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neon-junkie · 1 year

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In the Heat of the Moment - Chpt.1

Summary: "Less than ten percent of domesticated species go into heats," accord to Tech and his research, and (un)fortunately, you're one of that ten percent. What else are you meant to do? Trapped during a heat cycle with five men - five willing men who are happy to help relieve you, but not all have the confidence to say so.

Relationship: The Bad Batch x fem!Reader (she/her)

Tags: Heats, Mating, Sex pollen, Friends with benefits, Friends to lovers, Slow burn, Sex, Jealousy, Pining, Scents, Knotting, Creampies, slightly A/B/O, Tags to be added.

Word count: 1.5k

[Chapter 2]

Notes: I've had this series in my drafts for a while. I keep adding to it here and there, and I figured I should start to post *something*. Not going to lie, I purely had myself in mind when writing this. I've been tired of trying to write for an audience, and instead, I'm just writing what I want to read. I also miss writing smut-centered fics, so let's scratch all of those itches at once!!

For context: Your heat is vaguely based off the heat cycles that you see in animals. Once a year, your species goes through a heat cycle, where you have a high physical urge to mate. These can last 1-2 months, depending on if/when you mate. I took a lot of inspiration from the sex pollen trope, kinda "fuck or die" but without the death. Just a lot of pain/discomfort. It's a craving, your body NEEDS to fuck or else you're going to get nasty about it. Very nasty. The lads won't be happy with your attitude, but how can they turn down such a pretty and desperate thing?

Chapter 1 - And here we are...

"I should not be doing this."

"I should certainly not be doing this."

"I understand that I am assisting you, but this? This is going to get me reported, shamed, decommissioned and-"

"Tech, please!" you whine. "Stop thinking out loud. I'm only going to report you if you hold back from what you're doing!"

Tech slams his hips forward, coming to a halt. "I apologise," he mutters, and tightens his grasp on your hips before returning to a brutal pace.

How did it come to this? On your knees, your elbows propped up on the Marauder's pilot chair - Tech's chair, in fact. Speaking of the devil, he's also on his knees behind you, with his cock slamming into your slick cunt.

Tech is 'assisting' you through your heat. Yes, because you're no standard species. The galaxy has a vast variety of beings out there, but "less than ten percent of domesticated species go into heats," accord to Tech and his research.

He had noticed that something was off with you recently - a slight temper, recklessness, lack of sleep - not to mention that you smell. Like, you really stink, so much so that even Wrecker has pointed out that, "you're getting as bad as me!"

And Hunter, poor Hunter, has kept his distance from you. Neither of you have commented on it, almost like a silent, mutual agreement. The poor man has heightened senses, and you can't tell if your scent is driving him the good or bad kind of crazy.

At least your scent is tolerable, a sweet, yet sweaty lingering flavour. Tech had begun silently researching after noticing that your 'new behaviour' had stuck around for a few days, with no intention of disappearing, which brought him to a series of detailed articles about ruts and mating.

Well, the articles weren't about your species specifically, seeing as there was little to be found on that topic, but it gave Tech more than enough to understand what your body is currently going through.

You're horny, to put it blankly. You're pent-up, frustrated, and desperate to be filled.

The Batch had left for a supply run, leaving you and Tech behind to guard (and repair) the ship, which gave him the perfect opportunity to speak to you alone. He began explaining how he has done some research, and "somewhat understands the difficult time you are going through. Perhaps I can assist you in some way?"

Tech said that line with the intention of giving you medical assistance, supplements or whatever, but the pathetic whine that you let out caused his cock to harden, even more so when you shifted your thighs together and innocently asked, "are you suggesting that you can satisfy my natural urges, Tech?"

Back to the present. Tech's eyes drift to the side when he notices a light flashing on his datapad, resting on the co-pilot's seat. "The others are on their way back," he informs you through gritted teeth.

"But we've barely started!" you whine, knowing that your urges will be lingering for the next month. Minimum.

"And we'll find other opportunities to satisfy you, General," Tech comments. He notices the way that your cunt twitches around his length at that word alone - General - because you are his superior, after all.

This is all so complicated, a desirably defective Clone Trooper mating with his Jedi General for the simple purpose of assisting her during her natural urges. Insane, and incredible.

There's a silent and mutual agreement to keep this matter private, seeing as it would... complicate everything. But Tech had already let some information slip when Crosshair caught him researching ruts. "Do I dare ask?" Crosshair had pried, but it doesn't take a genius to put two and two together.

Another hard slam of Tech's hips causes you to let out a heavy moan, and with it, your upper body practically collapses on the pilot's chair. You're fucked out, debauched, yet still craving more. "Where shall I finish?" Tech sputters behind you.

"Inside," is all you can whimper.

Tech's hips come to a halt, "I may be willing to assist you during your heat, but I am not willing to impregnate you," he comments with a raised finger.

Peering over your shoulder, you explain, "I can't interbreed."

"Oh," Tech blankly sighs, and his finger softens before returning to your hip. "In that case, I'll happily finish inside," he cheerfully smiles.

And with that, he's slamming into you again, his brows furrowing from the pure intensity of it all. It doesn't take much for you to climax, just a few messy rubs on your clit, and you're cumming on Tech's cock with a series of pathetic moans escaping your lips.

Tech practically explodes, his mind fogging up at the sensation of your cunt gripping the life out of him. You're milking that poor man, and all he can do is fold over and rest his forehead on your back, panting heavily as he waits for you to relax and release your death grip on his cock.

"I..." Tech begins, and licks his lips as he straightens his back. "I assume the males of your species have the ability to knot?" Tech observes.

"What gave it away?" you sarcastically reply, and attempt to relax your muscles, allowing Tech to escape.

Tech lets out a pained, "ah!" as he slips his cock out, then tucks his poor little trooper away. "I'll certainly need to get used to that sensation," Tech casually states.

"Did it... hurt?" you ask, and begin cleaning yourself up, tucking your Jedi robes back into place.

"Not at all, but I am particularly sore," Tech replies as he offers you a hand, pulling you up to your feet. You watch as he clasps his codpiece back into place, followed by correcting a few pieces of armour that have drifted astray during his wild turn of events. You needed urgent care, and Tech didn't see much point in removing his armour when he's simply providing assistance.

There's a moment of silence, an awkward pause, and Tech breaks it by nervously rubbing the back of his neck as he states, "feel free to ask for assistance when you next need it."

"Oh..." you stutter. "Yeah, thank you, Tech."

Like the fool that you are, you push up onto tiptoes to plant a light kiss on Tech's lips, before making your way through the Marauder, ready to splash your face with cold water in the refresher.

Everything happened so fast. You were painfully aroused, and ate Tech up like a three-course meal. Your hormonal urge has been filled, but from experience, you know that this is only a temporary fix. Hopefully, before you know it, your yearly rut will be over, and you'll be back for to your standard, witty self.

As for now, you'll need to tolerate it, and redeem your Tech voucher whenever the time is right.

After coming to your senses in the confinement of the refresher, you shimmy out to find that the others have returned, shopping bags in hand. "You look tired," Echo comments as soon as he locks eyes with you, and you're unsure if that's a statement or an insult.

"That's what happens when you spend the afternoon doing repairs," you sarcastically reply, and Echo rewards you with an eye roll.

Wrecker is quick to drag your attention away as he begins going through the fascinating new foods that he's brought, all thanks to your Republic credits. You're starved, hungrier than usual during your troubled times, and before you can pick out a treat and tuck in, somebody else pulls your attention away.

"Here-" Hunter interrupts. He chucks a small prescription bottle at you, the tablets rattling as they come into contact with your hand, and you rotate the bottle to read its label. "For your... new problem," Hunter explains before heading down the ship, obviously trying to keep his distance, even more so seeing as he can't simply hand the tablets over to you.

Wrecker can be heard sniffing the air, and proudly comments, "you don't stink any more!"

How innocent he is, unaware that you've been given assistance to your 'medical problem.' "Yeah," you say with a soft laugh. "Scrubbed extra hard in the refresher this morning."

"I still think your problem is stress related..." Wrecker begins, and waffles on about his thoughts and opinions on the matter. All the while, your eyes gloss over the label, the cure to your problems sitting in the palm of your hand. Yet, your mind is asking the same silly question over and over.

Why don't you want to take these pills?

#in the heat of the moment #tbbwriting #swwriting #fanfic #the bad batch #tbb #the bad batch x reader #tech x reader #tbb tech x reader #f!reader #nsft #lemons #the bad batch fanfic

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killerandhealerqueen · 6 months

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20 questions writer meme

Tagged by @hils79

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

263

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

2,692,775 and growing

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly I write for Killer and Healer but I've written for S.C.I., The Devil Judge, CSI: Miami, Chimera, History 3: Trapped, Master Wait a Moment, Psych-Hunter, The Sleuth of Ming Dynasty, Under the Skin, Criminologist Himura and Mystery Writer Arisugawa, Guardian, The Yin-Yang Master: Dream of Eternity, The Untamed and Beyond Evil

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Wait, We're Married?! (1,465)

Succulents and an Overprotective Kang Yohan (1,185)

Kang Yohan's Relaxing Day Off (806)

Protect You (791)

Kim Gaon Is Mine (726)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always. I always like to thank people for reading my fics and also discuss/answer their questions

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

None of my fics have angsty endings...even my angstiest one Soul Bound has a happy ending cuz fuck unhappy endings

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, not really. I've gotten a couple of rude comments before but I usually just delete those because I don't have time to deal with that kind of bullshit. If you didn't like the story, there's always the back button

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No. It makes me uncomfortable so I don't

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I do. I've done a really big one with History 3: Trapped, Guardian, and S.C.I. in like 2020 and some of the other crossovers I've done is S.C.I. x Under the Skin, S.C.I. x Killer and Healer, S.C.I. x Guardian, and S.C.I. x The Yin-Yang Master

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yeah, back when I was writing The Untamed Moments someone had taken it, posted it to Wattpad, and translated it to spanish. A reader told me about it and I got it taken down. No one steals a fic from me and gets away with it

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yup! My fic So This Is What Love Feels Like was translated to Vietnamese by Shu_Miw over on ao3.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A long time ago but I don't really like co-writing fics. I'll brainstorm/bounce ideas off of other people, but I won't co-write with anyone

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Yuezhi. While I love all my ships, I can confidently say that these two own my fucking heart

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I'll finish it eventually but right now it feels like 恨君不似江楼月 | Killer and Healer just because of the amount of work I'm putting into it. I knew it was a daunting task when I started it and I don't regret it but still...I'm much further behind than I would like

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and describing crime scenes. Dialogue because I've been told that I can get into my character's heads and everything I write sounds like stuff they would say. As for crime scenes, my forensic science background really helps with that

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing fight scenes. Fuck me, writing fight scene fucking suck. I can see how the scene is suppose to go in my head but to translate it into words and put it on paper is a whole nother ball game

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I only use words in other sentences that I'm confident in using. Mainly curse words. I will maybe use a sentence or two here or there but I make sure they go through a proper translator first so that it makes sense

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Either Dragonball or Black Butler over on Deviantart. I think. It's been so long

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I love all my fics. But so far I'd have to say 恨君不似江楼月 | Killer and Healer just because of the amount of work I've put into it. It's probably going to be my greatest achievement as a writer once I'm finished with it

Tagging: @ahhhnorealnamesallowed @kpopfantasywriter @fourth-quartet @bunnyseahorse-blog @missjudge-me and anyone else who wants to play

#tag game #20 questions

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pixiestickers · 6 months

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I was tagged by @theangrypomeranian Thanks!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3: 52

2. What's your total word count? 813,389

3. What fandoms do you write for?

atm it's Hunter x Hunter with wips in Over the Garden Wall, Futurama, and Lord of the Rings. I got my start writing Twilight fanfic on fanfiction.net and occasionally write for Star Wars when the mood is right. There are past fandoms, but I don't feel like naming them all.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos:

Okay, there is a problem. Two of my fics that are in my top 5 are also like ptsd for me from a bad fandom, so I am leaving them off this list despite their high kudo count. Right now I have them viewable only to AO3 users and you can't comment on them bc I just don't want to be reminded of them, but also am not strong enough to take them down. So anyway ... here's my edited top 5.

Blame it on the Nargles (Harry Potter)

If You're Lonely, Press Play (Over the Garden Wall)

The One With The Slaps (Friends)

Change Heartache Into Courage (Twilight)

The L Word (Twilight)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to unless the comment is kinda unhinged. I once had a really nice comment that switched gears midway thru to start in on a campaign to save the show my fic was based on getting nasty abt the network that canceled it and it just went off the rails, so in my head I was like thank u for that nice beginning but I'm just gonna walk slowly backwards away from this.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Even my saddest fics have some sort of silver lining. I don't like leaving my characters suffering w/o any hope. So probably the AU I wrote to my own otgw canon where I kill Beatrice off (Not) A Happy Story is the angstiest, but there's some hope by the end.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

idk I'm kind of partial to the ending of my iasip fic My Fair Charlie bc these are two characters who have been thru a lot in their lives and the scene in Charlie's room where he shows Dee his memory box is just sorta cute and innocent and gives me feelings.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

In the fandom that shall not be named, I got some. I never got any hate when I originally wrote for Twilight on ff.net but when I updated my fic from there to AO3 I got some.

9. Do you write smut?

Not really no. A handful of times and it's just sorta okay. I'm more of a write an intense lead-up and then fade to black writer. I'll leave the smut to ppl who can actually write it well (ie not me).

10. Do you write crossovers?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes! It was so weird. There was another Twilight fic that I was writing that I had let sit for a few years and then someone messaged me that it had been stolen, the names changed and put on some anime fanfic website. The person knew bc the name Jasper kept popping up in that person's fic when there was no character named Jasper. They thought that was weird so they googled a portion of the fic and mine came up. Anways, I messaged the site, but who knows if they did anything abt it and anyway, I took that particular fic down since I'm not in the fandom anymore and won't ever finish it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

My Twilight fic 'Change Heartache Into Courage' has been translated a few times.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No. I'm a lone wolf.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

I mean it changes all the time, but I suppose if you want to know the couple that has the highest word count from me since this is a fanfic meme then that would be Wirt and Beatrice.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

I have a 38k 'Dragon Prince' fic that's been sitting since 2021. I'm not in the fandom anymore and got rid of Netflix, so even if I wanted to write my ability to watch the show is hindered. Still, I like the character development I wrote and maybe one day in the future I'll work on it again, but as of now, it's probably going to sit collecting dust for a v long time.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Long inner monologues and flirty, fluffy banter

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Action, smut, and moving plot forward. I just want these characters to talk, not actually get anything done.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

Haven't done it

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Created a gender-swapped Aladdin AU when I was 13. Wrote 'Hey Arnold' fic in a HA forum in my teens. Posted my first "official" fanfic (Twilight) to livejournal when I was 28 then moved it over the ff.net midway thru the year and a half it took me to write it.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

A Perfect Sonnet bc even tho it's like 8 fics deep into my iylpp universe, I worked really hard to world-build and make it more high fantasy than fluffy slice-of-life stuff like I usually did for them. I'm not sure if I succeeded but I am proud of the effort I made.

I am trying to remember my mutuals who also write fic. Most are barely on tumblr anymore, but I'll tag who I can remember: @justme--emily @trashangel-dee @221bdisneystreet @america-oreosandkitkats @spectraling

#about me #fanfic #meme #this took way too long to do lol

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hunnythebee · 1 year

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Stow Away

Chapter 8: Trust

The Mandalorian and Jo's relationship is growing into something more, and she has questions about the man behind the mask. Does he trust her enough to answer them? Does she trust him enough to answer honestly? Well, he has an idea to ease both their minds, sort of...

Tags: Mando x oc, Mando x ofc, Din Djarin x oc, Din Djarin x ofc, plot with porn, spicy, truth pollen, crazy trust exercise, a surprise guest

18+ --Minors DNI-- 18+

Warnings: nudity, smut (I'm not going to list them all so just take this as your warning), cliff-jumping, truth serum/truth pollen trope, cursing

Chapter 7 | Chapter 9 | Masterlist

A/N

I won't lie, this one is entirely different from the chapter I had originally written. It's still going in the direction I had planned, but I'm nervous as to how/if people will like it. I'm trusting the process and seeing my story through.

Jo woke from her deep sleep in complete darkness, unaware of where she was, but a familiar scent and warm body reminded her. She moved to feel around for a light switch and just as her hand was about to switch it on, a hand snatched her by the wrist.

"Mesh'la… you know the rules, and I don't have my helmet." Her lover's voice was still heavy with sleep. He sat up and kissed her shoulder in an attempt to coax her back into their previous position.

Jo sighed, desperate to stay in bed with him but also aware that she had duties that took priority. "I want to stay, Mando. You know that. But I have things that I need to do and I don't even know what time it is." She made an attempt to stand, only to be met with the force of his strength pulling her back in. Their naked bodies collided and toppled backwards onto the bed. Mando locked his arms around her waist as she took his lips into a loving kiss. They stayed like this for several long moments until Jo broke away to speak. "I'm serious. I need to go."

"Fine," he reluctantly released her hips and she stood from the bed once more. This time he reached for his helmet instead of her. Jo waited for the hiss of the mask before switching on the light.

Hiss. Click.

The light flickered on and she took in the small room. There wasn’t much to see, there was a standing locker, a bunk, and that was pretty much it. Her eyes met the T-shape visor and she drank in the rare image before her. Even though sleeping together had become a regular occurence, being able to see him was not. Jo took in every detail, from the warm tone of his skin, to the way the sheet hung loosely over his legs with the slight v-shape of his torso dipping underneath. She hummed happily at the sight and finally dressed herself. Grogu was still sleeping and the hull was dead silent. Jo made her way to the galley while Mando put himself together. After about an hour or so, Jo had finished putting together a breakfast fit for a king. Meats and fruits, sweet oats and pancakes. She had been working up quite the appetite as of late, given the extra curricular activities she and the Mandalorian had been getting up to. She left the kitchen to call to Mando and Grogu, but when she left the warm confines of the galley she was met with cool fresh air.

Hold on. Fresh?

The ramp was lowered and she heard a giggle outside. She carefully disembarked, taking in the air, cool and crisp. The scent of the sea filled the air. It was an amazing difference from the desolation of Tatooine and Nevarro that she had been subject to in recent times. She took a deep breath, basking in the cool breeze.

Then she saw him. He was sitting in the tall yellowed grass watching Grogu bound through the field. He was chasing some small creature through the meadow. As she stood at the end of the ramp with her hair blowing in the breeze, she couldn't help but feel a sense of peace overcome her. Tears welled in her eyes as she fondly regarded what her life had become since stowing away on the bounty hunter's ship. She hadn’t put it all together till now, but she was realizing that this rust bucket of a ship was a home to her now and these two wayward souls were the closest thing she had to family. Mando wasn't just a lover, he showed her compassion, consoling, and caring. Jo couldn't imagine her life without him or the child, and that was equal parts calming and terrifying. She wiped away the tears in her eyes and approached the Mandalorian and child. As she came into view, Grogu waddled up to her, demanding to be lifted into her arms. She granted his wish and proceeded to sit next to Mando.

“Hi…” her voice was small and slightly hoarse from the cold morning air.

“Are you okay?” He wasted no time in noticing the slight flush in her cheeks.

“Yeah… I'm okay.” Jo placed little Grogu on the ground and he took off once again. “Thank you.”

“For?”

“Taking care of me.” She smiled at him and he melted. Physically falling back into the grass.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

NO! You are an angel and I need you in my life everyday forever. I want to be selfish with you and selfless for you. He screamed internally.

“Yeah, just…tired.” It wasn’t a lie. It was also not what he wanted to say.

“I can imagine. Sorry about that.” She giggled.

“No!” he bolted up from the ground. “Not because of you. Never because of you. The kid… he’s… a lot.”

“Yeah, he really is. But nothing I can’t handle.” She flashed him another smile and he slumped back into the grass. This time she followed and they lay side by side in the grass in sweet silence. Jo turned on her side and looked at the Mandalorian beside her.

“Hey Mando?”

“Hmm?”

"How did you know my name?"

His heart dropped. He attempted to play it off. "You introduced yourself to me when we met."

"No, I didn't. I've been thinking about it a lot, I never told you my name. And you've never asked."

He sighed, an overwhelming sense of dread rushed through him. He was terrified of telling her that she was a bounty, even though he had no intention of collecting on her. However he knew he couldn't hide it for forever.

"Your…bounty had your name on it."

She smacked herself in the head, falling back comically. Mando was completely confused. She was laughing.

"I'm such an idiot! You saw my name on the bounty! Of course! I had completely forgotten."

He was bewildered. She had answered her own question, and it still wasn't the complete truth. He felt guilty about it, but he decided to hold off on telling her about her puck being in his possession still. He wanted to hold onto the fantasy a little longer.

Jo's mind was racing. He was acting strange, and then he brought up her bounty. She didn't want to believe that he could actually have her puck, but it wasn't out of the realm of possibility. She had enough to know her answer, and she didn't want to hear him say it. She knew it could ruin everything, so she opted to tiptoe around it for now. Jo gathered herself and sat up.

"Well… since we never did get properly introduced…" she turned to face him, offering a hand. "Jomira Barellos, but my friends call me Jo." Mando shook her hand, not completely understanding what she was doing. She leaned in slightly, still grasping his hand. "This is the part when you would tell me your name."

"Oh, uh…" he felt flustered by her forwardness.

"I'm just kidding Mando! It's okay, you don't have to, I get it." She tossed him a wink and stood from her spot in the grass. "I completely forgot, food's ready. We should probably go eat before it gets any colder."

"Right…" He was still in shock. Not entirely sure what just happened or why she was being so strange about his name. Sure, he wasn't accustomed to giving his name to just anybody, but that was more of a personal code. It kept him safe. She wasn't going to hurt him, so what did he have to lose by telling her?

She made her way quickly onto the ship with Grogu balanced on her hip. Her heart was thundering in her chest as she served up the plates of food. Why was it so important to her, knowing his name? She felt like an idiot for trying to ask for it this way. Honestly, she really just wanted to forget the whole exchange and crawl right back into bed.

Breakfast was the same as usual, quiet eating with her and the kid facing away from the Mandalorian. However, because of the interaction that morning, the air felt dense. After they were finished Grogu toddled off for a nap, and Jo went about clearing the dishes. When she reached for Mando's plate he seemed deep in contemplation, thinking so hard that he didn't even glance her way. Feeling slightly hurt by his apparent coldness to her, she vowed to give him his space for the day. She assumed she had hit a nerve when asking for his name earlier and didn't want to make anymore waves. Jo decided that after cleaning up, she would excuse herself from the ship to go walk along the beach or something like that. She put on a headscarf and her thick cloak, pulling the hood up to protect against the wind. Jo turned to call out to Mando to tell him she was heading out for a bit, but he was standing right behind her.

"Good, you're ready to go." He said, as if she had known he wanted to take her somewhere.

"I was going on a walk. Where are you going?" She felt utterly confused.

"You are coming with me. I have something to show you." Jo could've sworn she could hear him smiling behind the mask. He took her by the hand and led her off the ship. The ramp rose behind them and the entrances locked. He didn't stop to look back at the Crest. Mando just kept her hand grasped in his leather clad hand as he walked on to their mystery destination. They walked for a good while before finally coming to a large cliff. He released her hand and gestured for her to walk to the edge. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she looked down.

It was a steep black cliff side with tall angry waves slamming into the rocks below. The water was a dark color, a green tinted black with white foam dancing across the tops of the waves. Jo swallowed hard and stepped back from the ledge, only to feel her back press into the man who had brought her here. He placed his arms around her waist as she turned to face him.

"What are we doing here? What's going on?" She felt fear twisting in her gut. Mando pressed the forehead of his helmet to hers.

"There are things I want to tell you, mesh'la. But I need to know something from you first." He sounded just as scared as she felt.

"I'll tell you anything. You know that." She responded, feeling her fear dissipating.

"It's not something you can tell me. It's something you can show me."

"What do you mean?" She felt even more confused than before.

"I need you to prove to me that you trust me. It's… it's important that you trust me."

"How exactly do I prove that I trust you?"

"Jump—"

"You're insane! I wouldn't survive that, and even if I did, the water must be freezing!" She pushed away from him but he caught her by the wrists.

"Let me finish, please. I won't force you to, but at least hear me out."

"Okay…"

"Jump off this cliff and I promise to catch you before you even get close to landing in the water." Jo narrowed her eyes.

"And what's in this for me?"

The Mandalorian pulled a small stim from his belt and held it up between two fingers. "This is a truth serum. One dose and a human will be incapable of lying for one hour. If you show that you trust me, then I will let you use this on me and you can ask any questions you want."

She stared hard at the small blue vial between his fingers while chewing at her lip. What he was asking was a pretty big leap, literally. However the reward was making the challenge worth it. She took a deep breath and met the gaze of his visor.

"Deal."

"Are you sure?"

"You promise to catch me?" She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow to him.

"I promise."

"That's all I needed to hear." With those words she took two steps back and fell off the edge. The wind whipped past her ears and ripped the scarf off her head. She had closed her eyes as she had stepped off, not wanting to see the world falling around her. She couldn't hear anything over the roar of the ocean or the wind in her ears. Suddenly she felt hands grab her beneath her arm and legs, and her falling ceased. She opened her eyes to see that he had kept his promise and was now cradling her against his chest as he flew the pair of them back to the Crest. Mando did not place her back on the ground after landing but instead carried her all the way inside the ship and to his bunk. He set her down gingerly and knelt down beside her. He grabbed the small vial of truth serum and placed it in her hand.

"Thank you for trusting me."

Jo held the stim up to the light and analyzed the blue tinted liquid inside as the Mandalorian removed his armor. She looked over at him, wondering what he was planning.

"Umm what are you doing?" She smirked at him.

"Nothing that you're probably thinking about. I just figured that I might as well get comfortable if we are going to be here for the next hour." He shrugged as he removed his boots and sat down beside her on the bed. He undid his flight suit and moved the collar aside so she could use the stim on his neck. She kissed the exposed area and activated the stim. The liquid disappeared from the vial and he leaned back against the wall.

"Give it a few minutes and it will start to take effect."

"I think I know what we can do to kill some time." She moved to straddle his lap and kissed a portion of exposed skin. He groaned at the sensation, grasping at her hips.

"Close your eyes."

She did as instructed, and just as soon as the helmet was off his lips were on hers. His kiss was soft and rough. She had never seen it, but she knew he had facial hair. Jo felt it every time they kissed. She had never considered herself to be one to like facial hair, but now she couldn't imagine kissing him without his scruff. He licked at her bottom lip and she opened her mouth to him. The feeling of his tongue in her mouth was intoxicating. It never failed to leave her dizzy and lightheaded, as though she had just drank several shots of spotchka. She broke off from the kiss and he lowered the helmet back down. She pressed her forehead to his.

"Has it… taken effect yet?" She asked, slightly out of breath.

"Yes. I can't lie now. Anything I say is the truth." He sounded almost as nervous as she felt.

"You can't lie…" she hummed to herself.

"What's your favorite color?"

"Green."

She giggled, "that makes sense. Okay, what kind of music do you listen to?"

"I don't."

She gasped dramatically.

"Are you really going to waste this serum on stupid questions?" He asked, amused.

"Don't judge my questions. But fine, I'll get deeper…" she thought for a moment, rooting around for a question she wanted answered. "What color are your eyes?"

"Brown."

"I knew it!" She exclaimed.

"Do you think about my eyes a lot?" He hummed, brushing a hand through her hair. She nodded in response.

"Are they golden brown or a dark brown?"

"Dark."

She hummed happily, adding the image of his dark eyes to her mental image of him.

"Jo?" He interrupted her thoughts. "Why haven't you asked me anything important?"

"Why are you doing this? Why take the serum? Why let me ask you anything?" She was scared to ask deeper questions.

"I trust you."

"Trust me? You barely know me!" She was stunned at his words.

"I know enough. You care unconditionally and you do whatever you need to do to survive. There is pain and torment inside you, yet your heart has been open to me and Grogu. Anything you want, anything you need, ask and it's yours."

A wicked thought flashed through her mind. He could tell what she was thinking too. Her back stiffened and she leaned back and looked at him. They sat in silence. The unspoken request looming in the air. Din's hands left her and began to hook under his helmet. She quickly grabbed his wrists, halting the movement.

"No." She whispered.

"Isn't this what you want?"

"No!"

"Why not?" He sounded amused by her flustered response.

She lowered her eyes, feeling as if she was an exposed nerve.

"Because…"

"Yes?" He persisted.

"I respect you. I respect you too much. And I know what taking off your helmet would mean."

"Hmm…" he leaned back, laughing hard.

"What's so funny?"

“Nothing.”

“Then why’re you laughing?” He stopped laughing and the silence was filled with something hotter. He grabbed her by the chin and she could feel him looking into her eyes.

“I’m laughing because…I want you to 'disrespect' me.”

She froze. He was smirking under that damned mask, she could hear it.

"So… you want me to ask you personal questions. Force you to open up to me?"

"Gods help me, I do." She felt him twitch beneath her and she realized that this whole ordeal was turning him on. Her eyes widened with excitement and she took a deep breath.

"Okay, then let's get into this. How did you really know my name?"

He groaned, as if he was straining against the answer. "I told you, it was on your bounty." He was gripping her tighter, and she could tell that wasn't all.

"Yeah, you did say that. But there's more, isn't there?"

He nodded slowly, "Yes."

She tried to shift off of him, but his hold was too tight. Jo was beginning to feel a fear boiling up, and she couldn't run. "Why were you on Tatooine? Why Mos Eisley?"

"I was there for you." He sounded pained, but he also seemed to still be enjoying it somehow.

"You have my bounty puck, don't you?" Her heart was trying to escape her chest.

"Yes."

"Then… why haven't you turned me in?" She felt panic rising until he grabbed her face gently, cupping her cheeks with his large hands.

"Shh… mesh'la. I swear I would never, never turn you in. I haven't turned you in because… I–"

The ship's alarm blared as several tie-fighters flew overhead. Jo and Mando both raced out of his bunk, and scaled the ladder into the cockpit.

“Strap in," he ordered, "We’re getting out of here.”

He took out one of tie-fighters as the Razor Crest was taking off, and managed to dodge out of firing range of the remaining ship. Mando expertly outran the remaining tie-fighter while exiting the planet's atmosphere. Jo's body was humming and vibrating by the time they exited the atmosphere. The minute he thrusted the ship into hyperspace she unlatched her restraint and approached his chair. She spun him in his seat so he was facing her. His response was not what she had anticipated. Jo was imagining him being surprised, shocked by the sudden act, but no. He looked completely relaxed. He leaned back in the chair, his legs spread wide. She glanced down and absent mindedly licked her lips.

“Something you want, Jo?” He asked, his voice sounding sultry through the voice modulator.

In an act of sheer boldness, she placed her hands on his shoulders and slung each leg over his. As she sunk down onto his lap he grabbed her ass. His fingers began to knead the soft flesh as he groaned. She linked her arms around the back of his neck, the hard beskar of his helmet biting her arm as she did. Jo leaned her forehead against his, the metal fogging from her warm breath. Experimentally she grinded down against him, and she was pleased to discover that he was rock hard beneath her hips.

"I still have 15 minutes to ask you whatever I want, yes?" She spoke in a breathy whisper.

"Yes…" he answered, his breathing audible through his modulator.

"What were you going to say? Before we were interrupted."

"You already know."

"Say it."

"I fell for you, Jomira. I saw your face and I heard your voice, and all I wanted was to protect you. I never planned on seeing you again, but then you were on my ship. You made yourself unavoidable." His voice was low.

"I've fallen for you too, Mando. I–" he covered her mouth with his hand.

"That's not my name sweet girl." His voice hummed.

"Tell me your name," she breathed out.

"Din Djarin"

She smiled, "Din Djarin…"

His chest rose and fell heavily.

"Din…" she moaned, grinding her hips against him.

“Fuck…” he huffed, grinding

“I need you, Din…” she moaned.

“Whatever you want, mesh'la. It’s yours.”

“Mmm…” her mind glazed over as the nickname fell from his lips and she sank down from his lap to between his legs. Jo worked his pants open and grasped his leaking cock. She took in the image of his erection in her hand, realizing she hadn’t been able to see it last time. She pressed her tongue flat against the shaft, licking slowly from the base to the tip, swirling his tip before sucking him lightly. The taste of him filled her mouth and the sound of his needy moans flooded her ears. She was surrounded by him, making her drench her panties. She looked up at him through her lashes as she sank down his length, taking every inch of him down her throat till her nose buried in the hair of his pelvis. Din’s hand found her head and gently held it. Jo didn’t break her gaze as she began to move, sucking and licking as she bobbed. The cockpit filled with the sounds of his pleasure, encouraging her to keep going. The ship dropped out of hyperspace with no warning and her head was thrusted forward, taking him suddenly and harshly down her throat. She coughed and gagged, tears streaming from her eyes from the aggression of him slamming into her throat.

She pulled back for a moment, gasping for air. A stream of spit coated her chin, which Din wiped away delicately with the thumb of his glove. He placed that thumb into her mouth, watching her intensely as he did so.

“Bite.” He commanded, and she obliged.

He pulled his hand from the glove. He grabbed the glove from her teeth and leaned forward. He lifted her from her position on the floor and moved her till she was standing in front of the control panel of the ship. She was facing away from him, staring out at the vast expanse of space. She felt his hand press between her shoulder blades, forcing her body forward till she was practically laying on the panel. Din grasped the waist of her pants and tugged them over her hips, revealing her ass and dripping pussy. He dragged a digit through her wetness, collecting and bringing up under his helmet for a taste.

“Please Din…” Jo whimpered.

He aligned himself with her hole and thrusted in. She gasped from the roughness of the entry, and moaned from the pleasure. He buried himself completely and held there for a long moment, enjoying the sensation of her fluttering around him. She tried to move against him, desperate for the friction.

"Say my name again…" he commanded as he massaged her ass.

"Din.." she whimpered. He rewarded her with a heavy thrust into her pussy, and she realized what he wanted. She began repeating his name, a mantra flowing from her mouth as he railed her on the controls. Each moan of his name was another thrust of him into her cunt.

Her orgasm came fast, and without warning. As she came hard on his cock she screamed out his name.

"Sounds so kriffing good when you're moaning my name." He continued fucking into her at a brutal pace, chasing his own orgasm now.

Jo's mind was blank, and her ears were ringing. She was a moaning mess. Staring out into the vast expanse in front of her, she finally took note of something in their reflection. He had removed his helmet. She couldn't make out much, but she found the glint of his eyes boring into her own. He noticed her gaze and grabbed her by the neck, pulling her upright and flush against him. He moaned into her ear as continued fucking her.

"You want to see my face, admit it. You want to ruin me. You like the idea of being so addictive that I lose myself to you entirely. Makes you so wet to imagine me abandoning my faith, just so I can look at you with my own eyes and taste your skin in the sunlight. Isn't that right you kriffing temptress?"

She nodded in response, but this wasn't enough for him. "Use your words, you siren."

"Kriffin' hell yes! I want to be so selfish with you. A selfish shameless slut for you."

This confession is what finally pushed him over the edge. He didn't realize how close he was and released inside her, coating her walls in his cum.

He relaxed and pulled his softening dick from her. A thought crossed his mind, a need to see an image that he just created. He bent her back over the control panel, presenting her pussy to him once again. He knelt down behind her and spread her open, watching his cum drip from her hole.

"Like what you see?" She hummed.

"I do," he whispered as he used his fingers to collect the dripping cum and push back inside her. After committing the sight to memory, he finally stood and placed his helmet back on.

Jo pulled her pants back on, and turned to face her lover. Her face was bright red and her hair was a mess. Din loved the sight of it. He grabbed her waist and pulled her in, pressing his forehead to his once again and pulling away. This time her curiosity took over.

"What does that mean?"

"What?"

She grabbed his helmet and pressed her forehead to his this time. "This."

"It…uhh.. it means…" he was stammering.

"Jeez, whatever it means, it sure seems to have you very flustered suddenly." She teased him gently.

He laughed, relaxing a little and finding his words, "it's called a keldabe kiss. It's a Mandalorian thing."

"So what does it mean, a keldabe kiss?"

"Well, originally… It's a fighting technique. You headbutt your opponent with your helmet and it can knock them out."

"But that's not what this is."

"No. This one… it's a gesture of… affection. As Mandalorians, we are typically wearing our helmets so if we want to kiss whilst wearing them, this is the alternative."

"That makes sense." Then she started to remember all the times he had done it. The night she had asked him to kiss her… he already had. Just not in the way she knew.

They were starting to orbit Nevarro, and he needed to focus on landing the ship. She sat down in her chair, questions swirling in her mind. After they landed, Din stood to descend the ladder, but she stopped him.

"Din… We– we should talk." She was staring up at him through her lashes, and he wanted nothing more than to stay.

"I would stay if I could, mesh'la. But Karga's expecting me and I can't keep him waiting." He pressed his helmet to her forehead, and she smiled understanding the gesture finally. "But I promise I will be back as soon as I can. We will talk then."

"Okay. I'll be waiting for you."

"Good. Also, I'm taking the kid with me. Karga wants to see him."

"Oh, okay. I'll find some way to entertain myself then."

She followed him down the ladder and watched him leave with Grogu. After they left she decided a shower was in order after their escapades in the cockpit. She didn't take long, knowing she would need to make herself scarce when Karga's men came to collect the bounties. When she exited the fresher, she was already dressed and almost in full disguise. She opened the ramp to exit the ship, planning to use her original hiding place, but when the ramp lowered her blood ran cold and her soul left her body.

The familiar blue skin stretch tight over his sharp tooth grin as his red eyes locked with hers.

"Hello Darlin'"

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ghostcaterwaul-doesnt-write · 1 year

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Please tell me why my brain keeps screaming at me to write a Hunter x Kevin Hanahaki AU fic when I’ve never once read a Hanahaki AU in any fandom ever and I only have the absolute basic knowledge of the concept of what one entails?

I feel the need to include a definition of what a Hanahaki AU is because I remember a poll going around about fanfic tropes or something, and I saw a lot of people putting things in their tags like “I don’t know what Hanahaki is and I’m too scared to google it” even though it’s not like, smutty or spicy or whatever you want to call it. Lol. Though I completely understand the hesitation involved there.

Hanahaki Disease is a fictional disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romantic love only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear. - definition from Fanlore.org

I guess I gotta go through all my fandoms and ships and see if there are any Hanahaki AUs to get a better idea of what my brain wants me to write.

#fic writer problems #metal lords #hunter sylvester x kevin schlieb #hunter sylvester #kevin schlieb

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nahoney22 · 3 years

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Evening Messages*** | Part (2/2)

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Tech X Fem!Reader

word count: 4.6k

Tensions between you and Tech are high after your explicit message exchange. Barely able to look at him, you thought it best to avoid him; you thought it was just a mistake but Tech wanted you more than before.

Warnings: NSFW, minors be gone. Smut, pinv, cream pie, oral(both receiving), rough, dirty talk, praise, masturbation, slight awkwardness, sexual tension, swearing, dominant and slightly soft tech.

tags: @mustluvgd @mallr4ts @eyecandyeoz @by-the-primes @sw-ff @ladykatakuri @itsjml @justalittlecloud @captxin-rex @cwarssimp @kryptoknight123 @kriffclone @discofern @butch-medusae @penguin-effect-cosplay @lizzowinkyface @ladydiomede @sitherin-mxschief @taz-107 @radbatch @thisisthefanfic @cafeacademic @archisstically-done

Part One | Part Two

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The mission... It was a disaster and it was all your fault. That Separatist ally you had to spy on? Your cover was blown within the first five minutes due to your non-surprising lack of focus.

Echo had to drag you out of the hotel once the ally called for back-up earning an earful from Crosshair when the lot of you were on the walk back to the ship, your head hanging low as he kept up his constant snarky comments.

“What was that?! You just stared at him as if it was some old hook up you had at 79’s!” Crosshair snapped from beside you. The only time Crosshair was vocal was when a mission went south and as it was your fault, you accepted all he had to say.

“Crosshair that’s enough!” Echo barked, slinging an arm around your shoulders as a sign as support but once the Marauder was in sight and when someone in particular was in sight at the base of the ship, you brushed Echo’s arm away once and spot Hunter marching up to the three of you.

“What happened?” Hunter demanded and Crosshair wasted no time in nudging your shoulder roughly, making you stumble forward and almost into Hunter’s chest.

“Ask her.” Crosshair said lowly, removing his helmet and sticking a toothpick between his firm lips.

Hunter looked at Crosshair and then cast his gaze down to you as you said nothing. You were wearing your bucket and your head was tilted downwards in almost shame.

“Anything to say?”

His voice was a little softer when the blame was put on you, his head tilted as he waited for a response but you couldn’t find your voice. You had many pairs of eyes on you, it would’ve been more but Wrecker was still inside the ship, and your nerves were swallowing you up. Besides, what could you say?

‘Sorry Hunter, I got distracted as Tech and I decided to exchange in some rather explicit messages last night only for him to play it off moments later like it was nothing and it’s all I can think about.’

It was tempting to say as it was also very true.

Your gaze behind your helmet drifted to the side, seeing Tech watch your every move. His gaze was intense, so intense that it made your heart murmur but you didn’t give him the indication you were looking at him.

Hunter cleared his throat, bringing you back to the present. “Hello?”

“…. I’m sorry.” You mumble timidly, voice quiet but loud enough for them to hear. He knew you were quiet often and he knew the last thing you needed was to be made reprimanded in front of his squad. So, he let out a small sigh and nods his head towards the Marauder.

“Head up onto the ship, we will talk alone after. Alright?” Hunter places a hand on your shoulder, giving you a small shove towards the steps and you wasted no time in bounding up them and taking refuge in your bunk to collect your thoughts.

“This is not like her.” Echo spoke up once you were out of hearing range, shaking his head. “She just completely froze up in front of the separatist. It was…odd.”

Tech cast a gaze to the ship, a small fragment in his mind telling him to go and see if you were alright but another part was telling to leave you well enough alone. A sinking feeling fell into his stomach and had a hunch that this could be his doing. He knew that he left last nights antics in possibly the worst of ways and he hated to think he could’ve got you hurt because of it.

“Did something happen to her last night?” Hunter asked, folding his arms over his chest as he looked between Crosshair and Echo who both shrugged.

“Not that we are aware of.” Crosshair rolled his eyes and began making his way into the ship.“Tech?” Hunter then turned to him, eyebrow raised. “Did you message her at all last night? Did she seem ok?”

Tech’s heartbeat increased as Hunter stared at him, a curious look behind the hues of his eyes but Tech just nodded.

“She seemed fine, I was just debriefing her of the mission and it appeared that she understood the objective. No sign of worry.”

Hunter narrowed his eyes at him as if he didn’t believe what Tech was saying. Being the leader, it was his job to keep an eye on you all and Hunter had seen the interaction between the two of you, always secretly messaging one another under their noses. He didn’t address it at all and had a thought that maybe something could be happening between the two of you. He had heard how Techs heartbeat would quicken when you walked into a room but he didn’t address it. He did not want to intrude on whatever it was what was happening. For now, he was going to keep a closer eye on you both.

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It was now obvious to you about what happened with yourself and Tech – it was a mistake.

He had avoided you, he had not messaged you like he used to and whenever you would enter a certain part of the ship, he would make an excuse to be elsewhere.

You felt like a fool, a fool who let your guard down. Sometimes, you would find yourself lying in your bunk just scrolling through your holopad when your finger would hover over the messages of that night, finding yourself stealing a sneak peak at them again. You inwardly cringed at the last message you both sent one another but the images of his length burned on your screen and burned in your mind.

Finding yourself frowning, you wondered why the messages were still there. If messages were to be deleted on one device then it would also delete on the other. Therefore, Tech had not deleted them either which left you wondering about why he had not. Maybe he didn’t regret it like you had thought but then you thought about him using the images of you to his own personal advantage.

This much was true. Tech could not look at you without the messages flashing in his already cluttered mind. When you were in his line of vision, he felt strain against his codpiece and his skin became painfully hot that he had to excuse himself and take himself somewhere private.

Just a few hours ago in fact he had seen you bend over to pick something up that and the sight made him crazy. His skin tingled with warmth, the overwhelming feeling of that pang to his stomach when he imagined just taking you right then and there.

So, he went to the fresher and lowered the bottom half of his blacks, one hand covering his mouth as he began to thrust into the palm of his hand as his busy mind kept relating the most sinful things he had ever thought about you. Your name was straining from his lips as he became a hot and whimpering mess, picturing you underneath him whilst you clawed at his back as you begged and begged for more. He imagined your usually quiet self would be squirming beneath him, whispering his name. He was a mess and didn’t know how much longer he could control himself before he snapped.

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A day or two had passed, you could never tell with all the travelling you did and you all touched down on a planet to complete a new job for Commander Cody. Hunter however pulled you to the side.

“Hey kid, you’re going to stay behind on this one. Alright?”

Your face fell and you already knew as to the reason why but you couldn’t help but ask. “Oh, how come?”

Hunter crosses his arms and did that pitiful stare down at you. “Crosshair is still annoyed about what happened the other day… and we don’t want another incident like that to happen again.”

“I-it won’t happen again.” You stared up at him, “I made a mistake, I get that, but you can’t just keep me off missions.”

This was probably the most vocal you had been with Hunter for a while, your voice pained with guilt.“We aren’t keeping you off missions. This is a one-off so stay here. Okay soldier?”

You begrudgingly nodded and watched as he left along with Wrecker, Echo and Crosshair as you figured Tech was already off the ship.

You sat back down on your bunk, head in your hands as your fingers tapped along your cheekbones in boredom. The ship was silent and the door was closed so you decided to get a quick shower since nobody was around d to disturb you or moan at you for playing the music from your holopad too loud.

You stripped once inside, grabbing a set of clothes and a towel before you went in and stood with your holopad, the water splashing against your back as you skimmed through your playlist to find a suitable song. Mid scroll, you saw the messages between yourself and Tech again and you let out a short whine as the image of his cock came into view. Your mouth watered, his tip covered in delicious precum that at the time you had been so desperate to put your mouth around and taste. You crossed your legs as a heat hit between your legs and you let out a soft moan at the friction. You couldn’t think about Tech like this, not again, so you closed the holopad and resumed your shower trying to wash away any dirty thoughts you had.

You let out a sigh of contentment, your hands running through your damp hair as you squeezed out the remainder of the water and wrapped a towel around your torso.

The door to the refresher slid open, you stepped out as your hand cane up to your hair to brush it out of your face but your heart dropped as you glanced up to see Tech leaning against the cockpit door across the way, arms folded and watching you with a holopad loose in his hands.

You stared at him, suddenly conscious that you were just in a towel that barely reached your thigh, mouth dry.

“I will assume that you did not receive my message?” He spoke up, pushing himself away from the door and waved his holopad.

“N-no.” You stupidly stammered, your arms wrapping around yourself.

“Well that’s okay given your current…” his eyes trailed from your bare feet, all the way up your bare legs that still speckled with water droplets. The towel hugged your frame deliciously and he noticed the unsteady rise and fall of your damp chest, “circumstances.”

He shifts his position and stands straighter. “Get yourself ready and meet me in the cockpit. I require your assistance.” He looked away and took a seat in his pilots chair, the door shifting to give you your privacy.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you was holding, cheeks flushed painfully red as you scrambled for your holopad to see that he did in fact send you a message asking for your help. You had sworn they all had left but then again clearly not.

You dressed yourself up in your blacks quickly, pinning your wet am hair away from your face and calmed yourself before walking back to where Tech currently is.

The door slid open for you, you stepped into the small compartment and took a seat in the chair beside him. He was meddling with some type of device, you had no idea what it was but he had instructed for you to pass him some tools. As you passed them, you realised that he could’ve easily done all this without your help.

“I know what you are thinking about.” Tech said as a matter of fact, not daring to look at you however.

“What?” Your voice quiet, you snapped your head in his direction and your eyes must’ve burned into the side of his face as you inspected his sharp jaw and the firm yet soft looking lips.

“The evening messages we had the other day, I know that you are thinking of them.” Again, his tone was as if he was spitting facts. Although he is correct, you didn’t see why he had to bring it up now.

“Can we not talk about that? It was a mistake.” You looked away as you said it but Tech had stopped his tinkering and blinked in your direction, eyes narrowed behind his goggles.

He didn’t think it was a mistake but he also knew why you had thought it. He was less than courteous when it came to addressing you on the matter but he wanted to have this conversation with you to your face. Rather than on some holopad like most conversations have been. But, he couldn’t get a clear mind. His cock would twitch just at the sight of you, his breath became short and strangled in his throat.

“I apologise that you think it was a mistake. But I must have a different point of view because as for me? It was not a mistake and I very much enjoyed that evening and found that you are…” he trailed off, his cheeks were red but he wanted to make sure what he was saying was right. “And found you beautiful.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing nor could you even attempt to sneak a peek at him. A wave of relief had lifted off your shoulders and you were sure your face was hotter than the suns on Tattooine.

“I was waiting for the right time to discuss this with you as I felt as though this conversation needed to be had.” Tech speaks up again after a moment, unsure if your silence was good or bad so he kept talking.

“You were avoiding me, Tech.” You responded eventually with a sigh.

Tech stayed silent and sucked in a tense breath and casts a glance your way. “I avoided you as I, uh, became easily aroused from your presence… even now.” He grunted, tearing his eyes away from you and down at his lap as if he was ashamed.

A pang of heat hit your core at his words and you couldn’t help as your eyes instantly fell to his lap upon hearing this. Unsure if what he was saying was true, you glance at his codpiece which was hiding his arousal . “Really?” You exhaled, tongue coming out to wet your lower lip.

Tech glanced back at you, seeing your gaze fully focused on his crotch that only made his erection grow, putting severe pressure against his piece.

“Yes.” He breathes out the harsh breath he was holding. “I have not had a lot of experience in doing this aside from what I have researched upon and I figured my research could pay off. However, dirty talk is new to me.” He blushed at his confession.

You thought for a moment, letting it sink in all he was saying and the fact you two were alone. “Why don’t I help you with that research some more?”

Tech didn’t process anything at first but watched as you stood from your seat and took a tentative step towards him. Your hand came to rest on the headrest of his chair, turning him to face you as you slowly dropped into a squat in front of him. Lips parting as you carefully place your hands on his thighs Tech had become breathless.

He watched the look on your usual innocent face, something he had admired for a long time, turn into nothing but lust; the same lust he witnessed during those messages.

“Pretty.” He blushes, almost stuttering the word but you allowed both of his hands to come up and place on either side of your face with his dexterous thumbs tracing delicately along your cheeks.

“Should we do this, Tech?” You barely whispered. You were not sure who leaned forward first, him or you, but you could feel his breath fanning over your lips like a warm breeze.

“After this, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop anyway mesh’la.” His lips were on yours the second the words left his mouth.

His tongue was scorching you as it already found itself into your mouth, drawing faint whimpers from you at his sudden eagerness where he could swallow your moans.

His hands move from your face down to your waist, holding you firmly between his legs. You boldly bit his lip gently, earning an exciting moan from him whilst your hands made quick work at his belt and unfastening the straps so they fall away from him.

Teasingly, you trail your finger up and down his thighs, ghosting over his codpiece you still have yet to remove, making his hips jerk up.

Tech whined your name ever so softly into your mouth. “Show me what those pretty lips of yours can do, hm?”

Words hitting into your core, you sunk fully onto your knees before him, mouth salivating as you finally removed his codpiece and you almost gasp at the sight of his bulge; a lot bigger in person.

“Wow.” You breathed, your hand gently palming his hardening cock over his blacks.

He looked down at you, hand falling to the back of your head as he runs his fingers through your hair and began massaging the back of your neck. You were tense, expectedly, and he wanted to do everything to make you relax.

“You said over our messages that you always wanted to know what it looked like and here we are now, in the flesh.” He cooes gently, head tilting to the side as he admires you admiring his cock. “Take a look darling, if you want.”

You nodded eagerly and your fingers gripped onto the band of his blacks, pulling them away from his body and watch as his cock springs free.

You almost melted at the sight, your legs coming together tightly as you felt your wetness for him start to drip down your thighs. His tip was already leaning with precum and you swore you could almost taste the saltiness of it already.

Staring up at Tech, you keep your eyes on him as you take a grasp of him, your tongue licking against the base of his shaft and all the way to the tip. Sure enough, he tasted delicious. Your tongue swirled around his member, tasting everything he had to offer.

Tech leaned back in his seat, mouth slack as he watched you in pure ecstasy. You were so beautiful. His eyelids became hooded, coming to a close the instant you took in his whole length. The corners of your mouth began to ache, his surprisingly thick size barely fit into your (to your now knowledge), small mouth. As his tip hit the back of your throat, you ever so slightly gagged against him as you began to bop your head up and down on him.

“J-just like that… Maker…” Tech breathed raggedly, his grip tightening a little on your hair. Curiously, he he pulled you away from his now dripping in saliva covered cock, and watches you practically drool over him. He had never seen a more incredible sight as your eyes screamed ‘fuck me’ but he wanted more than you could give. He moves your head back down, almost slamming your mouth back down around him. “perfect.”

Your hands rested on his thighs, nails digging into his toned skin until you broke free panting. “Tech…” you whined.

“I know.” Tech hummed as he pulled you closer to him, arms linking under you as he lifted you and moved you to sit upon the control panel. His strength was no surprise to you and you certainly won’t mind being manhandled by him like this.

“Please let me take a look at you.” His hands roamed your torso after you nodded in confirmation, fingers needing into your soft hips as he pressed against you and clowder your sense.

Asking if he could remove your blacks, you comply and already began stripping off with the help of Tech. When your bare skin came into view, Tech felt his legs tremble and heart flutter. Your skin was soft to the touch, a beautiful shade that looked so elegant as you were backlit by the control panel.

“You look incredible like this.” He stood back as if to take you in like a sculpture, making you a gush of blood heat your cheeks.

“Oh really?” You tried to sound sultry but you were sure your voice trembled as you witness Tech slowly pump his cock with his right hand as he takes you in.

“Inexplicably so. Devine. Everything.” He takes a step towards you and you swoon as he cups your chin and leans down and places a lingering kiss to your lips that made you want more.

“I’m going to...” he pauses as he pulls away from your lips, trying to rake his mind for the right words without it sounding too off putting, “I’m going to fuck you now. Do I have your permission?” His voice was quiet, shy almost but all you have to do is kiss his lips once for him to know that it’s what you want.

“Use your voice darling. You’re so quiet usually but it’s just us. I need to hear you say it.” He ordered you, a dominant side coming out of him which also showed such care.

You lick your lower lip, eyes blown out as your cunt throbbed before him as you slowly spread your legs for him. “I want you to fuck me, Tech.”

He grins, a rare but wonderful sight and watch in awe as he took a hold of his cock and began gently stroking it against your folds. “Kriff you’re soaked.” He blurts out, shocked.

“That’s what you do to me.” You tell him through little moans as he collected your slick on the end of his cock.

“Wonderful.” He mused but slowly after an agonising minute of him teasing you, he sheathes himself into you and elicits the most beautiful moan you’ve ever heard.

“Oh..ohhh.” He grunts, his legs become so like jelly that he has to place his hands on the control panel to get a hold of himself. He was burning bright red, hoping he hadn’t embarrassed himself but it was you who wrapped your legs around his hips, pushing him in further whilst saying his name.

“Tech!” You squeaked, eyes blown wide with sexual craze as he felt every inch of his thick shaft settle inside you.

He moans your name, eyes glazed as he captures your gaze. “I want to call you my whore. You liked it last night didn’t you? When I called you ‘my whore’?” He teased, slowly rocking his hips back and forth as he watches you nod feverishly for him to degrade you.

His free hand placed onto the back of your neck as his lips pressed hungrily to yours, moving perfectly together in a rushed kiss. Tongues fighting and teeth clashing but you didn’t care. “But you’re so much more than that. You don’t deserve to be called such a distasteful name. You’re…fuck…” he groans, finding his rhythm as he snaps his hips back and forth, “you’re my girl. My stunning cyare.”

If it wasn’t the pain of his cock now pummelling inside of you, it was his words that made tears be brought to your eyes. “Tech… fuck-” You whimpered pathetically against him, your head buried into his neck as you wrap your arms around his shoulders as you began to buck your hips against him too. You needed his cock, needed him to fulfil your wildest fantasies of last night that left you with a burning sensation all day.

“Absolutely wonderful. You’re taking me so well but I don’t want you to climax just yet. Nor do I want to ejaculate inside you yet.” He praised, pulling away from you and watching as his aching length slips out of your beautiful hole. It was almost sinful to see, causing a bead of sweat to cover his forehead. “Look at how wet you are. And all for me.” Tech cooed and you find yourself whining as he used his fingers to push your sensitive folds apart, collecting your mixed juices onto his fingers.

A crimson colour painted your cheeks as you watch him. He was analysing you as if you were a piece of data which and your toes curling instinctively. Then, he brushed his thumb against your clit causing you to shiver.

“Am I doing fine so far in satisfying you my darling?” His demeanour was fading. It wasn’t usual for Tech to be unsure of some things but this was definitely one of them.

“You’re doing fine so far, Tech. Better than I’ve ever had.” You breathed softly in comfort, reassurance, and one hundred percent honesty watching as he composes himself and smile at your words. He got so composed in fact, you watch in astonishment as he gets on his knees, warm breath hitting against your already burning core.

“That’s good to hear, I want to make you feel so good.” He muttered against your folds, your body vibrating as he begins gentle and cautious licks over your lips before gently sucking on your clit. He sensed that he could easily make you cum right then and there as you mewled in pleasure, head tilting back. Strong hands grip your thighs, pushing them open as much as he could, knowing you had that springing feeling to close your legs on his head. His tongue worked furiously at your folds before poking his tongue in you, collecting juice on his tongue.

“Just as I imagined,” he purred, voice vibrating against your sex, “sweet just like you.”

Your hands clasped onto the back of his head, fingers holding onto the strap of his goggles over his hair as you began moving his head, getting a momentum with his tongue caressing your clit. You used his head to guide him and apply pressure to your sensitive pussy. “Just like that sir, just like that.” You whimpered.

Just like over the exchange of messages when you had called him sir, he moaned in delight and began sucking on your clit like it was oxygen, like he was starving, his hands moving form your thighs and up to your bare breasts squeezing and twisting your hard nipples at the same time.

“Tech! Please I’m going to cum.” You begged him, body spasming against his tongue which he relentlessly didn’t let up.

Soon, your body hit its climax and a wanton moan escaped your throat, your body becoming so limp that you almost fall of the console you were perched on but Tech was quick to catch you.

“Woah, are you alright?” He asked, voice panicked at the reaction you gave him and you gave him a weak nod and smile, arms slinging around the back of his neck as you’re pulled into his chest.

“Y-yes, that felt amazing.” You mumbled into the crook of his neck, legs still trembling as you carefully placed your feet on the floor but he carried on supporting you.

“That’s good to know.” He said in relief, placing a delicate kiss to your temple as you settled from your orgasmic high.

He rubbed soothing circles into your back before you shocked him as you jumped a little, legs wrapping around his waist. His hands land on your bum, hoisting you up. “Take me to my bunk, Tech… I want you to fuck me there.”

He nodded before peppering you with feverish kisses, not getting enough of you as he carried you to where you want to be pleasured.

He laid you flat on your bunk, you pulling him to climb on top of you with his length poking against your belly as you both indulge into a passionate kiss. This time it was slower, more tentative and more careful. The emotion of the kiss was like one you never had before, it spoke volumes of passion and more than just lust. It was transcending into something else that you had to pull away and look into his eyes.

Beads of sweat coated his face, hair messy and sticking to his forehead and goggles were slightly fogged. You lift his goggles from his eyes, a risky move as they’re never to be disturbed but you smirk as a red band underneath his eyes had formed. You gazed into his eyes, the brightest colour of honey you had seen and melted at the sight. “How are you so beautiful, Tech?” You didn’t even realise he said it but judging by his cocky grin but red flamed cheeks, he did not mind. Not at all.

He grins and leaned down, brushing his nose affectionately against your own. “I could ask you the same question.”

Your lips met again but this time there was a hard pressure of his cock now pressing against your folds, begging you for entrance.

With dainty fingers, you use your hand to help ease him back inside you, wincing as he stretches you open once again. You hum into his perfectly articulate mouth, feeling satisfied as he finally pushed into you all the way, a wanton cry springing from him as your walls tightened around him.

“S-so good, kriff.” He pants, hands resting on either side of your head as he adjusted to you, hips beginning to slowly thrust as his cock began to pump in and out of you.

“Don’t stop, p-please don’t stop.” You groan into his hot mouth that groaned into your own in return.

His eyes trailed over your face. That once so shy fighter they had recruited was now a quivering mess beneath him and Maker you looked incredible.

“So pretty.” He cooed as he places one hand under your head, holding you close as he tends to with harsh thrusts. He watched your face for reactions to different paces, determining what you like best to give you as much satisfaction as he could.

Your hips raised off the bed to meet his frantic thrusts, Tech now hitting that perfect spot inside of you. “Yes! Yes Tech!” You cry out as he hit into you with a unrelenting force and agility you weren’t aware Tech had. You were submissive to him now, your moans dragging out so long that you were claimed at his.

“Taking me so so well. Good girl.” He compliments but you whine in almost horror as you feel him pulling out but it was just to look at how glistening his cock looked with all your juice and cum slathered all over it. Your whines don’t go unnoticed as he chuckles before pounding right back into you eyes trailing to your stomach to see it slightly grow once he pushed in and deflated when it came out. What a dirty sight.

Your legs wrapped around him, your nails began scratching at his back as his pace began to quicken. The sound of his balls slapping against your skin being the only noise within the marauder, followed by your pleasure-filled moans was filthy but you loved it.

He grunted, thrusts slowly becoming more sloppy after some time. By then he had flipped you so you were straddling him, his arms wrapping around yours to hold you down as he began to thrust violently up against you. You scream out in pleasure, the feeling of his length slamming in and out of you was incredible. He grabs your waist and pulls you close, breasts sticking to his sweat-covered chest as he maintained his brutal pace.

“Your little squeaks are adorable darling,” he grunts into your ear, “but you’re going to make me cum. Is that what you want?”

You nodded vigorously, eyes tightly shut as your head laid against his chest as his thrusts became slower at your request. “Please. Please cum in me.”

Tech moans, using your soft words of encouragement to allow him to near his end rings in his ears.

He felt it in his stomach before he came, his grunts became louder and heavier as he slammed a couple more desperate thrusts into you before he emptied himself into you. At the same time, you twitched over his cock, your own cum merging with his as you both pant, holding onto one another as if you were both the only ones alive.

You lay on top of him for a small while, chests heaving as you both came down from your highs before he gently lifted you so he could move out from under you. He had left you for a moment before returning in his blacks, having grabbed yours too as well and a damp cloth.

“Here, let me.” He says softly, helping to clean you up.

Once done, you pushed yourself to the edge of your bunk and slipped on your clothes. You chewed on your lip as you watched Tech move around the ship, tidying up so there was no indication that you two just fucked in there before settling down beside you.

His fingers twitched towards yours, unsure wether or not he should but you laid out your palm and he hummed happily as he rested his hand in your own followed by him kissing your cheek.

“I hope that was up to your expectations?” He pushed the goggles up his nose, cheeks pink.

“You’re kidding right? That was amazing.” You said almost breathlessly and that was enough to satisfy Tech who leaned back, allowing you to wrap his arms around you.

“The others will not be back for a few hours. I suggest we relax. I heard aftercare is very beneficial when it comes to having sex with someone you have feelings for.”

Your eyes widened and you sat back up and looked at him. “You have feelings for me?” Your voice was a little high-pitched in surprise.

He tilted his head, a playful smirk on his lips. “I thought it was obvious?”

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Tech Savvy

Pairing: Tech x female reader Summary: You’re an ex-imperial who has a crush on Tech. He’s awkward about it. Until he’s not. Rating: Explicit (18+, minors DNI) Warnings/tags: crack treated seriously, smut, unprotected PIV, awkward flirting, oral sex, first kisses, accidental exhibitionism, lots of bad jokes, slight angst Word count: 5.4K Notes: It’s smutty crack treated seriously, guys. Read on AO3.

The planet you land on isn’t anything special. It’s a humid swamp world in the Outer Rim that offers enough seclusion for even the Empire’s Most Wanted to pass by unnoticed.

You, being the kind and selfless individual you are, decide to help with repairs while Clone Force 99 are on a supply run. It’s the first time the ship has made planet fall in weeks and everyone is a bit stir-crazy, jumping at the chance to stretch their legs. Prolonged time spent in hyperspace has that effect.

Before he left, you told Hunter that your status as an ex-Imperial put an unnecessary target on their back. You’re still wearing your Imperial uniform, after all, and you know for a fact that the Empire is not exactly merciful to deserters. Especially deserters that committed high treason. Like aiding Clone Force 99’s escape from an Imperial prison.

You definitely didn’t just jump at the chance to stay behind because Tech opted to. That would be ridiculous.

You feel your face heat at the thought.

(What? His goggles are cute.)

The truth is, there’s been something – a tension, as it were – between the two of you since you arrived on board. You know it, he knows it. You’ve been orbiting around each other for some weeks now, and this is the first time you’ve been alone –

“Can you spare a minute?” Tech calls out, pulling you away from your thoughts. You swivel in your chair and shift your attention to him, a bit surprised.

“I was beginning to think you didn’t realise I was on board,” you reply as you make your way to the cockpit where Tech is currently fiddling with some wires.

“You’re...very hard to miss,” Tech replies and your heart skips a beat. “The ship is far too small to miss another sentient being’s presence.”

“Right,” you mutter while taking a seat, trying not to sound too deflated. So maybe he didn’t feel that tension. “What do you need help with?”

“I am taking this opportunity to rewrite the ship’s central comm unit to be more covert when passing through areas with increased Imperial traffic. If I can update the ship’s communication infrastructure to resemble that of a first generation Imperial craft, then we will considerably reduce our chances of being identified. Which is why I am particularly glad you stayed behind today. Considering your, er, history.” He fiddles with a mess of wires in front of him, not once looking up.

“And here I was thinking you wanted me around because you enjoyed my company,” you playfully jab.

“There’s that, too,” Tech replies. “Though it would be advantageous if you could list all of the Imperial access codes you can remember. The computer and I can do some pattern recognition to better–,” he cut himself off and anxiously rubbed the back of his neck. “Apologies, you don’t need a long-winded explanation. If you’re happy to share, you can do so whenever you’re ready.”

You consider protesting and telling him that you find his rambling cute, but you decide not to dwell on it for his sake. You list the codes you remember from the Academy. You keep talking, relaying any tangential intel relating to access codes. If it’s irrelevant, Tech doesn’t stop you.

He is silent for a few moments analysing the data you’ve given him. You watch him closely, admiring the way his brow furrows and his lips purse while he’s concentrating.

“You trust me then?” you venture to say. You play with your hands in your lap. “Even though I was with the Empire?”

“You’re helping us now,” Tech replies, as if it’s obvious. He is still inputting data into the datapad he is holding when he continues, “You trust us, it would seem. And we were soldiers programmed upon our creation to destroy the Republic.”

You fumble over your next words.

“That’s – it’s entirely different.”

“And from my perspective, all that matters is where you are now,” he states with finality.

“Well,” you say shyly, “I like where I am.”

Tech smirks despite himself, briefly glancing up at you from his datapad.

You hold his gaze for a moment, before settling into a comfortable silence. You sit in next to him for several minutes, revelling in his closeness like a brezak basking under the Zygerrian sun. It’s only when you notice yourself blushing like a teenager that you decide to make yourself useful and actually help with repairs like you promised.

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“Would you mind holding this wire out of the way for me while I solder the capacitors for the localised memory bank?” Tech calls, breaking your concentration. The illumination device you were repairing could wait.

You have no idea what Tech means, if his string of words means anything, and you survey his makeshift workbench for a hint. Several panels are detached, limply dangling from a few brightly coloured wires. Tech is focusing his attention on a large panel that is plugged into a cylindrical storage device.

“Maker, that’s a big data stick,” you can’t help but mutter.

Tech makes an incoherent choking sound.

You do as requested and lean over his shoulder to take hold of the wire he specified between your thumb and forefinger. The fabric of your sleeves brushes against his shoulder armour and it feels as though there is a static shift in the air, like the air around you is alive and humming.

And Tech gulps with the contact. He types a few sets of numbers into his datapad with excess force, seriously testing the build quality of the device. His posture is especially rigid as focuses on testing the wires currently in his lap.

Your pulse is racing. It’s as if each second that passes without a confession threatens to rip apart the very fabric of reality.

“Tech?” He has to feel this too, right? “Why...why did you stay behind today?” you ask, careful to keep your voice even. You need him to say it, admit that he feels it, too. You’re desperate for it.

“You can let go now,” he replied, pointedly ignoring your question.

You let go of the wire, but make no move to step away from him. You’re acutely aware of yourself right now and suddenly self-conscious: about the deep shade of crimson enveloping your face, the way you’re breathing, the clamminess you can feel on your palms. You hope you smell alright and silently pray that any traces of caf on your breath are long gone.

Several seconds pass before Tech looks up, over his shoulder at you. His face briefly flickers with concern.

“Your flushed features and increased heart rate indicates that you are nervous,” he remarks.

Maker, is it that obvious, you cringe.

Your mouth is dry and you contemplate making an excuse, but your brain does not want to cooperate.

“Sometimes I –,” you begin. Void, here I go. “Sometimes I get nervous around you,” you admit, attempting to make your confession sound as casual as possible. You bite your bottom lip in a way that you hope will be interpreted as sensual, or, at the very least, cute.

And Tech? Tech is flustered. Like visibly shaken, blushing furiously, two-steps-away-from-hyperventilating, kind of flustered.

“Please do not be nervous,” he responds tightly. Each word is taking considerable effort to be spoken. “I already told you: we trust you. I am not a threat to you.”

The poor guy. There’s no way he can really be misinterpreting that –.

“No, no, it’s a good kind of nervous,” you attempt to clarify.

“Nervousness is not conducive to high quality work,” Tech chokes out.

“No, I mean like giddy. I feel giddy around you.”

Come on, Tech.

“Would you like a chair–.”

“Stars, Tech, I like you!”

Tech...errors. He attempts to start several sentences with no success before mumbling an excuse that he has to go, “fix the reverse polarity capacitive inductor,” which, to your knowledge, is definitely not a real thing.

So maybe that could have gone better. All things considered, he did seem affected by your admission. On the other hand, he also left the room entirely.

Your face burns with embarrassment and, hey, maybe this backwater planet could make a decent home. Maybe the swamp water would be safe for consumption and you could spend the rest of your days foraging for swamp... berries. Sure, it might be a little uncomfortable, but no less uncomfortable than staying here for one more second.

And this is why you don’t admit your feelings to anyone. Ever.

Ugh. You were so confident, too. You squeeze your eyes shut, willing yourself to transport to another star system.

The door to the ‘fresher shuts, followed by a slight scuffle of feet, and a thunk that sounds decidedly like a head hitting the door.

You briefly consider leaving the ship to attempt to meet up with the rest of the Bad Batch. It’s been far too long since you’ve breathed fresh, clean, air and you feel a second wave of self-pity wash over you as you contemplate the thought of breathing in the smell of Wrecker’s feet for several more weeks in the Marauder’s circulated air. They hadn’t been gone longer than a standard hour and there was a clear path to get into town. You could still salvage the day, you could still stretch your legs–

‘Oh you want to know why I suddenly decided to join you, Hunter, after promising I’d help fix the ship? Funny story, I was trying to seduce your brother and he rejected me!’

You physically cringe at that. On second thought, maybe just pretending this didn’t happen would be the easier option. Lesser of two evils and all that.

Well, you’ve endured worse situations than this. Swamp berries, if they exist, probably won’t offer enough sustenance anyway, you conclude. You turn your attention to fixing several access panels that require little to no attention.

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It takes a long while for Tech to exit the ‘fresher. The door opens with a hiss and you stiffen, not looking up until he briskly walks past you and resumes his makeshift work station in the cockpit. Once he is seated and his back is facing you and you can hear the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on his datapad, you allow your entire body to relax.

You look back down to your newest project: fixing the swivel action on a chair. You’re not entirely sure if the chair needed to swivel, or whether it was supposed to, but it does now. At least Omega would have fun with that.

“Can you spare another minute?” Tech says after a considerable stretch of silence.

His comment catches you off-guard. It’s fine, it’s fine, you are just going to pretend like nothing happened. You can just carry on helping with actual repairs like you promised.

“I’m coming,” you say, while putting your entire weight into tightening a screw.

Tech coughs slightly.

“The, uh, I need your help with the cum system. The comm system!” he stutters.

Your eyes widen and decide it’s best not to comment, furiously thinking about the fact that Tech rarely makes mistakes. You wipe your hands on your trousers and stride over to the cockpit where Tech is fiddling with some wires on his lap.

“Take these,” he says while coiling a piece of wire to make a conductor. He pushes right through the awkwardness and places a handful of resistors in your outstretched hand.

You stand there in silence for several moments before you drum your fingers on the back of his chair. He makes no move to immediately utilise the resistors, so you resign yourself to stand there and watch him work. (You suppress a sigh – you wish you weren’t attracted to him at this moment, but here you are, drawn in by his confidence and fixated on watching his nimble fingers work their magic.)

Normally, you’d have already lost your patience. But not now, not when you are trying to decipher just what exactly Tech was trying to accomplish by calling you over and ignoring you. And that’s when you realise that Tech either forgot you were there or forgot to give you whichever menial task he originally intended.

But there’s absolutely no chance that Tech makes two mistakes within the same standard year, never mind two mistakes within the same afternoon.

You start to wonder if he even has any use for the resistors. Your knowledge of technology is limited, but you really don’t see how they’d be useful with his current task. Maybe this is Tech’s uncharacteristically inefficient way to try to initiate conversation. You really hope you’re not completely misreading the situation, but it’s not like you have any pride left to lose.

“Why did you stay behind today, Tech?” you ask quietly, voice tinged with apprehension and perhaps an unmistakable eagerness. You phrase it more like a statement than a question this time.

He continues to fidget, his leg bouncing anxiously as he works.

“I did some research,” he blurts. “Regarding intimacy between human males and human females.”

Huh.

“I read the specifics on how to kiss,” he continues, “but I fear that I am a bit out of my depth as to how I am supposed to initiate it.” He is still fussing with the wires in his lap, not quite able to look up at you.

“You...want to kiss?” you surmise, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. “Me?”

“Very much so.”

A grin breaks across your face and the sharp sting of Tech’s previous rejection immediately melts away. You deposit the handful of resistors in a tray containing various tools Tech had been using throughout the day before taking a tentative step forward from behind the chair. He cranes his neck to look at you, an unfamiliar expression that you’re not quite able to decipher written across his face.

You reach your hand out to caress his cheek, and sliding your hand down to his chin to guide it upwards as you bend down to bring your lips to his. The kiss is chaste, at first, but Tech proves himself a quick study as slightly parts his lips to deepen the kiss. His goggles nudge against your face and you’re pretty sure you’re leaving a greasy cheek print on one of them.

You pull away to gauge his reaction.

“Was that... satisfactory?” he asks, seemingly dazed. His eyes are hooded and still focused on your lips.

“It was perfect.” You offer a small smile.

He removes the goggles to clean one side of them with a nearby cloth. So you were leaving a cheek print. Once his goggles are back in place, he’s looking at you like he can’t quite believe you’re real, his golden brown eyes blinking owlishly at you.

“I apologise for leaving you earlier. I did not anticipate you returning my affections – it did not seem probable. And I was, regrettably, not prepared,” he mumbles.

“Probable?” It’s your turn to malfunction. You want to usher a thousand reassurances at once.

“Well, no.” Tech shifts his weight uncomfortably, not quite able to meet your eyes. “Hunter or Crosshair usually are the ones who capture the affections of –,”

“I like your goggles,” you interrupt in a rush before you surge forward to press your lips against his, hoping to convey just how much you return his affections. It’s a messy, urgent kiss that Tech returns with equal fervour. His fingers find their way into your hair, pulling you closer.

When you finally break the kiss, you straighten your back and take both of his hands in yours and take small, hesitant steps backwards, encouraging Tech to stand. As he does, the project he is working on slides off of his lap and clatters to the floor. He pays it no attention as he closes the distance between you, his eyes darkened with lust. He kisses you with renewed purpose as his hands wrap around your waist, roaming across your body, before they settle firmly on your ass.

Your hips grind into his codpiece and Tech lets out a low groan that goes straight to your core. He moves to kiss the curve of your neck, sucking at the delicate skin and making you squirm. The dampness between your legs becomes apparent and you press yourself closer to him, desperate for friction where you need it the most. As if he can read your mind, he trails a hand from your ass and places it between your legs, grazing over your clit before cupping your cunt. You involuntarily rock into his hand and moan into his mouth, hardly recognising the sounds you’re making.

Tech’s hand abruptly stills as he draws back to meet your eyes. His expression mirrors yours: searching wide eyes filled with longing, a silent acknowledgement passes between you as you reach the point of no return.

And in that moment you are struck with the urge to want nothing more than his cock in your mouth.

“Can I?” you blurt, glancing downward, hoping he is able to intuit exactly what you are suggesting in that moment.

“You may.” You allow the grammatical correction to slip by. “But I’ve never–,” he begins.

You don’t break eye contact and you begin to drop to your knees. He’s looking at you with his eyes wide, mouth slack. Tech’s bulged codpiece is mere inches from your face, and it’s in that moment that you realise that you have no idea how to undress this man.

And this, this is when you start to worry.

Does it have a latch? Does it even come off?

Your eyes dart from left to right looking for some sort of hint as to how it could be removed. You’re half tempted to just plant a smooch on the armour or the kiss inside of his thigh and pretend that all of this was intentional.

“I can get that,” Tech helpfully chimes in, blessedly oblivious to your internal struggle. He removes the pelvic plate with ease and, to your relief, you can see the shape of his erection straining under a layer of thick black fabric. Black fabric that conforms to his body shape exceedingly well. You reach out to feel his length, gently cupping his balls through the fabric before applying more pressure as you palm his shaft. He soft groan escapes his lips.

It catches you a little off guard, actually, to see him so hard. Knowing he’s been hard underneath his armour this entire time. Wondering when else he’s been hard and you had been none the wiser.

His cock has an attractive silhouette – it’s thicker than you expected and you can feel the patch of pre-cum that dampens the black fabric near his tip. You reach for his waistband and pull it down before slowly wrapping a hand around his shaft. He hisses with the contact and brings a white-knuckled fist to his lips.

You peer up at him through your lashes and you lick your lips, preparing to tease him a bit before taking him as deep as you can manage.

And that’s when something inside Tech snaps.

He looks down at you with wild eyes and places his hand on the back of your head to guide your mouth to his cock, apparently unable to continue the role of a passive observer for any longer. Clearly intent at putting his newfound research to good use. You lick a wet stripe from the base to the tip, before taking him in your mouth, the pre-cum tangy on your tongue. His grip tightens on your hair the same time he tilts his hips forward to push his cock further and you hollow your cheeks, sucking hard enough to make Tech groan and his knees buckle. He braces himself against the back of the pilot’s chair, captivated at the sight your mouth stretched around his length.

You begin to bob your head in a steady rhythm, taking him as deep as you’re able. You drag your tongue and press it flush on the underside of his cock, looking up at Tech with wide doe eyes, batting your eyelashes prettily as he struggles to maintain composure. You continue your pace until sweat starts to bead at his temple and his breathing becomes less controlled.

Patience isn’t your strong point and you’re too pent up not to touch yourself. You bring your free hand down your trousers, between your thighs, running your fingers through your wet folds and hum at the sensation. Tech’s hips stutter with the vibrations and his face contorts in what looks like a pained grimace. He takes a miniature step back and your lips leave his cock with a pop. He’s breathing heavily now and his weeping cock is painfully hard, his balls tight.

“I don’t want to finish in your mouth, mesh’la,” he pants, voice low.

You nod dumbly, currently unable to form a coherent thought or tear your eyes away from his erect length, only inches away from your face.

Tech takes hold of both of your forearms, helping you get to your feet, before wrapping his hands around your thighs, picking you up with surprising ease. You lock your thighs around his torso as he strides over to press you against one of the auxiliary control panels adjacent to the co-pilot’s chair in the cockpit. The incline on the panel is steep and the pressure of his hips against yours is the only thing keeping you from sliding down.

“Let me taste you,” Tech groans against your ear.

You let out a frustrated whine and desperately move to unclasp your trousers as Tech works to open your shirt. You shudder once the cool air hits your sweat-dampened skin and Tech messily palms your exposed breast while nipping at your neck. He helps you shimmy out of your clothing while holding you in firmly place before discarding them on the floor of he Marauder.

And this is how you find yourself spread eagle on the Marauder's control panel in possibly the most undignified position you’ve ever been in.

He goes to remove his goggles and you stop him.

“If they’re not uncomfortable for you, I’d like for you to leave them on.” He quirks a brow at you, quizzical. “What? I told you that they’re cute.”

His face evolves from sceptical to bashful in a few moments.

“Very well, then. I can leave them on.”

Tech moves his hands under your thighs as he lowers himself, draping your legs across each of his shoulders with surprising gentleness for a man who looks like he is ready to devour you. Once he’s on his knees and comfortably supporting your weight, keeping you pressed against the console, he places an open-mouthed kiss on the inside of your thigh.

“A-are you okay with this?” you manage to stutter out. It’s not like you haven’t pictured his head between your thighs before, but something about his head actually being between your thighs fills you with a nervousness you hadn’t anticipated.

He mumbles his assurances against your clit. He begins with slow, languid licks and you suck in a sharp breath as you feel yourself craving more and have to stop yourself from violently bucking your hips up.

Okay, so he’s actually really good at this. You know you really shouldn’t be that surprised, Tech is nothing if not thorough with his research and it’s, er, practical applications. Any thoughts of humour at Tech’s expense are, however, ripped from your mind when he sinks a single finger inside your cunt. His finger curls with a precision that only Tech could manage and you moan in encouragement as he pumps it in and out.

You squirm when he hits the spot that makes you want to beg for more and you feel your bare ass hit a button on the console. The next thing you hear is a soft swish swish sound of the Marauder's screen wipers that you inadvertently turned on. Mercifully, it doesn’t break Tech’s concentration and his hands continue to grip your hips, holding your cunt to his face.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you chant. You writhe again and another button sounds its activation. Nothing immediately makes itself known. You hope it’s not something like a proton torpedo firing into the swampy area the Marauder landed in. Not because there’s anything nearby, but because you’ll die if Tech stops here.

He moans into your core as he brings a hand down to grip his leaking cock, desperate for some friction.

“Kriff,” you grunt at the sight of him fucking his fist, only to hear Tech utter the same exclamation at the same time.

“Is there an echo in here or something?” You smile at him, offering a half-laugh before your face contorts with pleasure once again and you hiss through your teeth.

“Yes?” a new, tinny voice chimes in on the overhead speaker system. “This is Echo... You’ve, uh, turned on the short range comm system.”

You knew Tech was a good soldier, but the reflexes in which he slammed the short range comm transmitter with his free hand surprised you. He didn’t move himself from between your thighs and skilfully cut off the transmission while continuing to work your clit with his tongue and your cunt with his finger.

Before you could die from embarrassment and wonder just how much Echo and the rest of the Batch heard, Tech adds another finger and your entire body jerks and tenses.

“I’ve – ah, right there – Maker, that feels good. I’ve never been with anyone who is patient enough to let me come,” you manage to say through gritted teeth.

“My research indicated that it can take around 20 standard minutes for women to orgasm if properly relaxed, why would others stop prematurely?” Tech replies, only briefly removing his mouth from your cunt to reply.

“Selfishness?” you guess.

Tech seemed to take your admission (and ability to form sentences) personally, clearly intent on rendering you incapacitated. He returns to his attention to your clit and maintains his rhythm, teasing a third finger near your entrance. You whine at the sensation and move to hold Tech’s head in place, because if he stops now, there’s no way you’ll ever forgive him. The pressure that’s been mounting in your core finally, finally peaks and your entire body tenses as you surrender to your climax.

“Tech,” you whine, unable to formulate thoughts, let alone words.

He assures you with a soft groan and tightens his grip on your hip. He can feel your walls clenching around his fingers as he guides you through your climax.

As you come down from your orgasm, you feel like you’ve spent a year in bacta. You can’t move. Honestly, your bones are like Andorian jelly. The feeling is only temporary, however, as you’re overcome with the desire – no, need – to be filled.

“In me,” you urge. “Now.”

He adjusts his goggles and looks at you, spread out, completely ready for him.

“Lie back then.”

Tech settles between your thighs and nudges his cock head against your entrance. He takes a breath to steady himself, rubbing his length through your folds, covering it in your arousal.

“So wet and ready for me, mesh’la.”

Your hands wildly grasp at his chest plate, fingernails scratching along the plastoid, desperate to hold onto anything to anchor you. You meet his mouth with a graceless kiss, before he finally sinks into you.

“You’re tight,” he grits out.

He waits a few moments letting you adjust to his size before he begins to move. He restrains himself, slowly rolling his hips as your cunt stretches around his length.

“More,” you plead, breathlessly. “Please.”

Your encouragement is all he needs before he snaps his hips against yours, setting an unrelenting rhythm. He rocks into you harder with each thrust of his hips, his plastoid leg places slapping your skin.

“You feel so good, cyar'ika,” he pants. You surge upwards to greet his lips with a messy kiss, which only spurs him on to fuck you faster. “You’re, ah, taking me so well.”

“Fuck –,” you whine.

His grip tightens and his whole body starts to tense – he’s dangerously close to coming undone. And that’s when you notice his pace start to slow, his movements clearly distracted.

“Tech?” you mumble. You focus your eyes on his face and he looks dazed, you can practically hear him thinking. You’re about to ask him what’s wrong, but he doesn’t give you any time to panic.

“Elevate your hips by seven to ten degrees,” he states through heavy breaths.

“What?” Definitely not what you were expecting him to say.

Tech seems unfazed by your apparent annoyance. He wordlessly repositions himself, grabbing both of your hips and raising them slightly, holding your body up so it’s just the sharp incline of the console and Tech’s hands keeping you in place.

He began thrusting in earnest again, his eyes screwing shut in pleasure. And, Maker, he was right. The new angle hits a spot that makes your toes curl and you lose the ability to speak almost instantly and mewl helplessly as Tech fucks into you.

You made an undignified noise as you gripped his bicep, desperate to hold onto something, feeling the pressure mount in your core. With Tech’s hands busy holding you in place as he maintains a brutal pace, you bring a hand down to your clit, still wet with spit and your own essence. You barely have to touch yourself before you feel your body screaming for release.

“’M coming,” is all the warning you are able to give him before your cunt spasms around his twitching cock as your vision whites out. Tech grunts at the sensation, unable to hold his own climax off any longer.

“Where do you want me to –,” he grates out.

“Anywhere,” you cut him off, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm. “Just want to feel you.”

“Fuck, mesh’la, I’m going to come,” Tech groans, desperately chasing his release with harsh thrusts. His hips forcefully buck into you before his cock stiffens and he spills himself inside of you. He buries his face in your neck, slowly pumping you full of his cum, before he slumps against you. “Bid jate par me,” he mumbles into your neck, barely audible. “Gotal par me.”

You don’t know Mando’a, but whatever he is saying, the way he is saying it, sends a pleasant chill over your body.

You’re both still breathing heavily when Tech gingerly places you back down with a surprising gentleness for someone who had just been fucking you within an inch of your life. He’s in no rush to remove himself from you, but when his softened cock does slip out and his cum leaks out of you and onto the console, he helps you slide down. When your feet touch the floor, your legs wobble slightly and Tech has to grasp your forearms to steady you, softly chuckling at the state you’re in.

And when you look at him, he looks positively debauched. Sated, but debauched. You probably look worse.

In one swift motion he bends down, brings an arm down under your knees, and lifts you up. You wrap your arms around your neck while he carries you to his bunk. His cool armour against your overheated skin is a welcome sensation and you press yourself closer.

“Your research paid off,” you mumble into his chest as he sets you down on his bed.

“Please do not act so surprised by that.”

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You and Tech aren’t quite finished with the repairs by the time the Batch return hours later, long after the moons have risen and the bioluminescent plants surrounding the ship have begun to glow. If the squad notice you’re sitting a bit too close to Tech, your thigh pressing comfortably against his, they don’t say anything.

Neither of you were expecting to defile the Marauder all day and Tech was frantically fixing the lever on a storage hatch access panel, attempting to make up for lost time.

“Wrecker!” Echo shouts. “Clean up after yourself, for kriff’s sake.”

“Why?” Wrecker drawls, stomping towards the cockpit. “What did I do this time?”

“You’ve spilled your juice on the console again, all the keys are stuck in place.”

The access lever snaps clean off in Tech’s hands.

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mandos-sluts · 3 years

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The Prisoner's Dilemma

The Mandalorian x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: There’s a bounty on your head and the Mandalorian Din Djarin picks you up. Boba Fett informs Din of what he does with bounties like you.

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, explicitly non con!! (but reader is into it), fingering, daddy kink, bondage, lots of dirty talk, degradation, exhibitionism kink

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Din has been hunting with Boba Fett ever since the Razor Crest was destroyed; they travel from planet to planet together collecting bounties. While he would prefer to work alone, Din doesn’t mind Boba’s company— the two are very similar people. Both are cold, stoic bounty hunters who don't take shit from anyone.

You struggle and resist when Din picks you up. Sending endless punches and kicks at the Mandalorian trying to cuff you. You attempt to flee but to no avail, your strength is nothing compared to his.

He cuffs your hands behind your back and roughly walks you to the ship, maintaining a firm grip on your upper arm as he drags you alongside him.

The first thing you see upon entering the rusty ship is another man in Mandalorian armor. “Ahh what the fuck? She’s your bounty??” Boba says to Din as he tugs you up the ramp of Slave I.

Both men are fully covered from head to toe in beskar. The one handling you is taller than the other, and has a deeper voice.

“Yeah. Where’s yours?” Din responds casually.

“In carbonate.” Boba says nodding to the chamber. ”Damn. You’re lucky, Djarin.”

“Lucky? The price on her head is the same as your bounty’s.” Din replies.

“I'm not talking about the payout. Look at her, man! She’s yours to take.” Boba says locking his stare on your increasingly confused expression.

“What do you mean?” Din says flatly, looking down at you.

Boba takes a deep breath. “Ohhhhh Din, so innocent.” He laughs. “….You get to fuck her!”

Did…. did he just say what you think he said?

Din scoffs. “You fuck your bounties?”

“Well if they look like her! Shit, how could you not?!” Boba takes a step closer to you. “Damn. I've never seen a bounty as pretty as this one.” He says grabbing your chin and lifting your face up.

You’re standing there silently, still in Din’s grasp with your hands clasped behind your back. Din looks down at you and you turn your wide puppy dog eyes up to meet his gaze, anxious to see what he will do with you.

Boba takes a step away from the two of you. “If you don’t fuck her, I will. I’m not letting a pretty thing like that go to waste on my ship.” He pats Din on the back. “C’mon Djarin, you deserve it pal.” Boba says as he exits the room.

You stand there, almost in shock, waiting for the Mandalorian to do or say something. Part of you suspects all of this talk is just some nonsense to intimidate you.

But then after a moment, he finally speaks. His voice is low and rough, tone firm with a hint of condescension. “Well…..you heard him darling. You want me or Boba? I’ll give you the choice.” Din lightly chuckles.

Your heart drops. He can’t be serious. There’s no way bounty hunters are allowed to fuck the bounties they collect. Then again, why would he not, whose gonna stop him? You’re the criminal.

You’re scared, but not as much as you would expect yourself to be. And that’s because your fear is clouded with arousal. Why aren’t you scared shitless? Perhaps because this is lowkey one of your fantasies? And maybe because you’re also incredibly attracted to this big strong Mandalorian manhandling you. Shit.

“Yo— wait, no please don’t.” You say the last part mechanically.

“You want Fett to fuck you?”

“No!”

“Alright.Then I’ll be fucking you, princess. Consider yourself lucky. Fett would make it all about himself, but I'll see to it that your needs are met as well.” Din says softly as he runs one hand through your hair and grabs your waist with the other.

“What? Wait…. I….I….wait– please.” You say, your body trembling underneath his hold.

Din takes a deep breath. “You’re getting fucked baby, you may as well enjoy it.” He says as he grabs your ass with both hands and practically lifts you up, pressing your body flat against him.

“Ah! No. Just– just let me go…. please!” You plead trying to shake free of his clench, your glassy, scared doe eyes staring right into his visor.

“Ha. Keep struggling, sweetheart.” Din pushes his helmet right against your ear as he tightens his grip on your ass. “Just turns me on more.” He whispers in your ear.

“Mmph!” You squeal out, shaking your shoulders as he spins you around and pushes your torso down, bending you over a table.

One of his hands is on the back of your neck, forcing you down on the metal surface. The other is on your waist, right near your cuffed hands. Your ass is waggling in the air as you try to resist his advances and rid yourself of his grabby hands.

You can barely move, however, under his sedulous grip. He shoves your pants down, leaving you bent over the table with your ass in the air in nothing but the unfortunately racy thong you’re wearing.

Your whole body shudders as you feel two of his thick fingers trace your clothed folds.

“Hahahahahahaha…..” Din maniacally laughs as he feels your gooey wetness through the fabric. “Nowwwww I see. Now I get it. You fuckin like this, you little slut.” He growls in your ear. “Pfft. I was gonna say, the fight you’re putting up is pathetic, but now I see why.”

Din isn’t wrong. He has seen you actually struggle and resist when he was capturing you, and the weak shaking of your shoulders and your little pouting is clearly not everything you have.

“Damn, I’ll give it to ya princess, you had me fooled for a while.” Din coos as he grinds his unbelievably large bulge against your ass.

“N-no! I don’t want this!” You contend. Your jolting only serves to make him shove you against the table harder, essentially inhibiting all your movements.

“Baby girl, your pussy is fucking sopping wet, drop the act.” Din scoffs. “You are literally leaking through these panties.” He says as he slips his long thick finger underneath your soaked underwear, running it along your slick. Your whole body shutters under his touch as pressure darts in your core.

“I—”

“Tell me, pretty girl.” Din interrupts. “Have you ever had a cock as big as mine?”

He loosens his grip on your neck, allowing you to crane your neck and look back at the monster cock he is rubbing up and down your glazed valley.

“Fuck.” You whisper to yourself, unsure how he is going to fit in you.

Din slaps your ass. “Answer me.” He commands in a deep tone.

“Ah!” You cry. “No. N-never.”

“Yeah?” Din purrs right before he shoves his entire length into you.

You scream out. “Ah!!” Never have you been opened so much before. He lets his cock sit in you a moment once it’s fully engulfed, leaving you stuffed to the brim with his member.

“Holy shit.” Din breathes out. “Oh fuck yes, this is some good pussy.”

With that he starts rocking his hips back and forth, driving his massive girth into you each time. Your mouth falls open as disgusting moans fall out of your throat. His grip still harsh around your neck as he holds you down hard, pushing his hips against yours and delivering you the best pleasure you’ve ever felt.

“Ha. Knew it.” You hear Din chortle behind you.

You open your eyes and realize that you are pushing your hips back into his, trying to pound him even harder into your G-spot. You curse at yourself for being this brazen with your actions and not hiding your pleasure and yearning better. At this point, you know you’re not fooling him, but you’re not ready to completely give in.

“Now— now that my cock’s in you, you gonna finally behave? Be a— a good girl for me, huh? You little whore.” Din pants as he plows into your hole.

Your cheek is pressed hard against the table and you bite your bottom lip, trying to muffle your lewd moans as you squeeze your eyes shut.

Din chuckles at your pathetic attempt to remain silent. “Don’t respond and I won’t let you cum. Which— well…. you don’t even want to cum, right? Cuz— cuz you don’t want this, right?”

Your eyes shoot open. “Wait….N-no! Ple– please!!!” You cry, turning your head to look back at him.

“Mmmf, please what?” Din growls.

“Please….ah— please let me cum!” You finally relent.

“Ahhhhhh there it is. Keep beggin’, baby. You’re gonna have to earn it after being such a naughty little bitch.” He remarks as he moves both hands to your hips and pulls you into him each time he drives into you.

“Please! Please let me c-cum daddy!” You cry. “I wanna cum so badly, I wanna— wanna cum all over your cock. Please, please daddy!”

“That’s it. Look at you being so obedient now. Ha. Looks like I've fucked the good girl right into ya.” He says, slowing down his thrusts. Din bends over so that his helmet is right against the side of your head and whispers in your ear. “You like playing an innocent little brat don’t you? Pretending tha— that you don’t want to get fucked. But you’re such a dirty fuckin slut, you just couldn’t resist my big dick could ya? You— you’re just too fuckin desperate to get your tight little hole stuffed full of cock. Isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes! Fuck! Your cock hits me— hits me so deep! S-stretches me out so good!” You whine out as he thrusts into you.

Din spanks your ass again, sending a fresh wave of arousal to your core and making your cunt clench around him.

“Oof. I felt that. Ya like being spanked too? Fuck. You are a whore.” Din chuckles.

Your moans have turned into downright vulgar screams that you have no control over. He’s pounding into you so hard that your vision has gone blurry from the tears falling out of your eyes.

“Gah. You look so f-fuckin pretty when you cry baby.” Din mutters.

You hear a bang at the door and panic momentarily.

“Goodness, Djarin! It sounds like you're torturing her in there.” You hear Boba yell on the other side of the wall.

“Nahhh, I’m taking good care of her, isn’t that right sweetheart?” Din calls out, leaning over to your face.

“Y-yes!” You scream in response.

Din then grabs your shirt and for a moment tries to pull it over your head. Upon realizing that your cuffed hands pose an obstacle, he rips it right off your body, causing you to jump a bit.

“Come see for yourself, pal.” Din offers to Boba after discarding the ripped fabric on the floor.

The door slides open and Boba is met with the crude scene of you bent over a table, completely naked with your hands cuffed behind your back, mouth open wide with tears rolling down your face, and Din standing behind you, holding your hips tightly while plowing into you.

Boba stands in amazement. “…Holy fuck.”

“Say hi to Boba, pretty girl.” Din orders.

“H-hi sir.” You manage to spit out, lifting your head slightly.

“Shit. You hit the jackpot, Djarin. How’d you get this little one to submit?”

“Ohh, she wasn’t hard to tame. Ah— Needy whores like her never are.” Din responds while continuing to drive into you.

“Well, bye princess.” Boba says looking straight into your watering eyes. “Be good now. Din can get mean if he doesn’t get his way.” He remarks before existing.

When the door closes, Din yanks you up by your hair, spins you around, and lifts you onto the table. You’re sitting straight up on the table with your hands still clasped behind your back, a fully clothed Din standing between your legs, holding your trembling thighs wide open as he sinks his length back into you. You instinctively wrap your legs around him.

He grabs a rough hold of your face, hooking his thumb in your agape mouth while the rest of his long hand wraps around your head, forcing your watering eyes to look right at him as he pounds up into you. Strands of your hair stick to your sweaty face as you’re unable to brush them away.

His other hand trails down your sweating skin to your clit and starts drawing tiny circles on it. You wish you could wrap your arms around his neck and hold on tight to him as he drives you over the edge.

“Alright, pretty girl, cum for me. Show me what you’ve got, baby, come on.” Din encourages, swiping his thumb over your swollen clit.

Your cuffed hands are in tight white fists with your nails digging into your palms. Your whole body tenses up and your back arches as you squeal out. Din’s grasp on your face stops your head from falling back as your orgasm shatters through your body.

Din is hardly pulling his length out of you while thrusting fast and deep inside of you, feeling your cunt flutter on his cock makes him moan and you can tell he’s going to cum soon.

Just then he lifts you off the table and shoves your head down. “On your knees and open wide, I’m gonna cum in that pathetic pretty mouth.” Din breathes out as he rapidly strokes his cock over your face.

You sit up tall on your knees and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out while looking up at him with wide watery eyes. Din grunts as he grabs a hold of your hair and tilts your head up, positioning his cock right over your quivering mouth. Warm streams on white cum shoot from his length and fall on your lips and tongue. He keeps pumping it as he sprays the rest of your face with his seed.

“Damn baby, I thought you were hot before, but you look even better on your knees with your face covered in cum, sweat, and tears.” Din remarks while putting his softening member in his pants.

You slowly rise from the ground, your legs shake and almost give out as you bring your self to your feet. You’re panting and strands of your hair are stuck to your gooey face, as your cuffed hands prevent you from wiping your face.

You stand there awkwardly and silent, naked and disgusting as Din buckles his belt.

“Your pussy is so fucking good. I think I'm gonna have to keep you.”

“W-wait, what?”

“Yeah. I can't turn you in. Can't let a cunt like yours go to waste.”

“Bu— but then you won’t get paid.”

“Oh, having you around to fuck at my leisure is worth way more than the bounty on your head sweetheart.”

You gulp. “I thought—”

“Come on princess.” Din interrupts. “You can either stay with me, or go rot in jail. What’ll it be?

“But I— I….” You have completely forgotten about the foul fate that awaited you. You haven’t had time to think about what would happen once you were turned over. You have no idea of what life is like in a New Republic prison, nor did you have any knowledge how long you would be incarcerated.

“....I wanna stay with you.” You say softly looking down at your feet.

“That's what I thought.” Din says walking up to you. “Get yourself cleaned up baby girl.” He spins your nude body around and unlocks your hand cuffs, nodding in the direction of the fresher. “I’m going on a supply run and then it’s my turn on the flight deck. And my cock could use some warming while I pilot the ship.”

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killianglyndon · 3 years

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Reunion (tbb ep.16 fix-it fic)

Pairing: Crosshair x Medic! Female Reader

Warning: tbb ep.16 spoilers, mentioned of killing people, inhibitor chip?, some kissing, grammar mistakes, typo (cause i didn’t proof read lol. im too tired to do that.)

A/N: anyway, i was so mad and sad about tbb finale, so i decided to write a fix-it fic. That doesn’t mean I hate the episode, this is just my version of story. im not really good at writing so...haha. that’s why im a gifmaker, also my main language is not English, so there would have some typos and grammar mistakes.

Word count: 1.6k

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You and The Bad Batch were on the way to save Hunter. You knew this would be a trap, but you couldn’t help but think of a certain sniper, your lover.

You and the batch didn’t understand what had happened to him at first, his brother, your love. The way he called you and the batch traitor, the way he raised his gun to you, and the way he talked. This wasn’t him, this was not the crosshair you know.

Then, it turned out that the kaminoans had implanted inhibitor chips in every clone to make clones blindly follow orders, even killing the jedi.

“Good soldiers follow orders” This line kept echoing in your head after you heard Crosshair say it. This, this was not the crosshair you know.

***

“You and omega wait here” Echo told you and omega.

“No, we should stick together!” Omega protested.

You put a hand on Omega’s shoulder, trying to calm her.

“No, echo’s right” Wrecker agreed with him.

“Stay out of sight, if things go south we’ll send you a signal. Go back to the ship and contact Rex.” Echo added, looking at you and omega.

You gave him a nod and pulled Omega back to your side before watching them ascend to the training room.

You know how much Hunter meant to Omega, the way they interacted, and the way they cared for each other. You understood why the young girl looked up to him.

“Omega, I’m sure they’ll get Hunter back.” You reassured her.

“I know, and Crosshair.” She looked at you with her bright eyes.

You were a little shocked when she mentioned him. All this time, you tried so hard to suppress your feelings for him, your love for him. The batch knew that you missed him, they could tell. The way you stared into his empty bed, and the nights that you cried until you were too tired and the tears were dried.

“Yeah, and Crosshair…” You smiled sadly at the young girl.

***

When you and Omega joined the batch in the training room, you, Omega, and AZI stayed in one of the gun towers. That was when you saw him, your Crosshair. Hunter and he were tackling each other while Tech, Echo, and Wrecker were shooting the droids.

“I believe you may have activated a few too many droids.” AZI said to Omega and you.

“ We can see that, AZI.” Omega raised her bow, aiming for the nearest droid to Hunter and Crosshair. Meanwhile, you used your blaster to shoot some of the droids near the others.

***

After clearing out all the droids, you, Omega, and AZI joined the others on the ground. You walked closer to Crosshair and Hunter.

You could see that Crosshair was shocked to see you, the coldness in his eyes, mixing up with a tiny bit of shock.

The big scar on the right side of his head was horrifying, did the empire did this to him? Your heart almost broke into million pieces, seeing the love of your life like this.

“Crosshair…” Your voice almost sounded like a whisper.

For a moment, you see the real Crosshair, your Crosshair. But soon replaced by the coldness and aloofness.

“Crosshair, forget the empire. This isn’t you, it’s the inhibitor chip.” Hunter tried to talk some senses into him.

“Wrong.” Crosshair stared back at Hunter. “I had my chip removed a long time ago.” He added.

All of you looked shocked, Tech and Wrecker looked at each other, speechless. Hunter almost looked hurt.

“Since when?” Hunter asked.

“Does it matter?”

“Yes”

No. No. This is not Crosshair. The Crosshair you know would never do this.

“Cross, the empire lied about many things, what if they lied to you?” You asked, trying to hold back your tears.

“This is who I am.”

Crosshair tried to raise his rifle, but Hunter was faster. He stunned him before Crosshair’s attempt.

***

“Hunter, three Venators are descending on the city. We need to leave, now.” Tech stated.

“Wrecker, grab Crosshair. He’s coming with us.” Hunter grabbed Crosshair’s rifle and backpack, while you went to picked up Crosshair’s helmet.

You saw Omega gave Hunter a nod before walking away. Hunter caught you staring at him, so you gave a sad smile to him in return.

“He’s coming home with us.” Hunter said.

***

You and The Batch finally made it to Nala Se’s lab, Tech and Echo were currently trying to figure out a plan. After Crosshair and Hunter’s intense conversation, you saw him walking to the window and taking a seat to rest.

“AZI, come with me, I need your help on something.” You asked.

AZI followed you to Crosshair, you took a seat beside him.

“Crosshair…”

“What do you want?” He asked coldly.

“AZI is a medical droid, he can scan you to check if you still have the chip.”

“Indeed, I helped CT-5555 removed his and CT-5385’s chip according to my memory database.” AZI said.

“Fine.” Crosshair agreed reluctantly.

“CT-9904, this scan only takes a few seconds” AZI said before scanning Crosshair.

To be honest, you knew he still had the chip, you hoped he still had the chip. Cause there was no way, no way the Crosshair you knew would be like this.

“The scan is completed.” AZI said.

“So..?” You asked.

“CT-9904 still has his chip, the chip’s effect was weakened due to the injury from ion engine.” AZI answered.

You felt almost relieved?

The Batch heard it and rushed to you, “He still has...his chip?” Hunter asked, sounded a little guilty.

Echo, Tech, Omega, and Wrecker looked at each other, surprised by this unexpected news as well.

“That would be correct.”AZI replied.

“Could you remove it, AZI?” Omega asked, she wanted his brother back as much as any of you did.

“Yes. I’m capable of removing CT-9904’s inhibitor chip.”

“Do it.” Hunter said.

You stayed next to Crosshair while AZI removed his chip. The surgery was faster than you think, you hold Crosshair’s hand during the whole surgery, and you still holding it now.

“CT-9904’s chip has been removed. He should be awake in any minutes.” AZI stated.

You felt his hand pressing yours, “Crosshair?”

“I...I…”

“Hey, you’re okay now. We removed your chip.” You reassured him.

Crosshair looked away from you, his eyes filled with guilt, confusion, anger, sadness.

“Don’t you hate me?” He asked. “All those things I had done…”

Your hand reached out to stroke his face, “No. Never. I know it’s the chip, Cross. It’s not your fault.” You smiled at him. “I love you, always and forever.”

Crosshair put his hand on your face, wiping away the tears falling down your face. “ But I shot at you, I tried to kill you… I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry…”

“Shhh, I forgive you, Cross. All of it. I’m sorry we didn’t come to save you earlier…”

Crosshair sat up and pulled you into a hug, you melted into his touch, inhaling his scent. Your Crosshair was finally back to you, this is real. The sleepless night without him, the loneliness, the emptiness, the desperation, were all gone. Crosshair was back to you, alive.

“I love you too, cyare.” He said it back.

He pulled away a little so he could kiss you on the lips, his hand trailed to your nape, kissing you with force. You and Crosshair clung on to each other so hard, afraid you would lose each other again. That was when you heard Hunter cleared his throat, you two finally pulled away from each other.

“I know you two miss each other but this lab is about to collapse. and this is not very…” Hunter said and eyed Omega.

“Right, sorry about that.” You answered, then looked at Crosshair whose arm was still wrapped around you. “Cross.” You nudged him.

“Fine.” He gave up and retreated his arm.

“I see Crosshair still has his severe and unyielding personality.” Tech stated.

“This is called missing someone, Tech.” Crosshair said and pulled out one toothpick to throw it at him.

“Ha! He’s back!” Wrecker exclaimed and playfully punched Crosshair’s shoulder.

Crosshair pretended to show an annoyed face, but deep down you knew he missed his brothers.

“Listen, Crosshair. I’m sorry. We should have come for you earlier.” Hunter said. “I was trying to keep the rest of the squad safe, but you are one of us. I’m sorry.”

Crosshair didn’t say anything, just stood up and walk toward Hunter. For a moment you thought he was going to punch him, but instead, Crosshair extended his hand to Hunter.

Hunter looked at Crosshair’s hand then his eyes, he reached out his hand to shake Crosshair’s.

“We need to leave fast, the structure could not hold much longer.” AZI chimed in.

***

All of you finally made it to the platform, for once the Kamino is sunny.

Omega stared at the Tipoca City, which was all destroyed. “It’s… all gone.”

You looked at that direction, the place all clones called home was all gone. The Batch and you took a few seconds to process this, to accept the fact.

“We should leave before Empire’s scouts show up.” Tech said.

“You coming with us?” Wrecker asked, looking at Crosshair.

“Yeah.” Crosshair said and took out a toothpick, putting it into his mouth.

Hunter nodded at him before walking to the ship with the others.

You still stood next to Crosshair, “You ready?” you asked.

“Yeah.” He gave you a little smile then intertwined his hand with yours, leading you to the Marauder.

You didn’t know what the future would be, but one thing was sure. Crosshair would be right beside you, always and forever.

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clonewarslover55 · 3 years

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congrats on sticking with the writing for a year! I love reading your stuff and can't wait to see what you put out in the future.

If your still taking requests can I have a bad batch x reader (you can pick which catcher it is) where they aren't together but like each other and have to pretend to be parents to omega to get out of trouble?

(I hope that makes sense. If it doesn't or it doesn't appeal to you, it's alright. I'm just a sucker for Star Wars Dads like the batch and Din😆)

Thanks!

Pretending to be Omega's parents with Hunter

Hunter X GenderNeutral!Reader

Thank you so much anon!! And yes, this makes perfect sense!! I really loved this request actually!

Notes: I chose Hunter because he is the main dad of the group! Also the reader is gender neutral!

Warnings: Spoilers for the Bad Batch, reader has known them for years so this fits together better(established relationship), Reader and Hunter have some mutual pinning going on ;)

You had worked with the Bad Batch throughout most of the Clone Wars, and they considered you a trustworthy assaset. Of course you were a low life like many others in the galaxy.

You worked odd jobs to make ends meet. From Bounty Hunter to smuggler, you had done it all. The Bad Batch loved you and all that you did, especially when you helped them on jobs or with their ship.

Once the war ended you were making good money off of many jobs, well until some certain clones came knocking on your door. You couldn’t say no to your boys, so you willingly welcomed them back into your life.

Now you were on the run with them; your future career in odd jobs possibly went down the drain now that the Empire was on your ass as well. But oh was it fun working with them again. Sadly Crosshair was left behind and now a slave to the Empire instead of the Republic. You’d miss the grouchy bastard. You’d help your boys get him back soon though.

Since the last time you saw them, the Bad Batch had also gained a new member. A sweet little blonde girl named Omega. She was absolutely adorable, and Hunter had clearly adopted her in his head. He’d do anything for that kid.

It was precious. And it only made your attraction to him grow.

You had always liked Hunter a bit more than the others…..In a different way as well. You believed the feeling was mutual. Well, you hoped it was.

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*The Havoc Marauder,(The Bad Batch’s ship), Space.*

Currently you are sitting in the ship, Omega sitting in your lap. You were telling her a story about some Bounty Job you had done a few years back. It was an incredible story, and of course you were the badass in it.

You exaggerated the story a bit, and Hunter clearly noticed. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, Hunter looking at you with a knowing smirk. You winked at him before turning your full attention back to Omega.

Her eyes were wide as she listened with great interest. Every now and then she’d interrupt you with a question. She was extremely curious, but still a sweetheart.

“We’re nearly there. The market town is rather large but we could still be noticed. The Empire clearly has a hold on the city.” Tech spoke, glancing at everyone in the ship. “The only way in is with disguises.”

You sat down Omega, “We’ll finish the story later.” You whispered, winking at the young girl. She grinned widely, winking back.

Wrecker laughed from the back, setting down the Gonk droid. “Yeah! Our armor does stand out huh?!” He punched Echo’s shoulder, Echo winching and glaring at his brother. You grinned at the boys.

“Oh I have an idea for Hunter and you.” Tech looked at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Tech knew you and Hunter had been pinning after one another for some time, neither of you making a move. So he’d make the move for you both.

You could nearly read their minds at this point. So you knew just what he had in mind. You glared at Tech, “Bastard.” You mouthed, Tech shrugging his shoulders. Hunter raised his eyebrows, glancing at you both.

“What?” Hunter asked, crossing his arms as he stood up from his seat.

“You two go in, wearing civilian clothes of course. Take Omega…..and pretend to be her parents. No one would have any idea who you are. You’d just be a couple out with their child, shopping the day away.” Hunter glanced at you, something alight in his dark eyes.

“I love this idea!!” Omega chirped, grinning widely at you and Hunter. “We’d be a good family!!” Tech and Echo smirked at you and Hunter. Wrecker looked as oblivious as Omega, but still just as happy.

You smiled nervously at Hunter who merely nodded his head. “Fine.” You spoke as you stood up, walking into the back to change your clothes. Hunter patted Tech’s shoulder as passed him, following you.

Tech grinned at the others once you and Hunter left the room. Omega even knew what was going on. A perfect plan to get you two to hook up!

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*The surface of the planet, the ship docks of the market town*

You walked off the ship, your hand holding Omega’s much smaller one. You, Omega, and Hunter were in similar civilian clothes, looking like an average couple with their daughter.

Echo followed with Tech, Wrecker staying on the ship as backup and as a guard. You grinned at their civilian clothes. Echo looked droid like and Tech was in some ugly outfit. Poor Tech looked uncomfortable while Hunter looked extremely comfortable.

“Alright. Separate ways, we grab what we need and bounce.” Hunter spoke, his firm voice making you pay great attention to him. You stared at his lips as he explained the plan.

“Everyone got it?” You nodded even though you hadn’t really listened…..His lips and handsome face were just that distracting. Tech and Echo left first, swiftly disappearing within the crowd of people.

“Alright then. Come on.” Hunter grabbed Omega’s free hand, leading you and her into the market town crowd.

You gently squeezed Omega's hand, “Have that list memorized sweetie?” You questioned, your voice sweet and dripping with honey. Omega grinned at the nickname, nodding eagerly. “Yup!” Hunter smiled back at his “daughter” and you, a soft look in his dark eyes.

About halfway through your little shopping spree Omega paused, looking at a toy cart. You smiled and pulled away from your “husband.” You led Omega to the cart, holding her tiny hand still. Hunter sighed, following you both.

She picked up a toy clone trooper, looking back at you and Hunter with puppy dog eyes. “How can I say no to that?!” You grinned, tossing the vendor the correct amount of credits.

“You spoil her.” Hunter spoke, putting his arm around you. You shrug, “So do you.” Hunter glared at you playfully, the vendor smiling at you both. “Perhaps.” Hunter spoke, leading you away by your waist; Omega followed, one hand holding Hunter’s and the other holding her new toy.

Once you two had all the goods you stopped, out of the way of the crowd of course. “We do make a decent couple don’t we?” You whispered quietly, Hunter’s face inches from yours so he could hear you.

Hunter nodded, Omega ignoring you both as she watched the crowd pass. “We should do this more often shouldn’t we?” He spoke, teasingly brushing his nose against yours. Your face got hot, a wide smile coming onto your face.

“Yes we should.” You whispered, your eyes flicking to his lips. Hunter smirked, finally connecting his lips with yours.

The wonderful kiss was interrupted by Omega screaming, “Ew!!! Tech! Echo! They’re kissing!!!!” You busted out laughing as she screamed over the comms. Hunter clearly died a little bit, hiding his face in your neck.

You laughed harder when you heard the laughing replies. “We’ll never live this down will we?” Hunter questioned. You shrugged, “I hope not.” You muttered, pressing your lips to his once again.

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neon-junkie · 3 years

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Heightened Senses

Summary: You and Tech have been secretly mingling for weeks, and you decide to try something risky by fucking late at night in the Marauder's cockpit. However, Hunter can't sleep due to sensing your interaction, and for some reason, he decides to investigate... Pairing: Tech x Reader x Hunter Reader Description: Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. This fic does not include any descriptions of her appearance. Word count: 3.4k Tags: Threesome, Oral (giving), Anal toys, Vaginal sex, Ball gags, Sub/Dom, Praise kink, Dirty talk, Creampie. Notes: i totally rushed this so sorry for any mistakes. im p certain the start is a mess, but it's done now lol

Tonight is another night where Hunter's kept awake due to his heightened senses, unable to find a comfortable position to sleep in, twisting and turning as he senses something sensual radiating throughout the ship. It's distant, coming from the cockpit, and a feeling in Hunter's gut informs him that he knows exactly what he'll find, if he goes searching for it.

His feet lightly hit the floor as he pushes himself out of bed, exiting his room with only his sweatpants on, and his hair tied up in a messy bun, free of his bandana. Everybody elses door is shut, minus yours, which is slightly ajar with no forms of life on the inside.

Quietly and cautiously, Hunter pushes your door open even more, confirming that you're not inside. Your room is in its usual state, with your bunk neatly made, showing that you haven't even stepped foot in here since this morning. Hunter knows that Tech's room is also empty, and it's not hard to put two and two together.

The batch has always assumed that you two have something going on, considering how often you're in each others company, but Hunter continues denying it for some unknown reason, despite all the signs that point towards it. Hunter's quite literally sensed the tension between you two before; he's felt the heavy vibrations running through the ships floor whenever Tech is slamming into you, and overheard whimpers and moans during all hours of the night. Curse his heightened senses, and curse them right now for keeping him up once more.

Hunter knows that you two are up in the cockpit getting up to mischief, hidden behind the thick, metal door, risking being caught by any of the Batchers. He slowly approaches the door, sensing the vibrating running through the ships floor as something is consistently being hit. No- someone, you?

Hunter places his hand on the cockpit's door, confirming that the thudding is coming from in there. It is, and he's certain that he overhears you groaning throughout it. A few short moments of silence appear, soon to be cut out as Hunter senses a new, quieter vibration, making him shudder.

You two are definitely going at it, but what exactly is going on in there? Was Tech... spanking you? That would explain those sharp, thudding sensations. But what's going on right now?

The knot in Hunter's stomach tightens, knowing that he shouldn't be peeping on either of you like this. However, with his heightened senses, it's hard not to be curious, especially when he can almost physically feel the pleasure that you two are enjoying, jealous of what he's deprived of.

"Hunter?" Tech's muffled voice calls out from behind the door. Hunter gasps, and debates turning around and sneaking away. However, he also feels the overwhelming urge to stay, and in his decision, his feet glue themselves to the floor. "Hunter, I know you're out there."

"I... thought I heard something," Hunter sheepishly white lies. He's not wrong, but he's definitely skipping out on a few important details. The knot in his stomach tightens even more, heat rising in his chest, and he almost feels like he's about to be sick, until Tech calls out again.

"Either come inside and lend me a hand, or stop lingering around our private matters."

Kriff. Was that really Tech talking? Hunter lets out a deep breath that he didn't realize he was holding, and before he can think things through, his fingers have already trailed up to open the cockpit's door.

The smell of sex hits him like a tidal wave as the cockpit door opens, causing Hunter to let out a few short breaths, eventually stabilizing himself. He steps inside, shutting the door behind him, and squints, uncertain of what he's seeing.

Both of you are on the floor, with Tech's on his knees behind you, fully sheathed, currently kneading your hips. The upper half of your body is resting on the pilots chair for support, hands attempting to grip onto the slippery, leather fabric. Tech pushes his goggles up his nose as his eyes meet Hunters, who looks away, staring at the floor instead.

"Up, cyar'ika. Let our Sergeant sit down," Tech orders you, and manhandles you into position. He pulls your arms behind your back, holding them there with one hand, and yanks you up off the chair, pressing your back to his chest.

Only now does Hunter realize that you have a bright red ball gag pressed between your lips, possibly in an attempt to keep the noise down. That vibrating sensation is still humming through the ships floor, and the source seems to be you. Hunter knows he'll find out what's happening in due time. Yet again, he pauses, but his feet decide for him, and Hunter slowly makes his way over to the pilots chair, taking a seat and swirling it to face Tech, as if the pair are about to have a casual conversation.

"I assume that your heightened senses lead you here?" Tech questions, still with you in his grasp.

"My what-? Oh, yeah. I could uh... I could sense that something was going on in here," Hunter shyly admits.

"What was it? The vibrations running throughout the ship? Or the smell of her slickness?" Tech boldly questions, and you let out a muffled whine at Tech's strong tone of voice.

Hunter gulps at Tech's found dominance, feeling inferior in this new setting. "The vibrations," Hunter states.

"I'm sorry that you caught us, Sergeant. You're welcome to punish cyar'ika for giving us away," Tech offers, and lets go of his grip on your wrists, causing you to fall forward and thankfully catch yourself on Hunter's knees.

You look up at Hunter with dark, blown pupils, a light layer of spit forming in the corners of your mouth, the bright red ball gag complimenting your features perfectly. Hunter groans at the sight, and goes to compliment you for your obedience, keeping your hands patiently on his knees until he gives his consent. Again, he freezes up, and that voice in the back of his head questions if he should be doing this.

However, it's clear that both you and Tech are open to Hunters involvement. You're eyeing him up like a Nexu waiting to pounce, eager to get your hands on the Sergeant, and Tech's tone of voice is deep and firm, something that Hunter's never heard before, but Tech has quite literally invited him to join in, so the choice is Hunter's.

Plus, the sight of Hunter's hardening length gives his arousal away, pressed against his blacks, causing you to groan at the sight. Hunter keeps one hand resting on the chairs arm, the other reaches forwards. Bare, calloused fingertips glide over your jawline, and Hunter softly smiles at the way you move into his touch. Hunter can feel those vibrations from earlier dancing beneath your skin, and he peers over your shoulder, finally locating the source.

There's a pretty, vibrating butt plug inside you, jittering away on a low setting. Hunter gawks at the sight, not just because it looks good, but because he's realizing that Tech really is full of surprises, as is you.

Hunter's eyes meet yours again, and he finally decides to accept his invitation. He smirks as he moves his fingertips up to your lips, gliding over them before settling on the ball gag. You groan and bat your lashes, silently asking Hunter to remove the accessory.

A trail of spit slides over your chin as Hunter removes the ball gag, letting it fall around your neck like a collar. "Mesh'la," Hunter groans, and wipes the pad of his thumb over your swollen bottom lip, groaning once more when you stick your tongue out, and wrap your lips around Hunter's thumb. You suck on his thick digit, keep your eyes locked onto his, demonstrating your skills before sliding off his thumb with a pop!

"Isn't she just?" Tech nods from behind you, running his bare hands along your sides, enjoying the feeling of your smooth, bare body. Tech's thrusts are still at a halt, cock twitching deep inside you, desperate to move again. He holds himself back, allowing Hunter to catch up on all the fun that he's missed out on, smirking to himself when your hands trail up Hunter's thighs to palm over his cock.

You moan at the sight of Hunter's cock springing free when you pull his blacks down to his thighs, drooling over the idea that you'll soon have two thick cocks inside you. Whilst lightly pumping Hunter's shaft, you swirl your tongue around the tip, slowly introducing yourself to his taste. Hunter lets out a choked moan when you unexpectedly begin sliding him into your mouth, the corners of your lips already feeling sore from his size.

Hunter finally speaks, and his voice is just as deep and chilling as Tech's. "You've trained her well," he comments.

Tech lets out a light, cocky chuckle. "I've found that rewarding her good behaviour works best, and on the rare occasion that she misbehaves, I punish her," Tech states, and slowly begins thrusting into you again. Using the control device that is always strapped to his wrist, Tech ups the vibrations for your plug, causing both you and Hunter to groan.

"Punish her how?" Hunter questions with shaky breaths, his eyes fixated on you, gawking at how well you're sucking his cock. Yet again, his heightened senses are threatening to make him cum early, but from the way Tech is acting, he'll probably order you to clean him up before going again. Hunter knows that he's going to sleep well tonight.

"Spanking, usually. Sometimes I'll have her go down on me for hours whilst I'm working," Tech states, shrugging it off as if this is a casual conversation. He lightly laughs as he remembers a recent event. "There was one occasion where she was extremely bratty, so I tied her up with a vibrating wand attached to her clit, and left her there whilst I went about my day."

You clench around Tech's length, remembering that specific event, and Tech acknowledges you by kneading your ass with one hand. His other hand settles on your lower back, the perfect position for his thumb to press on the plug, pushing it over and over, threatening to slip something bigger in.

"So, is that why she didn't come on that mission with us a few weeks back?" Hunter perks his ears up.

"That's exactly why," Tech confirms with a nod.

"Oh," Hunter sighs. "That explains why you brushed me off when I said you might have left something on in your room. I could feel the vibrations running through the ship. I thought it was one of your devices, not... a vibrator," Hunter explains, nervously scratching the back of his neck before settling it on your head. He doesn't push you down, nor pull at your hair, resting his hand there instead, acting as a presence.

"Would you like to know the state that I eventually found her in? Note that she was left alone for a few hours, bound and confined to my private quarters. Weren't you, cyar'ika?" Tech coos, acknowledging you once more. The way these two are speaking about you is causing you to shudder, conversing away as if you're not pressed between them, Tech thrusting into your pussy whilst Hunter leans back and enjoys you wrapping your lips around his length.

"Please," Hunter moans, and keeps his eyes glued to yours as Tech begins explaining the event in more detail.

"She had, of course, came multiple times, and her release had soaked my entire bunk, trailing over the edge and soaking the floor as well. I'm fortunate that I decided to remove my bedding before tying her up, leaving her with only a pillow to mewl on."

Hunter quickly grabs the base of his cock, squeezing in an attempt to prevent himself from cumming. He succeeds, and you slip off his cock until he's ready again, working his length gently this time. "Kriff," Hunter sighs heavily, steadying himself out.

"There's more," Tech says with a soft laugh. "Most of her makeup was smudged due to tearing up from over-stimulation, and she passed out mere seconds after I returned and freed her from her restraints."

"Was that alright for you?" Hunter directs his question to you, a strong amount of concern in his voice, overshadowing his arousal.

You slip off Hunter's cock, and flash him a smile before peering over your shoulder, attempting to look at Tech. "Permission to speak, Sir?" you question, and you overhear Hunter groan at your obedience.

"Permission granted, cyar'ika," Tech approves.

With that same smile on your lips, you turn back to Hunter. "Sir was regularly checking in on me using his comm, and I had been bound in a way that if I needed to, I could free myself and turn the vibrator off. Sir takes my safety seriously, he plans these events out thoroughly."

"Huh?" Hunter lightly laughs, a smirk remaining on his lips. "Nice to see that you still use that brain of yours outside of missions."

"Of course, it's a habit," Tech shrugs, making eye contact with Hunter, before gazing down at you. "But you learnt to behave, didn't you?"

"Mhmm," you nod and hum around Hunter's cock.

Tech punishes you with a harsh slap on your ass before firmly ordering, "speak properly, cyar'ika."

You yelp around Hunter's cock at the spank, and pull off him quickly, softly pumping his length as you apologize. "Yes, Sir. I did," you nod, and Tech seems happy with your response.

Hunter is obviously surprised at Tech's firmness, but he's also making mental notes on the many ways that he can have you following orders in the future. You're less likely to do your own thing if you're sandwiched between Tech and Hunter, who are both ordering you in that deep, dominant tone of voice, bribing you with the thought of being smothered after the mission of over. Kriff, maybe he'll ask the others to get involved...

Hunter's deep thoughts are caught off guard as Tech ups the vibrations of your butt plug even more, causing you to groan loudly and press your forehead on Hunter's thigh, attempting to jerk his length. "Come here, mesh'la," Hunter sighs, gently urging you up off his thigh, guiding you to the tip of his cock. Your mouth falls open, and you allow Hunter to push your head down onto him, sucking him at an erratic and slightly lazy pace.

Content with how you're working him, and the added sensation of your plug vibrating throughout your entire body, Hunter returns to his conversation with Tech. "I wish I could have seen that," Hunter groans, and laughs as he comments, "that also explains why your room always smells like sex, Tech."

Tech laughs along with him. He knows that Hunter has been onto you two since you began mingling, and it's hard to keep things a secret, especially with Hunter's heightened senses. "Well, I did record it. I had a live feed set up so I could check in on her regularly. And like you've stated before, recording things is a hobby of mine," Tech smugly states.

"Maker, Tech, you've got to let me see that," Hunter begs, his eyes fixating on you again, attempting to picture you bound, squirming about on Tech's bunk, soaking his room, orgasm after orgasm.

"All in good time, Sergeant. Now, cyar'ika, let Hunter use your mouth however he sees fit," Tech orders both of you.

With a nod, you allow Hunter to take the lead. He firmly grasps your hair, his other hand resting on your shoulder, and begins bucking up into your mouth. Tech holds back for a while, watching over your shoulder as you choke and gag around Hunter's length, letting him use you. His thrusts aren't too hard, holding back due to his caring nature, and you're perfectly fine with that.

The more Hunter fucks your mouth, the more spit pushes from the corners of your lips, dribbling down Hunter's length, sliding over his balls. He's a grunting, sputtering mess above you, attempting to send you praise, but most of his babbling words are cut short.

Tech decides that it's time to chase his orgasm, and with both hands on your hips, he begins fucking into you again, sandwiching you perfectly between two desirably mutated clones. To Hunter's surprise, Tech's thrusts are harsher than his, causing you to be pushed forwards, gagging on Hunter's cock, but you don't pull off. You want to show your Sergeant just how capable you are, and he reads your message loud and clear, eventually tipping over the edge.

Hunter climaxes with a growl, his load spurting down your throat, holding your head steady as he rides his high. The second that Hunter slips his cock from your mouth, you peer over your shoulder, and with spit drooling down over your chin, and a wild look in your eyes, you ask Tech, "permission to cum, Sir?"

"Yes. Of course, cyar'ika," Tech nods, and beats you to it, dipping his hand between your legs to rub your clit. "You've been so good for us," Tech praises you. You rest your leg on Hunter's toned thigh, allowing him to comfort you by massaging his fingers in your hair as you finally orgasm.

Despite the others Batcher's being asleep in the back of the ship, you scream loud enough to possibly wake them, whimpering and panting on Hunter's lap as Tech continues rubbing your clit, over-stimulating you as always. He eventually frees himself up and pulls your hips back sharply, pulling you fully onto his length so he can cum deep inside you, moaning as heavily as Hunter was.

You're still mewling on Hunter's thigh as Tech slips out of you, pressing a button on his wrist control panel to stop the butt plug from vibrating. With heavy breaths, you slump back, sitting nude on the ships chilling floor. Tech somehow has the strength to get up and pull his sweatpants on, followed by exiting the cockpit, returning moments later with a blanket.

Tech bundles you up, kissing your temple in the process and whispering his praise. "You did such a good job, mesh'la. So good for Hunter and I," he coos.

Hunter has tucked himself away, still painting lightly in the pilots chair. He leans forward to place a kiss on your opposite temple, muttering his praise between kisses. "Tech's right. You were perfect," Hunter gently states.

"Let me get you cleaned up and ready for bed," Tech offers, helping you to your feet.

"Taking the lead again, are we, Tech?" Hunter says with a laugh, helping you up.

"I almost always take the lead in our private affairs, Sergeant, and after care is a crucial part that I quite enjoy," Tech explains, leading both of you out the cockpit, heading to the ships individual rooms.

Hunter decides that it's time to break off, leaving you to find comfort on Tech's bunk, but not before thanking you for tonight. Tech peels away, giving you some privacy, leaving you to talk to Hunter alone. "Tonight was good," you simply state. "I uh... wasn't expecting you to join us."

"Honestly, neither was I..." Hunter shrugs. "I always assumed that you and Tech were closed off, you know?"

"I always assumed that too, but I'm welcoming to whatever this is."

"Maybe you should speak more to Tech about it? I'd be happy to join you both again," Hunter confidently admits, smiling even more when he notices the glisten in your eyes.

"Oh?" you sigh. "I bet it's nice to relax and let someone else take the lead, huh?" you playfully punch his shoulder.

Hunter laughs whilst nodding, "yeah," he states. "Now go on, go and get some rest. You've earnt it."

Hunter, unknown to where his boundaries lie, places his hand on the back of your neck, and plants a soft kiss on your forehead. He says goodnight, and watches you head into Tech's room before turning heel and entering his own.

Tired, and still somewhat confused, Hunter slouches down on his bunk, his hands settling on his lap, running through tonight's wild turn of events. Eventually, Hunter begins stripping off for bed, content with what's happened, and eager to see that recording of you. Maybe Hunter can order Tech to hand the recording over tomorrow?

#swwriting #tbbwriting #heightened senses #tech x reader #hunter x reader #the bad batch #female reader #f!reader #star wars #bad batch tech #bad batch hunter #tech x hunter x reader #tbb tech x you #tbb hunter x you

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alwaysachorusgirl · 3 years

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Of Wolves and Witches

Pairing: Werewolf!Bishop Losa x Witch!Reader

Word Count: 3088

For: covers the monster square for @adarafaelbarba 's moodboard fall bingo

TW: violence and accidental death via a nightmare/flashback sequence, brief mentions of mental, emotion, and physical abuse, PTSD, and covering up a crime scene

Author's Notes: The Mayans Werewolf AU that no one asked for, but i wrote it anyway. It starts out dark, but ends with fluff, I promise. This is my first time writing for Bishop, so please go easy on me... a big thank you to @itsjustmyfantasyroom for letting me run this idea by her and reassuring me that it wasn't crazy, and for encouraging me to write it.

Tags: @madamsnape921; @prurientpuddlejumper; @thatesqcrush; @welcometothemxdhouse; @raulesparza4eva; @teamsladsandgents; @rosequcrtz

He stormed into your living room, rage storming in his eyes. His aura was a swirling void of red and black. He shouldn’t have been able to break the locks on your front door, he shouldn’t have been able to walk right through your magical wards, but here he was. You straightened your posture and stood your ground, determined to not let him see how terrified you were.

“How did you get in here?”

“Really?” He pulled a glowing amulet from out of his shirt. “Not that hard when you have a little help. Benefits of having hunters for friends.”

Your eyes went wide as you realized what you were looking at. It was an enchanted amulet, one strong enough to get through your warding. You could only hope that it wasn’t strong enough to dampen your powers.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he smirked. “I know what you are. Makes me a wonder what else you haven’t been telling me.”

“Alex, get out! I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if I have to.”

“You little bitch!” he spat back. “You think you can just break up me? You think you can just walk away?

“I can and I did. We’re done, Alex, it’s over. You don’t get to hurt me anymore. It’s not my fault that your fragile, insecure male ego can’t take a fucking hint.”

“Bitch, I’ll fucking hurt you whenever I fucking want to! And I don’t see your little biker friends here to protect you.…”

Then he charged, and suddenly you were on the ground with his hands around your throat.

“Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live!”

You could feel the murderous intent radiating off him, and put your hands on his chest, trying to push him off you, but then you felt the release of kinetic energy through your palms, and Alex was flying across the room. He hit the wall, and you prayed to whatever goddess was listening that the sickening crack you heard was just the drywall breaking behind him. But then his eyes rolled back in his head, and his head lolled to one side, at what could only be described as an “unhealthy looking” angle. His lower body twitched a few times before going limp. He hung there for a moment, suspended in the air, pinned to the wall by your invisible force. Still shaking in terror, you finally lowered your hands, and Alex’s lifeless body fell to the ground with a thud.

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“No!” you cried out, sitting bolt upright on your couch. You were covered in a cold sweat and your whole body was shaking. Your lungs gasped for air and your eyes darted around the room, searching for Alex, but he wasn’t there. You weren’t even in your old house anymore. You held your hand in your hands and took deep breaths. You were in your apartment, in Santo Padre, Alex was dead, and you were safe. The Saturday afternoon sun streamed in through the window, and the TV was still on, a marathon of Guy’s Grocery Games playing at a low volume.

“I must have fallen asleep,” you said softly to yourself, “it was only a nightmare.”

You grabbed your phone off the coffee table and checked the time. It was only 3:30, plenty of time to shower and freshen up before Bishop would pick you up at 6. You stood, and after checking your locks and wards, made your way to the bathroom.

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Despite your best efforts to push them down, the memories of what happened next came flooding back as you stood under the warm shower spray. You had been in shock, understandably so, but you were now exposed as a witch, and had to protect yourself. The logical side of your brain kicked in and you got to work. After verifying that Alex was dead, you had used your telekinetic abilities to rip the amulet off his neck. A quick examination verified that it had only been enchanted enough to allow Alex to breach your magical wards without getting zapped, but not enough to block your own powers. The enchantment was also crude and amateurish, probably done in haste by someone with limited knowledge of witchcraft. He had mentioned having hunters for friends, and you cursed yourself for not sensing that sooner. He hadn’t been one himself. You would have read that in his aura the moment you met him, but you also hadn’t sensed his dark side. The mentally and emotionally abusive and manipulative side, the one that turned violent during an argument when you had tried to call him out on his bullshit and break up with him the first time. You had ended up in the hospital, and when you confronted him the second time, you had friends with you to back you up. And after destroying the amulet, those were the friends you called on for help with your predicament.

The Blood Moon Motorcycle Club was a found family werewolf pack, led by Jack Reynard, a fearsome and intimidating Alpha. But Jack was fiercely protective of his friends and allies and didn’t hesitate to show up with four of his most trusted lieutenants when you called and tearfully explained your situation. They got to work cleaning up the scene and going through Alex’s phone and wallet. They found a business card for an elite and dangerous organization of hunters, and the contact’s name and number on the card matched up with one of the contacts in Alex’s phone. Jack told you to start packing your bags and to make sure that you included any magical artifacts that you had. You would spend the night at their clubhouse under round-the-clock security, and in the morning, they would get you out of town. Anything that couldn’t be packed that night would be shipped to you once you were settled elsewhere. They would dispose of the body; it wasn’t the first time they’d had to do so.

Jack had called Bishop Losa, president of the Mayans Motorcycle Club in Santo Padre, California. Jack and Bishop had served together in the Marines in their younger days, and the Mayans and the Blood Moons were allies as a result of that friendship. The Mayans were another found family werewolf pack and protected Santo Padre alongside the Galindo Pack. The town was a safe haven for all supernatural beings and the humans who lived there were none the wiser.

And now you had been here for six months. You worked in a bookshop owned by another a witch, Matilda, and lived in the apartment above it. In addition to the books, you also sold your homemade herbal teas and did Tarot card readings in the shop. 2-3 times a week you would bake cookies and muffins and sell those in the shop. Your teas were so popular that you now did tea making demonstrations on Saturday mornings. You were thriving but were still plagued by nightmares and PTSD and attended therapy once a week to help you work through your struggles.

And then there was Bishop. At first, the Mayan president and Alpha had been your friend and protector. You had been too traumatized to even think about pursuing a relationship, and so you both denied the unquestionable and inexplicable attraction. The more you got to know each other, the more you were drawn to each other. Two months ago, he finally made a move while the two of you had been outside getting some air at a party at the Mayans clubhouse, asking if he could kiss you. You’d been a couple ever since.

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You had just finished lacing up your boots when you heard the sound of a familiar motorcycle pull up to your building. You ran to the window and looked down to the street. You saw Bishop getting off his bike and removing his helmet. You exited your apartment and ran down the stairs, meeting him at the entrance at the side of the building. You threw your arms around his neck and kissed his lips. His arms encircled your waist and pulled you close.

“Hola Querida, you look beautiful.”

“Thanks, you’re not too bad, yourself, handsome.”

That got a chuckle from the Alpha. He removed one of his arms from around your back, revealing the bouquet of roses in his hand. “These are for you.”

“Bish, they’re gorgeous, thank you. You shouldn’t have.”

“And pass up the opportunity to surprise you? Not a chance.”

“Come on up. I’ll put these in water, grab a few things, then I’ll be ready to go.”

Bishop nodded and held onto your hand as he followed you up the stairs.

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You held onto Bishop as the two of you went speeding down the back roads, away from Santo Padre. You loved dates like this: just you and Bishop on the bike, heading somewhere unknown, away from all the stress and bullshit of the day-to-day. His torso felt warm, sturdy, and safe. You could feel the vibrations from bike rattling through your body as you watched the scenery fly by. You’d been on the road for at least half an hour now.

“Almost there, Querida,” Bishop called back. “You’re gonna love this spot, I promise.”

After a few more minutes he pulled off the road and the motorcycle slowed to a stop. Bishop turned off the engine and stored the keys in his pocket. You both got off and removed your helmets. You looked around at the small, wooded area and smiled, breathing in the fresh air.

“This is nice, babe.”

“Oh, this isn’t the spot, “he told you, unlatching the soft fleece blanket and cooler from the back of his bike. He handed you the blanket. He took the cooler in one hand and grabbed your free hand with his other, interlacing his fingers with yours. “It’s this way.”

You walked for a few minutes down a short path before finally arriving at a grassy clearing. The view was breathtaking. You could see everything from your elevated perched; Santo Padre, the valley, green leafy trees swaying in the breeze, fields of wildflowers. A sense of calm settled over you that you hadn’t felt in months. You didn’t jump when Bishop came up behind you and slid his arms around your mid-section, instead relaxing into his touch and leaning against his sturdy frame. Bishop softly kissed your shoulder.

“You okay, baby?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, “this is perfect, this place in perfect. The energy here is so peaceful, and so alive. I love it.”

“I’m glad. I was thinking we could eat dinner, watch the sunset? And wait until the stars come out…You can show me all the constellations?”

You turned and slid your arms around his neck, resting your forehead against his.

“You would have thought that you were such a romantic?”

“Just don’t tell anyone, okay? Gotta maintain my tough guy image, you know?”

“Mmm…your secret is safe with me.” You pecked his lips once, twice, three times, each kiss lasting a bit longer than the rest. When you finally pulled your head away you noticed that the blanket was laid out on the ground with cooler sitting on top.

“Come on,” said Bishop, directing you over to it. You both sat down, and Bishop opened the cooler and started setting out its contents: sandwiches from the local deli, fresh strawberries from the farmer’s market, giant cupcakes from the gourmet bakery, a bottle of beer for each of you, and bottled water. He popped the caps off the beer bottles and handed you one. “Cheers.”

The two of you sat and ate, completely at ease with each other, and the conversation flowed easily. Bishop told you about the day’s antics down at the scrapyard, and you told him about the business plan you and Matilda were working on to expand the bookshop into the empty café next door.

“The theory is, that having a space to sell food and drinks will drum up more business. I can sell my tea and baked goods and do my demonstrations there. We would obviously need to hire some extra people to help, but I think we can make it work. We can’t tear down the wall between the buildings and expand without the proper permits.”

“I’m sure the town will approve whatever permits you need. They’re not going to say to ‘no’ to something that will bring more business into Santo Padre.”

“Wow, you weren’t kidding about the sunsets,” you said, gazing at the red, orange, and purple hues of the evening sky. “How did you find this place?”

Bishop laid down on the blanket and you stretched out next him, placing your head on his chest.

“Me and the guys had just come back from a run,” he began, “Things didn’t go so well, and I was pissed, needed to blow off some steam so I just rode around for a while. Next thing I knew, I was here. I shifted, ran around for a while until my head was clear. I come back whenever I need to get away from everything.”

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze. “Thank you for bringing me here. I needed this.”

Bishop caressed your cheek with his fingers. “You’re welcome, Querida. I’ll bring you up here whenever you want.”

“Bish, can I ask you a personal question?”

“Of course, Querida, you can ask me anything,” he replied with a chuckle.

“Can I see you in your wolf form sometime? There’s no pressure, only if you want to…”

Bishop mulled the question over in his head. You had caught him off guard with the query. None of the women he’d ever been with had asked to see his wolf form, not even his ex-wife. These days, he only shifted when it was absolutely necessary. There were advantages to being an older and more experienced wolf. He could shift at will and didn’t have to worry about losing control. But what if you didn’t like what you saw? What if he scared you away? He’d never forgive himself if that happened. Your soft, sweet voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Bish, I’m sorry, forget I said anything- “

“No, it’s okay,” he kissed your forehead, “I just wasn’t expecting that question. I’ll do it if you want me to, but just be prepared, okay? I promise I won’t hurt you, but it might not be what you’re expecting.”

“I trust you completely, and I promise, I won’t be scared.” You looked at his aura and saw the hesitancy there. He was scared. “You’re not going to lose me.”

He cupped your face with his hand and his lips found purchase with yours. He had a way of kissing you that made your mind go blank and get lost in the moment, and you loved every minute of it. You kissed him back with equal fervor, hoping that somehow you were able to convey the trust and faith you had in him. The smile on his face when you broke away seemed to indicate that you’d been successful.

Bishop rose and walked a few feet away.

“What are you doing?” you asked, confused by his actions.

“Shifting is a lot easier without clothes on,” he replied with a wink, beginning to undress.

“I’ll close my eyes and give you some privacy then,” you giggled, shutting your eyes, but occasionally cracking one open to steal glimpses of his increasingly naked form; and damn if you didn’t like what you saw!

Bishop finished disrobing and crouched down on the soft grass. He breathed deeply and cleared his mind, focusing his intention. He felt his muscle start to ripple and his joints and bones shift. It didn’t hurt at his age; it was just slightly uncomfortable. All his senses sharpened. Body hair became fur, his hands and feet morphed into oversize paws with razor sharp claws. Even his teeth changed shaped, becoming longer and more pointed. A few moments later, he stretched and shook out his fur. He looked over towards you, still sitting there with your eyes closed, and cautiously padded toward you.

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You could hear the footfalls of his paws, and then felt his large wet nose nudging your arm. You opened your eyes and saw a massive wolf standing before you. His fur was brown and black, with specks of gray in various places. His legs were strong, and his paws appeared large enough to take out a person with one blow. But his eyes, his eyes were gentle, and you would know them anywhere.

“Oh, Bishop, you’re beautiful!”

He sat and cocked his head to one side, appearing confused.

“Yes, you heard me correctly. May I?” You held out your arms to him. Bishop bowed his head and leaned forward, allowing you to embrace him and bury your face in his fur. “Your fur is so soft!”

He put his head on your shoulder and let out a contented groan when your fingers began to massage the spot right between his ears. You giggled at that. “I take it you like that, huh?” Bishop lifted his head and licked your face in response, making you laugh even harder. You massaged his head for a little while longer before resting your forehead against his. “Thank you for letting me see you like this. I love you, Bishop.”

There was suddenly a very naked, human man in your arms. Bishop’s hands cupped your face, his eyes scanning it for any indication that he might have misheard you.

“Bish- “

“Say that again, Querida.”

“I said, I love you, Obispo Losa.”

Bishop pulled you into his lap and pressed his lips to yours, kissing you with more intensity and tenderness than he ever had before. Any doubts that you may have had about him not feeling the same quickly melted away. It went on for what felt like forever before the two of you had to pull away and come up for air.

“I love you, too, mi reina.”

You held onto one another like that for while before Bishop got dressed and rejoined you on the blanket. You spent the rest of the evening wrapped in each other’s arms and gazing at the night sky. And when a shooting star passed overhead, you made a wish that you could stay this way forever. No more looking over your shoulder, no more nightmares; just you and Bishop, ready to take on whatever the future might hold.

#adarafaelbarbaseptmeberbingo #bishop losa x reader #bishop losa #mayans #mayans mc #mayans fandom #mayans fanfic #bishop losa imagines #werewolf au #my writing

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seriowan · 2 years

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bang bang - one - the edge of a knife

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series rating: explicit 18+ chapter tags: language, blood, graphic injury series tags: eventual smut, multiple ships/tropes (enemies to lovers, fast burn, slow burn, mutual pining) word count: 5.2k pairings in this chapter: wrecker x f!oc, hunter x f!oc ⭒ series masterlist ⭒ next chapter

chapter theme song: reputation, joan jett & blackhearts wrecker & nova theme song: before i met you, cody fry

a/n: squint and you'll see my size kink, also if this chapter isn't any indication, i love wrecker so we're starting off strong with fluffy mutual pining before the character trauma and angst settles in :)

To put it bluntly, Nova didn't mean to steal the police speeder.

It was just there, parked outside the fruit stand, key still in the ignition, ripe for the taking.

No. No, she didn't mean to take it (even though she let out an excited giggle the second she heard the low rumble of the repulsorlifts). She didn't mean to sit on the seat and run her hands over the shiny silver handlebars or the newly upgraded rubber grips (which still had the utterly divine factory-fresh smell). She didn't mean to put her feet on altitude pedals and give her surroundings a quick scan. (Not for witnesses, you see, because, at this point, everyone was looking at her in confusion.) She didn't mean to turn towards the market stall where Kit was standing and yell rather loudly, "I'm gonna take this!"

Because no, she didn't mean to do that. At all.

Yet somehow, amidst all of the things that she didn't mean to do, Nova still managed to find herself soaring above the marketplace with sirens blaring in her ears and four police speeders high-tailing it down the market street

At first, it was fun - the feeling of giving in to impulse, of scratching that forbidden itch. Icy adrenaline pumped in her veins like grease in a well-oiled machine. Fingers trembled not out of fear but from the overwhelming thrill of cold winds biting into her cheeks.

It was this burdening need to feel the addictive adrenaline that gave Nova the impulse to steal. Sometimes it meant stealing small things off of risky people - a watch off of a shop owner or the ring from the bouncer outside the club. Other times, her impulse would drive her to steal credits, pets, and the (albeit, rare) speederbike.

But once Nova realized that maybe- just maybe- stealing the bike was somewhat of a mistake, the fun dissolved. Out went the thrill and in rushed the panic, drawing short breaths from her lips and a sheen layer of nervous sweat to her flushed face. The sirens became real, loud and painful in her ears. Flashing red and blue lights served as an ultimatum: fly fast or risk jail.

Then and only then did she regret taking the speederbike.

"Nova, where the bloody hell are you?"

The redhead let out a startled yelp at the sudden voice crackling from the piece in her ear canal.

"Kit!" She cried out, pressing a finger into her earpiece. "I made a mistake! I made- oh ferret- I MADE A MISTAKE! "

"Shit, really? I hadn't fuckin' noticed," the voice crackled angrily. "Sodding hells, I told Rip I couldn't leave you alone for five seconds!"

Nova's eyes lit up. "I stole a cop's speeder in five seconds!?"

"Focus, you git! Where are you?"

She caught sight of a street sign and hastily read the Aurebesh letters aloud.

"The plaza's right up the road. I'll be there in five. Try not to make this shit any worse than it already is-"

Kit's voice cut out just as a bright blue stun blast skimmed Nova's scalp, searing a few strands of orange hair. She spared a quick glance over her shoulder, immediately regretting it when she saw the four speeders spread out evenly like the tip of an arrow. Four angry human faces bled with determination as they inched closer and closer.

Nova thrust the handles forward and the bike accelerated with a protesting whine. Quick fingers reached into the bag slung across her chest, withdrawing a glowing blue orb.

She vigorously shook it, causing the shimmery content within to swirl and sizzle with heat. Hurling it towards the policemen, she parted her lips in a grin and shouted, "Choke on this, mudscuffers!"

A single second was all it took before the glowing blue bomb exploded with a deafening POP! Plumes of thick blue smoke burst in the air, coating the policemen and marketgoers in a thick layer of chalk-like powder. It shimmered in the air like specks of dust, sprouting a series of coughs and surprised yelps when the rotten-egg stench began to settle.

Nova briskly blew out of the smoke before she could become susceptible to the effects. Specks of blue stardust trickled from her clothes as she breezed into the plaza, maintaining the same momentum as she started to slide the bike through an opening in the crowd, scraping it against the concrete.

Screeching metal sent a hail of orange sparks as the speeder skid towards the center of the square, aiming to collide with the statue of Ord Mantell's prime minister.

With a steel grip on her satchel, Nova quickly leaped off the speeder and tumbled against the concrete. The wind was knocked out of her lungs as gravel bit into her palms and tore the fabric on her knees.

Ignoring the confused chatter now buzzing through the plaza and the strange stares from those who watched her jump, Nova pushed herself off of the ground, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Wide blue eyes snapped towards the market street at the sound of echoing sirens, swelling with pure delight when blue-powdered policemen emerged from the cloudy haze like chalk-painted ghosts.

They looked like absolute clowns and though Nova wanted to see more, there was no point in lingering. The moment they blew past her head, she disappeared, slipping into the crowd without a single trace - well, other than the smoldering speeder that had -now- fractured the statue into little pieces.

Nova moved like a fox in the tall grass, her shoulders hunched and her knees bent as she weaved around those who stared distractedly at the smoke billowing in the air. It helped that she looked like a proper beggar, sporting torn baggy trousers and a grease-spotted tank-top underneath a tattered hood. An impulsive outfit put together in two minutes, but one that didn't attract any wandering eyes or suspicious stares.

Adjusting her hood, she did her best to conceal every stray strand of frizzy orange hair, fearful that she would be recognized if she were to look up from the ground.

No one offered her a single glance as she weaseled her way to the outskirts of the plaza and slipped into a narrow alley unseen. The satisfied smile on her lips began to ebb as she briskly speed-walked down the long concrete corridor, her finger reaching up to press the earpiece in her ear.

"Kit?" She cringed when her voice was carried in an echo. "Kit, where are you? I'm in the-"

"-alley. I know."

Abandoning all hope of being quiet, Nova let out a surprised shriek, jumping out of her skin with a violent flinch while her hands instinctively flung to her face. Heaving breaths thundered out of her chest as she placed a hand over her heart and swiveled on her heel to glare at the Pantoran woman leaning against the wall.

"Dank Farrik! Y-You - ferret fodder! Don't scare me like that!" Nova fumed, exhaling a heavy breath. "Wow - holy ferret, I think I might pass out. I just avoided the farking police and now you're out here thinking it's funny to scare me while I almost emptied my exhaust port."

Kit kept her arms crossed over her chest, arching a brow. In the dim light from the adjacent apartments, she blended into the shadows in her black jumpsuit and tattered jacket. Curly raven hair was slicked back in a high ponytail, hanging down to her tailbone, adorned with braids and beads. The only dose of color, aside from the evidently blue skin, were the two yellow suns she wore for eyes.

The corner of her scarred lip was quirked in a small smirk, a mixture of amusement and satisfaction burning in her feline stare as she pushed herself off of the wall and approached Nova. The knife strapped on the side of her boot sang with each step.

"You're in deep shit, my friend," she drawled, patting Nova on the shoulder as if to bid her good luck.

Nova remained frozen in place while Kit continued down the alley. She swallowed nervously, blinking a few times before sucking in a sharp breath and scrambling after her. A red flush blossomed on her porcelain face as she exhaled through puffed cheeks, fingers nervously fiddling with the knots in her hair.

"Seriously?" She said, lips curled in a disappointed pout. "No, 'Nova are you okay?' or 'Awesome job avoiding jail!'"

"Only idiots expect a bloody pat on the back for gettin' out of messes they caused," deadpanned the Pantoran. She spared a brief glance over her shoulder, eyes assessing the shadows as she hummed, "Besides, coppers aren't the ones you should be worried about."

A nervous sweat broke on her forehead and Nova's heart pounded a bit faster. She chewed on her bottom lip, nibbling as her shaky fingers split, pried, and prodded the tangled strands.

The two sidestepped a small droid as they emerged out of the alley. It was almost comical - a towering Pantoran adorned in black, strolling down the street with a seemingly harmless ginger whose head barely reached the former's chin, wearing soft earth tones and innocent blue eyes. A brutish panther and a quick-footed fox.

"They're gonna have my farking mug on every jumbotron this time tomorrow," Nova moaned, miserably running her hands down her face. "And I'll bet they didn't even get my good side!"

Kit huffed a breathy chuckle, bobbing her head as if to say, That'll do it.

A faint beep echoed from the charcoal vambrace on her left arm. Nova froze so suddenly, the person behind her walked into her back, uttering a few curses in an unknown language before sidestepping and glaring at her.

Nova remained still, petrified by Kit's cruel smirk and the black-painted fingernail inching toward the blinking red button.

"Don't be cruel- Kit- no, no, no, don't answer-"

The button was pressed and Kit cleared her throat, singing in her rasped accent, "'ello, darling."

A brief, unnerving pause lingered where Nova swore her soul was about to skip out of her body before the voice crackled through the comm - dead serious and lacking any trace of humor.

"Nova stole another speeder, didn't she."

If Nova was an animal whose heads burrowed into the ground as a fight-or-flight response, she would have been faced down, ass up, head stuffed six feet in the concrete. Paralyzing fear had her in a chokehold, planting her feet so firm against the concrete, she may as well have sprouted roots.

And though she was paler than usual, sticky with nervous sweat, wide-eyed with pure shit-faced panic, she still managed a nervous giggle.

"Ah... s-sorry?"

"Hm."

Nova clapped her hands over her eyes, shoulders withering.

The cursed hum. She was so fucked.

"Before I lose my mind, care to share what you two are currently doing now that the entire police force in Ord Mantell is looking for you?"

"Thought we'd go for a stroll," Kit sang sarcastically. "Maybe get some grub-"

"No time for that. We're already in a tight spot as it is. Cid's not answering our call so we're heading to her parlor. We're waiting on you. Be at the ship in ten."

Kit arched a brow, placing a hand on her hip. "Who's 'we'?"

"Izz is with me. Blue decided to stay back at the ship - not that I blame him. Cid's gonna throw a fit when she sees we've come back unannounced. I wouldn't want to be there either when shiz hits the fan."

A disappointed sigh. "You know, you're 26, babes. You're allowed to say shit every once in a while. I'm tired of the second-hand embarrassment-"

Always the bad influence, Nova thought to herself with a faint chuckle as she turned on her heel leisurely wandered ahead.

She kicked a pebble into the street, hands swinging by her sides. Big eyes flickered across the street, taking in the neon signs and the towering concrete buildings. The familiar smell of smoke, fumes, and oily foods clung in the air - nostalgic smells sparked a dazed smile.

Man, she missed this place.

She could hear Kit's knife clinking against the metal on her boot as she caught up with just a few strides of her long legs. Irritation sat on her face as she muttered heatedly, "Let's get something to eat. I'm starving."

Nova knit her brows, lips drawn in a thin line. "Didn't Ripley say we need to go back now?"

"That she did," Kit said, shrugging carelessly. "And I've elected to ignore her. Now, you in the mood for Miki's? I miss that greasy rubbish."

Nova groaned but begrudgingly followed, walking alongside her friend with much quicker, shorter steps as she struggled to keep up. They weaved past the occasional pedestrian, periodically glancing over their shoulder. Every second spent out in the open was a continued risk.

Thankfully, their designation was just down the road - a small restaurant wedged between a booming club and a buzzing part's shop. The corridor to the entrance was so narrow, it would have been invisible were it not for the buzzing neon sign that flashed MIKI'S MOON DINER in green and blue.

Kit didn't hesitate to speed down the corridor and through the beaded threshold, leaving Nova outside to stare at the flashing sign. Nostalgia curled in her stomach, a painful but comforting warmth.

How long had it been? Two years? Three? It was hard to remember when the days passed by in a blur. Nova had been too distracted to keep track of the last time she walked underneath the neon sign. All she knew was that it was too long and she was well overdue for Miki's famous toe-curling, mouth-watering, too-sweet martinis.

With an excited smile on her face, she gripped the strap to her bag and took a step forward, only to freeze when a firm voice barked out from across the street.

"Hey, you! Civilian!"

Her head swiveled around in alarm, eyes widening in sudden panic at the sight of two officers in blue-powdered uniforms. They weren't calling out for her, but rather the girl behind her who coincidentally sported a similar outfit like Nova's.

"Oh, ferret," she whined under her breath, quickly darting into the crowded restaurant.

She stopped at the entrance, eyes scanning over the full booths and even fuller tables. Finding a blue-skinned woman shouldn't have been hard but with Miki's being exceptionally full, it took Nova a few heart-clenching seconds before she detected the Pantoran at the bar, chatting up the pretty Twi'lek barmaid.

Nova breezed down the steps, nearly tripping over her own feet as she made a b-line to the bar. She bumped into numerous people along the way but didn't bother apologizing. Her mind was on red alert, ringing with alarms and flashing signs that screamed DANGER!

Kit's head spun around on a swivel when Nova grasped her bicep and shook. Brows locked in irritation, she curled her lip in a scowl and was close to snapping, when she suddenly noticed the fear in Nova's eyes. It was as if every emotion washed away, leaving nothing but concern as Kit grabbed Nova's arms and instructed her to take a deep breath.

Nova's heaving chest slowly rose... fell... and just like that, she burst at the seams, breaking into a panicked ramble.

"We've got trouble- farking ferrets- we're so going to prison, and Rip is so going to kill us and I'm going to live in jail for the rest of my life and- oh no, who is going to take care of Marvin!"

Kit gripped Nova's biceps, shaking her shoulders as she said, "Get it together! Damn it, what is going on-"

Even past the blaring music, through the cacophony of restaurant chatter and sizzling food, Kit and Nova both caught the heavy footsteps echoing from the restaurant entrance, the spurs of standard-issue boots jingling with each firm, calculated step.

The two girls slowly craned their heads towards the door, watching with mixed expressions of fear and irritation as two big policemen strolled in the restaurant, thumbs hooked in their belts with cutting stares.

Nova spun around, skin pale, eyes wide and dazed with terror. She tapped her pastel pink nails against the glass, capturing the attention of the barmaid who forcibly looked away from the police.

"Since I'm about to get thrown in jail, I'll have your strongest."

Kit slowly and casually stood from the chair, laying a credit on the counter.

"No booze and we're not getting thrown in jail," she said firmly, her lip curling into a grin. "I have an idea."

"That's not assuring- hey!"

Kit squeezed Nova's wrist in a death-grip, dragging her away from the bar and towards the booths in the far back of the restaurant. If she was trying to be discreet, they were sincerely failing for Kit, lacking all grace and shame, plopped herself down in a crowded booth, forcefully seating Nova across from her.

A small oof! slipped past her lips as she bounced off the seat, bumping her shoulder into the hulking figure beside her. Her cheeks were already burning with embarrassment as she slowly craned her head, higher and higher, eyes widening with each inch of strained muscles and charcoal grey armor.

As if she wasn't already stunned enough by the pure amount of muscle on this man, his face was what took her breath away. The cherry on top of this perfect human being.

He looked so... kind. Even with the confused crease in his brows and the slight downward curve of his lips; with the marred side of his face and the mismatched copper and prosthetic eyes that curiously flickered across her dumbfounded expression, he didn't look threatening at all. Whether it was because he noticed her fear or just because of how small she appeared beside him, he didn't try to appear threatened or angry. He just looked... soft.

A striking juxtaposition to the size of his hands that looked big enough to palm her whole face.

Nova was lava, red and sizzling with mortification. Wide blue eyes watched as his lips parted, a blush warming his tanned skin as he stared and stared, unable to tear his eyes away.

"Uh..." He sounded lost, incapable of function as if caught in the same dilemma - an empty brain and a suddenly useless tongue.

Nova felt her cheeks flush again as she shakily tucked her hair behind her ears, her mouth falling open with another dazed ramble. If she could control it, she wouldn't have started droning on and on with words clipped together by panic.

Sadly, being a panicked rambler was a curse she'd have to live with.

"Sorry," she nervously chuckled, eyes still locked onto the giant's gentle stare. "W-We don't usually do this and I promise we're not weird -um- I-I'm sorry if we disturbed your lunch, we're just in some deep waters, and- oh this is awkward- you know, this wasn't really my idea - I just wanted to get out of here but you see-"

Nova squeaked and jerked in pain when Kit kicked her shin underneath the table. She glared at the Pantoran before finally realizing that there were two more people sitting beside the man she ogled.

A little girl sat beside the gentle giant, a similar set of honey-gold eyes flickering back and forth between Nova and Kit, squinting with scrutiny. She was cute- adorable, even. Nova couldn't help but smile and wiggle her fingers in a shy greeting.

Then there was the one in the corner. Now he was scary enough for Nova to start sweating. Aside from the tattooed skull on his face and the similar dark armor, he wasn't concerned or even confused. Instead, he was staring. Hard. Narrowed eyes darted between Kit and Nova, dissecting them down to the patterns of their breaths and the expressions in their eyes.

Nova didn't miss the way his eyes lingered just a second longer on Kit who sat with a somewhat teasing smirk.

"Mind telling us who you are?"

Oh, his voice.

Nova's knowing gaze flickered to Kit just as the Pantoran's brows shot up, tongue darting out to wet her lips. If she wasn't so nervous about the policemen in the room, she would have rolled her eyes. Leave it to Kit to find something sexy in the middle of a very awkward and uncomfortable situation - the tongue-lick was an obvious tell.

A familiar clinking noise faintly resounded from underneath the table and Nova tensed. She didn't have to look to know that a blaster was pointing at her and by the giant's suddenly missing hand, she guessed he had a similar weapon pointing diagonally at Kit.

Part of her felt really dumb that she hadn't already guessed them to be armed after seeing their armor. The faint burn marks, dents, and blaster singes should have turned them the other way.

Yet the look in Kit's eyes told Nova that this was no mistake.

Nova swallowed and cleared her throat, removing the attention from Kit before she put them in deeper waters.

"P-Please," the redhead said softly. "We need to hide from someone."

The man beside her furrowed his brows. He had to hunch his shoulders to lower his head, whispering as quietly as he could which, in truth, wasn't quiet at all.

"Hiding from who?"

Nova turned her head, shaky finger pointing towards the policemen that strolled across the floor, casually sweeping their heads left and right, occasionally pausing to ask questions.

"What'd you do?" He wasn't whispering anymore, now openly confused as he shifted his attention between Nova and the cop.

It was hard not to sound prideful as she murmured, "Stole a police speeder," but the little curl of her lips and creasing eyes gave away her satisfaction. Frankly, it was even harder to keep her brain from buffering all over again when the gentle giant's eyes widened and in an impressed tone, he hummed, "Really?"

Kit glared with disapproval at the confession. Raising her hand from underneath the table, she pulled out the blade previously concealed within her boot. Nova felt the man tense as the clinking sound returned. His eyes locked onto Kit, boldly daring her to make a move, void of all warmth that only seemed to trickle through when he'd look at Nova.

With a sly smile, Kit leaned over the table, stretching the knife over Skull-face's plate to stab a fruit cube. He remained stoic, eyes hardly even blinking as Kit leaned back in the booth and raised the knife to her lips. She pinched the cube between pearly white teeth, making a point of showcasing the sharp canines. The knife was gently set on the table as she chewed, yellow eyes shifting from Nova to the giant, the little girl, and back to the tattooed man.

She swallowed, darting her tongue out to lick a droplet of juice from her lip.

"Tell Big Bear to lower his blaster or I'll stab more than a cube of fruit."

Nova's eyes widened when Skull-face's jaw tightened, eyes burning into Kit's skull. He opened his mouth to speak but Nova swooped in, knowing that Kit would be lit like a fuse if he pushed the wrong button.

"Listen, we don't want any trouble-"

The smell of smoke made her freeze. Thudding boots approached the booth and Nova, too scared to look even though she knew who it was, stared directly at the table, refusing to raise her head even as she watched a human hand rest on the table.

"Evening, folks."

A crooked cop. She could tell by his voice - the rising and falling cadence in his tone, touched by a faint rasp and natural sarcasm. In their line of business, it was second nature to discern those who paid for information. After all, she'd gotten information from crooked cops before. This was no new card from the criminal deck.

Therin laid the difference between then and now. Then, Nova was with them, scheming plans and paying one another with unmarked credits. Now, she found herself on the opposite side of the loop, jail time hanging over her head like bait above a Rancor pit.

"Awfully quiet for a table of five," the human hummed when he received no response. His gaze flickered from face to face before landing on Nova.

"You happen to hear anything lately about a speeder thief? Sneaky bastard stole from a cop."

She didn't miss the spiteful bite at the end of his words. His bike was the one she stole, she was sure of it, and if that was true then he was the bigger idiot for leaving it unattended with the key in the ignition.

And now it was a pile of scraped metal with Nova's wonderful handiwork written all over the wreckage.

Surprisingly, it wasn't Kit who spoke, though her parted lips and narrowed eyes suggested she was ready to spit a bit of venom. It was the man beside her, the gentle giant, whose baritone voice rumbled in a low, warning tone.

"No. No thieves here."

Oh how wrong he was, but Nova wasn't going to correct him. She found it hard to really do anything now that she was paralyzed with fear. The cop was standing right there and though she dreadfully hoped she was wrong, Nova just knew that he sensed her panic, he smelled her fear.

The cop slowly smirked. He didn't appear affected by the fact that the man beside Nova was well over twice his size, nor did he see the knife suddenly missing from the tabletop.

Instead, he slowly smirked.

Before Nova could even react, his hands roughly gripped her hair, yanking her out of the stall and to the floor. The sudden crash caused a single blue bomb to roll out of her bag, across the floor, bumping right into the man's boot.

His eye twitched as he recognized the weapon.

"You're coming with me-"

"No, she's not!"

Kit shot to her feet and in a blue blur, grabbed a plate off the table, flinging it like a frisbee. The ceramic shattered against the officer's skull and he crumpled like a house of cards, howling in pain as blood trickled down his temple.

Nova reacted on impulse, moving through the chaos as if injected with a rush of adrenaline. She kicked herself off of the ground, snatching the blue orb and shoving it in her bag. She bounced off of her hands in a kickflip, rocking her head back to push her hair from her face. When her feet were firmly planted on the ground, she raised her leg and slammed her heel into the officer's nose, fracturing it with a gruesome crunch.

In what felt like a single minute, the two men in uniform that approached their table were reduced to two bleeding messes on the floor, howling in pain over a split skull and a broken nose.

Hyperaware of the attention on her, Nova spun around, a sheepish grin on her face as she looked at the stunned men and little girl. With a shy smile, she apologetically placed a few credits on the table, giggling nervously

"Sorry for-" A groan echoed from the ground and she cringed. "-that."

"It's no big deal," the gentle giant said, grinning from ear to ear.

And there it was again. That damned brain buffer that made Nova's thoughts disappear and her stomach twist and turn in fluttering knots. Were these the butterflies that she'd heard about? If so, they were absolutely ruthless.

The second she caught herself tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, lip clenched tightly between her teeth, Nova knew she had it bad.

"Nova!" Kit's voice bellowed from the doorway as she frantically waved her hands, gesturing wildly towards the door. "What the bloody hell are you waiting for! Let's go!"

She wasn't sure why she was waiting. Nova just wished for... more time. To do what, exactly? Even she didn't know. All she wanted was just a few more minutes, a couple more moments to ask the man's name or how he got his scar or why he was so nice to her-

No time. Not with Kit bellowing her name loud enough to rattle the walls.

Nova didn't want to look so glum but she couldn't seem to withhold the disappointed frown on her lips as she slipped her hood over her head, shaky fingers gripping the straps to her bag.

Bright blue eyes collided with molten honey, sending a shiver down Nova's back. Butterflies fluttered in protest at the thought of leaving yet she found the strength to swallow them down, darting her attention away as her voice came out in a hushed whisper.

"Bye."

One second she was there and the next, gone.

Outside, Nova sprinted as fast as her legs allowed her. The soles of her shoes kept a fast-paced rhythm, slamming into the concrete as she caught up to Kit. Her hood was blown back by the wind that billowed through her orange hair, cooling the heat in her cheeks as she heaved deep breaths.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed Kit reach into a pocket on her jumpsuit, uncovering a military-grade blade with a glowing orange edge.

"Whose is that?" Nova asked between breaths as she skirted around the corner, leaping over a small BB droid with a surprised yelp.

Dancing the blade between her fingers, Kit tested its weight and the feeling of the grip in her palm. She twirled it around her knuckles like a coin before it suddenly disappeared from her hand.

Whereas others would have believed it to be magic, Nova was far too familiar with sleight of hand to be fooled by the gesture. An empty sheath hid underneath Kit's sleeve, identical to the one she had within her own sweater.

"Stole it off of the tattooed one when he wasn't lookin'." Her yellow eyes flashed with devilish pride. "Reckon he noticed yet?"

Nova managed a breathy chuckle between puffs as the two women slid to a stop in front of their designated hangar. She hunched over, resting her hands on her knees as she sucked in deep gulps of air; Kit didn't seem too bothered over the fact that they had just sprinted for a mile straight.

"I'd be surprised if he isn't already looking for you," panted Nova, shaking her head side to side at the woozy sensation in her temples.

As if being hunted by a furious, broody, ever-serious, armor-wearing, six-foot man didn't sound so bad, Kit shrugged. Her yellow eyes glistened in the dark as she opened the hangar doors from her vambrace, heading for the entrance ramp of the silver light freighter.

"Doesn't sound so bad," she murmured, lip quirking.

Nova agreed with a giggle.

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a/n: if you haven't already figured it out, Kit has a British accent! Which one exactly? You decide! I imagine her voice to be relatively similar to Daisy Ridley but with a little more oomf to it. AND because I'm extra, here is a height comparison chart of nova, wrecker, hunter, omega, and kit

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fuck-goes-on · 3 years

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Honour

pairing/s: past din djarin x gn! reader because you’re dead

summary: din visits you after a long, long time and bringing grogu along to introduce him to you

warning/s: DECEASED READER (you’re dead, you’re gone, you’re nada), grief, mourning, angst, crying, big hurt but also big comfort, bittersweet, helmet removal, and you’re dead

note/s: somewhat a continuation and sequel to Creed!! this idea was on the whim, like i just thought WHAT IF- and now we’re here LOL this is uh third person omnipresent because i wanted to include what grogu was thinking and feeling KEK

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Why he came back, he didn't know. Or maybe he didn't want to know. Maybe he already knew but refused to acknowledge it.

As the Razor Crest descended from the sky and landed in a forest, there was a coo coming from behind him. He turned around to see Grogu tilting his head like he did whenever he was confused or questioning something. The kid was silently asking him why they were there with his big eyes, when his distress and upset was obvious.

Din sighed and stood up from the pilot's seat, reaching to carry Grogu up in his arms. His steps were heavier than usual with heart ache as they walked out of the ship. His ad'ika perked up and looked around in wonder, admiring the tall, green trees and the sunlight filtering through the leaves. It was beautiful to the child.

But not to Din.

Din brought him and his child back at the planet where he lost everything. The planet where he lost his life. The planet where he lost his soul. The planet where he lost his love. The planet where he lost his heart. The planet where he lost you.

Flashes of your smile went through his head each time he stepped on twigs and leaves. Flashes of those three fucking knives went through his head each time the light hit his eyes. Flashes of his arms holding your dead body went through his head as he slowly walked to your grave.

Grogu's ears drooped down as he felt his buir's hurt. He knew that his buir had dark memories on the pretty planet, knew that being there caused him to retreat into his self-loathing thoughts; He just didn't understand why. Why were they there? Why does his buir always put himself through pain and agony?

It all came to light as Din stopped in front of a mound of dirt covered in grass and wildflowers. Rocks stacked on rocks surrounded the mound and were weathered and aged with moss and cracks. Your name was still visible where it was carved into the largest rock at the top of the grave.

Din fell on his knees, clutching at Grogu so tightly that he squeaks loudly in surprise. His mind was racing with the days when you were the one who was beside him during his travels across the galaxy. When you were the one who made him smile so much the clan would think you were a sorcerer. When you were the one who soothed his nightmares and cries. When you were the one he took care of and the one who took care of him.

Not that he didn't love Grogu, maker above he loved his kid so much that he brought the womp rat with him to see you after so many years. Or, what he left of you.

Placing the kid down on the ground beside him, Din took a moment to just wallow in his hurt, to just let himself be overwhelmed with the negative emotions he pushed away and ignored ever since you passed. Back then, he would've surely lost his mind if he let your death suffocate him into his own demise, but now— Now he has his kid with him. His ad'ika that could have had another buir if you were still alive.

Grogu clawed at Din's cuisse, trying to get his attention as he climbed up on his lap. His buir didn't react, however, and that made him worried. He frantically scraped his claws on the shiny surface of buir's armour, the beskar strong enough that it didn't leave a single mark. When all he could feel was pain and heartbreak in the midst of emptiness, Grogu opened his mouth and wailed as loudly as he could.

Din snapped out of his spiralling thoughts and craddled Grogu back on his chest. His ad'ika whimpered sadly and scratched at his helmet, wanting to see his face. Removing his helmet was still a challenge to do, only having taken it off once and that was when— But he's slowly getting used to removing it for Grogu, for his clan of two.

As his buir bared his face for him to see, Grogu felt his usual smile of seeing his handsome father fall at the sight of his tears streaming down his cheeks. He raised his clawed hand to try and wipe the offending liquid away, and hopefully it would wipe away his buir's sadness too.

Din smiled weakly at his son's attempts at comforting him, at the touch of his son's hand. You would've loved him, he thinks to himself. You would've been a better parent than him, a hardened mandalorian bounty hunter, with your teasing and caring nature.

You would've.

Grogu complained out loud when he was placed down once more but quietened when Din looked at him. He pouted and fell on his butt, sitting with his back to his buir. A large, gloved hand rested on his head and stroked him lightly.

"Grogu..." Din said at last, smiling once more when his ad'ika swiveled his head towards him in response. Holding back his sniffles, he points to the rock that carried your name. "I'd like you to meet your other buir. My riduur."

The kid made a noise of confusion, turning to look at the mound and scrutinising it in his gaze. Blowing a raspberry, Grogu looked back at his buir unimpressed. He doesn't get it; How can he have another buir when he already has one?

"My ka'rta, my lover," The mandalorian gently explained, "They are clan even if they are gone." Din grimaced as his mind kindly reminded him of that fateful day you fell. He could see Grogu work it out in his little toddler brain, trying to understand what he said, if he could understand Din at all. But, soon, his son's eyes brightened and stared at the mound with a renewed light.

Din watched as Grogu shakily stood up on his little feet and walked closer to your grave. The womp rat tilted his head left and right, flexing his tiny hands before flopping face down on the ground. He sat up in concern for his child, almost picking the kid up to see if he was alright, but before he could, the kid wiggled his whole body vigorously. It didn't occur to him what Grogu was doing, and when it did, he almost goddamn broke down.

Grogu was hugging the mound of dirt, letting his face get buried in the patches of grass and wildflowers. His claws were flapping and hitting the ground like how he would hit Din when he's happy in his arms. He wiggled around for a moment until he found a comfortable place and curled up, cooing loudly.

The sight made Din crumble down and cry. Tears were uncontrollable as they cascaded down from his eyes. Feelings of happiness and sadness filled his whole being; Happy because Grogu accepted you as his buir so quickly after knowing who you were for a minute, but sad because you would never know his child— your child.

Laying down beside the grave, Din turned his body to face Grogu who was slowly drifting off into sleep. He wondered if his ad'ika could see his memories of you, if his ad'ika could somehow feel you. As he reached out to caress Grogu's back, it was almost easy to imagine you laying there on the grass with them, smiling brightly at both him and the kid and humming softly under your breath. It was almost easy to imagine you holding Grogu in your arms as you curled into Din's.

It was almost easy to imagine.

BONUS:

You murmured stories of your adventures with Din to the sleeping child on top of you, hovering your hands over his little body comfortingly. It surprised you when the child saw you, and more so when the child understood who you were. You turned your head to look at your husband, drinking in his aged but still handsome face. Reaching out to cradle his cheek in the palm of your hand, your soul hurting when you remembered you couldn't touch him.

You settled with just watching your lover fall asleep next to your son, next to you.

It was easy to imagine.

general taglist: @stillshelbs @pedroepascal @pedrocentric (oomf and kitty im tagging u because i want u to cry with me)

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knightprincess · 3 years

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Those Moments (The Bad Batch x Fem Reader)

Words: Just over 3k Summary: Moments with the Bad Batch from terrible singing to the embarrassing things. The moments they never let you forget. (May add more chapters if requested) Warning: Fluff and Humor ahead .... I think Note: Ask if you wanted to be tagged

Being paired with Clone Force 99 had been unexpected for both (Y/N) and the group to have named themselves the Bad Batch. At first (Y/N) wasn't overly sure about it, she was a Jedi after all, a Knight of the order who had no problems working alone, but working in a team wasn't something she had been thrilled about. She worked best alone but had been given orders to join the Bad Batch. Hunter had been welcoming to the idea although initially unsure, especially when he knew he would have to hand over the reigns, Tech had voiced it would be a good opportunity for all of them to learn and grow, where as Wrecker had just being excited about it. Crosshair, the man of few words on the other hand hadn't been so welcoming to the idea, often being cold and throwing snarky insults and comments (Y/N)'s way, almost surprised when she had responded back, fearless to his glare, instead stubborn and accepting his silent challenge.

Yet their had been times over the years since being paired together, they refused to let her forget. Echo had learnt all about them when he had joined, although only after he himself had caused a little incident by accident. Just like always Tech had recorded it, for safe keeping as he always reasoned. Never once did he admit to watching them during the nights when sleep eluded him. Just as Crosshair would never admit he would often chuckle to himself when remembering the times of sheer unexpected mayhem always in a playful way. Even (Y/N) would laugh when the memories come up. As it reminded her of the family like unit and how each of them had come to accept her as she had accepted them.

Wrecker Wrecker had been the first of the Bad Batch to cause one of the moments or at least experience one of them. (Y/N) had believed she was alone on the ship, having stayed behind on the Havoc Marauder due an nasty injury sustained when the Endurance had been destroyed during the prior mission. Wrecker had returned to the ship, he quickly noticed (Y/N) wasn't on the sleeping rack she'd been placed on by Crosshair. Instead the curtains were open and the rack had been folded back to its ordinary position.

He'd began to worry so searched the areas of the ship, he knew (Y/N) liked to go, the rear gun, the storage beneath the ship and above. Behind the stack of mental containers Crosshair sometimes hid, yet his concern and search had been interrupted by a loud break of wind coming from the cockpit. Within seconds Wrecker had broken out in uncontrollable laughter, alerting (Y/N) to his presence aboard the ship. The doors sliding open moments later to reveal a mortified (Y/N), her cheeks turning several shades of red with embarrassment, her eyes growing larger as the situation dawned on her, her hands finding their way to her face in her effort to disappear from the entire situation.

Wrecker on the other hand continued to laugh, seeing (Y/N) only added to it. He'd heard his brothers break wind on several occasions, none of them ever beat him for it though although Hunter had surprisingly come close to it. Yet this incident had somehow gotten Wrecker to see passed the lady persona he had painted the Jedi with, he'd always seen her as sweet and innocent until that point.

His brothers had returned moments later, only to find Wrecker on the floor outside the cockpit, holding his sides, as he laughed. Red faced with tears streaming down his cheeks as he attempted to catch his breath. (Y/N) on the other hand still looked like she wanted to disappear, holding a holopad in front of her, looking down with intent at it, as if it held the answer to her quest to turn invisible. It took a while for the boys to get to the bottom of what was going on. Wrecker not helping by wheezing and laughing whenever he attempted to explain it, where as (Y/N) had apparently developed selected deafness.

Although she could look back and laugh at it now, she had been embarrassed by it for months. Wrecker could never bring himself to explain what happened, although he would chuckle about it every now and again. Quickly calling it a bounding moment, when the rest did find out they soon joined in with the laughter. Tech explaining it was a natural bodily function, nothing at all to be embarrassed about, Crosshair had cracked a rare grin with Hunter attempting to hold back his laughter while complaining he missed such an event. Echo had chuckled for a while upon being told the story, especially with Wrecker's reaction to burst in to laughter whenever he heard it.

Hunter (Y/N) was known for being clumsy. If there was something to trip over, it was almost a guarantee she would be the one to do so. She could rival Rex with the talent of falling over. Many times had Kix recorded the events, commenting about it on several occasions although still saying Rex held the title of most epic fails. To say the Batch knew about the talent was an understatement. They'd heard about it before but never really took it seriously, after all (Y/N) was brilliant on the battlefield, precise, fierce and graceful all at the same time. Instead they took the stories of her clumsiness as just that, stories.

That was until Hunter experienced it first hand.

The batch had stopped at a refuel station not to far from their assigned location, it was quiet, hidden in an asteroid field so not many knew of it. What looked to be an old base of some sort was hidden in the cliff face, although nothing could be distinguished as to what the base was actually for or had been used for, not even Tech could find that answer. (Y/N) had been walking around the ship, close to where Hunter stood watching the distance, his helmet on, hiding any expression that would have otherwise been visible. Tech was in the cockpit of the Marauder, with Crosshair on the roof of the ship and Wrecker around the opposite side.

Without warning (Y/N) had tripped over something, stumbling forward before smacking into the side of the ship, falling backwards moments later in a daze and slight shock from the incident. Crosshair had turned his attention to her upon hearing the impact, as Hunter turned and went over to her, both quickly figuring what had happened. Without hesitation Hunter checked on her, pulling her to her feet moments later, checking her over moments later, chuckling slightly when (Y/N) made a comments about the impromptu meeting with the side of the ship, another comment about the side of the ship being up to standard.

He soon walked with her around to the ramp of the ship, noticing she was limping from the collision with the side of the ship. The pair just reaching it when (Y/N) tripped over something else, this time tumbling over and taking Hunter down with her, the Sargent being shocked by what happened and thankful for his helmet, especially when he would have face planted the rocky ground. Reality hitting them both when Crosshair could be heard chuckling from above, with Wrecker doing a similar thing from the top of the ramp where he'd been sat.

(Y/N) apologizing as she helped Hunter back to his feet, not even noticing the scraps on her forearms, instead putting her attention on Hunter. Ever since that day Hunter kept a tally onboard the Marauder, adding another strike whenever (Y/N) tripped or fell over something. Echo adding to it when Hunter forgets, just to make sure its up to date. Tech on the other hand, never mentioned he got clumsy moment on camera and watches it during the quiet moments, the video never failing to bring a chuckle from him or get him to smile. He also wouldn't admit he watches the video's of all (Y/N)'s fails, finding it gives her another dynamic besides just be a supposedly perfect Jedi.

Tech The incident with Tech, wasn't actually on (Y/N) but rather on Tech. It being a quiet day on the Marauder, Hunter was in his normal place, spinning the vibroblade as he would do when he was bored. Echo with Tech in the cockpit talking away about a random topic, Crosshair on the other hand sat on the seats opposite Hunter, cleaning his rifle. (Y/N) on the other hand, had taken to the refresher. The last mission being a mess one to say the least, (Y/N)'s clumsiness not doing her any favors.

On this occasion Tech had forgotten (Y/N) was in the refresher, walking along and opening the door as (Y/N) had likely forgotten to lock it again. Crosshair had spoke up in protest as Tech pressed the button on the door, although his words had been drowned out by the surprised scream to escape from the refresher. Tech's cheeks got redder by the second and his honey eyes got wider, his hands shaking as he reached for the button to close the door. The image of (Y/N) quickly covering herself with a towel, all while screaming for him to get out.

Hunter and Crosshair both chuckling to themselves as Wrecker come from the rear gun hold, seemingly confused about what was going on. Seeing two of his brothers laughing to no end, the other coming from the cockpit to investigate the screaming, Tech on the other hand sliding down the now closed refresher door, his legs suddenly weakening at the knees to the point they were unable to support of his weight, by now he had gone deathly pale, his honey eyes still wide in shock.

Tech soon fell backwards through the door when it opened, (Y/N) quickly stepping back when he tumbled through the door, almost surprised by it. Yet soon lent down to help him up and check he was okay with how pale he had become. The laughter soon alerted her to the situation, as it finally dawned on her, her reaction had likely caused the sudden shell shock. It wasn't very often she screamed bloody murder least of all at Tech. Wrecker and Crosshair were normally on the receiving end. Every time Echo found it funny.

Tech would always knock on the refresher door after that, and he'd be sure to remind others if (Y/N) wasn't anywhere to be seen. Although he still laughed about it, reminding (Y/N) about it, when the sleepless night caught them both.

Echo Oiling cybernetic limbs was a must for Echo. At least twice a day, once in the morning and again at night. More often than not he'd do it during the crazy moments when Tech was flying in some fantastical way. As he was doing this time, some tight escape from the latest mission, Wrecker in the rear gun, Crosshair opposite Echo clearing his rifle as if nothing was happening, a normal routine. Hunter in the cockpit with Tech, acting as the co-pilot. (Y/N) on the other hand sat on the chair near to Crosshair and Echo, seemingly minding her own business.

None of them aware of the oil spillage on the floor during on of Tech's spectacular maneuver. Tech soon called for (Y/N), knowing she was the only one small enough to reach something, (Y/N) jumped up at her name being called, heading to the cockpit, as she would normally do, curiosity sparkling in her eyes, as she did so. A bright smile on her lips. At the same time Crosshair had gotten up to stretch, finding his own joints had seized up from the awkward position he'd been sat in.

It had all happened so quickly, (Y/N) had stepped on the puddle of oil, her feet going every which way in a wild manner as she attempted to regain her lost balance. Crosshair having stepped onto the puddle moments later, flying backwards in a epic way, arms and legs flying everywhere. In his haste he had grabbed on to (Y/N), pulling her down with him. Echo had been confused at first, although soon realized and asked if they were okay, chuckling upon getting the confirmation they were. (Y/N) had nodded with Crosshair throwing his normal glare, almost giving up on getting back to his feet, commenting the floor was no longer stable enough.

Hunter had been the one to investigate the noise of several crashes and swearing, only to find Echo and (Y/N) laughing, the latter on the floor with Crosshair. The sniper himself grinning as if trying to hold back laughter, staring straight up at the ceiling, his arms still wrapped around (Y/N) from where he'd tried to cushion her fall with his own armored body.

A comment escaping Crosshair about the two having to stop meeting like that. Echo commenting it looked fun, with Wrecker complaining he'd missed something else, as well as missed his target from the screams and swearing. Tech throwing the comment he'd successfully recorded that as well as congratulating Echo on the happy accident, he caused. Where as Hunter shook his head, no stranger to the antics of his brothers and (Y/N), knowing Echo would likely see it as revenge considering he'd been on the receiving end of pranks from (Y/N) since he'd joined the batch.

"Consider us even" commented Echo with a grin, implying he'd done it on purpose with Crosshair being caught an added bonus.

Crosshair To say (Y/N) and Crosshair had a prank war going was the understatement. Anything that could be imagined into existence had pretty much happened. Switching armor and robes out for something else, voice changers, whoopy cushions, videos, smoke and stink bombs, the occasional air horn, you name it, it had been used. The odd occasion it had caught another unintended target, normally Wrecker whom had mindlessly walked into the war zone. His face always a picture.

The pair of (Y/N) and Crosshair always trading comments when their prank war was on hold. Crosshair always comparing the height difference, with (Y/N) always retorting with something else. The two also giving each other nicknames. With Crosshair being nicknamed the "angry toothpick" and (Y/N) gaining the nickname of "firecracker" in a mocking way. Crosshair would always call her by the name even when the prank war was on a temporary hold. All the moments were Crosshair's favorite. But if he had to choose, his favorite was when (Y/N) had somehow managed to swap out his rifle for a realistic replica, except it was a bubble blasted, although she had thankful switched them after the mission. He'd been none the wiser while cleaning, even with his keen eye. Only when he noticed the scope was off, did he realize it was a bubble blaster, something he happily used on Echo after the oil spill incident and Wrecker for the hell of it.

(Y/N) had woke the entire ship up that night with her next prank which had caught the unsuspecting Tech. (Y/N) having tapped an air horn to the refresher door, cleverly putting it where the lock button was. So when Tech had locked the door he'd set the horn off. Waking everyone including herself up. The rest of the boys had found little surprises waiting for them. Hunter's bandanna had been swapped out for something far more sparkly and floral to what he normal had, in the place of Wrecker's plastoid armor was a bunny onzie, complete with the fluffy tail. Tech's goggles had been adjusted to include a pair of cat ears, he escaped most of the havoc due to the air horn. Echo found every whoopy cushion around the Marauder, seemingly becoming a magnet to them. Where as Crosshair found the paint hidden in different areas, the same paint Hunter, Echo and Tech had avoided. To say Crosshair was several different colors by the end of it was an understatement

He'd promised revenge, something he went through with a week later. Swapping (Y/N)'s Jedi robes with a sexy little outfit he knew she would hate with a vengeance. While also swapping her favorite blanket for a fluffy pink thing. The outfit being a barely there nurses outfit. consisting on a skirt that barely covered anything, a small bikini top and a little hat with white thigh high stockings. He'd taken it upon himself to hide her normal robes, leaving her with no choice but to wear the outfit laid out for her.

(Y/N) had hidden by the metal crates most of the day, refusing to come out in the outfit despite encouragement. Crosshair had offered the pink fluffy blanket but found himself almost terrified by her response with a deadly glare. He eventually carried her from behind the crates, deeming she needed food and drink, something Tech backed up, although he did need to recruit Wrecker's help to move the crates. Crosshair had made the comment of liking her more in the outfit, receiving a punch to the arm in response. His only response was to chuckle knowing she would sulk about it until she could return to her normal robes. It was no secret she hated dressing up in little outfits, even if certain missions required her to do so.

"Its a good job none of you got injured. My bedside manners would be terrible" commented (Y/N) when placed on Crosshair's bunk, arms crossed over her chest as she scooted over to the far corner, if only so he could join her. His efforts at an apology was to watch holo-films together.

"Princess your bedside manners wouldn't matter when your dressed like" Crosshair would respond, chuckling when (Y/N) stuck her tongue out at him. The two quieting down shortly after to watch a film. Chuckling when Echo found another whoopy cushion and Wrecker burst out laughing because of it. Tech's question of whom had "reorganized" his holopad also ringing out as Hunter finally found a bucket of ice water hidden above something. His swearing ringing out moments later along with the yelled names of both Crosshair and (Y/N).

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