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Hey, so sorry to hear that your semesters been rough, I hope it gets better. I am super excited you’re doing the spring ficlets though! Could I request one with Fives and hes just head over heels for this spunky hot-headed reader. Maybe idk they’re going off on someone (who deserves it) and hes just there making heart eyes? Idk do with it what you want, thank you so much! Have an amazing week!! 💖

thank you!! i LOVED your prompt and i hope you enjoy this!!

words: 884

summary: you prove that you aren't one to be messed with, and fives falls even more in love.

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Smitten

“You know you’re staring again, right?” Rex’s voice cut through the ARC trooper’s daydream and Fives barely even acknowledged his commanding officer. 

“What? No I’m not.” That was a bold-faced lie, and everyone around him knew it. It really didn’t help that Fives had yet to take his eyes off you as you sparred with a shiny, who had been acting like he was a lot stronger than he was. Most of the battalion knew what was going to happen when you challenged him to a sparring match, and yet the trooper did not heed their warnings that he might be a little out of his depth. A rule was set that no outside weapons could be used in the fight (since you had a habit of keeping at least three concealed on your person at all times), and the spectacle began. 

Fives would never speak ill of his brothers, but there were certainly troopers who lacked in the manners department, who acted like they were Maker’s gift to the world around anyone they thought was attractive, and you certainly fit the bill. And given the fact that you weren’t always around (because the 501st didn’t need the help of a bounty hunter for every mission they went on), not everyone knew who you were when you arrived on Coruscant for a little friendly training and bonding before you headed off with the 104th for a campaign.  

“You’re so obvious at this point I’m shocked that they haven’t noticed yet,” Rex said. Both him and Fives were watching you dodge every single punch the shiny tried to throw at you, and Fives was desperately trying to keep his jaw from dropping. “I thought bounty hunters were supposed to be hyper-aware of their surroundings at all times.” 

Fives shrugged, still not done staring. 

“Maybe they’re just as oblivious as Fives,” Jesse cut in, walking across the room to stand next the two of them. “What do they say? ‘Love is blind’ or something like that?”

“Then we may need to get them an eye exam if they really can’t see Fives’ lovesick glances,” Hardcase had now joined the conversation, and Fives was really regretting standing here right now. 

“Shut up,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I’m not that obvious about my feelings.” 

“Scratch that, we may need to get you an eye exam!” 

Fives was about to respond, but his eyes were still drawn to the scene in front of him. 

The shiny had just lunged at you, and it was exactly what you wanted. Grabbing his outstretched arm, you turned, twisting your body so that you were using your strength and momentum to push the trooper upward and then send him careening to the floor. To the cheering spectators on the sidelines, it was clear that you had just flipped him, sending him flying through the air and landing (quite unpleasantly) on the padded floor of the training room. Fives had seen you use that move before, and it was just as seamless as the last time you used it on the battlefield, one fluid motion that proved you weren’t one to be messed with. 

“Well, I think they won,” Jesse remarked, and the shiny hadn’t yet gotten up off the ground. Everyone knew that he wasn’t really injured, given the floor padding and the armor he wore, but rather that he was embarrassed to have been beaten out by you, to have talked a big game and gotten his shebs handed to him in response. 

You caught Fives’ eye from across the room and made your way over to him, smiling and greeting all the other troopers of the 501st that you knew. “Did you kill him?” Jesse asked playfully, nodding back at your sparring victim. 

“Oh please, I didn’t even flip him that hard,” you said, a soft snort escaping your mouth. “It’s his ego that’s bruised more than anything.” 

“Maybe you and Fives should go a round then,” Hardcase joked. “He could be knocked down a few pegs.” 

“Hey!”

You just laughed. “I don’t think I’d want to spar with Fives though.” 

“Why? You afraid I’d win?” 

Jesse tried very hard to hide his laughter at Fives’ teasing words, and Rex didn’t seem to be faring any better. “No, I just wouldn’t want to ruin your gorgeous face,” you said, a smirk playing on your lips. 

Whatever Fives was expecting you to say, that wasn’t it, and he didn’t know what to do in response, his mind completely lost for words at the implication that you thought he was attractive. 

“I think you broke him,” Rex commented a smile crossing his face at the sight of his ARC trooper completely awestruck.  

The others around laughed, and you smiled. “Wow, and I didn’t even need to pin him down to do it.” 

Fives was still trying to form a sentence in response when your name was called across the room, and you waved to another trooper dressed in grey, the symbol of the Wolfpack adoring his armor. “Alright boys, duty calls,” you said. “I’ll see you soon, alright?” 

Right before you left, you leaned in to place a kiss on Fives’ cheek, and his brain short circuited all over again. You were going to be the death of him, that’s for sure. 

- the end -

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Summary: After hearing word that her best friend is still alive, the powerful force user Sarah joins the Clone army once more. But as the war's end approaches, her Force-given affinities sealher bond with two troopers, one who is devoted to her, the other one torn away from her when the Empire rises. Drifting through the galaxy, Sarah must balance her relationship with Hunter and Crosshair, and take matters in her hands if she is ever to save her sniper from the claws of the Empire.

Rating: Explicit, though most chapters are just Mature. 18+ series. Minors do not read. Smut chapters will be marked with a *

Tags: Mutual pining, angst, canon compliant, love triangle, polyamory, PTSD, mourning and grief, slow burn, eventual smut, panic attacks, foul language, injury, side character deaths, fluff, hurt/comfort, infidelity. More tags to be added.

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Pairings: Crosshair x Original Female Character, Hunter x Original Female Character, Tech x Original Female Character

Chapter 1: Landfall

Chapter 2: Purkoll

Chapter 3: A New Armor

Chapter 4: Cave of Pools and Diamonds, part 1

Chapter 5: Cave of Pools and Diamonds, part 2

Chapter 6: War's End

Chapter 7: In This Dark Time

Chapter 8: Separation

Chapter 9: Command

Chapter 10: Saleucami

Chapter 11: Pantora

Chapter 12: Ord Mantell

Chapter 13: Pathway Home

Chapter 14: White Silence*

Chapter 15: Guardian*

Chapter 16: Wrecker

Chapter 17: Failed Reunion

Chapter 18: The Search

Chapter 19: Healing*

Chapter 20: Ryloth

Chapter 21: Kamino

Chapter 22: Burned

Chapter 23: Epilogue

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Hiiii, it's been a while!

I'm missing the boys.. could you write me something sweet (and dirty if you're up for it) with Cross and his Mandalorian girl?

Thank yoouu!

Hello! It has been so hectic for me. I am glad to be writing again! I have been needing some sweetness, so this shall be gentle and loving and SFW! I give kith 😚 Female pronouns for our badass Mandalorian babe

It shouldn't have shocked him, but Crosshair didn't expect Mandalorians to be so good at camping out. Survival, yes. But actively enjoying camping out?

Crosshair watched as the orange-clad leg kicked, swaying the travel hammock that was in all standard issue survival packs. “Cyare,” Crosshair dropped the sicks onto the forest floor. “Shouldn’t we be looking for a place to hide?” Not that it was a question. They really should have been. The air was surprisingly clear, with the slightest humidity and the scent of rain.

“Relax, an’edee.” Her voice was clear without the oppression of her helmet and modulator. “We’re safe. Not being followed.”

He fought off a groan. Crosshair crouched down and prodded the fire, which was still bright and hot. Searing. He sheepishly tossed another stick onto it, glancing at the lush plats around them, already shrouded in shadow with the threat of night. The fire crackled, somewhat solacing against the little chirps and hoots falling with the cape of the moon. 

Crosshair stood by the fire. He didn’t know how much longer. The ferns turned from a vibrant green to a dark, dark hue, the only light on them the glow of the fire. 

There was no time to rest. Only time to run.

He clenched his fists. “I’ll go find us something to eat.” His voice was thick with the rations over the past few days- they had caked his throat, sticking. Still as bland as he remembered.

“Cross.” The hammock creaked as the Mandalorian sat up. “An’edee.” She jumped to the floor of the woods, feet crunching on the dried leaves they had pushed away from the fire. “You’re tense. You have been since we left Kamino.” Her words bit back, and she sharply glanced into the fire. “Not that I don’t get why. It’s a tough spot to be in. I know.” She crossed her arms, slowly sitting on the small blanket that they had set by the fire. She patted next to her, the armor, usually a warm color, one that reminded him of the flowers he had seen in Tech’s books, was only more welcoming in the light of the docile flames. 

Hesitation marked his first step. She smiled. The next pat was softer, a mere tap on the ground.

Crosshair crossed to the other side and lowered himself next to her, legs folding. 

The crackling fire popped at the wood. He spoke softly. “It’s not easy being away from your people, cyare.”

“I know.” Her hand pressed briefly on his back. “That’s something I do have experience with. Her gaze was warm, determined, bold- a very Hunter-ish smile on her lips filled his heart with both pride and aching. He loved her- he did. And he owed this Mandalorian his life. But his brother- 

Crosshair bit the inside of his cheek and concentrated on tossing a smaller stick into the fire. The leaves sticking to the bark sizzled. 

“I don’t like fire.”

“That sucks.” She replied.

Crosshair chuckled briefly. “Didn’t get along so well with it.” He gestured at the side of his face that was still leathery and rough. “Did me wrong.”

She only shrugged. “Fire can be hurtful. Bad. It can destroy homes and people.” The Mandalorian leaned forward, elbows bracing her knees, as she opened the pack in front of her. “But it can be good. It helps keep us warm and find people that are lost using smoke.” She tore open a bag with her teeth, grinning with satisfaction as she shoved the tiny treats, white and fluffy, onto a smaller stick. “Helps us cook.”

“They’re already cooked.”

“Well, you are too. Don’t see me complaining.” The laughter from the Mandalorian was a single bark, but he smiled, watching as the marshmallows slowly rotated above the flames, jumping to reach them. “An’edee, I know how scary being alone is. I know how hard it can be. Surviving without someone can be really rough.” She tugged the stick away and blew on it, holding it out to him. The gesture was small, but her smile was wide. “But you have me.”

Crosshair glanced between her and the stick. Finally, he sighed and tugged the marshed mallow (or something) off. “And how lucky I am.” He grinned behind the little treat. The golden skin crunched against his tongue, the sweetness melting behind his teeth.

She laughed and rested her head on his shoulder, chewing on her own marshmellow. “How lucky you are,” She repeated, a content hum leaving her. 

Times had changed. For better or worse. Crosshair wrapped an arm around his girl, heaving a rather heavy sigh. But at least he had someone he could find his way in a big galaxy with. 

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Good in Bed

Summary: It's no secret that you and Commander Cody do not get along. Sometimes, there's only one solution for hate. Fucking Talking it out. Right?

Pairing: Commander Cody x 212th Medic!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS; SMUT. Dominant Cody. Angry fucking. Spanking. Spitting. Unprotected p in v. Oral (M receiving). Angst-ish???? Idk let me know if I missed any.

WC: 3.1K

A/N: I heard the song by "Good in Bed" by Dua Lipa and got inspired. And then realized I just really love soft!Cody so it gets soft at the end lol. This literally flowed out of me. I don't write enough Cody fics. He's so fucking pretty.

“I don’t know how you didn’t see that droid pointing his gun right at yo-” The Commander starts to chastise you but you cut him off. 

“I told you, I was trying to help the General.” You stand your ground as you pause in the hallway back at the base. 

“You’re so careless-” 

You and Cody have this thing where if you’re not flirting, you’re getting angry with each other. It was so obvious to everyone that you two needed to fuck it out. You couldn’t stop fighting for five minutes to make that happen, though.

“I’m not.” You argue.

“You are.” He argues back.

“I’m really not.” You step closer, getting in his face.

He glances down at your lips and you know you’ve won this round.

“Maker, do you have to argue with me on fucking everything?” Cody finally snaps, trying to bounce back.

You roll your eyes with a smirk and start to walk away. You feel a loose grip on your wrist and suddenly you’re being pulled into a closet.

“Get off of me.” You push Cody away.

“I need you to know that you cannot act like that in front of a Commander and there not be a punishment.” He tells you, suddenly seeming taller somehow.

“Punishment?” You look at him with raised eyebrows.

“Punishment.” He nods, sitting on a chair. “Come here.”

You cross your arms, fighting internally with yourself. He’s clearly making the first move, which you low key appreciate… But at what cost?

“Either you can come here or I can get back up and it’ll be harder on you.” He smirks.

The thought of Cody punishing shouldn’t be as much of a turn on as it is right now, but you can already feel your panties starting to get wet at just the thought of him having his way with you. 

You walk toward him and he pulls you over his lap so that you’re able to rest your forearms on his one leg. You feel your face go hot. 

“Pants or no pants?” He asks you. 

“You know… I’d really just rather suck your dick.” You smirk.

He places a swift SMACK to your left ass cheek and you let out a sharp gasp.

“That can be arranged after I punish you.” You can hear the smug bastard’s smirk and it somehow simultaneously irritates you and turns you on. 

How long has he been waiting to do this? He smacks your cheek again and you let out a whimper. 

“You alright?” He asks softly, rubbing the spot.

You nod. 

“You want me to stop?” He asks.

You shake your head. He places one more swift smack to your cheek and you let out an involuntary moan. You suddenly realize that the Commander’s cod piece is slightly unclipped and when you realize why, you feel your body go warm. He wants you. 

You stand up and smirk at him. “How long have you wanted to touch me like that?” 

“I would like to do more.” He smiles. 

“I bet you would.” You chuckle. “Anyway, I’ll see you around, Commander.” 

His lips part when he realizes you’re not helping him with his codpiece problem and you walk out of the room, somehow feeling slightly more powerful knowing you weren’t the only one being “punished”. 

A week goes by and every time that Cody sees you, he looks away. You know right then that you’re winning. 

“What’s up with Cody?” Rex notices one day when the 501st and 212th are working together during a battle. 

You shrug. “Ask the Commander.” 

“Commander? Since when do you call him Commander?” Fives asks you.

“Since he bent me over his knee and punished me.” You snort.

“What?” Rex asks, wide-eyed at the same time that Fives busts out laughing. 

You enjoyed working with the 501st for this reason. You and Fives got to laugh and mess with Rex. 

“Don’t worry, Rexy. No rules were broken. I quite enjoyed it. I’m just making him sweat some.” You roll your eyes, amused at Rex’s bewilderment. 

Fives pats Rex on the back, trying to stop laughing. “Poor Cody. Doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into with you, does he?” 

“No he does not.” You smirk. 

A couple days later, General Kenobi calls you into his tent, which has never happened before. Did Cody throw you under the bus for disobeying him and almost getting yourself killed?

“Sir?” You nod. 

He greets you and stands against the table, arms crossed. “You and Cody… is there something I need to know?” 

“Sir?” You feel your heart start to race.

“You two haven’t been arguing for the last week or so like usual. Did something happen?” He asks you, concerned for his Commander.

“No, sir. Not that I know of. Maybe he just realized I’m actually right most of the time.” You answer lightly. 

Obi-Wan chuckles. “Well, I’d like for you two to make up. For the sake of the 212th, please.” 

“Yes, sir.” You smile softly.

You’ve always had a high respect for General Kenobi. He seems to genuinely care for his men, which is rare.

“Goodnight.” He dismisses you kindly.

“Goodnight, General.” You grin to yourself, walking from his tent. 

You see Cody enter his tent across the path and sigh to yourself as you make your way over to his tent.

“Commander?” You try to get his attention from outside the tent.

“Come in.” You hear his soft yet firm voice.

You walk in, letting the flap close behind you. You see that he only looks in your direction for a split second. His tent is neatly put together. Larger cot in the corner with a trunk at the end of it, desk in the center of the room, and his pack next to the trunk, which is open.

“Oh. It’s you. What did you need?” He asks you, looking down at his desk with his back turned to you. 

“Cody.” You sigh. 

He stands up straight but still won’t look at you. You walk toward him, pausing behind him.

“What do you want?” He asks you, resting his gloved hands on the edge of the desk. 

“You…” You answer, honestly.

He lets out a humorless chuckle. “A little too late for that, don’t you think?” 

“No…” You shake your head even though he can’t see you.

You suddenly get an idea and rest your hands on his waist. You wait for him to pull away from you, but he doesn’t. You let your hands roam to his front. He only lets out a little sigh, clearly trying to not give you the satisfaction.

“What do you want, Cody? To win? Fine. You win.” You murmur, unclicking his codpiece, letting it fall to the floor.

You stop again, waiting for him to push you away. He still doesn’t. You unclip the piece above where his codpiece was and let it fall to the floor next. He grabs your hand and you pause, slightly startled, thinking he’s going to finally push you away. Instead, he guides your hand down to his incredibly hard length, struggling against his bodysuit. 

“I want you… too.” He whispers, turning around to finally face you. “You piss me off so bad sometimes, you know? But I also want to shove my cock in that pretty mouth of yours to shut you up.” 

“Is that all?” You suddenly glare at him. “You just want to ‘shut me up’?” 

You jab him with a finger. 

“You think you’re this big bad commander who’s always right? I think otherwise.” You jab a finger into his plastoid chestplate again. 

He grabs your hand before you can pull it away, staring you down. “Get on your knees.”

“Or what?” You push him a little more. 

Both of you need this, you think. You feel that familiar warmth pool into your stomach. You need this. You need him.

“Get on your fucking knees.” He glares at you.

You look down and see that he’s somehow harder than before, his tip slipping out of his pants. You smirk.

“Make me.” You challenge him.

You barely have time to think before he grabs you by your hair and forces you to your knees. You land with an ‘oof’ but it doesn’t hurt. You look up at him.

“Open your mouth.” He demands.

For once, you do as you're told. He leans over you and spits into your mouth and you feel your panties dampen, suddenly even more turned on. You let out a needy whimper.

“That’s what I thought.” He realizes he has all the power now. 

“Do what you want to me.” You murmur. 

“Hm… As much as I’d love to, I don’t think we have enough time for that.” He smiles.

“The list is that long, huh?” You smile back up at him. 

“It is.” He nods, letting go of your hair so he can start to unclick the rest of his plastoid armor, setting it in the trunk at the end of his bed. 

You watch every movement he makes, starting to slightly shake with anticipation. He looks at you waiting patiently. 

“You have too many clothes on.” He says as if he suddenly notices.

You feel your face go warm and he walks back toward you, leaning against his desk, looking down at you as if you’re amusing. 

“Take them off.” He tells you.

It’s not a suggestion. You stand up and take your shirt off, dropping it to the ground and then your bra. He watches you, hungrily, as if he’s starving for you. Your shoes and socks go next and then your pants and underwear. He eyes your entire body before giving you another command.

“Knees.” He says simply and you drop to your knees for him. 

He pushes off of his desk and then peels his shirt off, tossing it with yours. His shoes and socks go next. Then his pants. He stands in front of you in just his underwear. 

“Please, Cody…” You sigh, softly. 

“Do better.” He challenges you.

You crawl to him until you’re directly at his feet and rub your hands up his thighs. “I want you so bad… Please… I’ve wanted you since the first time you ever gave me orders while I was patching Waxer up…” 

“I think you can do better, little one.” He caresses your face, tilting your chin up toward him.

“I… I touch myself to the thought of you… I tease myself until I’m a whimpering mess, moaning your name every night.” You admit, your face going hot. “I think about all the ways I can please you and it makes me cum.”

“Good girl.” He releases his length and his cock hits you in the face. 

You look at it and realize it’s bigger than you imagined at night. He guides it toward your lips, smearing his precum over your lips. You let out a soft whine and open your mouth for him. Wordlessly, he allows you to take his cock, not pausing to get used to it. You take it as far as you can until you’re stopped at the base of his cock. He lets out a low groan and starts to grip your head. 

“You alright?” He asks you.

You nod and he starts bobbing your head over his cock, guiding you just the way he wants. You let him use you to get himself off. You know that he’s probably not going to want more than this after tonight so you try to enjoy it while you can. 

“I knew this fiery little mouth would fit perfectly around my cock.” He praises you. 

You look up at him through your lashes. He’s looking down into your eyes.

“You… have really pretty eyes.” He whispers.

You feel your eyes go soft at his words. Did he mean that? Or was he just saying that because you made slightly awkward eye contact. He’s never said anything so soft to you before, so you don’t know how to react. 

You take the base of his cock in one hand and start pumping as you swirl your tongue around the head and he leans back on the desk slightly. You smirk up at him, secretly loving that you have such an effect on the seemingly invulnerable commander.

“I want… to fuck you.” He groans suddenly. 

You pull away from him to look up at him, eyebrows raised. “You do?” 

“Very much…” He nods, caressing your face again. “Would that be okay?” 

You think about it for a moment. 

“If you don’t want to, that’s alright.” He tells you. 

You want to say yes. You don’t have a real reason to say no. Unless it’s just a way for him to one up you one day, being able to say he made you come apart on his cock. If that was the case, he wouldn’t have told you that he wanted it that bad, would he?

He starts to pull away from you, clearly taking your silence as a no. 

“Wait.” You murmur. “I want to… But…”

“But?” He tilts his head.

“But I want to know why.” You reply.

“You told me I could do anything I wanted to you… I told you the list is long.” He smiles.

Oh. Of course that would be the only reason. 

He helps you to your feet and spins you around so you’re sitting against the desk, looking up at him, looming over you. “You’re sure?”

“Yes, Commander.” You smirk.

“Fuck.” He groans. “Call me that again.” 

“I want you to fuck me, Commander.” You run a hand down his bare chest. “Please, sir.”

He grips your thighs and pushes them apart so that he can line himself up with your entrance. You didn’t realize how soaked you are until right this moment. You feel it slightly run down you, hitting the desk.

“I nearly just dropped to my knees…” He chuckles. “Look at this perfect cunt. So wet for me.”

You feel need and warmth run throughout your body. He starts to push into your entrance and both of you let out a sharp breath. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him as close as possible so he pushes all the way in. You whimper, trying to not be loud so that people outside can’t hear.

“Fuck…” He groans, clearly not caring. “Wish we’d done this sooner…”

You nod in agreement and he starts thrusting into you at a slow pace. He lets out a string of curses, some in Mando’a, which you only know because Fives taught you some out of boredom one day.

“You have a cunt designed by the Maker, I swear.” He tells you, his voice deep.

You let out a soft chuckle. “So dramatic.” 

He grins down at you and starts to pick up his pace, his hips slapping against your ass and creating the most perfect sound. “Don’t argue with me right now. I’ll stop.” 

“I don’t believe you for even a second, Commander.” You call his bluff.

He groans at you calling him Commander and you smirk, proudly. He starts hammering into you at an unforgiving pace and suddenly any thoughts you had, leave your head. You become an incoherent, moaning mess underneath your Commander. He pulls your hips up to him with one hand so he can hit deeper inside you and starts circling your clit with the other. The entire camp is going to hear you coming apart for him.

“That’s right, little one. Shut up and take my cock.” He grunts, his voice so deep. 

“Com…mander… I’m gonna…” You gasp.

“I know you are. You’re going to come on my cock. And then I’m going to fill you right up. Sound good?” He checks.

“Y-yes…” You struggle to get out but nod, fervently. 

“Good girl.” He praises you again and starts rubbing your clit faster and thrusting into you quicker. 

Your orgasm approaches like the Coruscant bullet train, hitting you like a blinding light and causing you to shake violently around Cody, moaning loud enough that now he has to place a hand over your mouth as his thrusts slow down as he fills you up just like he promised, pushing his cum deep into you. 

When you stop moaning, he releases your mouth and you both breathe deeply, chests rising and falling quickly. He doesn’t pull out right away. He stays like that, inside of you, a little longer. 

“Who knew hate sex could be… well, that?” You chuckle, softly.

“Maker.” He rolls his eyes. “I don’t hate you.”

“You don’t?” You ask him, surprised.

“You make me mad sometimes, sure. Doesn’t mean I hate you.” He starts to pull out but you pull him back to you with your leg.

“Then, what?” You ask, softly.

He sighs, running his hands up your thighs. “Well… for starters… I’d like to do this again… maybe with less fighting… and maybe I can get you flowers at some point? Your favorites are plom blooms, right?” 

Your mouth drops immediately. “You remember my favorite flower?” 

“I do.” He smiles softly down at you, pulling you up toward him.

“Why?” You ask him.

“You know, for a medic… you’re not that bright.” He teases.

You playfully smack him, earning a laugh.

“Think about it… if I want to do this more with you… and I remember your favorite flower… and I think you have pretty eyes… and I don’t want to fight so much…” He starts to trail off.

“You must be in love with me.” You joke.

He looks at you with a soft seriousness that you’ve never seen him look at anyone with. Your heart clenches and he looks down at your lips. You don’t miss the way he swallows.

“Kiss me.” You whisper, looking at his lips.

“You kiss me.” He teases.

You roll your eyes again. “Always have to argue…” 

You pull him to you by his neck so that you can crush your lips to his. He starts to smile slightly into the kiss and pulls you against him as much as he can. He allows you to run your fingers through his curls as he deepens the kiss. When the both of you pull away, he goes to get a warm rag to help clean you up, cleaning your thighs and between your legs before his desk.

“I like soft Commander Cody.” You smile at him as he places a kiss on your head.

“Tell anyone and I’ll make your life hell.” He winks as he pulls you to his bed.

“No, you won’t. You love me.” You tease him. 

Cody turns off the lamp and then you both settle into his cot as he pulls you into his arms. As you rest your head on his firm, warm chest, you think to yourself that you definitely need to thank General Kenobi in the morning for urging you to come make things right.

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WIP Update

Hi all,

After the release of The Altar (Part 9) of The Crush next week, I’m planning to take a short break on the big chapters for the series to give myself a bit of a mental refresh. The story is not on hiatus (don’t panic), I’m still planning to post about the universe and will likely drabble. Just think of this next part as a midseason finale before we pick back up with the main parts of The Crush on September 7th. 

However, I will still be writing in the meantime. Here’s what I’m working on:

The Door - The Crush Series

Javier Peña x OFC!Isabel/Fem!Reader

Javier gets back home from Colombia and finds someone unexpected on his doorstep. (Javi POV)

The Cabin - Adversity Series

Frankie Morales x Ezra x Fem!Reader

After your run in with the Marshall, Frankie and Ezra find a place for the three of you to lay low and you learn what it really means to be theirs.

The Redline - Forest Ranger Frankie Series

Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

You and Frankie decide to test how well you know the trails by playing a game of hide and seek in the woods. What are the odds he plays fair?

Yours/Mine - Opposition Series

Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Your side. My side. You and the Mandalorian find a way to adjust to sharing space aboard the Razorcrest.

The Motel Room - One Night Standards

Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x OFC!Jo/Fem!Reader

You and Jack take things back to his motel room and make the most of your night together.

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danger! high voltage

A/N: So uh, I don’t know. I thought my threesome lactation fic was the filthiest thing I’ve written but uh… this might take the birthday cake. Absolute fucking filth. It’s all my favourite things, and some fun extras, thrown into one long ass piece with my newly favourite 6′2 military himbo as a present to myself so… happy birthday me lmao. ENJOY ANGELS!

Dedicated to the ever wonderful @charnelhouse​

Pairing: Rick Flag x metahumanf!reader

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: swearing, obs it me. THE SUICIDE SQUAD SPOILERS (a few scenes from the movie but nothing detailed) SMUT 18+ ONLY. Jesus okay—slight dom/brat vibes, fingering, hand job, electro stimulation, oral sex (f receiving), titty lovin’ (rough handling/pinching/biting), choking, spanking, unprotected p in v sex, rough sex, overstimulation, hair pulling, semi public sex, spitting, anal play/fingering, creampie, cum eating… (if I’ve missed anything, let me know!)

I blame this on the yellow tee + cowboy hat combo. Also, this is my first time with Rick and the DCEU so uh… sorry lmao.

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Fucking yellow.

Yellow.

Keep reading

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Guess whose manuscript is doneeeee~

You know what that means.

Stitches Time.

#congratulations!!! #💖💖💖

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The Books (Crush Drabble)

Pairing: Javier Peña x Fem!Reader/OFC!Isabel

Summary: A scare leaves Javi seeking reassurance.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (By proceeding to read beyond this warning, you are agreeing that you are 18 years or older)

Content:  Explicit Smut (Cockwarming, PinV Sex, Dirty Talk, Javier Peña), Age Gap (15 years), PTSD, angst, feelings

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: Here you are, fiends (affectionate). This takes place after The Water. Thank you to my dear @write-and-buried for the beta. Watching you lose your shit over Prospect was truly an experience. lol

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“Javi, please…move.”

You hadn’t been where he’d expected you to be when he came inside from chores.

He had expected to find you curled up on the couch with a blanket, a mug of tea not far from your hand, and your head bent over the books for the ranch. 

He’d been picturing you there while he worked. Your long hair falling forward, your lovely face with eyes slightly narrowed, a pinch in your brow, and teeth chewing at your bottom lip in concentration as you try to match up years of disorganized piles and shorthand notes. 

The look is so close to the one you get when you’re reading, wrapped up in a story and lost to the point that everything else around you has receded to a dull hum. 

Close, too, to the one you have now. 

“Javi…” Your fingers bunch in the papers on the edge of the desk as you try to shift your hips back, forward, something, but his hold on you is solid, his adrenaline still high. Fuck, he needs this. Just needs you wrapped around him.

He hadn’t been worried when he’d first walked in and found the living room empty. He had simply assumed that you had gone to bed and had been sure that he would find you waiting for him in the room the two of you now shared. Which is why he’d stopped to take a quick shower before joining you, washing off the sweat, dirt, and grease that had come from waging war with a tractor that was ready to quit.

But then when he’d opened the bedroom door, you hadn’t been there either. You hadn’t been snug under the blankets, a book in your hands and a sleepy smile on your face when you saw him. And just like that, the image of you that he’d been carrying, the one he’d been rushing to get back to was replaced by another.

His forehead presses into the middle of your upper back, feeling you breathe beneath him. “You’re doing so well, bonita, just a little longer and you’ll be done, yeah? Isn’t that what you said?”

His room had been dark, cold, vacant without you in it, and the panic that had washed over him had been instant as well as clearly apparent, because as soon as his dad saw him storm back into the kitchen half-dressed and wild-eyed, he had set down the thermos he’d been holding, stepped in front of Javier, and gripped him by the arms. “Mijo, what’s—”

“She’s not here. I can’t find her.” Javier had been moving again before his dad had time to respond, heading for the living room window to look out into the driveway. Eyes and instincts scanning objects and shadows like they hadn’t since—

Breathe. Focus.

What if your family had come and got you while he’d been gone? What if someone had seen you down by the water? What if you’d left? What if—

“Javi, there’s a note right here on the table,” Chucho had called back to him from the kitchen, and Javier had spun quickly to snatch it up, your neat, delicate script obvious even from feet away.

I’m in the barn office. 

xxoo

The door had slammed behind him a moment later, the crunch of gravel as he crossed the yard sounding too loud beneath the boots he’d quickly pulled back on. He’d tried to calm himself down as he moved through the crisp night air, to quiet all the voices with the sight of the light streaming out of the office window.

“Javi, I can’t—It’s too much.” Your head is tipping back now, your eyes closed, and fuck you’re squeezing him so tight while you whine for him.

His lips press into the sweat damp skin of your back as he tugs your shirt up. “You can, baby, you’re so good.”

He’d seen you through the glass first, but you’d been so focused on what you were doing you hadn’t noticed him there. Instead you’d jumped when the door had abruptly swung open, but recovered quickly, pulling away from the dark grey file cabinet you’d been digging through to beam at him. 

Even with you standing right in front of him, safe and sound, his eyes had surveyed every feature from your lopsided ponytail to the baggy t-shirt to the fitted leggings. Checking. Assessing. Just to be sure.

“Hey, did you get it fixed? What was…” Your head had cocked to the side as you’d started to study him, too, taken in his undoubtedly edgy posture and disheveled clothes. “Javi, are you okay?”

He’d given you a stiff nod, almost afraid to move more than that. He had wanted to get himself under control first, hadn’t wanted you to see that he’d lost his fucking head just because you’d taken your work out to the barn.

Of course, you had moved though. Set your stack of papers on the nearby desk and crossed the room, wrapped your arms around his shoulders and tugged him down until he was burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

You’d held him, just let him breathe for a while until he finally wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer still. 

“Sorry,” he had murmured into your skin, giving you a soft kiss on your neck. “I didn’t know where you were for a minute, and I got worried.” He had let out a deep exhale, cursing himself. “I’m sorry.”

“I left a note,” you had murmured back against his shoulder. “Sorry, I should have—”

“No,” he had cut you off quickly, pulling back so he could see your face. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I just got…It’s alright. What are you working on?”

He had still felt like a live wire about to trip as you’d started to tell him everything you’d been up to, told him how you kept missing papers and figured they must be somewhere out in the barn, told him you were almost done…Just a little longer.

“Come sit with me,” you’d invited as you took him by the hand and pulled him to the old wooden desk chair. “You can keep me company.”

He had started to feel a little calmer as soon as you’d settled into his lap, your body fitting perfectly against his as you curled up there and gave him one long kiss and then another, allowed him to turn them deeper, hungrier, needier. The taste of you filling his head and pushing out everything else. 

He’d let it take over then, let you pull him under until he was panting and you were breathless as you said a while later, “Wait, let me just finish this, and we can go to bed.” A low hum had caught in your throat. “You can take me to bed.”

He’d nodded, your mouth still chasing his despite your words until his hands had silently directed you back to standing again, had you leaning into the desk in front of him. “Go ahead, baby.”

Your back had arched and your breath had hitched as his fingers hooked into the waistband of your leggings, pulling them down your hips and thighs, taking time to trail his wide palms over the newly exposed skin. Then he’d bent forward as he had switched to his jeans, getting close enough to kiss and nip at the swells of your perfect ass as he’d lowered his zipper.

You’d whined as he’d guided you back onto him, maneuvering you to sink down onto his cock slowly, conscious that he was asking you to take him without much prep. 

“Mm, fuck,” you had whimpered as you’d shifted and tried to adjust, your hands gripping the arms of the chair. “Feels...feels good.”

When he’d gotten as deep as he could, he’d wrapped his arms around your waist, run his mouth along your spine, your shoulders, the nape of your neck. Soothed you until you had relaxed around him just a bit. Just enough.

“Go ahead, baby,” he’d told you again. “Do what you need to do. I’ll keep you company.”

The whimper that had slipped free from between your lips at that moment had been the first of many to come, the task that you’d thought would only take you minutes now lasting far longer than that as you tried to last along with it.

He can feel it. Beneath his fingers as he touches you. Feel the way your body is stretching to accommodate him, his cock buried inside you while he rubs slow circles against your clit. A touch that would be calming anywhere else, but there only heightens your current situation.

“You’re so tight, bonita.” He can’t take it much longer either, the way you keep clenching around him. And he keeps thinking about whether he wants to just push you forward onto the desk and fuck you from behind or sprawl you out on its surface so he can watch you. “So warm and…Cariño, you’re getting me all messy with the way you are dripping onto my lap.”

You moan, your whole body trembling and your skin growing increasingly flushed. His other hand slides from your waist to your front, beneath your bra so he can feel you there, too. Feel the weight of your breasts and the way your nipples harden as he rolls and pinches them beneath his fingers. 

You grind back into him, desperate for the friction he’s been denying you, and he hadn’t meant to keep you like this for as long as he has but…being inside you like this, savoring each one of your little movements without being distracted by his own? Fuck, he already can’t wait to do this again. Later when you're sleepy and sated and completely naked against him and…Christ, how is it that he never gets enough when it comes to you?

“You about done, baby?” He groans as you clench around him particularly hard, and he knows it’s retaliation because it’s been a long time since you actually touched what’s in front of you with any sort of intent.

“You can’t be serious,” you moan back. “I can’t even fucking think…Javi, I’m so full. I—” He rotates his hips, lifting them just a fraction and you gasp. “More, please, more.”

He keeps leaving kisses anywhere he can reach, keeps listening to the sound of your breathing, keeps reminding himself that you’re still here. “I thought you had work to do.”

You actually growl at him, breathy as it is, before your hand flies out and all but clears the desk in one fluid motion. 

He grins and chuckles at you in mock disapproval. “You’re just making all kinds of messes in here.”

“Javier Peña, if you don’t fucking—” He lifts you up, pulling out and leaving you empty so abruptly that you cry out, the sound quickly changing to a gasp when he turns you and pops you up onto the desk. You fall back with a soft thud, spreading your legs to hook around his waist as he immediately lines back up and thrusts in.

You moan and so does he, the sounds tangling up together as he stills again once he’s fully inside, and his hands grip your thighs as he stares down at you. Christ, you’re gorgeous. Eyes half-lidded, skin flushed, breathing rapid, and your body full of him. 

“Pull your shirt up, bonita,” he murmurs. “I want to see all of what’s mine.”

You bite your lip, a small sound escaping as you do it and he doesn’t even have to ask you to tug the cups of your bra down, too. You look back at up at him with a silky smile afterward, confident that now he’ll fuck you, now he won’t make you wait and longer.

“I could stay here all night, sweet thing,” he tells you softly, “just let you keep my cock nice and warm.” Your eyes narrow and you arch and roll against him, tempting him. “But...I'll take you to bed for that.”

He starts to move, and from the beginning, he has to fight to hang on after denying himself and you for so long. But it’s worth it to see the way you respond, your body reacting to finally getting what it wants. Each thrust making sounds pour out, making your breasts bounce and your back arch and your fingers curl.

“Just like that. Just like that. Just like that,” you chant back at him, and he can feel by the way you’re getting tighter around him that you’re also close. He moves one of his hands down your thigh until his thumb is against your clit again, wanting to push you over the edge before he falls.

You’re slick and sensitive beneath the pad of his thumb, your mouth falling open in deep moans that he swears he can feel. “Been so good for me, bonita. Let yourself come.”

Your whole body tenses up a moment later, your climax slamming into you, but he doesn’t let up. He can’t. He needs you to take him with you. Needs to fill you up so that he can start to forget what it felt like for you to be gone. 

You cry out for him as you start to come down and he leans forward to brace himself above you so that you can wrap your arms snug around him. Your mouth finds his ear then, too, a small kiss just below before you murmur, “I’m here, Javi. I’m here.”

He finds his release with those words in his head, lets the reassurance and the calm wash over him right after the high. And by the time he cracks his eyes open again, your forehead is pressed to his so close that all he can see is you. 

“You okay?” you ask, your voice low and soft.

He nods, still savoring every place your bodies are connected. “Yeah, are you? I didn’t push you to—”

You shake your head, and he lifts up enough to see your face as you say, “I liked it. Having you inside me like that…" You grin. "I always like when you’re inside me.”

He kisses your forehead, warmth pooling in his chest where he hadn’t realized he felt cold. “Good. Cause I’m not moving.”

You laugh. “How about this…you help me clean up your mess.” He opens his mouth to argue and you shush him. “And then I think you said something about taking me to bed, and then..." You raise your head to whisper in his ear again. "I'll keep you warm for as long as you want.”

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i love your writing so much !! would it be possible to do “undressing your love interest, having to tend to their wounds, trying not to gawk their chest but failing to do so” with fives and maybe medic!reader? sending good vibes <3

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT FIRST MEETING SHENANIGANS AND ANGST

 GN!MedicReader and Fives post-fake death (because fives is alive and I will fight you)

TW for medical things and talks of death/war!

The medical office was not a place Fives was unfamiliar with. His whole body groaned with the effort as he staggered in, leaning heavily on the wall. His lips parted and he exhaled a weak cry of, "Medic,".

He leaned back on the wall for as long as he could- his legs buckled and finally, he collapsed forward, but some arms, gentle yet strong, caught him.

"Whoa! It's okay, soldier, I've got you." The hands gripped him, tightly, in a familiar way. 

Fives lifted his head, catching a haze of the white coat and concerned eyes before passing out in the arms of the doctor, his legs feeling like lead and his chest burning him alive.

Fives lurched- that was the only way he could describe what his body did. Two hands, firm but with a doctorly touch of bedside manner, pressed on his chest.

“Welcome back to the land of the living.”

Fives gasped for air as the fingers pushed him back on the medical table. His hand reached for his chest which was now smooth of hair. The edges of a bandage shocked his fingers. He lifted his head up and stared down at his chest, heavily breathing. “L- living.”

“Yep.” The doctor stared at his chest, eyes sticking to the bandage. “I have no idea how you survived. Kark, I’ve seen people come in with less than this and die.” They grimaced as they removed their hands, sitting in the nearby chair. “And a clone, no less.”

“You work on a lot?”

“Only a few.” The medic took off the signature white coat off. “Bar fights, lone wolf terrorists ready to jump at the first shiny that’s slightly tipsy... but you-” The jutted a finger towards him. “You’re experienced. The scars- hell, the tattoos even. So,” The medic whipped a chair around and plopped in it, hands resting on the back, chin propped on their wrist. “What the hell is a Five-Oh-First trooper doing in my ward?”

The blood in Fives’ arms were suddenly chilled, and his chest throbbed again. “I... I was hiding. You didn’t tell anyone I’m here?”

The medic arched a brow. “Should I?”

“It would be nice if ya didn’t.” Fives did his best to sit up, but his body strained. “This sucks.”

“We use the cheap bacta down here, Soldier.” The medic sighed. “You aren’t... Echo.”

His muscles clamped, screwing shut. His head darted to the medic, who was staring at his chest. The doctor pointed at his ribs, where a blue handprint permanently rested with his brother's name. “I- No. I’m not Echo.”

“You have a lot of names on you.”

“I’ve got a lot of dead brothers.”

“Hm.”

They rested for a moment, eyes weighing each other- Neither rushed to make a move, an accusation, a deduction. The silence was loud and judgmental for Fives. “I don’t wanna give you any form of identification, really.” He shifted in his seat, moving to lay back. “I’m kind of... running.”

“From who?”

“Oh, you know... The whole republic.”

The medic’s head peered into his vision, blocking his light. On the battlefield, he would be grateful- but currently, agitation ate at the gaping maw of a hole in his chest. “The guys you work for?” When Fives nodded, they leaned over him, staring curiously. “You didn’t try to... run away. I don’t want to harbor a fugitive.”

Fives grimaced. “Then I have bad news for you.”

Groaning, the Medic fell back into their own chair. “You better have committed a cool and important crime, or I swear-”

“I’m wanted for trying to assassinate the Chancellor.”

The Medic stared at him, eyes widening even more than previously- he was shocked their eyes didn’t roll onto the floor and down the street. “You- oh. You did commit a big crime.”

“But I failed.”

“You still tried!”

Fives shrugged. “Next time I’ll succeed.” Simple as that.

The medic was now pacing- a hand was running on their head and they were humming, anxiously. “Look. He’s a slimy and greasy old man. A politician. I get it. Sometimes, I want to do that. But you can’t actually- I mean, why did you do it?”

“He’s trying to destroy the republic.”

“But- he works for-”

“Look, Doc.” Fives sat up again. His whole torso screamed, and his right arm was numb. “I don’t have all the answers. But I’m sure I’ll get ‘em one way or another.” Fives pushed himself off the bed and moved towards the door, promptly collapsing, but the arms found him again, holding him up. 

The medic sighed, a warm breath on him as they dragged him back to the bed. “Oh, no. Not on my watch. No patient is going to go out there, half patched up, only to get another hole in him. I want a full person, not a strainer.” They heaved him onto the cot with a shocking amount of strength. “Not gonna waste all the time I put into you.”

That little flame of irritation sparked. “Then what do you suggest I do!” He barked, even though he was weak. 

The medic stared down at him, and looked at the wounds, the scars, the tattoos, on his chest. They pursed their lips momentarily. “You stay. I am going to go get more supplies to patch up the rest of you.”

He inhaled. The flame snuffed. “I... why?”

“Cuz. I need you fixed up.”

“What for?”

The medic smiled, grabbing a plain poncho from the wall and wrapping it around them. “I need someone to help me run some errands. Think of it as paying me back. And then,” The door slid shut. “We’ll get some answers.”

Fives sat in the dim office, staring at the door. He sighed, mixing with a rumbling groan in his throat as he laid back down. Weariness overtook him as he closed his eyes- one way or another, with or without the doctor, he would find answers and stop the two-faced liar ruling the senate and killing off his brothers. 

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Drift

Pairing: ARC Fives x Senate Aid F!reader

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Rating: Explicit

Summary: Your damaged shuttle has left you adrift in space and waiting rescue with Fives. Although not in danger, the threat of boredom gives you an idea for how to pass the time, and maybe even become more than friends.

Warnings: Friends to lovers, flirting, mutual pining, Fives loses his shirt in strip sabaac, unprotected p in v, pull-out, (don't be dumb irl, no glove no love), blink and you'll miss a tiny bit of oral (f receiving). Dirty talk, cause Fives is a talker in my head canon.

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"Well," Fives sighed, sitting back from the console, "it looks like there's nothing to do but wait for the recovery team to arrive."

He turned the pilot's chair toward you, as you stood from your seat behind him, "Any idea how long?"

"Hard to say. Our nav computer is down, so I'm not entirely sure where we are, but the long range transmitter is working, life support is stable, and we've got enough rations to last a week. We'll run in low power to conserve energy, but they'll find us in time."

Crossing your arms over your chest, you chuckled, "Well, I suppose there are worse people to be stranded in space with."

"Yeah, you could be stuck with Senator Amidala's protocol droid again," he teased.

With a groan, you flopped into the co-pilot's seat, "Maker, don't remind me. I've never known a droid that was so uppity.”

“And how long did it take you to figure out you could turn him off again?”

An incredulous smile crept pulled at the corner of your mouth, “Ya’ know you’re one to talk! That time at the gala and I asked for your help with my dress, did you really think I was asking you to unzip it?”

“I was just seeing low you’d let me take it before stopping me.”

Heat suddenly prickled across your chest, though fortunately the sharp rise and fall of the breath you took was obscured by the modestly high collar of your layered tunic and robe. As an aid to Senator Amidala, you often wore garments similar to those of your representative. The heavy fabric and restrictive tailoring was far from what you preferred, but position afforded you the opportunity to occasionally travel on her behalf, which sometimes placed you in the care of the esteemed ARC trooper, with whom you presently occupied the propulsion-less shuttle.

You had met Fives shortly after his promotion and you immediately felt the chemistry between you. Unless you were taking cover during a firefight, his tone was always playful and dripping with suggestion. The way he looked at you, the way his hands lingered on you when you made casual contact, sent electricity down your spine and straight to your core. And you eagerly returned the behavior, never wasting the opportunity to match his wit and double entendre at every exchange. Yet, despite the clear dynamic you shared and intense sexual tension, he always stopped just short of making a move, which had been a frustrating mystery.

Perhaps it was one you could solve before the recovery team arrived.

“So,” he clapped his hands together, “any ideas how to pass the time?”

“Yeah, actually. I do,” arching a brow, you dug into one of the many hidden pockets of your robe and produced a deck of cards. “Fancy a few hands of sabacc?”

“Oh, I’m not sure you want to do that, sweetheart,” he grinned roguishly. “You might end up owing me your wages before help arrives.”

“Those are awfully big words coming from a man who still owes me money for his bar tab at 79’s, after you burned through your recreational stipend trying to woo that Twi’lek all night.”

He blustered at the comment, “Owe you?! You swooped in and took him home before I could seal the deal. Left me there alone and broke!”

You couldn’t help the laugh that started at your belly and filled the cabin with the sound of your smug victory for a moment before dropping your tone to a velvety purr, “Hey, you could have joined us if you had asked nicely. You’re the one that chose to stay and pout.”

His brows furrowed and his mouth formed a line, “So if we aren’t playing for credits, what then? A game without stakes is pointless.”

Your eyes drifted from his face, down his chest and back up, “How many pieces do you have in your kit?”

“For a round number, about twenty-five. Why do you ask?” He asked, but when you didn’t answer, he put the pieces together in the silence hanging between you. “Wait, are you suggesting we-”

“What’s the matter? Too rich for your blood?” You pulled the deck from the box and began overhand shuffling the cards casually.

With a huff, he shook his head, “No, no…I didn’t say that.”

“Then what’s the problem?” As you spoke, you leaned forward, resting your elbows on your knees to look up at him through your lashes.

He sucked in a breath, “There’s no problem, you’re just underdressed. It isn’t an even playing field. What happens when you’ve lost everything to me and still owe me?”

The suggestion, the smug assumption, in his words made your heart pound in your ears. It’s as the opening you had been hoping for to see if he’d finally make good on all his flirting. An almost bashful grin burst across your face as you bit your lower lip. Your eyes fell from his for a moment, before meeting them again, putting all the seduction you could into your next words.

“Oh, I’m sure you can use that quick thinking ARC trooper brain of yours to think of something I could give you if I lose.”

His spine snapped straight at the raw sexual desire behind your statement. As if on instinct, he spread his knees apart, nearly beckoning you to kneel before him without as much as uttering a word. To drive the suggestion home, you let your eyes flick to his codpiece for a lingering moment and back to his face. Unfortunately for him, there was no hiding the rise and fall of his curaisse as he began breathing quickly. Knowing he was too enticed to decline, you gestured for him to grab a crate to act as your table so you could deal the cards.

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Several hours and two dozen rounds later, your eyes lifted from your cards to Fives. He was left with only his greaves and the lower half of his body glove, while you still wore the knee length fitted tunic that served to protect your skin from the itchy, embroidered layers of your dress and robe. Next to you stood the pile of his armor, though you had playfully draped his kama across your shoulders as a trophy. Your few lost garments were carefully draped on the seat at the comm station, to ensure they weren't soiled by the deck.

After seven consecutive losses, Fives was ready to put the cards away so to incentivise him to continue, you opted to remove your binder under your tunic when he won the very next hand. The cool air of the ship made your skin contract, causing your nipples to press against the thin fabric. His eyes drifted down and a low hum rumbled in his chest. He shifted in his seat, refocusing on his cards. Every other time he played sabacc, he held his own and always walked away from the table with a heavier pocket than when he started, yet he had quite literally lost his shirt to you. As his thumb slid across the cards in his hand, he grew confident his luck was about to turn.

"You're stalling," you accuses smugly.

"Ha, hardly," he huffed. "Actually I'm deciding what you're going to lose next."

"Is that so? You sound awfully confident for the number of times you've already lost to me."

"You really think I didn't have a strategy this whole time?"

"I've seen you play sabacc many times, Fives. I know damn well when you don't have a strategy," a teasing smile curled on your mouth. "Even if you did get me naked, we both know you're all talk and no play."

"Wha-I have plenty of play, sweetheart. Loads, tons of play," he bristled at the suggestion.

Setting your cards face down on the crate, you leaned forward, resting your elbows on your wide spread knees, "Then what have you been waiting for? Bend me over that console and fuck me already."

His eyes peeled back in surprise and he sucked in a breath, "You know Jesse's crazy about you, right?"

"Jesse and I are just friends," you purred with a giggle.

"Does he know that?" He spoke with pointed skepticism.

You ignored his question, "That's why you haven't made a move."

He didn't answer despite opening and closing his mouth several times. It was the first time you had seen the self-assured ARC trooper speechless. Flipping your cards over to reveal a busted hand.

"You win."

Fives straightened as you stood. Removing his kama, you stepped closer as you bent over to grip the hem of your tunic, slowly pulling it over head. As the garment swung free and fell from your arms, your breasts swayed and dipped as you stood between his spread legs, wearing only thin lace panties. He inhaled sharply but kept gripping his thighs, though propriety vanished when you swung each leg over his and straddled him in a fluid motion, using the headrest as your anchor. His hands gripped the curve of your hips that transitioned to the globes of your ass as you anchored yourself by holding the thick muscles at the back of his neck.

You shifted and sank deeper into his lap, eliciting a hissing, swallowed groan as your heat came in contact with his stiff member. Grinning to yourself, you tilted your head and peppered kisses up the side of his neck. Your hips began rocking against him, giving both of you a taste of sweet friction through your rapidly dampening panties. There was no stopping the breathy moan that escaped your parted lips as you nipped at the flesh of his ear. One hand slid down the dense hair converting his chest and stomach, raking your fingertips through it until you reached the rock hard bulge between your bodies that strained against his compression suit.

He whimpered as you cupped his cock, feeling yourself grow wetter and wetter as you traced every vein and curve through the fabric. Precum seeped out his blunted head at your teasing, his hips beginning to shift into your hand. His fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs. With screwed shut eyes and pinched brows he savored the foreplay, but forced his eyes open and firmly took your wrist, stopping your movements. Holding your eyes for a moment, as his heaving chest calmed and he caught his breath, he continued the prior line of conversation.

“Does Jesse know you’re just his friend? Maker, as much as I want this, I can’t do it if he’s going to get hurt.”

Releasing his cock, you returned your hand to his shoulder, “Yes, he does.”

“What did you tell him?” As much as he wanted to take you at your word, he knew his vod could be on the dense side when it came to romance.

His insistence was endearing, if frustrating in the moment, but you respected his concern and need for full disclosure, “Before your last shoreleave, he asked me out on a date and I gently declined, telling him he’s a platonic friend, and that I was interested in someone else.”

“Did you tell him it was me?” Fives wasn’t sure which he preferred, the more he thought about the question.

“No, I didn’t,” you replied, but held him in suspense before continuing. “I didn’t have to. He said he’s known all along that I liked you but thought he’d give it a shot anyway.”

“Before shoreleave? Why didn’t you say anything? Why did you take that Twi’lek home?”

A chuckle huffed from the crooked smile on your face, “Oh please, he passed out in the cab. I had to check his ID for his address to send him home. I ended up just as alone as you that night.”

Fives couldn’t believe what he was hearing. All the time he’d spent shamelessly flirting, pining, aching for you, thinking you were just out of reach, had all been unnecessary. Instead, you were there in his literal grasp, warm flesh under his tender touch. There was nothing holding him back beyond his own hesitation that sex could ruin your friendship. Maker it seemed worth the risk, but not just for the sake of carnal desire but because deep down you were the only person that had captured his heart.

The air between you shifted as your eyes flicked across his face, reading the uncertainty in his gaze, “We don’t have to do this right now, we can wait. You’re just…you’re you and I think I’m falling in-”

It was all he needed to hear. Before you could finish, his lips crashed into yours, full of longing and desperation. His tongue was sweet as it swept across your parted lips before rolling against yours. You had known all along that his kiss alone could make your knees buckle, and you were grateful to be sitting as his hands traveled your bare skin, gripping and tweaking the places that made you moan into his mouth. The months of hearing him talk about his conquests, which secretly made you shift your legs together to slake the tremble at the apex of your thighs until you could be alone to try to satiate your desire, but you never really could. Not with your own hands or even a toy, because you knew no one in the galaxy would fuck you like Fives.

In an instant, he swept you into his arms and pushed you onto the console, being careful to make sure the buttons and toggles didn’t dig into your soft flesh. He guided your legs around his waist and resumed kissing you. The texture of his hairy chest against yours, the prickle of his ever growing facial hair, and the occasional bite of his armored legs was a sensory overload you hadn’t expected that day. Breathless and eager, he broke away long enough to shed his cuisses. As he did so, you slid your panties down your hips with as much grace as you could muster, letting them drop to your feet as he was bent over. His eyes met yours from between your knees with a roguish glint while his hands ghosted across your skin to remove the garment the rest of the way.

“If I knew how much time we had out here,” he murmured, kissing his way up your naked legs. “I’d spend hours between your thighs making you come over and over and over until you were leaving a puddle on the deck. But…”

You exhaled a sharp whine as he only ghosted his mouth across your pussy, pausing just long enough to sweep his tongue through your slick before bringing his face back to yours.

“But I want to take my time unraveling you on my tongue so, next time sweetheart,” as he spoke he freed his length, pumping himself in an effort to tease you.

“Fives, if you don’t give me something I’m going to-”

Before you could finish, closed the distance between your bodies and nudged the head of his cock into your folds, stealing your breath away. With each roll of his hips, he split you open, rolling his hips until he bottomed out. At first, there was a sting to the stretch, having had so little foreplay but you were so wet from the frictionless dance you had done with him, it didn’t take long for you to adjust. He watched the small muscles of your face relax as you did so, flashing a smug smile to confirm you were ready. Your body shivered against his when you nodded, the anticipation alone edging you on.

He drew his hips back, dragging his length nearly completely out of your body before thrusting back in. You gripped the thick muscles at the back of his neck as he repeated the motion, gradually picking up the pace until you were howling in carnal delight. Gripping the meat of your thighs, he buried his face in your neck, moaning every time his pelvis pounded against yours, his heavy balls swinging against the globes of your ass.

“You feel…so…fucking…amazing,” he groaned against your ear, hot breaths wafting across your sticky, sweaty skin. “Best pussy I’ve ever had.”

“Fuck me Fives,” you cried as you dug your nails into his shoulders to spur him on. “Fuck me deeper.”

At your request, he dropped your legs, and turned you around, bending you over the console, though you were empty for only a moment before his thick cock slammed into you once more. His hands groped at your breasts, gripping and pulling at your nipples until you were an incoherent, babbling mess under him, praising his every movement as he hit the devastating place deep inside. The coil was wound painfully tight as you firmed your stance and began meeting his thrusts.

“That’s my girl,” he smugly praised. “Take what you want off my cock. Can’t wait to watch you riding me. Fucking yourself on my dick to get yourself off. I’ll bet you know just what to do to make yourself come.”

“Yeah, fuck…yeah I do," you eagerly confirmed.

“Show me, be a good girl and show me," he encouraged. “Come all over my cock. Ooh, you’re so close I can feel the way you’re clenching. Show me what you need.”

Your hand left the console and began rubbing your clit as he pounded into you, flicking and teasing that one place no one else had ever bothered to find, making your legs tremble. Not long after, you felt his hand over yours, learning through feel what you were doing. He was a quick study, taking over your ministrations with devastating efficiency. Without missing a beat you gasped a moment later and cried his name as you came, throbbing around his length. His pace faltered just as your walls stilled and he pulled out, fisting his cock with hissing breaths until the hot ropes of his release painted your lower back. When he finished, he leaned over you, resting his forehead between your shoulder blades as you both caught your breath.

“Don’t move,” he panted. “Let me get you cleaned up.”

His warmth vanished and you looked over your shoulder, watching him check a number of cabinets in search of a towel or rag. When he came up empty handed, he instead picked up the shirt of his compression suit, finding the back and using it to wipe his cum from your skin. Once you were clean, he planted several kisses where you still smelled of his release. Then he helped gather your clothes so you could redress easily.

“Thank you,” you whispered, somewhat surprised by his care.

He gave you a boyish smile, clearly still swimming in the afterglow of the moment, as he crouched and held your panties open, "Your clothes are complicated. Once I know how they go on, I'll be able to get them off faster."

Heat flooded your body at the realization that was just the first of what would likely be many more encounters. Despite the desire for more, you rested your hands on his shoulders as you stepped back into them, one foot at a time. His warm hands glided against your thighs as he pulled them back into place. The intimate action combined with the intense smolder in his eyes made your stomach flutter. He gathered your tunic and held it at the ready as you fastened your binder, followed by the heavy robe. As you gathered the edges, he stepped close and lavished your exposed neck one last time before your skin was hidden once more, making sure to rake his teeth just enough to chance leaving an indentation behind. A heady breath escaped your lips as your body responded to his touch.

"It really isn't that complicated," you countered with a wink. "You just have to know where to put your hands."

"That a challenge, sweetheart?"

He watched for a moment then joined you as you closed the clasps, which always buried themselves in the layers of fabric. You happily let him take over, enjoying the tension that was building between you as your body became more and more inaccessible. Holding your lower lip between your teeth you studied his handsome features as a playful grin pulled at the corner of your mouth. When he was done, you only had to make small adjustments.

"You gonna teach me how to put your armor on now?" You slyly asked, picking up his pauldron.

"Don't you worry," he flashed a dangerous smile. "You'll get lots more practice getting me out of my kit."

Within moments he was dressed, save for the pauldron he still held. Dipping his head, you carefully placed it on his shoulders, making sure to link the clasps to his chest plate. His brows rose in surprise that you knew what to do.

"You aren't the only fast learner," you teased, hooking your fingers into the upper edge of his curaisse.

He rumbled a smirk as you pulled him close, lips parting for a kiss. As he pushed you against the console again, slotting between your legs, a giggle escaped your lips. You had waited so long yet it was all happening so fast. Just as you began to lose yourselves in the heady frenzy of making out like teenagers, a proximity alert beeped as the Twilight suddenly appeared.

Fives jerked his head up as you looked over your shoulder, seeing General Skywalker, Captain Rex, and Jesse grinning in the cockpit. Embarrassment burned in your face as you buried yourself in his neck. The comm trilled, which he obediently opened, rubbing your back for comfort.

"Hey there, Fives," Skywalker chuckled. "We're here to rescue you, if we aren't interrupting."

"Good of you to come so quickly," he stammered out.

"Hope we didn't arrive too soon. Need us to circle the sector?"

Over the comm you heard the spurting, suppressed laughter of Jesse in the background, "Don't worry, General. Fives never lasts that long."

As Fives blustered at his brother's hazing, you pulled his mouth back to yours to silence him. Rex audibly sighed at the entire unprofessional situation and closed the channel as Jesse whooped and cheered for his brother. You knew you'd never hear the end of it, but you didn't really care. If you'd known all you all it was going to take to get him to make a move was getting stranded in space you'd have done something about it yourself. But, you decided, better late than never.

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The Crush Series

Pairing: Javier Peña x Fem!Reader

Summary: After eight years in Colombia, Javier Peña is finally back home and hoping to keep his head down. Although you were fourteen and harboring a schoolgirl infatuation when he went away, you and your crush are now all grown up and it’s proving hard for Javier to ignore.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (By proceeding to read beyond this warning, you are agreeing that you are 18 years or older)

Content: Age Gap (15 years), Smut, Innocence Kink, Hidden Relationship, Secrecy, Pining, Family Interference, Small Town Dynamics

Entries

The Crush (Part 1)

The Lie (Part 2)

The Trip (Part 3)

The Gift (Part 4)

The Hero (Part 5)

The Call (Part 6)

The Choice - Sneak Peek (Part 7)

The Water (Part 8) - Coming this week

TBA (Part 9)

TBA (Part 10)

TBA (Part 11)

TBA (Part 12)

TBA (Part 13)

TBA (Part 14)

Drabbles (Listed in Chronological Order)

The Sketch (Gabe POV)

The Party

The Lesson

The Curls

The Sweet Tooth

The Record Player

The Show - Coming 6/8

Extras

The Crush Playlist

The Crush Timeline

The Peña House

About Eli

About Gabe

Breathe Scene by @pedropascalsx​

Essentials Art by @beecastle​

The Crush Cocktail by @write-and-buried​

Crush Edit by @pretty-girl-likes-tea

Javi and Bonita by @guiltypleasure-art

Moodboard by @sergeantbannerbarnes

Moodboard by @emotionlesshoe