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Part Five of the Signs of a Lifetime Series
Pairing: Din Djarin x OC / fem!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 8.2k
Warnings/Tags: smut!!, language, fluff, hurt/comfort, very quick mention of a needle (no descriptive language surrounding needles)
A/N: i am so proud of this chapter!!! pleaaaase read and enjoy the heck out of it, and show some love on AO3 if you are on there ♡
ALSO I got some art commissioned from super talented TobioFish on twitter of Alya and Mando - scroll to the bottom for the reveal, it’s so good!
Chapter Summary:
Alya’s nightmare prompts her to reach out to Mando via communicator, and they can’t seem to stop calling each other afterwards. Mando invites Alya to meet him for a surprise, where they experience a special celebration and some deeper bonding.
It always went the same way each time - bright lights, voices echoing everywhere, endless confusion and desperation. The familiar voices condemning her, coming from every direction. They needed to cut it out of her, needed to make sure of it, she would become nothing, not even a threat, not even a thought in their mind. The voices said everything she’d ever heard from them all at once, piling on top of each other in this echoing blank void.
Suddenly, she was in her old bedroom, standing directly in the center. A familiar place, but it had been so long since she’s seen this ornate little bed, the window that overlooked the back of the house, so nobody could see her in here from the outside. The room has no personality, nothing truly hers - all selected carefully by someone other than her. She regained her bearings, making her way to the hallway outside the bedroom, and as she passed the mirror hanging on the wall, there’s nobody there to reflect back at her, nothing to see. The house was too quiet, an eerie, heavy feeling hanging in the air, so she called out as she walked along the long hallway which seemed to stretch on endlessly. A figure appeared with a shadowed face but a familiar voice.
“There you are, we’ve been looking for you,” the voice said sweetly, but slightly distorted. Her brother, she realized.
Alya was unsure if she could even speak, her mouth felt stuck shut - she tried to make noise, but nothing came out. She followed the figure, a feeling in her saying they’re to be trusted, they’ve never given her a reason not to trust them. An end to this previously endless hallway that wasn’t there before suddenly appeared, with a glowing doorway. The light from around the doorframe cast long, spindly shadows down the hall, and Alya could feel the fear building inside of her. The figure who seemed to be her brother ushered her into the door hastily, looking around nervously. There were four figures waiting for them, but only two had familiar faces - her father, her mother, and two unknown doctors. The sight of them immediately sent her reeling, deep panic rising up in her chest, her throat, her head, Maker, it’s everywhere. All she knew was to go, go, go, get out of there now. She started to turn, but two more people came from behind her, restraining her. She thrashed, kicked, her body desperate to get away. Alya’s voice came back in a scream that seemed to be able to break glass, even shatter the world around her, but nothing happened. She was being held too tightly and knew there was nothing more she could do, this was going to happen and her stomach felt like it was bottoming out now with the realization.
“You know we need to do this,” her father said, his eyes now black pools of hatred and malice as he turned to her. She tried to scream, to tell him anything, to plead, but her voice was lost again as she saw the needle coming for her neck.
Her own screaming and thrashing woke her.
Alya shot straight up in bed, clutching her chest. She gasped for air for a few moments, getting her bearings and feeling the familiar relief of the nightmare ending as it washed over her. The relief was quickly replaced by a deep sadness and horror at living through that experience again, even if just in her sleep. With a sudden wave of nausea, she quickly ran for her refresher, vomiting up everything she had in her, then was left continuing to heave over the toilet with nothing else able to come up. Alya’s gasping breaths turned into sobs before she even realized it, and she sat slumped on the floor with her head in her hands, feeling the drying sweat coating every bit of her body as tears poured out of her. This nightmare used to be a regular occurrence for her, but it had been changed, replaced over time with different dreams - none that made her feel quite like this one. She felt so broken and alone, unable to calm herself down after being blindsided by this nightmare that hadn’t shown up in over a year. Everything in her was urging her to reach for her communicator, to do the one thing she knew could help her right now. She crawled back over to her bed, where a line for her communicator sat on the wall, and she was barely able to reach up and grab it before falling back onto the ground, propping herself up against the wall of her ship, breathing heavily from the effort in her now frail state.
“M-Mando…” Alya quietly choked out, clutching the communicator with shaking hands like it was her only lifeline. There was silence on the other end - he could be anywhere off ship, asleep, not caring to answer her. The lump in her throat grew with her disappointment. “P-please,” she cried desperately, giving it one last effort.
“Alya? What is it? Are you okay?” Mando’s voice came through the speaker urgently a second later. She could tell she’d worried him, and now felt completely ridiculous for even bothering - what could he possibly do for her in a situation like this?
“No- no I’m o-okay. Sorry it was s-stupid,” She knew her shaking voice gave her away and she silently willed it to stop. It was a spontaneous decision borne out of emotion to reach out to him and she immediately regretted it, but she didn’t know what else to do with the vast loneliness the nightmare had left aching in her.
“You’re not okay,” he replied quickly, “Tell me what’s going on.”
“N-nightmares. I haven’t h-had this one in s-so long…” Alya took a deep, unsteady breath, continuing to try to calm her body and stop the shaking. It gradually started to dissipate knowing someone was on the other end of this communicator - not just anyone, but Mando.
“You’re awake now, you’re with me,” his voice came through, soothing and calm. Alya simply listened to him with her eyes squeezed shut, and took in the familiar voice of one of the only people she cared about, letting it try to settle her frazzled nerves. He spilled soothing platitudes for an amount of time lost on Alya in her currently disoriented state - telling her over and over that she’s alright and that it wasn’t real.
“Fuck,” Alya said with relief as she realized that the shaking and tears had mostly stopped, and she felt in control of her body once again.
“Ah, there she is,” Mando said sarcastically but kindly on the other end. Alya let out a weak chuckle in response, feeling drained. “Feeling any better?” he asked.
“I think so.” She rubbed her eyes and then slid her hands down her face, wiping off the residue of tears that was beginning to dry on her cheeks.
“I’m not going anywhere, so take your time.” Alya could have started crying all over again at his words - how could she deserve this level of care and patience from anyone?
“I don’t want to hold you up,” she said half heartedly. She was letting the worry that she had win over what she really wanted, which was for him to stay with her, to keep whispering his sweet words as she fell back asleep.
“I said what I said. I’m not going anywhere,” he replied, more firm in his tone this time. Alya nodded, still trying to accept his willingness to do this for her. “Do you want to talk about the nightmare or…?”
“No… it’s hard to… I’d rather talk about anything else. Just talk to me about something… tell me about your craziest bounty.”
“Okay,” he chuckled a little bit. “I was on Jakku chasing this quarry, she was getting to be a real pain. She was fast, knew what she was doing, but I had her cornered at this point running up to a cliff. Then she just.. jumped off of the edge. She’d somehow arranged for a… somebody, to pull up under there on their ship and catch her when she jumped. I was… not happy.”
“No fucking way,” Alya laughed a little. “I think ‘not happy’ is probably an understatement?”
“Yes…” Mando trailed off. “Don’t you want to know what happened next?”
“I already do. You caught up with her,” Alya stated like it was the most obvious thing in the galaxy.
“What makes you so sure?“ Mando sounded surprised at her confidence.
“Come on, there’s no way you’d let them get away from you, even if it took you a while to find her again.”
“Hmph,” Mando breathed out through the communicator, seeming impressed by her ability to read him so easily. “Not even a day later, I found the asshole.”
“Nothing gets by you, Mando.” Alya shook her head at the skill of her fellow bounty hunter.
“What about you?” Mando asked her.
Alya searched her scrambled, tired brain for a story - she had plenty of adventures she could recount from her years doing this kind of work, but nothing quite like her quarry jumping off of a cliff right in front of her.
“I’ve got nothing to match that, but getting felt up in an alleyway on the job is up there with my crazy stories.” Alya hoped that her small, tired smirk was being matched by Mando on his end.
“Now that sounds familiar. Must have been someone I knew,” Mando teased.
“Oh, so he has jokes now? I can’t believe it, coming from the mighty Mandalorian warrior.” Alya cracked a much needed smile at his teasing her.
“I’ve always had jokes,” he retorted, sounding mildly offended.
“We both know I’m the funnier one here,” Alya said, to which Mando quickly agreed, replying pragmatically, “That’s true.”
“Thanks for distracting me,” Alya said sincerely into her communicator. She had been holding it tightly the entire time, wishing he were actually here with her - she had an image of him gently stroking her hair as she fell asleep that she couldn’t quite get out of her head. The thought alone put her in ecstasy, leaving her to wonder how she’d even survive the real thing if it was happening.
“I’m glad you reached out to me. I’m sorry you had to go through this…” Mando’s voice was so gentle and caring, making Alya feel an avalanche of her emotions coming back to her. She felt her chest and stomach dropping again with the full weight of her sadness from the nightmare again “Do you want me to stay here with you?” Mando asked after she hadn’t replied to him.
“Y-yes, I’d really like that. At least until I can fall asleep again.” It pained her to even say it, to admit to needing something from him, or anyone, but she knew he hadn’t really been asking a question. He would have stayed on the communicator regardless of her answer - that was just the kind of person Mando was.
“I’ll just talk for a bit more, is that okay?”
Alya nodded while saying a quiet affirmation to Mando. She tucked herself back into bed, listening to Mando recount other stories - while he wasn’t the biggest talker, Alya appreciated the bits and pieces he did share to keep acting as a balm to her weary mind. She didn’t know at what point she drifted off again, but Mando’s voice being the last thing she heard beforehand seemed like the most natural thing in the galaxy.
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Two Days Later
Alya sat with her feet propped up on her console, slowly drifting through space. She was killing time on her way from a job, fidgeting with a new panel for her R2 droid in her lap hoping to make some improvements. His beeps were more frequently sputtering out as R2 was seemingly forgetting what he was about to say, so she wanted to try and stop the short circuiting with some much overdue upgrades. This droid had been with Alya through everything, and she wanted to give him the new technology that he deserved.
R2 was in the room, appearing to be looking at her with curiosity, rotating his head slightly. “Don’t worry buddy, you’ll love this once I’m all done with it,” she said, looking up at the droid, who responded with a few excited sounding beeps.
The communicator in Alya’s ship suddenly chimed, and a red light flashed on the console, indicating someone was attempting to make contact with her ship. She pulled her feet off the dashboard and cautiously reached forward, accepting the communication line and hoping it didn’t mean trouble.
“Are you there? I was thinking about you,” a familiar voice rang out through the speaker and filled the room.
“Who is this again?” Alya replied, breaking out in a smile, unable to help herself from teasing him.
“Funny. I must have gotten the wrong ship’s comm signal,” Mando’s deadpan voice came through to her.
“No, right signal, just me being an asshole,” Alya replied.
“Ah, my favorite mood of yours,” he said dryly.
“So, you’re thinking about me over there?” she replied, a hint of flirtation inadvertently infusing itself into her tone. “Where exactly is over there?”
“Outer rim, on a job. And I was. I wanted to see if you’re doing okay after the other day.”
“Yeah, I think I am,” she said. Truthfully, her nightmare had roughed her up quite a bit, as they always did, but she could typically shake it off within a day or so. Mando’s support that night had helped tremendously - she had almost never had anyone there when she was going through the hellish aftermath of those dreams.
“No more nightmares?” he asked, sounding concerned.
“Not yet, no.” Alya was thankful for that fact - at times they came in a series, several nights in a row, and she could barely work, barely function when that happened, left to practically beg with herself to get a peaceful few hours of sleep.
“Good…” Mando trailed off, giving the impression that he had something more to say. “Hey, how close are you to these coordinates?” Mando asked before Alya could wonder any further. He sent over the information a moment later, a red light flashing on the console of Alya’s ship with the message from him.
“Let me see…” Alya said, pulling up the coordinates from Mando and her own star map, tilting her head as she studied the two quickly. “Oh, very, actually. On Saleucami? Wait, why are you asking?”
“Are you able to come here? I want to show you something, I think you’ll like it,” Mando replied, sounding a bit anxious. Alya couldn’t help the smile that continued to grow as he spoke
“Oh, you think I’ll like it, huh?” She cursed the absolutely huge grin that was making its way onto her face now. “I could probably be there in an hour if I make the jump soon.”
“Just come to those coordinates. I’ll be there waiting,” Mando commanded, before cutting off his communication to her ship.
Alya obeyed, sending her ship into hyperspace as soon as she could get to one of the predetermined routes available. It felt like one of the longer hours of her life, waiting anxiously for this cryptic meetup with Mando as her ship flew through space, the stars whizzing by her in the cockpit. She had the sudden urge to head into her refresher and check her reflection, biting her lip nervously as she looked at herself and tried smoothing her hair. She had on a simple cropped black tank top and pants with her favorite vest over it, and while she knew that it was absurd to change her outfit just to see him, the fact that she even considered doing it made her want to blush out of pure embarrassment. She wasn’t supposed to care this much about how Mando saw her looking.
Alya saw a commotion in the town as she came out of hyperspace and flew her ship down towards the surface of Saleucami - a festive looking gathering of people from what she could tell from afar. She knit her brows and thought hard, then turned to R2 with a realization. “Hey buddy, what’s the date?” R2 beeped, then flashed a hologram with the numbers in front of him. Alya thanked her droid and let out a small chuckle, shaking her head.
“It’s Fete Week. Wow, I didn’t even realize,” Alya said out loud as she looked down at the celebration, mostly to herself, but loud enough that R2 also heard her and gave an excited noise in response. That must have been why Mando asked her to come - had he really thought to spend the New Year with her? Or was this about something else entirely, and she was making something out of nothing? Butterflies threatened to flip in her stomach at the myriad of thoughts running through her mind, but she quickly pushed the feeling down, parking her ship in the designated landing area outside of town.
Alya put on her boots and blaster holster before walking out, holding onto a navigation device to lead her to Mando’s coordinates. It was late in the day, closer to sunset than not with the setting sun coloring the dry terrain and surrounding trees and brush in even warmer tones. She could hear the ruckus from the town - distant music and chatter filled the air, and she smiled sadly at all the life happening so close by, just out of reach. New Year’s Fete Week was always well celebrated throughout the galaxy, but she seemed to miss it most years without realizing it, just by happening to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The navigator took her slightly further out from the town, and she finally saw the Razor Crest in the distance, an obvious sign she was in the right place. As it came clearer into her view, she saw the outline of Mando sitting on top of his ship. She had to practically force herself not to smile so widely when she could make out his features more and more as she approached.
“Up here,” Mando called out, his voice coming out clear and commanding, even through the modulator. Maker, it was like music to her ears, and Alya felt the hairs on her arm threaten to stand up at hearing it despite how warm it was outside. He was standing up on top of the Crest now, looking down on her. She shielded her eyes from the glowing evening sun as she looked up towards him.
“You brought me out here to the middle of nowhere? To… stand on top of your ship?” Alya asked, her head cocked to the side with a raised eyebrow.
“Actually, yes. I wouldn’t complain too soon, if I were you,” he replied with his typical sardonic sass.
“Fine, fine, no more complaints. Let me up there.”
“There’s a hatch, through the hull and up the ladder on the right side,” Mando instructed, and Alya walked up the ramp and into his ship. She had only been inside his ship once before, and fought the urge to look around since Mando wasn’t nearby. She wanted to inspect everything, get more insight into who he was, how he lived, everything and anything about him. She had a deep desire to know him inside and out, she realized, with a small pump of frightened adrenaline coursing through her now.
Alya looked up the ladder Mando had described to her, and saw skylight through it, so she climbed until she emerged, coming face to face with Mando.
“Hi there,” he said, his armored form particularly relaxed in front of her as he stood with a tilted head and knee popped out.
“Hi,” she replied simply, giving him a cheeky raise of the eyebrows, asking him to explain what the hell was going on.
“I was here for work, and found out it was Fete Week,” Mando said, as if that explained everything she had been wondering.
“I saw that… there’s a big festival in town,” she replied, continuing to look at him expectantly, awaiting further answers.
“I overheard that there was going to be fireworks when it’s dark, and thought… you might like that kind of thing.” Mando shifted slightly, rubbing one of his arms, letting the confident facade fall for a moment. Alya’s lips curled into a small smile as she watched him during his nervous explanation.
“I actually… I don’t know if I do. Never seen them. But I’ve heard good things,” Alya said, trying to hide the fact that she had actually lamented this fact since childhood. The amount of times she’d heard fireworks for different events, but was stuck inside the house or her bedroom, unable to see anything but maybe a few flashes of colorful light in the distance, even when she pressed her face as close to the glass of her windows as she could.
Mando’s head moved slightly back in surprise. “Well now you have to stay and watch,” he replied.
“As if me leaving was in question,” she scoffed playfully. “I already came all the way here.”
“Good,” Mando replied. “We can watch from here. I think it’ll be a good view,” he said, turning towards the town in the distance. Alya followed his eyeline and decided he was probably right, and they’d have a great perspective of the show here away from everybody.
“I got you this,” Mando said, reaching down and picking up a small box. Her eyes widened in surprise as she took the box and opened it. It was some kind of treat - a sweet fried dough with powdered sugar on top that smelled heavenly as its scent reached her nose. He had tried to sound nonchalant, but Alya could see Mando weighing her reaction out of the corner of her eye.
“This looks incredible, thank you,” she said, and her smile beamed up at him as she picked up the treat and took the first bite. Maker, it was fucking good, she thought to herself. She never ate things like this, always trying to pinch credits, save up for something for her ship and buy fuel to continue working. “Shit, this is so good,” she said almost involuntarily as the delicious taste filled her mouth and she quickly went in for a second bite.
“I’m glad,” Mando said, his voice filled with amusement at watching her.
“Oh, did you want any? Wait, how many credits do I owe you?” Alya panicked, realizing she’d practically forgotten all semblance of manners as soon as she’d begun devouring the treat.
Mando held up a hand quickly. “None of that. You had a tough time the other night, I thought you should have something,” he said. Alya’s smile softened even further at his kind hearted gesture, the way he’d thought of all of this for her, for inviting her here to do this together. She imagined him scoping out all of the festive foods likely being displayed in the town today and deciding specifically on this one for her - it made her chest tighten and her heart feel like it was soaring. She almost couldn’t breathe, it squeezed so tightly - she had never felt this way before, and didn’t know that she ever could again, not with anyone else.
“Well, thank you. I appreciate it,” she said sincerely and a little shyly, as she began to sit down on the top of the Razor Crest. Mando sat down next to her, close enough to make her heart skip a beat. As she continued eating, she realized the sugar had gotten all over her black shirt. “Are you kidding me…” she mumbled to herself, trying to hastily brush all of it off.
“I wasn’t going to say anything…” Mando said, watching her with an air of enjoyment.
“Why not!” she scolded him, “Jerk.” Alya shoved his arm, and in turn got some of the powdered sugar on his sleeve. He looked down at it, clearly displeased. “Serves you right,” Alya said, tilting her head up smugly and taking another bite of the dessert, only resulting in more powdered sugar drifting onto her clothes. She looked down at herself, and pressed her lips together with irritation before finally bursting out laughing. Mando chuckled next to her, shaking his head.
“Absolutely ridiculous…” Mando said.
“Trying to make me embarrass myself in front of a hardass like you by picking the messiest food possible.” Alya shook her head and looked at Mando with narrowed eyes.
“So you think I’m a hardass?” Mando quipped back.
Alya rolled her eyes dramatically. “That’s kind of the whole Mandalorian thing, isn’t it?”
Mando laughed slightly, tilting his head to the side. “That’s one way to put it.”
“Practically trained from birth, right? That’s a pretty hardass lifestyle, I think.”
“Some are. Others are foundlings, trained later. It’s a vital part of our survival and our religion to bring in and train the next generation of Mandalorians.”
“And… you?” Alya asked tentatively, sensing a more serious shift in the conversation. Mando never seemed averse to asking her about her past, but she’d been nervous to pry into his, as he seemed to like the air of mystery that surrounded him.
Mando paused for a moment longer than usual before responding. “I was a foundling. They took me in when I was in need, after my… family… and I’ve been with them ever since.”
Alya inhaled sharply in a small gasp at his reveal, and grabbed onto his arm supportively without thinking, looking at him with wide, sorrowful eyes. “Oh, Mando, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize they aren’t Mandalorians too, that they aren’t here.”
“Thank you.” He bowed his head slightly in gratitude before looking back at her. “It was a very long time ago. I’m grateful that my covert devoted themselves to helping me. This is the way.”
“This is the way,” Alya replied, trying to smile for him, although her head was still spinning with this new information. She leaned her head on his shoulder to comfort him, despite the hard paulron of armor there. Alya could sense he didn’t want to get into the topic any further, so she wanted to lighten the mood. “Hard to imagine you being a kid, for some reason. Little Mandalorian armor sounds cute,” she said softly.
“It is…” he replied, more lighthearted now. “I wish you could see it sometime.”
“I’d like that.”
As if with perfect timing, a distant whizzing sound and sudden burst of light and color in the now dark sky signaled the end of their conversation. Alya gasped in delight, quickly picking her head up off of Mando’s shoulder and sitting forward in anticipation for the fireworks.
“Is that it? It’s starting?” she asked enthusiastically, forgetting herself completely - Mando seemed to be the only one she was naturally willing to discard her hard, scornful mask for.
“Looks like it,” Mando drawled, leaning forward slightly along with her. “Enjoy the show, freckles,” he said, peering over at her. She flashed him a quick smile, but turned her attention back into the distant sky as fast as she could, not wanting to miss anything.
Alya’s excitement built with each new firework that dazzled in front of them - they were so colorful, much more so than she’d imagined all these years. The different patterns and designs of each one were unexpected, and she felt her mouth hanging slightly ajar in amazement - she felt completely captivated, and her chest heaved slightly with the emotion of the moment. In her periphery, Alya could see Mando looking in her direction periodically throughout the show, taking in her reactions. She had to fight like hell to resist the urge to look back at him, afraid it would spark something irreversible between them.
With her focus upwards on the sky, she didn’t notice her hand, planted on the metal of the Razor Crest, sliding just enough with all her excitement that her and Mando’s fingertips grazed suddenly. She quickly pulled her hand away a few inches and whipped her head in his direction as if to apologize, but froze when she beheld his helmeted head already staring back at her. She tried to speak, her mouth opening but refusing to make a sound. Alya was completely mesmerized at the fireworks reflecting off of the beskar of his helmet - colorful bursts slightly distorted by the curves in the alloy and his visor - it was possibly the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen, threatening moisture to her eyes that she quickly blinked away. Her hand seemed to move without reason, without thought, back towards his, and she let their fingers touch again, not pulling away this time. A soft smile danced across her face as the noise of the fireworks practically faded out of her world, only left with this feeling of Mando taking over all of her senses as her breath turned shaky. As suddenly as the moment had come, it was gone, as Mando’s helmet and the entire sky turned dark - the fireworks show was over.
Alya felt herself snap back into reality, a nervous chuckle escaping her as her hand pulled back towards her lap. “That was so beautiful,” she announced to Mando, trying to break free from the intense moment that they’d just experienced. Had he felt it too? Alya wondered.
“Glad you liked it,” he replied, his tone leaving the answer to that question unclear to her.
“Glad I came,” she said, laying back onto the ship with a contented sigh. The thrill of finally seeing a fireworks show wore her out more than she’d care to admit, but she wasn’t ready to call it a day just yet. Now that the sky was dark, Alya looked straight up to see how clear the stars were shining tonight, and they didn’t disappoint her. Mando laid down next to her with a small grunt, and they silently observed the sky for a while, pointing things out to each other every so often.
“I wanted to know - how’d the rest of the job go with your… friend? Nobody followed you, you’ve been safe?” Mando said into their silence.
Alya chuckled lightly at the way Mando had referred to Nej so begrudgingly as her friend, but noticed a flutter pass through her at his protective questioning. “It went off without a hitch. I’m not sure how it went after Nej and I parted ways, but hopefully his group got what they needed out of Venka.”
“Doubt that he would crack very easily… Imperial training,” Mando replied.
“Nej did say I should visit to meet his wife and kids sometime, so maybe I could ask him then for the details,” Alya said, now reaching up to prop her hands behind her head.
“Wife and kids?” Mando repeated, surprise filling his voice.
“Mhm, told you there was nothing to be jealous of,” Alya teased.
“I was never worried about that,” Mando growled, a little too defensively for Alya to believe him. She just gave him a smug look, watching how flustered he’d gotten. “What exactly was the history there?” he asked. “It seemed sort of… tense between you two.”
Alya sighed. The way Mando easily asked her questions like that, just curiously wanting to know more about her made her feel so taken aback - he certainly had so much more to him than the initial impression he gave to others. He was caring, kind, and supportive underneath that quite literally hard exterior of his, and it made Alya’s heart sing, the way he’d been showing all of that to her.
“It’s a long story.” She thought for a moment, trying to summarize the long, painful history that was meeting and losing Myra for Mando to hear.
“We’ve got time,” Mando stated like there was nowhere he’d rather be than right here, talking to her. Alya made a noise of protest, but Mando persisted. “Talk to me, c’mon. Isn’t that what friends do?”
“I hate that you’re always right.” Alya sulked for a moment before deciding Mando had a point. She wanted him to know more, but a creeping fear always set in, something so deep in her that didn’t even have reasoning anymore, it just simply was. Something about being under a night sky with Mando seemed to make her more vulnerable, more willing to share with him, though.
“Well,” Alya blew out a breath, “I guess the tension started after Myra died. It was… because of me. She was trying to save my life out on a job, and she… well…” Alya now moved her arms from under her head and wrung her hands over her stomach, feeling a pit in her core growing at the vivid memories coming back to her. They had somehow never stopped being this vivid after all these years.
“I know I wasn’t there, but Alya, I know that it wasn’t your fault,” Mando said sincerely, looking intently at her now, and she almost wanted to believe his words.
“We weren’t even supposed to be there, but I’d wanted us to do the job even though it was dangerous. Beyond our level. I really needed the credits at the time. Didn’t even get the quarry in the end… she died for nothing.” Alya spoke the words with a confident anger towards herself - this was her truth she’d lived with, and nothing had made her question it until now.
“Sometimes… these things just happen. Saying she died for nothing - sometimes a tragedy is just a tragedy, right?” Mando said, now sitting up on his elbows to face her better. Despite his clear effort for eye contact, she refused to look back at him, feeling too open and vulnerable right now to add that level of intimacy to this moment.
Alya let out a small, shaky breath and blinked away the tears that had begun to prick behind her eyes. “I know you’re right, it just doesn’t always feel like that. Nej was completely broken, so he found someone to blame, and that someone was me. If you hear and think something is true long enough then you really start to believe it. So that’s what I’ve believed for a long time, deep down.”
“But you know, right? You know it wasn’t your fault? Something terrible happened, but it doesn’t mean you are the reason.”
“I… don’t -“ Alya stuttered. Nobody had ever spoken to her this way before, pushed her like this, and she was at a complete loss.
“Alya,” Mando cut in. “Tell me you know.”
“I know…” Alya closed her eyes tightly, the pain of it all washing over her.
“You know what?” Mando persisted with that commanding tone that made you want to do anything he said, anything he wanted.
“It wasn’t my fault.”
“That’s right,” Mando said, pride for her filling his voice. “I hope you believe that.”
“I think maybe I could. Someday.”
“I’ve spent a long time blaming myself for things that aren’t my fault. It’s not easy to realize when you need to stop putting that blame on yourself, but once you do…”
“Does it make it hurt any less?” Alya asked.
“No, it doesn’t. But it’s easier to hold this way.”
“I wish you couldn’t relate to this feeling,” Alya replied sympathetically. “It must have been hard to go through what you did as a kid.”
“It was. There are just things we have to live with, though.”
Alya finally returned his gaze and gave Mando a weak smile that didn’t reach her eyes as she nodded in agreement. She realized he didn’t even know the half of the truth of that statement for her, and wondered if she could ever let him. As they laid together like this, feeling like the only two people in the galaxy, seeing the helmeted face she’d grown to trust and care about, she thought for the first time that maybe it was possible.
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Six Days Later
“What do you mean you’ve never gone swimming?!” Alya said incredulously into her communicator, sitting up on her bed. Mando had reached out to her again, and this seemed to be quickly becoming a routine for them after their meet up on Saleucami. Whenever one of them was bored traveling between planets in the last few days, they reached out to the other, talking about anything that came to mind, really. Their latest quarries, their favorite places they’d been to, how they generally found other people to be a pain in the ass. Sometimes they’d even just sit quietly for a while, feeling each other’s presence on the other side of the communicator.
“Not recreationally, at least… Mando replied, sounding amused. “It’s hard to swim when you can’t take your armor off in front of other people. I’ve been in the water with my armor on, but mostly by accident or because my life was in danger,” Mando mused.
“That sounds like a nightmare, Mando…” she blinked in disbelief at this absurd man on the other end of the communicator. “All the… wet… inside your armor? What do you even do afterwards?”
“Stay… wet… at least until I can be alone.” Mando chuckled.
Alya shuddered at the thought. “What about if you’ve been in the middle of nowhere on some planet, and nobody else is around, not even then?”
Mando was silent for a few extra seconds before responding. “I just… never considered it before, I guess.” Alya was realizing that Mando didn’t typically make much time for fun in his everyday life, and from everything she knew about him, why would he? Being raised as a warrior, bounty hunting for a living - it didn’t seem like it had ever been much of an option for him. She could certainly relate to that, she thought to herself.
“Alright, that’s it,” she said decisively, “I’m taking you swimming sometime. Somewhere private, with nobody but us around, and I’ll turn my back and let you do your thing.”
“You’re trying to tell me you could resist turning around to sneak a look?”
She gasped dramatically and held a hand to her chest in fake pain. “You wound me, Mando. Of course I could! I don’t want to disrespect you, unless you ask me to.” A sly smile spread across her face as she spoke.
He laughed audibly. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You’re ridiculous.” Alya retorted, laying back down onto her bed, getting comfortable with the communicator perched next to her.
“Mmm… good one,” Mando said, and Alya got an image of him shaking his head at her on the other end in her mind. “Fine then, you can show me the wonders of swimming sometime.”
“It’s a deal. You’ll love it.” Alya wished she didn’t have such a stupid grin on her face right now, but at least Mando couldn’t see it.
“Wait, what are you doing? You sound a bit muffled,” Mando said suddenly.
“Er… I’m laying down,” Alya admitted sheepishly, nervously twirling a lock of her hair in her hand. She had been in her bed when the communicator had beeped suddenly, and she couldn’t resist picking up Mando’s call.
“Oh, I caught you when you were trying to sleep, sorry,” he said softly, sounding concerned.
“No no, it’s okay. I couldn’t really sleep anyways. Just laying here thinking in the dark, willing myself to be tired wasn’t working very well.”
“Thinking about what, hm?” Mando asked.
Alya didn’t answer.
“Alya?”
‘I’m here...” She paused for a moment, debating her next words, which felt like she had been on the edge of a cliff, ready to jump off, and these words would send her careening into the unknown. “Thinking about how I’m wishing you were… here” she added tentatively but flirtatiously, biting her lip.
“I could be, if you send me your coordinates,” he said, his tone changing dramatically at her confession.
“Don’t be unreasonable,” she scoffed at him.
“You won’t tell me because you know I’ll actually do it.”
“No, you would not,” Alya retorted, shaking her head in disbelief.
“Don’t be too sure about that,” he said, then a beat later added more cautiously, “Why don’t you… just pretend I’m there in the meantime…”
Alya’s breath caught in her throat for a moment as she realized what he was implying with those words. “If you were here, what would you do?” A sly smile crept onto her face as she spoke.
“Where to begin…” Mando drawled, clearly enjoying dragging this out. “Your back seems awfully tired and sore, I’d want to rub that for you first, get you nice and relaxed.”
“Mmmm, sounds nice,” Alya mumbled half into her pillow as she shifted under her blanket, relaxing with his words in her ear.
“Your shoulders, your neck, run my hands through your hair. I’d wanna to make you feel so good.” Mando’s voice was sounding increasingly needy with each word, and she could tell that he was getting turned on. If she was being honest with herself, she was beginning to feel the same way..
“Now that I’m all relaxed, what next, hm?” Alya said, tracing her hands distractedly over her blanket, eagerly waiting for his response.
“Start kissing down your neck and your shoulders, maybe further if you’re lucky,” he said with ease, and Alya could practically feel every word as he said it, imagining him right there with her.
“Psh,” she scoffed. “I’d be lucky for sure.”
“Yes, you would,” he replied in a serious tone, and Alya’s body was already responding to his words with a dull ache starting in her core and traveling further down. She wanted him, and that was the only thought that was running through her mind right now.
“Not just stopping at kisses, are we?” Alya said, arching a brow, knowing she was slowly entering even more dangerous territory.
Mando let out a sultry laugh. “Not a chance. Now, I need you to do what I tell you next…” he said, his voice suddenly even more suggestive, “And wish it was me doing it to you.”
Alya felt her heartbeat pick up slightly, and a small, knowing smile crossed her face. “I can manage that,” she replied, feeling a flutter of nerves landing in her stomach as she listened closely for his next words.
“Good girl. Now take your hand and slide it nice and slow, down into your pants -“
“What if I’m not wearing any?” Alya interrupted. She was lying, but wanted to sweeten the deal for Mando and get him a little more riled up.
“Mmm, even better, freckles,” he purred, and Alya smiled at the fact that her fib seemed to be working wonders on him. “Get your hand down there, feel that perfect fucking pussy of yours for me.”
Alya gasped slightly at the sudden coarseness of his words but did as she was told, putting her hand down her pants, focusing her mind on when Mando once did this to her all those months ago. Fuck, she still thought and dreamed of it so often, almost too often. Alya hesitated, waiting with baited breath for Mando’s next command.
“Are you wet for me yet, beautiful girl?” he asked, his voice low, enticing, rumbling through the communicator close to Alya’s ear.
“Maker, yes,” she breathed out in response, unable to do anything else but Mando’s next bidding.
“Mm, perfect. Touch yourself, like I did for you before. Remember that?” Alya obeyed, beginning to rub a finger on her clit as he told her to.
“C-could never forget,” Alya mumbled through the beginning of the pleasure building inside of her, starting to feel her breath come out more heavily with every touch.
“Keep going, make yourself feel good for me. Nice and slow. Are you thinking of me while you do it?” he purred, and Alya felt her desire growing at how much he was enjoying this as well.
“Mhmm,” she purred, “You feel so good. Wish this was you,” Alya said amongst her panting breaths. Mando had said to go slow, but she could feel her need increasing every second as her body writhed more under her own touch. “P-please I need more,” she begged him.
“I would be putting my fingers as deep as they go, feeling every bit of that cunt of yours that I can’t stop thinking about. Do that for me.” With Mando’s new command, she used one hand to continue circling her clit while the other hand slid a finger inside of her. She moaned softly as she added another finger, already ready for it.
“I want to hear every breath, every moan for me,” Mando said, hearing her starting to cry out more and more at the feeling. She could hear the desperation in his voice to be there with her, and that his own breathing had become more ragged. The thought hit her at once: was he touching himself too?
“A-are you touching yourself…? Thinking o-of me?” Alya asked.
“Mmm, I am. Thinking of you always. Nothing could come close to what you did to me, though,” he replied through the comm in between a few pleasured groans.
“Fuck, no it can’t,” she said, thinking on her own experience with Mando pleasuring her.
“You make me crazy, you… feel so amazing,” he said distractedly, clearly getting too caught up in touching himself to keep directing Alya’s movements.
Alya felt her pleasure building dangerously close to climax, picturing Mando in that alleyway on Canto Bright, the way he’d felt underneath her in that inn on Nevarro, knowing he was the only one she could ever want like this. So desperately, so badly, it almost felt like a natural part of her now.
“F-fuck,” she gritted out, her fingers moving more rapidly, plunging them deep inside herself while thinking of Mando being right here with her, doing this to her. It was almost enough, but she needed him, she was so desperate for him to be there with her that she considering taking him up on the offer of sending her coordinates to him and waiting right here for him to fuck her to completion. “I need you,” she cried out in the heat of the moment, not caring one bit what she was admitting to him.
“Mmm, you have me, Alya. You have me, come on, beautiful. Think of me, I’m right there with you,” he rambled, breathless, and she could hear the furious slapping of his own flesh on the other end. She focused her mind on his hands, the quick glimpse she’d gotten of them in the alleyway, the way they’d trailed down her bare flesh and did this same thing to her. The thought of those hands touching himself, thinking of her hands and mouth all over him in that dark room in the inn. She let out low whimpers, close enough to the communicator for Mando to hear.
“Let me hear you cum for me,” Mando demanded, his voice becoming more strained from his own pleasure. His words finally sent Alya into her climax, and she tilted her head towards the communicator, breathy moans coming out as she called his name. She heard several grunting moans from his end as she shuddered and lifted her hips through her climax, and she knew hearing her had put him over the edge into his own orgasm.
Alya laid back into her cot, staring up at the ceiling as she came down from practically seeing stars. She was almost in shock - somehow she and Mando always found themselves back here, crossing the fine, razor thin line they had drawn for themselves to try and be friends.
“Maker, Alya, you - I don’t even have words,” Mando finally spoke, breathless still.
“Me either,” she said honestly. “I…” she trailed off, then sighed, still unsure of how to address what she really wanted to say. How many more times could they do something like this, and claim they could go back to how it was before? Each time they got this intimate it was harder for Alya to forget him, to move on from this sheer torture that was knowing and wanting him, and not letting herself have him fully. She heard Mando’s breaths through the communicator beginning to calm down along with her own, and they were both left with the reality of what they’d just done and having to process how they felt about it. The two of them were silent for an uncomfortable period of time before Mando spoke again.
“I… I don’t think we should be calling each other like this anymore, Alya” he said, trying his best to keep any emotion out of the words. Alya could read the frustration, pain, and hurt behind it, even through the distortion of the communicator. Her heart began to beat wildly in her chest at hearing, not fully understanding his sudden change in perspective. Hadn’t they just been in the throes of passion only minutes ago? She moved to respond through the commlink after the sting of the words faded enough, but Mando had already disconnected them. Alya clutched the device with now trembling hands, her mouth hanging open slightly as if ready to speak words she wasn’t sure she’d ever get the chance to say to him now.
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ooc. i can't believe people are openly against anyone who Doesn't write smut and beyond that explicitly says they don't want to write with asexual people in 2023????? Grow up, sex isn't the end-all-be-all of human life
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the way you like it - c. leclerc
pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader
summary: winning twice does something to Charles - in a good way
warnings: basically porn without plot, smut, fingering, overstimulation, slight choking, mentions of creampie and somnophilia, unprotected sex, poorly translated french
word count: 550
a/n: hello friends. I haven't written in a long time and this just happened and I couldn't keep it to myself. enjoy!
"Si bon pour moi, mon amour", Charles groans into your ear, his hand on your stomach sliding down to your thighs and feeling how sticky they are, stained with both of your cum. "Regarde combine tu es venu pour moi." so good for me, my love. look at how much you came for me.
"Charles, please." Your voice is barely more than a whisper. With your eyes closed, you blindly try to reach for his hand, his skilled fingers slowly circling your swollen clit. "It's too much. I can't-"
Charles carefully pushes your hand away and you're too exhausted to do anything about it. "You can and you will." You feel his sweaty skin against your back as he drapes your leg over his hip, his front pressing against your back. "Je Saison sue tu en as encore un pour moi." I know you've got one more for me.
You couldn't have known that his second Grand Prix win in a row would not only increase his self-confidence, but his stamina by one hundred percent as well. Right after his victory celebration and all the formalities, Charles had dragged you into his hotel room and you hadn't left the bed since. That was several hours and several orgasms ago.
Your pussy is sore, your thighs ache and the thin skin on your neck is visibly red from his beard scratching over it. But Charles doesn't care. As his fingers gently circle your most sensitive spot, his other arm wraps around you and his hand gropes your tit. As he rolls your nipple between two fingers, you lean your head back against his shoulder, moaning.
"Charles, I-"
"What do you want, ma belle? Huh? Do you want my fingers?" The fingers that were just circling your clit glide lower and he gently slides two inside you. "Tu sens comme tu es mouillée?" do you feel how wet you are for me? He curls his fingers, touching that sweet spot inside you that makes you squirm and see stars. "Ou est-ce moi qui fuis de toi?" or is it me that's leaking out of you?
You can't talk, can't even think as he spreads soft kisses on your neck and slowly fucks his come back into you, his fingers bringing you once again to your climax. Completely overstimulated and close to the pain threshold, you grab his wrist to push him away, almost whining, and indeed he lets you.
Only to then press you even closer to his muscular body and slide his cock home for what feels like the hundredth time that night. Your eyes roll back, your breathing is ragged. "Dètends-toi, ma belle." just relax, pretty one. Charles' hand, which was on your tit a moment ago, gently rests against your throat. As you moan, he can feel the vibration and his cock twitches noticeably.
"I know you're fucked out and tired, but I'm not finished with you yet." He places his thumb on your jaw and tilts your head so he can take a look at your face. Your brows are furrowed, your lips swollen and you're so exhausted that you can only breathe him in. He loves what he does to you.
"And I know that you don't mind me fucking you when you're asleep." His thrusts are slow, but hard. You feel him everywhere. "Go to sleep, mon amour. I'm right here." Charles presses a kiss to your forehead, before nuzzling his face back into your neck, his hips slowly rocking you to sleep. "And when you wake up, I'll still be inside you. Just comme tu lahmes." just the way you like it.
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summary : Max and you talked, so charles got jealous...
PAIRING : charles leclerc x fem!reader
WARNINGS : +18. SMUT, oral(female receiving), dirty talk, badly translated french and italian, curse words, unprotected sex (be safe!)
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You were standing in the Red Bull racing garage speaking with Daniel, Christian and max. Charles had just gotten a DNF, while Max was the first one on the podium.
Charles stormed into the Red Bull garage, said hello to the three of them and got a hold of your wrist, so he could pull you with him into his driver's room. Once you both were in his room and stood in front of him.
"Vous a-t-il touché?" he said in a low growl. Approaching you like a predator catching his prey. His eyes were a storm. His face was touched with... violence. Did he touch you?
" Pourquoi la merde vous en soucie-t-elle?" You snapped, not getting why he was suddenly so interested in your love life. He was close enough to fill your senses with his scent. Why the fuck do you care?
"Answer my fucking question, mia cara." charles snapped back.
"And what if he did?" You were playing with fucking fire, you knew it, but you couldn't seem to stop challenging him.
His hands were trembling when they reached for you. You sucked in a sharp breath when his hot skin touched you around his neck very lightly. His breath hit your lips when he dangerously deep said :
"Then he will be a dead man at the end of the day. I'm going to repeat this question for the very last time, ma jolie fille. DID. HE. PUT. HIS. HAND. ON. YOU?"
You narrowed your eyes at him, anger vibrated in your veins. Only through clenched teeth, you managed to say, "Not yet. But that doesn't mean-" his mouth crashed onto yours, stopping you from forming, your sentence any further.
You wanted to push him away. You wanted to pull him closer. Not only that, but you wanted to taste every part of his body. You bit your lip. You could taste his blood on his tongue when he pushed it right in to your mouth.
Having you breathless all over again. It looked like he was forcing himself to pull away from you. Like you were acid that he didn't want to touch when he lowly said through heavy breaths.
"S’il vous a touché ce qui vous semble, ce qui a du goût et qui ressemble au mien, il sera un homme mort, vengeur. Vous détenez le pouvoir sur sa vie. Décidé si vous vouliez le gaspiller ou non." If he touched you what feels, tastes and looks like mine, he'll be a dead man, vengeance. You hold the power over his life. Decided if you wanted to waste it or not.
"I'm not yours"
"And that's where you are very wrong, mia cara" charles answered before he took both of your wrist over your head and pushed you against the wall of charles drivers' room.
You looked at him speechless. You wanted to tell him to fuck him self, but no words came out of your mouth. Every ounce of self-control left your body as you saw the look in his eyes. Full of lust and anger.
"Vous n’avez pas une grande gueule maintenant, n’est-ce pas?" You do not have a big mouth now, do you?
Before you could say something, he kissed you, putting one of his on your face and the other hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him, so you couldn't get away.
Without breaking the kiss, he pulled the straps of your dress down and pulled it down fully, so you were only standing in front of him in your panties, bra and high heels. Charles broke the kiss and looked you up and down and said :
"Tu fais vraiment comme si tu étais fait pour moi. Seulement moi." You truly do like you were made for me. Only me.
He pulled you against him again, so he could pull you to his couch and push you on it. As you laid on the bed, Charles crawled over you and kissed you again, while he opened your bra and threw it on the floor.
"Charles please"
"Use your word, mon amour"
"Please... Please fuck me..."
"I think you need a punishment, for nearly letting him touch you."
Charles answered as he pulled your panties down, threw them away, looked you up and down, now fully naked, and pulled you a bit down, so your feet were dangling off the couch.
He kneeled before the couch and kissed your thighs up until your pussy came into his view. He looked at your face for consent and thrusted one finger in your pussy.
You moaned as he thrusted another finger in your pussy and then another, until you were on the edge of cumming on his fingers, but charles pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean.
"Charles, no... Please don't stop."
"You deserve it, mia cara"
Charles then pushed his fingers into you gain, until you were on the urge to cumming again, as he pulled his fingers out again. He did this for so long until you were overstimulated.
"I think you learned your lesson to never let anyone other than me touch you. Never"
As he said that, he unbuttoned his race suit, until it laid on the floor. Charles pulled you up a bit and crawled over you. He grabbed his cock and then thrusted into your pussy.
He didn't give you any adjustment time, as he thursted into you fast and full of lust. Not only that, but he grabbed your throat with one hand and gave it a light squeeze, while the other hand held you down, so you didn't get away.
"Tu ne t’évades pas, bébé. Vous prendrez tout ce que je donne." You don't get away, baby. You will take everything I give.
"Tu étais faite pour moi, ma princesse, n’est-ce pas ? Tout à moi pour maintenant et toujours." you were made for me, my princess, weren't you? All mine for now and always.
After a bit, his thrust got slower and sloppier, which gave you the signal that he was near cumming. You felt the familiar knot inside your stomach. He put his hand on your stomach.
"You feel me here, don't you, princess. Deep in your stomach."
You only nodded at him, as he came deep inside you with a moan. You did the same, you came around his cock with a loud pornographic moan. He stayed a bit inside you until he pulled out of you.
"Alors, qu’est-ce que c’était que de ne pas être à moi?" So what was that about not being mine?
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Exes with benefits
summary: Exes to fuck-buddies to lovers. After a year of trying to get over each other, you meet again purely by coincidence and aren't able to resist temptation. But still, you weren't going to date him again, it was all for the sake of how good you were together, or at least that's what you told yourself.
warnings: SMUT +18, pnv, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, degradation & praise kink, switch! Eddie (but mostly dom! Eddie), jealously, alcohol and drinking, language.
words: 5k
Eddie and you had been broken up over a year now. And it hadn’t been your best year, it wasn’t like you spent it crying the whole time, but the expectation of being newly single was different than the reality. You didn’t go out every single weekend and made out with a different guy every night out, you hadn’t had a proper date in months and you haven’t had sex in an embarrassing amount of time. But it wasn’t like it was the worse year either, you became really good friends with Robin and Nancy, who before used to be only acquaintances, you got a raise at the café where you worked, and you really learnt to be more by yourself and actually enjoy it.
That’s why tonight you were going to have dinner out by yourself. You started doing it sometimes to out for coffee and just sat there alone reading, it was so comforting that every now and then you needed it, and tonight felt like one of those times.
“Hello there, can I help you?” the waiter at the entrance said to you.
“Hi, yes, I’d like a table for one please?”
“We will have one available in about 20 minutes, would you like to wait at the bar?” he offered.
“Yes, that’d be great”
You sat at the bar and ordered yourself a drink, it surprised you sometimes how the barmen wouldn’t ask for your ID any longer, did you really look like 21? It wasn’t that you weren’t, because you did turned 22 a few months ago, but you didn’t know if it was a good thing to look your age, your mom had always told you that it was better to look younger than to look your age. You decided to stop thinking about it that much because it could turn into a new insecurity really quickly.
When you got out of your own thoughts for a second and started to look around, you were welcomed by a very familiar face. Eddie was sat at the bar too, a few seats next to yours, you saw him looking at you too and a surprised expression on his face showed up later to be changed by a smile and a hand-wave. You waved back but then saw how he stood up with his beer on his hand and walked over to you.
“Hey!” he greeted you.
“Hi, Eds” It slipped out of you, the nickname, it was what you always called him, but that was while you were dating, you didn’t know if it was too affectionate to use it now, you actually didn’t know anything about how to treat him now, after everything, where you supposed to forget about anything that happened between you two and just act like he’s a friend who you say hello to every time you see him? It wasn’t that you wanted to ignore him but that did sound less awkward than this fake niceties. I guess this is the price you pay after such a long relationship, where the confidence between both of you used to be the biggest you’ve ever had with anyone. After three years and a half of heaven. No one teaches you what to do when a good man hurts you, and you know you’ve hurt him too.
“What were you doing here?” he asks while sitting down on the bench seat next to yours. This took you out a little, was he really going to stay here and talk as if nothing? Have a drink together? You didn’t know how to feel about that, you liked to see him but you had a feeling you shouldn’t like it.
“I just felt like going out for dinner tonight, nothing special, and you?”
“Well, I did make plans with Gareth to come have dinner together but I’m starting to think he stood me up”
“Oh, wait, really?” you laughed.
“Yeah,” he laughed too. “I was about to call him actually and ask what happened, but then I saw you… and got a little distracted” was the comment a little flirty or was it your imagination trying to trick you?
“Oh, well, sorry for the distraction, you can still call him if you need”
“Yeah, will you wait a second? I’ll be right back”
“Yeah, sure” and he went to ask the waiter for the phone, after a few minutes you saw him hung up and walk back to you.
“Well, turns up he’s not gonna make tonight, do you mind if I… stay here with you or is it too much?” he asked and you could detect the hope on his face and his voice. Also his attempt to evade the puppy eyes he gave you every time he wanted something. You thought twice about your answer, you should say no and avoid a potential awkward evening, but at same time you were a little curious.
“Sure, why not? I’d be good to catch up, right?” you gave him a smile and he smiled back, sitting down and ordering more drinks for you two.
The night went on with a lot of more drinks for you two, and fortunately for you, this helped to get out of the awkward phase, but maybe a little too out of the phase.
“Wait wait, but I wanna know, Steve, did anything happened with him after us?” he asked in between you laughter after you confessed you always felt a little jealous over his deals with Chrissy. “Cause I swear, he had crush on you”
“He sooooo did not!” you said trying to stop laughing. “But you know who did had a crush on me back then? Dustin”
“Oh my god, he so did!” he laughed harder. “I remember he used to get all nervous when you came to our meetings, and blushed every time we kissed or when I talked about you”
“Anyway, that was before that bitch Suzie stole his attention” you joked faking annoyance but then when Eddie started laughing your lips went upwards again and a giggle escaped.
And after even more drinks were ordered by the two of you, Eddie had the idea to dance to the great songs the bar was playing, since there was a space to dance and some couples were swinging to the music.
He took your hand and walked over there. Then his other hand went to your waist and yours went to his neck while the both of you laughed at the way you were dancing. Then, he pulled you closer and didn’t break the eye-contact, faces inches away from each other and you think you never felt hotter.
The next morning presented itself with you waking up with an important headache, not really able to open your eyes from all the light in the room. You sat down and slowly started to see more. Like the window on the wall next to you and the Corroded Coffin poster next to it.
Wait, Corroded Coffin?
This was Eddie’s room, you realized.
Looking down next to you on the bed, you saw him asleep on his stomach but his face turned to your side, his hair a mess. You looked down to your body and were met with that the only thing you were wearing was the tangled sheets on his bed, under that…nothing.
Flashes of last night came back to you, the kiss at the dancefloor, the kiss on his car on the way here, all the kisses that were shared from the front door to his bedroom door, and all the kisses that happened after that on his bed, and the memory of those kisses that weren’t only on the lips but on the rest of your bodies who were all too familiar with each other.
Eddie moved next to you, he opened his eyes slowly and was met by the sight of you tangled in his sheets with him, your hair was messy and your neck and chest were covered in hickeys. He smirked proudly.
“Morning” he said with his raspy morning voice.
“Yeah, hi” you responded and started looking for your clothes.
“Come back here, stay a little longer” he pouted and released his best puppy eyes that he had tried so hard to hold back last night when he asked you if he could stay.
“Stay? Eddie, how are you not freaking out about this?” you questioned him.
“What’s there to freak out about? The reason why we stopped doing this in the first place?” he said sarcastically
“The reason is because we broke up! We’re no longer dating so we shouldn’t be doing this anymore” you said seriously.
“Says who? Cause if they felt like we did last night, they’d change their minds”
“Well, I’m not” you stood up and put on your shirt and underwear.
“Hey, don’t go” he asked while getting up and tried to stop you from finding your pants.
“Eddie, this is not going to change because of last night” you signaled between you and him referring to your relationship.
“Why not? You felt it, you were there! You don’t just have that with anyone”
You didn’t answer and picked up you pants that were under the chair of his desk, and put them on.
“We can’t just forget about this” he fought.
“Well, we’re gonna have to try” you simply said and walked out of his house.
The rest of the day followed slowly, you didn’t like it when you were wrong, and you liked it even less when you had to admit that you were, but Eddie was right. You couldn’t stop thinking about last night. The memory of his lips on yours, on your neck, on your chest, on your breasts. His touch everywhere, like the way you could still feel his hands on your hips while you sat on top of him, probably leaving bruises on either side of your hips, you didn’t dare to see, it would just add fuel to the fire that was your body right now.
The next morning you heard a knock on the door, when you opened to check who it was, the person entered your house before you could kick him out. Eddie, of course.
“Please, do come in” you joked.
“Sorry, but I wanted to talk to you, that’s why I didn’t call before, cause I knew you’d hung up”
“You should take the hint maybe”
“Please, just think about it! Give it another chance, Princess, we’re so good together” He walked closer to you.
“I-I don’t know, Eddie”
“Could you forget about last night? Like you said we should” he asked you.
“Well, it’s only been a day-“
“But could you forget about it for even a second of your day?”
“You’re so dramatic”
“Don’t change the subject, princess” he mocked, but he was right, again. And not only did you hate the fact that he was right, that you weren’t able to focus on anything else now, but also you hated the way you could feel your panties get wet at the sound of that nickname he just called you. And also, how pretty did he look begging before?
“You can’t stop thinking about it even now” he whispered and softly pulled you closer to him, really close. “Are you thinking about how this hickeys ended up here?” he made a path with the touch of his fingers from your neck to the valley of your breasts. “Or how my hands felt holding you again, touching you everywhere again? How they held you while you jumped on my cock again? And moaned into my mouth cause we couldn’t stop kissing? How deep I was inside of you and how fucking hot it was?”
He touched his lips with yours to give you time to pull back, but when you didn’t, he kissed you, slowly and passionate. One of his hands on the back of your neck and the other moved down to your ass while yours pulled his hair just how he likes it, he moans into your mouth. He bites you lower lip as he gives you his biggest smirk, you pull him down to you again and start making out with your guidance.
“Fuck” he moans as he pulls out of you and lays down next to you on the couch, both trying to catch your breaths.
“My god” you sigh and pass your fingers through your hair.
He looks at you and smiles. “You look so hot I could do this even one more time” he tries put you stop him.
“We’ve already came three times, give me a rest!” you laugh.
“See what I told you? We’re so good together”
“You sound so cheesy” you mock him and he laughs too. “We can keep doing it, but I don’t want anything romantic, not a relationship, just… two exes… enjoying…how good they are together” you find trouble trying to define whatever you wanted to be.
“Exes with benefits” he jokes.
“Yeah” you laugh.
Thanks to this new agreement with Eddie, you didn’t only get the mind-blowing sex, but also, this meant that you could hang out with the whole group again. In your relationship with Eddie, you became good friends with the kids and you had to admit that you missed them after the break up, but they were Eddie’s friends first and you had to respect that.
But now, when you were certain that neither you nor Eddie would be awkward hanging out, you decided to accept Steve’s invitation to join him taking the kids out for pizza. He had warned you that Eddie would be there too and you let him know that it didn’t matter.
He picked you up telling you that Eddie was in charge of picking the rest of the kids up.
“So, you sounded pretty sure over the phone when you told me that it didn’t matter to see Eddie again” he said keeping his eyes on the road.
“Yeah, don’t worry, I was gonna have to see him again eventually if I wanted to still hang out with you guys, and I felt that it was about time now” you lied.
“That’s really mature of you, I’m not used to that” he joked.
“You’re one to talk” you joked back.
“Hey!” you both laughed. “But you know, Eddie gave me a similar response when I asked him if it was ok to invite you”
“Oh, did he?”
“Yeah, he said that it was only fair since you haven’t seen the kids in a while and they miss you too”
“Ohhh, do they?” you changed the subject so he wouldn’t think about you and Eddie too much.
“Are you kidding? They’re always telling me that you were so much more fun than me” You laughed again.
When you got to there you had to wait a few minutes because obviously, this is Eddie we’re talking about and he’s always late, so after they all arrived, the boys gave you a big hug, it surprised you that Max also came along, she was secretly your favorite, and she knew that.
The night went on great for you, you never realized just how much you missed them until tonight. Obviously, you had to act a little distant towards Eddie, it had to seem believable.
But Eddie was not having his best night, not because you two had to act distant, but because the waiter you had tonight wouldn’t stop flirting with you, every single time he came over to table.
The first time he came to give you all the menu, he would only look at you while he talked, then when after he took your order he winked at you before leaving, he also asked for your name, but only yours! Not even anyone else’s at the table! But what was definitely too much for the evening was when he asked for your number.
It was when you all stoop up from the table and walked to the door.
“Oh, could I ask you just one thing before you leave?” he asked you.
“Yes, of course” you answered.
“Could I- ask for your number?” he said kind of nervous.
“Oh” you were surprised and of course all the group behind you heard, they were probably paying even more attention to the waiter’s question than you. “Sure, yeah”
Eddie could feel the stares of his friends while you wrote your number on a napkin for the other guy. It was indeed an awkward moment for him, but not for the reasons they thought. It wasn’t because his ex-girlfriend was giving her number to someone in front of him, but because his ex-girlfriend with benefits — as you had defined your relationship now — was giving someone else her number and he couldn’t do anything to stop you, not now nor later when you’re alone, he couldn’t just tell you that he was mad because of that, the agreement was: this is not a relationship, this is just fucking. So he just had to swallow all of his jealousy.
But he wasn’t the only one with this problem. It happened a few weeks after, Steve was going to a party some senior was throwing and invited you with Eddie, Robin and Nancy.
The night had started rather greatly, Eddie had come over to your house an hour before the party, said he wanted to "help you pick the outfit" but it was just his excuse to see you dressing and undressing and also modeling the outfits.
"I prefer the other dress, the black one" he gave his opinion from your bed, laid there watching you.
"Of course you like the black one better" you commented remembering that it's his favorite color.
"You look more metal" he joked. You laughed and took the dress off, you could feel his eyes staring at you, and you turned around and looked back at him.
"What?" you asked innocently.
"Come here" he whispered.
You walked to him with a smug smile and straddled him. "Hi"
"Hey, pretty girl" his hands start caressing your legs, thighs, hips, waist.
You lowered yourself on him and kissed him, his hands go to your ass and moves you. You can feel his hard-on through your underwear and through his pants.
"Eds, wait" you interrupted. "We don't have much time, I still have to get dressed and do my hair and make-up-"
"I'll be so quick, baby" He cuts you to then unbutton his pants and lowers them with his boxers, he moves your panties to the side and touches your cunt with one of his fingers. "Are you always this wet for me? Always ready for me to use you whenever I want?"
And you almost moan at his words, you nod your head and he laughs.
He passes the tip of his cock through your folds covering it with your slick. "Ready?"
"Yeah, please"
"Mmmh" he moans as he enters you slowly.
"Ohh" you moan when he is fully inside. He starts moving you up and down on his cock, guiding your movements and honestly that's exactly what you wanted right now, just him using you.
"Fuck, that's right baby, God, feels so good" he groans, you can't stop your moaning as he increases the speed, he grabs your hips and keeps you in place as he stars moving his pelvis up and down, thrusting into you.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, play with your clit, princess, do that for me please" he tells you and you obey. You throw your head back and moan his name amongst some other curses and nonsense.
"Yeah? Are you about to cum, baby?"
"Yes! Eddie!"
His breath begins to uneven even more than before as he enjoys the sight of you jumping on top of him, your tits bouncing in your black laced bra and you pretty face as you're cuming on his cock. He feels your walls clenching around him and that's enough to make him cum inside you, creaming all of your walls and filling you up, moaning and grunting your name.
You laid on top of him, your head on his chest and his hands holding you so you don’t fall, both breathing heavily.
“I’ll clean you up now so you can put on that pretty little black dress, and put on some make-up, maybe that red lipstick you know it’s my favorite, and then we can get going, right?” he asks, you nod your head not being able to form words just yet.
After you got cleaned-up and ready, you got in the car and drove there, when you arrived and walked in, you quickly greeted Nancy and Robin who were later joined by Steve.
You passed the first few hours doing shots and playing games, that’s how you ended celebrating with Robin because you had won a game of beer-pong against two other guys you didn't really know. Then you two walked back into the kitchen to pour yourselves another cup and went to the living room — where most people were. You were chatting and dancing with her when you saw Eddie at a corner of the room talking to a blonde girl, he was laying his back against the wall with her in front of him, smiling, laughing, and clearly flirting.
You tried to ignore them and the uncomfortable feeling in your belly this had caused you. Since you and Eddie aren't dating — you had made that very clear — you weren't going to let yourself suffer or let this give you any kind of reaction whatsoever. You kept dancing with Robin as if nothing happened but every time you glanced over at him again, you could see that they were much more closer that before and she had started to play with his hair while they kept laughing.
Fuck, there's that uncomfortable feeling again.
You wanted to go over there and push her from him, and then ask him what the fuck does he think he's doing. But then obviously, you didn't. You just drank some more until you were properly drunk and danced some more until Steve offered you and Robin a ride home. You didn't see Eddie again that night, luckily for you. Because when you woke up the next morning and started thinking about it again, you came to the conclusion that if you had seen him again while you were that drunk, you would have probably said something that you would now be regretting.
So luckily, you just woke up with a hungover, no regrets and decided that you weren't in any place to feel jealous, he had every right to flirt with others girls, even if it was right in front of you. It's too bad that you had declined the waiter’s offer to go out last Friday, but then again, he wasn't really your type, and you would only be doing that to get even.
Because of course this was all just an attempt to convince yourself that you didn't care what Eddie did outside of your little affair, and an attempt to make you stop thinking about the blond girl so close and touchy with him. But luckily, you were able to ignore that uncomfortable feeling in your gut for a little longer.
A few weeks after that, everything went back to normal for you both, or as much as normal it could be to be having an affair with your ex-boyfriend. So this weekend, after Eddie had told you that he was going to be busy, you invited your friends to sleep over.
"Did he really ask for your number?" you asked Nancy surprised.
"Even after I told him I have a boyfriend, he kept asking and asking"
"What a dick" Robin commented. "But for what I have heard, there's another one who's also having a lot of game lately" she said signaling to you.
"What are you on about now?" you asked her.
"Steve might have told me that a certain waiter flirted with you the whole night and then he asked for your number"
"Oh, god, he’s such a snitch!”
"Not only that, but the waiter even did all of this in front of Eddie" she finally said, Nancy gasped and your face went red.
"And you gave it to him?"
"What was I supposed to do? I can't say no, it would have been so awkward"
"For him! What does that have to do with you?"
"I don't know, it just felt weird"
"And Eddie didn't do anything?" Nancy asked.
"And what would he do? He's not her boyfriend anymore" Robin responded before you could.
"I don't know, it must have been weird for him" Nancy insisted.
"I think he's gotten over it at the party with that blonde girl who couldn't keep her hands off of him" you said before thinking about it, it just escaped off of your mouth. The girls looked at you with a funny expression and you got even redder. "Sorry, umm... should I get more ice-cream? I'll go downstairs to grab it" you quickly offered to change the subject.
What you weren't expecting, neither did the girls in your room, nor the boy climbing up your window to sneak into your room: was what ending up happening.
"Surpriiiii-" Eddie started before he could put his feet on the ground and turned around from your window.
He stopped when he saw that it wasn't you that was on the bed, and the girls who actually were there stared at him with surprise.
When you went upstairs to announce that you only had strawberry left, you were indeed surprised too.
"Hi..." Eddie said nervously when he saw you. "I- didn't know you had company"
"Wwwwhat is he doing here?" Robin asked amused.
"Umm, he's..." you tried while he looked at you as if asking you what to do. Only if you knew.
"Don't try to lie to us" Nancy warned.
"Fuck" you sighed and gave up.
"I'm sorry" Eddie said to you as if ignoring the other girls would make them disappear.
"What are you doing here anyways? You said you had plans" you asked getting angry.
"Jeff canceled, so I thought I could sneak in and surprise you?"
"It would have been very clever to call before!"
"Then it wouldn't be a surprise anymore"
"I didn't want a surprise-"
"Okaaaaay" Robin interrupted. "Stop fighting and explain yourselves"
"Uh, okay, we- are- ummm" you tried.
"Back together?" Nancy tried to help.
"No!" you quickly denied.
"No need to act so disgusted about it" He added.
"I'm not! It's just- what did you call us the other day?"
"Exes with benefits" he said and the girls looked as if they couldn't decide whether to be excited or to laugh at the situation.
"You're both idiots, that's what you are" Robin finally ended it. "Is he going to join us for the sleep over?" She asked you.
"Can I?" He asked you too.
"Ugh, fine" you sighed.
Of course you ended up explaining how it happened and of course you expected them to tell the rest of the group all about the news. What you didn’t know is what happened now, do you keep doing it but without hiding? That sounded a little too serious. So when Eddie met with you at your house again a few days after that, you knew you had to talk.
"Steve and Dustin already interrogated me" he announced.
"I know, Max and Lucas did the same to me" you told him. "I don't know Eddie"
"What?" he asked confused.
"How does this continue? What does this mean for us?"
"Does anything have to change?"
"I don't know... do you want it to change?"
He took a few seconds before answering, like he was debating something in his head.
"Alright, don't freak out, but this wasn't exactly what I wanted from the beginning" he confessed and you did in fact started to freak out.
"Wait, what?!"
"No, no, no, wait! I didn't mean it like that, I just- listen, when I first saw you again in that restaurant I got so fucking excited, I wanted to spend the rest of the night with you, cause if I didn't I got this feeling that I was going to regret it”
"But... you did spent it with me" you said confused.
"Do you remember that I told you that Gareth had stood me up, and that I called him to ask him?" you nodded. "I actually had called him to ask him to not come at all, he had told me that he was running late but I told him that you were in the restaurant too and you were alone and that if I didn't get a chance to talk to you again I would regret it my whole life"
It was your turn to take a few minutes to think, to take in this new information.
“And what do you actually want?”
"I want to get back together. I don't only want the sex. I want a relationship too" he admitted.
"And why did you agree if you knew that I didn't want that?"
"I thought I should take the opportunity, even if it wasn't completely what I wanted, it was still you. That and I was kind of hoping I could make you fall for me again"
You slowly shook your head wondering how you didn’t see this coming, it sounded so… Eddie.
"Could I?" he whispered.
"My God, Munson" you sighed. "You are unbelievable"
He softly smiled and suddenly you ran to him, jumping so he could catch you and take you in his arms. You stared at each other only to make yourself surer that this was the right decision. So then you softly grabbed his cheeks and kissed him.
And after the first news your friends got that you two were having an affair, came the second news that you were finally back together, and with that, a second interrogation from every one of your friends. But this time, they were sure you were doing the right thing.
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Fever Pitch
pairing: steve rogersxf!reader (any race)
wc: 4.6k
summary: After an accident at a hydra base, you and Steve have to come to terms with your dire situation or face the consequences.
warnings: sex pollen, smut, oral (f receiving), swearing, stressful situation, friends to lovers
a/n: Hello! This is my (late) entry for week 3 of @the-slumberparty :) And the one I got from the generator was sex pollen!! I have never written something like this before so I hope you guys like it lol
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The bunker is quiet as you examine the lab set-up. All the vials, chemicals, and files are labeled in Russian, so you snap some photos and send them to Bucky for translation. Somewhere in the distance, you hear gunfire, but you know Steve can handle his own. If he needs you, he’ll signal. The bunker is underground below the Hydra base you and Cap have been searching. You left the hatch open just in case you needed to get out quick. You don’t like being stuck.
“You there?” Bucky’s voice crackles through the comm in your ear.
“Yup. What am I lookin’ at, Barnes?” You flip through a few pages of a file, looking for literally anything in English.
“So this lab appears to be where they were developing different chemical weapons,” he explains, translating the labels and descriptions you’d sent him. As Bucky speaks, you find your attention being pulled to the far end of the lab desk. Beneath a pile of newspapers is a little glass vial filled with gray powder.
As you run the tube between your fingers, the powder seems to follow the heat of your skin, shimmering and practically moving.
Bucky’s voice continues to drone on and on in your ear, but you’re not listening. The sound of gunfire in the hallway above the lab sounds muted and far off. You can’t take your eyes off the glass vial in your fingers.
Something loud crashes behind you, and a second later, you’re on the ground. The vial slips from your fingers, but you don’t have time to wonder what the gray powder inside is. You don’t have time to think about the consequences of dropping it.
“Holy shit,” you grunt, trying to maneuver your hand to your gun holstered at your side. The thing that pushed you to the ground turns out to be Steve. His large body presses you into the concrete as an explosion sounds overhead. He covers you from any debris that falls through the entrance of the bunker.
Your heart pounds, but you smile at the way Steve looks down at you, blue eyes focused and intense.
“Language,” he replies, quirking an eyebrow at you. Steve’s teasing side is one that doesn’t come out often, but you love when it does. He’s always such a golden boy, perfect in every way, but when he’s giving other people a hard time, he feels so much more… real. It’s the real Steve coming out, not the version of him SHIELD wants.
“Sorry, Cap,” you say as you laugh. Once he deems it safe, Steve shifts off of you, then helps you to stand. Bucky asks for confirmation that the two of you are okay, and once you get the all-clear, you show Steve the little lab table. With the information Bucky gave you, you have a better understanding of what Hydra was working on when this base was active. As you’re showing him the chemicals, you find yourself looking for the little glass vial again.
Frowning, you check the floor around you, only to find debris and dust everywhere. There’s glass shattered beneath your boots, and when you crouch down, you find the little cork stopper. Your footprints tracked the shimmering powder across the concrete.
You stand, strangely upset about the loss of the vial. “There was this powder,” you explain, looking for more in the lab. “It was gray, and when it got close to the heat of my fingers, it was… attracted to it. It moved in the vial.” Steve crouches down and tries to examine the powder, running his fingers through it to investigate.
When you turn your attention back to the Captain, you find him on his knees, gazing up at you. Looking down at Steve is something you haven’t experienced before. The way his bright eyes shine in the dull light, the way his lips part, have your head spinning. Down on his knees in front of you, Steve looks softer. All those hard angles and sharp features look so much sweeter.
“Do you know what it was?” He asks, tilting his head.
“No,” you whisper, shaking your head. Something flashes in Steve’s eyes, but it’s gone a moment later. He stands, returning to his normal towering height, and you tilt your head to keep eye contact.
Steve sucks in a breath, his large chest expanding in his tactical gear. “We should get going.”
Even though you know you need to leave, you can’t help but feel conflicted. Steve must sense your apprehension because he steps behind you and guides you to the ladder. His hands hold your waist while you climb up the rungs, and the heat of his skin on yours sends fire licking through your veins.
As Steve guides you through the base, you feel your body temperature rising. He isn’t touching you anymore, but he’s just inches away. You’re itching for the contact, for his hands to be back on you.
“Got an update?” Bucky asks, probably antsy to hear about what you’ve found. The only reason you and Steve made the trek to the base was to learn more about the Winter Soldier program.
When Steve notices that you’re not going to respond, he updates Bucky for you. “We’re good, heading out of the base now. We’ll be back at the safehouse in about an hour. I’ll give you another update then.”
Even though you’re keeping up with Steve, even though you’re doing your best to act normal, he’s still giving you sideways glances. It’s like he can tell you feel feverish, that something has changed. You can’t stop staring at him. His muscles, the way he clenches his jaw.
Your thoughts swim with images of Steve during training, Steve pulling his tactical gear on before a mission, Steve toweling off after a run.
It’s not like you’ve never thought about Steve that way… you’d be lying if you said it’s never crossed your mind. After working with Steve for the past few years, it’s practically been inevitable that you’d develop feelings for Mr. America.
But it’s never been this intense, this… desperate. It’s like your feelings have been amped up to 1,000. Every breath smells of him; everywhere you look, you see his face.
You finally make it outside and practically sprint to the car hidden in the woods near the base. Steve runs after you, catching up in an instant due to his super-soldier speed, but he doesn’t ask you what’s wrong.
By the time you’re back at the safehouse, you feel like you’re dying. Your blood is hot, coursing through your veins and pulsating between your thighs. The entire ride, you tried your best not to rub your legs together to alleviate the feeling, but you’re not sure you did a very good job.
Steve does a sweep of the safehouse, leaving you in the car. The second he shuts the door, you let out a long, low moan. The air in the car smells overwhelmingly of Steve’s cologne, woodsy but sweet. It invades your nostrils, fills your lungs, and nearly sends you over the edge.
Your fingers fly to the zipper on the back of your suit, tugging it down and pulling your arms from the sleeves. It’s not quite spring, there’s still snow on the ground, but you welcome the chill of the air on your heated skin.
By the time you have your suit around your waist, Steve gives you the signal that the safehouse is clear. You clamber out of the car and into the house, not bothering to shut the door behind you.
“Are you okay?” Steve asks as you shove your suit down your legs and kick it away from you. In your shorts and athletic t-shirt, you feel only a shred of relief from the heat. The material of your clothes is thin, made to help you regulate your temperature, but it’s not helping. Not nearly enough.
“I think I have a fever or something,” you groan, finding your way into the kitchen. The safehouse is a simple one-story home in a farming town near the base, and it’s stocked with everything you and Steve could need if you were stuck here for a prolonged period of time.
You dig through the cabinets looking for fever medication and pop a few of them, chugging a glass of water. You lean against the counter, dropping your head as you take deep breaths. Your heart feels like it’s about to burst through your chest with how fast it’s beating.
Steve’s feet appear in your vision, and you drag your eyes up his figure. He’s still in his tactical suit. It’s fitted perfectly to him, sculpted to his muscular mountain of a body. When you finally reach his eyes, concern is written all across his face. He steps closer and places a hand on your forehead.
“You’re burning up,” he whispers, letting his hand cup your jaw. You lean into his palm, loving the way his calloused skin feels against your cheek. Just having him this close, having him touch you, brings you so much relief. But it’s not enough. It’s nowhere near enough.
You bite back a moan as his fingers brush down your jaw to your neck, feeling your pulse. “How have you not passed out yet?” he asks, furrowing his brow. “I need to call this in.” You whine at the loss of his touch when he pulls away. He comes back a moment later and holds his phone out, pressing the speaker button.
“Did you touch anything in that lab?” Bucky asks, voice tense. It’s a struggle to formulate the words. With Steve so close but not touching you, your brain feels like it’s scrambled.
“No, don’t think so,” you reply, clenching your hands into fists. Your fingernails dig crescent moons into your palms.
“Well, think harder. I need to know.” Steve watches you carefully, but you can tell he’s running through his memories in search of an answer.
“I don’t know, Bucky,” you whimper, a new wave of heat rushing to your belly. Steve steps closer again and places a hand on your arm. Goosebumps jump up on your skin. “Fuck,” you whisper.
You can tell it takes effort for Steve not to chide you about your language, but in the end, his concern for you wins out. “What about that vial?” he asks, thumb brushing up and down your arm.
“What vial is he talking about?” Bucky practically shouts.
“It was this tiny glass vial with gray powder in it,” you explain, voice tight. “I didn’t open it, but I dropped it, and it broke open.” You hear Bucky typing and a moment later, cursing under his breath.
“I’m gonna send you a picture. Tell me if this is what you saw.” Steve’s phone pings, and he shows you the photo. The gray powder looks identical to what you saw in the vial.
“Yeah, this looks the same.”
“Did it react to your touch? To heat?” Steve’s fingers curl around your arm, giving it a comforting squeeze, but all it does is make you throb all over. You want his fingers somewhere else, squeezing something else.
“Yes.”
“Shit. Sorry, I know, language, but shit.” Steve squeezes your arm harder.
“What’s wrong, Buck?” He asks, starting to pull the phone away from you.
“This stuff is bad, Steve,” Bucky says, worry seeping into his words. “If you two were in there together, you’re going to start feeling it soon too. It’s probably only delayed because the serum is fighting it off as best it can.”
“Feeling what?” Steve asks, eyes flicking between you and the phone.
Bucky pauses, probably finding a delicate way to break the news to Steve. If you didn’t feel like your heart was about to explode from your chest, you’d probably find it funny. “Aroused,” Bucky ends up saying. “So aroused that you feel like the only way you’ll survive is to… get it out of your system.”
Steve nearly drops the phone. He stares at you and releases your arm, taking a step back. You ache to feel his skin on yours again. Without it, you can barely stay standing. You sink to the floor, crouching low. The seam of your shorts digs into your panties, providing only a sliver of relief.
“Get it out of my system,” Steve states in disbelief. His voice is low and gruff, and it sends a pang of need through you. You fist the fabric of your shorts. Images of Steve’s hands gliding into the waistband, pressing down just where you need him, flood your mind.
You can practically feel his calloused fingers dipping into your panties, rubbing circles into your clit while he kisses your neck, covering you in marks. It takes everything in you not to reach down and just do it yourself.
“And what if we don’t,” Steve asks, running his hand through his hair. “Get it out of our systems, I mean.”
Bucky takes a long moment before responding. “You’ll be in too much pain,” he says. “Steve, you might survive, but I’m not so sure about–” Steve abruptly cuts off Bucky, but you already heard.
“Fuck or die,” you whisper to yourself. You laugh at the thought, scaring Steve. He watches you with wide eyes as you giggle to yourself.
Your heart is tight in your chest, constricting so much that you’re surprised it’s still beating. The feeling that’s settled in your belly, the one that makes every brush of your panties against your clit feel torturous, can only be described as need. But it’s so much more than that… how does Steve not feel it?
Steve keeps talking to Bucky, but you don’t hear any of it. Your blood is rushing in your ears, and the only thing you can think about is the way Steve’s gear is beginning to strain around his dick. Your mouth waters, more like floods, and you know that if you don’t get away from him this second, you’ll pounce.
Even though it feels like you’re going to die as you do it, you push yourself up and bolt out of the room. You stumble into a bedroom blindly, throwing the door closed behind you before you toss yourself onto the bed. The sheets are cool against your burning skin, and you waste no time tugging your shorts off and pulling your shirt up over your head.
Your clothes stick to you, but you manage to rid yourself of every scrap, leaving you naked and heaving on the bed. In an instant, your fingers are between your thighs. You’ve never been this wet before, never wanted to come so badly before. It’s pornographic, the way you’re touching yourself, but you can’t hold back.
For a second, you worry you’re being too loud, but the thought is washed away by your impending orgasm. It’s so close you can practically taste it, but as you begin to crest over the edge, it fades. Instead of satisfying you, all the orgasm accomplished was making you feel somehow worse.
You don’t even startle when you hear a knock on the door. “Are you okay?” Steve asks. You know he’s blushing; you don’t need to see him. He’s always so shy about this stuff. You don’t even know if he’s dated before. He’s a closed book.
“No,” you whimper, circling your clit with your middle finger. Normally, you’d be too sensitive after coming, but it’s like it never happened. You could easily go again, and again, and again…
“Are– are– are you decent?” You groan out a laugh. It’s adorable.
“No.” Your orgasm builds again, and this time you use your other hand to press two fingers inside of yourself. You can’t reach the spot you need to hit, but the fullness is nice. It’s still not enough. The second you fall over the edge, the pleasure is gone. No relief, just endless, relentless want.
“I’m gonna come in,” Steve tells you. For a moment you consider pulling the sheets over yourself, but the thought of being trapped under the stifling sheets makes you cry out.
The door opens, the light of the hallway flooding in, and you take in the sight of Steve. His suit is unzipped down to his waist, revealing his white shirt that is plastered to his chest. It shows off every muscle, the dip of his waist. He looks disheveled. His face is flushed, but it’s different than when he comes back from a tough workout. He looks like a predator.
The way his eyes roam over you is full of heat and danger.
“Steve,” you whimper. He’s beside the bed a second later, chest heaving as he takes you in. “Please, Steve, it’s not working,” you babble, clutching the sheets beside you. “Nothing’s helping!”
“Bucky says you could die,” he whispers, clenching his fists. He battles with something internally, though you’re not sure what. “This isn’t the way I wanted it to happen.” You don’t have time to think about it because he’s kissing you. He holds your face in his hands and kisses you lifeless, breathless. The feeling of his lips on yours is like a salve, soothing some of your achings.
He pulls away only to push his suit down the rest of the way, revealing his tented shorts. He’s back on you in a second, and your fingers find the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over him. You know Steve always runs a little warm due to the serum, but he’s burning up just like you. The feeling of his skin pressed against yours is heaven, but you still need more.
“Oh my god, Steve,” you murmur as he kisses your neck. He’s being gentle, too fucking gentle considering the circumstances. “I need more, please. I need more.” Steve nods into your neck and moves his hands to your breasts.
His large hands cup you perfectly, palming you. His fingers find your nipples, and he toys with them, playing you like a fiddle as you writhe beneath him. Your hips grind against his dick, and he groans into you. It’s a sound you’ve never heard from him but one you’ve craved long before tonight.
“You’re killing me,” he moans, driving his hips against yours. You run your fingers down his back, scratching into those beautiful muscles, and pull him closer.
“I need you, Steve.” Your voice comes out a whine, but Steve knows you’re in pain. He knows how much this is hurting both of you. He kisses you again before ridding himself of his shorts and briefs.
Steve Rogers is built like a god. Like a mountain. In all his naked glory before you, he is a thing of beauty. For a moment, the noise in your head fades, and the severity of this moment comes into focus.
How long have you pined after Steve? How long have you wanted to tell him what you feel about him?
This isn’t how I wanted it to happen.
It’s not how you want it to happen either, but maybe after all of this is over, you can fix things.
“I don’t feel like I can control myself right now,” Steve tells you, bringing you back to the situation at hand. His fist is wrapped around his cock, and he pumps it slowly, though you can tell it takes effort.
“I feel the same way,” you say, attempting to comfort him. His brows are knit together with focus, but he nods.
“Do you know if there are condoms anywhere?” he asks, somehow blushing harder. You shake your head, so Steve digs through the bedside table, then the cabinet in the bathroom, but comes up with nothing.
“I get the shot, and I’m clean,” you tell him, voice tight. Pain radiates through your body, making your toes curl.
“I’m clean.” As the words pass his lips, he climbs onto the bed. He settles between your legs, sitting back on his heels as he drinks in the sight of you. Your eyes devour him right back, eating up his muscular body, following the trail of his abs to his dick. He’s big, bigger than anything you’ve ever taken before, and you shudder at the thought of how he’ll stretch you.
Your fingers grip the bed sheets, and you twitch just thinking about his dick. It sets something off in Steve; it’s like a switch flipped. He ducks his head down and takes your nipple into his mouth, one of his hands drifting down your body. His calloused skin scrapes against you, and you writhe beneath him. His fingers reach your clit, and he toys with it, tight quick circles that work you up, while his teeth graze your nipple. He nips at the skin around your breast, soothing each mark with his tongue, and the want that’s coiled in your belly seems to wind tighter.
He sinks lower, tongue tasting your skin as he descends until your legs rest on his shoulders and his lips are hovering over you. His breath is hot on your sensitive skin, and you do your best not to buck your hips.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he practically whispers before dipping down and dragging his tongue through your arousal. You burn at his words, grinding against his face. You’re past the point of being shy or embarrassed. He knows what you want. What you need.
“Steve,” you moan. The sound of his name on your lips sounds downright pornographic, and it spurs him on. He brings you right to the edge and grazes his teeth over your clit, sending you right over. This time, when you come, it feels so much better than when you’d been doing it to yourself. It only provides you a second of relief before the need returns.
Steve holds your legs apart, and his tongue darts out, licking his lower lip. You pant as you watch him sit up. He strokes his cock a few times before running the tip along your pussy. He collects your arousal, knocking your clit with his dick.
You can tell he feels conflicted. You don’t want him to regret this, to feel bad. “Stevie,” you whisper, pushing yourself up. Your body screams at you not to waste time, but this is more important. “Can I tell you something?”
He nods, searching your eyes.
“I know it might sound stupid, but I’ve had a crush on you for forever,” you admit, trying not to drop his gaze. His lips part as he sucks in a breath. “I didn’t know how to tell you, and I didn’t want to live with you rejecting me.”
He shakes his head, “I wouldn’t have rejected you,” he whispers. “I’ve had feelings for you for a long time.” You grin at his words and lean forward, pressing a kiss to his abdomen.
“This isn’t how I wanted any of this to happen,” you say, echoing his earlier statement. “But I know you’ll take care of me. You’ll keep me safe. I wouldn’t want anyone else here with me.” Steve’s expression softens, and he leans down to kiss the top of your head.
“That’s right,” he says, guiding you to lie back down. “I’m gonna take real good care of you.” His words take on a possessive growl as he lines himself up with your pussy. He raises his eyebrows at you, silently asking if you’re ready.
“Please, Steve, please,” you beg. He pushes into you in one brutal thrust, stretching you around his length. You let out a guttural moan, and he starts moving.
“Shit,” he grunts through gritted teeth. “You’re so tight, baby.”
“Language,” you moan, earning you a slap to your inner thigh. Steve’s pace is punishing, his thrusts deep, and you feel him everywhere. His hands grip your hips, your breasts, your legs, anywhere he can get his hands on.
His focus is entirely on you, on bringing you right up to your peak. You’re so sensitive that it doesn’t take much to send you over the edge. Steve moans when you come and repositions you so your face is in the mattress and your ass is in the air.
When he pushes into you again, you feel him even deeper this time. The slam of his hips against your ass, his fingers digging into your hips, it’s almost too much. You crest again, chanting Steve’s name into the sheets.
It feels like it lasts forever, but you can’t get enough. Steve whispers words of encouragement to you, but they’re laced with a filth you hadn’t expected from him.
Doing so good for me, baby. Squeezing me so tight. You look so perfect taking my dick.
It’s only after you’ve come down from your 6th orgasm, does your fever start to break. Steve has only come twice (only! You have no idea how he’s been able to keep going… must be the serum), but you can tell he’s getting worn out.
At some point, he’d pulled you to the edge of the bed so he could stand between your legs. Your ankles are hooked around his neck now, and you’re a puddle in his hands.
His fingers come up to touch your face, and he smiles. “Your fever is gone,” he tells you, slowly thrusting inside of you. “How do you feel?” You’re not sure you’ll even be able to speak, but you try anyways.
“So good,” you whisper. “So good, Stevie.” He leans down, bending you in half, and kisses you softly. He tugs your lower lip between his teeth before pulling back a bit.
“Perfect.” He stays where he is with you bent in half and picks up his pace. Still, you can tell he’s already close to finishing again. He comes on a low groan that resonates through your whole body. You tilt your head up to kiss him again, and finally, that panicky need fades.
Steve pulls out of you gently, and you drop your head onto the mattress. Your body tingles all over, and you feel like you’re about to float away until you feel his tongue teasing your clit.
“Stevie,” you whimper while you try and fail to wiggle away.
“Please,” he whispers against your pussy. “You can give me another one, can’t you, baby? For me, please?” He licks your sensitive flesh with each word, begging you for just one more. And even though you’re sensitive, you don’t want to say no.
Your fingers release the sheets and trail down to Steve’s head, where you tangle them in his hair. He understands what you’re asking. His tongue dips lower, licking up where his cum is leaking out of you and he pushes it back inside. He tastes every inch of you, soothing the soreness that is slowly starting to creep in. Your fingers tug his hair, guiding him to where you need him most, and he lets you.
The noises Steve makes as he eats you out are what put you over the edge one final time, and he laps it up eagerly. He presses kisses to the insides of your thighs before standing. You’re barely conscious as he carries you into the other bedroom and cleans you up.
As you’re beginning to fall asleep and he’s tucking you in, you hear his whispered words. “I’ll always be here to keep you safe. I’ll always take care of you.” Steve climbs into the bed and pulls you to his chest. He kisses your forehead, and you succumb to the warmth of sleep.
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All The Things Love Could Be
Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 671 WC
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Warnings: Astarion trying to be manipulative, waltzing, drinking, soft Astarion, brief mention of Cazador
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“On my honor, the only thing on my mind is depraved carnal lust.” Astarion said with confidence.
You smiled softly, “Liar.”
Astarions face dropped, “Excuse me?”
He sounded offended.
You softly took two goblets from the table and gingerly poured a sweet red wine for you both.
“I think you forget these tadpoles connect us. I know you use sex as a manipulative tactic… but I also know that’s not your fault. I’m so sorry Cazador used you like that… for so long.” you said, passing one of the goblets to Astarion before taking a swig of your own. “Don’t get me wrong, you are beautiful, and I can’t deny the feelings I have for you, but I won’t use you. Not like that, not ever. If you want something you need but ask, you don’t have to repay me using sex. You don’t have to repay me period. Helping you makes me happy, that’s all I need.”
You looked into Astarion’s eyes and they were so soft, looking closer you could see tears brimming in his eyes. He was speechless, a rare thing for him to be.
You smiled at him softly, stepping closer to him. He looked down at you, tears finally falling. You raised your hand to his face, gently brushing the tears away with your thumb before tilting his chin up ever so slightly so his eyes met yours. He searched your gaze before letting out a cough. Staggering back, he let his hand caress your arm until it softly held your hand. You gave it a soft squeeze, letting him know you were there for him.
“I don’t recall the last time somebody turned me down for sex.” He paused, “I… um… thank you.” he said with an air of disbelief about him. He regained his seductive facade in no time. Turning away from you and sauntering off into the depths of the tiefling party. You watched him go.
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The night dragged on and sleep eluded you. Only a few remained awake at this hour. The drunk bard continued to play soft melodies. You sat near the fire, watching the flames dance and sputter, crackling with life. Astarion sat next to you gently, you hadn’t even heard him walk up.
“Hey.” you said softly, unsure how he would be around you after what you said earlier.
“Hello little love.” he said, sounding surprisingly sincere.
You started swaying back and forth, the bard played a waltz you knew all too well. You may not have been royalty before this ordeal but you were… highly refined for your station as a lower noble. Your parents insisted. Astarion chuckled watching you. He set his bottle of wine down, standing. He bowed before offering you his hand. Your eyes gleamed, you had missed this bit of normalcy. Astarion danced you around slowly, gently. A dance with a well acquainted partner was always easy and smooth. He spun you away from him before pulling you back and dipping you. The music faded and your little moment with it. He pulled you back so you were standing. He kissed the back of your hand.
“Thank you for the lovely dance.” you said, smiling widely. You hesitated for a moment before throwing caution to the wind. Your hands rested on his shoulders as you gave him a brief peck on the cheek.
“Thank you… for everything.” he said, his round eyes making a rare appearance. He walked you to your tent, holding your hand the whole way. “Goodnight little love, sleep well.” he squeezed your hand before walking to his own tent.
You smiled as you settled in for the night. You could never hurt him, but maybe you could show him love didn’t have to be rough. It didn’t have to be lust and self degradation. It could be sweet. It could be kind and gentle. You wanted to show him, and in time, if he consented to it - you would be happy to show him all the things love could be.
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To be Claimed - NSFW version
Hello friends! I found these marriage prompts by @brainbright for our favorite batchers! I immediately felt they struck gold and pushed this fic out in 12 hours.
I have two versions of this fic: a sfw and a nsfw. The sfw one ends before the smut begins so if you want to avoid smut, I'll link the SFW one here.
CW: brief violence, mention of misogyny, revealing of feelings, idiots in love. Unprotected sex, PiV, light gagging, oral (M! receiving), fingering, clit play, aftersex cuddles.
Hunter x reader
Word count: 3100
Enjoy!!
You didn’t expect the mission to go as it did, but all of you were alive. That’s what mattered to you. Hunter, Echo, Wrecker and Tech were all alive and Omega was safe at Cid’s. That’s all you could ask for.
Cid came to you with a new mission. In exchange for some pure spice, you and your Batch were to offer protection for a week to a leader from this backwater planet. The culture was rather archaic. Women were subservient and silent, to be seen and not heard and the men handled everything. Being on that planet made you grateful to have grown up on Naboo. You were in the same classes as Padme Amidala, or Naberrie as you knew her. You were quite a bit younger than her though. She excelled in her politics and academics, while you were more a physical girl. You would rather settle a fight with your fists than words.
You made the decision to keep your helmet on the whole time you were on this planet. Tech modified your armour to give you more protection on your chest and midsection, so your gender wasn’t obvious to others as it was to your squad. You were grateful for the voice modulator. It deepened your voice a bit, so it just sounded like you were effeminate man.
You were protecting the leader of this community for a week from some assassin. You didn’t know which assassin was after the leader, but you knew there were more bounty hunters around trying to lure you away from the leader. They’d threaten locals to make you distracted. So, you and Tech were stationed with the leader, while Echo, Hunter and Wrecker took care of the other troublemakers. As you waited for the all clear to move the chief from Hunter, you and Tech conversed quietly.
“You are certainly mistaken. There is nothing going on between Phee and I.”
Rolling your eyes, you pointed out that Phee flirted with him constantly with every encounter you had with the pirate.
“Tech, she calls you Brown Eyes at every opportunity! She pays more attention to you than any of us! She’s clearly into you.”
Glancing up at you from his datapad, Tech shook his head. “Regardless, I have no interest in pursuing Phee romantically. Not when I have the squad to look out for.”
That was the one thing you loved and admired about Tech. He’d sacrifice everything for his family without question or hesitance. You only hoped he wouldn’t get himself killed protecting everyone.
“Alright boys let’s move the bird out!” you heard Hunter through the comms.
You lightly pulled the chief to his feet as Tech told him it was time to move. Tech pulled up the rear as you held the lead, blaster in hand. You shot at every bounty hunter you saw, hoping to deter others from trying anything.
As you rounded a corner, you nearly met your fate at the end of a blaster barrel. You paused, looking at the blue skinned woman in front of you. You recognized her deadlocked ponytail and single antenna and clocked that Aurra Sing was in front of you.
“Well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise,” she sneered. “My target handed to me on a silver platter by two clones.”
You pushed the blaster away from your face. “Sing. I should’ve smelled your disgusting perfume from atmosphere,” you hissed.
Chuckling, Aurra took aim at you again. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll make sure I’m the last thing you see before you die.”
“Like kark!” You pushed her aside, pinning her to the garden wall, shouting at Tech to move. If someone was gonna die, it was gonna be Aurra Sing. The bounty hunter took far too much from you during the clone war and so you had a little vendetta.
She kneed you in the torso, causing you to be winded for a moment. You immediately swung back, clocking her in her nose. As she backed away holding her nose, you kicked her head, bending her antenna.
Aurra became furious, lunging at you and pinning you to the ground on your back. You gritted your teeth, pushing her off as best you could but she had the advantage. Aurra took your viroblade from its sheath and moved it to your neck. As it dug closer to your jugular, you thought of your squad and how you’d miss them if you didn’t push her off.
Blaster shots rang out from your right, causing Aurra to pause in her assault on you. You turned your head, seeing Hunter and Wrecker firing at the assassin. Aurra quickly got off you and bolted, firing back at your boys.
Eventually, another bounty hunter picked Aurra up from your pursuit of her. You fired your blaster again at the small ship, hoping to bring it down but she escaped again. You prayed someone would take her out one day.
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You and the boys were celebrated as heroes and offered a feast in compensation. Never one to turn down a way to keep Wrecker full, you all gladly accepted. There was music and dancing and singing, in a way you’d never seen before. Sure, you had had parades on Naboo but nothing this extravagant. There were colours of red, blue, turquoise, orange and many more. You were carried on these little mini beds by some locals. You and Echo sat side by side, admiring all the colours and festivities.
“So, you gonna say something to Hunter? Once we’re back on the ship?” he murmured into your comm channel.
You looked at him through your helmet. You almost regretted telling Echo about your feelings toward your sergeant. Sure, there was nothing to stop you now from fraternising with squad mates, but the gods know there was something stopping you from revealing your feelings.
“Depends on how the rest of this goes. There’s always chaos to follow us so I’m just waiting for it to reveal itself.”
Reveal itself it did. As soon as you were all seated the leader gave a speech in their native tongue before gesturing to you to eat. You removed your helmet for the first time in days, grateful to breathe fresh air and eat fresh food. A collective gasp rung out from everyone except you and the boys, confusing you as you took small bites.
The leader and the elders look furious, yelling at you in their language. You were scared and confused, looking to Tech for an explanation.
Tech put his helmet back on and translated quickly, fearing the worst for your safety.
“Apparently, they are accusing us. We deceived them into thinking we were all men. According to tradition, all women of marrying age who step foot in the chief’s house, as we did early this week, are automatically married to him unless they are already claimed. Since you are of marrying age and do not seem to be claimed, he claims you as his wife.”
As Tech finished his translation, you were yanked from your seat and dragged through the seating to be thrown at the chief’s feet. You yelled and screamed, begging the boys to help you. They did, but not in the way you had expected. You almost wanted to face palm.
“She is claimed though!” Wrecker yelled out, looking to Echo for support.
Echo nodded, playing along. “Yes, she’s claimed by our Sergeant! They were wed last year!”
The leader looked from you to Hunter and back. Spitting out another question, Tech translated, going along with this idea. “He asked why we didn’t reveal that upon arrival. Why such deception?”
Echo looked to Hunter, who was both furious and concerned for your wellbeing, and tilted his head almost to say, ‘do something!’. Hunter was shocked at the turn of events but over his dead body you stay here as some archaic cultures wife. He came up to you and pulled you up to your feet. Pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, he pulled you closer. You nuzzled into his chest, fearing for your life. You had no idea this culture was that antiquated. Hunter brought his hand to your head and started to gently stroke your hair, making it look like a husband consoling his wife.
“We didn’t want to put the other in danger. Should anyone find out we were wed, they would use it against us. We never meant to deceive you.” Hunter had Tech translate.
Hunter led you to the seat next to him. “You okay with this?” he whispered.
You smiled weakly, hating that this was the improvised plan the boys chose. “I kind of have to be, don’t I? You sure you’re okay with playing husband?”
Hunter took your hand, kissing your knuckles gently. He could feel the leader’s anger at him and at you, so he laid the lovesickness on thick. Pulling you closer, kissing your temple, holding your hand and much more. You were blushing like crazy, wanting nothing more than this to be real. Gods you wanted this to be real. Hunter was so good at being loving. You wished more than anything that this was real, and you really were married.
As the festivities settled back into joyous ruckus, the boys encouraged you and Hunter to move into a private area so you could discuss things a bit more. You needed to make things convincing if you were to get out of there as one squad. You didn’t really want to leave the other three, but Hunter agreed it would make it look like you finally had some alone time as husband and wife. Shifting from one foot to the other, you reluctantly agreed to follow Hunter away from the celebration.
Hunter led you to secluded clearing, a short walk from the tents of the settlement. You sat on the ground, not facing him. He sat next to you, listening quietly to your heartbeat. You did not want to make the first move. You had no idea what to say!
Smiling, Hunter pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You froze a second but relaxed into his hold. Taking a breath, you finally spoke.
“I’m gonna kill Echo. I should never have told him about my feelings for you.”
Chuckling, Hunter squeezed your shoulders. “You really thought you could hide those from me? I can feel your heartbeat, I can smell your scents, and I certainly read your body language well enough.”
You froze again. You were a complete nong! Of course, Hunter could tell! He could feel the electromagnetic pulses from a base halfway across the planet! He would obviously be able to tell you had feelings.
Pursing your lips, you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
He shrugged one shoulder. “Figured you’d say something when you felt the time was right. Didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
Laughing, you elbowed his ribs gently. “Well, you failed at that! I’m so embarrassed.”
Smiling and laughing with you, Hunter let his head fall to meet yours gently. “You wouldn’t have had to worry about rejection. The others have known about my feelings since you joined us back in the Clone War. Didn’t want to endanger you by risking fraternisation.”
Your heart was ready to burst out of your chest. The man you had held feelings for, all this time wanted you just as much! Leaning in, you brushed your lips lightly over his, letting him control the rest. You could feel your heart beating harshly in your chest, and you knew Hunter could feel it too.
Hunter, softly took your chin and pulled you back to his lips, giving you a fiercer kiss than what you gave him. It felt amazing, to finally have his lips caress yours in a way you’d only had imagined prior to today. His were slightly chapped yet soft, pressing to yours softly as you keened for more.
Hunter pulled you onto his lap, having you straddle his hips to have a better angle to kiss you. His hands met your hips, lightly pulling you down to meet his pelvis. Your kisses eventually became heated, as your hands pulled at his chest plate, wanting it off.
Moving to your neck, leaving little kisses and bruises, Hunter whispered into your skin, “Should we head back to the ship?”
Smiling, you pulled his hair lightly to bring his lips back to yours. “Oh, kriff yes!”
Hunter smirked, lifting you up from the ground. You wrapped your legs around his torso so you wouldn’t fall.
You let your legs drop, so you could run to the ship. You pulled Hunter along, you both laughing the whole 5 minutes to the ship. Hunter captured your lips once again as you walked up the gangplank. Your brain was turning to mush, and you quickly locked the ship down, lest one of the boys return before getting your message.
Hunter kissed down your neck, deftly pulling your breastplate off, letting it fall to the floor. One by one, armour came off and blacks were slipped off. Your breastband was left on as Hunter laid you onto his bunk. His large hands moved up and down your body, almost as if he was trying to memorize what your skin felt like. He leaned down, capturing your lips once again, caressing your skin before hooking your leg over his hip. He rolled his hips into your pelvis, creating friction for you against your clit.
You let out a moan, so sinful Hunter could’ve cum right there. His hands moved up to your breasts, pulling the band up and off. Kneading your left breast, his mouth descended onto your right. Tongue circling your nipple, causing gasps and moans to escape your mouth. He was so talented with his mouth. How was he so talented with his mouth? In all your time with the Batch they never brought a single woman back. How was he so good?
One hand left your breast and travelled down to your clit. Hunter gently pressed one finger against it before circling it. Your back arched off the bed, begging for more. Chuckling, Hunter removed his fingers, licking them clean of your juices.
“You don’t think I’d let you come that easy?”
Whining, you pulled him closer to you again, wanting to feel him close to you again. You kissed him hard, flipping the two of you over so you straddled him. Your hand slid up from his neck into his hair, pulling his bandana from his head. You tied it back around your neck, just loose enough you could put it in your mouth if needed.
Hunter smirked, loving the image of his bandana in your mouth. Groaning, he felt your hand caress his cock. Deftly, up, and down but never actually wrapping your hand around. You were teasing him, just as he teased you. You took it a step further, slowly sliding off him until you knelt on the cold metal floor of the Marauder. Hunter sat up, confused until he felt your hand caress him again. Only this time, he felt something warm and wet. Your tongue had felt up from the base and circled around his tip. He was in heaven, feeling your skilled mouth on his. You always had a smart mouth, but dear gods had he known your other skill sets sooner, he would’ve told the GAR to kriff themselves and take you for himself.
Sucking softly, you bobbed your head, wanting to give Hunter all the pleasure he deserved. His hand slid into your hair, gripping by your scalp causing a little moan to come out of you. His hips started to thrust gently into the back of your throat, groans turned into soft grunts, and he quickly pulled you off him.
You looked up, wondering if you had hurt him at all but he quickly pulled you up into a kiss.
“If you had done that anymore, I would’ve come down your throat,” he growled.
“Maybe that was my plan,” you smirked.
He threw you back onto the bunk, finally having enough teasing. He crawled back on top of you, kissing fiercely. He pulled up and grasped his throbbing cock. He rubbed some of your arousal on before slowly pushing into you. You cried out in ecstasy, so loud Hunter pulled the bandana from your neck into your mouth. It was a good look for you he decided.
He slowly started to thrust in and out, relishing in how you felt around him. Warm and soft, yet you clenched around him so sweetly. You had no idea how much pleasure you’d be in but all you knew was you were on another place of pleasurable existence. You met each one of his thrusts, feeling a delicious friction against your clit. You felt that knot in your belly growing tighter and tighter, the heat between your legs growing hotter and hotter.
You could tell Hunter was getting close as well. His hips were starting to stutter but he didn’t stop. His hand travelled down to your clit and rubbed furiously. The overstimulation causing that band inside to snap and break. You saw white behind your eyes, pulling Hunter in for a kiss.
His hips stuttered once more, and you felt warmth coat your insides. Hunter collapsed on top of you, careful not to squish you with his body weight. You both stayed like that for a moment before he rolled off you. He pulled you into his side, relishing in your closeness. Humming in contentment, you snuggled closer, wrapping your leg over one of his.
Hunter absentmindedly caressed you shoulder with his fingers, loving the feeling of you next to him.
“You think the others got our message yet?”
You chuckled. “I’d be surprised if Tech did not get our message. He never takes his eyes off his datapad.”
“Very true… Wanna go again?”
You smiled against his chest. “In a minute. I just want to lay here a moment.”
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Echo was watching Wrecker show off his strength to some locals when all their comms beeped with a message from Hunter.
You might wanna avoid the Marauder for a few hours. We have some more things to discuss ;)
Groaning, Echo settled in for the night in his seat, waiting for Wrecker to switch weights until they got a comm, saying your “talk” was finished.
“It was only a matter of time,” Tech reasoned. “They’ve been pining for years now.”
Echo grimaced, knowing Tech was correct. This was gonna be a long night.
I hope you enjoyed it! Hopefully my writing is a bit better than last time!
As always, criticism is welcome as long as it's kind and constructive.
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The Tattoo
Summary: You scheduled a tattoo appointment for yourself, Bly is hurt that you won’t tell him what you’re getting a tattoo of.
Pairing: Commander Bly x F!Reader
Word Count: 1271
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: I love Bly. So much. More people should write for him.
You open the door to your apartment, and sigh when Bly breezes past you and settles himself at your kitchen table. “Hello to you too,” You call into the house as you shut the door and follow him into your kitchen.
Carelessly, you drop into the chair across from him.
Bly has a small smile on his face as he leans across the table, “You’re breaking my heart, cyar’ika.” The familiar nickname falls from his lips easily, it’s a shame that you don’t speak a lick of Mando’a and it’s even more of a shame that no one will tell you what it means.
You roll your eyes, “It’s a tattoo, Bly. It’s not like I’m moving to Tatooine to start a new life as a moisture farmer.”
“Yeah, but, not only did I have to find out about this from my brothers,” He says pointedly, “You won’t tell me what you’re getting a tattoo of. So. Heart broken.”
“Oh, come on. You’re covered in tattoos.” You point out as you gesture, vaguely, towards the golden tattoos flowing down his arms, and peeking out from the collar of his shirt.
“Please tell me what your tattoo is going to be?” He drapes himself across your table dramatically and folds his hands over yours, “The curiosity is killing me.”
“You’ll just have to wait and see. Just like everyone else.”
“Oh! You can let me go with you!”
“No, Bly.” There’s an amused smile on your lips, “It’s supposed to be a surprise.”
“I’m surprised. I didn’t know you were interested in tattoos.”
“Well…I’m not really.” You shrug, “I lost a bet.”
Bly immediately sits up, and something dangerous slides through his eyes, “What.”
“Easy Bly.” Your amusement grows, “Your overprotective tendencies are showing.”
“Is someone forcing you to get this?”
“Not forcing me, no. I did agree to the bet willingly. And I’m able to choose the tattoo and the location, so it’s not so bad.”
Still, he frowns, “If you don’t want a tattoo then don’t get one. If anyone has a problem with it, they can take it up with me.”
“Bly,” His dark eyes snap to your face, “I’m okay with it. Really.”
Some of the offended tension drains from his shoulders, “What bet did you lose anyway?”
At that your face burns, “Um…not important.”
You’re definitely not going to admit that you had a bet with Stripe on whether or not Bly was romantically involved with General Secura. You thought he was, as much as it broke your heart, Stripe was convinced that he wasn’t.
Stripe was right.
Which is a win/lose scenario for you. Win because you might, possibly, have a chance with him now. Lose because you do have to get a tattoo.
Bly slides into the chair next to you and pokes your cheek, “Cyar’ika,” He coos, “What was the bet?”
You bat his hand away, “I’m not telling.”
“Is it embarrassing? Ooh, was it a sex bet.”
“What? No!” You stare at him, “Why would you ask that?”
“Curious.” But there’s something odd in his smile, “Come on, cyar’ika. Tell me? Please?”
“Fine!” You fold your arms, and pointedly won’t look at him, “I had a bet with Stripe,”
“Uh-huh.”
“About whether or not you’re dating General Secura.”
Bly blinks at you. Twice.
“And…uh…who started the bet?”
“Stripe.”
“Right. Right.” He stands and drops a kiss to your temple, “Cool. Cool, cool, cool. I’m going to go beat the shit out of my brother. Comm me when your tattoo is done? I wanna see it.”
“Uh…sure? Why are you-?”
“Don’t worry about it. Reasons!”
Several hours later, Bly hurries back to his cyar’ika’s apartment, absently massaging his bruised knuckles.
Stripe deserved the beat down he got. And sure, General Secura had been Not Pleased with the fight, but it had been well deserved.
Stripe conned his cyar’ika and forced her to get a tattoo, for all that she claimed that he wasn’t forcing her. It wasn’t a fair bet. Stripe knows how Bly feels about his cyar’ika.
The look of resigned acceptance on his brother’s face when Bly returned to the Barracks did make him a little less annoyed. But only a little.
Bly runs up the stairs and reaches the door at the same time as his cyar’ika.
A small smile crosses her pretty lips, “That was quick.” She teases lightly.
“Well, I was waiting for the comm,” Bly admits as he scans her body, but he doesn’t see any bandages that might hide a tattoo, “Where is it?”
She rolls her eyes with a laugh, and keys open the door, “So impatient, Bly. I thought you were supposed to be a commander.” Her voice is light and teasing.
“I am, but this has been killing me.” He follows her into the house, and smacks the button to shut and lock the door, “Come on, cyar’ika. Where is it? Did you back out?”
“No. Rude.” She pauses, “Did you think I would?”
“No. Of course not.” Bly lies…badly.
“Bly!”
“What! You said they weren’t really your thing.” He says defensively.
She folds her arms over her chest, and Bly tries, really hard, to not drop his gaze to her breasts. He will be respectful, damn it.
Her lips twitch, “You want to see it?”
“Yes! Please.”
She laughs, “Alright, alright. Just so you know, I have to take off my shirt.”
He pauses, “Where, exactly, is your tattoo?”
“On my back.” She says with a grin.
“Alright, let’s see it.”
She turns around and peels her shirt off, and Bly’s breath catches in his throat. Partly because she is half naked, in front of him, and he’s kind of stupid when it comes to her, but partly because of the design on her back.
It looks like his.
Well. Sort of.
Rather than just geometrical designs, hers look more like vines, with stunning gold flowers decorating the across her shoulder and down her side. In fact, the gold of the flowers looks almost identical to the gold of his own tattoos.
He steps closer and lightly, very lightly, trails a finger across the vine.
“Beautiful.” He breathes out, only half talking about the tattoo.
She turns her head to look at him, a grin on her lips, “Yeah?”
Bly’s gaze locks with hers, and he smiles, “Yeah.” He’s not talking about the tattoo anymore.
His fingers slide across the back of her neck to grip her shoulder, and he lightly spins her so that she’s facing him. “I have a confession.”
“Oh?”
“Stripe conned you. He knew he was going to win that bet.”
She blinks, “What?”
“Stripe knows, perfectly well, who I have a thing for and he knows very well that it isn’t General Secura. He’s known for months. All of them know.” Bly brushes the back of his fingers against her cheek, “It’s why I had to go beat the shit out of him.”
She frowns lightly, “Well, that wasn’t nice of him.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“So…who are you interested in then?” She asks with a frown.
Bly laughs, “It’s not obvious?” He asks as his fingers trail from her cheek to lightly grip her chin. “It’s you. It’s always been you. It’ll always be you.”
Her lips part in surprise.
“Can I kiss you?”
A small smile crosses her lips, “Yes. Please.”
Bly crashes his lips against hers. And while Stripe got everything he deserved, he might go a bit easier on him for the next couple of days. After all, his con encouraged him to confess to his pretty cyar’ika. And that’s deserving of a reward.
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Shy Boys Go to Heaven
Summary: Fixer doesn't like how much Scorch cozied up to you. He intends to show you that you're his and only his.
Pairing: Delta Squad!Fixer x F Medic!Reader
Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+; SMUT, Possessive/Jealous!Fixer, P in V (unprotected; wrap it up friends), oral (f receiving), cum eating, Rough sex. (If I missed something, lemme know)
WC: 3.1K
A/N: Guys... I was like possessed while writing this. Lmao. I genuinely don't know where this sudden love for Fixer came from bc literally the man pissed me off yesterday while I was reading. But c'est la vie, right? Anyway... I think I'm gonna start writing more Rep Comm fics. I'm still working on the Ordo x Reader x Mereel one, don't worry!
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“Ma’am.” Scorch winks at you, as he and the other Deltas walk into the medbay.
“Well, hello boys.” You smile. “Long time no see.”
“Only a few weeks.” Scorch teases.
Sev and Boss both nod in greeting toward you, taking off their helmets, but once you see Fixer’s familiar green armor, your whole body goes warm just as it does anytime you see him. It was still a secret to everyone, including his own brothers, that you and Fixer would hook up anytime they’d come planetside. You weren’t exactly official or anything, but you enjoyed each other’s company. He wasn’t exactly chatty or anything, as he was a man of few words, so you did most of the talking.
Fixer nods, his helmet still on, but you know he’ll find you later, so you give him a flirtatious grin as you go to help Scorch and Sev stock up on their medical supplies.
“So, when are you gonna join the field?” Scorch teases, bumping you slightly. “We could always use a skilled medic.”
“Leave the poor woman alone, Scorch.” Boss rolls his eyes before walking over to Alai, your pretty coworker.
Fixer told you once that Alai and Boss hooked up a couple times, but never became anything serious. But he wasn’t supposed to know that, and Alai never told you, so the two of you weren’t the only ones with secrets.
“When are you gonna stop asking me?” You tease Scorch back.
“When you cave to my charm and good looks and say yes.” Scorch winks.
With a roll of your eyes, you turn to look at Fixer, finding him more rigid than usual. Why hasn’t he taken his helmet off?
You let Scorch and Sev do their thing as you walk over to Fixer, looking up into his visor. “You alright?”
He nods once, which is code for “Not really, but we’ll talk about it later.” and you know it’s a promise. With a soft sigh, you pat his hand and go sit at your desk, pulling up your end of day data reports.
“How long are you boys planetside?” You ask them.
“Til tomorrow. Why, you trying to join us for a night of fun?” Scorch flirts.
You shake your head with a laugh, but before you can say anything, Fixer tosses Scorch another crate, barely giving the other man time to catch it, and walks out.
“What’s his deal?” Scorch asks Sev, who just shrugs, taking the crate to stock it.
You know you can’t go after him. If you do, it’ll raise suspicion, which you know is the last thing that Fixer wants. So, you just hope that you’ll see him later.
Later that night, back at your apartment, you can’t stop thinking about Fixer. What if he doesn’t come tonight? What if the real reason he was so stiff and rigid is because he wants to end it with you? You’ve been doing a lot of thinking the last few months, and you’ve come to the realization that you want this thing with Fixer to be more permanent… But if he doesn’t… then, you’ll have to accept it and move on. No matter how much it hurts.
As you make a cup of tea, preparing for bed, you hear the front door open and you know immediately who it is. You don’t even have to look.
But, he’s the one who left so swiftly and suddenly earlier, so he can be the one to initiate the conversation tonight, which you know is something he’s not particularly fond of doing. You aren’t going to sleep with him until he talks, though. A conversation has to be had, no matter what conversation it is.
You hear heavy footsteps make their way to your room as you make your bed down.
“Hey.” You murmur, barely glancing at him in the doorway of your room.
He doesn’t say anything, though. He walks over to “his” side of the bed, but you put your hand up, stopping him. He’s not wearing his armor anymore, but he is in just his bodysuit. You try to avoid looking at his well-toned form, looking him in the face.
Fixer tilts his head.
“Nothing to say?” You ask, quietly, waiting for him to just say something, but he doesn’t. “Of course not…”
He looks down at your fluffy comforter he loves so much, which he’s mentioned a couple times before.
“Fixer.” You sigh, making him look up at you with those deep warm brown eyes that you adore so much.
He sighs with a soft grunt running his hand through his curls, clearly frustrated.
“You have to give me something.” You crawl on the bed, settling in the middle on your knees.
He’s eyeing the soft skin of your thighs that’s showing in your short silk pajama set. It’s his favorite pair, and you know it. Maybe you’re using it to your advantage. He looks like he wants to touch you, but isn’t letting himself.
“If you want to fuck me tonight… you have to let me in.” You do your best to look at him, firmly.
“I…” He starts, rolling his eyes as he struggles to say what he wants to say. “Ugh. Scorch… knows that I… feel things… for you.”
“And?”
“And… he flirts with you… to get under my skin.” Fixer’s gripping the comforter, his fists tight. “And it works. I hate that it works, cyar’ika.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do you hate it?”
“Because…” He struggles again.
You crawl to him, running your hands up his chest, making his tight fists let go of the sheets. His calloused hands run around your soft body, pulling you against each other. His eyes are on your lips.
Stay firm, you remind yourself. Who cares if he’s second in command in one of the most intimidating commando squads? Not you. You are not giving in first.
“Please, Fixer.” You sigh. “I was under the impression you wanted to end things with me.”
“Oh… That’s not it at all.” He murmurs. “I promise.”
Maker, he smells so fucking good. Too good.
“So, what is it, then?” You pull away, sitting back on your butt in the middle of the bed, needing a little space before you cave.
He climbs up into the bed, pushing you on your back, pinning you down.
“Fixer-” You start.
“Just listen, will you?” He asks, gently, but also strained.
You nod, letting him continue.
“You, cyar’ika… are mine. Only mine. You belong to me. The thought of any other man touching you, or even speaking to you…” You hear a low frustrated rumble in his throat. “If Scorch wasn’t my vod, I’d have ripped him apart.”
You didn’t know that Fixer feels this way about you, but it does something to your insides and goes straight to your warmth. Does he know how you feel about him? Surely, he does.
“Do you understand what I’m saying?” Fixer asks, lowly, his lips so close to yours.
You nod, losing yourself in those brown orbs and breathlessly murmur, “Yes.”
“Say it then.” Fixer whispers, even closer to lips. “I need to hear it.”
You think this might be the most he’s ever said in an entire night. And fuck, if they’re not the hottest words any man has ever said to you…
“I’m yours.” You bite your lip, trying to squeeze your legs together for some sort of release. “I belong to you, Fixer.”
“That’s right.” He smiles, softly. “Good girl.”
Unable to hold back any longer, you reach up, crushing your lips to his. He groans loudly against your mouth, pressing himself against you, making you feel just how hard he is. All from hearing you tell him you belong to him.
“You like hearing that you belong to me?” He hums.
You nod, whimpering as he grinds his hardened cock against your clothed core. “Y-yes.”
“Good.” He whispers before, pulling away to pull your shorts down, dropping them to the floor behind him.
“Clothes off-” You gasp as he grips your thighs.
Fixer chuckles, getting up off the bed quickly. “Yes, ma’am.”
As you watch him drop his clothes with yours, you sit up to pull your silky tank top off, tossing it with the rest. He takes in your naked form and groans, gripping his cock, already dripping precum.
You start back toward him, eager to get your mouth on him, but he pushes you back again and then, to your surprise, flips you over onto your stomach, pulling you up on your knees and then pressing your face down so that your ass is up.
You think he’s gonna push his cock into you, unable to wait any longer, but he surprises you once again, by licking a long stripe up your drenched folds.
“Oh, Fuck… Fix…” You groan, reaching above you to grip the comforter, just as he was doing earlier.
“Taste so good, sweetheart.” He murmurs against your cunt. “Like always.”
You whimper softly, almost pathetically, when he continues licking into you, his strong fingers, pressing against your clit and rubbing expertly, as always.
“So wet.” He teases.
“So talkative.” You tease back, just happy to hear him talking.
He places a swift smack to your back cheek and you gasp sharply into the room. He rubs the spot where he spanked you and then kisses it before returning back to your soaked pussy.
Your moans fill the room as he continues to work your cunt, getting you nice and soaked for his cock, soon you hope. You want so desperately to be filled by him again. It feels like it’s been too long.
Twenty-six days. But who’s counting?
When he reaches his fingers into you, you feel like you’re about to come right then. It’s been days since you even touched yourself, and you’re pretty sure Fixer can tell.
He chuckles breathlessly. “So needy for me.”
“Mmhmm.” You groan, burying your whimpers into the covers.
“So fucking tight… Can’t wait to sink my cock into you.” He rambles.
You’ve always been accepting that he was a man of few words, but tonight… something changed. Like some sort of switch inside of him, flipped the other way. He’s talking, quietly, and Maker, you love his voice. It’s so low, and so sensual, and goes straight to your warmth.
“Why… wait?” You bounce yourself on his fingers.
“Patience, cyar’ika… Or I’ll make you fuck your own fingers.” He threatens you.
You whine softly, looking back at him and he grins before burying his face in your cunt again, still thrusting his fingers into you, starting to tease that spongy part deep inside of you. The warm familiar feeling pools into you, spreading all the way to your toes, making them curl and before you know it, you’re cumming all over Fixer’s fingers and tongue, moaning into the mattress.
“Let me fucking hear you.” He reaches up to grab your hair, pulling so that your moans and wet sounds fill the entire room.
His thrusting fingers gently slow, before pulling out of you. You pant slightly, as you fall to the bed, rolling over to look up at him, smiling blissfully.
“Fuck me… please?” You whisper.
“I will, I promise.” He murmurs, laying next to you.
The look in his eyes is serious now, not playful like it was just moments ago.
“What is it?” You trace your gentle fingers over his chest, anxiously making lazy patterns.
“I’m afraid that I sounded overbearing earlier…” He stops your hand and brings it to his lips.
This is the softest, most domestic that he’s ever been with you, and you’re almost afraid to move, not wanting it to end.
“I didn’t think you did.” You assure him.
“I don’t want to like… own you.” He chuckles. “But… I guess what I’m trying to say is… I want people to know you- we belong to each other.”
Your chest tightens at his confession and you can’t help but reach up and kiss him. It’s different somehow. Like, all of your kisses before were that of passion or lust… this is… sweet… kind. Fixer sighs against your lips, full of content.
“Next time Scorch flirts with me, I’ll just punch him if you want?” You tease.
“Actually, yes please.” He laughs and you cross your leg over his thigh.
This is the first time you’ve ever heard him laugh fully and you try to commit the sound to memory, hoping that you get to hear it more.
“What made you come to this realization?” You ask.
“Oh, I always want to punch Scorch.” He smirks.
You playfully smack him in the chest, making him chuckle.
“I was on a mission… and I thought for sure we were going to die…” Fixer murmurs, making your stomach churn. “All I could think of was you. Your smile. Your laugh. Your kindness. The way you curl up next to me at night. The way you-”
You roll over on top of him, straddling him, grinding your wet folds over his still hard cock. “Keep going.”
“Fuck…” He groans, gripping your hips tightly. “The way that you cry at holofilms…”
You lift your hips, reaching under you and grabbing his cock, making him gasp.
“Th-the way y-you…” He struggles.
“Keep. Going.” You encourage him, smiling down at him as you line yourself up with his hardened length.
“Th-the way you have to stop to say hi to every loth cat-” He groans incredibly loud as you sink down onto him. “Fuck!”
His eyes roll back in his head as he tilts his head back slightly, making you smile. Clenching around him in a teasing manner, he lets out another string of curses. He fills you so perfectly, just like always. But tonight… it just feels like it means so much more. He feels the same way about you, that you do him.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, not a mission.” He grumbles.
“Yeah, but what a way to go, right?” You grin down at him, brightly.
“I’ll fucking say.” He starts to buck up into you and you push him back down, keeping your hands against his chest.
You start to lift up slightly, only to fall back down against him, making him actually whimper. It’s always music to your ears when you get that sound out of Fixer.
“Maker, Fix… you’re so hard.” You tell him, seduction clear in your tone and his hands fly up to yours on his chest, gripping your hands, creating more support.
He wants you to take over. And you’re happy to oblige. You start bouncing up and down on his cock, causing both of you to groan with need.
The sounds leaving the man underneath you deserve to go into some sort of auditory museum, they’re so fucking beautiful. He’s so beautiful.
“You like when I’m on top?” You ask him, breathlessly, squatting so you can glide up and down on his cock, easier.
“Stars, yes…” He pants. “So… tight.”
You feel the burn in your thighs but you’re able to ignore it, purely driven by the craving for this man. He must sense it though, because he provides support under you, gripping your ass, helping lift you up and down and you can’t help but smile. He winks up at you and it goes straight to your core. You can tell he’s getting closer with each thrust, though.
“Permission to take over?” He whispers.
“Granted, trooper.” You laugh.
He flips the two of you over, so that you’re on your back and starts driving into you.
Oh, he’s definitely welcome to take over.
“So fucking pretty… and perfect.” He groans in your ear, continuously slamming into you, getting the most perfect sounds out of you. “All mine.”
As he tells you that you’re his, his hips stutter only slightly, filling you up, painting your walls with himself. Normally, he’d start to pull away, but he just keeps fucking his cum into you, and honestly, it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. And then when he pulls out, you expect him to stop, but he doesn’t.
He travels down your body, latching his mouth to your cunt again and you nearly descend into another realm.
“Fuck…” You moan, still overstimulated from earlier.
He’s never done this before, cumming in you and then going down on you again. But you’re not complaining. His tongue feels way too good, but with the way that it's moving in you… it takes you a moment to realize he’s gathering up his cum as he rubs your clit. Before you can even say anything, another orgasm is ripped from your body, and he travels back up your body and taps your lips, clearly wanting you to open your mouth. Oh. You gladly open for him and he lets his cum slide into your mouth.
“Swallow for me, sweetheart.” He smirks.
Who are you to deny a dangerous commando? You do as you’re told, swallowing his cum, appreciating the taste of him like you normally do when you go down on him.
“Good girl.” He tells you again for the second time tonight, and then kisses you, proudly.
You both pant against each other, your chests heaving, as you try to come down. He pulls you up to the head of the bed, against the pillows, wrapping his arms around you.
You rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. You’ve always found it calming.
“Maybe I should join your squad…” You tease, only slightly.
“Absolutely not.” Fixer shakes his head as he traces patterns over your bare back.
“Why not?” You ask, looking up at him, confused.
“Because I wouldn’t be able to focus… I’d be too busy trying to make sure you were okay.” He smiles. “I like knowing you’re here… safe and sound.”
You suppose that makes sense… Even though, when he’s away, you don’t know if he’s safe.
“Can I tell you something?” You whisper, afraid to speak too loudly.
“Anything.” He kisses your forehead.
“Every time you go, you take a piece of me with you, Fix.” You admit.
“Can I tell you something?” He murmurs.
“Of course.” You answer, nervously.
“Every time I go, I leave my heart here with you.” He admits.
Warmth floods your veins. “Well, I promise to keep it safe.”
“I know you will.” He leans down to kiss you again.
You eventually fall asleep like that, holding each other with sweet promises of him returning to you and you keeping his heart safe and sound.
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okay I'm not sure I'd you're still doing the uh. thing where you write a scene from a different pov but if you are and have time/interest, would you feel like doing poe pov with that part in directions where he asks how many other guys she's been with? I love love love that fic so much btw and I'm gonna go through your masterlist when I get off work <3
Hello! ✨ A little confession: some of these have been sitting in my inbox for months. I secretly didn't plan on fulfilling this request because it meant that I'd need to go re-read Directions, and I very rarely read my own writing again once it's been posted. But I was in the mood for something fun and easy, and then I actually had a great time revisiting this story! So thank you so so much @buckyisdisabled, @lostinwonderland314, @mandaloriandin and sweet Yearning Human anon for asking for this and for your lovely messages. I really hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it x
Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Reader
Word Count: 3.5k
Rating: Explicit 18+
Warnings: PIV, creampie, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, squirting, feelings, implied cum eating, overstimulation, masturbation, friends to lovers
This is reworking of a scene from this fic, told from Poe’s POV.
from a certain point of view ask game ✨
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Poe sucks his slick fingers into his mouth, and her taste hits his head like spice; sharp and sweet.
She pants up at him from his pillow (his pillow) her eyes wide as a nervous animal’s, her hands curled into fists. It takes everything he has not to blow his load in his pants right then and there.
He feels a little drunk. He needs to course-correct.
Drastically.
He’d meant it when he told her he thought this would be fun. Because everything is, with her. He thought she’d be giving him shit the whole time. He’d expected her to be unimpressed with him in the way only she ever is; doing what she does best and keeping his feet nailed to solid ground even while his head did tailspins around the sound of her laughing at him.
But she’s not laughing at him. The way she’s looking up at him…
This, right here, is extremely fucking serious for her.
Maybe he should’ve tried to make this nicer. Maybe he should’ve lit candles.
For reasons that are not entirely clear, he catches himself remembering a particularly fucked up day from several months back. His comms and tracking had both shorted out after a hit in the middle of an above-planet dogfight with no visual, and for about two hours, the Resistance network listed him PKIA.
When he’d eventually landed back in the hanger, it was chaotic with smoking, twisted astromech parts. Unbeknownst to him, Black One was a ghost ship.
Mechanics and pilots alike had turned and gaped in silent shock as he’d climbed out of his cockpit, and he’d only had a moment to wonder whether there was something growing out of the top of his head before he’d been knocked off his feet by a sobbing projectile stinking of sweat and smoke in an oil-stained flightsuit.
She’d only stopped crying after socking him in the chest, her voice hoarse as she told him how much of an idiot he was for not switching over to his backup signal.
He’d never wanted to see that look on her face ever again, and if he hadn’t pushed her into verbalising the source of her terror here, he’d be too turned off to go any further. He doesn’t go in for that shit; he wants his partners relaxed and comfortable and enthusiastically willing.
But it’s knowing what she’s actually worrying about—stuck in her head as always, thinking about everyone else; what he thinks of her, rather than focusing on how she feels—that makes him determined to stick with her, as long as she says.
He’s staggered by the amount of trust she’s putting in him. Shit, he doesn’t know whether it makes his heart ache more, or his dick. Like she has anything to be nervous about. Like she isn’t the prettiest fucking girl he knows. Like making her smile isn’t the single greatest source of pride he gets to hold over himself.
Doesn’t she know? Can’t she already fucking tell? He’d worship the ground she walks on if he knew she wouldn’t laugh herself sick at him if he tried.
It would be funny, if it weren’t so painful. That for all of her quick, sharp perception, she’d miss this, so entirely.
“Perfect. You’re perfect,” he says softly, and he can see how little she believes him. “Told you. Nothing wrong with you. I wanna try something,” he continues, before she can say anything to piss him off. He can handle her putting shit on him. He isn’t letting her do it to herself. “You’ll like it, I promise. And if you don’t just tell me and we’ll stop. Okay?”
“Okay,” she says, nodding, her eyes still huge. A sudden throb of affection makes his head feel like it’s filled with tibanna gas.
“I’m gonna take your pants off,” he tells her, grasping each of her ankles to do exactly this.
She lifts her ass toward him as he wriggles her underwear and pants over her legs, giving him a brief glimpse of the most beautiful view he’s ever seen in his life.
His brain’s still catching up when he sees the furtive way her eyes keep flicking down toward where it feels like his dick’s trying to bust through his fly.
“Don’t you want…?”
“It’s not about me,” he cuts her off. And if you touch me right now I won’t make it, and I’ll ruin my reputation, and kill any chance of living any of this shit down with you ever again, he decides not to add.
He bends, spreading her legs with both hands. Her clit’s so swollen her labia are parted around it, the soft skin inside her thighs smeared with her first orgasm.
Her first orgasm—the first one another person’s given her, anyway—and it’s his.
And, oh, it had been so easy.
His ego is not immune to this.
But, nice as it is, it doesn’t quite feel like a boost in the traditional sense. It feels something more like a twinge, hard and new, right under his ribcage. Like vindication, maybe, or—and he feels like a fucking moron for even thinking it—fate.
He bows from the waist and nudges into her with his nose, his tongue laving a stripe up the entire length of her pussy.
Her skin tastes like soap. Somewhere in the dimmest corners of his head he’s annoyed at this; imagines her scouring every inch of herself raw in the showers before coming to him, filled with nerves and doubt under the spray. He presses the muscle of his tongue into her opening in search of more of the her he’d found on his fingers.
The sound she makes zips lightning-hot straight to his guts.
His eyes roll briefly closed, and he sinks down onto his elbows, the twisted line of the sheets digging into his skin under his weight.
She shifts her thighs together, her fingers twitching at her side. He steals a glance up and finds her watching him, her lips parted, her eyes too-bright.
“Open your legs,” he encourages, his lips barely lifting from her skin. She sinks her teeth into her lip as she lets her knees fall flat to the bed.
She’s spread out open in front of him, and he dips his head to continue.
She flinches and tenses and exhales in turn, reacting to every touch of his mouth as though speaking aloud. It makes him feel violently impatient, and so he moves slower, trying to temper himself.
He wants to be inside her.
He wants to swallow her, and to be swallowed by her. Fuck, he’s never wanted anything more in his life.
He’s pretty sure he’s leaking precum into his pants; all the blood having long vacated his brain to swell bruise-achingly hard in his cock. He tries to stay focused, but the reality is that Poe’s thoughts ran away from him the second she set foot in his room. The challenge now is to just try not to do something stupid.
Something stupider than fucking his best friend.
She hisses, tossing her head back, her legs twitching so hard his tongue nearly loses its place against the hot nub of her clit.
He slides both hands beneath her thighs to lift her hips to his face in an attempt to keep her still, barely managing to tamp down the urge to rut helplessly against the mattress in search of relief.
The smell of her, the taste, fills his senses. But it’s still not enough. He wants to bring her to insensibility; to work that softness into the bed, glutting himself until her whimpers turn to those of overstimulation.
He’d never really considered himself a possessive person, but as she quietly sucks in a sharp, shallow breath, he realises he wants that sound all to himself.
He pulls it out of her with his tongue again, and again, his attention unwavering.
He wants her thinking of this, of him, from now on. Every single time she comes, alone or otherwise. He wants her to dream about him inside her; tongue, fingers, cock, he doesn’t give a fuck. At briefings. At meals. Waiting around bored for launch clearance in her fighter, standing alone in the showers, when someone else presses their hands to her skin, and lifts her chin to meet her lips (and fuck, that hurts to think about, like hitting realspace at-speed, hard enough to grind his bones together).
She comes with a pained-sounding cry, her pubic bone bumping into his nose and pushing his face away. He drags himself up and finds her reaching her hands out as though to stop him.
“You okay?” he manages.
“Poe, I want…please…”
“What, baby? Talk to me.” He leans up, bracing himself over her. Maybe she’s changed her mind. Maybe she’s had enough and she’s going to tell him to stop, to give her back her pants, to never mention any of this again.
It’s still more than he’d ever imagined he’d get.
Her eyes stay on his and she blinks slowly at him, as though trying to remember who he is. His heart thunks hollowly in his chest, and he waits.
“Fuck me.”
He pauses. It wasn’t what he’d expected her to say. His already-painful cock jumps in his pants at the demand. “You need a break first?”
She answers by trying to drag him down toward her, her hips lifting to press against him, ankles hooked around the backs of his legs.
He doesn’t wait to be told twice. He shifts his weight, kicking his pants down, settling himself between her legs.
She ducks her chin and kisses his shoulder.
His head swims. He barely feels the touch of her lips through the material of his shirt, but it hardly matters. The gesture is so small, so careful, so quick, as though she couldn’t help herself.
As though it’s something she’s thought of before.
Which is when it hits him: the one thing he’s never seriously let himself entertain. Does he…actually have a chance?
Without undue vanity, Poe knows that his looks are the one area, at least, that he can afford not to worry about. He’s not an idiot. He knows exactly how people respond when he flashes his teeth at them, or holds their eyes with his own for a protracted moment from beneath a quirked eyebrow.
But never her. She’s somehow always been frustratingly, crushingly immune to every single weapon in his arsenal. It had been a source of ire in the early days, while he was still learning the colour of her voice, and the shape of her mind.
The sadder, slower ache of acceptance had come later; gathering like thunderheads, lingering long.
She wasn’t for him. She didn’t want to be. Letting himself pretend otherwise would have only ever been an exercise in masochism.
Despite all of this, Poe’s still human. And, as he had come to realise, knowing something intellectually is very different to knowing it physically.
Whenever she smiles at him, and bumps into him, and rolls her eyes at him. Whenever he’s inside somebody else, tasting the sweat on their skin, or stretched out around their pleasure. Whenever he jerks his cock alone in his bunk late at night, ashamed and furious at himself for such a disgraceful breach of their friendship, for the things he’s imagined.
Everything he’s ever done with anybody else; every filthy, beautiful fucking thing, he’d turn himself inside out and crawl over hot coals to do again with her, to her, for her, if she wanted.
And now, here she is.
He might not ever get another shot at this.
He needs to make it count.
“How many other guys’ve you been with?” he says, his voice coming out rough. She looks mortified, but he doesn’t care. “How many?”
“S-six,” she says.
He nods. He’d already known about Kip and Terrett, and he’d had his suspicions about Rau and Valen. He’s a little disappointed at the knowledge that Rau had let her down with all the others; he wouldn’t have expected it.
“Then that’s six other times we gotta make up for,” he says, distractedly.
He presses forward, and the first millimetre he sinks inside her already has him panicking.
She immediately feels far too hot and close, but the hardest part, the part threatening to undo everything, is the way she’s looking up at him, as though silently pleading with him, and Gods, how she doesn’t need to.
“Oh, sh...shit. You good? I’m good. That’s…ungh, so fucking good.” He’s aware he’s making no sense, but that’s the only thing left in his head, probably the only thing he’ll ever know again: good, good, good.
Her fingers are clenched tight around his forearm, and he thinks she might be holding her breath, but then she lets it go, and the wet bloom of her cunt swallows him fractionally deeper.
“You’re doing so good baby, you’re taking me so well, you feel perfect,” he groans, hoping he doesn’t sound as wrecked as he feels, his guts on fire with need.
She squirms under him, and fuck, she feels incredible. After coming twice he can feel the evidence of how wet she is, the smooth glide of her body gripping close around him, giving way slowly.
It’s suddenly too fucking hot in his room. He can feel his hair sticking to the back of his neck and around his ears, and it’s vaguely annoying, but he couldn’t give a shit.
Her warm breath meets his chin, and he follows the line of her attention down the length of his own body, to the place where his hips are flush against hers. Between her parted legs he can see his cock half-sunk inside her, and his face presses to her damp, salty skin as he murmurs to her, pressing forward, enveloped entirely by her.
He has no idea what he’s saying. It just feels important for her to know.
Whatever it is, he never gets the chance to find out.
Because then she’s kissing him, and her mouth is on his and her lips are parting and they’re soft and her teeth are catching at the dry ege of his lower lip and her breath is hot and it’s hers and it’s in his mouth and it’s in his lungs and it’s oxygenating his fucking blood and pumping through his heart and his brain and searing through every single part of him until she’s all that’s left.
He’s pretty sure he’s dying.
“Holy fuck,” he thinks he’s trying to say, and he feels her smiling, gently biting into his lip, keeping him quiet.
She rolls her hips up against his, pushing herself off the bed. He can feel himself rapidly losing control as she throws her head back, her brows drawn, teeth cutting into her own lip.
“Baby, wait, wait a sec,” he pants.
“What’s wrong?” she gasps, and of course she doesn’t listen; she never fucking listens to him, rocking up toward him, making him see stars.
“Just…fuck, hang on.” Cold showers, he thinks, grimly. Freezing cold showers, and depressurised-cockpit earaches. Nine hour-long diplomatic debriefs. The rancid-smelling mucus trail Klaud leaves behind everywhere he goes.
“Is this…not good?” she says, low and weak. “Poe?”
His eyes nearly roll back in his head as she whispers his name, and the sound jolts through him—her voice, the one he knows so well—like this, with him.
Whatever pitiful electricity’s still left in the meat of his brain fizzles out. “Oh shit, say my name again,” he begs, not even waiting for her to do so.
He’s already moving, needing to feel the walls of her cunt stroking and sucking at his cock. “D’you know how many times I’ve thought about this? About being inside you like this? And I never, ever thought you’d wanna…”
He shouldn’t be saying this. He’s gotta be real fucking careful, if he doesn’t want to accidentally tell her every shameful daydream he’s ever had about her and disintegrate what’s left of their friendship into dust.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he tells her instead. “Your pussy is perfect.”
She recoils, and it’s equal parts adorable and infuriating that even now she’d be embarrassed to hear him say this.
He almost laughs. “Why’s that make you shy? You don’t like me talking about your pussy? You wanna know how good you taste, baby? You’re sweet, so sweet and tight and—” and fuck, he can still taste her on his lips, and he watches her carefully, finding the place that makes her fall boneless and focusing there, right there, until the viselike grip on his arms weakens and she’s coming again.
Her voice breaks, but he doesn’t slow. She can take it.
He pushes her hips down, fucking her into the mattress, skin clapping on skin. She’s yanking at his hair hard enough to hurt, but he relishes the pain because it keeps his vision clear; exactly where he wants to be.
Her orgasm tumbles into another, and he seizes her knees, lifting her toward him as he picks up his pace. She moans, belatedly trying to cover the sound with her hand, and it’s the sweetest music he’s ever heard. He is never, ever going to be able to get that sound out of his head again.
“Hey, hey. Let me hear that,” he says, leaning closer, dragging her hand away. “Don’t you cover that up. Come on, baby, I wanna hear you.” She presses her lips together, and he huffs, driving himself into her just a little harder than strictly necessary.
He’s rewarded with a weak, throaty whimper, and he grins at her. “That’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” he confesses.
Her nipples stand through the thin, sweat-sheer fabric of her tank top, her softness rippling upwards with every stroke. He watches her body greedily, wanting more, wanting everything all at once.
He wants, very badly, to lick her again, all the way from her neck to her sweet, trembling cunt. He can still taste her on his tongue as he presses his fingers down to her clit, just above the place where he’s still pumping in and out of her.
She cries out, coming again until she’s melting wet into the bed.
He still doesn’t slow, but his thoughts have run away from him and all of a sudden he realises it’s too late, far too late to stop himself.
He wants her full of his cum, until he’s emptied out all of the ache of himself into her, and her pretty, swollen cunt’s overfull with him until he dribbles out from between her lips and onto his fingers, making a mess of the sheets so he can start all over again.
Right at the precipice of his climax, she opens her eyes and looks up at him. There are tears of overstimulation clinging to her eyelashes, and her fingers are clutching gently at the back of his shirt.
Nobody has ever laid me down as low as you, he thinks, surprised at the strength of his emotion, willing her to understand.
But then he’s coming so hard his limbs go numb, and he isn’t thinking anything anymore.
He presses himself deep, deep inside, shaking violently as she swallows every pulse of his orgasm. His heart is thunderous in his ears, his muscles liquefied. He slumps, panting.
If she objects to the deadweight of his body over hers, she doesn’t say anything. He stays there, smothering her, trying to regain his breath, until he can feel her beginning to shift uncomfortably beneath him.
“Was that…okay?” she says, ridiculously, like his soul didn’t just leave his body.
He doesn’t even bother responding to the question. “You’re crazy,” he muses instead. “She’s crazy.”
He’s lifting himself off her when his chain swings from the neck of his shirt, clocking her between the eyes. “Oh, shit,” he says, as she gasps in pain. “Sorry, baby.” He presses his fingers to the spot, feeling guilty. “Normally I’d’ve taken that off.”
He’s usually far more thoughtful than this when he has company, but this time he hadn’t unclipped his necklace, or changed his clothes or sheets. The thought simply hadn’t occurred to him. Because she doesn't feel like—has never felt like—a guest in his bed. In fact, her absences have only ever felt like temporary discomforts to be endured until her return.
She’s scowling at him, her nose wrinkled up like a Weequay’s, and it’s so fucking cute he wants to kiss her again. “Why didn’t you?” she says.
She needs to ask? “Because it’s you.”
As he crawls back down between her legs, he finds a spectacular mess of cum and sweat and the evidence of her orgasms on the sheets, and fuck, it’s soaking down here. He wonders whether she even realises what she’s done.
He’s disappointed he didn’t get to watch. He’s sure he can get her to do it again, though.
She blinks down at him, her eyes glassy. “What are you doing?”
His mouth waters watching the way her wet skin shines and he feels an answering twitch in his recently-softened cock. “Cleaning you up. We’re not done yet.”
Her eyes widen, but whatever she does next, he misses it.
He’s preoccupied.
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Mirror sex with Sith!Obi Wan thots 😏😏
Imagine him growling, how beautiful you look for him, telling you to look at yourself being so beautiful for him.. 😍
Bestie, I love this idea so much and because I need plot with my porn I got way to into this idea complete with a bad boyfriend and a very understanding Sith Lord boss. Enjoy!!
Pairing: Sith Obi-Wan Kenobi x female reader
Rating: Explicit/Mature 18+
Word count: ~3300 (Sith Obi-Wan demands adequate description of his prowess)
Warnings: SMUT! Besides being very, very smutty, this also has a warning of body issues and insults about physical appearance (not from Sith Obi-Wan though, he may be devilish, but he would never insult his sweetheart).
Note: Look for totally legitimate reasons, Sith Obi-Wan has a full length mirror in his office. He needs to look his absolute best before he struts down the Imperial hallways.
Lord Kenobi looks through the new transparisteel wall that divides his main office from the exterior one where you, his personal assistant, sit at your desk, toiling away through countless forms and files on his behalf. The remodel to the office was intended to let more light in the suite of rooms that make up his offices, but it comes with the bonus of allowing him to observe you more easily. It’s become his favorite pastime, sitting here and imagining what it would be like to have you in all the ways that he truly desires. You’re so beautiful, so captivating, and so submissive to him. You’re the best assistant he’s ever had. It thrills him the way you put so much effort into pleasing him.
This evening he watches you hard at work, your face with that adorable visage of concentration, your fingers moving deftly over your workscreen, your lips making that kissable pout as you reconsider a calculation, and the way they curl into a smile as you figure out the issue and resolve it. He watches you stand and stretch. He loves the way your uniform hugs your curves. He ogles your breasts as they strain against the fabric of your tight jacket. He’s about to call you into his office with some excuse just so he can talk to you, when your comm chirps signaling an incoming holo message. A blue image of a handsome lieutenant flashes up from the screen, making Lord Kenobi frown.
You look at the time in shock when the call from your boyfriend comes in. It’s late in the day, about an hour past when you had originally planned to leave.
“Hello, Tyler, I’m sorry, I know what you’re going to say, I just got caught up here,” you try to explain. You drop back into your chair to talk to him.
“I’ve been waiting here at the restaurant for over 15 minutes,” he remarks, his voice icy, “Did you forget we had plans? Did Lord Kenobi invent some reason to keep you after hours again?”
“No, I know, and I’m sorry,” you apologize again, “It’s just that some last minute changes came in for Lord Kenobi’s budget and I needed to make sure all the numbers were correct right away. He didn’t even ask me to do it, I just wanted to get it done.”
“It’s always the same with you. Perfect Lord Kenobi is all important. I thought this time you’d make an exception, put me first for a change,” Tyler admonishes you, “You know how I’ve been looking forward to this.”
“What are you talking about, you just made the reservations yesterday,” you reply, “I didn’t think this was a special occasion.”
“What does it matter if it is a special occasion or not? You always chose him over me,” Tyler accuses.
“Tyler, Lord Kenobi is my boss, technically, he’s your boss too or have you forgotten?” you ask. You’re tired of this argument, tired of Tyler’s jealousy over Lord Kenobi and your work.
“Just because he’s your boss doesn’t mean you need to simper and scrape for him the way you do. It’s sickening,” he tells you angrily, “It’s like you think if you can show him what a good girl you can be for him, he’ll deign to fuck you.”
You gasp in response to that statement.
“Tyler! Watch your mouth! He might hear you!” You should never have taken this call.
“You’re not even denying it this time, are you?!?” Tyler yells,
“Tyler, why are you being like this? I’m just a little late, if I leave right now, I can be there in about 10 minutes,” you try another tactic to try to defuse the situation.
But Tyler has worked himself up into a snit, “Just admit it already, that’s what you want isn’t it, to fuck your boss? Or have you already been screwing him behind my back?”
“Tyler, please don’t be like this,” you implore him, “You know I’ve been faithful to you.”
“Only because Lord Kenobi would never be interested in a nobody like you. You could drop your panties right in front of him and he’d turn up his nose in disgust. I’ve seen the women he fucks, they’re gorgeous. There’s no way someone as plain and ugly as you could even tempt him.” Tyler has gotten nasty now.
“Tyler, how can you say that to me?” Your voice shakes with emotion as hot tears spill over your cheeks.
“It’s the truth, I’m done with you, you’re pathetic, go snivel to your precious Lord Kenobi, ugly bitch,” Tyler gets in one more pot shot before cutting the transmission.
You’re crying harder now, shocked that Tyler could say something so awful to you. You know he’s been somewhat suspicious of Lord Kenobi for a while now, but you’ve always been able to set his mind at ease before. You’re sorry you ever admitted having a little crush on your superior officer, not that you ever dreamed something would come of it. You didn’t realize just how much Tyler had taken it to heart and let his jealousy grow. You’re scouring your purse for a tissue or something to dry your tears, when a soft linen handkerchief is held up in front of your face.
You look up to see the concerned face of your boss, and wordlessly you take the cloth from him. Your face is burning with shame and humiliation, knowing that he must have heard that entire argument. He steps away for a moment and you do your best to pull yourself together. When he comes back he’s brought you a steaming mug of tea.
“Drink this, sweetheart,” he says as he hands it to you. He leans against your desk, sitting on it somewhat, watching you.
You sip at the hot liquid, made exactly the way you like it.
“Th-thank you, sir,” you tell him, a bit awkwardly. You look down at your lap, too embarrassed to meet his eye and catch sight of the streaks of your mascara staining the pristine cloth bearing his monogram, “I’ve ruined your handkerchief.”
“Think nothing of it, my dear, I have plenty.” His voice is calm.
“I’m sorry you had to hear all that,” you apologize and try to explain, “Tyler had no right to say such things. I can’t believe he said that I- that you-”
You don’t know how you can finish that sentence without having to repeat Tyler’s terrible words.
“It’s alright, sweetheart, you don’t have to explain,” Lord Kenobi tells you.
He’s trying to keep his expression neutral, but inside he’s smirking with glee. Lieutenant Tyler Clarret was the last roadblock he had in getting what he wants. The lieutenant had a right to be jealous, Obi-Wan had been trying to come between you and him. He did purposely keep you late at work many times, enjoying that he could spend extra time with you and have you all to himself. The corner of his mouth turns up; now, he can make his move.
“Lieutenant Clarret is wrong though, if you dropped your panties in front of me, I would be delighted,” he flirts with you.
You look surprised and then give him a wobbly smile, “You’ve got quite the sense of humor, sir, that cheered me up, thank you, a good joke.”
Obi-Wan reaches his hand out to caress your cheek. His fingers move down to capture your jaw and he tips your chin up so that you meet his eyes completely.
“I wasn’t joking, my dear, I would consider it quite the honor if you would deign to let me touch you,” he turns Tyler’s words around to his own devices, “Would you like me to touch you, my beautiful assistant?”
His smile is sly, teasing and flirtatious, and his voice is like honey, sweet and syrupy. You lean into his gentle hand, and for a moment you imagine he could be serious. But there’s no way he can be, you tell yourself.
“That’s kind of you to say, sir, but I know I’m not your type of woman,” you look away from him, pulling away from those teasing eyes. “But thank you for helping me feel better.”
“Look at me,” his voice is commanding but gentle, “You didn’t answer my question. Would you like me to touch you?”
You look back, meeting his eyes again. His gaze is piercing and intense, it fills you with heat, and before you can stop yourself you breathe out,
“Yes, yes, I want you to touch me.”
“Good, because I intend to,” he states, his voice deep and firm. He stands up and takes your hand, tugging lightly to help you to your feet. “Come with me.”
Lord Kenobi leads you into his office, closing the door behind him and pressing a button that turns the normally clear glass wall opaque. He steers you to stand in front of a full length mirror that hangs on the wall in his office. You’ve seen him primping at it before, making sure he looks impeccable before a meeting. Now though you’re staring at your own reflection. Your face is a bit puffy from crying, but otherwise it’s just regular old you, although with handsome Lord Kenobi standing behind you. He leans in, his face just above your shoulder, his lips at your ear.
“You said you weren’t my type of woman, but you’re wrong, look how beautiful you are, how exquisite.”
His hands trail down your body, caressing you while he opens your jacket and then pushes it from your shoulders. Underneath you have on a sleeveless silk top that is just a touch transparent, showing just a hint of your bra underneath. His large hands come up to cup your breasts, kneading them softly.
“I’m not though, I’m not beautiful like that,” you try to protest, but it’s hard with the way his hands are moving over you appreciatively.
“Yes, you are. You’re so enchanting. I love to look at you, it’s why I remodeled the office, just so I could appreciate your beauty all day long,” he whispers in your ear, low and intimate.
That news makes you gasp, “You did?”
He gives you a knowing smile and nods as you look at him in the mirror. You watch, captivated, as his lips caress your neck, kissing you before he slides your top off your body. A soft groan rumbles in his chest as he reveals your lace-clad breasts to his eyes.
“If I knew you were hiding sexy little things like this under your clothing, I would have taken them off you sooner,” Lord Kenobi tells you, his skillful fingers undoing your trousers next, “Let’s see if you have pretty little panties on to match.”
You thank the Maker that you do have on a very pretty set today. You had originally planned for Tyler to see them, but you’re so much happier to have Lord Kenobi be the one to have that pleasure.
Swiftly, he yanks away the rest of your uniform, not stopping until you're standing only in your underwear in the middle of his office.
“Look at you, so gorgeous,” he drawls, “I don’t want to hear any more of this nonsense about you not being my type of woman.”
Obi-Wan presses himself against you, letting you feel him, hard and hot against your backside. His hands flow over your body, groping at your curves. He takes his time, enjoying the view of your lingerie and appreciating every inch of skin he can reach. He turns your head away from the mirror but only so he can finally kiss your lips. His hands may be patient for now, but his mouth is demanding. His lips open yours so his tongue can plunge inside. He kisses you until you’re gasping for air, letting you breathe for only a moment before he’s back at it.
He stops kissing you and turns you back to look at your own reflection. Your lips are now slightly swollen from his kisses, your chest is heaving, and your eyes are glowing. You do feel beautiful, your eyes meet his through the glass and you smile at him.
“That’s my sweetheart,” he murmurs to you, “See how beautiful you look in my hands.”
Those hands move now to peel your bra from your body. They knead your breasts, lifting them up and molding them to his liking. His elegant fingers circle your nipples, brushing over them to tease them and make you moan. Then one of his hands travels downward, pushing into your panties. His finger glides into your wetness, exploring your most sensitive parts. He finds your clit, and applies the perfect pressure to it, circling around and then rubbing over the top. His other fingers have pushed the lace cup of your bra out of the way to free one breast and give him better access to your hardened nipple.
“L- Lord Kenobi,” you whimper, and then moan loudly as he pushes two long fingers deep inside you.
“I love the way you say my name,” he replies, his mouth on your neck again, this time biting and sucking.
His fingers curl up to find that soft spongy spot that makes your toes curl and you whimper for him again. His thumb strums at your clit now. A hot flame of pleasure is burning deep within you and with each pass of his talented fingers another moan spills from your lips. You watch the salacious scene playing out in front of you in the mirror. It makes you even wetter and you hear Lord Kenobi let out a lewd moan of his own.
“I can’t wait any longer, sweetheart, I need to have you,” he groans in your ear, “Tell me you want that.”
“I do,” you reassure him breathlessly.
Almost reluctantly he pulls his hand out of your panties so he can tug them down your legs and off you. With a wave of his hand your bra unfastens and you shrug it off quickly. He takes one long appreciative look at you and then yanks you to him roughly, your nude form pressed against his perfectly clothed one. He kisses you with such intensity it's as if you're being kissed for the first time, finally understanding how kissing was meant to be.
Your hands move over his starched jacket, and you sigh, “You’re wearing way too many clothes, I can hardly feel you.”
“I’m happy to remedy that for you, sweetheart,” he replies between kisses. But it’s only when you daringly cup him through his trousers that he pulls away from you with a growl and begins tearing at his clothes.
When he’s finally gloriously naked, you find yourself licking your lips as your eyes travel the length of his well toned chest, his sculpted abdominals, and down to finally rest on his very well-endowed cock.
“You’re even more handsome than I dreamed,” you sigh, tipping your head and staring as if you’ll never get your fill.
“So you have dreamed of me like this, hmm?” A devilishly playful smile adorns his face.
“I may have indulged in a fantasy or two,” you admit shyly, biting your lip.
“I want to hear about those sometime,” he says as he’s moving his large desk chair over in front of the mirror, “But for now, I would very much like to indulge in one of my favorite fantasies.”
He takes a seat on the chair, and gestures for you to come to him.
“I want you to sit in my lap facing the mirror, I don’t want you to miss a moment of seeing the pleasure I’m going to give you,” he instructs you.
You follow his lead, letting his hands guide you into position so that you’re straddling his lap, feet on the floor with your pussy hovering over where he wants it the most. He lifts his hips so that the head of his cock glides through your wetness and bumps up against your clit. You groan from his teasing and sway your hips chasing more of that wonderful feeling until his hand on your hip squeezes and you hold still.
“Watch the mirror, sweetheart, I want you to see the exact moment when I make you mine,” Lord Kenobi commands.
His hands tug you downward and you watch as his length disappears inside of you, stretching you open so much so that you wonder if you can take him. He feels incredible though and you know you want more. You take a deep breath and sink down further and gasp as he thrusts his hips upward to meet you. The motion makes him hit your g-spot so perfectly that you’re already seeing stars. As you’re fully seated, you feel him deep within you and you clench around him tightly.
Obi-Wan’s hands come up to cradle your breasts and he leans you back against his chest, your head tipped slightly to the side so you can both see your reflection in the mirror.
“Absolutely gorgeous, just as I knew we would be,” he says and then rolls his hips making you moan.
He keeps you like that for a bit, rolling his hips and letting you grind on him as his hands touch and tease you all over. His lips caress your neck and your ear as he whispers filthy compliments to you,
“This perfect cunt is all mine now, no other man will ever satisfy you like I can, no other man will even get to see this beautiful cunt, only me.”
His possessiveness should scare you, but it only makes you wetter for him and you circle your hips desperate for more.
“Move, sweetheart, ride me the way you need to,” he tells you, his hands coming back to hold your hips.
With his strong arms directing you, you rise and fall on him, getting into a good rhythm. When you’re gliding so fluidly above him, he shifts his hips following your movements so that he can fuck up into you each time as you move down. You watch the two of you in the mirror, positively entranced by the lewd dance you’ve created. You’re so wet that you can hear the slick sounds of your coupling. The combination of sight and sound only fuels your desire for him and that beautiful burn of pleasure is back, deep within your core.
“It’s so good, we look so good together,” you manage to tell him. You wish you could speak more eloquently right now but his cock is quickly chasing all thoughts from your brain. You ride him faster, your back arching as you chase your high.
“Are you ready to see yourself come, sweetheart?” He asks as his fingers find your clit again, roughly circling it and making you cry out.
You can’t tear your eyes away from the mirror, from the way his fingers dance over your body, to the hypnotic undulation of your hips, it’s so decadently lascivious. You see yourself start to tremble in your Sith Lord’s arms, and then it hits you, a climax so powerful that it consumes you in white hot heat. You see his lips make the word ‘beautiful’ in the mirror, but you can’t hear it over your keening cry of his name.
Obi-Wan keeps moving, fucking you through your orgasm. Your cunt is pulsing around him, and he can’t hold back any longer. He pushes himself as far as he can inside you, spilling his seed deep and claiming you fully. He bites down on your neck as he comes, loving the way you cry out again for him.
“My lovely girl did so well for me, so utterly dazzling, so perfect,” he’s crooning praise to you as you slowly come back to yourself.
“My lord, that was so wonderful, and you were right, we look beautiful together, and I loved watching us,” you tell him, your eyes holding his golden gaze through the mirror.
His hands are still gently caressing you, appreciating every inch of your skin.
“I think you’ll find that I am always right,” he replies, “Now, just wait until you see the mirror over my bed.”
Thanks for reading! Definitely more Sith Obi-Wan to come 😈
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[!!] donate to palestine
hello hello!! in light of what is currently happening in palestine, i'm trying to raise funds to give to +medical aid for palestinians. besides a flat rate that gumroad takes from each sale, all proceeds will be donated!! my workplace has a donation-matching scheme with them that i'll be entering with whatever money is raised, so please do consider giving if you can <3
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Rarepairs! - A SpecRecs Rec List
@spectre-requisitions-exchange authors were revealed (last week XD), and I finally have time for some recs!
First, my wonderful amazing gift!
Stars With One by @wickedwitchofthewilds. I am so happy that you chose Harry Carlyle/Scott Ryder for me, and I love it so much! It's so sweet and a little spicy too.
There's so many great stories and you should definitely check out the collection, but here's some assorted recs:
On The Shore (From A Distance) by kaijuburgers. Kaidan Alenko/Citadel Doctor. It's so lovely and bittersweet, and I love Miles!
Byte Me by Kalliesa. Legion/Female Shepard. It is so hot, omg!
Trust Me, I'm a Doctor by @cat-shepard. Harry Carlyle/Sara Ryder. The doctor is in! It's so sexy, and the puns are amazing!
Stitched Together by @ferindencadash . James Vega/Male Shepard. The slow burn, the pining, the flirting! It has it all.
oil & water by forceinsensitive. Gil Brodie/Kallo Jath. The enemies to lovers ships! It's so well done, the world building is incredible and the relationship development is fantastic.
Taking on the Broker by @alyssalenko. Shadow Broker/Female Shepard. It's hot. Like, hello??
Be Gentle by FinchMarie. Thane Krios/NB Shepard. It's art. Just look at it. So beautiful.
A Deal is a Deal by @vorchagirl. More Shadow Broker/Female Shepard, because yes!
a still, small voice by calypsid. Urdnot Wrex/Female Shepard. An amazing exploration of Shepard's character, and very hot sex too.
Of course, I also wrote some things myself :)
comm chats and more, Diana Allers/Samantha Traynor. Diana and Samantha talk a lot over the comms. And then in person.
when push comes to shove, Akksul/Scott Ryder. Akksul and Scott's arguments turn physical in the best way.
pour me a whiskey melody, Harry Carlyle/Reyes Vidal. According to Sara, Harry really needs to go out and have some fun. So he does just that.
afterparty, Urdnot Wrex/Female Shepard. Shepard and Wrex have sex in a hot tub. That's it, that's the story.
salt and pepper, Alec Ryder/Cora Harper. Cora is fascinated with Alec. She knows it won't go anywhere. Or maybe it will?
Happy reading! <3
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Wheeljack (Top) x Ratchet (Bot) TFG1
Warning: Smut, semi-public sex? playing with toys, slight choking, slight overstimulation
This was a request made in my twitter page, if you don't already follow me, my username is @dweebfics.
Thank you for tuning in!
Enjoy :3
Ratchet's P.O.V
"W-wheeljack... This is r-ridiculous" I told the scientist through our private comm link.
"Don't worry sweetspark, no one is going to know. Unless you tell on yourself" His raspy voice sounded amused by mine that sounded struggled. I closed my legs together as best as I could with the vibrator going on full blast on my node.
"Scrap you Wheel-"
"Hey Ratchet" The sudden call of my name made me look up seeing Red Alert entering the medbay.
"Y-yes Red Alert, how can I help y-you?" I tried to keep my composure.
"I was actually coming in to see if you need my help with anything."
"N-no Red, than-" I had to stop my words with a groan
"Yes sweetspark~ the sounds you're making are just delicious" Wheeljack said in the comm.
"Ratchet? Everything ok?" Red Alert sounded concerned.
"Y-yes Red... I was actually about to leave the medbay. Everything is in order here. Now if you'll excuse me" I quickly let go of what I had in my servos and left the medbay hurrying to where the mech making my shift a living hell was at.
"Awe~ Already making your way to our quarters? What's wrong Ratchet? I thought you could handle the heat" I can clearly hear the smirk he had on his faceplate, making fun of me. I quickly placed the pin to enter our quarters and locked it behind me, only to be revealed to an openly revealed spike craving for attention, desperately leaking. I stared at him, ventilating fast at the surge I have running through my frame.
"Hello Doctor, ~ are you craving sweet release?" He asked, opening his legs more. I simply nod without releasing any words.
"Then get to sucking~" I looked down at his spike and then up at his optics. I started moving towards him and kneeled in front of our shared berth where he was sitting on. I gently caressed his inner thigh, making the mech groan at the sudden contact. I looked up at him as I stuck out my glossa to gently lick around his spike's head. I then started to place his spike inside my intake, causing him to release another groan and placing one of his servos behind my helm. I looked up at him one more time and can already tell he was close, he was ventilating fast, his fans on, face completely blushed in blue.
" Primus sweetspark... You look at me like that again and I might just burst" I released his spike with a pop and started to pump him.
"We wouldn't want that now would we?" I continued to pump him. The vibrator was driving me crazy, I'm about to burst myself.
"You're right" He said as he slightly moved me back to give himself space to get up and help me get up with him. He then push me towards our berth and get closer to me.
"I prefer to overload around that pretty little valve of yours~" My breath hitch in my intake at his words. I then suddenly feel his servo on my interface array, tapping it, requesting it to be opened. I followed his command and gave him access, revealing my licking and puffed lips.
"Mm~ What a feast~" He revealed his scarred faceplate and instantly lower himself towards my core, ripping the vibrator off and replacing it with his intake. My optics white out at the sudden sensation.
"W-WHEELJACK!" I placed my servo behind his helm as I started to grind my valve against his faceplate, I was so close. I needed the release. He then started to suck on my node, that was it for me. I reached my climax with a scream, it was so intense, I was holding myself since the medbay. Wheeljack then detaches himself from my core, faceplate full of my fluids.
"S-scrap.. W-whe..." I couldn't finish my sentence. I was still seeing stars.
"Mmm~ What a delicious meal my precious doctor, but we are not done yet. Hope you know that" I looked at him knowing what he meant. Without a word I turned around and placed my aft up in the air for him to witness my wetness desperately waiting for him.
"Go ahead... Take me" He did not waste any time as he was already behind me and placing his throbbing spike in my valve. I bit my bottom derma, expecting the sudden intrusion. Once he was inside, we both groan in unison. The hotness, I felt so full. He bottomed out and did circle motions with his hip thrusts. Then he backed up and completely rammed into me, I threw my helm back. He placed one of his servos on my throat grabbing hold from there, slightly choking me and the other on my hip to keep me steady. He kept at a very rough and hard pace, it made my whole frame shake.
"Primus! Wheeljack" I moaned out, my valve was so stimulated, I could feel another overload coming.
"Yes... Y-yes sweetspa-rk~ I-i'm so close. Your valve takes me so well." His thrust turned so erratic and out of rhythm. I couldn't handle it anymore; I need to release. My valve clamped down on his spike as I overloaded, making him reach his climax with an intense and loud groan. He then set his helm to rest behind mine, taking in deep breaths. I hang my helm, ventilating and with low energy. Wheeljack then comes out and turns me around, making us lay together in our berth.
"Are you ok sweetspark? I didn't hurt ya did I?" He asked, changing demeanor completely. I looked up at him and gently place a servo on his scarred faceplate.
"You could never hurt me my love." I bring him down for a soft and gentle kiss. I could hear his engine rumbling slightly at my affectionate gesture, he brings me in a little closer and I wrap my arms round him. Slowly falling to a peaceful recharge.
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In Command - Part 12
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A/N: HELLO I AM BACK! The Bolts series kind of took over my brain, but I HAVE RETURNED! This chapter took a LONG time because I really wanted to get it (and the next few right) since it contains some of the most significant changes from the original fic. I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT! As always, thank you to the OUTSTANDING @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading for me, knocking ideas around, and reassuring me when I was second-guessing everything. YOU ARE THE BEST TJ!
Chapter Rating: E
Warnings: explicit sexual content (fingering, PiV sex, cum eating), language
Word Count: 9.6k words
“How can this be so kriffing boring?” Senna muttered, rubbing her face. “I really thought this talk would have at least some worthwhile details in it, but the guy giving it has to have been around when they invented the hyperdrive.”
Rex chuckled into his cup of caf. “Oh, come on. I don’t think it’s so bad.”
Senna rolled her eyes at him. “Of course you wouldn’t. You two geezers are kindred spirits.”
“I’m technically younger than you, you know. Accelerated aging and all that.”
She rolled her eyes again, and Rex nudged her with an elbow. It seemed as though she was in higher spirits today, and he couldn’t be certain if it was because the meet with Fisk was set for tomorrow or if there was something else at play. Even her frustration and complaining seemed more light-hearted, and it had made the burden he carried feel slightly more tolerable.
Maybe it was the right call to allow her to do this.
As the speaker wrapped up the session, Senna sighed, powering down the comm node. “Well that was another day wasted.”
“I don’t think that’s true,” he countered. “We learned some more of the command structure. That’s important.”
“But we need more. I need to know what that super weapon is. All we know is that it’s a game-changer in the Empire’s eyes, but we’ve hardly learned anything else helpful. No build schedule, no people running the project, not even the mention of where it’s happening.” She was pulling her bun down and massaging her scalp, her hair hanging in front of her face like an auburn curtain. Rex tried to stifle a smile as she huffed, causing some of the hair to flutter before she whipped it back over her shoulders and down her back. She chewed a thumbnail before turning her attention to a parcel that she’d brought home with her earlier in the week. He hadn’t questioned it, but his curiosity was piqued as she grabbed it and headed into the ‘fresher.
Probably going out for her nightly walk, he thought as he reached for the datapad she’d been using to take notes. He also dug his hand in the bag of sweets she’d bought back earlier in the week, popping one of the candies in his cheek as he began reviewing her notes.
There has to be something here worthwhile.
He still shared her frustration, but he felt he needed to remain optimistic, if nothing else other than for her mental state. His eyes flicked to the door of the ‘fresher as he heard the shower turn on.
Maybe she’s just getting ready for bed tonight.
He wondered if her not going out meant something. He sucked on the candy in his cheek.
A short while later, Senna emerged, but when she did, she wasn’t wearing a new set of clothes to sleep in. Rex had to clench his jaw to keep it from falling open.
She’d swept her hair back in a slightly more stylized bun with smaller braids tucked into it, but she’d allowed some wisps to hang free, framing her face. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought she was wearing a bit of makeup, just enough to accentuate her eyes. But the thing that surprised him most was the cerulean sundress she was wearing. The fabric was simple enough, but the cut hung perfectly on her, outlining her curves in ways that somehow made her eyes sparkle even more. Thin straps laid across her shoulders, weaving across her back in a simple pattern, and the skirt swept to halfway down her shins. It was modest compared to some of the garments he’d seen in his time, but somehow alluring in ways that made sweat break out across the back of his neck. She’d pulled her boots back on underneath and was reaching for her jacket when she seemed to finally notice him staring.
“There’s a festival tonight. Kind of wanted to go see what it’s about,” she said quietly. She brushed a piece of hair behind one ear, sheepishly smiling as if she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t.
“By yourself?” The question came out more accusing than Rex meant, and Senna ducked her head, rubbing the back of her neck.
“There’s a big dinner tonight for the conference. All of the Imps should be there. Figured it’d be safe enough on my own.”
“Oh.”
“I-I just… I didn’t know if… I didn’t know if you’d want to go.” She paused. “Do… do you want to go?”
Rex’s mind faltered.
Did she not want me to go? She’s been distant the last week, pulling away. I don’t want to intrude if she needs the space. But… when she looks like that… Maker…
“I should probably stay in and go over the notes. And then make sure we’re prepped for the meet tomorrow.” The words were out of his mouth like a reflex, and he found himself second-guessing them immediately. Her expression was unreadable.
“Alright then. Might grab dinner while I’m out too.”
“Right. Bring me something back?” he asked.
She smiled gently. “Of course.” They stared at each other for another beat, Senna rocking nervously back and forth on her heels. It was as if she wanted to say something else, but was unable to find a starting point. Finally, she seemed to give up trying, reaching over and snatching her comm from where it sat on the desk. Quickly, she pulled her jacket on and slipping the comm into her pocket. “I shouldn’t be out long. Probably won’t be too much fun.” Her smile was almost apologetic.
“Yeah. Sure,” he fumbled.
Before any more awkward silence could hang between them, she was out the door, leaving Rex alone as he replayed the moment again and again in his mind.
What the kriff was that?
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Senna walked quickly through the crowds on the street, keeping her head down as if she could outrun the awkward encounter with Rex by putting more distance between them.
What the kriff was that?
She had thought about asking him to come with her. Tortured herself over it, in fact. Ultimately, she came to the conclusion that was a violation of the invisible and inconsistent boundary she’d set for herself.
Still… maybe it would have been nice for me to ask.
Dammit.
The evening air was cool, but a warm breeze blew some loose tendrils of hair against her cheeks, and she could smell food vendors nearby frying every type of meat and cheese under the sun. The tinkle of laughter and the notes of music carried on the cool night air, and as she got closer to the square, she felt some of her tension melt away as she sank into the festival atmosphere. Children raced past, brushing her skirt as they sprinted carelessly by, laughing and screaming with dust swirling in their wake. Senna smiled to herself as she disappeared into the crowd, enjoying the feeling of being around people, yet alone. She made her way through the throng, the music growing louder as she wove by group after group of people laughing and giggling. Suddenly, everything opened up around her as she reached the square, and she inhaled sharply as she took it in.
The entire area had been completely transformed from what she’d stumbled upon on her first day out. Small lights were strung within and between the trees, twinkling joyously in the night and softly illuminating the various vendor stalls and the large space where people were dancing. The leaves whispered in the breeze, harmonizing with the laughter and shouts of the onlookers that stood around the edge of the dance floor. A live band played a quick-tempoed tune as the dancers whirled, the colorful fabrics of their clothes waving in wide arcs as they spun, hair and tendrils whipping around like grass in the wind. The smell of assorted fried food and warm drinks was stronger now, carried on the wind along with the sounds, and Senna felt her stomach grumble quietly. She let her shoulder lean against a pillar that was wrapped in streamers and greenery as she took the scene in. She’d never really had the opportunity to see festivals like this while she was a Jedi, and moments of joy like this one warmed her heart after so much time spent in a war.
“Beautiful isn’t it?” a familiar voice said softly next to her, and she jumped, whirling to glare at the man next to her. Familiar brown eyes twinkled beneath the brim of a hat that was covering his blonde hair as he leaned closer to her.
Rex.
“Did you follow me?” she whispered with an edge of annoyance.
Too close.
“No. Well, yes. But I kind of wanted to see what all the fuss was about,” he said sheepishly, ducking his head. “And I figured… well, we are supposed to be on our honeymoon.”
Senna studied him for another moment.
“I suppose that’s true,” she conceded. She felt him step closer, hesitantly wrapping his arm around her waist.
“Is this alright?” he murmured against her ear.
“Yes,” she breathed, trying to keep her heart from racing as she felt his fingers rest against her hip. Her tongue darted out to wet her suddenly dry lips as she fumbled to change the subject and ignore the heat racing to her cheeks. “You ever see anything like this?”
“We weren’t exactly around a lot of festivals on our campaigns.”
“Yeah, that tracks.” They stood in silence for a few more minutes as the song came to a close and the dancers all applauded along with the crowd. The band struck up a new song, and many of the onlookers took to the dance floor, swaying in time with the music. The beat tugged at Senna, and after a few seconds, she found herself tapping her foot. Rex glanced down at where her boot was keeping tempo, smiling to himself before his eyes caught hers. She couldn’t help but grin back at him.
Maybe he’s right. We are supposed to be out together. What could it hurt?
Senna leaned over and said quietly, “You uh…ever learn how to dance, Captain?”
He turned to look at her, noting her cocked eyebrow and taking it as a challenge. “I may have picked up a few dance steps on Coruscant when I was there on leave. Don’t know that I’m any good at any of them though.”
“Well, why don’t we find out then?” she giggled, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the dancers as she tossed her inhibitions to the wind.
He hesitated, pulling back on her hand. She whirled back around to face him, her eyes sparkling in the lantern light. A sudden giddiness came over her, and for once, she wasn’t going to resist it.
We deserve this much, don’t we?
“Come on, Lon. You owe me a honeymoon.” He still was scanning the crowd nervously, so she stepped closer, whispering in his ear, “We deserve to have some fun.”
Rex chuckled quietly. “I suppose we do.”
The air was warmer as she led him towards the dance area, and she stripped out of her jacket, tossing it on a nearby bench. The breeze tugged at her hair, dragging some of the loose strands across her bare shoulders, and she inhaled deeply.
Have some fun.
She turned back to Rex. His gaze was gentle yet piercing, and she felt herself grow warmer. He followed her lead, tossing his jacket on the same bench before interlacing his fingers with hers as she led him through the dancers, weaving along until they found a spot to stake their claim. Turning to face him, Senna let her left arm drift over his shoulder. “You know the Coruscant Whirl?” she asked.
Rex smirked. “Can a Toydarian fly?”
She wrinkled her nose. “I mean, not always super well, but-“ He interrupted her by pulling her close and whipping her around in a circle, and a loud cackle burst out of her as he twirled her. They separated in time with the tempo, their fingertips grazing as they slid by one another until he stepped forward and firmly gripped her hand, spinning her back into him. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this at ease, this happy. She was out of breath from laughing, she was sweaty from the exertion, and she felt as if an ember in her chest was being blown upon every time she caught Rex’s eye, every time his hands found their place on her waist. She wasn’t certain she’d ever seen him this happy either.
She never wanted it to end.
Aren’t we owed this much? After all of it?
Rex’s grin made her heart flutter as he stepped closer to her, wrapping his fingers around her waist, lifting her easily and spinning her. She whooped in surprise at first before tipping her head back and giggling.
“Didn’t expect that one, huh?” he teased in her ear as he spun her around.
“I must say, I’m pleasantly surprised,” she said, her arms drifting to his shoulders as he replaced her on the ground. They were both laughing and panting as they danced, Senna almost daring Rex to keep pace, and him meeting the challenge at every turn. Whipping her around one more time, he pulled her back in and dipped her low just as the song ended, her hands wrapping around the back of his neck as her hair finally fell from its loose bun and spilled over his arm. Senna tipped her head back and laughed. Gently, Rex pulled her back up, her hair sticking to her face and neck as she tried to regain her breath. “Very well done, sir,” she said approvingly.
“I do what I can,” he replied, a grin cutting across his face from ear to ear.
Maker, he’s handsome.
The barriers were crumbling, but she couldn’t be bothered to care. At least, not for tonight.
We should be allowed to be happy. After everything we’ve been through.
Just playing our parts. Valla and Lon Cardell. Honeymooning together.
The band had moved on to a much slower song, and the couples around them had started to move together, holding each other close. Rex turned to look at Senna, and she could see the hesitation, the question clear in his gaze. She shrugged, stepping closer and placing his hand on her waist.
“It is supposed to be our honeymoon,” she reminded him.
He smiled but said nothing, pulling her closer.
Senna slid her left arm back up over his shoulder and allowed the fingers of her right hand to intertwine with his as she let her face rest against his chest. She could hear his heart beating and smell the sweat on him as they swayed in time with the music. The warmth of his hand on the small of her back was a grounding presence, holding her close, and for the first time since before the war, the entire galaxy seemed to fall away. She felt Rex rest his cheek against the top of her head, and she pressed more into him.
Just pretend. Just for a little while.
As they swayed, Rex pulled their clasped hands to his chest, running his thumb over the back of her hand. He turned to whisper into her ear, “Almost makes you feel normal, huh?”
Something stirred within her, twisting her stomach. She smiled sadly up at him. “You forget, this was never going to be my normal,” she whispered back.
“And… what about now?” he asked.
Her heart stuttered in her chest. She froze, and she felt him tense as she pulled back to look at him. His eyes were searching hers, as if he was trying to gauge her reaction. The problem was she wasn’t sure what her reaction was. The ground suddenly felt unsteady under her feet as her brain rushed to interpret what Rex meant, what he could possibly be implying. Her heart was singing at her to hope, but her brain was in an all-out assault to quash that.
You love him.
You can’t.
But what if he…
The song came to an end, and an announcement about the night’s scheduling was played over the sound system. Senna blinked as the speaker blared, derailing her frantic train of thought.
Just small talk. Just pretend. He’d never… no. You can’t let yourself think that.
You’ll only get hurt. Or you’ll hurt him.
Senna smiled back up at him. “We should get some food,” she said as she tucked her hair back into a bun, bending over to grab her jacket striding off towards a food stand. She could feel Rex’s eyes following her for a few seconds before he apparently decided to let it go, falling into step behind her. Her fingers flexed nervously, her eyes darting among the vendors until they settled on a stall selling roasted meat on sticks.
Does… does he?
She shook her head, quickly paying the vendor for two sticks of meat and a bag of dried fruit to share. Her stomach growled, and she bit into the meat, barely tasting it as her mind raced.
You can’t.
“Hey, are you alright?” Rex asked from right next to her.
“Yeah. I’m fine. I… here,” she said, extending him the other stick. He took it, but his eyes never left her. She ate quickly, discarding the wooden stick and tearing open the fruit bag. The sugar and some other spice tingled on her tongue. Rex was eating more slowly, his eyes seemingly never leaving her.
“Are you sure? Because you seem… distant.”
She tried not to squirm under his gaze.
Haven’t I been all week?
Senna turned to face him. Her heart lurched at the way he was looking at her.
He just wants to understand. And maybe you owe him that much.
“Rex, I-”
Their conversation was interrupted by a commotion on the east end of the festival. Shouts and screams cut through the night air, and suddenly, the sound of modulated voices carried over the crowd. Rex and Senna’s eyes met, alarm permeating both of their gazes as they understood what was happening.
Imperials.
Rex stood on his tiptoes to see above the crowd, and when his eyes settled on the far end where the noise was coming from, his mouth pulled into a thin, tight line, confirming what Senna feared. He leaned close, speaking directly into her ear. “They’ve got a small army, and it seems they’re kettling the crowd. I don’t have my chain code with me. Do you?”
Senna’s hands flew to her pockets, already knowing she hadn’t brought her identification as her fingers futilely felt for the chain code disk.
Kriff. How could I have been so careless?
Rex didn’t need her to confirm his suspicions as he met her eyes. “Guess their dinner’s over. Time to go,” he muttered. His arm slipped protectively around her as he began pressing them back away from the main avenue. Quickly, Senna pulled the hood of her jacket up and tried to shield her face with it. Rex tipped the brim of his hat lower, turning up the collar of his jacket as well. They started moving away from the impending line of stormtroopers at as normal of a pace as possible. An announcement boomed over a loudspeaker somewhere.
“This is an unauthorized gathering that is in direct violation of curfew. Disperse immediately or you will be arrested.” There were shouts of protest from various onlookers, but most people were moving away.
“We hold this festival every year. Why would they do this?” Senna heard one woman ask.
“Because they can,” another grumbled in response.
Senna’s mind was racing, her heart rate spiking with fear.
He’s here because of me. I did this. It’s my fault. I put us in danger.
Rex took Senna’s hand and they wove back through the crowd away from the approaching squadron. Slipping into an alleyway, he led her away from the main street. They could hear more and more loudspeakers and the modulated voices of the stormtroopers demanding people move, followed up with a few indignant shouts.
“This way,” Rex whispered. “It should dump us right in front of the inn.”
My fault. My fault. My fault.
They stepped quickly through the darkness, but no matter how much space they put between themselves and the festival, they still could hear the comm chatter of stormtroopers, too close for comfort. Senna was completely disoriented, clinging to Rex’s hand as he worked his way through the labyrinth of alleys and backstreets. Suddenly, he turned one corner, and then immediately jumped backwards, slamming Senna against the wall. She took in his expression, his eyes flicking back and forth, calculating his next move before his brown irises finally found hers in the dark.
“There’s a squad at the end of the alley coming this way,” he whispered. “Come on.”
Rex doubled back, and despite her long legs, Senna found herself jogging to keep up with his pace. He tried another route, but was met with yet another squad working their way towards them.
“Kriff,” he muttered under his breath. Senna could see the tension in his shoulders as he thought, working over the maps she’d watched him memorize in his head. After a few seconds, he turned the opposite direction of the stormtroopers, heading back the way they’d come before ducking into a sidestreet. Senna followed quickly, keeping her head down as she tried to take in her surroundings.
The sidestreet was largely empty, peppered with rundown storefronts and buzzing neon signs. A stray tooka watched them with mild interest, scratching at an ear with a clawed foot. There was a mild stench of standing water and garbage that permeated the entire street, and Senna fought the urge to wrinkle her nose. Her pulse was pounding in her ears, and she felt her chest begin to clench with nerves.
We can’t get caught. That was the deal. No getting captured. No matter what.
As if he could sense her fear, Rex reached back for her hand, which she gratefully slipped into his. “This connects with a fenced-off courtyard that we should be able to scale and cut through,” he murmured. “Think you can handle that?”
“Are you seriously asking if I can climb a fence, Rex?” she joked, doing a poor job of hiding the desperation in her voice.
He smirked, but before he could retort, they heard the click of boot heels and froze. Rex grabbed her arm, pulling her into the shadows. A few seconds later, a squadron of stormtroopers rounded the corner, making their way down the alley and scanning for any stragglers. They stopped a few passerby, and their demands echoed down the street.
“HAVE YOUR CHAIN CODES OUT FOR INSPECTION.”
Rex’s head was on a swivel, looking up and down the connecting alleys. His grip on her hand was firm, and it felt like the only thing keeping Senna from screaming in frustration. She turned and looked down the street, inhaling sharply as she spotted two officers with the squad. One was a younger woman, laughing at something the other had said, but the gait and posture of her counterpart was unmistakable.
Kriff.
“It’s Fisk,” Senna breathed. “Rex, he’s here.”
Her mind raced with thoughts of what would happen if Fisk saw them, and her breath came out in a shaky exhale.
I’ll be arrested as a spy. There’s no way they won’t figure out Rex is a clone. I don’t even know what would happen to him. Would they just kill him? Or lock him away? Or worse?
“Of course he is,” Rex muttered. He squeezed her hand. “This way.”
Rex led her down the closest stairwell, pulling her inside the door of a club named The Tawny Tooka. Senna’s breath felt caught in her chest as he pressed her up against the wall just inside the door, listening to the outside foot traffic. Her heart was racing, but at the moment, she couldn’t determine if it was due to the danger or how close Rex was standing to her, his hands pressed to her hips as he tried to see through the smudged window in the door.
“Paying customers only,” came a gravelly voice, making Senna jump in the quiet. Turning, she spotted a female Pa’lowick leaning out of a curtained window, watching the two of them. She was wearing a wig that sat crookedly on her elongated head, and her lips were painted a neon shade of purple that matched the glitter smeared on her eyelids.
“We just need to get our bearings. Got a little lost,” Rex said, and the Pa’lowick snorted.
“I’m sure the Imps out there can help you find your way just fine, handsome. So either pay up, or get out.”
Rex glared at her, but Senna stepped past him. “What’s the fee?”
“Twenty credits each.”
Senna counted out forty credits as she glanced past the Pa’lowick. She could make out a sliver of the club through the curtain behind the Pa’lowick, and from what she could see inside, it became very clear that she and Rex had stumbled into a sex club.
“I’m surprised the Imps let you keep this place running,” she commented casually, trying to distract from the way her hands were trembling as she replaced the rest of her credit chips in her pocket.
Get inside and hide. Disappear.
The Pa’lowick shrugged. “Normally, you’ll find a few of their officers back there, but they’ve got some big shindig tonight. As long as their top brass continues to patronize this establishment, the rest of ‘em will look the other way.” The attendant scooped Senna’s credits off the counter. “Can take your coats and hat. There’s toys and other fun supplies for sale along the east wall. Private booths on the south wall. Seems like this one prefers to be a bit more…discrete.” She winked at Rex, and his mouth twisted into what Senna guessed was supposed to be a smile. His discomfort was obvious, and she wasn’t certain she was doing much better at hiding hers.
“Thanks,” Senna mumbled, handing off her jacket before grabbing Rex by the wrist and leading him through the doorway that led into the club. He barely had time to toss his own jacket and hat at the Pa’lowick, who was rolling her eyes at the two of them as they disappeared.
Senna had been to several of these types of establishments after the war had ended, both as a customer looking for someone to take her mind off of things and as an asset looking to gather intel for Gerrerra. Despite her familiarity with this type of place, something about Rex’s presence made her cheeks flush with heat as she led him through the sea of bodies towards the south wall. Every step that buried them deeper into the crowd put her more at ease, and she felt some of the tightness in her shoulders abate as she and Rex put distance between themselves and the front entrance.
The attendant was right. Privacy will be the way to go. Especially if the Imps decide to come looking down here.
The room was stifling with the smell of perfume and sweat. Laughter and shouts echoed over a thrumming bass, and Senna’s head swam from the heat that seemed borderline oppressive. Bodies were pressed together in every nook and cranny of the club, parties of every species and gender coupling on couches or working up to it at tables with drinks in hand, leaned close to be heard over the music. Some more adventurous clientele had taken to the stage, exhibiting their proclivities while others seemed to just prefer taking in the show. When she glanced over her shoulder, Senna found Rex staring hard at her, and she couldn’t help but grin impishly at him.
“What, you can’t bend like that?” she teased, jerking her head toward a pair of Twi’leks that were practically contorted on stage with one another. She hoped the joke would keep him from hearing how hard her heart was pounding in her chest.
Rex’s eyes flicked over to the adventurous couple, and he managed a tight smile as he leaned down to reply. His breath was hot against her cheek. “Not without a good amount of stretching.”
She giggled, some of the tension leaving her body as his hands found their way to her hips. She leaned back into him, interlacing her fingers with his as her eyes scanned the crowd. Standing on her tiptoes, she was able to spot the booths in the back, several of them occupied while others had their curtains hanging open invitingly.
“Think we should find somewhere more private like the attendant suggested?” she asked, leaning back to speak to Rex. Her lips grazed the shell of his ear, and she could have sworn she felt him shudder.
“I think that’s best. Lead the way, love.”
Her heart stuttered in her chest.
Love.
She shook her head, desperately trying to clear the haze that was inundating her mind.
Ever the professional. Still playing his part.
Despite that thought, heat licked up her spine as she strode forward, keeping one hand linked with his as she wove through the crowd. Her chest felt tight, and an undeniable wetness was forming between her legs. She made a beeline for the first booth that was obviously open, and Rex followed her inside.
The two of them pressed into the small booth, and Rex pulled the curtain closed behind them, plunging them into darkness. With that darkness and the sense of isolation came relief, and Senna found herself releasing a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
We’re safe. For now.
The dark space was barely large enough for two people to stand in with a small, L-shaped seat pushed into the corner that was clearly meant to facilitate one very specific thing. Senna’s head was spinning in the close space, caught between the rush of relief and the tension of having Rex so close. The air felt thick as Rex turned in the dark, leaning down to whisper to her. She struggled to focus on the words rather than how his breath felt against the shell of her ear and the smell of his skin. Some of his stubble scraped her cheek as he spoke, the low husky rumble of his voice making her knees tremble.
“We can lay low here for a bit until the troopers clear out on the street. They’ll stay just long enough to be an inconvenience and leave when the crowd has dispersed. I don’t think Fisk saw us.”
Senna’s hand rested on his forearm, nodding in agreement. “D-do we stay in here until then?” She knew what she hoped for, but she needed him to confirm it. All of her inhibitions were melting away faster than her brain could counteract them. The adrenaline was wearing off, quickly being replaced by a burning need that was enveloping her more with every breath.
Just an act. It has to be enough.
But what if it’s not?
Rex chuckled, and the sound made Senna’s heart flutter as his hand found a place on her hip. “I’m afraid I don’t have a better idea. But it’ll be f-“
The curtain was abruptly pulled open, and Senna blinked at the large Togruta man standing before them. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and he had his arm draped around the shoulder of a Twi’lek, who had his hand halfway down the Togruta’s pants. Both of their eyes widened in surprise before the Togruta glared at Rex.
“Occupied,” Rex growled.
“Well at least use it then so the rest of us can have a turn,” the Togruta rumbled.
“The next one’s open, sweetheart,” the Twi’lek giggled, the muscles of his arms flexing, and the Togruta moaned. “Let’s leave them to their play.”
“Fine.” The Togruta managed to shoot Rex one more withering look before he closed the curtain, and Senna heard a thud followed by a loud titter from the connecting wall a few moments later.
“I hope that doesn’t keep happening,” Rex muttered, yanking the curtain closed again. “Don’t want to have to keep fending them off.”
Senna wet her lips, an idea forming in her mind that under normal circumstances, she’d have immediately rejected.
But these were not normal circumstances.
“It probably will keep happening.” She inhaled deeply as her addled brain reached what she considered to be the only possible conclusion. “Sit down on the couch, Rex.” Her voice was breathier than she’d meant for it to be, and he turned to look at her. She wasn’t certain if she was imagining it, but she could have sworn he looked hopeful, almost eager.
“What?” he asked.
She pushed at his shoulders, guiding him backwards. “They’re going to keep coming in, so we’d better look like we’re doing something, or else they’ll get an employee to kick us out. And then we’ll be out in the open and really will be conspicuous.”
Rex fell heavily back onto the seat. “That makes sense,” he agreed slowly. She bent down to bunch her skirt in her hands, hiking the blue fabric up around her thighs. His gaze felt molten as it raked over each newly exposed inch of skin.
“I do that sometimes,” she joked as she climbed onto his lap and straddling him. Her skirt pooled around her hips, exposing her thighs as her knees sunk into the cushions on either side of him, and she could see Rex’s eyes trail along the exposed flesh, his hands hovering over her. She leaned forward, pressing her chest against his and nuzzling against his cheek.
It’s just an act. What we need to sell it.
Rex finally appeared to decide to rest his hands on her hips, digging his fingers into the wadded-up fabric of her skirt. “If anyone comes in, just follow my lead,” she whispered against his ear, and she felt him shiver. This time, she was sure of it, certain that he was reacting that way because of her. Heat bloomed between her legs.
Just an act.
“And what does that entail?” he asked in a husky whisper.
“We’re going to give them a show,” she laughed. “Make them think this is definitely in use.”
His grip on her hips tightened, and Senna became increasingly aware that her core was pressed against his crotch, and that he was absolutely reacting to having her so close. But before she could give it any additional thought, two voices just outside of the booth’s curtain grabbed her attention, and the curtain rattled as though it was being tugged. Senna rolled her hips, grinding against Rex as the curtain opened.
She couldn’t stop the moan that tore from her throat, her fingers digging into the back of Rex’s neck as his grip on her hips tightened. She ground herself against him again, feeling his cock twitch in his trousers. She could feel the length as she ground her cunt against it, and she panted against his neck. Rex leaned into her, making a low sound in his throat that sent electricity shooting through her veins. His hands were gripping her firmly, guiding the motion of her hips as the curtain swung open.
“Oh, sorry!” It flipped shut quickly, and Senna paused, panting against Rex’s neck.
“Yeah… like that,” she whispered with a chuckle.
“Seems we sold it,” Rex rasped. There was a little strain in his voice, and she could feel how tightly he was still holding her. One of his hands moved to trail along her spine, brushing the bare skin between her shoulder blades and drawing a shiver from her. She dug her teeth into her lip to keep herself from gasping.
“Is… is this alright?” he asked after a few moments.
She nuzzled against his throat, trying to keep the tremble out of her voice. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?”
Just an act.
He swallowed hard. “I just… I don’t want… I know that Fisk made you uncomfortable when he touched you like this. And I don’t want to do that.”
“You’re not Fisk, Rex. It’s different when you touch me.”
She could feel a throbbing between her legs, and her head swam as she fought the urge to grind against Rex again. His grip loosened on her skirt.
“Do you like it when I touch you?” he asked, so quietly she almost didn’t catch it.
Senna turned to face him, her nose grazing his in the dim light. His eyes seemed darker, and his breath was warm against her lips as he watched her, searching her gaze. Her brain screamed at her to stop, to push away from him, to not let herself get pulled under.
But for once, she didn’t listen.
“Yes.”
She didn’t know she’d said it out loud at first, but she felt Rex’s breath stutter against her lips. His brows were furrowed as he searched her eyes, almost as if he wanted to be sure he’d heard her correctly.
Slowly, Rex reached up, pushing her hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear. His fingers grazed her cheek, tracing along her jaw, and Senna leaned into his touch, closing her eyes and savoring the warmth of his palm. Rex’s eyes flicked down to her mouth, and his thumb gently traced along her lower lip. The pressure was light, and Senna kissed the pad of his thumb. His eyes locked with hers.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
Rex traced the lines of her throat until his warm fingers grazed along her collar bone, finally reaching her bare shoulders. His fingertips touched the strap of her dress, toying with the thin strand of material. He hesitated, his eyes finding hers again, and Senna shrugged her shoulder down, letting the strap slip off in invitation. Rex’s eyes locked on her bare shoulder, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
He looked hungry.
And in that moment, she wanted nothing more than to be consumed by him.
Senna felt as if she was floating, and before she could consider it further, she reached for his hand. Rex allowed her to take it, and she kissed along his knuckles, placing one against his palm before she guided his hand under her skirt, resting it on her bare thigh. The two of them watched each other as she took his other hand, kissing it as well before she let out a shaky exhale, pulling Rex’s hand to her chest. The hand on her thigh tightened, and she placed her palm over the top of the one that was resting on her chest, adjusting her weight so that her core was pressed against his cock. Every muscle in Rex’s body was tensed, but as she stroked her thumb over the back of his hand, his fingers trailed along the neckline of the dress before his palm dropped down to cup her breast, squeezing it gently.
Senna’s head rolled back, and she gasped, grinding against him. He groaned in response.
The curtain rattled again.
The final barricade between them crumbled as they stared into each other’s eyes.
Rex’s hand slipped from her breast, sliding around the back of her neck to pull her into a heated kiss. They’d kissed before of course, but this one was different, urgent, hungry, all tongues and teeth clashing together with an urgency that they’d both repressed for months. The taste of Rex pulled Senna under, and she was more than happy to drown in him. His tongue traced her lower lip, requesting access and her hands slipped around the back of his head as she granted it eagerly, running her tongue along his, desperate to give him whatever he wanted. Her hips rolled again, and Rex reciprocated, gasping into her mouth. Both of his hands gripped her bare thighs under her skirt, pulling her against him with every roll of their hips, and it didn’t take the two of them long to find a rhythm. Her nails scratched lightly across the back of his neck as she began to grind against him more insistently. Her undergarments were quickly dampening, but she couldn’t stop.
And she didn’t want to.
Rex seemed as lost as she was in the moment, grunting every time she pressed against him. She whined against his mouth.
The curtain was still open, but neither of them seemed to care.
“Touch me,” she gasped.
“Where?”
“Anywhere. Please.”
Rex slipped his hand into her hair, gently tangling his fingers in it. His grip was firm, but so gentle compared to how Fisk had held her head still before.
She wanted more.
Rex’s lips worked their way along her jawline until he reached her throat. She felt his mouth press against the tendons there, sucking a mark before he moved down to her collar bone. His tongue traced her clavicle until he reached the scar left there by the shattered tree branch, and suddenly his kisses were more tender as he focused on the healed mark.
Senna closed her eyes, leaning into his touch as he lavished the mark that haunted her with attention, ensuring she’d never look at it the same in the mirror.
“More?” he whispered.
“More. Please.”
She pressed her core harder against him, and there was no question that this had gone beyond an act for the benefit of those around them.
Senna was chasing her pleasure against Rex’s hardening cock.
And he was helping her.
The hand on her thigh reached further under her skirt, sliding around to grip her ass, guiding her along his length. She felt his fingertips slip under the edge of her panties as his fingers dug into the curve of her ass.
The curtain closed again.
They didn’t stop.
Rex’s grip on her hair tightened, and she gasped before his lips met hers again, his voice a deep rasp.
“Valla.”
The use of her false name spurred her on for some reason.
It has to be enough.
“Don’t stop. Please,” she begged.
Every barrier Senna had thrown up crumbled to dust as she smelled Rex’s skin, tasting his sweat as her tongue traced along the muscles of his throat. Her nose grazed his jaw, and she could feel a day of accumulated scruff scrape against her skin. She had wanted him for weeks, but this was different.
She needed this. Needed him.
It was easy to slip into this role, to justify that she was playing the part of an eager wife on her honeymoon with her husband, but she knew that wasn’t what this was. It was messy, but she couldn’t seem to stop it. Rex was intoxicating, and she wasn’t about to further deprive herself of him.
Don’t we deserve this? her mind whispered to her.
“More,” she begged.
Rex’s fingers dug into her flesh hard enough that she was certain he was going to leave bruises, and the thought made her clench around nothing as her panties became a sopping mess.
Let him mark me. Let him make me his.
She lost herself in him, panting against his mouth as he pulled her forehead against his.
“We…we sh-should…” Rex cut himself off with a moan as she nipped at his jawline.
Senna felt everything in her body tightening as her orgasm built at breakneck speed. She whined against Rex’s lips, and his hand slipped between her legs.
“Are you close?” he gasped.
All she could manage was a nod. She could feel his hesitation, his hand resting against the inside of her thigh.
“P-please. Touch me.”
“Yeah?” he understood what she was asking for. Of course he did. Rex knew her.
“Please. Please. Please…” She felt him nudge her panties to the side with his fingers before he slipped one thick digit along her soaked cunt, tracing her lips and gently rubbing circles around her clit. Senna let out a loud moan.
“Right there. Please. Right there. Don’t stop.”
She’d watched his hands often, how his calloused and scarred fingers moved deftly when he was completing a task. They were strong yet gentle, and while they’d almost been her demise, she’d found comfort in them that outweighed everything. She’d thought about how they felt cradling her face, how they felt when he held her at night, how warm they were when they were wrapped around hers. And she’d quietly mewled at night at the thought of them touching her in more intimate places. Her fantasy was overcome by reality as Rex slipped two fingers inside of her, working his thumb at her clit as she ground down on him.
The sensation was better than she’d ever been able to imagine.
“All this for me, pretty girl?” he rasped, his hand quickly growing wet with her arousal as he plunged his fingers in and out of her.
Senna whined as she frantically rode Rex’s hand. He slipped a third finger into her, finally pressing deep enough to find the spongy place within her, and she gasped.
“Lon. Fuck. Right there. Gods above, right there.”
“Fuck, you’re beautiful like this,” he whispered.
Her eyes met his, her lips parted as sweat slicked her skin. His gaze was piercing as he watched her with dark eyes.
“Cum for me,” he demanded, nodding in encouragement. “Let me have it.”
And she did.
He pulled her lips to his, swallowing her screams as she came hard, clenching around his fingers. Wave after wave coursed through her, leaving her shuddering in his arms as she came down from her high, the thrumming bass of the music outside of the curtain finally replacing the rushing of blood in her ears.
Senna flopped against Rex, panting and listening to the hammering of his heart in his chest. She could feel his cock, still hard as durasteel in his trousers, pressed against her. He’d removed his hand from between her legs, and she could see his fingers glistening with her release in the dim light. Rex was examining them as though they were coated in liquid gold, and after a moment, he slipped his fingers into his own mouth, groaning at the taste. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him lick her release from his fingers as though it were the finest wine in the galaxy.
After a moment, he leaned down, kissing her. She could taste herself on his tongue. He offered her his fingers, and she finished cleaning them off, her own tang sharp against her taste buds. Rex watched her with interest, his eyes following the way her tongue traced his knuckles before she sucked the tips of his fingers.
“Atta girl,” he praised, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His chest was still heaving, and Senna watched another trickle of sweat dribble across his collar before dotting the fabric of his shirt with moisture.
The heat grew again in her belly at his praise, words he’d said to her many times that somehow were different now. Sitting up, she reached between her legs, undoing his pants.
It’s not enough.
“What are you doing?” he rasped.
Just a husband and wife on their honeymoon. Just an act.
It was flimsy and outlandish, but it was the best reasoning she could come up with in her addled brain at the moment. She had kept everyone at arm’s length for the last year, never letting anyone get too close. Not even the others she’d slept with had felt this close, this all-encompassing, and even as she let go, she was trying to keep Rex distant in her mind.
That’s all this is. A job. A release. We both needed it. We’re doing each other a favor. Lon and Valla. Fucking each other as married couples do.
She pulled her hand away, meeting his gaze.
“Do you want me to stop?” she asked.
Rex watched her for a moment before he shifted to undo his pants the rest of the way, lifting his hips slightly to slide them down just enough. She could feel the warmth of his skin where his bare hips now pressed against the inside of her thighs. And then she felt the hot, blunt head of his cock run through her slick folds. His lips parted slightly, and he released a sharp exhale at the feel of her. His eyes never left hers as he reached between her legs again, pumping himself, his knuckles grazing her clit with every stroke. He coated himself with her release before notching himself at her entrance.
Fuck. He’s huge.
They panted as they watched one another for a moment, not daring to move.
There was still time to stop, to put all their clothes back on and never go further.
It’s not enough.
Senna crossed the line for both of them, lowering herself down onto Rex’s cock on shaky legs and spearing herself on his length. Her head rolled back and she moaned as his girth split her open. He was so thick, and as the head of his cock pushed into her, she felt her walls stretch to accommodate him. Patience was never something she prided herself in, and it took everything she had to ease herself downwards. She was definitely going to be sore, but worries of tomorrow were completely banished from her mind. Right now, the entire rest of the galaxy had melted away, all except for Rex. Her hair had come loose from her bun again, hanging around his face as she leaned over him, enclosing the two of them even further. She could see he was wound just as tightly as she was, his brows furrowed as he stared at where he was disappearing inside of her, a centimeter at a time. She gave a few rolls of her hips until she was seated fully in his lap, clenching around him in the dimly lit booth. Rex’s fingers were digging into her hips again, but his eyes were locked on hers, chest heaving as he kept himself in check.
Senna sat up, grinding herself against him. Her palms pressed against the wall behind his head, and her mouth fell open. She panted as she rolled her hips again, searching for the place inside her that would send her hurtling over the edge.
Rex hissed between clenched teeth, and she leaned further forward, allowing the top of her dress to slip downwards. He reached up, pulling it down to expose her breasts to him. The cerulean fabric pooled around Senna’s waist as she shrugged out of the straps, and Rex’s eyes took her in with a reverence she’d never seen from him.
“Beautiful,” he breathed.
Senna rolled her hips again, slowly at first until she was building a steady rhythm, fucking herself on Rex’s cock. He was silent aside from the occasional grunt and his labored breathing. It was everything she’d imagined at night with her fingers buried in her cunt, all of it and more. Her mind was screaming that this was a one-time thing, all an act to keep the mission intact, but Senna wasn’t sure how she’d ever be satisfied again, not with how he was looking at her. The air between them had felt charged for weeks, and every stroke of his cock inside of her rippled through her like lightning, finally striking where she needed it most.
But she needed more. More of him. All of him. Anything less wouldn’t be enough.
She gripped the back of the couch to give herself leverage, bringing her breasts closer to his face. He glanced up at her, and she nodded, her eyes silently pleading.
Touch me.
His palm cupped one of her breasts, giving it a gentle squeeze. She arched further into his touch.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”
She kissed him again, her tongue slipping along his lower lip, and he groaned into her mouth. His fingers wrapped around her nipple, tugging lightly and she gasped.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” she whined.
He did it again, and her back arched in response. Rex growled, low and deep and throaty, and heat rushed between Senna’s legs as the sound rumbled in her chest. Leaning forward, Rex took a nipple between his lips, suckling at it. Senna cradled the back of his head as he took the tender flesh between his teeth, gripping her other breast in his hand and rolling her nipple between his fingers.
“J-just like that. Fuck. Don’t stop.”
Senna fucked him harder than she’d ever fucked anyone in her life. Sweat rolled down her neck, trickling between her breasts as she ground him against the place inside her that drove her wild. Rex chased the trails of perspiration between her breasts with his tongue, alternating between tasting her skin and marking her. Frantically, she adjusted, and the new angle sent Rex’s head tilting back against the edge of the couch, banging against the wall with a dull thud.
His hand left her breast, and she whined, but his fingers slipped back into her hair, pulling her forehead down to touch his again as he began bucking up to meet her thrusts.
“Yes yes yes yes,” she chanted, beginning to bounce on his cock, and the grip on her hip tightened. Rex redoubled his efforts, guiding her up and down along his length as she desperately tried to ground herself in his eyes.
“Lon. More. Please. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t. I can’t.”
The curtain opened and closed a few times, but neither of them seemed to care or notice. At one point, it remained slightly open, and a sliver of light fell across Rex’s face, illuminating the sheen of sweat that had broken out across his skin.
He’s beautiful.
Senna felt drunk on him. She ground her clit against the patch of hair at the base of his cock before lifting herself off of him just enough to leave the head inside of her. She teased him for a moment, enjoying the feel of his member breaching her and then sliding back out before she dropped herself fully back down on him with a wet smacking sound. He whined in response, spurring her on, and she began riding him harder, willing to do anything to hear him make a sound like that again.
We’re just playing a part. We’re a married couple. That’s what this is. We’re doing our jobs. This is our job. Right?
“Right there. Fuck. Right there, Valla.”
Senna maintained the angle, driving him against her inner walls as though her life depended on it. She was gasping against his ear as he held her close.
“Rex, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Fill me up. Fuck me. Rex please.”
She didn’t even notice she’d switched to his actual name until he gripped her tighter, pulling her close.
“Say it again,” he snarled. “Say my name like that.”
“Lon. Please.”
He adjusted her so that their foreheads were pressed together again, his eyes burning into hers. “No. Say my real name, Senna.”
Her heart fluttered and her cunt clenched at the way her name fell from her lips. She never wanted him to call her anything else again.
“Senna.”
Fuck.
She ground against him frantically, leaning forward to whine in his ear. “Don’t stop, Rex. Please don’t stop. I’m so close. I want you to fill me.”
“Yeah? You want me to fuck you until I coat your insides, Senna?”
“Yes. Rex. Please. Fuck. I need it. I need you.”
He kissed her, and his hips stuttered. She felt him spurt and twitch within her, and that sent her hurtling over the edge, her head tipped backwards in a silent scream as he grunted, emptying himself into her. Her vision was obscured as it whited out, and for a moment, she wondered if she was about to wake up from a dream again and find herself alone in her bed. The feeling of a hand on her cheek, thumb stroking over the skin, brought her back down to Lothal’s surface, and when she opened her eyes, she found Rex’s brown ones staring up at her.
“Welcome back,” he whispered.
Senna had no response, only managing a dopey grin.
She laid her head on his shoulder as her bliss faded to a buzzing in her ears. She thought she’d want to get up, be able to leave easily, but all she wanted was to feel the heat of his body against hers for a while longer. His cock slipped from her, and she adjusted to let him tuck himself away. His heart was pounding in his chest, and she laid still, listening to it slow until he finally looked down, brushing some hair out of her eyes.
You love him.
“We should get back.”
Everything around Senna shattered.
What did you expect? We played the part. Did what we needed to do. Fooled everyone.
She stood hurriedly, pulling the dress back over her shoulders and finding some wipes to clean herself tucked into the booth. Rex stood, watching her for a moment. Senna tried to keep her face neutral as she offered him the wipes to clean himself off, turning her back as he accepted them. She felt suddenly self-conscious, as if this man hadn’t been buried in her cunt five minutes ago.
Just an act.
“Senna-”
“Let’s go,” she whispered, turning to face him. She gave him a tight smile, trying desperately to keep her emotions at bay. He watched her for another half a beat before pushing the curtain aside for her. She stepped past him, her head still feeling fuzzy.
What just happened?
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