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Generation Kill Research Results

We all know that there's really specific stuff in GK that only those who were there would know, much of which we get in the books Generation Kill (Evan Wright) and One Bullet Away (Nate Fick).

I needed some more intel for my fics, so I went hunting for all the things RL Ray said about GK relevant topics on reddit. The result is a list of all his comments, from radio frequencies to how exactly he got burnt by Rudy's stove to the MRE components and the truth about the Zeus attack and what colour the PT shorts of Recon guys were.

The list has been vetted by @bookishdea to make sure that there's no personal info about the RL guys in there.

It's sorted by topic: weapons/equipment, radios/comms, beanies/uniforms, officers in Recon, Humvees, MREs, Humvee arrangement/Reporter, Zeus attack, explosion of Rudy's stove, Captain America's name, invasion, Recon training/conditions of OIF, Ripped Fuel, First Recon, Afghanistan/Ray's Marine Corps career, characters/people career background, paddles, GK production, float tapes.

I hope you find interesting stuff in there. I originally made it for myself, but since the effort went in already anyway, I figured I could share it with those who don't want to risk coming across RL Marines infos, but who might still profit from the GK-specific infos.

- all intel are responses of RL Ray (plasmata) on reddit in various subreddits, collected 23. Nov. 2023

- Q = question asked on reddit, A = Ray's answer. There's not always a question supplied, just where it's necessary to understand his answer

weapons/equipment

- At the time most of the Marine Corps was still using the M16s and M249 (SAW). Recon units were one of the first ones to get M4's and Para-SAWs (carbine versions of the M249). So, folks like officers and regular support folks were still carrying their standard M16, while 0321 Recon Marines were carrying M4s.

- Q: I was rewatching GK (again) and I think it was episode 2 when Rudy and Pappy took out the RPG team. I don’t know what the sniper rifle caliber is called I would think it’s a .338 laupa because that was standard sniper rifle of the Marine Corps.

A: No. It was an M40 A3 which shoots a 7.62x51mm NATO round. It is essentially the same thing as a .308 They are based on a Remington 700 and modified by USMC armorers. Anyone that went to sniper school would shoot that rifle. Recon marines go to sniper school. Those who didnt would still crosstrain on range so they werent totally ignorant to the weapon.

- Q: Why do some of the men in the 1st Recon Battalion have no attachments on their M4 ie Q-Tip, Christenson, and Ray, while others like Brad, Fick, Fruity Rudy had optics and grips?

A: Because some people think that having that shit on your weapon makes you look cooler. It is all personal preference.

- Q: I've always wondered if the real Brad rocked that PVS-17 the whole time like his character did.

A: He sure did. It is an easy way to always have NV handy without having to have something strapped to your fucking head all the time (PVS-7's).

radios/comms

-Q: In ep 2, right after the ambush scene when there is a radio check, whatdo the "up" numbers mean? (up 120 and up, up 700 and up, up 200 and up..etc)

A: It is a short way to indicate status. "Up" means we are all good and no one is injured or dead. IIRC the number indicates rounds of ammo left.

- Q: In the ep 2 episode intro somebody says: "All Hitman Victors, be advised, we are rolling freaks to TAC 1-1-9 at 1400 Zulu. How copy?" I understand everything expect "rolling freaks". Any ideas?

A: It does mean "rolling freqs" which is shorthand for "Changing radio Frequencies."

As you have seen in the series, the military communicates using radio's. As a security measure, everyone changes to a different radio frequency at the same time at set intervals. Lets say that the enemy was able to steal/capture a US radio. Then they would be able to listen in on all our radio conversations...this is bad. So, just in case that happens we all change frequencies (along with crypto fills and other things) so that radio only has value for a very limited time.

This is definitely also combined with crystallographic signature changes as well as something known as frequency hopping (SINGARS) for additional security.

- Q: So how would the teams be able to keep up with the new radio frequencies? Are they passed by runner or is a CYZ used?

A: They are typically pre-planned in a "comm plan" (communications plan). If a radio were to come up missing then they would change the comm plan and distribute however they could.

If you look at the HMMWV windshield next to Brad Colbert in the series you will see a clear acetate with something printed on it. That is a cheat sheet of the comm plan.

- Different types of radios are capable of different radio bands. Most of what you hear in GK is all VHF (ground plane) band radio traffic. The vehicle radios and the handheld ones do VHF. Different groups have different "freqs" (pronounced like freaks) or frequencies that they use. Just like the FM radio in your car, you can tune into different radio stations by changing the frequency. Bravo 1 is on 95.7 Hot Country....and Bravo 2 is on 103.3 Smooth Jazz. You are always switching between the different freqs to talk to who you are supposed to be talking to. So, my personal radio may be set to be on Bravo 1's channel, but the vehicle may be set to Bravo 3 and then another guy may have his set to the Alpha channel. Just like setting the presets in your car, you can do that on these radios as well...so you can quickly switch between them.

The reason you also hear pilots in some of them is that some radios are UHF (line of sight) band to talk to pilots. The small handheld radios were both VHF and UHF radios so we could do things like call for fire missions and give the pilots our 9 lines.

Com plans utilize multiple channels across different spectrums (HF, VHF, UHF, Satellite) and many types of radios that have different spectrum capabilities.

Dude, have you never played with walkie-talkies as a kid...hahaha. You know someone is talking on your freq because you hear them. Only one person can talk at a time on any radio channel. You can only be "tuned" to a single frequency at a time. There is a very rigid etiquette when using radios to keep things clear and efficient.

We switched from the 77's to the AN/PRC-135 in 2002 (1st Recon Bn).

The 135's would do HF freq hopping, auto antenna tuning, and directly take crypto fills. But, the best part was they had a detachable face with an extension cord; so you could seal up the radio in your ruck (waterproofing and all). Then you would have the radio face in your front deuce gear to control the radio if you needed to switch freqs or something.

Edit: I just realized that I was talking about the 104's not the 77's. Yeah, late 90's the 77's were replaced by 119's.

beanies/uniforms

- Part of it is real (the black beanie's) and the rest is done by David Simon. The real part is that we all wore black beanies. It wasn't breaking any rules as they were allowed, but most other units frowned on wearing them unless in private. We did all wear them everywhere and it kind of became a “thing” that the recon guys are the ones in beanies.

The David Simon/ Ed Burns part is the rest of the scene. I think they were trying to explain to the audience who Recon Marines were and used Trombley/Espera to do that. It was a wise choice as neither Trombley nor Espera were Recon Marines at that point…which he mentions in that scene.

It followed the PT uniforms we wore also. The Marine Corps wears “green on green” shirt/shorts. Recon’s official PT uniform is “black on black”…so if you see guys PTing in black you know they are Recon Bubbas.

officers in Recon

- A little late to the party, but there is no such thing as a recon officer. The "Reconnaissance Man" MOS is 0321 and is only for enlisted marines. Godfather was not a recon marine...no officers are.

1st Recon is comprised of many that are not recon marines; support personnel like motor T, communications, navy corpsmen, intel, etc. Officers that are platoon/ company/ battalion commanders are typically Intelligence or Infantry officers.

- Q: Not trying to correct you as you were there, I definitely wasn't... but Fick mentioned he went through BRC in his book. I guess maybe some officers go thru BRC but retain their MOS whether infantry/intel/whatever?

A: Rarely, some officers do go through BRC/ARS; but even if they do they still never are recon marines and are never in a recon team.

- Platoon commanders for Recon are kind of in the rear with the gear...they don't go out with teams. They typically command a ROC (Recon Operation Center) and provide support and are a liaison between the team and higher-ups. They feed the teams direction (via radio comms) and take intel and generate reports (again via radio comms)...but they aren't with the teams.

Humvees

- Q: If I may ask...were you guys ever told why you weren't given closed-top humvees (except of course the lead vehicle).

A: Because we didnt' have them. The HMMWV's we got were Army surplus ones we scavenged.

- You don't go to war with what you want, you go with what you have. Everything has to be adapted on the fly...which is what happened. Everything in war is a calculated risk with a margin for "acceptable losses". Were we lucky? Sure.

MREs

- Q: In ep 5, when Ray is making MRE cookies, would that actually work? If so, how good could those actually be?

A: Yes it actually works. The sugar will melt and crystalize in the creamer which makes it solid and like a cookie. When you haven't eaten anything other than MREs for months straight they are good.

PS2: Ray seems like a good guy to have drinks with in a bar.

I agree...but I am a little biased.

- Point of clarification: These aren't really MRE's, they are just components of an MRE that can come in different MREs.

Personally my favorite MRE was the Beef Stew. It came with a pouch of Beef Stew, Jalapeno Cheese, pack of two crackers, and something like Skittles. It also came with a little packet with things like Folgers Crystals Coffee packets, creamer, salt/pepper, wet wipe, etc.

There were 24 different MREs in a 12 pack "A" or "B" case. Each had a different main meal and then accessory packets that included things like Peanut Butter, Regular Cheese, Jalapeno Cheese, Crackers, "Bread Slice", Charms, Skittles, Lorna Doone Cookies, M&M Cookies ("Cookies with Pan Coated Chocolate Disks"), Nature Valley Granola Bar, Strawberry Milkshake, Pound cake, Hot Cocoa Mix, etc, etc, etc.

The GK time generation of MREs were fairly new at the time and included new meals like "Bean Burrito", "Cheese Burger", etc. There were quite a few that were in the previous generation like "Beef Stew" and "Minestrone Soup". Probably the absolute worst one was "Pork Slice in Jamaican Style Sauce".

- It was a common tradition in Brad and my old platoon to stash fun things to share amongst the team at fun times. Like when your team is all wet and cold and hasnt really slept for weeks then you bust something fun out to share…it is a great pick-me-up. My favorite thing to do were king size snickers bars.

Humvee arrangement / Reporter

- Q: Who sat in the passenger side rear seat before the reporter came along?

A: No one. We determined who was in what vehicle right before the invasion..so we knew we had to fit Evan in somewhere. He really wanted to be with Brad and me...so there he went.

- Q: Why?

A: Because we're awesome. Honestly it was because he was told we would be the go-to team (because of Brad and me) for any special fun missions and he didn't want to miss out on those. That and I think he liked our dynamic as "characters".

- Short answer is because that is where he chose to be. For this war the US did something interesting in allowing for journalists to be embedded with the military units for the invasion. There were a ton of journalists that came and got a briefing on different unit types so the journalists could pick where they wanted to be. There were three journalists that after hearing what Recon was and that we would be a combat unit (so you may get shot at if you go with them) picked to be embedded with 1st Recon.

The three journalists then came to where we were staged in Kuwait and met with the BN Commander (Godfather) and were then briefed more specifically on who we were and what our role would be during the invasion. After that briefing two of the three journalists decided they didn't want to kick it with us...pussies. I do remember one of them was some guy with Men's Journal.

Evan then started hanging around us and learned that our team would likely see the most action and be at the front the most...so that is where he wanted to be. After a few nights in the tents hanging out with us he decided that he wanted to be in our vehicle as he liked our "characters" for his story.

Evan, in retrospect, would frequently say he's not sure whether he was more brave or stupid/naive to embed with us for the invasion. After each firefight/ambush he would say that he was going to leave...then we would tell him to stop being a huge pussy...so he kept going.

Zeus attack

- Q: Was Trombley actually just sitting there observing like he did in the film? [note: about Zeus attack]

A: Yes and no. Lots of people were kind of looking. I was the one that jumped up and observed the gun firing to find its location. I then called Walt up to the MK-19 to walk him in on target while calling in CAS via rotary wing at the same time. I got a Navy Achievement Metal with Combat V for that action. Interesting the series got it wrong on that.

explosion of Rudy's stove

- I didn't set my face on fire, Rudy set my face on fire…hahaha. That was all healed in just a few weeks like it never happened…I heal fast. It is a common joke amongst my friends that i am Wolverine because of my rapid healing.

- Rudy was heating water for coffee. It didn't explode. To use diesel fuel in those stoves we would preheat the fuel tube with a hexamite tab. Hexamite tabs turn to gel when they burn. Rudy was carrying the stove outside and some diesel on the outside of the stove caught fire in his hands. He then dropped it and the hexamite splattered off it all over my face. Burning gel all over my face

Captain America's name

- Yeah. A little into the invasion he went running into these mud huts with a fixed bayonet. I was sitting in my HMMWV with my team watching him run in and made the comment “This guy thinks he is Captain America!” We all started calling him that afterwards. To not embarrass the guy publicly they used it in the book and film instead of his real name.

invasion

- Q: Given the might of US military and Nato forces, could the invasion have been planned better? Maybe take more time to get there instead of the confusion and rush?

A: There was a plan and it worked pretty well. Our unit was only one small part of a much larger machine so you don't get to see the overarching thinking behind the entire invasion, you just see a tiny tiny part of it. Two quips that sum it up nicely are "Speed is far more effective than a plan" and "Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the face"

- Q: Why weren't tanks and armor part of your group specially when entering hostile town?

A: Because they were needed elsewhere and we were essentially probing the battlefield so the commanders would know where best to direct the invading force...including armored units.

Recon training/conditions of OIF

-Q: How do you cope with the constant dangers and lack of sleep, food and hygiene. Most people would operate at lower levels under these circumstances and make mistakes. Was there something you guys did that made things better?

A: You fight how you train. We were used to little sleep, food, and hygiene because that is how we always trained. So, when it came to war we were already very comfortable and used to operating in that condition. Same shit, different day.

- All Recon Marines have the same MOS...0321. There are team roles such as Pointman, Navigator, Slackman, RTO, Assistant RTO, Assistant Team Leader, and Team Leader. Every Recon Marine is expected to have held each role to be well rounded. You may be the RTO in one team and then a Navigator in another.

All Marines (not just Recon Marines) are marksman and have to qualify just the same. This is independent of their MOS. Every Marine is a Rifleman.

Nearly all Recon Marines have gone through Sniper School...this is nothing super special.

- Q: Though I did do underwater football with a few of the Recon guys for PT a few times. That was a pretty brutal game. Put a plastic chair in either side of the deep end of the pool (12'+ at Flores) and put an underwater weight between the chairs in the middle of the pool. Line up 5 guys on either side. Dive in on the mark and try to get the weight into the seat of the chair opposite of your side. Tap if you need air, usually you get released pretty quickly... After a second or two. And that was about the only rule. Underwater everything was game. Grabbing, choking, ripping off masks...and it was a brutal workout. You'd be sucking wind after a few goals.

A: When I was in we played a lot of "Underwater Soccer" which is basically the same thing just without the chairs. Two team on either side of the pool and a weight (either a 25lb bar weight or dumbbell) in the middle on the bottom. Your team gets a point when you touch the opposing teams wall with the weight in hand.

The other game I used to love was the "Whistle Game." In this game a metal whistle was thrown into the middle of the pool. It was every man for himself. You had to grab the whistle from the bottom of the pool and rise to the surface and successfully blow it. If you did then you got to get out of the pool. Everyone else keeps going. It was one of the "Pays to be a winner" games.

- Another fun side note: We used to play a game called "Tap-Out Pass-Out" in which we would ground fight (think Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu) and the only rules were no eye gouging. The game was only over when someone would pass out or tap out. While Rudy is/was an amazing standing fighter, he wasn't great on the ground. I am very good on the ground and would always beat him, much to Rudy's chagrin. Because of that Rudy began to diligently practice and improve his ground fighting, so I don't know if you should mess with him on the ground now.

Ripped Fuel

- Q: Ray, how much Ripped Fuel have you had?

A: Believe it or not I only had 2 the entire time. Two were issued to each marine as part of a med kit. The rest was just swallowing Folgers Coffee Crystals that came in the MREs.

First Recon

- Former B Co, 1st Recon Bn 0321 (1999-2003) checking in. 1st Recon was a Battalion in 1990? It was a Company when I first got there (I was in 2nd Platoon - 1st Recon Co)...then it changed into a Battalion a year or two later.

Afghanistan / Ray's Marine Corps career

- Question: Were you on this float? What did you do before joining 1st recon? Did you go to Afghanistan?

Answer: Yes. I was a pipeliner, so I was always always at 1st. I did go to Afghanistan. I was in 1st Recon Company, 2nd platoon on this float. It is the same platoon as Brad Colbert but I was in a different team.

- You can petition to "try out" for recon. If you pass a screening (run by Recon Marines) then you typically go to a "RIP" platoon (Recon Indoctrination Platoon or something like that) to be weeded out if you aren't able to hang. From there you go to a Recon MOS producing school (ARS or BRC) and if you pass that course then you become a "Roper" until you pass the unit Indoc. It isn't just jump right in.

- Q: I guess that means you went fleet grunt first then tested into recon yeah?

I enlisted 03XX then got 0311 out of SOI, then was picked up by recon at the graduation of SOI.

A: I am a fellow pipeliner. When i went in, 0321 was a secondary MOS (circa 2000)…so I was an 0311 with the secondary of 0321.

- Q: What year did you graduate boot camp? Company? Platoon?

A: January 2000, San Diego, Mike Co., Plt 3014

- Q: The 9/11 attacks solidified my choice in enlisting. At the time, I was a Sophomore in HS. 3rd period Geometry. Where were you?

A: Sitting in a pub in Darwin Australia (it was night time there) on libo. Shore Patrol comes running into the pub screaming for everyone to get back to ship (15th MEU on the USS Dubuque). Get back to ship just in time to see the second tower fall on tv. Go to drunken sleep as we set sail for Pakistan (Bravo Platoon, 1st Recon Company).

- He [note: Ray talking about himself] picked up Sgt. before he got out through. Fellow B Co 1st Recon alum. Yut Yut.

characters/people career background

- First Recon Bn is not just Recon Marines...it includes all the support personnel that are needed for a unit as well; like Armorers, Motor T, Intel, Supply, Communications, Admin, etc.

Jeff wasn't a Recon Marine; his MOS was Motor T. He was a Motor T Marine assigned to First Recon. We loved Jeff because he was super pessimistic and hateful. When Darnold was shot and medevac'd out, Jeff filled the vacancy in Kocher's team.

- Capt. Eric Dill was our Recon Platoon Commander during Afghanistan and can be seen in Part-8 @ 11:42. His/my platoon is the one that he handed over to Fick after we got back stateside.

- One thing to note is that Fick wasn't with Recon during Afghanistan...he was an Infantry Platoon commander. Afghanistan is where Fick became buddies with our current Recon Platoon commander, Eric Dill. Dill convinced Fick to come over to 1st Recon after getting back from Afghanistan. This is also where we "found" Garza, Leon, etc and convinced them to come over from the infantry to become Recon Marines.

- The first casualty was Darnold in Eric Kocher's team. He was shot in the forearm when we drove through an ambush. This is the scene where Walt was possibly tangled in the electrical wires and I believe it shows a HMMWV monster-trucking a car. Dirty Earl (Jeff Carizalez) then took over for Darnold in Eric's team.

paddles

- Paddles aren't just a Recon thing...they are generally a boat team thing...which Recon guys are amongst. Honestly, it varies as to who would get one. Some think that only other Recon Marines should get them...others think that support guys should too.

Typically the size of the paddle matters. The bigger the paddle the more senior/experience/loved the guy was. When I was in the small novelty paddles were for thank-you's to folks. Regular 4 foot paddles were for solid Recon Marines that were liked. Large 6 foot paddles were reserved for guys that had been there a while and were exceptional.

GK production

- David Simon (the guy that did Gen Kill) was really the instrumental piece to making it what it was. Early on HBO was going to have someone else do it...and it was straight up fucking Michael Bay style. David wanted real Marines to be able to watch the series and see not a single thing wrong with it; from the dialog, equipment/uniforms, actor body types, mannerisms, etc. He gave us a hell of a ton of leeway to just "be ourselves" so he could have that in the series.

I got involved early on when they were working on the scripts to make sure the slang and jargon added was Marine Corps specific and current. Even the radio chatter in all scenes was written by real Marines...all the pilot sides of radio chatter (like when calling CAS) was recorded by a real FAC.

All the actors were put through a two week "How to be a Marine" course. From how to wear their uniforms, how to carry their weapons, hazing motivational physical exercises, etc. One of the biggest problems was all the actors wanting to do exactly what Rudy Reyes did on set; and Rudy lives in a comic book so it wasn't all exactly accurate.

In one of the episodes, the Oscar Award winning Director (different episodes had different directors) was going to have guys flying when shot like you see in the typical movies. After the Marines on set (Eric Kocher and Jeff Carizalez) told her that was not real and she did it anyways; Eric and Jeff started just making comments like "This episode is going to fail fucking miserably", "Wow, this episode is going to suck balls", "This is the worst fucking thing I have ever seen"...as you already noticed, those scenes were redone.

float tapes

- About the Float Tapes: OMG!...these videos are gold. Watching through them now. I have already seen Gabe Garza (Part-3 @ 1:04 far right) Tony Espera (Part-3 @ 7:50) as they were both with that infantry unit at the time.

- I had never seen these so it is fun to relive this float. In Part 4 when they are doing the "Steel Beach Party" he has a part where he films guys playing hacky-sack with "Black Shirts = Cool AF" on screen. The black shirts are Recon guys (everyone else has to wear green). In that shot are Eric Kocher (in the green flight suit) and Larry Shawn Patrick (tall guy with sunglasses on) along with some other brothers. There were 22 Recon guys total on that float in 4 teams. I haven't seen me or anyone from my team in the videos yet.

- Part 36 @ 3:17 is Rudy Reyes, a guy i forgot his name right now in the SERE shirt, the blond guy to his right (James Klepel /was on my team), and the guy that walks in behind Espera (Luke Meister / also on my team).

Real Evan Wright intel (twitter) about GK

camera

- Reporter's camera was a Leica m6 50mm, analogue (film, not digital)

Manimal

- Anthony "Manimal" Jacks usually wore his teeth and was a serious person who spoke to me a lot about his family & his concerns about doing right, if we crossed the border. Being "Manimal" was sort of a character he played to amuse people

MRE crates

- As is clear in this photo, Holsey, too, could scarcely contain his joy that I was taking his picture. Note: he's seated on an MRE crate. Those are like general propose chairs and tables in the field, like "apple boxes" in the film industry.

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absurdthirst · 2 years

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The Den {Alpha!Mando x Omega!F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, sex work, knotting, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, overstimulation, vaginal sex, knotting, cream pie, slight breeding kink, slight dom/sub dynamics

Comments: There is a place amongst the glittering lights of Canto Bight. A place where Alphas can seek what they want, what they need. An Omega to use and care for when the need inside them grows to be unbearable.

This is part of @clydesducktape ‘s The Moon in May Writing Challenge Week 4 (May 22-28) : Knot/Den

*** When reblogging or talking about Omegaverse, please remember that ‘a/b/o’ without the slash punctuation marks (/) is considered a slur for the Aboriginal people in Australia.

Moodboard by @wardenparker

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says 'creator chooses not to use warnings'. You also agree that you're the right age to be consuming anything here.

There are….places to seek relief. Services that catered to what he needs. When the dormant need inside of him flares to life, the need to nurture, to care for, to be obeyed becomes overwhelming. Often that last basic need was met when he finally brought a bounty to heel. When they stopped struggling and went with him, it didn't matter if it was because he was dragging their corpse behind him or not.

Lately, the kid had soothed the need to be a caretaker, although it was much different with Grogu than it would be with an Omega. Now that he was gone though, back with his own kind, that gapping, mawing hole in his chest was obvious again. His Alpha pawing and pacing inside him, needing something, someone to take care of.

It doesn’t hurt that it’s been a long time since he’s been in a rut. Oftentimes he was around other alphas, or betas. Omegas were a prize that are often kept far away from the dusty, skug hole planets that he had visited while on the run from the Empire or even when he wasn’t on the outs with the Guild. Now that he’s got a moment to breathe, to do more than just rush headlong into one dangerous situation after the other, his body decides that it’s time.

He feels guilty thinking about visiting that one place on Canto Bight. It’s upscale, of course it would be, but it caters to…those needs. Omegas available for use, for a hefty price. It wasn’t that he wanted to use them, well he did, but not in the normal sense of a brothel. Alphas had a reputation of being big, broad and mean, which he could be, but they also cared for those under their protection. He was unmated, unmarked by an Omega or even a Beta so he would be responsible for the Omega he had paid for.

Standing at the flight boards, he curses the need to use a star cruiser. Yes, they were opulent, comfortable, but he hates the fact that they are public. That he doesn’t have a moment to strip out of his armor or clean it. Sharing spaces with families and children that make him fully aware that he is missing a member of his clan. Also having to give up his weapons made him grit his teeth and despise the fact that he was talking to a boarding droid instead of a living being, sure that he could explain that they were the physical representation of his religion to them better than he could to a droid.

He feels the need, the pull in the pit of his stomach, the way that his balls are heavy and aching. He has a day, maybe two, before he is constantly hard under his flight suit. Leaking out into his undergarments and needing to bury himself in a warm, pliant, yielding body. But more than that, to make them feel good. To make them keen and preen under his touch. To cry out the name that he gives them.

Clenching his fist and sighing slightly under his helmet, Din walks up to the control panel and purchases a ticket to Canto Bight on the MPO-1400 Star Cruiser that is docked at the port. Code in hand, he walks over to the droid to secure his weapons. “You must secure-”

“I am a Mandalorian.” He growls, his tone deeper and richer, causing the heads of several passing Omegas to turn at the stern tone of an Alpha. “Weapons are part of my religion.”

The droid doesn’t care about that, programmed to ensure that all the passengers that are embarking on this ship are unarmed when they come onboard. The droid motions to the box, “You must secure-”

“Yeah, I know.” Din interrupts again with a huff. Turning the key of the trunk and opening it so he can deposit the various weapons, bombs, whistling birds into the bottom. He’s irritated at how long it takes, but he wouldn’t try to hide any of the weapons. He knows the droid is scanning him. He locks the case and takes the ticket before he points at the bot. “I know everything there.” He warns before he turns and walks up the ramp to find his seat.

The flight is uncomfortable, the heat inside his flight suit is starting to creep up. Making him want to squirm, to shift in the cushioned seat. Not from being uncomfortable with the plush perch, not just from the want to try to seek a small reprieve from the sweat that is starting to build up along his glands. Hook a finger under his cowl and pull it away from his neck, to allow the recycled air of the cruiser to cool his skin.

He doesn’t. Mandalorians rarely show fatigue or injury or even discomfort while they are in public. The image they portray is a large part of their success as bounty hunters. The fear of their reputations helps bring in many quarries that do not want a Mandalorian hunting them down. So he doesn’t, instead he sits, ramrod straight and imagines the Omega and what he will do.

Canto Bight is flashy, fancy. Something to be had for everyone looking for a vice. From the farrier races, to noisy, blinking slot machines or the smokey serious back gambling tables, it was made for people who want. There are brothels where every manner of creature could be found in exchange for coins. An hour, or even a night bought while you could indulge in whatever sexual fantasy that could be imagined.

The Den is where Mando steadily makes his way towards. The retrieval of his weapons had helped, eased some of the anxiety that had ridden just below the surface and fused with the needs of his Alpha. Now that they were back on his body, every piece in its proper place, the twitching of his cock has him stalking silently towards the elaborate scrolling sign that beckons Alphas to come and spend their coins.

The scent gets stronger as he gets closer. Cloying and filling the air, temping all the lone Alphas that wander the streets in look of something to do, beckoning them to come inside and find which Omega had made their cock stir and their inner Alpha purr with need. His cock hardens underneath his own flight suit, pressing against the seam as he gets closer. Inhaling the spicy aroma of one Omega more than most, his Alpha already choosing that one, pleased with her pheromones.

He’s never comfortable in places like these. Not completely. The stink of too many Alphas in one place makes his nose curl under his helmet, the dominant portion of his Alpha rearing his head and making him want to pull his blaster. He won't though. There are rules. Any Alpha who challenges another in the doors of The Den will be permanently banned from all of the establishments around the galaxy. The loss of easy access to Omegas was too great to risk a show of testosterone to most.

Instead he walks up to the counter, aware that his own pheromones are starting to waft from under the heavy layers of his bekar and clothing. Indicating to everyone nearby that he was nearing a rut and seeking. His hand comes up, not for his blaster, but to tap the bell, a small tinkling sound that seems out of place considering the moan that is drifting down from a room upstairs.

A small, blue skinned Twi’lek comes out, taking a deep breath and smirking when she smells him. “Need a chip, Mando?” She asks, reaching up and stroking her lekku, watching him with something that could only be described as hunger. She was a Beta but her nostrils flare and she leans in. “Are you sure you want a ‘mega?” She asks. “I’ve always wanted to try a Mandalorian.”

Instead of answering, Din reaches down and pulls the right number of credits out of the pouch from his belt and lays them on the counter. Making her grin turn into a frown and she hisses as she snatches up the credits and slaps down a large silver disc. “I didn’t want a stinking Alpha anyway.” She snarks before she turns away and disappears beyond the beaded curtain again.

Din grunts, leather gloves reaching out and picking up the disc, palming it as he turns and starts making his way towards the rooms. The disc would be placed in the slot in the door of whatever Omega’s room he chose, showing that they were occupied and unavailable to any other Alphas. It helped them stay organized and allowed the Alpha to seek whichever Omega had their scent caught in the Alpha’s nose.

His nose guides him, the scent tantalizes him, making him yearn to rip his helmet off and press his nose against the Omega’s scent gland and inhale deeply. Getting stronger as he walks down the hall, noting discs in the door and he hopes that whoever the scent belongs to isn’t taken. It doesn’t seem like it. The pheromones that are teasing his Alpha are not pleasured, not active. Just the mellow scent of someone who is bored, waiting. He can change that.

The door is red. A name scrolled on it above the rules that are clearly listed: No Marking, No Mating, No Breeding, next to the disc holder. Empty. Din doesn’t hesitate, sliding his disc into the slot and knocks on the door. Shifting slightly when he hears shuffling behind the door, fists at his side curling with need.

When the door opens, the waft of your scent flows under the helmet, nearly making him growl in anticipation. Cock hardening even more under the material of his flight suit and the normally soft material itching at his skin, begging him to strip down and press his overheated body to yours.

It’s a long misconstrued belief that only Omegas are needy. They are the ones that have to have an Alpha fill them up. That their very nature makes them submissive. Din knows that’s not exactly true. During a rut, an Alpha needs his Omega. Needs to be buried inside the warmth of their body and praise them for how well they are accepting of them. Needs to nurture and soothe the need inside them and protect them.

You are beautiful, your eyes widening when you see him in front of you, although your pheromones don’t change. You are not scared of him, although your pulse does pick up slightly. It’s not his Alpha that senses that, but the scanners inside his helmet.

“Alpha.” You look at him from head to toe, all covered in fabric and beskar, weapons hanging from his belt. Biting your lip when you smell the need and attraction pouring off the faceless Alpha. You wonder if he will take off any of the layers or if you are going to be used while you never feel anything but his cock on your skin. “Come in.”

He exhales softly, relieved that he is being invited into your den, your nest. You have the option of rejecting any Alpha you choose. That is a part of the rules that are etched into the door and all must obey them. Nodding, he watches you back away and open the door wider, urging him to enter your space.

There are thousands of lights in your room, soft, gently casting an intimate glow over the silken sheets and soft bedding that makes up the majority of the room. The dying scent of previous Alpha’s in this space is muted with the overwhelming scent of you.

The click of the lock makes him turn his head, sensing that you are behind him after closing the door. Looking around to spot a table where he will be free to remove his armor. Needing to shed the layers that are covering him and he quickly strides over to it. “What is your name, Omega?” He asks, even if he knows it. It’s written on the door, but he wants to hear more of your voice, hear you say it before he tells you his own.

Your voice is delicious, making his spine tingle as you answer him. Giving him your name in a clear tone that has his cock twitching as he imagines what it will sound like breathless, full of him. “My name is Din.” He tells you, removing his chestplate and back plate and setting them down respectfully. Curassis came next, followed by his pauldrons and gauntlets. Turning towards you as he peels his gloves off one by one to reveal the first of his skin you will see. “You can call me Din or Alpha.” He tells you. “Whatever makes you comfortable.”

Your eyes are on him, watching him strip down and it makes his blood spike even more. You’ve accepted him, the scent of you changing and making his nostrils flare as he inhales the sweet, alluring pheromones that you are giving off. Signaling that you want to touch him, having him touch you. “Din.” You murmur softly, testing the name on your tongue and his Alpha leaps in his chest, clamoring to claim you now.

“Omega.” He growls softly, making your eyes drift up from his hands to center on the dark glass of his visor. Seemingly staring into his helmet and his eyes. “Undress.” He orders, although there is a thread of neediness in his tone, the urgency of his Alpha to have you yield to him even more. To give yourself over to him to pleasure you.

You nod, reaching for the ties of your robe. You don’t wear much, never seeing a need to keep much more than a soft silk robe over your body. Happy to drop it to the floor and stand before this Alpha nude. Smelling the need that is filling the air and you wonder if he will be rougher at first, it seems as if it has been some time since his last rut.

He feels his chest tighten, his cock hardens even more at the sight of your nude body. Luscious and soft looking. He will spend hours caressing and touching you. Learning what makes you purr and cry out in exquisite pleasure. What glands make you whimper when he presses his tongue against them. How you taste directly from the source. He reaches for his helmet, unlocking it with a tiny hiss, lifting it off his head so he can smell you better, see you clearer without the HUD. He had never removed his helmet before during a rut and it had been nearly painful, unable to taste. Since he has already been deemed Mandalorian no longer, he was going to take advantage of this rut. Allow himself this tiny bit of pleasure before he starts to redeem himself.

He’s handsome, you note as you watch his eyes meet yours. He’s expressive, his face a mix of lust and unsurity. As if he didn’t often expose himself. Instead of calling attention to it, you walk over to your nest. Large and comfortable with multiple fabrics and bedding layered for a soft place to curl up, to connect. Your nest was essential to your space, as much as the lights that twinkled overhead and reminded you of the view from a transparisteel of a ship as you careened through hyperspace. Climbing inside, you stretch out, giving him a view of your body as your pheromones signal that you are ready. “Alpha. Din.” You murmur softly. “I need you here with me.”

It makes him eager to finish stripping off the layers. Unwinding the cowl that is around his neck, tossing it over the beskar and reaching for the thick padding that the armor attaches to. Pulling it off until he is in a long shirt and pants, boot toed off. “What are your limits, Omega?” He demands, knowing that he must abide by your wants. A good Alpha nurtures pleasure, even when it’s tinged with pain.

You blink, surprised that he would ask that. It was rare that Alphas asked that, believing that the rules that were listed on the door were the only limits that were to be had inside your nest. You were rarely mistreated, the reputation of The Den was too well known to risk it. “I don’t really have any.” You murmur.

“Can I knot you?” Your cunt clenches at the low, raspy words, still surprised that he is asking. Satisfaction that this man, this Alpha, has come to your den floods your entire body. On the door, there is not a rule about knotting, but he is asking anyway. Biting your lip, you watch as his shirt comes off over his head, revealing a chest that is littered with scars before he starts to push his pants down, the large cock bobbing free. The head is nearly purple, leaking profusely and jutting up proudly and curving towards his belly.

He will be a pleasure to take, to have knot you and your cunt clenches again, another wave of desperate arousal pouring off of him as your eyes devour his cock and make it twitch. “Yes, Alpha.” He twitches again, jerking violently as he stands under your perusal of his body, waiting. Apparently waiting for an invitation into your nest.

Din watches you, the cool air of the room feeling exquisite on his skin. Calming the raging fever inside his blood, his Alpha demanding that he touch you. Still he waits, watching until you lift a hand and crook your finger. Making him leap forward and crawl carefully into the positioned cushions and bedding of your nest, groaning at the way your scent wraps around him. Fills his nostrils and his head with nothing but the Omega in front of him.

“‘M gonna take care of you, ‘mega.” He promises thickly, hands starting at your ankles and starting to map your skin with a touch that is surprisingly gentle. Soft from the thick leather gloves that cover his hands, the only calluses are not dry and cracking, just thicker skin where he grips the gun that is rarely off his hip. Sliding over your knees and brushing behind them, noting that you whimper slightly when he touches the scent gland there.

Often the idea of an Alpha was that they were brutal. Taking what they want with no care or regard for anyone else. Bullies by their designation and the top of the hierarchy in the social structures that had developed. Free to do whatever they wished and only a more powerful Alpha could curb them. Din knew that was probably true for some. He had been in the outer rims long enough that he knew there was cruelty among all designations. He had seen it among Betas, Alphas, there was even an Omega who was shockingly brutal.

However, a true Alpha was one that would keep to provide, to nurture pleasure and foster the wellbeing of the partner they were with. He protected those under him, cared for them, and satisfied them. It was what gave him the most pleasure and soothed the Alpha inside him.

Lips touch your skin, making him groan and his cock leaks again with another lovely little bead of precum. He loved taste, obsessed with it since he normally did not spend much time with his helmet off while eating. View it as a necessity rather than a pleasure, but this….this is pleasure. Your skin tastes like you smell. Heady and tangy with a touch of salt. Making him groan again and slide his tongue against it for another taste.

He’s never eaten pussy. He’s wanted to, watched plenty of holovids of it and jerked off thinking about burying his tongue in a cunt while the Omega or Beta writhed above him, but his helmet had prevented it. Not that it is an issue right now. Hearing your small inhale of surprise, Din dives in once he’s got your legs spread wide, cunt on display for him.

He’s not good at it. Not from the way that you squirm or giggle, your hand gently trying to guide his overeager mouth to where you needed it and not where he thought he should be. Apparently tonguing your hole was not as effective as it was made to be on those holovids. At least not for the Omega he was trying to pleasure.

Still, you didn’t complain. You didn’t stop him. Gasping his designation when he got something right. Making his chest puff up with pride as he repeats that same twist of his tongue or suck of your clit. He’s good with his hands, he knows that. Has fingered plenty of partners to prepare them for his cock or get them off before he fucks them. He knows where to press his fingers, or curl them up inside a cunt without looking. But his mouth on it is a different beast to tame. Like blaster fire, it takes practice and Din is patient when it comes to practice.

Even as untried and sloppy as he is, soon you are writhing. Legs tossed over his shoulders and heels digging into his back, bucking up into his mouth and pleas pour out of your mouth. Not acting, no, your pheromones are too desperate, too needy to cum for it to be practiced. It makes him groan and growl, ignoring the way that his cock throbs as he concentrates on your clit to make you cum.

“Alpha, oh fuck Din!” He’s never heard anything better in his entire fucking life than the way you gasp his name. Fingers digging into your hips and he knows he will leave bruises under your skin from where he digs them in, but he doesn’t care. Sucking and slurping on your cunt as if it’s the last in the universe. Right now, it’s the only cunt in the ‘verse to him. He hums, long and low when you fall apart. Pouring into his mouth when he seals his lips over your cunt and drinks deeply. Sucking down the fruit of his labors with all the relish of draining a jorgon fruit of its nectar. Pulling away when you are done trembling and he finds the gland on the inside of your hip, pressing against it and laving it with broad swipes of his tongue.

“Alpha.” His Alpha purrs inside him, answering the call of your Omega as you reach for him. Sliding up your body and pressing against you. He feels the way that your bod has warmed up. Turning you so that your back is pressed to his chest. Enjoying how easily you move with your limb limp from pleasure and he groans, sliding a hand back down to slip between your thighs. “Want you to sing for ‘mega.” He murmurs in your ear, his cock pressed between your cheeks but still he doesn’t rut against you. There will be plenty of time for that when he is inside you.

Your eyes flutter, breath catching when his fingers find your clit. This is obviously where his talent lays, two thick fingers curling up inside of you and making you whimper when he presses against that spongy spot while his thumb rubs slow circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

He groans, feeling the tight walls of your cunt yield, giving under the pressure of his digits. Pressing his face into your neck and inhaling your pheromones as he fingers you, working you steadily higher again and groaning at the way that you respond to his touch. He’s had Omegas before, worked them through a heat or only once before, had one during a rut, but you are sublime. Your soft cries accompany the feeling of your blunt nails digging into his forearms. Firmly trapped by his arms, you don’t try to move away from his touch, instead you are rolling your hips down and begging him for more. Craving what he can give you.

“Cum for me and I’ll give you my cock.” He rasps in your ear, rewarded by the way that your body shudders and the softest keening sound comes out. “I’ll fill you up and knot you.” You moan and his cock twitches at your back. “Pump you full of my cum and keep it in there until the knot goes down.” He knows you have an implant, more importantly he has an implant. He knows that there isn’t a chance of him impregnating you, but still the mere thought of breeding an Omega has his Alpha trying to rush things along.

You cling to him, exactly what he needs and he pulls you against this chest even more. Pressing his lips to your scent gland at your pulse and gliding his tongue along it, making you whine loudly. Your pheromones change again, soft and sweet and still building even more as your body primes for another orgasm.

You don’t take long to cum again. He likes that. Likes that your body, your Omega, is so receptive to his touch. Cooing soft words of praise into your ear while his fingers pump into you, urging you closer to falling apart for him again.

Pride fills him when you cum. Bucking against his hand while your thighs clamp down around his hand, keeping it in place as you roll your hips. “Din, oh fuck, Din…Alpha!” You cry out, letting him smell the pleasure as it courses off of you in thick waves. Feeling it from the way that you soak his fingers and hug them tightly in your body.

“So good.” He murmurs, feeling almost drunk off the way that you spiraled in your pleasure. The emotions you had been feeling heavy in the air as he soaks up each one and savors it. Lets it furl through his body and ease the Alpha’s needs, even as his body is screaming to claim you, to knot you.

Normally when he is with a partner, it’s from behind. Because of his helmet, making sure that they are unable to snatch it off his head while he is rocking into them. Or because they liked the fact that a Mandalorian was fucking them. Now, with everything that has changed, he lets go of your clit when you whine, overstimulated and starts to thrash against him to roll you onto your back so he can climb on top of you.

It’s a different view. Looking down at your wide eyes. Limbs splayed wide and welcoming as he settles between your thighs. The slick from your cunt soaking his cock with the few thrusts he gives through your folds. Feeling how wet he has made you makes him growl. Wrapping his hand around his cock for the first time since he has climbed into your nest, he pumps himself, taking a moment to ease the head through your folds and feel how easily he slips through.

It’s almost painful how badly he wants to sink into your cunt. To plunge inside your molten velvet walls and batter himself inside you until he’s pouring himself deep, giving you his knot and tying you together for the next few hours. Instead he watches you, for one brief moment indulging in the fantasy that you are his Omega. That you bear his mark and are currently waiting for your Alpha to breed you.

His cock twitches, making him squeeze the base so he doesn’t cum so quickly. He wants to feel you spasm around him once before his knot pushes inside your tight little cunt and he’s pumping you full of his useless seed for hours.

When he finally does give in, it’s only because you are begging. Your lips twisted in a pretty pout until he notches his cock and slides smoothly inside. Instantly, his Alpha is more at peace than he has been in days. Instead of pawing and clamoring under his skin like an animal trying to get out, he’s a lothcat in the sun, stretched out and puring. Warmed by the heat of your cunt hugging his cock.

He fucks steady, sharps snaps of his hips that are equally measured. A tempo that you could count in your head if he wasn’t stealing your breath with every push of his hips and thrust of his cock drilling up into you. Making your Omega preen and purr, crying out for more that has you wrapping your legs around his back and rocking up to meet him. Trying to urge him on.

“Fuck, ‘mega.” He spits, looking down at your heavy lidded eyes, watching the gasps form on your lips when he spears deep into your cunt again. “Pretty ‘mega, taking my cock. Squeezing me. Doing exactly what your Alpha needs.” You whine, nodding quickly and your hands race up his back with the feeling of your blunt nails scoring his skin lightly, making him shudder.

You like the praise, that much is obvious. The way your cunt squeezes him like a vice when he tells you how good you are is accompanied by the waft of a very pleased Omega drifting off of you. He wonders how many others took the time to feed your Omegas needs. To praise and coo to you while making sure that they keep you filled. Alphas and Omegas both need things from each other, it’s what makes your designations fit perfectly together. He grunts, bracing his arms on his elbows and brushes his thumb across that gland while he watches his cock plunge into your body again and again.

He feels how connected you are. The air around the two of you is heavy with your mingling scents. Something that pleases his Alpha and makes him ruck his hips forward even faster. “Gonna cum?” He grunts out, watching your teeth bite your bottom lip and watches your hands slide from around him to grasp your tits. Massaging and pinching your stiff nipples with a loud moan. Later on, when his knot is buried inside your tight cunt, he’ll suck on them. Pull you into his lap and tease them with his tongue to find out if you like it as much as he imagines.

For now, the quick pace of slapping skin has his full attention. Feeling your body draw up tighter as his own starts to prepare. The tingling in the base of his spine is the only reason he doesn’t pause, give his aching thighs a break from where he is rocking over you. He’s close and he knows you are. Angling up into your cunt, he slides a hand between your thighs and presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing quickly as he feels the knot start to form.

“Cum for me ‘mega.” He begs, desperate for that last flood of slick from your cunt to ease his knot inside you. It’s thick, meant to keep his cock deep inside while his seed takes root. While there is no chance of him impregnating you, He still wants to be buried in your body while he rides out his rut. “Want this pretty little cunt to soak me. Let my knot slip inside you easily.” He knows it won’t be easy, but that slick will make it easier for you to take it. He doesn’t want you to hurt unnecessarily.

You mewl and buck up under him. Giving him what he wants as your body responds to both his physical manipulation of your body and the thread of command in his order. Heat rushes over his cock, the slippery slick of your cunt flooding it and making him groan.

His hips stutter, pace getting sloppy as he feels his knot swell, his orgasm starting to crest. Relief and need flooding his own body, making him let go of your gland, your clit and grab your legs. Pushing them wide and thrusting into you harshly, grunting out with every hard push of his hips. So close to his peak that he can taste it.

He needs this. Breath catching when your hands slide up his arms and rest on his own scent glands, massaging them gently. “Cum Alpha.” You beg breathlessly. “Fill me up, knot me.” Your sweet whimper makes his entire body jerk in response. “I need it.”

Stars burst behind his eyes, his hands tighten on your body, nearly shouting while his cock drills deep, the already thick knot pushing into your cunt and rapidly filling with blood to lock him inside your passage while he starts to cum.

White hot pleasure races through his body, making him grunt and hiss every time another pump of his cum floods your womb, filling you up in the most primal way. Twitching, as he empties himself of the first of many orgasms. Grinding his hips and making sure that he doesn’t pull against your lips with the fat base of his knot.

Din buries his face against your neck, collapsing against your body and pinning you down. Not that you seem to mind it. Your legs wrap around his thighs again and your hands stroke his back. The loud roar of pleasure that had filled his ears was slowly starting to fade away, making him realize that you are cooing softly to him. Telling him how good his knot feels inside you. Making him hum and press his lips to your pulse again. Sighing softly at the relief that is flooding his body now that his rut is in full swing and he’s buried inside a beautiful, soft, willing Omega.

The next few hours, the next few days will be spent in this nest. Buried inside you and caring for you. The food and drink will be given to you while he’s still connected to you. Making sure that all of your needs are met and he is looking forward to feeling what a kiss will be like. You have been patient with him so far and he’s grateful that he had decided to come to The Den.

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Chainmail cap, 1400-1500.

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Sword

Western European, ca. 1400

The silver-embellished pommel and the crossguard made of copper alloy (rather than steel) wrapped with silver wire suggest that this sword was intended for presentation or for ceremonial use rather than as a fighting weapon. The Latin quotation inscribed on the pommel reads in translation, "here, too, virture has its due reward" (Virgil, Aeneid, book 1, line 461). The inscription (now illegible) on the blade is an early example of the use of etching for the decoration of a weapon. Approximately a century later, acid etching became a popular way to embellish arms and armor and an important technique in printmaking.

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Kaidan x AFAB db WARM oneshot

Kaidan mod belongs to livtempleton on nexus

Will involve spoilers of the kaidan mod

mention of Inigo, Auri, and Lucien who belong

to SMARTBLUECAT, Waribiki, & JosephRussell

I had only just defeated alduin on the throat of the world- but it wasn’t enough. What I need is a plan- and the context of Alduin going to Sovngarde after cowering off in the heap of battle surly made a mess of things.

I needed a drink.

I thank my companions who had followed me through this unfortunate incident- one of them being Kaidan. He and I had known each other longest; with finding him in an abandoned prison, going through an old cave from his childhood, unmasking his past and heritage, and an ex lover.

This ex lover of his was a powerful destruction and conjuration mage, whom had a disturbed body due to her own mutilation for spells. Kaidan, in response, said that when she threatened my life, he lost any sympathy towards her. Thus, he killed her, and I suspected it took a toll on him mentally.

A couple weeks or so after the incident, Kaidan was clearing his mind still. What helped distract him was the fight on the throat of the world. It exhausted all of us, but it helped Kaidan move on from his past. He was still his broody, serious self, but he seemed more…distracted as of late.

We spent an entire day and a half in solitude. Inigo and Lucien had went off to the Bards College- Lucien wanted to look at some books, and Inigo had to tune his lute. Auri had kept a distance from the market and went to the inn for some jagga- she’ll be disappointed. Kaidan followed me to the blacksmith as I needed a tune up on my bow, and it was an awkward silence between us. Kaidan would eye me from to time to time, and I, of course, noticed but kept it to myself. His mood today seemed strange, and I could tell he was anxious about something due to his boots shuffling against the floor from time to time.

“This is a dwarven bow, pulls back perfectly twelve inches, and the quiver can hold up to eighty arrows.” Fihada, the owner of the flecher, spoke. He showed a case with a amber metal crafted bow, carved with dwarven material and a thick string.

“Looks great. How much for it?” I asked, tilting down to the bow with a gleam. Amazing how a weapon from an extinct race was still crafted after all this time.

“Well, I have a couple. Enchanted, sharpened, both or none. Which would you like?”

“Both.”

Fihada pulled out a dwarven bow, pulsing a red glow. “Fire enchantment, can pierce through heavy armor, around 1400 septims.”

I pulled my coin purse, the jingle caused the shop owner to grin.

Kaidan quickly put his hand on my arm, lightly touching to my hand with his other. I looked up, he furrowed his brows.

“Hey, I can get it if you want. I owe you this.” He mumbled, his voice was a crackle, like a fire in a cold home.

“I suppose.” I shrugged, he gave a soft hum and pulled out his own coin purse. In the heat of the moment, back when we faced a troll, Kaidan had his bow disarmed in battle, causing him to grab mine. Mine was not a war bow, it was made for less strong pulls and more quicker tactics- and in the heat of the moment, forgetting it was not his bow’s strength, completely snapped the string.

“Thanks for the business!”

The sky was a golden tropic, shining down on solitude and her lovely stones. Lucien and Inigo had already gotten back to the inn to rest, while Kaidan and I were alone. The silence came back, to us sitting in silence and only merely glancing at each other when the said other was looking away. I didn’t have the courage to speak, I still don’t, not with this gauge of a thick layer called “tension.” We decided to head back to the inn, where the group was rested.

“No Jagga? What type of inn is this?” I heard Auri complain to the keeper of the winking skeever.

“I.. I’m sorry we only sell Nord, Imperial, and Breton drinks here.” Corpulus Vinius sighed, he was rubbing the counter with a wet rag, cleaning up stains.

“Besides alcohol,” Lucien interrupted, “do you have any rooms for five?”

“Five?” Corpulus itched his neck, thinking for a second. “I’m sorry I only can give four for tonight…”

“One of us needs to share a room with each other. Is one of the rooms with two beds at least?” Inigo asked, bringing his tankard to the counter.

“No, but we have a one queen sized bed that can fit two.”

“Oh boy.” Auri tapped her fingers against the wall, very much keeping her hands away from wood.

“Hm.. is any of us alright with sharing a bed with anyone?”

“I erm..” Lucien’s awkward voice chimed, “I rather sleep alone in one room… if that is alright…”

“That’s fine, Lucien.” I nodded, and he was already leaving for the night. Poor chap was exhausted.

“Why don’t you and Kaidan share the room?“ Auri proposed, smiling slyly towards me. I fumbled, twisting my hand behind my back to grip my fist.

Kaidan cleared his throat, “would it be more appropriate if you two shared?”

“Why is it not appropriate for you two to share? You two are close friends, besides one can sleep on the floor if it’s that bad.”

“You just want a room by yourself too.” Inigo glanced to Auri, who giggled.

“Fine,” I sighed, touching my temples with my fingers. “We can work something out.”

“Aye. I’ll stand uh, guard if need be. I don’t need rest.” Kaidan tried to comfort the situation, leading me to run my hand through my bag to pay for the rooms.

“You do, but sharing a bed isn’t the worst since it’s just one night.” I paid for the rooms, and immediately Auri and Inigo went upstairs.

“Have a nice night!” Auri chirped, mostly looking at me and having a mischievous grin.

I faltered my footing slightly.

I would assume it was around eleven in the night, and the group was asleep as I sat at a table upstairs near the bedrooms while I drank. My armor was in the room, in the corner by the bed and I was in more comfortable clothing, a brown shirt with black trousers. I couldn’t sleep due to pondering over what transpired for the past month. Alduin, Sovngarde, Kaidan…

A door quietly creaked open, and I turned in my seat. Kaidan-who was out of his bulky armor and in a soft, low cut rugged shirt with loose pants-was gazing at me through the door.

“Y’alright?” He asked, opening the door fully and leaning against the frame.

“M’fine, just having something to drink before I sleep. What about you? Why aren’t you asleep yet?”

“I can’t sleep.” Kaidan mumbled lightly, his voice was forced but still gentle, a breeze tickled my earlobes.

“Hm?” I got up from my seat quietly, keeping a hand on the table, “What’s wrong, then?”

“I...” The tall man stuttered, pinching his eyes shut as he gulped down what I could tell to be his strained words, “Skyrim is cold, a very chilly province- you would be freezing once the weather hits. It will be freezing soon.. and I’d like to… help you stay warm…”

“What do you mean?” I asked, raising my brow as to egg him on more.

“Haven’t you figured it out?” He looked me in the eyes, standing up straight, his hands fidgeted by running through his messy hair. “Me… stealing glances of you… any moment I’m with you... I can only think of being closer… physically.. mentally..” his breath hitched as he saw how far he was going to his words. My chest was pattering.

“Come to bed with me, you know I’ll still be there in the morning..”

I flushed- he was suggesting.. oh gods. My whole body warmed, my arms crushing to my chest as to feel if my heart was still beating like a hummingbird.

“I-I.. uhm.. yes.. maybe..? Uhm..” I couldn’t speak, this felt embarrassing. I was independent, strong, free willed... but this moment made me feel so bashful. I didn’t know how to understand this.

“Are you blushin,’ dragonborn..?” Kaidan chuckled under his breath as he walked to me, taking my hand into his. His lovely shade of red eyes were codling down into my weakest conscious. “Let’s see how long that’ll last..?”

I obligated, giving a soft nod as we entered his room together, letting the door slowly close and letting a soft click play.

Kaidan kept his hands on mine the entire time, letting them run up my shoulders and to my cheek. His hands were large, as any Akivirian, and Kaidan used them so gently. His fingertips running across my skin, leaving gentle flutter kisses with the feeling of his freshly shaved face on my neck- it’s almost as if he prepared. He smelled so nice, and his hair was washed and still cold. Oh yes, he definitely prepped for this moment.

“You freshened up, didn’t you?” I spoke under my breath, causing Kaidan to leave a hum on my neck.

“It’s a coincidence, I assure you..” he gave a breathy chuckle, letting his hands slowly trail to my torso- he was hesitant, moving his head for his eyes and mine to be in contact as we exchanged consenting glances. He knew what he was doing, I wonder if he at least knew how he makes me so weak...

We haven’t touched our lips yet, though instinctively I felt hot under the collar. Kaidan was only touching to my cheek, staring me down with his gentle eyes. The moment was long and quiet, so far only eye contact was the most intimate moment. My hand gently rose, cupping to Kaidan’s cheek all the same as he did mine, but I tilted him down to me- the man was a towering sweetheart.

Kaidan accepted the tilt, leaning down to put his nose against mine. The hold of our breaths kept us on edge, through the mental contact of souls: our eyes. My entire body flared up as I contracted our lips together- finally. It was slow, and mostly breaths touching each other’s skin as we awkwardly sealed our lips. This kiss was what you would expect for a first time. Of course, Kaidan felt aback- as if it was his first. I knew it wasn’t, and that kind of got me a bit relentless. But his surprise and shock as to the kiss made me wonder if he accepted this more than the ones before.

Our lips touching for the first time felt electrified, for how small the connection was.

“You..” I breathed, once we got our space, “you’re okay with this.?”

The man smiled lightly to me, giving almost a soft chuckle, “Thought maybe I should be asking you that? Yes, I’m fine.”

“How should we..?” I asked, looking to the side as to distract me from staring too deep into his eyes. gods, those eyes..

Kaidan gave my cheek a gentle caress as to calm both of our nerves. “We’ll improvise.” Kaidan gave a soft twitch at his lips, like a smile, to me which was chasing butterflies around my stomach. I sighed and gave him a kiss to the chin.

“That works.”

Kaidan had gotten my lips again for another longing kiss, putting his hands on the bed as to coax me down to it. The tips of his fingers were leaving nerves working on my skin, as his fingertips connected to the nape of my neck, caressing down to my collarbone. The feeling was so gentle, and careful: complete opposite of how I knew Kaidan to be in battle. He was aggressive, rough, a tank in a fight. But now, he was so gentle and loving- it made my heart swell.

His hands rested on my shirt, and gave me his longing eyes to ask for the removal of the damned clothing- which I immediately acted on. I took the cloth off and even went as far as to tease my undergarment strap to fall off my shoulder.

As his cheeks went to match the color of his tattoo, he eyed my face and kept his hands on my shoulders, lightly using his thumbs to circle my skin.

“Can I take the rest off..?” He asked, so gently it was almost a whisper.

I smiled warmly to him and gave a soft nod, “yes.”

He took a gentle inhale as his fingers found the hooks to my undergarment, and lightly undid them. The straps gave into gravity as my garments fell off my body. I tossed them to the side as they were no longer wanted. I could almost hear Kaidan’s heart beat like a hummingbird. An adorable display, even so when he went to give a kiss to my chin for light measure.

Kaidan’s lips caressed down my neck and to my collarbone. His nose tickled my skin, along with his feather-like kisses. My body tingled and shivers were up my spine, which caused my back to curl towards him slightly. He was intrigued by this, continuing his lips to my abdomen as he ignored my breasts. The feeling had my heart sink a bit, but was reversed as his hands went to cup them, gently. Kaidan’s palms were warm and big, and they’re enough to be a bra themself.

Kaidan was not a talker, that was obvious. But it was curious to see his eyes speak for him. The way he looked at me, I could hear him say the most heart melting things- his actions spoke for him.

As a Hand stayed on my chest, with gentle fondles and playful squeezes, the other went to hook a finger onto my last undergarment. His lips were right under my stomach, and I could feel my entire body shake with anticipation. Kaidan gave me his longing stare, practically begging me to let him continue. I nodded quickly, and tried to lift my hips to help remove them faster.

Once removed, Kaidan silently gazed, plotting out his next move. Embarrassed, my legs hesitatingly went to close, but Kaidan put his palm on one of my knees in a light touch. He looked up to me, and gave me a small quirk of a smile. His fingers of his free hand laid against my inner thigh as a tease.

“Would you like to… prepare…?” He asked, removing his hand on my knee but keeping his other dangerously close to my abdomen, as he scooted his body up to nearly lay next to me. I bit my lip and raised a brow.

“How much do you think I need preparation?” I hummed. He shrugged playfully.

“I don’t mean to brag, but…” he snickered, which caused a humored huff of from me.

“Oh, fine then. Let’s sate your ego…” I replied and he gently kissed my cheek as a response.

His hand went to lovingly crawl down to my folds, eagerly awaiting my plea. This tease…

“Please.” I muttered, and he obliged. Two of his fingers dipped gently around my labia, feeling around. I inhaled at the sudden feeling, and silently watched his face as he did mine- most likely scanning for discomfort.

I can hear my arousal, and it made me shiver with embarrassing thoughts. Lip biting was my last resort to keeping my cool.

Once he got his fingers… wet… enough, he dipped in and I inhaled slowly. The impending ring of fire was more light and gentle than I would have expected. Nonetheless, it felt discomforting but not painful.

“You alright? It will pass… but tell me when it’s too much and I’ll stop…” he spoke, the second half being more clear and stern than his gentle ask. I gave him a nod.

“‘M fine… just gotta get past the…” I huffed and he nodded in an understanding. He curved his palm in a way that had the carpal of his hand rub against my clit. I whimpered slightly at the feeling and Kaidan took it as a good sign. He pushed his fingers in deeper, and started to make a more curving motion.

The ring felt less hot and more comforting. It slowly began to undo me into a mess. I relaxed my muscles and limbed gently against the bed. My mouth was slightly ajar, feeling so relaxed of just feeling his fingers. Hearing the sounds of his fingers thrusting in a quicker manner, even adding a third that I barely noticed, I felt my body go hot, mind numbingly hot.

Even as he stopped, I could feel my mouth water from the pleasure.

“Do you think you’re ready?”

“Huh?” I asked, just coming out of my dazed thoughts. Kaidan chuckled.

“I asked if you think you’re ready..”

I cleared my throat and hummed, lifting my torso up with my elbows balancing me.

“Yes.”

Kaidan’s swift movement of removing his clothes was short lived, and rather a blur. Though, I was in awe that he was, in fact, valid to brag. He moved his hand back down to me and gave a firm wipe, and lubricated his shaft. I let my legs fall in a opening display as I waited eagerly.

A hand on my knee, and with an aim, he slipped in. The ring of fire was hotter and brighter, a far harsher reaction than his tough fingers.

“Gods- I…” I impulsively whimpered, clasping my fingers over my lips. He gently went to hold a hand, which was basically now pinned to the bed, as his other pressed against the bed too, but left my other hand free. He looked down at me, dazed as I, as he waited for me to relax my nerves. Once I was in a less uncomfortable situation, he thrusted out and pushed back in gently, going farther in.

The process repeated till he hit my cervix. Kaidan sat in a patient demeanor, kissing my neck as I adjusted to him fairly quickly. I wrapped my legs around him, loosely, and asked for a continuation. He obliged.

Kaidan kept his eyes on me, and I felt a surge of flush fill my face as I awkwardly tried to keep the eye contact. I could tell he was amused at this. Considering he was closer and closer to just fucking me silly.

With hips hitting mine, I felt the edge gently grow closer. But it always felt far. Kaidan went to gently sit up, and placed his hands against my hip as he dug me closer. My hands wrapped around the sheets of the bed as I felt my body go limp. My skin felt hot, my brain was fuzzy with warmth, and my mouth let out sounds of pleasure. I did my best to see that I was never loud to wake the damn inn, especially my companions. But Kaidan made this oh so difficult.

The edge drew near, and I could hear Kaidan growing to the end as well. Oh, if the world ended I would be content to die on the spot.

“Ka-Kai..dan.” I stuttered, whining out his name as I felt my release on the tip. My breathing became vocal, and my legs squeezed him tight. My entire abdomen burned.

He predicted my edge, as a hand went to my clit and gently rubbed in a slow motion. That was the line, and my run came to an end. My breath became hitched as I felt it so hard to keep my voice contained. Kaidan went to kiss me to help, and I moaned into his mouth without shame. My hands twirling in his hair.

The hair gripping probably helped him release, because I couldn’t feel him anymore after my high. Just a very warm and wet sensation on my belly. His voice echoing my name in our kiss was sensational.

Taking all our energy to catch our breath and mind, we both slumped over on the bed. Heavily gasping.

Though, Kaidan snapped out of it quicker than me, and went to grab a rag to clean me and him up. He went to lay back down next to me, and we quietly went into each others arms, no words were needed.

As Masser and Secunda filled the night, Kaidan and I exchanged a voiceless cuddle, holding each other in a warm embrace as we let the night take us.

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