart melted. Even on a day when it felt like the entire universe was working against him, Fox couldn't help but focus on you and your happiness. You were so gone for this man - being with him was like nothing you had ever experienced before.

Even as you watched, Fox's eyes half-closed. It could have been from satisfaction or weariness, but you were willing to bet that it was more the second than the first. He had a long day followed by an emotional catharsis. Sleep was coming for both of you.

You took gentle hold of his hand, lacing your fingers together with his as you brought them both to your mouth. After you had pressed a kiss to his palm - breathing in the scent of your own lotion on his skin - you tucked his hand against your chest.

"That's okay, Fox. I'm happy just being here with you."

Fox hummed, the sound buzzing against the side of your cheek. His arms tightened around you as he curled more firmly around your back. "Get your sleep, mesh’la. You’re gonna need it.”

“Yeah?” you asked, already smiling.

Fox pressed a kiss to your temple and settled more comfortably behind you. “Yeah. I have big plans for tomorrow morning. Don’t count on sleeping in.”

You sighed happily. If you were less comfortable, you might have thought about shivering in anticipation. Fox’s plans were always deliciously wicked and scratched every itch you had never realized or admitted that you had. But the contentedness permeating your entire being kept you planted exactly where you were. After all, you were in Fox’s arms, both of you safely ensconced in your bed.

There was no better place in the galaxy.

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Author's Note - I don't know why I always write Fox so soft. This was originally planned as a much harsher session, but this is where we ended up. Thanks for reading anyway!

I don't offer a taglist on explicit fics, but you can find other works on my masterlist here. I'll be back tomorrow with another Fanfic February work!

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multitrackdrifting · 8 months

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weird-writes · 1 year

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Five Runs: Run 5 - Home (The Mandalorian, E)

Title: Five Runs: Run 5 - Home

Series: Part three of Creed, a non-linear series about Din Djarin and his favorite... distraction.

Description: A series of drabbles all sharing one theme: you've decided to run away from your Mandalorian. On purpose. For his birthday. Listen, everyone's got their kinks, and his is bounty hunting (sort of. Mostly, it's you.)

Pairing: Din Djarin x Female Reader

The fifth time, it's a hot whisper against your ear in the dark: “When I said run, I didn’t mean stay in my bed.”

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, canon-typical violence, object insertion but probably not in the way you think, oral sex, manual sex, implied penetrative sex, brief mention of somnophilia, canon what canon, no betas we die like men [warnings are for all drabbles.]

Tropes: established relationship, the helmet comes off, hurt/comfort, fluff, adventure

Author's note: This one is for @mandoloriancookie, who was one of the first people to encourage me to keep going when I posted my first fanfic in 20+ years. Hope you like Din with his helmet off.

RUN 5: HOME

The fifth time, it's a hot whisper against your ear in the dark: “When I said run, I didn’t mean stay in my bed.”

"Oh come on, it’s not like you had any reason to come back and look. And I had a hell of week, what with all the weird rituals and your Mandalorians staring at me. I didn't feel much like exercise.”

"They're not my Mandalorians. And not that I mind, but circling back to the ship is cheating," Din says, but you can tell his heart's not in it. You'd had the good sense to be naked when he found you and it's already paying off, because his irritation is muted by the way he's kissing down your collarbone toward the swell of your breast. Then he pauses, hovering over your nipple. "Wait. How the hell did you get back in here without tripping the alarm?"

That had occurred to you too. You had your own ground protocol disarmament button on your comm link, but if you’d used it, or opened the gangway hatch to get back inside, the ship would have notified Din and he would have known exactly where you were. So you pursued... other means.

"Promise you won't be mad if I tell you," you say, only half-joking.

You can't see Din's reaction in the dim space of his rack but you can feel him bury his head between your tits, press his nose to your sternum, and groan. “No, I don't promise, and I know you're dying to tell me anyway."

You absolutely are. "You know that job you took three weeks ago, when you were planetside without me? I rewired the security system to ignore the maintenance cubby below the hyperdrive. The one right against the bulkhead."

"That wouldn't have gotten you in." He sounds dubious but you're not done.

"And then I spent the next few jobs figuring out how to make a really, really tiny grav bomb," you continue, and Din lets out another noise like a dying bantha. "And then after that, when we took that job on Ferrix, I salvaged an emergency airlock seal and cut it down to size. Obviously we're still space-worthy, I'm not totally insane. I'll do the real repair in Corellia, they have amazing parts markets."

"You maniac," Din says. "You are insane. You spent three weeks and a pile of credits just to win a contest that doesn't mean anything and you're going to have to spend another week and another pile of credits to fix it, and you lost anyway."

You bridle at that. "Okay, first of all, it was a very impressive test of my skills so respect where it's due, tinhead. Secondly, I would have won if you hadn't decided to bring the ship with you to Central, which, by the way, is also cheating. And third -- technically, you haven't found the new countdown timer yet," you finish, a little breathlessly. Din's resumed his warm attentions to your breasts while you talk. He makes a skeptical sound as he trails back up your chest and bites down on one earlobe, playing the flesh gently between teeth and tongue and making you shudder. You wonder if you'll ever be less sensitive to the feeling of his mouth on you. You doubt it.

"How much time is left?" Din asks, when he finally releases you. You've dissolved into his touch as you usually do, pliant and willing underneath him, and it takes you a second to recall yourself enough to answer.

"Well, I'm not exactly wearing a chrono, but probably.... about five minutes?"

"Plenty of time for me to still win." You scoff at his confidence, but Din's response is to pin your hip down with one big hand while he slides down your body and nudges your legs apart with the other. He pushes a callused finger into your wet heat and you ache at the intrusion, canting your hips up to ask for more. He obligingly hooks another finger into you, earning a moan, and then you hear a muffled, triumphant noise as Din finds what he's looking for and tugs. The sensation of the biocoat prophylactic sliding out of you, its blinking electronic burden still safe inside, is extremely odd, even more so than inserting it was. You can feel yourself flushing with belated embarrassment, heat rising up your neck to color your cheeks. You still can't make out his expression but Din lifts his head from between your thighs and you just know his eyebrows are incredulous.

"You maniac," he says again, simultaneously laughing and appalled. "Maker, I remember when you were shy. Did you really think that wouldn't be the first place I'd look? I know you, mesh'la, and that includes your sense of humor. And even if I didn't, you know I can't keep my hands off you."

"Your fingers out of me, more like," you say, but you hope he can hear your grin even if you are blushing. "Maybe I wanted to lose. Maybe I thought you needed a win after I beat you so bad last time."

"Yeah, by getting arrested," he grumbles, but he sets the tiny round button aside, still wrapped, and dips his head to lick a long hot stripe up you instead. Then he does it again, and again, and you arch into the pleasure, countdown forgotten, begging for more of the touch that is finally permitted between you. For more of what he always awakens in you.

"Din-- fuck, Din -- right there, yes, please..."

He gives you a few more firm strokes, then trades tongue for fingers, lightly circling your clit, and presses a kiss to your inner thigh. "As the winner, shouldn't I be deciding the terms? We're supposed to be in the air and on the way to Corellia in…” He checks the timer. “Now.”

You whine. He's well within the rights of your game to pull away and make you wait as long as it pleases him, but the bed is so comfortable and he feels so good against you. You weren’t kidding about your week; all you want is your own Mando to yourself for a while. "Another five minutes-- it’s your birthday,” you plead.

He laughs into the soft flesh of your belly, his fingers never stopping their teasing. "I told you years ago. I don't know my birthday."

"Ugh, you're no fun. What kind of birthday is 'sometime during the rainy cycle on Aq Vetina' anyway?" Your complaint is familiar by now. "You let me pick a date on the standard calendar, and I picked today. So it's your birthday."

"If it's my birthday and I won the hunt, why does it feel like you're bossing me around?" You can feel Din's smile as he drags his mouth to the juncture of your thighs and spreads you open. You moan as his tongue dips just inside you, but he's continuing the conversation like nothing happened, speaking directly to your core. "Besides, who cares about birthdays when now I can do this anytime I want." His voice has taken on that rich, dark tone you've only ever heard him use with you. "I'm going to taste my riduur while she sleeps, eat her while she works, bend you over the console and fuck you with my--"

Din's list is cut short as you grab his shoulders, hauling him up your body to tangle your mouths together, the kiss as new and ecstatic as you feel. By the time you stop to breathe again, you're both panting, and you can feel the hard length of him pressing against your hip. You want him more than you ever imagined possible.

"Another five minutes," you say again, and bury your fingers in his hair to pull him closer.

FIN

run 1 | run 2 | run 3 | run 4 | series masterlist

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian x you #din djarin #din djarin x female reader #reader insert #pedro pascal #din djarin x you #star wars

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westanthewaterman · 2 years

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To the Warp Core and Back - Engineer!Mark x GN!Captain 1/2

Rating: SFW

Word count: 1400+

Warnings: blood mention

AO3 One (you’re here) Two

Mark shoots up in bed, a hand clutching his chest. Tired eyes flick across the room as he takes deep, steadying breaths. He’s in his room on the Invincible II. They fixed the paradox. He’s safe. The colonists are safe. The Captain is safe.

The Captain.

Images of the Captain falling to the ground, reaching out for him weakly after he’d hit them in the Warp Core flash in his mind and guilt settles heavily in his gut. It’s been a month since their adventure into the multiverse and the nightmares won’t stop. The longer time goes on, the less he remembers of his universe hopping, details becoming fuzzy and unclear, but their altercation in the Warp Core is burned into his memory. How could he ever forget hurting his best friend, his Captain, the love of…

Mark shakes his head. He knows he has no right to think of the Captain that way after what he’d done. If there was even a chance they’d felt the same way about him before, it was gone now. Who could love a monster like him that was responsible for so much death and destruction?

With a heavy sigh, he climbs out of bed and begins to pace around the room. There was no way he was going to get back to sleep now, not with the way his thoughts were racing. He could take a walk around the ship, but that might mean running into some of the ship’s night crew and he didn’t feel like talking to anyone. He wishes he could take a shuttle down to the surface of their new home, aching to feel real, true solid ground beneath his feet, but he and the Captain aren’t set to go planetside for another few weeks until things are prepped for the awakening of the colonists.

The Captain had made it clear they weren’t waking the colonists until every single preparation had been finished, every list triple checked. They were thorough, cautious, and he couldn’t blame them after some of the universes they’d been in. There were no do-overs this time.

The Captain.

His mind kept circling back to them. Their quarters were right across the room from his, maybe they were awake. They had told him he was welcome anytime after hours.

Before he can talk himself out of it, Mark climbs out of bed and heads out into the hallway. The Captain’s door is right across from his and he presses the small button beside the scanner to ping them.

He waits. After a few minutes, there’s still no response. Mark starts to second guess himself. The Captain is a busy person who needs rest, why is he bothering them in the middle of the night because of a silly nightmare?

Mark turns around, ready to go back to his room when the Captain’s door slides open.

“Mark?”

The Captain’s voice is quiet, grumbly from just waking up. He’d feel guilty about waking them up if their morning voice wasn’t so attractive. Normally, the Captain is a stickler for uniform, wearing the full Captain’s gear, including the heavy, leather jacket, which Mark thinks makes them look rather dashing, but since it’s after hours, they’re dressed down in a simple t-shirt and sweatpants. Mark can’t help but think how handsome and/or beautiful they look, even now with their hair disheveled and dark circles under their eyes.

“C-Captain, I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to wake you.”

They wave him off. “I told you my door is always open and I meant it. Now, are you alright? What has you up so late?”

“It’s nothing, really.”

“Mark,” they say gently, but sternly.

The Captain voice. Mark knows it well. His eyes drop to the floor and he rubs the back of his neck.

“I’ve been having nightmares.”

The Captain nods with a knowing look. They reach out with a gentle hand and pull him inside.

“Captain, I don’t want to intrude, I know you value your privacy.”

“I wouldn’t let you in if I didn’t want you here. And stop calling me that. It’s after hours, you can use my name.”

“O-Okay.”

The door slides shut behind them and Mark looks around. He’s never been in the Captain’s quarters before. It’s modestly decorated. They were only allowed to bring a few personal belongings with them in order to save space, so there isn’t much beyond the standard-issue furnishings, but somehow it still feels very comfortable.

The Captain sits down on the edge of the bed, patting the space next to them.

“Come sit with me.”

A light blush spreads across his face and Mark prays they can’t see it in the room's dim lighting as he sits down beside them, his shoulder bumping theirs.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Their voice is gentle, curious but not pressing.

“I…I just keep thinking about that final moment in the Warp Core. I was so angry, so lost, I let it cloud my judgment.”

“Mark, the things we’ve seen, the things we’ve been through, no one would come out of that unscathed. You were doing what you thought was right, I don’t fault you for that.”

“But I hurt you. What if…what if I had taken it too far? What if I had killed you?”

“You would never do that, Mark.”

“Maybe not in this universe, but there were universes where I would’ve.”

“I don’t care what the Mark in other universes would do. I care about what my Mark would do.”

My Mark.

The way they say it sends butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

“Your Mark?”

The Captain seems to realize what they’ve said, eyes growing wide.

“I-I mean…my Mark like-like my universe’s Mark, not…not like that.”

He laughs; he’s never seen the Captain so flustered before, usually, they are the paradigm of calm and collected. It’s cute.

“I know what you meant, Cap.”

They both fall silent, looking at anything but each other. Eventually, Mark clears his throat, drawing their attention.

“Do you have nightmares about it?”

They nod. “Every night, I imagine it’s the same for you. Burt sent me some audiobooks to try and help me sleep.”

“And have they?”

“No, but I’m learning a lot about poetry.”

The Captain laughs to try and lighten the mood, but it’s forced, tired. Mark notices they’re rubbing the palm of their left hand, fingers tracing over the scar there. He’d done that when he ripped the warp crystal from their palm. Mark hadn’t known it was embedded in their hand, the thought hadn’t even occurred to him until he was holding the crystal and their blood was dripping onto the floor.

At the time, he’d only felt guilty about it for a moment before his rage had returned with a vengeance, blinding him to the reality of the situation. Silently, he had hoped when the universe reset for the last time that their hand would’ve healed up without a scar, but it seems the universe wanted to leave a lasting reminder of what he’d done to them.

“Mark.”

The Captain’s voice pulls him from his thoughts and he looks up at them. They smile gently, taking one of his hands and pressing his fingers to the scar.

“It’s okay,” they say, “it doesn’t hurt.”

“I did that to you.”

“Don’t. Don’t do that to yourself.”

“How can you stand to be around me after what I did? You should hate me.”

“I could never hate you, Mark. Ever.”

They reach out and cup the side of his face, their thumb tracing over his cheek. There’s a fond smile on their face and they give him a look that makes his heart do backflips. He could get lost in those eyes. Mark speaks their name softly, afraid to break whatever spell has been cast over both of them.

Slowly, the Captain leans in, giving him time to pull away. When he doesn’t, they press their lips against his. It’s a chaste kiss, gentle and slow. It feels like home. They feel like home.

Eventually, the Captain pulls away so they can both catch their breath. They rest their forehead against his, searching his brown eyes.

“I love you.”

His breath catches and he looks at them with wide eyes.

“Do you mean that?”

They nod.

Mark smiles. “I love you too, to the Warp Core and back.”

The Captain laughs. “That is so cheesy.”

“It’s true!”

They intertwine their hands together and rest their head on Mark’s shoulder.

“What now,” he asks.

“We keep moving forward.”

“Together?”

“Together, always.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, to the Warp Core and back.”

#sfw #west writes #engineer egghead #engineer!markxgn!captain #engineer!mark x captain #engineer!mark x reader #iswm #in space with markiplier #to the warp core and back

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leam1983 · 8 months

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Starfield - Impressions

Once you rip off the "No Man's Sky does it better" Band-Aid, you're left with something that's competently assembled at the barest possible level, that still packs an appreciable amount of Bethesda jank and that seriously hearkens back to BioWare's Mass Effect series, in reducing outer space to a cumbersome menu system.

Still, they've picked some good elements to steal, starting with NMS' organic focus on discovery. Planetside maps aren't gigantic, but having five or six markers with several hundred meters in-between each of them makes for an appreciable bit of real-estate. Each generated or tailored map feels like it's about the size of one of Skyrim's bespoke biomes, although you'll quickly pick up on the proc-gen aspects of it all. The same bases get repeated, the same clusters of rocks, debris and resource nodes are spaced apart with just enough randomness to break the illusion of a repeating pattern - it basically feels like No Man's Sky pared itself down and put on its best dess.

The plot has a middling start and seems a little too eager to shuttle you off into the vastness of space. Five minutes into your stint as a space miner, and you're off to bigger and better things, with a super cereal express for sure order to head to New Atlantis straightaway.

As is typical of a Bethsoft game, you can disregard this entirely and get yourself over-levelled for your meeting with Constellation's weirdly financially independent luminaries. The setup doesn't make much sense, as if Alan Quartermain could just kick your door down and issue you the Call to Adventure because you happened to find a weird nickel in your dryer's lint trap. It feels like they tried to respond to criticisms involving overly-involved intros and wanted to make sure you'd effectively be boots-on-the-ground within fifteen minutes.

Otherwise, I don't get the uproar about Alanah Pearce's findings in regards to outer space. GameBryo Creation Engine delineates and pens down player spaces by default; it really isn't surprising that space would actually be its own connection of cells linked by a menu system. It also isn't surprising that planets are basically 2D art assets and nothing more. To truly deliver on Starfield's promise, Bethsoft would have to abandon their roots, rethink their entire engine pipeline and pivot to something like UE5. I doubt that's in the cards, honestly.

As for the issue of pronouns... If anyone's biggest concern in life is the absolute fucking certainty that they receive their appropriate particulate in all facets of life, then they're not fit for public spaces to begin with. Tell me to call you Mx. and I'll call you Mx. Tell me to call you Galactic Space Waffle and I'll do exactly that. It's basic fucking respect. Getting to choose pronouns and body types really isn't an issue for me.

As for everything else, there's already a shit-ton of mods on offer.

#not a review #starfield #impressions

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l-1-z-a · 1 year

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Sims 2: Nightlife Interview

POSTED: APR 7, 2005 1:27 AM

Rod Humble and Tim LeTourneau give us the scoop.

Although there is a vocal group of gamers who turn their noses at the idea of yet another Sims expansion pack, there's no denying that this is popular stuff. And as we learned below, the Sims appeal is even more broad than you might expect. Don't be surprised if your neighbor or roommate, who was just poo-pooing The Sims the day before, sneaks home with a copy. In light of the recent announcement of Nightlife we were able to sit down with Rod Humble, new to Maxis but not to gaming, and Tim LeTourneau, who's working on Nightlife and also did Hot Date for the original The Sims. So read on for the scoop, with a topping of hot nuggets.

IGNPC: So, tell me about yourself. What were you doing before you went over to Maxis?

Rod Humble: Well, before here, I was running Studio One, Sony Online, which is the EverQuest studio, which did EverQuest Online Adventures, EverQuest II, and we incorporated PlanetSide towards the tail-end, as well.

IGNPC: And how long had you been over there?

Rod Humble: I was there for--let me see--five years. And before then, I was at Virgin, where I made Subspace. And before that at Game Tech, where I worked on lots of Wheel of Fortune games.

IGNPC: So what made you decide to go over to Maxis? Besides a fat paycheck or something like that.

Rod Humble: [Laughs] Actually--I figured out that about half of my career, ever since Subspace, working exclusively on online games…I wanted to get back to games that were more about a single-user experience.

IGNPC: What was your reasoning behind that?

Just in terms of spreading creative wings, and not wanting to lose touch with--without sounding too wanky--the full repertoire of creative thought processes. You know, there's a big difference between making a game for one person on the other side of the keyboard who maybe wants to play and have fun for twenty minutes, versus an online world where you have to support the population of a city, constantly. And, you know, nothing wrong with that sort of game--I'm really glad to see Sony still doing really, really well, I love those guys…For me, it was just a chance to do something different.

IGNPC: But it was an amicable departure?

Rod Humble: Oh, gosh yes.

IGNPC: So, what attracted you to the Sims 2 franchise in particular?

Rod Humble: To me, it's because it's such an exciting user creativity tool. I think one of the exceptional things about the Sims product it's a game where you play 50% of it in your head, and 50% of it on the monitor, so you can tell your own stories. I find that to be a really interesting vein that we can explore. So, for example, the Sims I'm playing at the moment: A secret agent has come to spy on the servant, who lives in a shack at the end of town, and he joined the police department to get an inside track to work his way up inside the organization to spy on them. And in my head, I have a secret radio in the bookshelf.

Then he meets a girl at the police department who's in the SWAT team, marries her, falls in love, and wants to do paintings of her, and maybe is changing his mind--that's really not the sort of gameplay you get in other products. Some of it, of course, is not part of the game--that's stuff that's going on in my head. What I'd like to do is, going ahead, for each expansion pack to have extra signposts and stakes in the ground that allow users to have more of those stories going on in their heads, and encourage it.

IGNPC: That's one of the things I noticed about Sims 2, when Dan [Adams] did that series on the family--he created the IGN editors as a family--and he was just able to go off, explaining all these things that were going on. It was absolutely hilarious.

Rod Humble: And 90% of it, like I say, is just the user telling stories, but that's kind of the point.

IGNPC: The situations create themselves, and you just write about them. So what part of the franchise in particular are you working on right now?

Rod Humble: I'm coming up to speed, and I'm enjoying working with the team and Tim [LeTourneau], focused on Nightlife, and, going forward, working on what kind of experiences we're going to be able to bring to our customers.

IGNPC: And what can you tell us about Nightlife right now?

Rod Humble: Well, we just announced it last week. So, we're doing the usual routine of telling you the stuff we know for sure we're going to be able to build, and then later on, our "surprise features" will be things we can actually get done on time.

IGNPC: What can you tell us about the game right now?

Rod Humble: Well, it's an attempt to enhance and deepen the community lots from the original Sims 2 products. There are things to do outside your home, and the ability to create new stories out there--going to nightclubs, and casinos, and going out and meeting people. First of all, you'll be able to make new friends, and start off new relationships and stories. And secondly, obviously, you can date and find more compatible mates out there for your Sims and see how that affects your home life.

IGNPC: So it's more about filling a niche that you felt was missing from the original Sims 2?

Rod Humble: Right. There really isn't a good place to meet friends currently. Sims 2 University did that for the younger-age Sims, but when you get past that level… There are places to go and socialize, and community lots right now tend to be where you go to shop, so in Nightlife, these locations are going to be about socialization and meeting people.

IGNPC: So, would it be fair to call Nightlife the Sims 2 version of Hot Date?

Rod Humble: I think it's fair, I think there are going to be people who are going to say that, so we may as well embrace it. But I hope that, as with University, we can add a whole bunch of new, deeper gameplay experiences, where people will say, "Hey, they really were a bit more bold with that." Actually, Tim, go ahead and say--I've got Tim right here, over my shoulder…

Tim LeTourneau: So, the other thing I was going to say is that one of the things that we've added… Specifically, because we don't want--You draw comparisons to Hot Date, and as the producer of Hot Date, I can't complain too much about drawing comparisons, because it actually was one of the very most successful expansion packs. One of the things we did is…We want this to be a Sims 2 experience, so we've added a new Aspiration to the game that's going to be part of Nightlife, which is the Pleasure Seeker. And it ties into a lot of the gameplay that we're adding and a part of Nightlife. It's about the Sims going out, it's about the Sims seeking fun, having fun. And the wants and fears that that [Pleasure Seeker] Sim is going to have are really going to relate to that idea of seeking pleasure in life.

So, obviously, there's a lot of comparison to Hot Date, because it's about dating and going out, but it's not solely about that. It really is… For every expansion pack, you want to do something that adds gameplay and really brings people back into it, reinvigorates that gameplay, and allows them to tell stories. And Nightlife is really about telling a community story: getting them out, having them interacting with people from throughout the neighborhood, and then, with these others veins, like the Pleasure Seeker Aspiration added to it.

IGNPC: So if somebody wanted to buy the expansion pack just to get things like new furniture, new objects, maybe new jobs, would they be satisfied with Nightlife, or is this oriented toward this new model you described?

Tim LeTourneau: I would say that it's always our goal, as we design expansion packs, to support all the different play styles that our players have. And we recognize that there are some players, that the only reason they're going to buy the expansion pack is to get the new objects to decorate their houses. So it's absolutely incumbent upon us as designers and game makers to support that style of gameplay. There are going to be people who just want to see what new building tools there are to allow them to build different or more dynamic houses. So as we design expansion packs, we always have to think of all of those different play styles.

Rod Humble: It's really interesting--As part of my "coming up to speed" process with the franchise, I was taken aback at just how broad the player base is--from hardcore gamers to young people at home who just want to do social experimentation--and the different constituencies, the amount of thought this team puts in to serving each constituency, is pretty impressive. As you said, there are a whole bunch of people who will regard [Sims] expansion packs as, "Well, I only buy them for the objects." And they will get objects. There's also an equally large group who will only buy it for the gameplay, and an equally large group who buy it for meeting new Sims, or new locations. And I just found it interesting that it was that broad. I haven't experienced a product like that before.

Tim LeTourneau: Yeah, I would say that… One of the things that you have to think about when you think about [developing] The Sims is that it's our job to add depth, even though some players may never experience it. And the best example I can give of that is Create-A-Sim in Sims 2. It's an incredibly deep tool. And I could, as a player, spend ten hours using it to create a Sim. At the same time, I can push a button and say "Random," and just take the Sim that it makes, and be out of Create-A-Sim in ten seconds. So for us, we always have to invest that effort in ensuring that every area of the game is that deep, even with the recognition that some people will never use that particular feature.

IGNPC: One other question I wanted to ask you--Is this going to be on a CD or a DVD? I've noticed that you guys are starting to gravitate more towards DVDs.

Rod Humble: That's a really good question.

Tim LeTourneau: With University--University is on two CDs. We didn't do it as a DVD release. It's mostly just a space thing. It depends on how much space it's going to take. The CDs are still, right now, for us, the preferred method of delivery, because it means that everybody can use it. There's still a lot of people out there who don't have DVD drives. But any premium releases, I think you're going to see them come out on both CD and DVD. And I would say, over the course of the next year to two years, you're going to see everything come out exclusively as DVD.

Rod Humble: What's your feedback been like, with games? My hunch is that, for software now, the split is about 70% that want DVDs and 30% don't--would you say that's true?

IGNPC: Yeah, I would say between 65 and 75 percent.

Rod Humble: Because it's all I want, I agree. But there's a lot of machines out there that don't have DVD drives.

Tim LeTourneau: Well, I would also say that, with The Sims, the thing that we have, is that we have a much broader demographic than a lot of the games that are coming out. Not only do we have a broader demographic, a lot of that demographic is not terribly computer-savvy. You know, they bought their system at Costco or Best Buy, and they just bought it and stuck it on a desk, and they don't really even know what their equipment is. So, what you don't want the user experience to be is that they buy something and not be able to use it. We had that with Sims 2, where there were a lot of people who bought the DVD version, got it home, and couldn't use it in their system, because they thought that it just meant it had a DVD that went on their DVD players.

IGNPC: I noticed that on the new boxes, EA is printing, in very bold letters, "DVD" and "CD."

Tim LeTourneau: And that partially came from The Sims 2, of us going back and going, "Wow, our users are not as educated we even thought that they were, as to what they have on their desktop." Along that line, I suspect that in a year's time, it won't be an issue. But it's still somewhat experimental.

IGNPC: The sooner the better, I think.

Rod Humble: I'm with you.

Tim LeTourneau: The problem is that you still have to fill up that DVD with content.

IGNPC: So have you guys slated a release date? Is this going to be a Fall thing?

Barbara Gamlen (EA PR): It's Fall, yeah--we don't have a firm release date yet.

#sims 2 #ts2 #sims2 #the sims 2 #nightlife ep #the sims 2 nightlife #ts2 nightlife #nightlife #interview #ign #Tim LeTourneau #Rod Humble #Barbara Gamlen

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