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wild-karrde · 1 year

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Hehe the menace has arrived. CONGRATS ON THE BIG 400!!! Im here with a hope that some Grunter may help warm your soul during these times. I’m thinking Typho/Hunter + “how can one man need so many bandanas?” It can be fluffy/angsty/saucy, whatever your brain vibes with 😎

TJ, MY FAVORITE MENACE/BETA-READER, I AS ALWAYS, APPRECIATE YOUR ENABLING. Grunter Fluff below the cut (tis a bit saucy, but I stand by it). LET THE CRACK SHIP SAIL ONCE MORE!!!

Pairing: Gregar Typho x Hunter (I know, it's crack, but I HAVE MY REASONS) - this pairing was originally introduced in my fic "Guarded" if you want to know the background

Rating: M (implied sexual content)

“Where the kriff is it?”

Gregar Typho dodged a flying Lula that had been precariously tossed around as he stepped onboard the Havoc Marauder. Peering into the aft end, he found Hunter on his hands and knees, rummaging around under the bunks.

“I know I saw it around here this morning,” the sergeant muttered under his breath as he pushed Wrecker’s clutter around.

Typho leaned a shoulder against the interior of the ship’s hull. “Lose something?” he asked.

Hunter had apparently been so absorbed in his search that he hadn’t noticed the captain’s appearance, and at the sound of his voice, he jumped, slamming his skull against the underside of the bunk. He swore loudly, rolling out from under it and sitting with his legs outstretched, rubbing at the back of his head. Typho chuckled, pushing off the wall and coming to squat in front of Hunter, tipping his head forward to inspect the back of it. He always loved running his fingers through Hunter’s curls and was more than happy to have a justified reason to do so.

“Not even a bump,” he teased, and Hunter huffed in reply.

“Have you seen my bandana?”

“Which one?” It was a running joke between the two of them, one that Hunter currently did not have the patience for.

“You know I only have the one.”

“Two.”

“The second one is a scarf. There’s a difference.”

Typho sighed dramatically. “How can one man need so many bandanas?”

Hunter rolled his eyes. “We’ve got to head out soon, and I really need to find it.”

“Why don’t you find another piece of something to tie your hair back with?” Typho offered. “It’s not like there’s any shortage of fabric scraps around the base.”

Hunter scrubbed his hands over his face. “I know that, but that… that one’s lucky.”

Typho paused, searching Hunter’s eyes. “What makes it lucky?”

Hunter scooted towards the opposite side of the ship, starting to dig around through some of the storage crates pushed against the wall as he tossed his answer over his shoulder. “Crosshair gave it to me right after we completed our training together. Made some snarky comment about making sure I could see things clearly.” He paused, glancing back at Typho, who was listening intently. “I-I know it’s silly, but I’ve always felt I make my best decisions with that thing. That I do see clearly.” He rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously. “I know superstitions aren’t real and that they don’t actually make a difference, but it feels like that bandana keeps me and my team safe. So that’s why I’m so stubborn about finding it.”

Typho watched him for another moment before coming to sit next to him. Heaving a deep sigh, he reached into his back pocket, pulling out the familiar piece of folded red fabric and handing it to Hunter. Hunter raised an eyebrow at him.

“You took it?”

The former Naboo captain shrugged. “I was hoping to keep something that smelled like you while you were away. Something to hold at night. Since you hardly wash that thing, I figured you wouldn’t miss it, but if that bandana gives you a better chance of returning to me safely, then it’s not worth the risk.” He smiled as Hunter took it, running the fabric through his fingers before he leaned over, cradling Typho’s jaw and kissing him gently.

“I’ll always return to you, Gregar.”

Typho leaned into his touch, placing his hands over the back of Hunter’s. “You had better.”

Hunter pressed his forehead to Typho’s. “I’m sorry I don’t have another shirt or scarf to give you, but I just did laundry. This shirt is the only one that I’ve worn recently.”

A wicked grin tugged at the corner of Typho’s lips. “Well, we could always dirty it up before you leave.”

“But then I’d have to take it off and find another.”

Typho pushed him to the ground, straddling his hips as he kissed along Hunter’s jaw, chuckling against his skin. “I think that’s a good compromise.”

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ladykatakuri · 1 year

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Stardust Reblog Challenge December Part 3

15th:

Soldier Boy: The Depth of Fear - Fives x Reader by: @zoeykallus

SFW

Wolffe x F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 SFW

Calling You - Crosshair x F!Reader by: @interstellarwraith SFW

Dincember: December 9 Lights - Din Djarin x Reader by: @dindjarindiaries SFW

Unreasonably In Love - Tech x GN!Reader by: @interstellarwraith SFW

Your Affection - Luke Skywalker x GN!OC!Reader by: @princessxkenobi Rating T or M

25 Days of Life Day 10 - Decorating Cookies with Fives - Fives x Reader by: @kaminocasey SFWish

All Along - Luke Skywalker x GN!OC!Reader by: @princessxkenobi SFW

Beyond - Prince! Luke Skywalker x Wife!OC Reader by: @princessxkenobi Rating T or M

Before Dawn - Luke Skywalker x F!Reader by: @princessxkenobi Rating E

In Command part 2 - Rex X OC! Senna Aven by: @wild-karrde SFW

Keep Me Warm - Wrecker x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFWish

The Things We Fight For - Hunter x Reader by: @arctrooper69 SFW

The Cottage part5 - Rebels!Rex X Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

25 Days of Life Day 9: Mistletoe - Crosshair x Reader by: @ladysongmaster SFW

25 Days of Life Day 11 - Matching Holiday Sweaters with Howzer by: @kaminocasey Suggestive language

Kix X Medic!Reader by: @wild-karrde SFW

Clone Effect-Rebels : Pivot Point - Rex X F!Shepard by: @clone-effect-nexus SFW

My Beloved Enemy: Harsh Words - Crosshair x Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Skinny Dipping - TBB /Cody/Fives x F!Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Dincember: December 11 Frost - Din Djarin x Reader by: @dindjarindiaries SFW

25 Days of Life Day 12: Life Day Ballet with Fox - Fox X Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

It Started With a Vacation - Crosshair x F!Reader by: @monako-jinn-stories SFW

It`s a Wonderful Lie - Obi Wan Kenobi x F!Reader by: @firstofficerwiggles SFW and NSFW depending on Ch4 choice

Tech: Aurora Means Dawn - Tech& various other characters including OCs by: @wild-karrde SFW

Do You Hear the People Sing part7. - Fox X F!Reader by: @kaminocasey SFW

Gregar Typho x Hunter by: @wild-karrde Rated M

House of Sins & Pleasures VII - Oberyn Martel x F!Reader and more by: @princessxkenobi NSFW

Dincember: December 12 Tree - Din Djarin and Grogu by: @dindjarindiaries SFW

Crosshair x GN!Reader by: @wild-karrde NSFW

A Soft Touch - Echo x Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Must Love Massifs - Sergeant Hound x GN!Reader by: @kaminocasey SFW

Imperial Tech by : @wild-karrde SFW

Tech and Omega by: @wild-karrde SFW

25 Days of Life Day 13 - Decorating the Palace with Boba - Boba Fett x F!Reader by: @kaminocasey SFW

Training for Failure - Echo x Reader by: @arctrooper69 SFW

Dincember-December 13: Warm - Din Djarin x Reader by: @dindjarindiaries SFW

25 Days of Life Day 14: Snowball Fight with Din Djarin - Din Djarin x Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

Loverboy Part 4 - Echo x Sith!Reader by: @kaminocasey SFW

Bloodied and Bruised - TBB x F!Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

27th:

Gar Cyare Chapter 9 - Alpha 17 x F!Reader by: @wanderinginksplot SFW

My Sunshine Is Sleeping - Kix x F!Reader by: @arctrooper69 SFW

Cold is the Night - Crosshair x F!Reader Chapter 2 by: @interstellarwraith SFW

Take My Hand - Obi Wan Kenobi x F!Reader by: @princessxkenobi SFW

Dangerous Seduction Imp TBB x F!Reader HCs - Imp!Echo x F!Reader Imp!Hunter by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Dincember 16: Family - Din Djarin x Astra Djarin by: @dindjarindiaries SFW

25 Days of Life Day 17 - Wrapping Gifts for the Corrie Guard with Thire by: @kaminocasey SFW

25 Days of Life Day 16 - Making Mulled Wine with Sinker by: @kaminocasey SFW

Dancing in the Rain - TBB/Cody/Rex X F!Reader by: @zoeykallus Slightly Suggestive

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teletraan-meets-jarvis · 2 years

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Author’s Notes: Hello Hello! So this fic is a little different as it's the first gift fic i've ever written. This was a gift for the wonderful and talented @wild-karrde on her birthday. It's a little "What If?/AU" ending for the series of fics she's written (The "Karrde-verse" if you will). This is purely me making up what could happen and has no basis on any future plans for the series, so there's no spoilers for the future of her fics here, but there are spoilers for her already written fics: "In Command", "Guarded" and "Reunion". If you've not already read those, go check them out!! Disclaimer: all the OCs mentioned in this fic are Karrde's and I have no baring on their wonderful creation.

Pairings: Captain Rex/ofc!Senna Aven/Atiniir, Hunter/Gregar Typho, Crosshair/ofc!Iden Vena, Echo/Sabé. Mentions of: Tech/ofc!Kestia Nodala and Garazeb Orrelios/Alexsandr Kallus.

Summary: With the wars and fighting over, members of the rebellion had finally set out and taken the chance to pursue their own lives outside of the conflict they'd known for so long. While they may be apart for now, their found family always finds time to see each other again.

Warnings: General - Fictional swearing

Word Count: 3.2k

The morning sun was low, casting a beautiful peach hue across the horizon. Senna’s bare feet quietly padded out onto the patio, while she cradled a cup of caf darker than the backdrop of the galaxy. The heat permeated the cup and warmed her organic hand as she went to take a sip, sighing as the bitter drink bloomed down her chest.

Across the farm, she spotted her husband, battling with one of their farm assistant droids who was giving him the runaround. A fond smile overcame the Jedi’s face as she watched the former captain curse after the runaway droid before shaking his head and returning to tending to their crops. They’d been blessed with a plentiful harvest this season which was set to bring them in enough credits to get the ball rolling on their retirement plan. Senna still could pinch herself, after everything they’d both faced over the majority of their lives, the universe had finally brought them their happy ending.

With that glowing feeling in mind, she set down the steps from their home and out into the farm.

Rex’s forehead glistened with a sheen of sweat from his manual labour, a look she never grew tired of. “Hard at work I see.”

“Someone has to be,” he teased with a cheeky smirk. He dropped the plough he’d been using and cracked his back, stretching his arms above his head to the point where his shirt rose up his abdomen ever so slightly, catching Senna’s eye. Ever the captain, Rex of course caught her in the act. “See something you like, Master Jedi?”

“Maybe I do,” she replied before stepping into his space. Rex’s hands found her shoulders, gently brushing down them before pulling her into a soft kiss. Even after all these years, these little moments with Rex managed to set her heart racing like a teenager falling in love for the first time.

All too soon he pulled back, running his hand down her left arm and cradling her mechanical fingers in his. Senna didn’t miss the way his thumb smoother across the worn-in Jaig Eyes etched into her ring finger, or the small smile on his face as he did so.

She squeezed his hand in hers before lifting the other to take another sip of her caf. “You excited to see everyone later?”

“Can’t wait,” Rex replied with a bright smile. After most of them had parted ways following the war, there was no denying the family bond between the companions they’d made over the years. They’d made a pact to always remain in contact, and to do a big meet up a few times a year when their busy lives managed to align.

“Come, let’s get you cleaned up. We better get started on cooking.”

“Yes ma'am.” Rex’s soldier voice came out in full force with his reply. “You know, we wouldn’t need this much prep time for food if you didn’t invite Wrecker.” He grumbled under his breath as he trudged back up towards the house behind his wife.

While Rex got himself showered and ready, Senna set about gathering the ingredients they’d been stockpiling for this very day. A plethora of local fruits, vegetables and meats, along with a few special imports, all sat spread out among the obnoxiously long makeshift dining table they’d cobbled together. Trying to fit sixteen people into their home around one table was a feat of engineering if Senna did say so herself. But they’d cracked it in the end. Some of their neighbours had old materials they didn’t have any use for, so in the end they were able to bolt together a few different shape and height tables along with a variety of chairs in different styles.

She heard Rex jogging down the steps, turning around she saw him pulling an apron on and his face was all business. “Alright, where do we start?”

They’d spent hours chopping, peeling and marinating for all the dishes they were looking to provide. They worked as a cohesive unit as she followed Rex’s lead and they moved around their cosy kitchen. It always made Senna chuckle internally. It seems they always managed to make just as good a team off the battlefield as on one.

A pinging noise grabbed Senna’s attention, directing it to the oven where one of their main courses was ready to go. She pulled a large meat joint from the oven, the steam from the heat settling on her brow as she heaved the dish onto the countertop. She wiped her forearm across her forehead, attempting to dislodge the flyaways from her face that had curled onto her damp skin.

While she took a moment to cool down after tackling the oven, her eyes fell onto the clock and immediately widened. “Hells it’s nearly fifteen standard.” Senna exclaimed as she looked down at herself. She had forgone the apron, leaving her clothes covered in various spice mixes and oil stains.

Rex chuckled at the state of her and nodded towards the stairs. “You go get ready, I can handle it from here.”

Twenty minutes later, Senna descended the stairs, now ready for their guests. However, she was stopped in her tracks by the smells of glorious food wafting through their home. “Dank Farrik we’re good.” she announced as she walked up behind Rex and wrapped her arms around his middle while he stirred a large pot of Joopa Stew, a meal he’d mastered from his time on Seelos and one that always gave him that look in his eye when he thought back fondly on his time with Gregor. “He would’ve loved this.” Senna said quietly as she squeezed Rex in a soft hug.

“Yeah, he would’ve.” Rex replied while giving her a small smile and reaching down to squeeze her arm in return.

The hum of ship engines pierced through the sounds of nature outside and Senna’s heart jumped with excitement. “They’re here!” she yelled to Rex before dashing to the front door.

The all chrome shuttle was powering down as Senna reached the door. The ramp slowly extended out to reveal Hunter and Typho with two little identical Pantorans in tow. Hunter had one of the twins perched on his shoulders, Senna thought it might be Padmé, allowing the little girl the chance to be a few centimetres taller than Gregar, and it was clear she was loving every minute of it. Typho followed suit, his large hand clasped around a teeny tiny blue one as he led their other daughter forwards towards the house.

It’d been a few years now since the couple had adopted their young daughters. They were on a relief mission with the Rebellion when they came across the two orphans, the Empire having abandoned them to the streets with no support. After they’d brought the two tiny pantorans back to base and had them cleaned up and well fed, It’d not taken much for Hunter and Gregar to decide to take the twins in as their own children. At the time, it was the most natural conclusion as the two men just radiated the energy that they were ready to be fathers.

“Mr and Mrs Atiinir, it’s good to see you again.” Gregar called out warmly, the skin around his eyepatch creasing as he smiled.

“Ah the Typhos!” Senna replied as she went to greet Gregar in a tight hug, before squatting down in front of Hunter and Gregar’s other daughter.

“Auntie Sen!” she squeaked before launching herself with a surprising amount of force at the Jedi, causing her to fall flat on her backside as she caught the tiny bundle of joy.

The woman laughed, affection welling up inside of her as she cradled the little one close. “Good to see you too, Kestia.” Senna looked up to see Rex clasping each of the men in a hug before Hunter handed off his pantoran backpack to the clone captain, who restored the young girl's height once more as she was placed on his shoulders.

“Daddy, look how much taller I am on Uncle Rex’s shoulders!”

“Alright alright, no need to rub it in.” Hunter grumbled with a fondness in his eyes as Gregar and Senna chuckled at his expense. The former came up behind Hunter and placed his hands on his shoulders before leaning down to kiss his cheek.

“I wouldn’t have you any other way.” Gregar spoke softly to Hunter whose face broke out into a flustered flush, still so easily riled up by his partner.

Hunter cleared his throat, trying to will away his blush before speaking. “We the first ones to arrive then?”

“Yeah, we think Wolffe, Fives, Tech, Wrecker, Crosshair and Iden will be coming together from the military base. Echo and Sabé should be here any minute and I think they were picking up Omega on route.”

“It’ll be good to see them all again.” Hunter replied, clearly looking forward to reuniting with his old squad and closest siblings.

“No Ahsoka?�� Gregar asked.

Rex shook his head before explaining, “she’s off on a mission at the moment, but she sends her love along with the Ghost crew.”

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After the Typhos had been settled in, two more ships landed across the farm. The first belonged to Iden and Crosshair, who’d passed on the option to share a ride with the four brothers flying from their base of operations. The second, was those very brothers, who were taking a surprisingly long time to walk across to the house.

“So, how’s married life treating you?” Senna asked Crosshair while Iden caught up with Gregar and Hunter.

“Not much different,” the sniper grunted. His words had caught Iden’s attention and made her roll her eyes at the man.

“Ever the romantic.”

Crosshair replied, his confidence still in full force. “You knew what you were signing up for with me, Lieutenant.”

“And I question my choices every day,” Iden joked before dipping down to give her new husband a quick peck. Senna couldn’t help but smile at Crosshair and Iden’s antics, the sniper had truly met his match with his beautiful wife.

Not a second later, Padmé and Kestia came dashing inside, and Crosshair’s rough demeanour immediately softened at the sight of his nieces. The sniper hooked an arm around Padmé as she ran past, making the young girl squeal in delight before he pulled her onto his lap.

The sniper leaned down conspiritally to talk to the little Pantoran. “You miss me?” he questioned and she gave the most enthusiastic nod, to the point Senna feared she may hurt her neck. Crosshair gave a small smile. “Missed you too kid. You been causing havoc for your dad for me?” His question made the young girl giggle.

“Don’t corrupt her.” Hunter complained to his brother with a smirk, who rolled his eyes at him for having ruined his fun.

Senna’s attention was redirected when the front door burst open, making the hinges rattle as Fives stood in the doorway looking pleased with himself. “Honey I’m homeeee! You miss me?”

The Jedi shook her head with a fondness at having her friend burst back into her life in such a characteristic way. “Like a droid misses it’s processor.”

“I was actually talking to Rex.” Fives clarified with a smirk as he leaned back against one of the countertops next to where Rex was cooking. Senna huffed before shoving Fives in the arm, falling straight back into their easy banter.

Next through the door were Fives’ fellow travel companions, the first being Wrecker, who bounded in excitedly. Senna and Rex had no time to escape before Wrecker cradled them both in a bone-crushing hug. “Missed you guys!”

“Back at you, Wreck.” Rex groaned out the reply against his lungs wishes.

After her organs returned to their original places in her body following their hug from Wrecker, Senna watched as Tech and Wolffe strolled in. Without even saying a quick ‘hello’, Tech was straight onto the technical talk, his eyes locked onto his datapad as usual. “Before we came, I found out about a device which may help with your harvest monitoring. I took the liberty of setting up a prototype which I've installed in your barn.”

“That’s great, thanks so much Tech.” Senna said with a heartfelt smile before knocking Tech’s datapad out of the way and clasping her friend in a tight hug. “Now come here. I missed you, Goggles.”

“And I you.” the genius replied genuinely before relenting and wrapping his arms around the Jedi.

“Uncle Tech!!”

“Hello little Nebula.” The genius greeted Kestia Typho with the nickname he came up with while the little girl latched onto his leg with an iron grip. He smoothed a hand down her lilac hair and she beamed up at him. Gregar watched on with a smile that nearly brought Senna to tears as she thought about what it must mean for both Gregar and Tech to share these moments with the little girl.

Senna knew Tech had never had another partner following the death of the queen of Naboo that he loved dearly. There were many nights after where Tech and Senna would sit and chat, well she let Tech talk while she listened to every word he had to say. The clone had never anticipated falling in love, especially not in the way he did and with such a powerful and head strong Jedi. But Kestia Nodala had been everything to him in the short time they had together, and when she passed, Tech knew that had been it for him. He’d never feel with another person what he felt with Kestia. As hard as it was to accept she’d gone, decades later, Tech held the love they had so dearly to his heart. Senna knew how grateful he was to have even known her at all and she could sympathise. The times she’d been away from Rex, on good terms and bad, had been the hardest things she’d ever had to do. Now, Kestia Nodala may be gone, but her legacy lived on in Hunter and Gregar’s little girl. The way she gravitated towards Tech so naturally, it was almost as if she knew.

Across the way, Rex had clasped Wolffe in a brotherly hug which started off as awkward as it always did before Wolffe finally relaxed into the affection and returned the gesture.

Finally, the last ship descended into the designated parking zone, and eventually Echo, Sabé and Omega all strode up the few steps to the house.

Hunter was first to the door as the trio stepped through, making a beeline for Omega who despite being a grown woman, still locked her arms around her big brother’s neck as if she were only ten. “Hey kid.” the former sergeant greeted.

“How’s Alara?” Wrecker asked the young Jedi with a large grin of barely concealed restraint which Omega returned.

“She’s good, the students absolutely love her. For a non-Force sensitive, I think the temple would be lost without her at this point.” Omega’s cheeks tinted rose as she spoke highly about her girlfriend. There’s no question she’s related to Hunter then, Senna thought smugly.

Sabé was immediately commandeered by Iden and Gregar the moment she set foot into the house, leaving Echo to catch up with Fives, Wolffe and Crosshair who all clapped the man on the back in welcome.

After all the greetings were done, everyone settled around the large, makeshift table to start their feast.

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Everyone’s plates were piled with layers upon layers of food and Senna could almost laugh at the image of her and Rex a few days prior panicking that they didn’t have enough to feed everyone. Oh how wrong we were, we’ll be eating leftovers for the foreseeable.

Across the table, scattered bits of conversation were being relayed. “We got a message from Kallus by the way, he’s settling into Lira San life pretty well by the looks of things. Also think he and Zeb have made things official.” Fives announced in between bites of his food.

“Kriffing finally, was sickening watching those two make doe eyes at each other during the rebellion.” Wolffe grumbled, making everyone chuckle.

“Want to watch your language in front of the kids, Uncle Wolffe?” Fives teased mercilessly.

“Call me Uncle Wolffe again-”

“Sorry, Uncle Wolffey.” Wolffe’s glare hardened further as he dropped his spoon into his meal and turned his full attention to Fives, who was not phased by the commander’s threatening gaze in the slightest, still grinning like a loth cat. Beside Fives, Echo rubbed a hand down his face, clearly perplexed that his brother simply never learned.

Thankfully, before things could escalate further, Rex stepped up behind them and placed a hand on each of their shoulders with a chuckle. “That’s enough you two.”

It still blew Senna’s mind to this day that Fives, Tech, Wolffe and Wrecker all managed to live together without killing each other every other week. Aside from the cutting sarcasm three of them shared, as a group, they couldn’t be more different people. Yet somehow it just worked. Wolffe and Wrecker got on like a house on fire, it seemed during the times Wolffe struggled integrating with the rebels, Wrecker’s easy companionship and encouragement to join him on the blaster ranges had helped bring the old commander out of his shell more and more, which had been a relief for all of them to see. Fives’ energetic nature matched with Wreckers’ perfectly, making the two of them complete menaces to Tech and Wolffe. But in the quieter moments, when Wolffe and Fives would share war stories and memories from a time so long ago, Wrecker would regularly assist Tech with whatever experiment or invention he was tinkering with. The unlikely quartet had remained with the rebellion turned New Republic following the fall of the Empire. The dark cloud of the Emperor’s influence had left havoc and destruction in its wake on many worlds which were now struggling to rebuild. The four clones were part of the relief teams, helping different colonies and species create new lives and homes on their war torn worlds.

Senna sat there for a moment as she took everything in, the pleasant chatter of her big family all settled around the table. Rex as he joked with his brothers, while Omega relayed stories to Hunter as his eyes glowed with pride. Tech’s subtle glances at little Kes, smiling as he watched his niece assist Echo in giving Fives absolute grief, every bit the strong woman she was named after. Gregar, Iden and Sabé reminiscing about the past. Crosshair and Wrecker as they joked amongst themselves, the previous fractures in their close relationship long forgotten. For some reason, Senna knew that moment right then would be forever etched into her mind as one of pure bliss and happiness. The result of everything they fought all those years for finally came to it’s head as they sat all together in freedom for the first time. Senna’s eyes stung ever so slightly as she marvelled on her found family. She thanked the Force for giving her such a beautiful moment, before she returned to her surroundings and aided Kestia and Echo in their teasing of Fives.

Across the room, Rex caught her eye, having noticed her time of reflection. His voice echoed softly in her mind. Everything alright?

She gave him a content smile that held everything she felt in that moment. Never better.

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wild-karrde · 2 years

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HI YOU! YES YOU, HELLO THERE!

My wonderful friend, given the absolute chaos of our chats yesterday, I am going to leave this little prompt here for you to giggle at.

Hunter and Gregar (because Grunter supremacy) with the prompt being around short king Hunter getting angry at something and Gregar finding it unreasonably attractive...

I have no dialogue prompt because i've mind blanked and I also wanna give you the freedom to do your thing. Sorry not sorry, you've made me this way about angry Hunter so you get to deal with my silly asks 😁

TJ, YOU KNOW THIS CRACK SHIP IS MY UTTER WEAKNESS, SO OF COURSE, I MUST FOLLOW THROUGH. If you're new here, this ship exists only in my fic-verse (if that's a thing), but also if these two ever interact for any reason I WILL BE UNHINGED. (Also, any excuse to use this photoshop I spent WAY too much time on):

GRUNTER SMUT BELOW THE CUT (along with some "Reunion" and "Shadows and Shades" spoilers). +18 (Minors SKEEDADDLE - oral sex, cum eating)

“KARKING HELLS!” The loud crash coming from the comm room next door made Gregar Typho nearly jump out of his skin, but nothing could have surprised him more than seeing the mostly even-tempered sergeant of Clone Force 99 emerge a moment later, all alone.

What in the galaxy has his bandana in a twist?

Hunter’s eyes never met Typho’s, but he could still see those amber irises he shared with his brothers were ablaze, his shoulders heaving with enraged pants. Hunter ran his fingers through his hair, a muscle in his cheek twitching as a vein throbbed at his temple. With a low mutter of another curse that sounded more like a growl, he stormed off in the opposite direction, still not having noticed Gregar watching him with a heated gaze.

Well… that’s new. And a bit of a turn-on if I’m honest.

The former captain of the Naboo Guard stood from the table he was seated at, heading after Hunter.

Typho followed the sergeant for a few minutes until he turned and stormed into a supply closet in a more isolated corridor. Gregar bounced on his heels for a moment, wondering if it would be better to walk away and let Hunter work through his anger alone. A loud thud against the door changed his mind. He tried the door panel, but it was locked, so he softly rapped his knuckles against the durasteel.

“Hunter?”

He heard the huff of a sigh before the door hissed open. Hunter’s eyes were still alight with whatever anger he felt, but it was clear he was starting to tire himself out. Gregar cupped his cheek before stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He punched the button to click the lock back into place before placing his hands on Hunter’s shoulders, trying to read his expression.

“What is it?”

Hunter scrubbed his hands over his face. “Crosshair and Iden. They’re putting themselves in danger. And I just can’t… I can’t…” His words trailed off into a frustrated groan, tipping forward so that his forehead rested against Gregar’s chest. Typho hummed, resting his chin on the top of Hunter’s head before giving his shoulders a squeeze, pressing him back.

“You’ve had more than that on your mind lately. You don’t get like this. You’re normally the calm, collected one with everything under control.”

Hunter chuckled, but there was no mirth in it. “Everyone has their breaking point.”

Gregar leaned back against a crate, resting his palms against the lid. “Tell me about it then.”

“Gregar, we have very little time together as it is. I’m not going to spend it-”

“Hunter.” The sergeant grew silent, his eyes finally meeting Gregar’s one good one. “Tell me,” the captain encouraged.

Hunter leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms. “This whole mission with Crosshair and Iden is one huge disaster. They insist they have everything handled, but they continue to be reckless, and they keep lying to me. He’s always been like this, always so sure that he’s in the right, even if it puts everything in jeopardy.” The ember in Hunter’s eyes flared again as though someone had blown on a dying coal, his jaw setting hard enough to enunciate his jawline. Gregar couldn’t help the way his eyes traced the twitch of the muscles in Hunter’s neck, his thoughts drifting to what it would feel like to press his tongue there. Hunter was still talking.

“And don’t even get me started on that shithead, Fives. He’s a kriffing menace. I can’t believe he and Echo were batch mates. Astounds me, truly.” His voice had dropped to a gruff growl that reminded Gregar of the way his voice sounded when they’d first reunite after time apart. He could almost feel the way Hunter’s breath felt against his skin as he growled against the shell of his ear, telling him how much he missed him as he impaled him on his cock. Typho swallowed hard as his pants got a little tighter.

Hunter was getting more riled up, his temple throbbing again as his nostrils flared. Typho was getting worked up as well, but in a very different way. He was struggling to hear what his lover was saying as the blood began rushing in his ears. A few seconds later, he couldn’t take it anymore. He stood, crossing the room and pinning Hunter up against the wall. The sergeant’s rant cut off abruptly, his eyebrows raising as Typho leaned down, grazing his teeth against the pulse point at his throat as he pulled his tunic aside to get access to more of his skin.

“Gregar-”

“Keep going,” Typho rasped. “Keep telling me what’s bothering you.”

Hunter swallowed hard, his breath stuttering as Typho sucked a mark along his collarbone.

“W-well… S-Senna’s been giving me a lot of grief lately as well.”

“Mhm,” Typho hummed against his skin. “Tell me.” The captain began kissing his way down Hunter’s chest, slowly sinking to his knees in front of Hunter. The sergeant still hadn’t resumed his rant as Gregar began undoing his belt. He looked up at his lover, his gaze oozing innocence as a wicked smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Go on, tell me, love.”

Hunter sighed as Typho’s warm hands freed his cock, gently beginning to stroke him. His hips tried to buck off the wall, but Gregar gripped him tightly, pinning him there and resting his cheek against Hunter’s now bare hip as he worked his hardening cock almost lazily. Gregar had to fight the swell of warm pride and arousal that rushed through him as he watched Hunter struggle to regain his composure.

“Senna?” he prompted Hunter, almost teasing.

Hunter groaned as he felt Typho’s grip twist around him. “Sen… she… she’s started hanging out with Fives more. And as you can imagine, that HNGGGG-”

Gregar smiled to himself at Hunter’s reaction as he took him into his mouth, his cock sitting heavy on his tongue. He glanced up in time to see Hunter’s head slam back against the wall, his chest heaving. His irises were alight now, but his pupils were blown wide, almost enveloping them in darkness. Gregar met his gaze before sucking gently, his tongue tracing the spot just beneath the head of Hunter’s cock that he knew would buckle his knees. Hunter’s fist slammed against the wall before he tipped his head back, gasping. Gregar felt another flush of arousal course through him at the sight of Hunter’s neck muscles twitching, his Adam’s apple bobbing in the dim lighting of the supply closet before he looked back down, his mouth hanging ajar. Gregar paused his motions, and Hunter figured out the game quickly. He inhaled deeply before continuing.

“S-Senna has been hanging out with Fives more, and Maker, I know she misses Rex, so I feel like I can’t make too much of an issue out of her pranks, but they’re starting to interfere with…”

Hunter’s words barely carried over the rush in Typho’s ears as he began eagerly bobbing his head again, taking Hunter a little deeper each time. He rested one hand on Hunter’s thigh, feeling his muscles kick and twitch underneath his trousers as he fought against the urge to buck into Typho’s mouth. Finally, Gregar buried his nose in the dark curls that haloed around the base of Hunter’s cock, and he felt Hunter groan as he pressed against the back of his throat. Typho held him there before swallowing hard, which cut off Hunter’s speech suddenly once more.

“Gregar, I won’t last,” he gasped.

Typho released him with a sinful pop. “You’re not meant to. Now keep telling me what’s bothering you. I want to make you feel better.” Taking Hunter’s hand, he guided it to the back of his head, and he watched as Hunter swallowed thickly once more.

“You’re certain?” he asked, a hint of concern briefly overcoming the lust in his eyes.

In response, Typho took his cock back in his mouth, maintaining eye contact as he took him to the base again and swallowed. This time, Hunter couldn’t keep himself from thrusting his hips, eliciting a gag from Gregar. Hunter immediately froze, pulling his hips back, but Typho chased him, bobbing his head and humming as Hunter groaned loudly. Hunter’s fingers wove through Typho’s tight curls before finding purchase, and Typho hummed again, pulling another sharp exhale from Hunter as the sergeant began to lazily thrust into his mouth.

“I just want things to run smoothly around here,” he muttered. “But it seems as if everyone is hellbent o-on flying by the seat of their pants.” His thrusts were growing more sloppy as he gritted out his frustrations. Typho relaxed his throat, working his tongue along the bottom of Hunter’s shaft.

“J-just want to get everyone to h-h-have a bit of common sense,” Hunter’s speech faltered, and Typho could feel his cock throb.

He’s close.

Hunter stopped talking, his head rolling back to rest against the wall as he lost himself in the feeling of Typho’s mouth. The captain redoubled his efforts, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth.

“G-Gregar I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

Gregar took him to the back of his throat, swallowing hard, and that was the tipping point. With a stuttering grunt and gasp, Hunter emptied himself into Typho’s mouth in several spurts, and the captain swallowed everything he gave him. Sweat dripped from Hunter’s brow as he slipped to the floor, his back resting against the wall. Gregar moved to sit next to him, slipping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him against him. The two of them shifted until Hunter was sitting between Gregar’s legs with his back resting against his chest. Gregar leaned forward, brushing some of Hunter’s dark brown hair from his temple before placing a soft kiss there.

“Feel better?” he teased quietly.

Hunter huffed an amused laugh as he gingerly tucked himself back into his pants while trying to regain his breath. “What… what in the galaxy brought that on?”

Gregar shrugged, feeling Hunter melt back against him. “You were more uptight than I’ve ever seen you, so I figured I know one way to make you unwind.”

Hunter grinned, tipping his head back to meet Typho’s gaze. “Well maybe I should get angry more often.”

Typho smiled as he leaned down to press his lips to Hunter’s. “As attractive as I found it, it doesn’t suit you, love.”

Hunter’s fingers slipped around the back of his head, gentler as he pulled him deeper into the kiss, mumbling against his mouth.

“If you say so.”

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A/N: ALRIGHT. IT IS TIME TO PUSH THIS ROWBOAT OF A SHIP INTO THE WATER. For those of you that are new here, this ship starts in my fic "Guarded" (which is mentioned here). There are also some spoilers for "Reunion", so if you're looking to read that spoiler free, I'd start there and come back. Anyway...*hands you life jacket and oar* ONWARD! As always, thank you to the outstanding @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta reading this for me (and for coining the ship name 'Grunter', which amuses me to no end).

Rating: E (18+ MINORS TAKE A HIKE - oral sex, anal play, anal sex, cum eating)

Hunter sipped his drink as he watched the festivities of Rex and Senna’s wedding reception play out in front of him. He was trying to keep his gaze focused forward and ignore the heat of the body standing next to him that seemed to grow a little closer with every passing second. He could no longer differentiate between the pounding of his own pulse in his ears and the echo of Gregar Typho’s as it accelerated with every millimeter that seemed to disappear between them.

It had been rushed kisses and touches in the hallway in passing, stolen moments that they’d never really discussed the meaning of, but as Gregar’s fingers brushed his, Hunter’s mouth suddenly was bone dry, and he took another sip of the drink in his hand to try and quell his thirst. A sweat broke out across the surface of his palm as Gregar’s finger hooked his, pulling their hands together, and he allowed his hand to relax into the warmth of their interlaced palms. Gregar leaned over, and Hunter felt the warmth of his breath against the skin on his neck as he whispered in his ear.

“Big turnout.”

Hunter grunted in agreement. “Yep. The whole base is out here.”

Gregar hummed, and the sound sent a shiver down Hunter’s spine. “If the whole base is out here, then it sounds like inside would be pretty empty. What do you think?”

Hunter glanced at the former captain of the Naboo Guard out of the corner of his eye. The eyepatch he wore reflected the lighting back with a dull glow, but Gregar’s good eye was boring into him, sending heat shooting to his extremities. There was an eagerness and anticipation in his gaze that mirrored Hunter’s own feelings, but there was still a certain apprehension that the sergeant felt tightening his gut, and he wasn’t certain if he could pinpoint the source. It had been quite a while since he’d pursued anyone romantically, much less been pursued, and while Gregar had made his attraction pretty clear, Hunter couldn’t help but worry that it was going to all end abruptly as so many of his other encounters had. He swallowed hard.

“I suppose you’d be right.”

Gregar gave one last look around before jerking his head towards the base entrance. Hunter glanced around to see if anyone would notice their absence, but at this point, everyone had had plenty to eat and drink, and they were all more concerned with dancing or celebrating with the happy couple. Setting his drink down, he quickly followed Gregar inside.

Gregar’s footsteps were quick, his boots echoing in the silence of the base as he led Hunter through the darkened hallways until he pulled him into the barracks.

“Been wanting to get you alone all night,” he breathed, pressing Hunter against the wall and grazing his teeth against his throat. One hand rested against the sergeant’s hips while the other slipped around the back of his head, tangling in his long, dark locks and pulling their faces together. Hunter could hardly contain the hunger that swept through him at the feeling of Gregar’s scruff against his jaw, the smell of his skin, and the nip of his teeth against Hunter’s lower lip. Any normal person would have their senses overwhelmed as it was. For Hunter it felt like he was drowning, but he was happy to do it as Gregar’s tongue slipped into his mouth experimentally before he started making his way down his jaw to his throat, yanking the collar of his tunic aside to suck a bruise along his collar bone. Hunter groaned, his hands frantically gripping the fabric of Gregar’s shirt with almost enough strength to rip it as the captain tugged his tunic the rest of the way open, baring his chest, and worked his lips across his collar bone, scraping his teeth along Hunter’s’ shoulder and drawing another groan from him.

“I love that sound,” Gregar mumbled against his skin, and Hunter smirked in between his increasingly ragged breathing.

“Bet you could get me to make a lot more that you enjoy.” It was by far the boldest thing he’d ever let pass between them, Gregar normally taking the lead. The captain straightened, his single pupil blown wide, searching Hunter’s eyes as his shoulders heaved with his pants.

“You mean that?”

Hunter paused. He knew this would be stepping into uncharted territory. Sure, he’d been physically intimate with plenty of people before now, but something about the way Gregar looked at him led him to believe that this wasn’t just going to be a one-night experience. At least, he hoped not. They’d spent months circling each other before Gregar had finally taken the initiative, crossing the line Hunter was afraid to and kissing him gently in an empty hallway. Since then, it had been nothing but stolen moments and lingering touches when Gregar was on base and no one was around. Hunter wasn’t ashamed of whatever was happening between them, but he also hadn’t been ready to really have everyone else know, not until he was certain what this was. His friendship with the captain had formed from mutual respect on Naboo, and only grown from there as they bonded before it became something else entirely. Now, as he felt Gregar’s fingers linger on his bare hips, waiting for his response, he still wasn’t sure where they were headed, but he knew he wanted more. Now.

“Yeah. I do.”

Gregar leaned against him, kissing his neck gently and working his way up to Hunter’s ear as his hands moved lower, cupping Hunter’s growing erection through the front of his pants. Hunter bit back a moan, his hips jolting into Gregar’s touch as the captain whispered in his ear.

“Do you normally give or receive?”

Hunter chewed his lip nervously. He’d normally always been a giver, driving into his lovers while they laid below him writhing, but he’d never been asked before by a partner what he would actually prefer. He’d known for a while that he really didn’t have a preference, but he’d never been with a partner that he trusted enough to give control to.

“Give. But I’m open to both.”

“What would you like me to do?” Gregar asked softly, his hands working at Hunter’s belt. The gentleness of his tone melted Hunter’s heart, and his knees trembled as he replied.

“I-I want to feel you inside me. I’d like you to be in control.”

Typho pulled back, searching his eyes. “You’re sure?”

“I am.”

Typho pulled Hunter towards the bunk that he’d been sleeping in, gently pressing him to a seated position on one side as he knelt between Hunter’s knees. “Why different this time?” he asked as he removed Hunter’s boots.

Hunter could barely focus, his cock straining against the front of his trousers as Gregar removed both of his boots before standing and stripping off his own shirt. “I-I’m not sure. I’ve always wanted to, but never really felt comfortable asking and never got asked. Never trusted anyone,” the sergeant admitted sheepishly.

Typho hummed as he undid Hunter’s pants before gently pushing him back into the bunk and climbing in after him, swinging his legs towards the end of the bed and carefully straddling one of the sergeant’s thighs. His hand drifted under the waistband of the Hunter’s trousers, and Hunter keened in anticipation at his touch. “Alright, well I want you to tell me if you change your mind. Alright? No matter when it is,” Gregar rasped. “If you want to stop, we’ll stop, and we can switch or just lie here together.”

“I understand,” Hunter managed to get out before Gregar’s hand wrapped around his cock and he arched into his lover’s touch.

“Relax. I’ve got you.”

“Maker above, don’t stop.”

Gregar began lazily stroking Hunter as he kissed his neck, and the sergeant gripped his forearm, whipping his head around to find Gregar’s lips as he whimpered into his mouth. The captain chuckled as he gripped Hunter a little more firmly, rubbing his thumb over the head of Hunter’s cock and collecting the drop of precum that had formed. Pulling his hand from Hunter’s pants, he sucked his thumb clean, and Hunter groaned at the look of bliss on his face.

“Can I taste you?” Typho asked.

“Please,” Hunter begged. He’d never fallen apart like this for anyone, but now, as Gregar tugged his pants and undergarments off in one swift motion, he felt a shiver run through his body. The dim lighting in the barracks still managed to illuminate Gregar’s chest, broad and scarred like his own, with a dark smattering of hair across his pectorals, trailing down to below his pants. There was muscle, but also a soft layer of fat around his middle that Hunter was already imagining digging his fingers into. The very sight of Gregar kneeling above him made his cock jump, and the captain noticed, smirking as he leaned down and placed a kiss to the head of Hunter’s cock before he flattened his tongue and licked a long stripe from his balls up the vein that ran along the underside until he reached the tip and took it into his mouth, sucking gently. Hunter’s hips bucked off the bunk, but Gregar pinned them down with his hands before he began slowly bobbing his head up and down, taking Hunter a little deeper each time. The warmth of his tongue against the head, swirling languidly with every pass made Hunter’s eyes roll back in his head, punching the wind from his lungs. He didn’t miss the way Gregar’s hands slipped below to undo his pants and pull his own cock out to begin stroking himself in time with each bob of his head. The sight alone nearly made Hunter topple over the edge, and he dug his fingers into the thin sheets.

“Shit. G-Gregar I-I-I can’t…shit. I won’t last.”

The captain chuckled with Hunter’s cock in his mouth and Hunter’s hips jolted again before Gregar released him with a sinful pop, continuing to stroke him with his unoccupied hand. “Alright. I want to take my time with you.” Sliding down off Hunter’s hips, Typho pulled a small bottle from one pocket of his trousers, dribbling a little bit of lube on his fingers before setting the bottle aside and sinking back down between Hunter’s thighs.

“Are you ready?”

Hunter dug his teeth into his lower lip, nodding as he felt Gregar’s finger gently trace down his taint before pressing at his entrance. His first finger slipped inside easily, and after a few minutes, he added a second, scissoring carefully before slipping in a third. Hunter was already gasping and writhing as Typho glanced up at him, curling his fingers inside of him enough to send fireworks shooting across his vision, but not enough to send him over the edge.

“Do you play back here?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re almost ready.”

“I-I-I’ve been known to,” Hunter gasped. “Bought myself a toy once just to see how it would go.”

“Pretty well I take it.”

“Very.”

Gregar chuckled. “You’re full of surprises.”

Another wave of boldness overtook Hunter. “Rather be full of something else.”

Gregar’s fingers stopped working and Hunter looked down to see the captain watching him, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “That can be arranged.” Hunter felt Gregar pull his fingers from his ass, and he groaned at the loss as the former captain shed the rest of his garments before clambering in between Hunter’s legs again, resting his hands on the back of Hunter’s thighs and pressing them back and apart gently.

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”

“Yes. Just go slow.”

“Alright. Relax for me.”

Hunter exhaled, trying to relax himself even though he was quivering with anticipation and nerves. He watched as Gregar took the bottle of lube again, spreading it generously along his own cock before taking it in one hand, nudging against Hunter’s entrance, making him shudder.

“Hunter?” Gregar’s voice was concerned.

“Please.” The request was the breathiest word Hunter had ever spoken.

Hunter tipped his head back and gasped as the head of Gregar’s cock breached his entrance, pushing past the tight ring of muscle and stretching him slightly before the sting faded to pleasure. The captain groaned as he carefully thrusted into him, slowly inching his way inside with every stroke. “Fuck, Hunter,” he swore under his breath. Hunter whined, reaching down to grip Gregar’s thigh, squeezing him tightly to spur him on. The captain fell forward, bracing himself on either side of Hunter’s head before he rolled his hips, burying himself deeper. Hunter groaned loudly, digging his heels into Gregar’s back as he bottomed out.

“D-don’t stop. Maker don’t stop.”

It only took a few minutes for Gregar to build a rhythm, his hips slapping against Hunter’s ass as he fucked him at a steady pace, the only sounds the in the room being the sound of skin against skin and the moans and gasps of the two men. Hunter’s cock was hard against his stomach, precum smeared across his abdomen with a string of it connecting to the head. With a shaking hand, he released the blankets with one hand to slowly begin stroking himself in time with Gregar’s thrusts, and the sight drew a groan from the captain, who leaned down, kissing him feverishly.

“That’s it. Touch yourself. Make yourself feel good.”

Hunter smirked in between gasps. “You’re doing a fairly decent job of that yourself.”

Gregar readjusted, pulling Hunter closer to him as he panted against his neck, dragging his tongue across the tendons that were standing out under his skin. “I’d give you anything if you just keep making those sounds.” He thrusted again, and Hunter growled, leaning up to dig his teeth into Gregar’s shoulder. One of Gregar’s hands slipped behind his head, tangling in his hair and pulling their foreheads together while his other hand clamped on Hunter’s hip, his fingers bruising the skin there as their bodies collided again and again. Hunter felt like every thrust was knocking the wind from his lungs, his vision beginning to blur as tears pooled at the corners of his eyes. Gregar pressed his mouth against Hunter’s, his tongue slipping past Hunter’s lips to glide against his. It seemed as though they were alternating between kissing and panting against each other, swallowing the moans and praises each gave the other as if those sounds alone would sustain them. Hunter squirmed underneath the captain, his fingernails digging into Gregar’s back as he felt himself approaching the precipice far sooner than he cared to.

“I-I-I want…uhn…Gregar.”

“What do you want?” Gregar asked, his breath hot against Hunter’s neck, his voice an octave lower than normal. “Tell me.”

“I want you to take me from behind,” Hunter said quietly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Gregar pulled out of him abruptly, and Hunter whined at the loss. The captain surged forward and kissed him hard enough to make him shiver before tapping him on the thigh. “Hands and knees for me, handsome.”

Hunter scrambled to comply with an eagerness that he’d never experienced with anyone, arching his back as he felt Gregar position himself between his knees, spreading them a little wider and placing a hand on the small of his back before he took his cock in his hand and pressed back in. Hunter moaned loudly as Gregar bottomed out again, his hips pressed against Hunter’s ass.

“You take me so well,” Gregar said, his voice low and husky as his hands dug into Hunter’s hips, pulling him back into him with each thrust. “You’re so fucking perfect. So good. Been thinking about this for so long, and Maker, it’s so much better than I imagined.”

“You…imagined this?” Hunter asked in between pants.

“Ever since you found me during that morning run on Naboo. No shirt, chest soaked with sweat. Maker, you were gorgeous. I had to readjust to hide how hard I was. Never…never thought you’d return my affections. Was afraid to pursue you.”

Hunter felt his face flush with heat at Gregar’s words. “And now here we are.”

“Should have done this sooner.”

“We’ve got plenty of time.”

The bunk began to creak and rattle as Gregar increased his pace, and it was all Hunter could do to not shout as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through him every time his lover’s cock stroked that spot inside of him. He started to rock backwards to meet each thrust, and he could feel a sheen of sweat slicking his skin. He buried his face in the pillow in front of him, his fingers digging into the sheets as he tried to stifle his crescendoing moans. Fingers slipped into his hair, gripping tightly and turning his head to the side. “I want to hear all of those sounds, Hunter. Don’t you dare hide them from me.” The grip on his hair released, and when he tossed a glance over his shoulder, he had to dig his teeth into his lip at the sight of Gregar Typho’s furrowed brows as he stared down at where the two of them were joined, sweat trickling from his temple as he pursed his lips with every thrust. The way the captain was concentrating on him shot molten heat through his veins, surging him closer to the edge once more. Bracing himself on one elbow, he reached down and began stroking himself again.

“G-Gregar I’m…I’m so close.”

“Yeah?”

Hunter whimpered again in response, and Gregar picked up his pace, his fingers digging into Hunter’s hips hard enough to leave marks and his breathing becoming ragged. Hunter moaned loudly before reaching back, stilling his movements.

“What is it?” Gregar’s face was worried, but Hunter smiled at him reassuringly before pulling away and pushing him onto his back, slipping the pillow behind his head.

“I…I want to finish looking at you,” he said quietly, straddling Gregar’s waist and lifting his hips before taking Gregar’s cock in his hand and nestling it back inside of himself as sweat trickled down his temple. He ground down, and Gregar gripped his hips tightly, guiding his motions as his head dropped to the pillow, his one eye rolling backwards at the feeling. Hunter carefully lifted himself back up, leaving only the head of Gregar’s cock in him before sliding down agonizingly slowly, drawing a strangled whine from the captain that he took great satisfaction in.

“Are you close?” Hunter gasped, trying to keep himself from falling over the edge, his hands braced against Gregar’s chest as he rolled his hips.

Gregar dug his teeth into his lower lip, nodding as his eye slipped closed. Hunter trailed his fingers along his lover’s chest before resting them back against his shoulders. “Look at me,” he said quietly. It wasn’t a demand, but it dripped with enough authority that the captain obeyed immediately, his eye snapping back open to meet Hunter’s gaze just as Hunter began to ride him at a faster pace. Both of them panted loudly as the bunk began to creak again, Hunter’s grunts intermingling with Gregar’s moans as they both charged towards their orgasms. Suddenly, Gregar sat up, taking Hunter’s ankles and wrapping them around his back, seating Hunter in his lap and slipping his hands under Hunter’s ass to grind him against him more. Hunter wrapped his arms around Gregar’s neck as the captain panted against his chest, his breath hot against Hunter’s skin. Hunter tangled his fingers in Gregar’s short hair, whining and groaning as he got closer.

“I-I-I’m so close Hunter.” Gregar looked up at him, pupil blown out in an eye so dark that Hunter felt that he was tumbling into an abyss as he leaned down, digging his teeth into Gregar’s lower lip and drawing another groan from him. Gregar readjusted his grip on Hunter’s ass before slipping his left hand in between the two of them and stroking the sergeant’s cock fervently. Hunter’s eyes rolled back in his head at the combined stroking of his cock and the way Gregar was hitting the spot inside of him that was sending electricity through every cell of his body.

“I-I-I…I’m cumming.”

He groaned loudly as hot spurts of his seed coated Gregar’s knuckles, dribbling down and sticking to both of their stomachs. The feel of it spurred Gregar on, and he gave a few more hard thrusts into Hunter before the sergeant felt him spill himself inside of him as he swore quietly against Hunter’s chest.

Neither of them moved for several minutes as they clutched each other tightly, Hunter’s legs still wrapped around Gregar’s hips as the captain’s hands slipped up to his back, pulling him closer. Hunter could feel both of their pulses pounding like bass drums in his ears, the smell of sex and Gregar intermingling in his nostrils, and he breathed deeply until the two of them leveled out, their heartbeats returning to normal. As Gregar’s cock finally slid from him, Hunter allowed himself to sink down so that he was at the same eye level as the captain. The two of them studied each other intently for a few seconds before Gregar reached up with his clean hand, brushing a sweaty lock of hair out of Hunter’s eyes.

“How was that?” he asked quietly, still clearly trying to discern if he’d done everything right.

Hunter smiled before cupping his cheek and kissing him gently. It was the softest kiss they’d ever shared, Gregar melting into his touch. It was as if the tension and fear had all dissipated with them finally being intimate, crossing the threshold that they’d both been afraid the other wouldn’t want. As Gregar met his gaze, Hunter felt reassured that this was, in fact, something more, and that Gregar wasn’t going anywhere.

“Perfect.” He chuckled. “In fact, I might be open to doing it again.”

Gregar grinned at him. “I like that idea. But next time, I think I’d like to switch. If that’s alright with you of course.”

Hunter hummed thoughtfully before kissing Gregar, his cock already beginning to harden at the thought. “Anything for you.”

Gregar grinned, his eye darkening again. “Good. Now lean back and let me clean you up.”

Hunter leaned back, giving him a puzzled expression. “‘Fresher’s a bit of a walk from here.”

Gregar pressed Hunter down by his chest before leaning down and letting his tongue trail through some of Hunter’s release that was still streaked across his stomach, smiling up wickedly at him. “Oh, we’re not going to the ‘freshers yet, Sergeant. I’m far from done with you.”

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*slams hand on desk* you knew this was coming. You could feel it in your bones I’m sure. I’m here to supply the good crack content because I’m weak. SO! As absolute pure self indulgence to our conversations about the most crack pairing ever, for your 200 follower celebration (🥳 YOU GO MATE!), could I pretty please request Grunter (Gregar Typho and Hunter for anyone in need of the translation) with the dialogue - “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

THE TIME HAS COME, TJ. TO UNLEASH GRUNTER ON THE REST OF THE WORLD. This ship is a complete crack ship that came about (accidentally) in "Guarded," so if you want to see those origins (and see if you can pinpoint the exact moment I went "Oh. Oh no. I made them like each other a lot," check that fic out. Also, there is a "Reunion" spoiler in here, so just be aware. ANYWAY...HERE YOU GO, MY BELOVED BETA-READER. MAY THE STAR WARS FANS HAVE MERCY ON THIS ROWBOAT OF A SHIP.

Rating - M (things get a wee bit *ahem* spicy)

“Gregar, I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

“It’s fine. Next briefing isn’t for another half an hour. And I’ve missed you.”

The former captain of the Naboo Royal Security Forces increased the pressure in the small of Hunter’s back as he guided him down a dimly lit hallway of the Yavin base. Turning a corner into an unlit corridor, he pulled the sergeant through a doorway, closing the door and slamming the lock button behind them.

“This is a store room,” Hunter said flatly.

“Astute observation, Sergeant,” the captain teased. “Privacy’s in short supply around here.” Gregar turned in a circle, assessing his surroundings and grinning when he was sure they were alone. “Plus,” he said, turning back towards Hunter. “As I said, I’ve missed you.”

Gregar left no doubt about how much he’d missed Hunter as he pressed him against the wall, leaning forward and caging him in with his arms as he pressed his lips to the sergeant’s. The sudden display of affection clearly had caught Hunter off-guard, but he quickly melted into the kiss as Gregar’s hand slipped around the back of his head, gently tangling in his dark hair. Hunter couldn’t help but groan as Typho moved to his jawline, the captain’s day-old scruff scratching against his own as his hands came to rest on Hunter’s hips.

Hunter turned his head, panting against the captain’s cheek as Gregar’s lips worked their way down Hunter’s throat. “Maker…I-I missed you too,” the sergeant rasped. “Are…is everything alright?”

Gregar paused, pulling back to stare at Hunter. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

Hunter felt heat rising to his face. Kriff. You’ve ruined it. “You…you just haven’t ever kissed me like that. Hell, we hadn’t kissed at all until just before you left the last time. This just seems…well, it seems like something’s happened.”

Gregar sighed, resting his forehead against Hunter’s. “You really don’t miss anything do you?”

Hunter chuckled, his knuckles grazing the captain’s cheek. “Enhanced senses, remember?”

The captain searched Hunter’s expression for a few more seconds before closing his eyes, his brow furrowing. “Made a few mistakes on the last trip. Almost got Sabé killed, and while she’ll swear it’s part of the job, to leap into danger, I couldn’t live with myself if I let one more person I care for get hurt.” He slipped his hands into Hunter’s. “And any close call makes you appreciate what you have more.”

Hunter knew the question was lingering in his eyes before he asked it. “Do…do we have each other?” Gregar met his gaze and he felt his face warm again. “I mean…do…are we…”

Gregar cradled his jaw as he kissed him again, gentler this time. “If you’ll have me, I’ll be yours for as long as you can stand me.”

Hunter grinned. “You seem fairly easy to tolerate, Gregar.”

The captain chuckled. “You say that now, but give it a few months.”

Hunter rested his forehead against Gregar’s once more. “I already waited months, unsure if you felt the same way. I think I’m willing to give this an equivalent trial period.” Their lips met again, and Hunter felt as if electricity was shooting through his veins, every nerve alight.

“You said half an hour?” he panted.

Gregar pulled back, meeting his gaze and Hunter could see the hunger same reflected in his eyes. “Just about.”

“More than enough time then,” Hunter growled, reaching down to yank the captain’s shirt loose from where it was tucked into his pants. He had it halfway up Gregar’s abdomen when a loud knock on the door made them both freeze.

“Hunter? Are you in there?” Hunter felt his pulse accelerate at the sound of Omega’s voice, and he quickly clapped a hand over Gregar’s mouth.

“Yeah kid, what is it?” he said, doing his best to keep his voice even.

“Echo wanted me to come find you and let you know the briefing’s been moved up. The team is wanting to head out a little earlier.”

Hunter felt Typho exhale sharply against his fingers, a frustrated sigh. The sergeant met his eyes with an apologetic smile. “I’ll be right there,” he called out.

He heard whispering outside the door. “Why would he be in there?” More whispering.

“Fives says to bring Captain Typho with you.” A loud snicker, definitely out of Fives.

Hunter rolled his eyes, gently banging his head back against the wall behind him. “I’ll be sure to let him know when I see him.”

“Alright, see you there!” He was careful to make sure he heard two sets of footsteps moving off down the hall before he turned back to Gregar, releasing the hand over his mouth. “I’m sorry, but I did say this was a bad idea.”

The captain smiled, gripping Hunter’s chin. “I would beg to differ, Sergeant.” He leaned forward, his breath ghosting over Hunter’s lips. “I think this was a great idea.” He pressed a final kiss to Hunter’s mouth, his teeth gently grazing the sergeant’s lower lip as he pulled back. “Let’s get to that briefing then.”

“And after?”

The captain winked. “We’ll see where things take us.”

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