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pineapplepunchhh · 4 months

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“Too Young.”

Kylo Ren x Reader

In this story when appointed Supreme Leader, Kylo is in his early 30's. There is no use of y/n, readers name just isn’t mentioned, use of biologically female anatomical features.

Warnings: age gap (10yrs?) possesive and obsessive Kylo, half smut, toxic maybe?

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Being so young you felt like you always had to prove yourself, if somebody assigned you a task you would complete it a hundred times better than what was originally asked of you. But even with your outstanding efforts on the Finalizer, you were still looked down upon by your superiors. Yes your endeavors were excellent and nobody could complain about the work that you delivered but even then people would still call you, too young.

It hurt the first few times... oh but who were you kidding? It hurt every single time that it slipped from someones tongue, especially his. Kylo Ren, the recently appointed new Supreme Leader of the First Order. He was captivating, with and without helmet, you had only seen his face about two times in your years of working on the Finalizer but the image could never leave your mind, he was absolutely spellbinding. His beauty went beyond what you had expected, piercing brown eyes, dark hair that fell almost too perfectly around his face, a scar starting under his eye and disappearing into his clothes, a beautifully pale complexion and that nose, that might have been your favorite part of him, his big and prominent nose. His charm, however, was not limited to his face for you, he was huge, he was tall and everything seemed to be in proportion, his hands were huge, his arms were huge, his legs, anything and everything. He always towered right over you, when he was behind you he acted almost like a wall. He had never explicitly said it but whenever your mind wandered from a task to just how big his hands or gorgeous his eyes were, you could hear a voice in your head, a small whisper that you swore sounded just like him, ''You're too young.'' It said, rejecting your thoughts about your Supreme Leader.

But despite these comments entering your mind whenever your thoughts drove off to him, you were unsure of how genuine they were, whenever you were off to handle tasks you could always feel a presence lurking right behind you, and when you turned your head you could find him, standing in the same hallway, observing you but quickly walking away when you caught his stare. What you did not know is that you were right, the voice in your head was his, reminding you that you were too young, too young for him, It was not as much for you as it was for him. He could not get you off his mind, he tried day and night to stop thinking about you, your beauty was even more captivating to him as his was to you, but you were simply too young, you had only recently turned twenty two years old and he was well in his mid-thirties, he in no way wanted to corrupt your still innocent and free soul with his corrupt and troubled one, if anything he wanted to preserve what you had, you could not belong to him, he could not do that to you, but you could not belong to anybody else either.

For this reason whenever you would interact with any man on the ship, they would suddenly need to report to the Supreme Leader or he would suddenly appear behind you two, telling you both you need to get back to your tasks. You had begun talking to one of the First Order officers you later learned was named Lin. Lin was a kind man that often helped with your tasks even though you insisted you could perform them fine on your own, which was true, and he knew that, nonetheless he just wanted an excuse to spend his time with and around you. Kylo noticed this, and he did not like it, at all, no matter how much he called Lin to him, told you to go back to work or intervened in any way, he always came back. Kylo could not stand it, Lin might not have been a bad influence per se but Kylo could not risk it, he had to preserve your pristineness, your innocence, and to do that, he had step up his game. Kylo called Lin into the conference room and it did not take long for him to enter. ''Supreme Leader, sir, I am here, what do you need me for?'' Lin was panting as he walked up to Kylo, beads of sweat running down his face indicating he ran there as soon as Kylo called him. ''Hello, Lin,'' Kylo started talking, his voice distorted by his helmet, ''I have called you here because we need to have a talk.'' He stated, turning his body to Lin and stepping closer to him, Lin could feel Kylo's eyes piercing through his skull even with the helmet on. ''W-Well, what do we need to talk about, Supreme Leader?'' Lin was afraid, he knew what Kylo was capable of, he was a man with no mercy for anybody he deemed his enemy. ''I can sense your fear,'' snickered Kylo. ''You are weak Lin, I hope you are aware of that, but that is not the point, what I want to talk to you about is the girl.'' Lin raised his eyebrows in confusion. ''Do you mean-'' He started before being interrupted by Kylo. ''Yes, her, you are going to stop talking to her, you understand?'' Kylo stated, Lin's confusion rose. ''But Supreme Leader, sir, why?'' He questioned Kylo, Kylo stepped towards him, minimizing the distance between them every step he took and Lin did not dare step back, Kylo took one of his gloved hands and roughly grabbed Lin's face so hard he almost broke his jaw. ''Because I say so, and what I say, goes, you understand?'' Lin sputtered as tears formed in the corners of his eyes, he tried nodding but Kylo's tight grip would not let him. ''Yes s-sir.'' Lin barely got the words out but when they left his lips Kylo let go of him, ''now scram, you fool.'' Lin had already ran before Kylo could complete his sentence.

The following day when you were up to some of your daily tasks you passed by Lin in one of the halls, you waved your hand at him and were about to walk up to him to strike up a conversation, but as soon as he saw you, his eyes widened and he quickly walked off. You felt as if he was avoiding you, but you could not understand why, until you took a look behind you to find your Supreme Leader standing in the dark, watching you. He had been up to something and you knew it. You wanted nothing but to confirm your suspicions, but what were you going to do? You could not possibly risk offending Kylo, you would lose everything you had worked oh so hard for to build up these past few years, however your curiousity was eating you alive and you simply could not take it anymore. It was the late afternoon when you stormed into the conference room you knew Kylo Ren would be at, and luckily for you he was there alone. ''Ah hello, what a surprise to see you here!'' Kylo exclaimed when he saw you enter through the big, steel doors. ''What is it you come to me fo-'' you cut Kylo off before he can finish his sentence, your eyes trying their best to pierce through his helmet as you stand maybe... a little too close to him. ''What have you been up to?'' You question him, trying to contain your anger. ''What are you talking about?'' Kylo countered your question with his own, stepping closer to further limit the distance between you two. As his body comes closer to yours you almost forget what you came to him for in the first place, your fiery eyes go from his helmet to his chest, arms, hands, you take in his body, the size, the greatness, then you hear a low chuckle coming from Kylo's helmet. Your eyes shoot back up at him, ''I am talking about Lin, and basically any other man that I have ever come in contact with, they all suddenly get called away or distracted by something and you are always around when that happens, and Lin, we talked every single day and suddenly one day he starts avoiding me like the plague!'' You exclaimed in a tone you maybe should not have used, you realized your words and your throat felt closed up, you heartbeat increased rapidly and you hoped you were not visibly sweating. ''What exactly are you accusing me of.'' He lowered his head to to yours, the glass in the helmet showing you your own nervous and trembling reflection. ''N-nothing sir, I-I am sorry, sir..'' Your voice was shaking and you swore he just chuckled again, you could slightly make out the shape of his eyes behind the glass of his helmet. He stepped away from you raising his head back up. ''You are not wrong, you know? Maybe I scared some of them off a little.'' He shrugged, his back was turned to you as he walked to the other side of the room, you quickly followed. ''Wait what? excuse me sir but why would you do that?'' he came to a sudden halt and you almost crashed into his back, he spun back around. ''Because they were not worthy.'' You felt, flattered? Somehow? But angry at the same time, you were angry at him for turning away your chances at any type of relationship with anybody on the ship, but you were also flattered that Kylo Ren, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, was this invested in you, that he cared about you this much. ''Then who is worthy?'' You asked him, he sighed all he wanted to tell you was that it was him, he was worthy, he wanted you, he wanted to tell you he heard all your thoughts about him, every single one and that all he wanted to do was fulfill them, but you were just... too young. ''Sir?'' You placed your hand on his arm and he quickly shook his arm to get your hand off. ''No, do not touch me.'' He shook his head taking a step back from you. ''But why, sir?'' The way the word 'sir' rolled so smoothly off your tongue drove him crazy, he wanted nothing more than to have you, to kiss you, to touch you. ''I know how you have been thinking about me, your thoughts, they are so loud, so loud, but I am sorry, I cannot answer to them, you are too young.''

It stung, like a knife to the heart it stung, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, the man you had been lusting over for so long, he confirmed it, you were too young, but you were determined, now that you knew how he thought about you, you needed it, you needed him. ''I know im young, sir, but my mind is well beyond my years.'' You tried to persuade him, he turned his back to you and right when you thought you were being rejected, you heard a low hissing sound, his hand went up to his head, they grabbed his helmet and slowly raised it from his head. You saw his dark hair falling out from the helmet he then placed next to him on the conference table. He slowly turned around and you were met with his dark brown eyes, those piercing eyes, they looked down at you as he stepped closer, It was like you remembered, the eyes, the hair, the nose, the lips and the long scar, all you could think about was where it ended. A low chuckle emitted from his full, plush lips ''Your thoughts are so loud.'' He stepped closer to you, his gloved hand reached up to your face, caressing you cheek with the rough leather. ''But I cannot, I cannot corrupt your pure soul.'' You placed your hand on top of his, feeling just how big it was. ''You could not corrupt me even if you tried.'' You smirked at him, your confidence was radiating, you had this opportunity now and there was no way you were going to let it slip. Kylo's eyes went wide, he was shocked at your sudden confident attitude, his lips formed into a smirk and he grabbed your face with the hand resting on your cheek, he pulled your face towards his own and without a second thought he crashed his lips onto yours, you were soon to kiss him back and before you knew it you were half-sitting half-laying down on the conference room's table with Kylo between your legs hungrily kissing your lips.

''Your thoughts, your desires, your fantasies.'' He said inbetween kisses. ''I want to fulfill them all.'' He bit at your lip before moving his kisses down to your jawline and from your jawline to your neck, biting, sucking, licking, doing whatever he pleased. 'He continued speaking dirty words and sweet praise inbetween licks and bites, the only noises coming from you being whimpers and moans. ''You sound.. so sweet.'' He commented before pulling away from your neck causing you to whimper, he grabbed the bottom of your shirt lifting it up over your head, he stuck out a hand and an invisible pair of hands unclasped and removed your bra, an interesting use of the force for sure. H e took in the image of your naked boobs, still trying to process that this was really happening. He slowly extended his hand to one of your boobs, massaging it, looking up at you for any confirmation, you gave him a nod and he attached his lips to your nipple, sucking and licking at whilst massaging the other one, you tried to keep quiet not knowing if the room was any form of soundproof. Kylo pulled away from your nipple and was on his way to your pants before a swift sound came from behind you, you turned your head and saw the big doors had opened and General Hux stood in the doorway, he quickly turned to look away and you picked up your clothes and got dressed almost in an instant. Kylo did not seem to be affected by the situation at all simply stating ''we will continue our meeting later, I think General Hux needs me.'' He looked down at you giving you a wink, your cheeks heated up and you quickly scurried off past General Hux desperately trying to avoid eyecontact.

You could not wait for later.

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skyebounded · 11 months

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What’s Right, is Wrong.

.Masterlist. .Starwars Masterlist.

premise: You wanted it all, and now you are realising that it might not be possible, and you need to tell Anakin.

pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader

warnings: angst, smut, p in v, fingering? overstimulation, semi-public smut, sexual themes, etc. I don’t know at this point.

wc: 4.3K

a/n: I read over it like once, so there is that. Also, this is my first time writing for him so if it’s not good, apologies.

It was a mistake, falling for him. You had dedicated your life to the order, years of training and devotion all so that you could help bring balance, and all they asked of you was to remain free of any personal attachments, and you failed. You knew the moment you had met Anakin, with his charm and , that it would always prove difficult to keep to the laws bestowed upon you.

You had spent years with him, growing, learning, training, and after all that time, he wore you down. Leading you to wonder constantly what the things that were so blatantly forbidden to you, would be like, and eventually, you broke as did he, Unable to keep yourself from wanting him, needing him. In the worst possible ways he consumed you, made you weaker than ever before. You couldn’t go on like this, you just couldn’t.

You had no idea what Senator Amidala was saying to you, despite its importance, you had checked out, your mind distant, stuck with the tall handsome Jedi that owned your mind, body, and soul. She hadn’t seemed to notice, and perhaps it was because you found the room to occasionally nod and make other gestures that you were taking in everything that she was saying, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. It was a blessing that she hadn’t sought any responses from you, before she had left, leaving you alone with your thoughts and some surrounding padawans.

If you closed your eyes now you could still feel his fingers, feather-light on your naked skin, body pressed against yours, sweat riddled and tired, but unrelenting, his arms wrapped around you in an attempt to keep you from disappearing from his grasp. The tired, unhurried thrusts as he rocked his hips against your own, helping you to find that state of utter bliss that only he could give you. And then there was the imprint of his plush lips down your neck, spine, sternum. His mark, permanently branded on you.

The chatter of the room had fallen to just above a whisper as Anakin stormed into the room, crossing it in three large strides. His strong hand wrapped around your arm as he pulled you slightly into him.

“May I have a word with you?” he hissed, raising his brows as if to stress urgency over his request. He didn’t seem to care just how many people were surrounding you or even looking at you, nor the person that you had been speaking to at that moment. Whatever was on his mind was clearly more important, and you had the strongest urge that you knew exactly what it was.

You exchanged a quick glance with the padawan you had been talking to before Anakin had pulled you off with him, out of the room and into the desolate hallway out of earshot as he pushed you up against the nearest wall. His tall frame looming over your much smaller one, as he looked down at you, eyes desperately searching yours for the sole reason he sought you out. If this had been a different situation, you could have almost guaranteed that you would have folded right then and there. Staring back at him, you suddenly found it much harder to keep your eyes on his, though they were full of confusion and some well-hidden pain, and you couldn’t fully blame him for it.

“Ani-” you started, finding it harder and harder to find the words to explain to him just why you couldn’t do this anymore. The arrangement, the understanding had simply been ‘try it once, and then we’re done’ and after once, it turned to twice, and so on. Living for the moments that you could shut yourselves away in a dimly lit room, with no prying eyes, completely engulfed in each other. But it became an addiction, lying awake thinking about him and only him.

“Why did you leave?” he cut across you, ignoring the way his name fell from your lips in such a soft and delicate way. He didn’t have the time for your excuses, whether they were logical and well-reasoned or not. He only needed the truth, the unfiltered and undeniable truth. He thought he knew the reason, but he wanted you to look him in the eyes and tell him why, tell him that you didn’t want this anymore, whatever it was, not the fucking note that you left thinking it would be sufficient enough for him. You had never been so wrong about something in your life.

One of his hands was firmly pressed against your abdomen, holding you in place in case you got the sudden urge to run from him like you had done earlier, he couldn’t risk it this time.

“Why?” he prodded, and you felt that shift in energy, something more compelling and urgent. You cast your eyes down, taking a deep bated breath as you tried to search for the words.

“Anakin, we can’t, we can’t do this and you know it. It’s wrong, forbidden-” you explained, gesturing towards the room where you had just come from as if to better help explain your point, but Anakin couldn’t see it, he wouldn’t.

“If it is so wrong then why doesn’t it feel that way? It feels right, beyond right, and I know you know that.” Anakin argued, the vein in his neck growing more prominent, as he clenched his jaw, trying to calm himself. His eyes were fluttering between your own, watching closely for any indication that you understood, agreed with him, his brows creased in determination as his hand moved to caress your hip, gently lifting up your robe just enough for him to make contact with your skin.

He was right about one thing, it had never felt more right than to be with him, consumed by him and everything he did. Every fibre in your body calling for him every waking moment, desperate for his touch, his presence, like if you didn’t get it you would surely go insane. To have your mind plagued by the very thought of him, finding yourself counting down the minute until you could see him again, feel him, taste him. The mere thought of him, a disruption to your existence. It was to the point of total madness, and not a single second of it felt wrong, or like it should be forbidden, and yet it was. That’s what they had told you, that's what you had spent all those years knowing, practicing, preaching.

You had slipped up, catching yourself wanting something that you couldn’t have, like a piece of forbidden fruit that had been dangled in your face, and Anakin had been nothing shy of happy to oblige, only wanting the same thing. You had both failed, getting so caught up in the feeling, the need and want, that you couldn’t stop, couldn’t resist. With every encounter, it became harder to see reason, to see where the true problem lay, and even now, even now you weren’t sure that you knew what the problem was.

You had spent the past few days fighting everything in you, telling you to go on, that nothing had to change or stop, but you couldn’t ignore that little part of you that screamed out that it was wrong.

“Anak-”

“You left me, with a note…A note? Is that really what it means to you, what I mean to you? Is that my worth, y/n?” His voice sounded broken like he was trying to keep it all together. If you reached out to him, you would be able to feel, sense his fear and anticipation. He was scared and confused. He couldn’t lose you, not when he had no reason to, it would tear him apart. It had been cruel of you, but in a split second, a moment of poor judgement, you panicked and did the only thing you could think to do. You left him alone with a simple note, and his thoughts, hoping that by some chance it would suffice. Guilt wracked you as you looked at him, that looming gaze filled with disappointment and betrayal.

“No, I-its just, I knew you would try and stop me, and you can’t, we can’t.”

You could see the rage bubbling inside of him, no matter what you said, did, he wasn’t going to see the problem, because to him it wasn’t a problem. He would instead abandon the Jedi than lose you, to lose what he had with you, and if that's what he had to do then he would, he didn’t care. You meant more to him, this meant more to him than everything else he had grown to know, love.

“What is so wrong about it?” He asked, his teeth clenched, “Nothing that we have done is wrong y/n? Nothing, it has only felt right, addicting..”

“Anakin, have you ever considered that this is the reason it is wrong?” you start, your features hardening under his blunt gaze. “I can’t get you out of my head, I can’t get the feeling of your hands on my body, your skin from skin, your taste from my tongue, and assuredly I cannot get the feeling of you consuming me from my soul. It's permanent! It doesn’t stop, day in and day out you are the only thing I crave. I don’t seem to care about much more, Anakin, not the things that I should care about, and that is where the problem lies. We have a goal, a purpose to serve and I can’t seem to find myself wanting anything to do with it anymore.” You could feel the way your eyes were prickling with emotion, your head reeling trying to make sense of it all, trying to convince yourself that what you were saying, that you needed to stop, was the right thing to do.

Anakin’s hand shifted just slightly, further up your shirt, his thumb soothing your skin with gentle massages, a gentle reminder of the way his hands felt upon your skin.

“And I see nothing wrong with that? There is nothing wrong with that, I-”

“Anakin, no,” you state plainly, seeing his brow twitch and his jaw clench.

His face contorted at your response, finding it harder and harder to make sense of it all. The truth was, he couldn’t, he couldn’t see your reasoning.

“Is that what you really want? Do you want to stop? I want the truth, I want to know what you really want, not what you think you should want. I need for you to tell me.” he explains, praying that you would tell him that you take it back, that you were scared and that was all.

The silence that fell over the pair of you was deafening, consuming both of you. You were holding your breath and you hadn’t even seemed to have noticed it, but he had. He felt drained, watching your eyes search his. There was no hiding the conflict in yours, he could see it, all he needed was for you to be honest with him.

You felt nothing but guilty as you looked at him, knowing the truth was, you didn’t want to stop, but more so that you had to. You had been foolish to think you could have it all, and it was all finally coming down. As you looked at him, his eyes pleading with you to give him the answer that he wanted to hear, you just couldn’t say goodbye to him, not yet. Ignoring every sensible thought that you had, you leaned up against him, brushing your lips against his neck, hesitating for a single moment before kissing his soft skin, clenching your eyes shut as you moved them down the side of his throat.

He couldn’t help but fall into place, hoisting you up into his arms, clumsily pushing you into the nearest empty room, backing you up against a sturdy wall. Small gasps like moans trickled from his lips as you continued your attack on him, sucking, biting, licking his skin until any type of mark blossomed. Your fingers curl into his hair, desperate to pull yourself closer to him, your body, firmer against his. Rolling your hips against him, all of the fabric of his robes, obstructing you from what you really needed, the friction that you so desperately craved. Groaning in frustration, he lowers you to the ground, pulling back from you the moment your feet touch down.

“Take these off..” He demands, something in his voice dripping with lust, as he reaches for his own hem to his pants, tugging them down, letting them fall to his ankles. You bite down on your lip, letting out the softest whimper as you catch sight of his cock, hard, thick, and leaking drops of precum. It takes nearly all of your willpower not to just drop to your knees, take it graciously into the palm of your hand, and let your tongue glide around it, licking up every little bead that formed and dribbled down his length, running your tongue over that prominent vein. He was staring at you, that look of pained authority on his face, as he waited for you to do as you had been told. “Now.”

You fumbled quickly with your trousers, pulling them off and kicking them aside, already long forgotten. He stared at you, knowing what this meant, what this gesture meant. After this encounter, it was done, left on both of you like a permanent stain. Anakin moved forwards, slotting his lips against yours, kissing you with such fervour and passion that your back and head hit the wall with a soft thump, his hands gliding up your inner thighs, feather-light touches. With each whine and whimper that left you, his hand came closer and closer to your aching cunt, his fingers gliding through your fold collecting every ounce of arousal that pooled between your legs, gently spreading it around as he slowly worked your clit, taking in your sharp gasps.

“Why would you want to stop this, when I can make you a mess with a few simple touches?” He murmured against your cheek, starting to leave his own trail of kisses on your delicate skin. “When you clearly crave me the same way I crave you…” he was talking to that part of you, the part that wanted him more than life itself. Appealing to it as best he could in hopes of changing your mind, making you see the reason that he dwelled on, and it was working. Anakin curled two thick fingers into your tight hole, smiling against the shell of your throat when you moaned deeply, your walls instantly clenching around his fingers as if they were begging him to never leave, and he could think of nothing more than the feeling of your soft walls milking his cock the way they had been his fingers.

“When I can make you feel this good?” Thumbing at your clit while he pumped his fingers inside of you, kissing down the side of your neck.

“Ani..” you mutter, not sure of what you intended to say. There was something about hearing his name on your tongue that drove him mad. Spoke to the most carnal parts of him, and then it was the way you spoke it so softly, like it was something so pure. He wasn’t sure how he was going to be able to let you go after this, he toyed with the idea of not allowing it at all but he couldn’t force you, he knew that. Anakin pulled himself from you, hand wrapping around his cock. Gliding the tip through your folds gathering your slick, watching your mouth fall open in anticipation, your fingers clawing into the fabric of his robes. Your eyes were pleading with him, begging him to fill you with every inch he had to offer, satisfying that feeling of emptiness that his fingers had left.

“Tell me what you want. Tell me and it's yours.”

Hard against your entrance, waiting for nothing more than the words to fall from your perfect lips, he stilled, his eyes searching yours for that familiar sense of warmth and invitation that they always held, and there it was, hidden behind the fear and longing. Pushing against you ever so slightly, the head of his cock now nestled into your aching cunt. He needed to hear it just as much as did, he needed for you to still want him and nothing more, he was desperate.

“you, Anakin, I need yo-”

It was more than enough, music to his ears as the words fell from your lips, almost like a prayer, and he couldn’t wait anymore. Anakin housed you up in his arms, pinning you against the wall once more, as he lined himself up to your entrance. His eyes met yours, searching for any sign of regret, finding none. With one snap of his hips, he forced the full length of his cock into your needy cunt, and with another, he had your head falling back against the wall, eyes clenched shut, as a deep breathy moan left your lips at the delicious stretch of him. His eyes consumed every expression that lined your features as he pulled out of you, watching that sense of panic over the thought of him leaving you empty and unsatisfied, only for him to sink back into your soaking pussy, causing you to let out nothing but pleasure-filled sounds. There was no holding back the particularly high-pitched moans that were being ripped from you, sounds that surely someone would hear if they walked by, with each precise thrust of his hips. Sounds that resided deep in your chest begging to break free.

He captured your lips, moans, and whimpers, in a clash of needy tongues, and teeth, silencing the flow of sounds that left you. He wanted to hear every blissful sound that you made at his expense, but he couldn’t risk someone coming in and stopping this moment, ripping it from him faster than it had begun. You wrapped your legs around his middle, craving even more, drunk on the feeling of how utterly full you felt, how deep his cock nestled inside of you, hitting that sweet spot as if he had known it his whole life.

“Why should we have to give this up….” He mutters through clenched teeth, his thrust becoming harder, “I won’t..I can’t..” he groans, burying his head into the crook of your neck, sucking at the delicate skin. He meant that. He would rather die than be without you and he needed you to know that. Your nails dug into his back, fisting at the fabric of his tunic that you wished wasn’t there, allowing you to feel his heated skin so perfectly pressed against yours. Clinging to him as each well-placed thrust forced you harder against the wall. He was the only thing you had to sturdy yourself.

The sound of his skin slapping against yours filled your ears, mixed with his desperate moans, and grunts, clouding your judgement rather quickly. Every word he said, every question he asked you, made you second guess. How could you want to give this up? The truth was, you didn’t want to, never. And even now, with him pressed deliciously against you, beads of sweat falling from his brow, while a thin film-like layer coats your skin, his cock so perfectly buried inside of you as if it was made for you, you couldn’t imagine being without him, and you knew that.

You wanted to tell him that you took it back, that you didn’t mean any of it, but you couldn’t seem to find the words. It’s like they were stuck in your throat unable to surface and all that came out was lewd sounds. Your fingers card through his hair, tugging on it so that he was staring up at you, his open mouth pressed against yours as you moaned into it, stealing kisses here and there. You urged him on, soft whine-like pleads and encouragement left you the quicker his pace came, his fingers gliding up your bare-tired thighs, to the apex of them, the spot where you needed him the most. Deft fingers flicked against your clit, as you took in sharp inhales of breath, as he drew tight and precise circles into it.

He treated your body as if he knew it, knew it better than you ever could, like he knew just what to do and when to do it, to have you melting like a puddle at his touch.

“Fuck, ani-“ you moan. There it was again, that beautiful sound of his name on your tongue, falling from it like it was sweet honey, urging him on, begging for more and more. His head falls forward, groaning deliciously at the way you took him so well. Good, so fucking good.

“The things you do to me, woman..” he groans, getting drunk on the way his cock dragged inside you, the perfect amount of friction for his head to fog. You felt that familiar coil of warmth settling in your lower abdomen, surging through you with each thrust. You were close, so utterly close. “Ani I’m close…just like tha-“ You couldn’t even finish the sentence before your climax burst through you. Your pussy spasms around his length, a soft submissive sob escapes you. Seeing you like this, feeling the way your walls clench around him, gave him a slice of madness, a need to pound into you at a faster speed, desperate to see you become a stuttering mess, begging for him to stop. Sound after sound, profanity after profanity left you, your body, torn between needing more of him, and yet not. Your fingers clawing into his shoulders. “Ani-” Your whimper of his name was nothing but breathy. You couldn’t think straight, all you could see was him, all you could feel and think was him and only him, as each pulsing wave of pleasure washed over you.

Anakin had no intention of letting you down too quickly, letting you catch a breath. Pushing you through your high, reviling in the way your body convulsed under his. Your head thrown back and eyes desperately clenched, your mouth hanging open and moaning after moan escaped you.

“Ani-s’too much…” you whine, feeling every nerve in your body sent into overdrive, every sense of yours flooded in nothing but overstimulating pleasure. Your legs shake around his body, your cunt fluttering around his length as he drills into you, swallowing up every delicious sound that leaves you. “Ani..ple-ease.” Anakin’s hand finds your chin, tilting it back down so that your face was level to his. His teeth tugging at your bottom lip.

“Not till I’ve had my fill of you..” he pants, tightening his grasp on you, pinning you even firmer against him and the wall as if you could go anywhere. You let out a soft whimper as yet another wave rushes over you, and you take to silencing yourself by catching him in a heated kiss, biting down on his lip a tad too hard, feeling that metallic taste of blood against your tongue, feeling that strange sense of satisfaction overhearing him groan rather loudly. You could feel him pushing you over the edge towards a second orgasm, but your mind and body were already starting to feel numb. Drunkenly hazy over the way he was determined to overstimulate you. His fingers were relentless against your tired and abused clit, surges of ecstasy rippling through the entirety of your body. You could hear him saying something, but you had no way of comprehending the words leaving him.

Anakin was reaching his end, his well-measured thrusts were becoming sloppy, but not once did they waiver in their mission. The only thing keeping him grounded was listening to the way you begged him, your body begged him for one more, but as your legs shuttered around him and your pussy clenched around him, he couldn’t help but spill into you. Warm thick ropes of cum soothing your abused walls, as he too shuttered, head buried into your chest, strings of profanities and praises leaving his lips like a prayer.

His hands squeezed your aching thighs, as you relentlessly tightened them around his waist, almost as if you didn’t want him to release you, to pull out of you. His pace slowed, thrusts becoming more like desperate spurts as he pulled yet another orgasm from you. His name falls from your lips as it spread throughout you. Anakin stilled inside you, listening to the sound of your stuttering heart, beating rapidly as it slowed back to its normal pace, while your fingers carded through his hair, in such a soothing manner. Neither one of you wanted to move, to come back to the crippling reality that you resided in. He could stay the way he was forever, blissfully wrapped up in your presence, and you, you could do the same. Feeling his warm protective body, holding you so desperately close.

After what felt like an eternity, he set you down, holding you up with a gentle squeeze of your hips. You didn’t dare look him in the eyes, knowing that if you did, you would crumble. You knew what you wanted, but as of right now, you could see no clear way of having it, not without surrendering everything else. You wanted nothing more than to say fuck it, give yourself over to him permanently, but you didn’t know how. How to let go and do just that. Pulling your pants back on and righting yourself, you take a deep bated breath. His gaze lingered on you, the painstaking look of loss on his features.

“Ani-I…I’m sorry…”

“I know..” he speaks, his voice breaking just a little.

You thought that perhaps you’d find your way back to him, and perhaps it would be sooner than you anticipated, falling back into the addicting pattern you had created, and maybe this time it would go further, but for now, you wouldn’t. Wiping the tears from your face, you take a long, painful look at him, before exiting the silent room, not daring to look back.

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the-hidden-empire · 11 months

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Darth Vader:

How they are during you’re pregnancy:

Warnings: +18 nsfw/ fluff

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- Knew before you did.

- “You’re with my child.” Was all he said out of the blue, in a completely calm demeanour.

- You were flabbergasted.

- He left you to process the news while he dealt with it in his own way.

- He requested you’re presence in you’re shared chamber.

- You had been avoiding him sense he spilt the news.

- You both knew it too.

- You couldn’t face him.

- So he followed you’re force signature.

- Automatically he could already sense a second force signature while following yours.

- He was agitated that you kept moving.

- You could feel his force signature lurking behind you.

- You tried to but you’re self more time by reaching one of the crowed hallways, to throw him off you’re signature.

- Just as you were about to turn another corner, the door had shut and locked itself blocking you’re exit.

- Frustrated you huffed to yourself.

- You could hear him before you could see him.

- “Enough. Stop running. You’ll strain yourself and the child.” He irritably warned

- “If you don’t I’ll be forced to put you to sleep. Follow.” He continued as he awaited you to follow him.

- Once you arrived at your chamber, you embraced each other without any exchanges of words.

- You’re communication was through the force, and you both knew how much this child already meant to you both.

- He allowed you only on simple missions as he knew you needed to be kept busy. He’d accompanied you as you began to show.

- But once you hit third trimester he had you benched from any missions.

- He did leave you in charge of communications. You just wouldn’t be active in the field.

- He notice three force signatures from you as you progressed with you’re pregnancy.

- He knew even before the doctor confirmed.

- you were carrying twins.

- Of course he’d have two sets of twins, it was a Skywalker thing he mused.

- Feels he doesn’t deserve a second chance, but he’s not going to take it for granted.

- Mentally preparing himself to be a father, a good one at that.

- He grieves for his lost family.

- You comfort him in his darkest moments.

- His fear is channeled into pure rage on the battle field.

- Completely ruthless in his work.

- Holds you’re bump in you’re chamber without his suit.

-He loves feeling them kick, especially when you hold him from behind, and he can actually feel it.

- You rest you’re foreheads together and enjoy the quiet moments together.

- Already had started a special force bond between his unborn children. They latched on to his signature before they were even born.

- You started wanting him more and more.

- Vader just wanted to be inside of you at all moments of the day. Especially once you started to show.

- He could even feel you’re burning desire for him through the force.

- He made sure to satisfy you anyway possible. You’re sexual needs always came first to him.

- Wanted you all to himself.

- Marked you’re whole body. He wanted everyone to know he did that to you, put those babies in you.

- You’ve both have never had so much sex in your lives.

- You would send each other images of filthy things you wanted to do to each other. Complete filth.

- You couldn’t get over his stamina.

- His troopers knew not to interfere during private moments between you two.

- Vader was away when you’re water broke.

- He knew though.

- You screamed for him through you’re force bond.

- You decided you would have them in Vaders fortress and not some medical room in the middle of a planet you had no connection with.

- It was a long labor process. Twins were not easy.

- Of course you’re husband picked the medical team. He had trust issues.

- You were screaming at the doctors, midwives, droids, and whoever else misadventures you’re way demanding for you’re husband.

- “Get out.” The Sith Lords voice filled the room with terror.

- The medical staff quickly retreated to give the husband and wife time to correlate.

- You took a glass that had been on the table and chucked it the wall right beside him (which he of course stoped mid throw)

- You screamed at him where he had been, and what took him so long. Cursing him for what he had done to you.

- Of course he was three solar systems away in mid attack.

- He could feel the agony that coursed through his wife’s body.

- He used the force to help relieve some of the pain.

- But he had to let the medical team help.

- He watched by you’re side as you held his hand with such force it would break a regular man’s hand.

- He wasn’t scared for once, he felt he was prepared this time, and that he had the power to intervene if anything went wrong.

- He wasn’t going to lose a second chance and fatherhood.

-And he for sure wasn’t going to let harm come near his wife.

- You ended up delivering two health girls.

- The midwives quickly cleaned up your daughters and yourself before handing one child over to each parent.

- “Padame.” You smiled at the smile child in you’re arms who you assumed got her blue eyes and dirty blonde mop of hair from her father.

- “Shmi.” The rough modulated voice spoke quietly, trying to not to upset the delicate infant in his hold.

- You both silently agreed to the names.

- You felt a change in your husbands force signature.

- You could feel his contentment looking at his tiny creation.

- For once you’re relationship with you’re husband felt complete, like the missing puzzle piece has been found.

- That night he held all three of you. He had never felt more in love.

- The inner Anakin was starting breaking through Vaders harsh exterior.

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blushing-in-space · 5 months

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without you

-> anakin skywalker

Summary: You wake up to find anakin suffering from another nightmare.

-> I felt that unfamiliar darkness in his presence beside me. That darkness that was so unlike him and more akin to those he would call his enemies. It forced itself into my soul, warning me of the nightmare that was again corrupting the should-be-restful mind of Anakin Skywalker.

I felt squirming in the bed beside me, causing the sheets to turn hot. His breathing gradually grew from heavy to ragged, worrying me more than the nightmare itself. It wasn’t the first time I had experienced these episodes he had, though it had certaintly been a long time. I turned to face his back to find his skin pale, his body covered in the thin shine of sweat.

I sat up feeling fear and grief radiating off him in strong waves, so strong it was if they were my own emotions. My hand went to his shoulder, rolling him over slightly in hopes that it would awaken him from whatever nightmare he was experiencing, but it had no effect on him. His brows furrowed, mouth curled in a deep frown. His lips parted slightly. Rough, deep breaths were huffed from his chest.

“Ani?” I spoke softly, with a hand on his shoulder in hopes of coaxing him awake.

When he did not respond, I rested my hand on his other shoulder and patted it softly. “Anakin?” I repeated, this time loud enough I feared someone outside of his room would hear.

To my relief, he awoke, but not as peacefully as I had hoped. He grabbed my wrist that still rested on his shoulder and shot up from his place in bed, blue eyes wide they burned into me. His hand squeezed tightly on my wrist, and I pulled it away. At the loss of my touch, his eyes softened, but his breathing did not slow.

“Nightmare?” I asked him, though I needed no reply as he looked away from me.

He stood up without a word, grabbing his robe from the edge of the bed and throwing it over his shoulders. “Yes,” he groaned, striding across the room and yanking the curtains back, the sparkling night skyline of Couresant filling the room.

I stood up with him, approaching him hesitantly, just coming close enough to see his gaze focused on the city, eyes darting around the edges of the window anxiously.

“What are you doing?” I questioned, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as if it would clear the confusion.

Anakin gazed out for a moment longer before shaking his head and running a hand through his wet locks. His jaw was tense, face set in a serious expression he rarely shows outside of the battlefield. “I don’t know,” he looked at me, lip quivering, “you- you died.”

I gulped. He didn’t have to say anymore for me to understand what he meant. “But I didn’t,” I whispered as I hugged him, bringing his head to rest in the crook of my neck, “I’m right here.”

He held me so tightly that I thought I might snap into pieces. I rubbed his back soothingly and kissed the side of his head, feeling his need for comfort in this dark moment. He pulled away and looked into my eyes again, his eyes cleared of the tears that had threatened to spill moments ago. His hands came to cup my cheeks softly, his battle hardened fingertips tracing over my skin.

“It was so real,” he whispered, “it was like the dreams I had just before my mother died.”

I inhaled sharply and looked down, closing my eyes as I reached out to him through the force. I saw in him that he believed the nightmare he had to be another premonition. A promise that my death would really and truly happen.

The council had always ignored the gift the force had granted him, believing it to be a symptom of his paranoia and stress. But I know the dreams are not passed on Anakin emotions and fears. I know it. They is always truth behind his visions.

Though now I wanted to be able to denounce his dream and promise him that his dream was just what it was. A dream. But I would be foolish to do so after his mothers death.

“What happened?” I asked almost fearfully.

He was quiet for a moment, worrying me that he would shut me out. But instead he guided us both back to his bed, holding my hands and tracing patterns into my palms with his thumbs. “It… It was blurry. The more I think about the more unclear it gets. But you were clear. You were crying, and in pain, and calling out to me- begging me to listen to you.”

His voice cracked at the end, and he shut his eyes to hold back the tears. I held him again, and just like before, he wrapped his arms around me and clutched me as if I would disappear at a moments notice.

“I can’t lose you. I can’t lose anyone else,” he whispered, his voice muffled as he pressed desperate kisses to the side of my face.

I shhed him softly, running my fingers through his hair. “You won’t. I won’t leave you. I’ll do everything I can to stay with you. I swear it, Anakin.”

He nodded agasint me, fingers digging into my skin. “I won’t let you either. I’ll do anything- anything- to keep you safe.”

His tone had become dark, threatening even. But he was so upset, and I was as well. So I said nothing of it as we laid back down and the urge to sleep became more powerful than Anakin’s words of hatred.

“I won’t be without you,” I thought I heard him say, but it must have been a dream.

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lipstickmarks · 9 months

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everyone cheats on vacation

Pairing: Poe Dameron x bi!fem!reader, Rey x bi!fem!reader

Category: Light angsty with a happy ending, smut, fluff, and romance

Word Count: 7.7K

Summary: While on vacation aboard the Chandrila Star Line, you’re eager to spend some alone time with your girlfriend, Rey. But when her Jedi duties leave you feeling neglected, who else do you turn to for comfort but Poe Dameron, the cocky pilot who has a reputation for leaving women feeling satisfied and jelly-legged. You suddenly find yourself at the center of Poe's universe and you like it. He knows you better than anyone and lately, he's been doing everything in his power to tempt you over the line.

Warnings: NSFW, cheating, glorification of cheating, smut, piv, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, scissoring, fingering, light angst, Rey being neglectful, reader feeling neglected, reader being slightly petty, poe being smug, semi-public sex, food, discussion of "healthy" versus "unhealthy" eating habits, sugar daddy!poe if you squint, confession of feelings, love confession, panty kink, nipple play, slightly rough sex, finger kink, hand kink, finger sucking, feeling, no use of y/n.

Notes: This is a Poe-centric fic but there is a NSFW scene of Rey and the Reader.

Rating: explicit

You and Poe were in the ship’s lounge area playing a game of holochess. The smug bastard was licking his lips and smirking every time he outmaneuvered you. You leaned forward, focusing hard on the game pieces in front of you as you tried to figure out the best move.

“Stumped?” Poe asked with a raised eyebrow and a sly smile.

You playfully glared at Poe. His actions drove you crazy and he knew it. He was always like this. Always had to come out on top. You don’t know why you kept agreeing to play with him.

“Hey, you two!” Rey called out. You turned your head and saw Rey walking through the entrance with Finn, both in their gym clothes.

Rey sat on the arm of the booth and leaned down to kiss you while Finn slid onto the other end of the booth next to Poe.

“Who’s winning?” Finn asked.

“Me. As usual.” Poe’s voice dripped with smugness as you made a pitiful move. You resisted the urge to smack him.

“Because he’s cheating.” You said.

Poe smirked at you.

“Cheating’s allowed when you’re on vacation.”

Your eyebrows pinched together in confusion.

“What?”

“We’re on the open sea.” Poe opened his arms as if to illustrate his point. “There are no rules out here. We’re on vacation. You can eat cake for breakfast and get drunk before noon and cheat at holochess. Except I don’t need to cheat when you play so poorly.”

You scoffed as Poe boxed you in with no legal moves left.

“You made that up.”

Poe simply shrugged and in a huff, you turned the game off.

Rey and Finn laughed at your petulance. You and Poe had always been quite competitive with one another, always having to be the first one in the door, leave the biggest tip, carry the most groceries.

It was amusing to everyone on the outside but no one seemed to know just how much Poe got under your skin. You didn’t dislike Poe, not by a longshot but something about him brought out your primal side. The side that wanted to be top dog. There was some untapped tension between you and it was boiling to a head on the Chandrila Star Line.

When Finn had the idea of going on a cruise, you were excited at the prospect of a romantic vacation with Rey. But her Jedi work never seemed to stop. She’s in the middle of building a new Jedi training temple and she left the construction in the hands of a team back home, who she constantly takes calls from. In addition, she’s constantly reading up on old Jedi lore. When she’s not doing that, she’s meditating or training Finn. This resulted in you having spent nearly every day of your vacation with Poe.

It wasn’t all bad, though. You enjoyed Poe’s company, save for when he’s being a sarcastic braggart. But still, you wished you could have your girlfriend to yourself for just a little bit.

“Well, we just came to see if you guys wanted to grab a bite to eat?” Finn suggested.

“Yeah, I’m starving.” You said.

“Losing work up an appetite?” Poe called out.

You rolled your eyes as you stood up and slipped your hand into Rey’s. The four of you walked to a brunch buffet in one of the restaurants. The smell of fresh eggs, bacon, and syrupy pancakes assaulted your senses.

Your stomach grumbled and you realized you hadn’t eaten yet today. Originally, your plan was to have breakfast with Rey on the outer deck while whale-watching. But, when you rolled over in bed this morning, you found nothing but empty sheets and a note that said:

Went on a run! Catch up with you later! - Rey

But you were making up for it now. You piled your plate high with a stack of silver-dollar pancakes with blueberry syrup, bacon, eggs, toast, and a cup of coffee. The sweet smell of OJ drew you in so you grabbed a glass of that as well.

Walking back to your table would prove to be a little difficult with a full plate and two drinks so you walked slowly, keeping your orange juice tucked close to you between your arm and your midriff.

You looked up from your plate, expecting to see Rey but she was on the other side of the room, picking from the organic side of the buffet. She and Finn were loading what looked like vegetarian sausage onto their plates.

“Health freaks.” Poe mumbled into your ear.

You jumped slightly, not having realized he was behind you.

“They’re Jedi. They have to take care of themselves.”

Poe swiped a piece of bacon from your plate and you glared at him.

“Hey!”

He winked cheekily at you. His plate contained a double-decker club sandwich, loaded nachos, fried eggs, a slice of pepperoni pizza, and a big heaping of jell-o.

“Poe, you can’t have breakfast food with lunch food.”

“Sure I can. That’s what brunch is for.” He said, attempting to grab another piece of bacon off your plate but you held it away.

“No. Brunch means you pick breakfast or lunch. You don’t mix and match. It’s like… a rule.”

Poe bit back a smile. He looked as if he was trying not to laugh. He leaned in close to you.

“Like I said, sweetheart. The rules don’t apply out here.” He leaned in even closer and whispered. “Everyone cheats on vacation.”

Without another word, he grabbed every single dish out of your hands and carried it back to the table with ease. Both of your drinks fit in his large hands and he balanced his and your plates on his forearm.

You shivered. Poe’s never called you that before. It had to be just him screwing with you again. But the way the nickname rolled so seamlessly off his tongue… it had you buzzing with anticipation.

Quickly, you walked over to the table where Poe had distributed your food and drinks safely. You sat down across from him and were thankful that Rey and Finn were rounding the corner to join you.

“So what are you two up to today?” Finn asked. “I know I’m heading to the sauna and then back to my room to take a nap.”

Rey shrugged.

“Haven’t thought about it.” She said as she brought a bite of eggs florentine up to her lips. “Probably reading my Jedi book.”

The urge to sigh was powerful but you managed to swallow it down. You had so hoped Rey would plan something for the two of you. The ship offered tango lessons, couples massages, and private orchestras for rent, all of which sounded like a dream. You spent so many days leading up to this vacation daydreaming about the romantic things you and Rey could do. But at this point, you’d take anything. It didn’t have to be a super elaborate date. You would settle for doing a puzzle in your room or renting a bad movie, you just wanted to be with her.

“I want to go shopping at the boutique.” You said. “There’s a really pretty dress that I saw in the window.” You turned to Rey and wrapped your arm around her bicep. “Do you want to go after brunch?”

Rey nodded as she sipped her water.

“Sure, love. That sounds great.” She leaned over to kiss your cheek and you felt warmth blossoming in your chest. Maybe your vacation was finally turning around. You intertwined your fingers with Rey’s.

Half a second later, Rey’s eyes went wide and she snapped her fingers. “Oh! That reminds me. I need to get some Jedi robes ordered for the temple. I should call the base and make sure someone’s working on that.”

You shifted in your seat, frowning at the prospect of Rey doing more work that would take her away from you.

“Oh, can we talk about the color? Because I don’t like the basic brown.” Finn said.

Rey frowned.

“Finn. That color is a tradition.”

“But I really shine in jewel tones.”

Rey and Finn became embroiled in their debate over tradition versus new. You sighed, wishing your girlfriend would pay half an ounce of attention to you. You slipped your hand out of hers but she didn’t seem to notice.

Stabbing your fork into your pancakes, you decided to eat your feelings a little. When you looked up, you saw Poe whose jaw was tense like he was unhappy. But when he caught you staring, his classic Poe Dameron smile returned to his face.

He pulled his straw out of its paper casing and waded the paper into a ball. He then slid the paper toward you and then positioned his fingers like a triangle.

You giggled and flicked the paper, launching it through Poe’s makeshift goal. The two of you wound up playing paper football through the whole brunch.

—-

To her credit, Rey did make good on her promise. The two of you went shopping in the ship’s boutique but the dress you wanted turned out to be much too expensive. One look at the price tag squashed your dream of wearing it to a romantic candlelit dinner with Rey.

You wound up buying a moderately priced swimsuit instead. It was a pretty sapphire blue bikini and hopefully, Rey would appreciate it. You marveled at your reflection in the bathroom mirror. It left very little to the imagination. There’s no way Rey would be able to ignore you now.

You slipped on the matching cover up but let it dangle off your shoulders. You stepped out of the en suite, into your room and leaned against the wall.

“What do you think?” You purred.

You expected Rey to tell you that you looked ravishing and then, well— ravish you. But your girlfriend was laying on the bed with her nose buried in an ancient Jedi textbook.

“Rey.”

No answer.

This was ridiculous.

You walked around to her side of the bed and took the book out of her hands, dog-earing the page and tossing the book onto the nightstand.

“Hey!”

“Rey.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “In case you haven’t noticed, we are on a cruise. A very romantic cruise. We’ve been here for a week and I am wearing the skimpiest bikini in the galaxy and you haven’t looked at me even once!”

Rey shrunk, her face pulling into a frown.

“You’re right… I haven’t been paying much attention to you and I’m sorry. You deserve better than that. I just… I’ve been so preoccupied with learning about the Jedi and building the new school. I didn’t-“ Rey swallows. “I didn’t realize I was neglecting you. I’m sorry.”

You sigh and let your arms fall to your sides, the anger dissipating from your body.

“I forgive you. I’m sure it’s not easy, having the entire Jedi legacy resting on your shoulders. I just need you to put more effort into noticing me.”

Rey smiled coyly.

“I’m noticing you now.” She sat up on the bed on her knees and made her way over to you. “And how sensational you look in that bikini…” She slid her hands around your hips and played with the strings that held it together. “But you know what I think?” She said as she pressed a kiss to your breast.

“Hm?” You hummed, feeling a flutter in your lower stomach.

“I think you’d look even better out of it.” Rey teased. She kissed your other breast and loosened the tie in the back, making your top fall. She caught your nipple in her mouth and sucked on it, licking and nipping at the bud. Then, she kissed her way up your chest to your neck until you were moaning and sliding a hand through your hair.

You met her lips in a messy kiss, tongues tangling together as you scrambled to fall back into the bed together.

The two of you undressed each other quickly, all your clothes flung to an obscure corner of the room. You kissed Rey deeply as her fingers found their way up your thighs and to your throbbing core.

“Oh…” You moaned as she slid her finger through your folds.

Rey stroked you until you were trembling. This was it. What you had been vying for this entire week. When she finally brought you to your climax, your entire body trembled.

Your face fell into her shoulder and you sighed happily, kissing at the skin there.

“Satisfied, darling?” She asked, to which you nodded.

You repaid the favor by laying Rey out on the bed and licking her to an orgasm. You suckled at her clit until her legs were shaking. When she finally came, you licked up all traces of it, not letting a single drop go to waste.

Rey sighed dreamily with a sleepy look in her eye, but you were not about to let this end here. You had tried all week to get your girlfriend alone and you were going to soak up every minute with her.

You sat up and climbed on top of her, swinging one leg over hers and positioning yourself to slide your hips against hers. The feeling of dragging your swollen clit across hers was delicious and too much and not enough at the same time. You can’t recall the last time you and Rey were this close.

Rey moaned, clearly sharing in your sentiment. You leaned down and pressed your lips to hers. She gripped onto your hair, holding you in place. You slid your tongue across the seam of her lips and you made out lazily while you rocked your hips against hers.

The feeling of sweet release was creeping up on you, just a few strokes away from bliss when a sharp knock sounded at your door.

“Rey! It’s Finn! Are you ready to go?”

Rey’s eyes widened.

“Shit! I forgot. I promised Finn we’d train this afternoon.” Rey scrambled to get up and you stared at her with disbelief in your eyes.

“Are you freaking kidding me?”

“I’m sorry, darling.” Rey hastily pulled her clothes back on and reached down to cup your face in her hands, kissing you sweetly. “I’ll be back in two hours. Stay naked for me?”

You rolled your eyes.

“No promises.”

Rey gave you another apologetic look.

“How about this? Tonight, we’ll have a romantic dinner together. I’ll make a reservation at that restaurant on the top floor of the ship.” Rey dipped her head down to kiss your neck. “We’ll eat pasta…” She hummed. “Drink wine.” Another kiss. “Make out in the corner where no one can see us.” Another kiss and then one to your lips, her tongue swiping across yours until your pout dissipated. “Please let me make this up to you.” She looked at you with pleading eyes until you sighed.

“Alright.”

“You’re amazing!” Rey squealed and kissed you again. “I don’t deserve you. Meet me there at 7.”

You nodded as Rey ran out of the room. You fell back on your bed as you heard her and Finn’s voices get quieter and quieter.

“Worst vacation ever.” You mumbled to yourself.

You took a quick shower then tried to distract yourself from your romantic woes by reading a book. However, the characters were 2-dimensional and the plot was thin and you couldn’t begin to understand how the main character was falling for the love interest when he barely said two words to her. It felt like a giant cosmic pie in your face.

After a long time of debating whether you were going to go to the spa or rent a movie, there was a knock at your door.

Instantly, you perked up. Rey must have come back! You scrambled off the bed and hurried to answer the door, only to be disappointed by the sight of a crew member with a garment bag. After handing him a tip, you laid the bag out on the bed.

When you unzipped it, you gasped.

It was the dress. The dress. The one you wanted from the boutique.

And there was an envelope taped to the hanger. You carefully opened it and read the note that was inside.

There were a few dresses in the boutique window so I took an educated guess. But it wasn’t hard to figure out. This one is sexy and daring. You wouldn’t have picked anything else.

-Poe

Your heart started pounding in your chest. Poe bought this for you? You looked through the garment bag and found that not only did he buy you the dress, he also bought a matching pair of shoes, a set of rings, and a bottle of perfume.

It would be good manners to protest. To seek Poe out and tell him this was too much and he couldn’t spend this kind of money on you and demand he return everything.

But his words from earlier echo in your head.

“There are no rules out here… everyone cheats on vacation.”

–

The dress fit like a dream. It highlighted all your best features and hid the ones you weren’t so crazy about. The color brought out your complexion and the slit that went up the leg all the way to the upper thigh did wonders for your self confidence. Poe was right. It was daring and sexy.

Poe.

You had to find him.

Adorned in every single item he had bought you, you made your way through the ship, turning more than a few heads.

When you found Poe, he was sitting at a bar watching the pod races on a TV monitor. You cleared your throat to get his attention.

When Poe looked at you, he whistled lowly. His eyes raked down your body, taking in your figure in the dress.

“Look at you, the sexiest smokeshow this side of the Corellian Sea.”

You tried to find the words to thank him but you were having a smidgen of trouble focusing.

Poe was wearing the shortest gray swim trunks in existence and had left his shirt unbuttoned, exposing his toned chest to you. So much of his skin was on display and it was a deeper bronze shade than usual. He looked like sex on a stick and it was making you crazy.

“Nice tan, flyboy.” You said, sliding onto the bar stool next to him.

Poe held up two fingers to the bartender droid, signaling for him to bring you a drink. The droid quickly fixed up a cocktail and placed it in front of you.

A mint julep. Poe’s favorite drink.

“Thank you for the dress and everything, Poe.” You told him. “You really didn’t have to do that.”

“Consider it a consolation prize for losing at holochess.” Poe smirked at you from behind his drink.

You rolled your eyes playfully.

“Not to look a gift horse in the mouth but where’s your girlfriend and why am I getting the pleasure of your company instead of her?” Poe asked.

“Where do you think? She’s off doing Jedi nonsense.” You said with a bit more venom than you intended.

Poe raised an eyebrow at you. He could tell something was eating away at you. You hated and loved that he knew you so well.

“Okay, c’mon. Tell Poe what happened.” He said in a sing-songy voice.

You groaned and let your head fall onto his shoulder. It felt all too natural, all too easy with him.

“My girlfriend is ignoring me. I bought this skimpy little bikini and then she left me mid–” You cut yourself off, not knowing if you should divulge the completely explicit version of events to Poe. “Right in the middle of some… intimate activities.”

You felt Poe tense underneath you but you kept going.

“I’m taking a backseat to everything these days, even on vacation! I get that the Jedi are important. But I’m important too.”

Poe called your name and you felt a soothing hand running up and down your back.

“You are. And you deserve to be treated like it. Rey should be worshiping you at your feet. If you were my girl, I’d-”

Poe stopped in the middle of his sentence and you picked your head up to look at him. He was looking off in the distance as if he’d said too much.

“Poe.” You gently took his chin between your forefinger and thumb and guided his face back to look at you. “You’d what?”

His tongue swiped over his lips and you couldn’t help but focus on them. You never noticed before but they were so pink and plump and…

Kissable.

You felt Poe’s warm hand on your back, grazing over the skin that your dress left uncovered. A shiver danced along your spine. You forced yourself to look into his eyes. His intense gaze should have made you nervous but… it made you tingle with anticipation.

This is what you had been chasing. Being wanted. Being desired.

“If you were mine,” Poe repeated, speaking softly as if you were the only two people in the room. “You would never wonder how I felt about you.” Poe leaned in close to whisper in your ear, his breath tickling you. His hand found its home on your thigh. “And I would certainly never leave you in the lurch for someone else to sink their claws into you.”

Poe’s words made goosebumps rise on your skin. His lips ghosted over the shell of your ear and then, ever so gently, he pressed a soft kiss to your temple. It wasn’t anything more than a gentle brush of his lips but it held a guarantee of more to come.

Poe pulled his head back to look into your eyes. Some of your hair was tangled in his curls. The sigh of it enthralled you, like even the hair on your head didn’t want the two of you to be apart.

“What was it you were saying earlier?” You whispered, your throat feeling incredibly dry. “About rules?”

The corner of Poe’s mouth lifted into a smirk.

“They don’t have a place out here.” He said, leaning in close to you. “Everyone cheats on vacation.”

It was you who crossed the barrier first. Faster than a lightning strike, you cradled Poe’s chiseled jaw in your hands and pulled him to your lips. You kissed him like he was ice cold water on a summer day, with an undercurrent of neediness and desperation.

Poe’s hand slid up your thigh and his other hand tangled in his hair as he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip. You parted your lips and let him lick into your mouth. Everything about him was invading all your senses. The sizzling touch of his hand on your thigh. The taste of alcohol on his tongue. The smell of his cologne mixed with his suntan oil.

Poe was like a walking pheromone made just for you. He was luring you in like a siren song. You thought about his reputation for being a playboy. How women and men were always eyeing him up and down. How his natural default is effortless charm. How the rumors of his sculpted body and penchant for pleasure rocked the Resistance and you wanted to find out if they were true.

You finally pulled away, out of breath but still aching for more. Poe’s hand was still wound in your hair and the other was up scandalously high on your thigh. You were now gripping his shirt collar in your hands, forbidding him from going anywhere.

The beeping of a merchant droid brought you out of your haze. You looked down at the tiny unit who was towing a cart full of bouquets and flowers.

He beeped in binary.

“A rose for your lovely lady, sir?”

Your cheeks flushed. You felt the need to refuse, to churn out a rushed explanation that you and Poe were not a couple, despite the fact that you had been frenching like horny coeds just a moment ago, but Poe acted before you could speak.

“Certainly.” Poe handed over a credit and took the rose. He lifted it to his nose, inhaling the flowery scent before presenting it to you. “For you.”

You took the rose, trying not to cry at the sweet gesture.

“Thank you, Poe. I…” You tried to find the words to express what you were feeling in this moment. “I’m really grateful to have you.”

Poe smiled, a classic Dameron smile that made everyone he met go weak in the knees. You were starting to think you were not exempt from this.

You tucked your head into his neck and sighed. There was nowhere in the galaxy you wanted to be except right here, but the elephant in the room had to be addressed.

“I have to meet Rey soon.”

Poe lifted your arm and pressed a kiss to the inside of your palm.

“Do you?” He murmured against your skin.

“Poe.” You sighed.

Poe kissed the inside of your wrist, working his way up your arm to your shoulder. Your body turned to jelly in his arms and you sighed blissfully as he buried his head in your neck, kissing the skin there.

You shivered and fisted a handful of his curls, gently pulling him off you.

“Poe.” You scolded lightly.

He pouted and you resisted the urge to kiss it off his perfect face.

“I have to go. We have a reservation at 7. We’ll talk after?”

Poe looked like a wounded puppy as you stood up and slipped out of his arms. You patted his cheek and pressed a kiss to his nose to quell him.

“Fine. But I’m gonna stare at your ass while you walk out and then I’m gonna go back to my room and think about you while I touch–”

“Poe!” You desperately covered his mouth but the shit-eating grin never left his face. He pressed a flurry of kisses to your open palm once more and you sighed dreamily.

“What am I gonna do with you, Dameron?”

“To me.” He corrected.

You laughed and pressed your forehead to his.

“We’ll talk after.” You promised.

You walked out the door and indeed felt Poe’s eyes on you the entire time.

—

“I’m sorry, we don’t have a reservation under that name.” The maitre’d droid said.

You groaned.

“Can you check again?”

“I can. But we do not have it.”

You sighed and ran a hand down your cheek. This entire endeavor was leading to the beginning of a migraine.

“It’s fine. Thanks anyway.”

You didn’t need the droid to check again. You knew Rey didn’t make the reservation. She forgot. Again.

You’re trying to remember why you even showed up to this stupid date in the first place. Rey clearly had higher priorities than you. Even though she was the last person you wanted to be with right now, you couldn’t help but feel jealous of all the other couples in the restaurant. They had fancy wine and a view of the stars as they got to be with people they loved.

Why couldn’t you have that?

You were about to run out of the restaurant when you felt the presence of someone behind you, but a welcome one. Then, the feeling of a solid chest pressed against your back.

“Hi there. Reservation for Dameron?” Poe’s melodious voice said from behind you.

The droid beeped in affirmation.

“Yes. Dameron. For 2. The private rooftop package. Right this way.”

Poe stepped into your peripheral vision and winked at you. He was dressed in a deep red silk shirt and a gray sport coat that outlined his strong shoulders.

When he offered his arm, you gladly accepted it.

The droid led the two of you behind the podium and up a hidden staircase. When you reached the top of the stairs, the droid lifted a latch that exposed the night sky to you. Poe tapped the small of your back, urging you to follow the droid out.

When you did, you found yourself on the literal top of the boat where a single table had been set.

You looked out into the open ocean, illuminated by the glow of the full moon. The sky was adorned with stars, much more than you could ever normally see. This was all too perfect, you had the urge to pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming.

“I believe you wanted a romantic candlelit dinner under the stars?” Poe whispered, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.

Again, his hand found the small of your back and he led you to your chair. While Poe took his seat opposite you, the droids carried in two plates. The silver tops were removed, revealing a decadent lobster dinner. The first droid opened a mechanism in its chest and extended a rod that lit the candle between you and Poe.

When all the droids left and you and Poe were completely alone, surrounded by nothing but the ocean, the moon, and the stars, words finally found their way to your lips.

“I can’t believe you would do all this for me.”

“I can’t believe you think I wouldn’t.” Poe reached across the table to hold your hand. “You haven’t figured out by now that I’m crazy about you?”

Of course you felt the same way. You’re not quite sure when it happened, when you fell in love with Poe Dameron but now you can’t remember a time where you weren’t.

All the time you spent competing with Poe was still time spent with him and that was time you learned about him and he learned about you. He learned about your deepest philosophies, fears, and beliefs. You learned about his family and why he wore his mother’s ring around his neck. He knew why your favorite book was your favorite. You knew what song he loved most. You had read each other like books, cover to cover, and were still aching for more.

“I can’t believe I ever looked at anyone else other than you.” You whispered. Suddenly, every decision you’d ever made felt ridiculous. Choosing Rey, putting effort into your relationship, letting anyone else except Poe have access to your heart.

Poe shook his head, bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss.

“Don’t worry about that. You’re with me now.” He kissed the back of your hand feverishly like he was ill and you were his medicine. “Let me do the worrying for us.”

Poe climbed out of his chair and sat beside you on his knees. He pressed kisses to your neck over and over.

“I need you.” Poe mumbled into your skin. His hand found its perch on your upper thigh, fingertips gently digging into your flesh.

You gripped his shoulders and pulled him off of you to look him in the eyes. Poe Dameron was made for the moonlight. His features were illuminated beautifully. His bouncy black curls, curved jaw, and pouty pink lips were otherworldly.

Your voice came out barely above a whisper when you said:

“Take me.”

Poe answered you with vigor, leaning up to capture your lips in a hungry, passionate kiss. All the pent up energy that had been stored for as long as you two felt this for each other was spilling out. Your ringed fingers fisted his curls and Poe moaned softly. The sound sent a deep pooling of heat in your belly and you wanted to hear it again.

Desperately, you started to undress him. You shoved his jacket off his shoulders and your fingers trembled while you undid the buttons on his shirt. A shiver of anticipation ripped through you as more of his chest became exposed but Poe gently wrapped your hands up in his and pressed loving kisses to the pads of your fingers.

“Don’t make me wait.” You said breathlessly.

“No, baby, I think you’ve done enough waiting.” He affirmed. Poe reconnected his lips to yours in a more sloppy, rushed kiss. His hand slid up your thigh, this time disappearing past your dress. His fingertips ghosted over your panties and you decide at that moment you’re never wearing underwear again. You might not ever wear clothes again at all if it deterred Poe from being able to get his hands on you.

You gently fisted Poe’s curls in your hand, tugging on them, which elicited a moan from your lover. This spurs him on. Poe wastes no time in shoving your panties to the side and sliding one finger inside you. Your breath hitches from the feeling and selfishly, you want more.

“More.” You demand.

Poe chuckles, pumping his finger in and out of you a few times before adding in another. The pressure is good, but it’s not quite enough. You need his cock and you know he’ll give it to you but he is in no rush.

He pulls his fingers almost all the way out of you and then drags them up and down your slit. His thumb circles your clit while his fingers work you to an orgasm.

The pressure builds in your belly, amplified by Poe’s intoxicating scent. You claw your fingers into his shoulder, leaning out of your chair and letting Poe hold you up while he fingered you. Being on edge sexually and emotionally all week has your release approaching much too soon.

“Poe, I’m–”

“I know, baby, I know. Go ahead.” Poe’s velvety voice carries you through. When the rope finally snaps, it’s better than you could have ever imagined.

Your head falls to Poe’s shoulder and you’re fighting for breath, but he doesn’t let up. Poe continues pumping his fingers in and out of you, relentless. He adds a third finger and your delight in the feeling. He doesn’t stop until he draws a second orgasm from you.

Poe finally pulls his fingers out and you feel empty. Cold.

The last thing you were expecting him to do was slide his fingers into his mouth and lick them clean.

“Mmm…” He moaned around his fingers, pulling them out with a sinful ‘pop’. “You taste amazing.”

“Poe…” You breathe out.

“I need more.” Poe slides his hands underneath your thighs and lifts you up, gently depositing you on the ground. Above you, he removes his shirt, bundling up the fabric and sliding it under your head, creating a makeshift pillow for you.

Your dress is bunched up past your thighs and the soaked panties you were wearing are pulled down your legs. Poe examines them closely, paying special attention to the wet spot on the front.

“These are for me, yes?” He bunches your panties up and slides them into his back pocket and your heart races from the obscene theft.

Poe dips his head down, pressing kisses to your shaking thighs. He murmurs something into your skin but your head is still hazy.

“Baby,” Poe rasped out, calling your attention to him. When you looked at him, his eyes were glossy and his mouth was agape, like a man starved. “Tell me I can taste you.”

Not trusting your voice, you nodded. Poe obeyed, burying his head between your thighs. He licks a stripe up your slit and you cry out.

His hands slide up your body and grip yours and the tenderness of it all makes you want to cry. You’ve never experienced this: equal parts romance and passion. Someone holding your hand as fiercely as they’re eating you out, like each action brings about the same level of pleasure and intimacy.

Poe holds your intertwined hands on your stomach as his nose nudges against your public bone. His tongue swirls around and sucks on your clit. Every time he hits a particularly delicious spot, you squeeze his hand, letting him know exactly how you like it.

He moans against you and you think it just might kill you. Has anyone ever died from pleasure? You might be the first.

Poe’s smattering of stubble rubs up against your thighs and the slight scratch shouldn’t feel good but it does. Poe licks, swirls, sucks, nips, and bites at you and it’s more than you can take. He lays his tongue flat against you, dragging it along your slit tantalizingly slowly.

“Poe…” You moan, tugging on his hand.

He peaks up at you from between your legs. He lifts his head up and the sight of him is positively filthy.

Blown out pupils, slightly darkened brown eyes, bee-stung pink lips, chin glistening from your slick. Unable to resist, you lean forward with your free hand and swipe your thumb over his chin, collecting your juices. Then, you gently tap Poe’s bottom lip. He opens his mouth for you and you slide your thumb in. His mouth closes around your finger and he sucks on it gently. You feel his tongue winding around your thumb and licking it clean.

Like an insatiable madman, Poe grabs your hand and desperately starts sucking on each one of your fingers like it’s a drug and he’s addicted.

The erotic sight of Poe sucking on your fingers was enough to make you cum again right then and there. You couldn’t stand it anymore. You had to have him. Now.

“Poe,” You lean up and paw at his chest with your free hand. “I need your cock inside of me. Now. Please, Poe, I have to feel you.”

Poe looks up at you from sucking on your middle finger. Reluctantly, he lets your finger go, a string of spit connecting you.

“You’re bad for me.” Poe breathed out as he placed his hand on your abdomen and laid you back down. “You’re gonna ruin me.” He said it like it was a mantra.

Poe made quick work of unbuckling his pants and freeing his cock. It was big, bigger than you’d anticipated and the thought of him stretching you out had you wiggling with excitement.

Poe wrapped his spit-slicked hand around himself, pumping a few times. Pre-cum was already spilling from his slit and you wanted so badly to taste it, but you could suck him off another time. Right now, you just wanted to be connected to him.

Guiding his hips to yours, Poe aligns the two of you. He leans down, his curls tickling your forehead.

“I love you.” He says, and at the same time that he presses his lips to yours in a feverish kiss, he slides into you.

Poe feels even bigger than he looks.

You’re stuffed to the brim and when he finally bottoms out, you have no idea how he’s possibly going to move. You feel featherlight kisses on your neck and across your jaw.

It dawns on you then what Poe just said to you. He loves you.

He shouldn’t be doing this to you, dangling the hope of a perfect future in front of you when the present has been so cruel. Trapped in a loveless, hopeless relationship when the man of your dreams was in your periphery this entire time.

Your hands slide down Poe’s arms and come around to rest on his back.

“Move.” You whisper in his ear. “Show me you love me.”

Poe nods into your neck. The first snap of his hips is gentle and you want to chide him for treating you like a porcelain doll but the second– Oh.

He bucks up into you, somehow managing to go deeper. This becomes his rhythm; deep slow thrusts that eventually grow into a fast, feverish pace.

You moan, digging your nails into the skin of his back.

“Fuck.” You whimper.

“She doesn’t deserve you.”

You groan, disconcerted at the mention of Rey. Why does she have to exist in this moment? Why can’t it just be the two of you?

“Poe–” You try to warn but it comes out as a moan.

“Say my name. Louder. Let everyone hear how good I fuck you. I’m gonna make you forget about her.”

Poe slides almost all the way out of you, leaving only the head of his cock inside. You whimper and whine from the loss of him but he slams back into you, causing you to cry out.

Your nails sink further into his back and Poe groans.

“You feel so good, Poe, fuck.”

Poe responds well to your praise, speeding up the quickness of his thrusts. You raise your hips up and this seems to unravel something within him.

“Oh God…” Poe moans into your ear and it’s the most sinfully delicious thing you’ve ever heard. You look up at his face and his brows are furrowed, mouth parted as gasps and moans fall from his lips.

You realize now that the legends of Poe Dameron being a veritable sex god are true, not just because of the pleasure he delivers but how much he takes from it himself. You want to cum just from watching him fall apart on top of you.

“Poe, moan for me again.” You beg.

“Baby…” He moans, burying his face between your breasts and kissing whatever skin he can get his hands on. His moans against your skin and sucks a love mark onto the top of your breast, all the while filling you up with his cock.

Poe is trembling above you, overcome with lust. He’s coming apart, even more than you are. His hand shakes as he reaches down to stroke your clit.

“Ah-ah!” You throw your head back and exhale shakily. He’s slamming into you fiercely and swirling his middle finger around your clit. You don’t know how he’s managing triple pleasure: fucking you with his cock, carressing your bundle of nerves with his finger, and leaving beautiful purple bruises on your tits.

You’re not sure when he started leaving a third mark on you but you don’t care. You want him to mark you everywhere, claim you as his.

“You’re mine.” Poe says through a moan, as if he’s read your mind. “You don’t belong to anyone else except me.”

You nod, unable to find your voice.

“Say it, beautiful.” Poe places a kiss on the valley between your breasts. “I need to hear it.”

“I’m yours.”

Poe smirks and wraps his lips around your nipple, sucking on it with a loud moan.

This is it, this is gonna send you over the edge.

Poe’s thrusts are becoming sloppy. He removes his hand from your clit and holds both of your hands in his. He continues to lick and suck on your tits while he brings you to the brink.

Your moans begin to sync up and you try your best to match his pace but Poe is relentless, fucking into you hard and fast. Your breaking point is coming, just over the horizon. Your legs are shaking and you squeeze Poe’s hands as you feel the warm pressure in your belly build up.

Poe doesn’t seem to care that there’s an entire restaurant of people below you or an entire ship, for that matter.

“Say my name.” His words come out in a desperate plea.

You marvel at your lover, absolutely desperate for you. You loosen your grip on one of his hands to caress his jaw.

“Poe, I love you.”

Your words are all it takes. Poe lets go of your hand and places both of them on your hips. He starts fucking into you desperately, needing his release and yours.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum for me.” He demands.

The entire galaxy fades away except for him. His touch, his warmth, his scent. There’s nothing except Poe.

You let yourself go.

His hips are rocking against yours and the friction is finally lending itself to your climax. But what really sends you over the edge is Poe leaning down to gather you in his arms and press a searing kiss to your lips.

You cum hard, all over his cock.

He fucks you all the way through it until he finally reaches his peak. His lips are still attached to yours and he moans into your mouth when he finally does cum, spilling into you with no shame. You feel delirious and spent but in no capacity do you want Poe to let go of you.

You relish in this feeling of being connected to him in every way. Panicked that he might let go, you slide your arms around his shoulders and keep him anchored to you. Poe chuckles against your lips.

“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.” He kisses your bottom lip twice before gently taking it between his teeth and nibbling slightly.

And Poe Dameron, true to his word, didn’t.

–

You didn’t come back to your room until early the next morning. Rey didn’t ask where you were and you didn’t offer the information. She didn’t even remember you had a date. But this time, it doesn’t sting. Because the man of your dreams is gleefully striding over to you, clad in nothing but blue shorts, flip flops, and sunglasses.

“Hey, pretty lady.” He grabs two drinks off a passing waiter droid’s tray and places one in your outstretched hand.

“Hey yourself, flyboy.”

Shamelessly, he places a large hand on your hip and anchors you toward him. He has a devilish look on his face, a smirk playing up on his lips, and a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” You ask in a low voice.

Poe’s tongue darts out of his mouth for a millisecond. He grins at you, and then shakes his head.

“You. Me.” His hand leaves your hip to grab your hand, lifting it up to brush kisses across the back of your knuckles. “Us.”

“Us…” You echo. “I like the sound of that.”

Poe rubs his thumb along your wrist, sending shivers up your spine.

“There’s a question I’ve been meaning to ask you all day.” He says, eyes boring into yours.

You lick your lips in anticipation.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

Poe grins, biting down on his bottom lip. He pulls you closer to him by your wrist, pinning you with his gaze. His breath fans over your face and you feel your entire body radiating with excitement.

This is what Poe did for you. He excited you, made you feel like you could take a running leap off the ship and soar through the sky. He never let you idle. There was always a joke to crack, a story to tell you, something to offer that would make you laugh, smile, smirk, or scoff. Poe would never stop making you feel.

“Up for a game of holochess?”

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Allow Me// Ch 2

Vader x F!Reader

A/N: Hiiii! I am back and sorry again for the wait! A friend from out of town was in and I spent the week with her. But from now on, the updates should be more frequent! I also just wanted to say thank you all for the overwhelming support on the last chapter! I truly did not think that It was going to get so much love haha

You must be the unluckiest person in the Galaxy

Warnings: cannon-typicaal violence, weapons, cursing, death, harassment

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You cowered under your bed sheets as you felt the demanding presence of Darth Vader approaching your door. Your heart raced with every whirr of his breath; you knew he could sense your fear.

All he had to do was open the door…

You waited for what seemed like hours for the man on the other side to come bursting in, but to your surprise- he never did, instead he stood dormant at your door for a while until you heard him walk away.

What did he want to do? Intimidate you? If he was going to kill you, why didn’t he do that?

Thoughts raced through your tired mind as you slowly lowered the covers from your head and tried to calm down.

As much as you tried you couldn’t seem to find sleep for the rest of the night.

Begrudgingly, the morning shift system dinged, notioning for you to go to your station for the day. You pulled yourself out of your bed and put on your uniform, yawning the whole way to your post.

As much as the events of last night disturbed you, you were too exhausted to be fully comprehensive; so when you bumped into a supply cart coming down the corridor you could barely make out the annoyed shouts of the worker.

“My apologies” you offered, continuing down the hall as the cart worker shouted some distasteful insults your way.

Once you entered the station your supervisor handed you a holopad and gave you your assignment for the day. You were to check some of the machines on the bridge and then report back to your boss.

Sadly for you the bridge was on the totally opposite end of the executor, but at least today’s assignment was fairly short; before you knew it you would be able to go back to your quarters and fall asleep.

The promise of sleep motivated you to hurry down to your assigned station for the day, thinking of nothing but fantasies of your soft pillows. In the midst of your daydreams you ran into a trooper who was heading down the intersecting hall. The impact made you fall back onto your ass and you looked up at the trooper with a scowl.

“What are you looking at? You’re the one who ran into me!” he barked before continuing on, but not before cursing you under his breath.

You shook your head and grabbed the holopad that landed beside you.

Fuck.

There was a large crack all the way down the small tablet’s surface, great… another expense that’ll come out of your already small paycheck. This has truly been the best week, what next universe?

You finally entered the bridge with the sliding of the doors and observed the glossy obsidian color of the bustling room. Officers and troops bustled on the platform and in the pits to the sides of the main bridge.

You made your way to the lower deck of the bridge and set your bag down beside the machine you were to be inspecting. The generals in the stations surrounding you seemed to be pretty lax with their jobs; leaning back in their chairs, talking about the newest blasters on the market rather than actually paying attention to their screens.

The one closest to you kept tapping his foot against the machine you were trying to inspect which frustrated you immensely.

“Excuse me, Would You mind moving your chair to the side a little, I need some more room to check up on the unit” You asked, as politely as you could, expecting an “ok”. Instead the man scowled and sat upright in his chair.

“No, I will not. I need to stay here and do my duties- the duties of a general, mind you. I’m sure your…inspection work… is much less severe, so I think you can wait” the man said with a patronizing tone.

What in the galaxy has gotten everyone so stiff today? The entitlement of these generals was crazy. You rolled your eyes as you inspected the equipment in front of you; you took the metal plating off and carefully laid out the screws in order to put them back on when you were finished.

Before you could actually get to the inspection part of your job, you felt something hit the back of your head; it was a piece of garbage.

You shot your head towards the direction of the trash and saw the same general, snickering with some of the others in the row before one offered, “oops, sorry, I missed the trash”.

How were these idiots, who obviously didn’t give a shit about their job, getting paid more and getting more recognition than you. You may not have been totally invested in the empire’s agenda, but you did care about the quality of your work.

You took a magnifying utensil to inspect the crossed wires in the back of the unit; that's the problem, the wires were getting tangled with every tap the general dealt to the machine under the desk.

You reached down into your bag and grabbed some pliers to untangle them, but before you could get started, you saw the screen above you blinking red.

You didn’t really know what exactly you were looking at, but it didn’t look good; it looked like there were a few fighter planes approaching the back side of the executor.

That was definitely not good; you looked at the rude general who was supposed to man the station, he was busy laughing it up with some co-workers on the other end of the deck.

“Sir” you called, attempting to wave over the rogue general.

Nothing.

“General!” you shouted a little louder.

He whipped his head towards you with narrowed eyes until he saw the screen and all the color drained from his face. He ran over to his desk, frantically pressed a few buttons, flipped two red switches, and shouted some commands.

Soon you heard the muffled reverbs of the ship releasing tie-fighters into space.

The man sat back in his chair and faced forward, he was sweating and you could see his legs trembling next to the unit you were almost done patching up.

Before you knew it the whole bridge went silent, no more bustling, no more smiling, only silence and anxiety filled the room. What the fuck just happened?

Soon enough the doors of the bridge swished open and your silent questions were answered.

The dark figure of Darth Vader came in with a determined strut; he was not pleased. You lowered your head and finished up tightening the screws to close the machine so you could leave asap. He was the last person you wanted to see today, last night he literally stood outside of your door-probably debating whether to kill you or not.

“Someone in this room has allowed rebel ships to enter our flight deck. Of course we exterminated them, but that does not excuse the uncalculated mistake of someone in this room.”

Vader continued down the top deck; once he halted so did the entourage of troopers behind him. He slowly turned his head and surveyed the room trying to determine who’s blunder allowed rebels to get that close to the ship.

Though you know you did nothing wrong in this situation, your anxiety was through the roof.

Swiftly, he turned towards your direction-

Fuck.

There is no way in the galaxy-

“Your fear betrays you, General” his mechanical voice stated.

You exhaled a short breath, you were indeed not a General. But before you could completely relax the man beside you protested.

“She was the one who failed to alert me, it was not my fault” the General exclaimed standing tall and pointing an accusing finger at you.

What?!

Vader already had it out for you, this was just gonna add to the problem.

He slightly shifted his lenses towards you before turning back to the man.

“I recall the empire bestowed the title of General upon you, not her; am I correct?” Vader questioned in an even tone.

“Y-yes My lord”

“In that case, You are responsible for your station, not her”

The worried officer frantically looked around, before pushing past you to make a break for the exit. His forceful push made you tumble down the small steps from the desk areas to the actual floor, as well as your bag. You landed harshly and winced at one of your heavier tools landing on your arm.

Before you could get up, Lord Vader had a trooper blast the general through the chest and his limp body fell backwards beside you.

“Someone get this garbage off of my bridge” Vader said with a flip of his cape as he headed for the exit.

You began to lift yourself up from the floor, truly ready just to go back to your room; you didn't get any sleep, kept bumping into people, your holopad cracked, dealt with rude generals, got pushed down some stairs, and just had someone die beside you, just another stellar day in the empire.

The bustling sound of the troopers halted making you look back up; Lord Vader was looking straight at you.

“And bring that officer to a meeting room, I need to speak with them”

Just as you began to protest, two troopers secured your arms.

“Better shut your mouth little one” one snapped as the other just laughed.

Great.

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The room was cool and dark, a blinking light in the corner of the room indicated that you were being surveilled. Thankfully you were unbound, but didn't dare to wonder about the room- he could enter at any moment.

But why were you here? Was it because of those troopers the other night? Did the sith lord think that you were spreading rumors about having “relations” with him? Was it because people you had bumped into were complaining about your seeming lack of spatial awareness? No, that’s just outlandish…but what if?

To be honest you were too exhausted to think straight, everything was seeming like a possibility, and you had the worst week, so at this point you didn’t really give a fuck about what would happen to you.

Maybe if he killed you, you would actually find some peace.

The cool air of the room was making you sleepy, your eyelids felt like weights and you couldn't stop them from closing.

Whoosh

The sound of the door swooshing open awoke you from your light sleep, how long had it been? How-

Suddenly all traces of sleep shook from your body as you came face to face with the man in the dark mask.

Sure, you said you wouldn’t mind dying, but now that death was staring you in the face, you felt inclined to plead for your life.

“M-my Lord, I apologize I was”

“Resting… I see. Perhaps I took too long to make my way here” he said, sliding the door shut behind him.

“No sir- um.. My Lord” you corrected as you nervously fiddled your fingers.

“You may calm your anxieties, officer” the man in front of you said as he slowly made his way to the table you were seated at.

His words didn’t do much to calm you but you did relax your posture a bit. He took a stand in front of you, making you eye level with his control panel.

He was so much larger than you remembered, probably since you were more wary of him since you were in his direct interest as of now.

“Am I to be punished for earlier?” you asked, avoiding eye contact with his lenses.

“Not at the moment, is there something I should be made aware of?”

“No, My lord. It’s just that the general who spoke out was not manning his station and I did not want his words to cloud what really happened”

“I thought nothing of the sort, I know you would not allow for such a careless mistake”

He spoke with such a neutral tone that you couldn’t determine whether he was playing with your mind or if his words were truly sincere.

“As of late I have observed your work and am pleased by your dedication to the Empire” he said.

“I appreciate your faith in my work, my lord; but may I ask why I was called here?”

The Sith lord turned towards the camera in the corner of the room and back at you before taking a seat on the opposite side of the table.

“I wanted to thank you for your work on the executor, personally. I have noticed others on board have not treated you the best and yet you still provide quality service”

Your heart began to race even faster, was this a dream? Was Darth Vader himself really praising your work right now? And what baffled you even more is that he noticed how you had been treated throughout your posting on his ship.

You really didn’t expect Vader to care that much about his employees, but maybe he was a bit softer than everyone thought…(unlikely).

Before you could respond he placed a holopad on the table that showed a nicely constructed grave stone with your mothers name, what was this? Your father couldn’t afford this.

You looked up at the man who filled the room with echoes of his mechanical breathing.

“I-I don't understand-”

“As I mentioned earlier, I am regretful you were not able to attend your mother’s funeral procession, so I had the empire deliver your father funds for her memorial. It’s the least I could do” he said, clicking the projection off.

You sat in the metal chair, bewildered; why in the galaxy would Darth Vader give your father money for your mother’s grave?

Your family was a bunch of nobody’s… Nothing attached to your name, but now your mother had a grave of high gentry. It didn't make sense.

As you pondered his motives, the sith lord rose from his seat and proceeded to walk to the side you were on.

You were shaken from your thoughts when you felt a firm and heavy hand on your shoulder. It was a feeling that should have invoked fear, but instead you felt butterflies.

Not many people had been nice to you in your life, so were you just being delusional and trying to make it seem that this sith lord really cared about you?

You knew you needed to be more cautious around him, but you couldn’t help but smile up at the dark figure looming behind you.

“You are stronger than you know, officer, do not let anyone on this ship tell you otherwise” he said before patting you once more and leaving.

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The cool sheets of your empire-grade bed felt nice after your warm shower. You settled into bed with a new sense of pride, someone important, no. one of the most important figures in the galaxy, recognized your skill and talent. He recognized your plights and struggles and gave you encouragement for better.

As you slept your mind seemed to compile every snippet of time that you interacted with Vader into a long dream; not that you minded, but your brain was definitely not helping you suppress your delusions. At this rate you’d be dreaming of a future with the most feared man in the galaxy.

It was stupid to think that was possible, but after all, it was just a dream,

no harm in that.

Except for the fact that on the opposite end of the executor, a sleep deprived Vader couldn’t seem to clear his mind enough to meditate.

He was too busy envisioning the face of that beautiful officer he had been encountering more and more frequently.

This was not a part of the Sith’s agenda, you were a distraction. You needed to be wiped from his mind, but he couldn’t seem to do it. Of course there was an obvious solution; get rid of you- whether it be a transfer or death-

just get rid of you.

But no matter how hard he tried to call for the orders, he couldn’t.

How could he when you had been the only thing that made him feel remotely human again?

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A/N: heheh tysm for waiting for this chapter and i hope this story is interesting u guys!!

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headedstraightforfrankcastle · 1 year

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Secrets (Anakin x Reader)

Pairing: Anakin x Reader

Plot: Obi-Wan find out about your secret relationship with Anakin.

Words: 814

TW: none!

A/N: yello! I’ve been away for a while, sorry. I was really busy, but here’s something that came out of my mind today! Hope you’ll enjoy it <3 Also, if you have some request you know where to send them (yes i need reasons to write lol thank you)

It had been going on for a while, this thing between you and Anakin. It had been your old friend Obi-Wan to introduce you two, and while you didn't exactly like each other first, you couldn’t help becoming a little closer every day.

Until, well… after a party, both tipsy and careless, you two made out for hours before saying goodnight.

Since that moment, things had escalated quickly – clumsy quickies, stolen kisses when everyone was distracted, improper uses of the force. You had commonly agreed not to tell a thing to Obi-Wan, fearing his disapproval.

One day, after a pretty intense workout – he was teaching you how to use a lightsaber –, you decided to spend the rest of the evening in his room: after a comforting shower you asked for a dinner worthy of a king, and after dinner your giggles became kisses, and your kisses became something more.

Anakin was half asleep in your arms, and you were carefully studying the bruises and hickeys adorning his body in the night lights when someone knocked on the door.

“I’ll get it, don’t worry,” you announced, lazily rising from the tangle of sheets you were in, his fingers indulging on your thigh as you wrap his favourite black cape around your naked body.

“Be quick…”

You sent him a soft smile, then you put your whole attention on the person behind the door.

“Hell…Oh.”

Obi-Wan stared at you as if he was seeing you for the first time: the cape falling from your shoulder leaving in plain sight the marks Anakin had previously left on your skin, your messy hair and swollen lips, the silhouette on the bed, the room behind you.

You cleared your throat: “What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here, Y/N?”

“We uhm…” heat rose to your cheeks. “We’re working out.”

“Oh, yeah, I can see that.”

You stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, neither of you knowing what to say or how to react, until a warm, soft hand found its place on your back. You looked at the man behind you, looking for a way out. He hadn’t even bothered to get dressed.

“Is everything alright, master..?”

Obi-Wan scoffed: “You tell me. What is going on here?”

Anakin smiled at you, that looked at him: “I think it is pretty clear.”

You took a step forward and grabbed Obi-Wan’s hand: “Please, come in, so we can talk about it. And you,” you glanced and Anakin, trying to hide an embarrassed smile, “put a pair of pants on.”

A little later you sat on Anakin’s leg, both of you dressed, and Obi-Wan found his place against the wall.

“So uhm… how long?”

“We…” you hesitated.

“Five months, more or less. We wanted to tell you, trust me.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“I was afraid.” You took Anakin’s hand in your, looking at your friend on the other side of the room, hoping he could see how sorry you were you had lied to him. “I… We’ve known each other for ages, and you raised us as if we were your little siblings, so I thought you would have found it strange. And… you wouldn’t have approved. I’m sorry.”

You looked down, and a moment later Obi-Wan kneeled in front of you, confusion and affection were making his eyes tiny and attentive.

“Y/N, I’m sorry if I ever made you feel you couldn’t tell me something so important. Honestly, I think you could do better than this punk,” Anakin laughed against your back, but your friend had eyes only for you, “but if he makes you happy, I can only be happy for you. Because he does, right?”

You nodded.

“He treats you right, doesn’t he? Because if he doesn’t, if he even thinks he can-”

“Obi-Wan.” Anakin interrupted him, speaking over your giggles. “Do you really think so little of me?”

“Nothing personal, I am just making sure Y/N is alright. But it doesn’t make it less true, if you only try to-”

“I would never!”

“Obi-Wan!” you look for his eyes and smile, reassuring, before looking at your boyfriend. “Anakin is amazing. Truly he… he’s funny, and kind, and so sweet. I would never do anything wrong to me, I know it. He makes me feel good. And safe. Even if he is a bit of a dumbass, sometimes.”

Anakin laughed and stamped a kiss on your cheek. When you turned around, you saw Obi-Wan shake his head, with a hand on his face.

“Okay, okay, I… I’m happy for you two. And I am a bit offended and amazed that you went all this time unnoticed, knowing Anakin's passion for public places, but-”

“Master, was there something you wanted to tell me? Perhaps not about… you know?”

After all, you were happy everything was alright between the three of you now.

#Anakin Skywalker #anakin x y/n #anakin x reader #anakin imagine #starwars imagines #obi wan and anakin #anakin headcanon #star wars headcanons

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thejediscrolls · 1 year

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You Drew Stars

Tech x Jedi reader x ?

Unrequited love is a real Bantha

Angst - Fluff

Pt 5 of You Drew Stars

It’s been two weeks since Tech and I had that… Fight. We’ve never fought like that before and now… Now the tension between us has only grown stronger.

It didn’t help that my confidence is gone or that my partner in crime was currently on a mission. It was by poor timing by Sid that Hunter had to leave the night of the fight to go do a job. Now I was left to move past my feelings without the support of my best friend.

So I did what I was trained to do.

Ignore my problems until they eventually disappear.

To say that I was avoiding Tech like the plague was an understatement and yet he seemed to be everywhere all the time.

Could the force not give me a break?

I was mindlessly sorting through supplies with Echo on the loading dock when I heard Tech’s footsteps before I saw him. A tight feeling filling my chest as anger tried to claw it’s way up my throat.

“Hello, I need to… well…” His voice trailed off as he adjusted his goggles.

“What is it Tech?” I muttered with spite.

He rolled his eyes with a huff, “I need to check the panel behind you.”

“Do it later.” I replied, looking back to the box of wires I was sorting through, “We were here first and what were doing is pretty important.”

Tech raised an eyebrow, “You’re untangling wires.”

“Wires that would save us all if the ship short circuits.” I seethed.

Echo glanced between the two of us with caution as he slowly put down an extra air duct panel.

“Maybe we should take a break General.” Echo said trying to keep the tension from rising.

“No.” I disagreed with him immediately, a childish tone in my voice as I crossed my arms, “We were here first.”

Tech mimicked my movement, crossing his arms as well, “You’ve been here all morning, it’s only logical that you step aside and allow me to work.”

I glared at him as I pointed towards the way he came, “No way brown eyes.” I spat his beloved nickname with spite, “Go be a terrible friend to someone else.”

I saw the way his shoulders deflated and for a moment I wondered if I went to far… That is until he opened that mouth of his.

“I won’t ignore this hostility General. You need to move past our argument, you’re being childish.” Tech motioned towards my stance.

Me childish?

I rolled my eyes at his peace keeping tactics, “Piss off Tech.”

“Yeah! Piss off!” Omega called from the bottom of the ramp with Wrecker in tow.

“Omega wait no, don’t say that.” I said quickly as I lightly scolded her.

Tech chose not to add anything more to conversation. I heard his steps fade as he left. Wrecker’s laughter boomed through the hall as he followed his brother, “Nice going General, now she’s going to be saying that all week!” He called as Omega skipped ahead of him.

I shook my head with a sigh, “Hunter is going to kill me.”

“Probably.” Echo teased to try and lighten the mood.

Nothing seemed to make sense anymore.

The only thing I could hear ever other day was Phee giggling through the ship as she told the group about her latest adventure and Tech’s warm voice as he spoke gently to her. A warmth that I haven’t heard from him in weeks.

It use to be us talking late into the night and now… Now it’s her.

“You’re too smart brown eyes.” Phee said.

I didn’t mean to, but my eyes seemed to flicker to them and that was when I saw her planting a kiss on his lips. It brought me back to the night of my failed attempt at a proper date, my stomach suddenly churning at the sight.

The loving display had me pushing the food around my plate, no longer hungry or in any kind of good mood.

“Here Wrecker.” I passed my plate to him before getting up to leave.

“Brown eyes.” I muttered sarcastically as I entered my small room, “Of course they have to ruin any ounce of peace I have in this ship.”

I couldn’t help as I paced about my room. How long before they move past the stages of puppy love and into marriage? Would he leave with her or worse… Would they stay here?

Would I be forced out to make room? Maybe leaving isn’t such a bad idea… Maybe Rex could use a hand?

My thoughts muffled the footsteps approaching my room and the swoosh of my door opening.

“You haven’t been finishing your meals lately.” Tech’s voice stated behind me.

I tensed not realizing that he followed me.

“Why do you care?” I asked without looking back.

I glanced around the room to see if I could find anything that I could use as an excuse as to why I’m in here. I spotted the laundry that I had yet to put away and decided to go with that.

“Why would I not?” He stated promptly.

I continued with my task, grabbing the small basket filled with Omega and my clothes. I placed the basket on my bed and began to fold.

“You’re not acting like yourself.” He said after a while, “Our dynamic has shifted and I don’t understand… For that I apologize.”

I froze, the red long sleeve in my hand feeling like a weight of bricks and yet he continued.

“I would like for things to… Go back to how they were before our argument.” He continued, a small gentleness laying in his voice.

The way he was pleading for our friendship had me gripping the shirt tighter then I should.

“I need time, Tech.” I spoke softly, defeat filtering in my voice.

Things will never change between us will it?

“Alright.” He conceded with a nod, “Sleep well General.”

But with time, each day I reverted more and more back to my room. The only safe haven I have had away from the new couple… Away from Tech.

Another week passed and my feelings have yet to fade… Maybe in someway it has, but not enough to ease my short temper. I knew deep down that this feeling was only heightened because I am a Jedi, but that thought didn’t ease the pain of a first love any less.

Who needs him anyway? I thought angrily, but my anger slowly morphed into longing.

I do…

“Come on General. I think it’s time for you to get out of bed.” Echo’s voice had me throwing Tooka in his direction, using the force to hit him in the face.

I was happy in that Wrecker lent me Tooka in that moment because Echo’s annoyance made it worth it. He huffed as he put the doll on a shelf.

“I like my routine.” I muttered still facing the wall of my bunk.

“Your routine consists of sleeping all day and doing night watch. You need to get back to your old routine.” Echo insisted.

“He didn’t even think it was a real date.” It was quiet as my heart ached, “It’s clear to me now that he’s never even thought about me as someone who could be more than just a friend… His General.” I spat, I was really beginning to hate that word.

“I can’t… I don’t know how to fix that.” Echo leaned against my bunk, “I don’t know how to get things back to the way they were, but I do know that the team needs you. Omega needs you.”

That one name had me slowly getting out of bed and sitting up. I shook my head as if it would get rid of the heartbreak.

“Alright.” Was all I answered.

I could see the small grin forming on his face, “I’ll leave you to freshen up. Wrecker, Omega and I will be waiting outside to spar.”

It felt like years since I washed my hair though I used the refresher a couple days ago. In some ways it was nice to get ready and even though I’m hurting, I missed my little family more.

I didn’t know if I should be relieved or hurt that Tech wasn’t here as I made my way through the ship and outside. Most likely with Phee.

“You’re up!” Omega cried out excitedly as she bounded towards me.

I barely kept her from knocking us both over as her arms wrapped around my waist in a hug.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been myself lately, but that’s going to change. I promise.” I said as I wrapped my arms around her.

She pulled away to grab my hand and drag me to her brothers, “You have nothing to be sorry about. We’re just glad your here with us now. Oh! By the way, Echo and I saw Indul while we were at the market yesterday. He asked how you and I were doing.”

“He did? What did you say?” I wondered.

“I said you weren’t feeling well. He told me when you’re feeling better to have us stop by Sol for some of those little pastry cakes.” She smiled.

“That’s nice of him, I think he’d make a good friend.” I nodded with a smile of my own, “How about this weekend, you and I stop by there yeah? We’ll have another girls day.”

“Yes!” Omega cheered.

The day slowly melted into old routines and laughs. I spent my time sparring against Echo who took it very seriously while Omega and Wrecker were being complete goofballs to our left.

“You are getting better Arc Trooper.” I complimented Echo as he used his strength to unbalance me, “I dare say even better than your days in the 501st. Rex will be proud.” I nodded.

“Thank you, General.” His smile was warm as he remembered the good old days and how far he’s come.

“When do you think Rex is going to come to visit us?” Omega asked as she swung from Wrecker’s arm.

“I think it will be soon.” I answered, “If he has time that is.”

“I hope it’s for a friendly visit and no work.” Wrecker commented.

“Have you met the captain? He’s all work. I remember the time my master and I teamed up with Master Skywalker and the 501st captain. Rex would barely even blink, straight as a board.” I joked as we all broke into a laugh.

“What’s got you all laughing?” A voice hummed from behind me.

I felt myself recoil at the approaching couple. How did I not sense them? I thought as I took a few steps towards Echo. He seemed to get the message and quickly stepped in front of me.

“Just reminiscing on some old memories.” Echo replied nonchalantly.

“Oh! That’s nice, memories can be a good thing to hold onto.” Phee answered.

“What brings you here?” Wrecker asked as Omega dropped from his arm to run over to me.

“I have some time off so brown eyes brought me here to show me what he’s been working on.” She replied, “We’re going to compare notes and try to improve his ship.”

I couldn’t help my darkening gaze to the tall clone at the mention of something we used to do together was now being shared by them.

“That use to be our thing.” I muttered, my glare never leaving his, “So much for back to the way things were before.” I scoffed.

His gaze didn’t back down from mine as if he were itching for a fight.

“I never knew it was our thing to begin with.” Tech stated with ease.

“Huh…” My voice trailed off, a defeated lilt to it.

It seems talking to him nowadays only ended up in this defeated feeling laying heavily on my chest.

“What?” He continued.

I had to bite my tongue before I cursed Omega’s brother in front of her. I chose to glare instead, but it seems that Tech always has to have the last word.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked with scrutiny.

“I can look at you however I want.” I rolled my eyes, “We’re supposed friends right?”

“What did I do this time, General?” He sighed.

“Breath.” I crossed my arms.

“Well breathing is inevitable if I wish to live.” Tech stated it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “You’ve already ignored me for a week. You said you needed time and I gave it to you. What more do you want from me?”

“What more do I want from you?” I raised my voice as I took a step towards him, “Are you kidding me right now? You just told me that our thing was never our thing to begin with. We’re supposed to be friends and that’s how you chose to spend your time when I asked for some time in return. To have a new person to compare notes with?”

His mouth opened to speak, but the words never came as Omega stepped between us.

“I have something to show you.” Omega took my hand to lead me into the small woods and away from the heated conversation that was about to explode out of preparation.

“Have fun then.” Echo said to Tech with a concerned nod, “Wrecker and I are going to continued sparring.”

I didn’t hear the rest of the conversation the further we walked.

“What do you want to show me?” I wondered.

“It’s a surprise, but I think you’ll like it.” She grinned, “This place is magical.”

It wasn’t too long before we were breaking into a small opening where a stream of water fell over some rocks into a bright blue pond.

“Omega! This is amazing! How did you find this place?” I asked in awe.

“Hunter found it for me when I told him that I wanted to see what a waterfall looked like. It’s not as big as Echo has described, but it’s still amazing.” She explained as she padded into the water.

I followed her a gave a little splash in her direction to which she squeezed with laughter and this began our water fight. By the time we were finished wading through the water, we sat side by side on the moss near the pond.

“What Tech said the other day… I’m sorry.” Omega said after a while of peaceful silence, “I thought maybe he would realize that he did like you, but I was wrong.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about, those words were shared between he and I.” I explained, “Sadly, not every romance is like a holo movie.”

“It should be.” Omega muttered, causing me to laugh.

“My master once told me that miscommunication with unrequited feelings is normal. I can’t be fault him if he doesn’t feel the same way.” I said.

My own words seemed to slap me in the face as my eyes widened. I can’t fault him if he doesn’t feel the same way. In some odd sense I felt a weight being lifted off my chest as I began to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Omega laughed along with me.

“Love is such a silly feeling.” I wiped the tears from my eyes, “But I feel better now thanks to you Omega.”

“Thanks to me?” She asked.

“Yes.” I said as I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into a hug.

“You will find someone.” Omega nodded to herself.

“Thank you sweetheart.” I kissed the top of her head.

“I was wondering where you two ran off to.” Hunter said as he appeared from the tree line.

“You’re back!” Omega said excitedly as she quickly pulled away from me to give her brother a hug.

“Welcome home Hunter.” I greeted him with a smile, “Hope you didn’t miss us too much.”

“You two? Always. My brothers on the other hand… Now that’s a different story.” Hunter joked as we laughed.

Hunter settled himself beside me as Omega ran back into the water.

“How have you been?” Hunter asked, his voice much lower than before.

“I’m better.” I smiled softly.

“I saw Phee back at the ship when I arrived earlier.” Hunter mentioned.

I played with the blades of grass flowing in the breeze, “I’ll admit that I haven’t been the best of company to anyone since you left, but I want to move forward with my life.”

His eyes softened, “I’m happy to hear that.”

“Yes, though every time I hear her call him brown eyes, I want to crush the ship in my hands.” I chuckled.

“I ask this because I know you can, but please don’t.” Hunter said lightening the mood as he admired her laugh.

“I won’t I promise.” I held my link out towards him.

He returned the deal as we sealed the small promise.

A calm settled over the two of us as we watched Omega chase a fish in the pond.

“Domů.” I said softly.

“What?” Hunter asked, his gaze flickering to my form.

“If I were to give a nickname it would be Domů.” I answered.

“What does that mean?” He wondered, eyebrows furrowing a bit in curiosity.

I tilted my head up, noticing the way some strands of hair seemed to blow into his face from the breeze.

“My master took us to a planet known for their beautiful culture and landscape. The people their were kind and wonderful… They used this word sacredly, maybe I will tell you one day.” I grinned as I watched his lips form into a pout.

It was then that Omega settled herself in between us, a laugh settling in her bones as she took a rest from her chase.

“I almost got him!” She said excitedly.

I pulled in for a hug, “I saw! I’m sure you will catch him next time!”

“Of course I will! I’m the best!” She boasted and i couldn’t help, but laugh.

“Oh? Someone’s getting a bit cocky, you know that is not the Jedi way. I think it’s time for…”

“No no no no!” She squealed trying to get up, but I held her in a tight hug as I began to tickle her, “I’m sorry!”

“Too late~!” I grinned.

“No!! Hunter save me!” She screamed as she laughed.

Suddenly I was grabbed, pulled towards Hunter’s side, tickling me as Omega escaped.

“Hey! You’re suppose to be my best friend!” I cried out in a laugh as he tickled my sides.

“Sorry, you know I can’t say no to her. Not even for you.” He whispered in my ear as he stopped tickling me.

“Traitor.” I stuck my tongue at him.

“Oh don’t act like you wouldn’t do the same.” He rolled his eyes teasingly as we settled back into our spots.

I looked up at Omega who was smiling at the two of us, “I would.” I said almost immediately.

She fell back on the ground between us, “Hunter can you tell us about your adventure!”

“Well…” He hummed and the two of us listened who heartedly as he shared his adventure trading cargo for Sid.

“So he tried to kill you for a bunch of transmission scraps?” I asked in disbelief.

“He didn’t know when to back down until I put my knife to his throat. The rest of the mission was successful though.”

Omega and I fell back to the moss with a laugh. I took my time to admire the sky and trees above us, grateful that a place like this could be here. I was also grateful to my family sitting beside me and the way Omega talked excitedly to her brother about what she’d been up too. It almost looked like a father who’s been away for a while and a daughter happy that he’s home.

I couldn’t help the fluttering of my eyes as my breathing mellowed out and I was finally able to get some sleep that I’ve been missing these past couple of weeks.

“She must be really tired huh?” Omega asked.

“She’s been dealing with a lot of stress. Heartbreaks are never easy.” Hunter answered as he looked down at his best friend.

“I hope I never have to go through a heartbreak.” Omega nodded at her answer.

“You will, but just like her you are strong enough to overcome it and move forward.” Hunter replied as he stood up then leaned down to pick his best friend up.

Omega watched the gentle interaction with curious eyes. She wasn’t too certain yet, but maybe she was right about there possibly being something between Hunter and their Jedi.

Omega nodded as she quickly got to her feet as well, “Yeah, let’s go!”

The trek back to the ship was calm, as the cool breeze of the evening air began to set in. He could hear his and Omega’s footsteps as the descend the ramp and into the Marauder. He could hear Wrecker’s snores and Echo humming a song in the refresher. He could hear Omega call out Goodnight as she descended the ladder to her room. He could hear the lieutenants soft breathing as she barely woke up.

Without opening her eyes she mumbled, “Take me to bed Domů.” Before finally succumbing to sleep once again as he carried her to her bunk.

But most of all he could hear the sharp intake of Tech’s breath as he watched him head to their General’s bunk.

“What are you doing?” Tech asked with a slight sharpness fo his voice.

“I’m putting her to bed.” Hunter answered quietly as he set her in her bunk.

He made sure to tuck her with the soft blanket she recently bought, a soft smile creeping onto his face as he watched her snuggle into it.

He broke out of his daze when he heard Tech’s heartbeat pick up slightly. Standing up straight, Hunter made his way out of the room and towards the front of the ship knowing that Tech would follow.

They both had something important they needed to discuss anyways.

“Why did she call you that?” Tech stated immediately.

It was obvious to Hunter that Tech knew exactly what that word meant and couldn’t have, but feel a small bit of pride swell in his chest. But Hunter also knew that his brother wasn’t able to process emotions the same way as the rest of them. He knew that for him to understand he would have to explain to him in the only way he knew.

“Sit down Tech.” Hunter motioned to the pilot chair as he took a seat in the co pilot chair.

Tech reluctantly sat down, his brows furrowed as he tried to understand what was happening.

“Tech. You are my brother and I would die for you, but sometimes you can be so dense.” Hunter sighed.

“I don’t understand? I am fully capable of-” Tech began, but was silenced by his brothers next words.

“The General had romantic feelings for you.” Hunter stated.

Tech’s brow furrowed, “I don’t…”

“Out of everyone in the galaxy, she fell for You Tech.” Hunter explained, “She asked you on that date because she had feelings for you and you rejected her, chose someone else, insulted her, and has ignored her for the better part of less than three weeks. That’s almost a month Tech.”

“Why would the General have feelings for me? That is quite impossible.” Tech adjusted his goggles, “She is worth more to the galaxy than I ever will be. I’ve never even thought about her in any way other than being friends, of her being a leader for our squad through the war… I…” Tech sighed and he leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees, face in the palms of his hands.

“I’ve heard others at Sid’s bar ask each other on lunch dates since we’ve been here, I just assumed she meant the same thing…” Tech groaned frustratedly, “That’s why she’s been distant. I insulted our general and I hurt her feelings.”

Hunter leaned back into his seat with his arms crossed, “What are you going to do about it?”

“I’m going to-” Tech began to answer, but was cut off by Echo.

“Hey boys, I just received an incoming comm from Rex.” Echo spoke looking at his transmitter as he entered the room.

When Echo looked up he immediately notice the tension in the room, “Uh… Did I interrupt something?” He asked with a confused expression.

“No.” Hunter shook his head as he placed a hand on Tech’s shoulder, “I know you mean well Tech and deep down she knows that too, but you have some thinking to do.” He spoke gently before motioning for Echo to continue, “What does Rex need?”

“He needs our help.” Echo stated and showed the coordinates Rex sent them, “I swear the General always knows when someone is about to show up.”

“She’s a Jedi.” Tech stated, “Of course she has a sense for these things.”

“Looks like we’ve got ourselves a mission boys.” Hunter stated.

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moiravim · 1 year

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Found

Dad!Din Djarin x Teen!GN!yn

Summary: you sneak into the Mandalorian's ship in hopes to find something valuable. When he catches you, you realize you've found something much better than you were hoping for.

You were sneaking into a strange space ship. It was the largest one you've ever seen. You had seen someone walk out of it and decided to go check if there was anything that would be useful for you. Money, food, or pretty much anything that you could sell.

That was, until you heard the doors shut. It worried you for a minute but then you decided you'd make an exit when the owner of the ship came back.

The ship lifted off the ground. You fill your pockets with random supplies before running back to the closed door. You try opening it and search for a button to open it.

It doesn't work. You can't find any way out. You wait out the time until the ship reaches it's next destination

When the ship settles back down you sigh in relief. Then, a mandalorian walked into the main room of the ship. He towers over you and your jaw drops.

Your hands start to shake and anxiously play with each other as you look up at the scary man.

Tears fill your eyes and you hear him sigh. "Show me your pockets." You empty out everything you had stolen as you start to sob.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please" you cry out. He takes his things and puts them in their place as you try to explain everything to him.

"I didn't mean to- I mean- I'm sorry. Please, I don't have a lot of money, I just thought- I thought..." Your words are drowned out by your sobs.

He guides you over to a chair and you sit down in it. "Where are your parents?" He says.

The silence answers his questions. You shiver and he hands you a small blanket that you wrap around your arms.

He walks back to the room where he has just been and comes back with a small green creature.

"This is Grogu. I expect the two of you to stay here. I will be back." He says as he opens the door and walks out.

I look outside to see a town that looks nothing like your home. You wipe the last few tears in your eyes before looking around for something to do.

When he comes back he says nothing. He picks up Grogu and motions you to follow him. He sets Grogu down in his chair and sits down in his own.

You stand akwardly and the man points to an empty spot. You sit down and he nods.

"I'm Din." He says, breaking the silence. "...YN" you respond. He had already known he was gonna let you stay but this was the moment you had realized.

You slept on the way to wherever he had to go next. Although he tried his best to hide it, he had a soft spot for you. He was also extremely overprotective of you and wouldn't let anything bad happen to you.

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aurora-starwars · 1 year

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hi! could i request neteyam x human fem! reader who's on her period? like how does he deal with it and her mood swings, cramps, etc. and does he kind of freak out like?? blood?? coming out for your part?! for the sake of this request lets say that the na'vi don't have periods(lucky them). thank you <3 fluff if you don't mind :)

Pain Is Inevitable, Suffering Is Optional

Pairing: Neteyam x reader

Summary: How Neteyam learned about periods and how he makes reader feel better during them

Word Count: 462

Warnings: periods, mention of blood, pure fluff <3333

A/n: idk if i like this, but I hope you do! And thank you so much for requesting!

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Periods were a foreign thing to the Na’vi. Not having them themselves made it hard to understand how bleeding for a week every month was natural.

Neteyam was no exception.

When he first heard about periods, it was from Norm of all people. It was no secret to the people of the lab that Neteyam was in love with [Name]. He often made it very obvious from the way he looks at [Name] like she is the only one that exists to the way he never seems to leave her side unless necessary. But because of all of this time Neteyam spends with [Name], he gets to see all sides of [Name]. Including the moments when the mood swings hit hard.

That was the first change that Neteyam noticed between her as a kid and in the recent years.

He didn’t notice it quite at first, hoping that [Name] was just having a bad day the times that she got snappy or would just cry over stupid things. But when she started crying over a flower having no leaves, despite that species having no natural leaves anyway, he finally wondered if something was wrong.

He then quickly took to observing [Name] as much as he could, more than he usually would if that were possible, and started to notice a pattern.

Every 28 eclipses or so, [Name] would start this cycle of apparent pain in her stomach, mood swings and increased sudden needs to use the washroom.

This really bugged Neteyam because he couldn’t understand why she was behaving like this. So he went to his father.

He father spoke quickly and casually, not fazed at all, telling him that it’s “that blood thing” and to go ask Norm.

Neteyam, in a state of panic over the word blood, rushes to Norm immediately.

Upon asking Norm, Neteyam finally learns about periods. And although it seems strange to him at first, he is determined to not let anything hurt his love.

The moment [Name] even mentions having cramps, Neteyam leaps into caring boyfriend mode.

Neteyam has a whole routine every time, and every time he is excited to help.

He starts with bringing [Name] back to the lab, he starts with cuddles as she waits out her cramps. Then he moves on to preparing her favourite foods and snacks so that she isn’t hungry. After that, Neteyam lets [Name] vent while she enjoys her food. Letting her express all of her emotions openly and comforting her where ever he can. And when [Name] gets tired, he makes sure that he stays holding her all night.

Neteyam always wants to make sure that [Name] feels the best, and although he doesn’t fully understand periods and he might never, he is always ready to help.

A/n: Sorry if it is short! I never know what to think about period fics! Anyway, thanks for reading! And I hoped you enjoyed! Also feel free to request! I love hearing them. Here is the request guidelines! <3333

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baksterly · 11 months

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Star wars tlou au?

I was thinking a loot what I want to draw so I decided to just make how Ellie would look like, yeah!!

maybe will draw some more because I have some more ideas but for now have this, thank u for ur request sweetie

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castiwls · 28 days

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"stay close to the people who feel like sunlight"

being a skywalker and best friends with poe...

Your Luke’s kid and the youngest in your family.

Growing up you were close with your dad as it was mainly just the two of you (your mum was never in the picture)

Like most of your family, you were powerful in the force and in turn, your dad made the decision to train you with your cousin.

You and Poe met when you were kids through a small gathering of such. Old rebellion members would try and meet every few months and it was the Dameron's time to host.

You and Poe were adjoined at the hip after.

You both seemed to fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. You both had a love for flying and both wanted to one day help the galaxy if needed (It would be)

You were kinda opposites in terms of Poe being more impulsive while you were a bit better at thinking things out.

But that was just part of the reason why you both worked so well together.

You’d both stayed in contact mainly through comm calls while you were still with your dad.

Poe thought it was incredibly cool that his best friend was a Jedi.

When Ben fell to the dark side and destroyed the temple it was Poe who you ran to.

You told him everything about what had happened. You were shocked but not surprised that Ben had fallen.

“I Should have seen it coming, the signs were all there…now they're all dead.” Poe shook his head at your words. “No. His actions aren’t your fault. Their deaths are on him, not you.”

After losing Ben and your Dad you stayed with Poe and his dad for a while. Leia would visit from time to time while she was building the Resistance.

You helped gather support.

Eventually, you and Poe made the decision to go and fight in the war. You both took on a squadron.

You were pretty much an unstoppable force together (When you weren't arguing)

Fighting helped you to take your mind off your father's disappearance.

Poe insisted on helping you in the search for your father.

He also stole your lightsaber a few times.

“What are you doing?” You grinned slightly coming up behind him. Poe jumped swearing under his breath before quickly pushing the saber behind his back. “Nothing just looking for my jacket.”

You taught him a few simple tricks after that. He never shut up about it to your friends and how you had let him use your saber.

At times when the war was quieter, you would both go find somewhere quiet in the woods around the base and just sit and talk for hours.

You’d tell him about stories your dad told you. You’d also sometimes talk about stories you’d found out about your grandfather from the Clone Wars. (You spent a lot of time looking at old articles as a child)

Poe would tell you about his mom slowly.

You were each other's biggest supporters and would do anything for the other.

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the-hidden-empire · 10 months

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Vader with Palpatine’s daughter:

*not proofread and not my gif!

- Your father forced your hand in marriage to his apprentice.

- Neither you or the Sith Lord wished to be married. It was a awakened marriage.

- You’re father set an ambush on you, which you’re husband had to save you. He would make you love Vader.

- You fell in love with you’re husband as he saved you.

- He wanted you and Vader to both know that you were nothing without him. You both owed him in his opinion.

- Vader made sure to make it known to you that his allegiance was with you, you’re father came second.

- You slowly fell into a deep love with each other.

- Palpatine used this love against his Sith Lord, he manipulated his dreams and thoughts of you’re demise if he failed his master.

- A child would be expected, there wasn’t much of a choice for either of you.

- Vader was hesitant about bringing a child into this world, just so it could be made it to another weapon for the empire.

- He was told to use the force to get you pregnant if that’s what it took.

- You yelled at you’re father on many occasions for treating you’re husband as a weapon and not a man.

- You’re husband kept you away from you’re father as much as he possibly could. His protectiveness is on overdrive .

- You both silently plotted against your father in secrecy of his chamber. You spent as much time healing each other from the wounds of the empire.

- He knew you’d never be safe until you were free from your father.

- He would rid you of your father eventually. That’s the only way you could be free from the you’re fathers empire.

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echoedcrosshairs · 1 year

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Anatomically Defective - Echo x Fem Reader

Summary: Pre-Order 66 the boys walk into 79’s to blow steam and you catch Echo’s eye 🩶Smut with a Fluff Plot♥️

Warning: NSFW, Crude Language, PiV, Toy, Echo’s history, drinking, self conscious Echo (esteem issues), 69, oral (f receiving)

word count: 4852

Part Two

"I'm going to talk to her if you don't make up your mind," Crosshair scoffed watching his brother stare longingly at the pretty girl at the counter.

"You're not her type," the bar tender laughed at Crosshair setting down another round of drinks, "I haven't seen her go home with just anyone and you come on very strong," he said walking away chucking more, "Refill, love?" the bartender said tapping your shoulder showing you a blue drink in perfect view of the squad behind him.

"Thanks, Arthur," you said deliciously eyeing the mysterious drink and the group of men staring at you, "Did that on purpose didn't ya?" you laughed lowly so they couldn't hear.

"The frosty one, Crosshair is kind of an ass but the ladies never shut up about him afterwards, but you might like the half droid, Echo. Nice Trooper, one track mind for duty though," he admitted walking back around the bar, "just thought I'd point them out."

"Their clones?" You asked dumbfounded trying and failing to keep yourself from looking at them one more time before wide mouth gawking at him.

"It surprised me too when I found out, but the it explains why they all got the same brown color."

Actually Echo's eyes are more golden then brown, "Tell me about Echo," you asked looking back at him again before downing the dangerously sweet drink.

"War hero of the citadel rescue and Anaxes, blown up trying to defend the ship, captured, revived then experimented on, rescued and then got right back into the fight... and helped finally defeat Trench. I honestly don't know much more then that, I never met him pre... blown up," he admitted, "I think you'll get along."

"Give him one of these on my behalf," you said swirling the empty glass, "Also, another one if you kindly have the time."

"Echo," Arthur said setting down the glass, "It's from Y/N, but I know you know that because you watched me make both of them."

"Are you serious?" Crosshair said watching Arthur setting the matching drink down in front of Echo, "You're barely human and don't even have a-"

"Percentage wise he is correct about the first part. To think of it, I don't think Echo has had relations since he went-" Tech paused "boom. Is pleasure even plausible given the lack of anatomical parts?"

"I don't want to know," Arthur said excusing himself and walking around the bar, quickly pouring himself a shot and downing it, "Don't eveeen want to know."

"What?" You asked taking a sip of the drink, eyeing him cautiously.

"Nothing... nothing at all."

You roll your eyes at him. He leaves you to go poor drinks for a couple other regulars clients at the other end of the counter. It was so far a peaceful night, to early for the rowdy troopers to show up and but late enough for the regular fun ones to show up. You finished the drink, eyed Echo who was still staring at the drink. Well I don't think he's that interested, he hasn't even had a sip of it. You set the drink on the counter along with a few credits and made your way over to the slowly filling dance floor.

"Block!" You said running into the robot DJ getting groovy on the dance floor, grabbing him one of the girls could, "Mind if I cut in?"

"Hello, Y/N. Are you enjoying tonight's musical selection? I thought the alternating between slow and fast would create an interesting rhythm."

The song switched into a slow one, he reached out coldly and grabbed your hand, "I actually really like it, it's creating a dynamic atmosphere. It is most excellent," you said enjoying the dance, "Although it looks like some people don't understand it."

"As protocol dictates I must ask that I return to my post and adjust according, did you enjoy the dance?" Block asked.

"I did, thank you," you said letting go.

You laughed watching him walk away noticing eyes on your back, you ignored them and sat yourself in the dark corner of the bar furthest from them. You watched the dance floor in anticipation watching everyone enjoy the build up and the fall of music. The erotic dancing then fade into adorning swaying, watching the confused troopers was kind of fun. Arthur put another blue drink in-front of you saying it's on the house and apologized for being turned down. You told him it's okay, the night was young.

Echo watched her slide her empty drink towards the lip of the table and brought his gaze back to the glass. His brother's had a point, what could a girl like that want with a mess like him. Tech's words were cutting into him like a vibro blade, It's true I haven't been with a woman since, it's not that I don't want too... I just don't know if I can and she'd have to be very special to understand. He brought his eyes up noticing you were gone.

"She's with the DJ droid on the dance floor talking about the music selection," Hunter said finding you immediately, "Why didn't you go over there?"

"He's not a man that's why," Crosshair scoffed taking a drink, "Maybe I'll give it a shot," he said putting the glass down trying to stand up before Wrecker pulled him back down.

"Don't even think about it," Wrecker said with a yank.

Hunter was still staring at a silent Echo waiting. They looked to each other often for decisions but he didn't seem to trust him to go after it, "The girl showed interest in you and is over there dancing with a droid. I don't think the rest of us are her type," he said trying to encourage him, nonchalantly pointing at where you and Block were noticeable, "I would if I was you."

Echo watched Block nod at you before retaking his station. He looked at Hunter who gave him a nod. He got up which got him an off handed comment from Crosshair, You can keep her entertained and I can dick her down, which got him a loud thud of a punch from Wrecker. Echo scowled leaving the table, 'Was that a completely necessary comment?' he heard Tech say. Echo searched the booths for your face but the bright blue liquid at the end bar caught his attention.

"On the house. Don't know if he's just self conscious or more of droid then he appears to be, next time I won't try to help."

He watched you pick up the glass and swirling it watching the blue sparkle dance, "The night's young, won't let being turned down effect my night."

Echo watched you take a drink, looking around but didn't seem to notice him before looking down back at the glass. It is effecting you. What am I doing? Echo shook his head, took a breath trying to talk himself into walking up over when he left a shove behind him. 'Go' Crosshair hissed at him before stalking off. Oh, he was just trying to make me. Asshole.

"Sorry about that," Echo said shocking you causing you to shake a little and your drink slipped on you, "Fark I am so sorry," he said reaching and grabbing you some napkins. This is what I was afraid of, idiot, idiot, idiot.

"It's just a dress," you laughed blotting up the tiny spill, "I didn't even see you walk up," you said putting the wet napkins on the counter, "changed your mind?" you asked giving him a side glance looking at the sunken expression on his face before wiping up the counter.

"I just haven't had anyone take an interest in me since," Echo said raising his data port arm and sliding into the stool, "I am actually flattered."

"Really?" You said wide eyeing him, you looked at him closer. Sure he was paler, had a cyber connection relay system around his head but he still was insanely beautiful, everything else was just a bonus, "You're one of the cutest guys who's walked in here for a long time."

"She'd know, spends all of her free time here," Arthur laughed putting a glass infront of Echo.

"Dude... I live next door," you laughed.

"I just like giving you a bad time, keep this up though I might as well put you on the civvie payroll," he laughed walking away, "Don't make me regret this."

Your face flushed red, you put your hand over your check to try to cover it when you looked him equally as red but not bothering to try to hide it. You giggled a little bit removing your hand and putting both of them on the counter instead, "So what's with Frosty's glare?" You said noticing Crosshair looking in your direction.

"Crosshair? That's just his face."

"Not my type," you laughed winking at him making the glare worse.

"Got a thing for droids?" Echo asked nervously.

"What gave it away?" You laughed more thinking it was a joke, noticing the serious and the solemn look on his face observing you, "Oh, that wasn't a joke to you. I'm sorry. No, I don't like guys who think they can get anyone. Anyway he looks like a piece of work and not pleasant to be around."

"He's not," he laughed, it was warm like a planet that had two suns, "But he did shove me over here and in his own way told me to give it a shot. Sorry I saw you with Block and kind of assumed plus," Echo gave a small forced chuckle raising the arm again.

"Block? Maybe if his interface was better, at least I know he's reliable. Arthur wasn't kidding though, I spend a lot of time here so sometimes I give my input on the music when crowd watching especially when he changes it up and they don't seem to like it."

"Wait so you DO have a thing for droids?" He asked wide eyed with a smile this time.

"Guess I'll have to figure what out you are," you smiled into your drink sipping on it, "But that doesn't matter, it's who you are that matters. Nothing else matters, to me at least."

Echo's smile got bigger, maybe someone who actually sees me, "I liked that."

"Sooooo, how's it going," Wrecker asked tapping Hunter for his attention.

"I like her," Hunter said pulling his attention back to the squad, "She's definitely different."

"Excuse me, I'll be back momentarily. I- forgot something on the ship," Tech said drinking the drink and getting up.

"You? Forget something? Funny" Crosshair chuckled eyeing them at the end of bar.

"About you tell me about yourself," you smiled at him.

"Not to much to say that isn't easy information to find, I'm CT-1409, Echo. I was apart of Domino squad-" he started before you cut him off.

"That's not what I meant, how did you get the name Echo? What do you like to do in your free time? Favourite battle droid to fight, normal stuff."

"Normal stuff? Back when I was a shiny, I use to repeat every order given so I became Echo, hated it for the longest time but now I think it is the most perfect name my brothers could have given me."

"Oh," you asked turning your seat towards him.

"I'm the only echo left of Domino squad, last one still standing all of my brothers... gone. Echo of a man... I don't know, it just fits. For fun I use to enjoy reading regulation manuals, that's kind of boring to most people."

"It's... a beautifully poetic name," you said stunned, "as for the manuals, it just proves you've always been smart. People forgot knowledge comes from text just as it does from experience."

"What about you?" He asked.

You told Echo about yourself, his eyes seemed to continuously get more and more golden. He hung on every word you said time to time asking questions. Unlike other guys he seemed genuine and wasn't obviously undressing you with his eyes. Although I wouldn't mind if he did.

"Do you want to dance?" You asked, the liquid courage taking effect.

Echo stared down at his socket arm, "I'm not sure if-" he said awkwardly.

You grabbed his hand and elbow and dragged him to the dance floor, placing his arm around you and kept his fingers intertwined with yours, "Come on, scared?" you teased.

"Of making a fool out of myself."

You rested your head on his shoulder, "I'm not going to judge you, if anyone says anything they'll will regret it," you could hear his heart rate speed up and it speed up even further when he rested his jaw and cheek on you, "I take it confidence isn't your strong suit?" you whispered.

"Compared to my brothers I am... anatomically defective, more machine then man."

"I think you're more of a man then most of men in here."

Your hand moved tighter around his back and his breath hitched for a second before regulating. What was that about? You remember the padded circle your fingers moved over, Oh, his ports. His hand held yours a little tighter. The sensation was like a small jolt of electricity trying down him, "I don't know what that was," he whispered embarrassed.

You moved your hand again and it happened again, "I think it's cute," you giggled feeling his hand tighten again, "What does it feel like?"

"It feels like electricity... it's... good," he said hoping you wouldn't look up at the red across his face, at least now I know it's still plausible.

"Updateeee?" Wrecker asked watching them another with an ear to ear grin, "He look's happy."

"He does" Crosshair admitted.

Tech walked with a large punch with a project he'd been working on for some time, he looked at where his brothers were staring and found them on the dance floor. He gave a small smile when he caught Echo's eye and quietly walked forward and clipped it to his belt, "you might need it later," he whispered before returning to his squad.

"What was that about?" You asked looking at the large pouch.

"For once I have no idea what he's been tinkering on, but I know this isn't the place to open it."

"Want to go for a walk and see or... we can go back to my place," you suggested bashfully.

"Whatever you're comfortable with," he offered picking up his head.

You squeezed his hand, pulling back and smiling at him dragged him to the door, "I'd like the second open."

"What was that?" Hunter asked.

"Given Echo's lack of anatomy, I supply crafted him that anatomy."

"So... you made him a dick?" Wrecker said confused.

"Precisely."

You wrapped both of your arms around Echo's taking about the legend known as Domino squad and who they were and his loathing of Commando Droids and the Techno Union. You guided him into the building of your apartment quietly as you let him ramble about his adventures with Clone Force 99 but he missed his 501st brothers but it was his duty to let them go. You steered both of you up to the higher floor where your residency was.

"It's not much but it's home," getting him to chuckle at all of the manuals on your book shelf, "there's always something to learn" you said dragging him to the couch and turning on the holo.

"I'm glad I'm not the only one who enjoys learning," he chuckled sitting. Echo's hand grabbed the pouch off his belt and stared at it, What was so important... It can't be... can it? Echo carefully opened the package so only his eyes could it, his jaw fell agape and he stared it for a moment before quickly closing it and putting it back on his belt.

"And?" You asked watching several emotions and questions play across his face.

"It's an uh... indecent attachment," Echo said staring at the roof for a moment contemplating why Tech made it, how long as he been waiting to give it to him and if this was the wrong time to find out.

"That's actually kind of sweet," Echo heard you say and was shocked bringing his attention back to you plopping yourself gently into his lap, "We don't have to use it if you don't want too or I'm more then happy just sitting here and talking for the rest of the night."

"Cute girl in my lap? I'm happy with either too," the shameless flirt came out before he even realized what he said, he smiled that part of his old self was still there, "Plus I don't know if it even works-"

You moved yourself and straddled him instead place you mouth by his neck see what he'd do. Echo tried to keep his breathing even, It's been forever since a woman's been this close. She obviously doesn't seem to mind, I need to stop minding. Echo opened up his neck in offering, letting his hand move your hips, "You really don't mind do you-" the pressure of your lips on his neck silenced him.

You kissed up his neck and pressed harder into the spots that made his breathing quicken while doing your best to make sure no marks were left, "Not in the slightest," you purred bringing your hands up to the ports on the top of his neck seeing if they had the same effect, "How about you kiss me and we'll see how tonight goes."

Echo smirked a little knowing he was a damn good kisser, he moved his hand to your mouth and pulled you towards him. He took your bottom lip between his putting pressure on them and pulling you closer with his lips. Your hands started tracing around the ports, his breathing got more shallow, "You really seem to like that" you breathed between kisses.

"It's pleasurable," he admitted.

"I thought so," you purred leaning back into him, "take this off," you said running your hand down the front of his uniform.

You saw the momentary confidence on his face fade but he complied taking it off, exposing pale skin and a thin sunken torso. You grabbed his face and pulled him back to your mouth before letting your hands trace around chest and ports, "You're handsome," you breathed resting your forehead on his staring down at him, "lay down," you said standing up and pushing him down on the couch. He looked at you but laid down his heart pounding. You crawled back onto his lap, moving your mouth down his neck again and then down his chest kissing everywhere while your hands played with his ports causing him to let out a small quiet moan. Your pressed your mouth into his chest mouth and quicken the tracing of your fingers making a silently loader moan escaped him.

The feeling in Echo started building up, every second making it harder to think. He sat up and pulled you up trying to center himself, "How about somewhere a little more comfortable for both of us and something a little more reciprocal?" he suggested nervously. You took his hand and guided him towards the bedroom, "Did you want to try it?" Your eyes flickering down to the pouch. He smiled putting his hand on your strap of your dress, "Wasn't exactly what I had in mind. I use to be quiet talented with mouth."

You took his hand and used it to removed the strap, "Prove it," you said taking the other strap off your self.

He stared you up and down blinking, mouth slightly watering, "Yes, ma'am," he watched you crawl on the bed waiting for him. Maker help me. He crawled on the bed, grabbed and kissed your hand up to your wrist and placed it on the back on his head nuzzling himself between your legs.

You let out a small 'ah' noise once his mouth made contact. A small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth seeing how wet you were for him already. You looked mildly embarrassed but he love, your fingers finding the ports and stroking them. Echo moaned into you, the warmth of it causing you twitch mildly for him. He ran his tongue up scooping gently into your soaked opening, savoring the sweet bland slick that was because of him. You felt him trail his tongue up to the delicate section of nervous sticking out, he adjusted his lips around it making a little vacuum seal with his mouth and twirling his tongue around it.

"Kark" you moaned your hips tilted into his mouth, pushing him harder against you.

He took his non useful arm around your leg and pulled you closer to him, letting his tongue coast up and down coaxingly. He could feel the electric feeling building up again, he brought his fingers to the the slit of the opening letting you cover his fingers before pushing them inside. He feel your clit engorging, content with himself that you were really attracted to him. He worked his lips up and down while his fingers tried to find the pace and motion you preferred.

"There," the word trembled out your head going further back into the pillow.

You could feel his arm trembling around your leg, you stroke him faster. Maker does this feel good. He took a chance, ever so gently stroking you upward with his teeth, "Echo," you moaned coming undone on his face with the surprising sensation. He pulled you closer to his face, his nose resting on you and his fingers not stopping as you road them through the sensation. You started shaking harder and he started shaking. You felt the moment the surge took him, his mouth came but his fingers went deep as they could, "Mesh'la," he let out shakily his breathing ragged. You cupped his cup cheek staring at him still panting staring at the bliss across his face and his big golden eyes staring at you. He carefully removed his hand still shaking, he licked each of his fingers and his eyes rapidly blicking he left out another small delish moan.

"I am jealous of whatever is going on in that neural connection," you scooted over creating space for him, "join me?"

He moved himself next to you, laying on his back his breathing still ragged, you rolled up and put yourself around his data and interlaced your legs with his. Echo was still reeling, his whole body felt like it was adrift on pleasure cruise, when you brought your hand to his chest he shuttered with a groan escaping. He brought your hand to his mouth, kissed and put it back on his chest covering it with his own. She's so beautiful, his hand tighten around yours and his arm also wrapped you closer.

"Handsome," you mumbled turning more into him, "and so so so talented."

"You're so beautiful," he looked admiring you, "I'm glad you think so. How about another one?" he offered.

"Maker please."

"Do you want to try it?” Echo asked awkwardly looking down at the pouch.

“We can just go see if it works, or I’ll happily keep your face between my legs,” you smiled.

Echo pulled himself up and finished stripping his leg armor and blacks. He watched you examine him, “See something you like?” he said slowly and awkwardly opening the bag.

“I really do think you’re handsome,” you smiled sitting up pulling him back towards you resting your face against his stomach and running your hands down the cold of his legs, “Nothing to be self conscious about or embarrassed about around me,” you said pulling back so he could fiddle with the attachment.

Echo attached two tiny connectors to the ports closes on each side of his lower stomach and one on each thigh, “So figured out what I am yet?” He teased smiling feeling the attachment connect and accepted into his system.

“Well… what do you want to be?” you asked pulling him back onto the bad.

“I’m definitely a happy man,” he kissed you until your head laid against the pillow, “Where I currently want to be however? Definitely in you,” Echo moved onto his elbow, letting his free hand trail down you while he took your pebbled nipple into his mouth letting his fingers drift back inside, “Do you know that you taste good?” He whispered into your ear.

You squirmed under him, his touch and the comment making a physical reaction. Bringing your hand back to his head, “Echo,” you breathed feeling his touch start being rougher and faster. You could feel yourself coating his fingers, he smiled pulling them out and using them to stroke the attachment and his stomach tense, you removed his hand and stroked it yourself. You moved your legs around his and flipped him on his back on the bed the smile turning into a grin, “How about a test run?” You worked it up and down watching parts of his body tense and release.

He tried flipping you but you planted your knees deeper into the bed in defiance, “Why don’t you back up then and put that tasty pussy back in my face?” He said enjoying the sensation but wanted it to be fair. Did I really just say that? After all this time I’m still the same. He watched you slowly turn around putting your legs back his arms and painfully to slow put your self on his mouth. ‘Maker’ he moaned feeling your grip tighten on him. Echo let his tongue slide in and out of you, twirling it around the inner edges of the split before working his mouth back down to your pulsating need for him. He hummed against it the small vibration making you press your self a little further down on his face, he let his hand trail around your body enjoying the sensation of your skin against his. He felt his leg start to lightly drum against the base board of the bed, I guess it’s my turn first this time.

You watched his leg drum and the other one start to quiver, you moved the hand that wasn’t stroking him to a connector on his leg wondering if he could feel both or if his body only registered one at a time. Surprised with your self you picked yourself off of him so you could see his face, he grabbed you and pulled you back down holding you there. Someone’s enjoying himself. You felt the moment he stopped, the orgasm take over. You gently continued to stroke him until his hand gently begged you to stop. You moved yourself back between his legs, you could see the speckling of sweat glistening his body and some of you on the corner of his mouth which took him no time to find and lick up with the tip of his tongue. Your eyes trailed around his body, the pale skin, big eyes, the bigger then normal lips and his jawline and cheeks sculpted like the maker made him himself. For me. His breathing was raspy but you wanted the rise and fall of his chest putting your hand on the his lungs slightly feeling the mechanical system underneath try to catch up.

“Do you think I’m a man?” He asked weakly, looking at your hand knowing what you were feeling.

“I do. One I wouldn’t mind getting to know more whenever your around.”

“I think I’d bore you,” he admitted.

You leaned up kissing across his collar bones, “Rules, regulations, reports, none of that could bore me as long as you were apart of them,” you paused leaning over his neck, “You’re the only man who hasn’t bored me,” you said kissing the base of his neck slightly pulling on it waiting to see if he’d stop you from making a mark but his moan and hand squeezing your hip was the green light, “You are not lesser Echo” you whispered before turning your attention back to his neck.

“I’d bring you with me if I could,” he said picking you up with the handful of hip he hand a grip on moving you back and plunging his cock attachment into you, his hips spreading bucking all of it into you, “No one’s made me feel like this before,” his voice sincere gentle and softly moving you up and down him. He brought the side of his non useful arm to your face nudging you up, watching you nuzzle the arm realizing how different and understanding you were compared to everyone.

Cautiously he moved himself back on top of you resting his forehead against yours, nearly pulling himself all the way out and rushing himself back in, “Is it comfortable?” he whispered.

“I wouldn’t be able to tell your anatomically defective” you teased, “If it feels good to you, that’s all I care about.”

“I care about you.”

“And I you.”

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