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mandos-mind-trick · 8 months

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Heat of the Moment

Summary: It was supposed to be an easy mission, just a simple insurrection on a primitive planet. Nothing ever goes as planned, and Clone Force 99's civilian member finds herself in a sticky situation.

Pairing: Hunter x reader

Warnings: Sex pollen, medical inaccuracies, dub-con because sex pollen, hidden feelings, ROUGH sex, angst, biting, scratching, brief mentions of blood, excessive use of the word pussy, manhandling, injuries, confession of feelings, oral, smelling, unprotected sex, creampies galore, it's really rough guys please use caution

A/N: All hail the mighty sex pollen trope. I am here with another sex pollen fic that sort of got away from me. I didn't plan on it being this long but I have been rather long winded recently. Please heed the warnings since this is pretty intense and rough and yeah. Enjoy!

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It happens suddenly.

You’re crouched behind a rock, taking cover as you fire at droids. It was nothing more than an insurrection on a relatively primordial planet. Squashing insurrections was becoming your specialty.

You were entirely focused on taking out droids when you felt the sudden prick on your neck. It was hardly more than a sting, like that of a bug, but enough to draw your attention from the fight. You reach up, fingers meeting something soft like feathers. You tug on it, feeling a small pinch as it’s tugged from your skin. You lean against the rock you had been taking cover behind, staring down at the brightly colored dart resting in your palm.

Someone shot you with a dart. Your eyes scan the trees, looking for any sign of who could have shot you, but there’s nothing. No sign of anyone.

Your arm flies up out of instinct, covering your face as sparks erupt right over your head. A droid falls at your side with a clang, Hunter sheathing his knife. You blink up at him, suddenly remembering you’re in the middle of a fight. You feel a bit like your brain is moving in slow motion, your fingers beginning to tingle.

You blink as Hunter squats down next to you. He’s been speaking to you, but you haven’t been listening. His fingers close around yours, pulling your hand closer to him. His hands are warm, practically pulsing against your tingling fingertips. You’re still holding the dart in your palm, the bright plumage a stark contrast to your black glove.

“Did this hit you?” He asks, taking the dart from your hand.

You nod slowly, forcing your mouth closed. You hadn’t even realized it was hanging open.

“Tech, do you know what it is?” Hunter asks, handing the dart off to Tech.

You turn to look up at Tech. When had he arrived? You glance around, the other three standing around you. Was the fight over? When had they gotten here?

Tech lowers his visor, studying the dart. “It will be difficult to discern.” He says, turning the dart in his hands. “There is not much knowledge on the inhabitants of this planet, or its native flora. I will have to do further testing to be certain.” Tech pockets the dart before kneeling down in front of you. “Are you experiencing any symptoms?”

You stare at the visor, looking past it to his eyes. Gloved hands cup your face, tugging lightly at the skin below your eyes. You flinch under the touch, your skin tingling under the rough fabric of his gloves.

“Slight dilation of the pupils. Body temperature is just higher than normal.” Tech says, studying your face.

“‘M fine.” You murmur, suddenly snapping to the present.

“Delayed cognitive processing.” Tech pulls away from you, your skin itching where his hands had been. “That could be concerning.”

Hunter pushes himself to stand and you use the rock behind you to help get your feet under you. Your legs are twitching, feeling a bit like jelly as you attempt to steady yourself. “Tech, Echo, take her back to the ship. See if you can figure out what was on that dart. The rest of us will scan the area. Whoever shot her couldn’t have gotten far on foot.”

You push yourself off the rock, wavering for just a moment before you steady yourself. It feels as if you’re moving in slow motion, each step taking every ounce of effort to move your feet forward.

The trek back to the Marauder is slow going.

Tech’s fingers are moving at light speed on his datapad, head down as you follow the trail back to the Marauder. Echo walks next to you, watching you cautiously. You’ve broken out in a sweat, your blacks sticking to your back under your light armor. It’s uncomfortable, the fabric almost unbearable as it chafes your skin. You’re not sure if it’s the heat blooming under your skin, or the unbearable feeling of the fabric, but you want to pull your clothes off.

You stumble to a stop as Echo grabs your arm. You had been undoing the clasps of your armor without even realizing it. You frown, dragging a hand across your forehead to wipe the sweat off. “‘M hot.” You murmur.

“We’ll never make it at this speed.” Echo says. “She’s going to drop before we even get there.”

Tech pockets his datapad and suddenly your world is spinning. You nearly black out at the sudden movement, your head falling limply against a plastoid-covered shoulder.

“Her temperature has spiked.” His voice rumbles through his chest, vibrating against your side. “The sooner we can reach the Marauder, the sooner we can combat her symptoms.”

The world sways as Tech carries you back to the Marauder. The trip takes half the time it would have had you still been walking. Echo had been right, you likely wouldn’t have made it. You’re hot and exhausted even being carried.

The air doesn’t feel any cooler in the Marauder as Tech sits you in a chair. Your head is swimming, fingers fumbling to remove your armor. You can’t stand it. It’s heavy and it’s pressing your blacks tighter against your skin. Echo helps you remove each piece, setting it out of the way as he runs a scan. Tech works on scanning the dart, trying to figure out what it was coated with to see how best to help you.

Echo straps a monitor to your arm, your vision still swimming as you try to focus on his helmet. You still feel like the world is moving in slow motion, even just lifting your hand feels like it’s taking every ounce of effort.

“Hmm,” Tech hums, staring at the screen. “There’s no record of any of the compounds pulled from the dart. I’ll need to run a further analysis to see if I can break down their individual components.”

“Well, whatever you have to do, do it fast.” Echo says. “Her heart rate is spiking again.”

Tech turns to look at you, adjusting his goggles. “We may need to consider a medical center. They will have the resources to keep her stable.”

You swallow thickly. Even in your half delirious state, you know that what Tech is suggesting isn’t coming lightly. You could deteriorate faster than he can figure out what was unwittingly injected into your body. And if there was no cure...a medical center would be better prepared to search for one and keep you alive while they did it.

Heat begins blooming under your skin once more as you sit and wait, your vision swimming. The monitor on your arm begins to beep rapidly, your hands and feet starting to tingle. You feel a bit like you’re floating, like your brain is leaving your body behind.

“...get back to the ship...condition deteriorating...” Tech’s voice fades into the background, your eyes fluttering shut.

***

There’s a hand on your face when you snap back into reality. The sweat sliding down your temples is uncomfortable, practically burning your skin. The rough fabric of the glove is too much and not enough at the same time. You blink up at the helmet hovering in front of your face.

“...bacta’s working...waking up...”

The voices float in and out around you. You feel hot, hotter than you had been when you passed out. Your blacks are almost unbearable, between the heat trapped under them from your skin and the intense sensation of the fabric against your skin, you’re ready to strip down right there.

Hands grasp yours, stilling their movements.

You had been pulling your blacks off, the top half undone and untucked from the bottoms. You weakly try to pull your hands free, but Hunter’s grip on you is tight. He’s breathing heavily, the sound of his breaths just barely audible through his helmet. You can feel the subtle vibration in the seat under you as the Marauder hurtles through hyperspace.

“‘M hot.” You whine, still trying to fight Hunter’s grasp on you.

“I know.” He says, voice raspy through his helmet. “Your fever’s going down.” He slowly releases your hands and they fall limply to your sides again. He turns away from you to face Tech at the other console. “Are you any closer?” His tone is sharp, shoulders tense. Even in your delirious state you can tell he’s on edge.

You’ve spent a lot of time staring at Hunter. You could read him like a novel, far better than you could read the others. He had been one of the most welcoming of the group when you had been forced to join, though finding your place among them had taken some time. They’ve been together their whole lives and suddenly someone else is being thrown into the mix, a nat-born and a woman to boot. You had spent a lot of time studying him, watching him even when you weren’t in the middle of a battle. How easily he moves, how graceful he is, how aware of everything he is. The dexterity of his fingers and how easily he can wield a knife.

You may have developed some feelings for your Sergeant, but you would never admit it. He’s never shown any interest in that at all, so you would hold your peace. You’d suffer in silence, stuck doing nothing but fantasizing when everyone else was asleep.

A wave of heat burns through your body, making you wince. You’re uncomfortable, a cramping sensation beginning in your lower abdomen. You wince, hissing out a breath as you curl in on yourself.

“You alright?” Echo asks, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Hurts.” You gasp out, tensing your whole body as you wait for the cramping to stop.

Sweat is pooling in your underwear and between your legs, the fabric of your blacks beginning to chafe uncomfortably. You desperately want to be naked. Anything to relieve some of the sensation.

You let out a shaky breath as the sensation begins to subside, but now there’s a slight pulsing between your legs.

“You’re developing new symptoms.” Tech says, staring at you. “What did it feel like?”

“Cramping.” You say, pushing your hands into the spot right above your pelvis where you had felt it. “Here.”

Tech stares at you contemplatively for a moment before he spins back around to the console, typing away rapidly.

You shift in your seat, gasping quietly as your thighs press together. Your pussy is throbbing, underwear no longer damp from just sweat anymore. You should tell Tech about this development as well, but you’re afraid to. How do you bring something like that up to someone who was essentially your coworker, much less in a room full of your other coworkers?

Oh yeah, by the way, I’m also feeling very horny. That wouldn’t be an awkward conversation at all.

Your blacks continue to chafe your skin, sticking in sweaty places and rubbing others. You can’t stand it. It’s all too much, every sensation against your body too much. “Kriff it.” You breathe, tugging the top of your blacks off. “I can’t.”

The soaked fabric hits the floor with a plop, leaving you in nothing but your breastband. Echo quickly straightens up, turning his gaze to the back of the ship. Wrecker clears his throat, turning his back to you very quickly. You’ve all seen each other in various states of undress before. It wasn’t like this was that kind of situation. You were potentially dying.

If you’re going to die, you’re going to do it comfortably, even if that comes at the expense of your poor squadmates.

Even your breastband is almost too much, nipples hard and poking at the thick fabric. Every breath is like torture, every small sensation only adding to the throbbing between your legs. Even the vibration of the seat, something you normally didn’t even notice, is almost too much.

“Kriff,” Hunter breathes, popping his helmet off. His forehead is beading with sweat under the bandana, strands of hair sticking to his face and neck.

“You alright, Hunter?” Wrecker asks, watching his sergeant with rapt attention. Everyone is staring at him now, not just you.

“No!” He snaps, his helmet hitting the floor with a clang. “I can smell it! I can smell her!” He points at you.

The entire ship falls silent, no one moving for a moment. You hadn’t even thought about the fact Hunter could probably smell you. He’d likely known before you had how aroused you were becoming. The thought has your face flushing. You’d pictured him many times burying his face in your pussy, breathing in your scent from its source, praising you on how good you smell, how good you taste.

The thoughts have your pussy throbbing even more.

Tech stands from the console, turning to Echo, speaking quietly despite the fact Hunter could still hear him. “Take her into the cockpit and seal the door. Don’t open it, no matter what you hear.”

Echo nods, scooping you into his arms before carrying you into the cockpit. His scomp is cold against your back, but it feels good, like a brief respite from the fire burning beneath your skin. He sits you down in the copilot’s seat before he locks the door, sealing you off from the others.

He takes a seat in the pilot’s chair, checking the navigation. You’re still a few hours out from the nearest medical center.

Are you going to make it that long?

“I have a theory.” Tech’s voice comes through the comm, drawing your attention from your thoughts. “I’ve managed to identify one of the chemical agents found on the dart. The others are a mix of pollen from plants native to the planet. It appears to be causing an excessive release of estrogen from the hypothalamus.”

“What does that mean?” Hunter’s voice is faint through the comms, but you can still hear the strain in it.

“She’s experiencing a state of hyper-arousal. As more and more estrogen is released, her state of arousal continues to increase. That is why her heart rate and temperature continue to spike, and why she is in such a state of discomfort.” Tech states, far too calmly for the situation.

“What do we do?” Wrecker asks.

“She will die, if the effects are not reversed. She will suffer brain damage if her body temperature continues to rise, and the prolonged tachycardia will cause heart failure.” Tech says.

You gulp, your skin starting to prickle. So you are dying. Dying from horniness.

“Bacta will not work, so long as her hypothalamus is in a state of dysfunction. It can lessen the fever and help slow her heart rate, but it will only be effective for so long.” Tech continues. “There is no known remedy, since this compound has been entirely unknown to science until now.”

“Why would they do this?” Hunter asks, his voice louder. You can hear the agitation in his tone. “Why would they give her something like this?”

“I am uncertain.” Tech answers. “A possible explanation is this is a common aphrodisiac used for mating purposes. The natives of the planet may be more tolerant to the compound. Perhaps they were unwelcoming of both us and the droids and this was their only means of protecting themselves.”

“And she’s the easiest target since she doesn’t wear a helmet.” Crosshair says.

“Precisely.” Tech says. “It also explains why you are being affected as well. Beyond being able to sense her arousal, it is likely the compound is causing her to release a pheromone that is too faint for us to sense. But for someone with heightened senses...”

“Kriff.” Hunter curses, his voice sounding strained. “What do we do? How do we fix it?”

“It is possible a release of other chemicals may slow the hypothalamus’ excretion of estrogen enough to stave off the symptoms until we can reach a medical center.” Tech says.

“How do we do that?” Hunter asks.

“An orgasm would be the simplest way.” Tech answers.

Your cheeks burn again. Hearing Tech speak so lewdly is strange to you. None of them had ever even made jokes, much less shown any interest. It had been jarring compared to other similar situations you’ve been in. Five men alone on a ship with one woman and not even one whistle or comment or passing of the hand.

“Kriff it.” You breathe, tugging your pants off. Echo quickly focuses his gaze out the viewport as you stand, moving to the back of the cockpit. “Just...don’t turn around.” You say, laying yourself out on the floor.

The metal is cold against your skin, offering a respite to the heat for a moment. You slip a hand in your underwear, peeling it from your soaked pussy. You sigh quietly as you pass your fingers over your clit, toes curling in response to finally giving your desperate pussy some attention.

You bite your lip to keep quiet for Echo’s sake as you slowly work yourself up. Your legs start to shake, that cramping feeling starting to build in your stomach once more and you huff out a sigh. You withdraw your hand as the pleasure fades, taken over by the intense cramping. Fluid soaks your panties as your pussy begins to throb even more. You force a hand under the fabric once more, desperately rubbing at your clit but you can’t quite reach the peak. No matter how badly your pussy throbs for attention, you cannot bring yourself to cum.

You huff out another sigh, pushing yourself to stand. There’s a wet spot on the floor in the shape of your body, but you don’t give it a second glance. You’re so far past modesty at this point. You lean over Echo, hitting the button for the comms.

“It’s not working.” Your voice has a bite to it, not unlike Hunter’s had. “I can’t...finish.”

“Hunter has been unsuccessful as well.” Tech says.

A thought crosses your mind. Heat pools in your stomach, another cramp starting to form. Your skin tingles, heat radiating from you so hot you’re sure Echo can feel it. You feel dizzy, the exertion of trying to make yourself cum hitting you suddenly and your knees buckle. You sink to the floor, curling in on yourself. Your heart is pounding in your chest, terrifying you that it might stop at any moment.

“Let him fuck me.” You murmur, breathing through the intense cramping and the throbbing in your pussy.

“What?” Echo glances down at you.

“Let him fuck me!” You cry, looking up at him with teary eyes. “It’s the only way we can both get help right now. Tech said it’s probably used for mating. I don’t think we can fix it any other way.”

The ship is silent except for the quiet hum of the engine. Tears of exhaustion and pain blur your vision. You’re desperate, legs shaking from the intense throbbing of your pussy and the cramping in your stomach. You just want to feel normal again.

“Mesh’la.” Hunter’s deep voice crackles through the comms. He’s called you that before a couple times. You don’t know what it means. None of them will tell you. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m already hurting.” You sob, tears burning as they slide down your cheeks. “Kriff, it hurts so much!” Your sob cuts off in a cry as another wave of heat and pain rolls through your body. “Please, Hunter. I don’t want to die.”

The comms pick up quiet cursing and shuffling on the other side before they go quiet. You push yourself to stand, using the chairs and the wall for support as you move to the door, unlocking the cockpit. You step out on shaky legs, beads of arousal sliding down the insides of your thighs, mixing with the sweat. Wrecker, Crosshair, and Tech file silently into the cockpit, the door sliding closed behind you.

You’re left standing alone, Hunter on the opposite end of the ship. He’s ditched his armor leaving him in nothing but his blacks, the bottoms half hanging open. His shoulders are tense and squared, brows furrowed as he stares at you.

“Hunter,” Your voice wavers, tears still pricking your vision. “I need you to know something before we do this.”

This isn't how you wanted to tell him, how you wanted this to play out. You wanted him to come to you, to admit any feelings he might have, even if they’re just lust. You would never force yourself on him, reveal feelings you weren’t sure would be reciprocated. You would suffer in silence if it meant keeping the integrity of the team intact.

His hands curl into fists as you take a step closer, nostrils flaring. You can only imagine what you smell like to him right now. He’s not in his right mind. He would have avoided your gaze, averted his from your almost naked body. Instead his eyes trail your form, watching one of the beads of arousal or sweat slide down to your knee.

“I’ve had feelings for you for a while now.” You continue, ignoring the way his gaze starts to turn almost predatory, his eyes going almost black. “I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t know if you felt the same way. I didn’t want things to end up being awkward.” You sniffle, continuing to approach him slowly. “I didn’t want it to happen like this.”

“Kriff, mesh’la.” He breathes, staring at you. He takes a deep breath, eyes screwing closed as he practically shudders. “I know. I’ve known for a while. Your heart rate...the arousal.” He swallows thickly. “I could sense it all. I-I’m your sergeant. I’m not supposed to take advantage of you like that.”

“Is it really taking advantage of someone that wants it too?” Your voice shakes, more tears sliding down your cheeks.

Another wave of heat rolls beneath your skin, making you cramp. Your chest hurts from how hard your heart has been pumping. You’re scared. You cry out from the pain, knees buckling as you begin to fall forward.

You don’t hit the floor.

Arms wrap around you, pulling you tight against a sturdy chest. A groan rumbles through your body, Hunter’s face pressing into your neck. He inhales deeply, his tongue darting out to taste the sweat-soaked skin. He sighs out a long breath, making you shiver. His hands smooth up your back, his skin bare and rough against yours.

You let out a whine as he mouths at your throat, legs still shaking. You’re not sure how much longer you can hold out. You’re starting to get dizzy again, the bacta wearing off as your fever comes back full force.

“Please.” You beg, beginning to go limp against him. “Make it stop. Make it better.”

He sinks his teeth into your shoulder and you let out a weak whimper at the sensation. “Gonna make you feel good.” He groans, voice rough and strained. He’s suffering almost as much as you are. “Could smell you as soon as I got on board.”

He guides you onto the floor of the ship, letting you lay there limply. You feel sick again, not unlike how you had felt when you had first been shot with the dart. Your pussy is still throbbing, desperate for any sort of relief, but you’re beginning to feel it in the rest of your body again. You’re afraid. If this doesn't work...you may not come out on the other side.

Hunter slips his hands around your back, practically ripping your breastband in an attempt to get it off. Your nipples pebble in the cool air in the ship, your breasts feeling heavy. Hunters thumbs tease your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You whimper, the pain beginning to ease as his hands tease you, every touch like electricity on your heated skin.

He curses, sliding his hands down your sides. You shift your hips what little you can, helping him rid you of your panties. They land with a wet plop somewhere behind you, your legs spreading wide open for him. You’re slick and soaked, your pussy throbbing for him. His hands slide down your thighs, keeping your legs parted so far it’s almost painful but you don’t care.

He leans down, breath fanning across the damp skin before he presses his face against your pussy, inhaling deeply. He lets go of your thighs, letting them close around his head as he stays there, face buried in your pussy as he breathes you in. You lift your head as much as you can, staring at him as he lays there, eyes closed in bliss. Your cheeks warm, having imagined this moment several times.

Those fantasies could never compare to it actually happening.

You let out a quiet sound as his eyes open, boring into yours. His gaze is primal and clouded with lust as he stares at you, shifting his head just enough that he can drag his tongue through your folds.

Your fingers could never make you feel the way he does, not even when you had tried to get yourself off in the cockpit. You could cry from the pleasure as he drags his tongue through your folds, tasting the wetness your body has been producing in desperate need for someone to touch you.

It’s obscene the way his tongue parts your lips, dragging from your hole to the top where he flicks it across your clit. You could cum just like this, just from watching him lick you. His gaze stays locked with yours as his hands slip under your ass, lifting your hips just slightly as he lowers his head, tracing your lips with his tongue before he sinks it into your pussy.

His nose presses against your clit as he thrusts his tongue as deep as he can, your pussy fluttering around him in relief of finally having something inside you. His growl vibrates through your entire body, your hips shifting against his face. You gasp at the sensation of his nose dragging across your clit, shifting your hips again.

He continues to fuck you with his tongue as you ride his face, your upper body falling limp against the floor. It’s not enough, not nearly enough to make you cum, but it’s the best you’ve felt since you got hit with the dart.

“Please, Hunter.” You beg, continuing to grind desperately on his face. “Please, I need you inside me.”

He groans, lifting his face from your pussy. It’s shining with your juices, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. “Taste so good.” His voice is deep and rough from his own need. “Such a sweet little pussy.”

Your fingers pluck at your nipples as he strips out of his blacks, desperate to keep any sort of sensation going to abate the pain you know is waiting if you stop. You stare unabashedly at his hard cock as it's revealed to you. He’s not very long, but what he lacks in length, he makes up for in girth. You lick your lips, legs splaying open in invitation.

You need him inside you now.

He slides back in between your legs, meeting no resistance as he slides into you. You’ve been waiting for this moment, desperate for it for so long now. He folds his body over yours as he fills your needy pussy, the sensation of his sweaty skin against yours too much and not enough at the same time. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer, so tight there’s almost no space between your bodies. You want to devour him, to pull him completely inside you so you’re one being.

Your mind feels hazy as he begins to move, fucking into you with short, sharp thrusts. He buries his face in your neck as he fucks you, teeth sinking into your skin. It’s animalistic, the sounds he’s making, the wild way he’s fucking into you. You can do nothing but wrap yourself around him and hold on, letting him take what he needs from you, letting him ease the ache within you.

Your vision nearly goes white as you’re thrown into your first orgasm, walls clamping down so tightly around him his rhythm stutters, cock pulsing inside you as you spasm around him. Your nails dig into his skin, drawing blood as white hot pleasure burns through you.

It burns hotter than the fever that had been plaguing you, hotter than the drug could ever make you feel. You can’t feel anything but him for a moment, tears leaking out of your eyes as you ride out your first high.

He’s staring down at you, a rivulet of blood trailing down his chin as your vision begins to clear. There’s blood dripping from his sides, mixing with the sweat on your skin from where your nails had ripped at his skin. Despite your blinding orgasm, your pussy is still throbbing, the heat beneath your skin still burning hot.

You’re nowhere near done.

Hunter sits up and grabs your hips, flipping you onto your stomach. You hit the floor with a thud, narrowly missing smashing your face into the hard metal. He forces your hips up, shaky legs keeping your ass raised for him. He kneels behind you, dragging his cock through your messy pussy before he’s sinking back in, filling your desperate cunt once more.

It truly feels animalistic now, forced into such a primal position, unable to do anything but hold yourself up as he relentlessly fucks into you. His hands are bruising at your hips, blunt nails biting into your skin. He curses, tightening his grip until it’s almost painful as he stills, cock pulsing inside you as he fills you with his cum.

You moan from the sensation of being filled with him, eyes rolling back as your own orgasm ripples through you. He’s still hard inside you, even as the last spurts of him hit your walls.

This is far from over.

Hunter keeps you in this position, picking up his pace once more. He can do nothing but grunt and growl as he fucks into you, nothing but whimpers and whines leaving your throat as he drags orgasm after orgasm from you, filling you over and over with his seed.

Your knees begin to ache, sensations coming back to you as he releases your hips, tangling a hand in your hair instead. Your body drops, his following as he pins you to the floor, holding you in place as he seeks one last orgasm. There’s a pool of drool under your cheek, the floor a mess of blood and cum and sweat.

His hand tightens in your hair painfully, gripping onto you as he cums one last time, forcing your body into one more orgasm with him. You both lay there panting, the heat under your skin beginning to fade. The hand in your hair begins to loosen until it’s sliding out, planting itself next to your head.

“Hunter?” You whisper, voice cracking and rough.

He’s breathing heavily, still inside you, still trapping you against the floor. “Mesh’la.” His voice cracks, heavy with emotion.

You grab his wrist before he can pull away, shifting your hips until he slips out of you. You wince at the sensation, pussy sore from the pounding it had just taken. You feel weak and sore, limbs shaking as you roll yourself over onto your back so you can stare up at him.

You can see it in his face, the reality beginning to set in, the gravity of the situation hitting him. You’re both a mess of blood and bruises and fluids. You try not to look down, try to keep your focus on his face, and his focus on yours.

You lift shaking hands to his cheeks, his bandana somewhere on the floor beside you. You brush his hair from his face, the strands soaked with sweat. “One more time.” You whisper, tracing the skull tattoo. “One more time.”

You can’t explain it, can’t give a reason but you don’t need to. He reaches down, jerking his cock a couple of times before he sinks back into you. You close your eyes, your face pinching a bit at the soreness. You’re not going to be able to walk or sit comfortably for a few days. You’re not likely to forget this.

He stays still as he seats himself inside you, allowing his body to press against yours. Your arms wrap around his neck, holding him against you as he buries his face in your shoulder. You hold him as he begins to move, slow and deep, a contrast to what he had just done to your body.

Your toes curl as raw pleasure burns through you, not like it had before, not brought on by the drug in your system. The heat that blossoms under your skin feels natural, feels normal. How it should feel. You pull his face from your shoulder, keeping his eyes on you as he fucks into you. Despite the discomfort, despite the pain, despite the ache deep in your bones you can feel the heat blooming in your stomach.

“Thank you,” You whisper, his head lowering towards your face.

For a moment you think he might kiss you but he doesn’t, letting his forehead rest against yours. You close your eyes, basking in the pleasure, basking in the feeling of him inside you, really inside you. Not the desperation you had been feeling, the need for him to utterly destroy you to keep you from dying.

Just for a moment you can imagine what it would be like if he were yours. If you had been brave enough to tell him before. If your fantasies were more than just fantasies.

You spasm around him as you cum, holding him tightly against you. He groans your name as he cums, cock twitching weakly inside you. You’re both exhausted, both feeling the effects of the drug wearing off.

You hold onto him knowing this can’t happen again, knowing you’ll likely be putting in transfer paperwork as soon as you land. Tears prick your vision as you feel yourself fading, body giving out from exhaustion.

***

It’s too bright when you wake.

You hate medical centers and their harsh sterile environments. The GAR’s are no better, in fact they might be worse. You’re sticky from dried bacta, something tugging on your arm as you try to move it. Your fingers make out the shape of an IV moments before they’re gently eased away.

“Don’t go pulling that out now.” A familiar voice says.

“Wasn’t gonna.” You manage to get out, your tongue feeling swollen and throat dry. Your voice sounds like you’ve swallowed sand, rough and weak.

You crack your eyes open, squinting against the harsh light of the medical station. The cot you’re on is hard and uncomfortable, and the blanket is scratchy against your sensitive skin. It was like no one cared about the comfort of the clones, even in a vulnerable place such as a medical station.

You squint up at the reg medic above you, his head bowed as he stares at a datapad. You cast a quick glance around your bed. You’re slightly disappointed to find you’re alone. They’ve probably already left. You’ll be handed a transfer request as soon as you’re sitting up, you’re sure of it.

You can’t blame them.

The medic goes through a series of tests, explaining your injuries and what they had found left over in your bloodstream when you’d arrived, and what they had done to fix it. You should be perfectly fine, aside from some lingering soreness that could last as long as a few hours as the bacta finishes working its way through your system.

You finally get some water and rations, downing almost a whole pitcher. Every time the door opens, you half expect it to be someone in command coming to give you your new orders. You wonder where they’ll put you. On a base somewhere? In with a larger battalion? Or were you going right back to Coruscant where you started?

A doctor comes in to check you, double checking all your tests and vitals are normal. You withhold details, not sure how much the others had said, if they’d said anything at all. Regardless, you wouldn’t throw them under the bus, even if they did leave you here.

“Your squad is waiting in the hangar.” The doctor says, signing off on the datapad. “They were banned from the upper levels after they started a fight with a medic who was trying to keep them from following you into the exam room.”

You stare at the doctor with wide eyes, not expecting that. So they hadn’t left you? They had even started a fight for you?

“You’re cleared to go.” The doctor says.

You blink at her for a moment before your mind catches up. You’re still in shock that they want to keep you on the squad, much less that they’d waited for you. You’re surprised the GAR hadn’t sent them on another mission while you were recovering.

You change into the scratchy clothes the medical station laid out before you before you make your way through the maze to the hangar. You’re nervous on the lift ride down, your stomach churning, threatening to bring back up the rations. You could go straight to command and ask for a transfer yourself. You could ask to never have to see them again, never have to face them after everything.

But they had waited for you.

Were they waiting to serve you transfer papers themselves? Pass over your belongings before telling you to get out of their sight? You’re nearly sick as the lift slows to a stop, opening to the hangar. You step off, legs shaking as you scan the ships until you find the Marauder.

You’ve convinced yourself to turn back around and board the lift when your name is called, loudly, echoing in the hangar. People stop and stare, your cheeks warming in embarrassment.

Wrecker is waving his arm, towering over the civilians and regs milling about in the hangar. You can’t run for it now. You take a breath, letting it out before you weave through the crowd towards the Marauder.

You’re scooped off your feet as soon as you’re in sight, joints cracking as Wrecker picks you up in a hug and spins you. You yelp in shock, not expecting such a welcoming response.

“Easy, Wrecker.” Crosshair says. “You don’t want to send her back to a bacta tank, do you.”

“Sorry.” Wrecker sets you back on your feet, patting your back a little too hard, nearly knocking the air from your lungs. “I’m just glad you’re alright.”

“Yes, I read over the doctor’s notes.” Tech says. “I am pleased with the results of your tests.”

You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. “Good to see you too, Tech.”

Your body floods with shame as you turn to Echo, remembering what you had put him through in the cockpit in your desperation to end your suffering.

“Don’t.” He says, putting a hand on your shoulder. “You needed to try. I’m just sorry it didn’t work.”

You nod, squeezing his hand. “Thank you for looking out for me.”

He squeezes your shoulder again as you glance around. Hunter is nowhere to be found. Your brows pull together in a frown. Was he still being checked out? Did someone spill? Had they figured out what had happened and he was being reprimanded and being sent to be decommissioned. No, that wouldn’t be right. The others wouldn’t be so happy. They likely wouldn’t have let you walk out of there either.

“He’s on board.” Crosshair says, rolling his eyes. “Wallowing in his own self-made misery.”

They part the way for you, letting you walk up the steps into the Marauder. It feels different now, after what had happened. It’s been cleaned, likely meticulously by Tech while they waited. It hasn’t smelled this decent probably since it came off the line.

You walk through the cockpit into the hull. Hunter has his back to you, standing near the gunner’s chair. You approach slowly, knowing he knows you’re there. You can’t hide anything from him.

“Hunter?” You ask quietly, the others loading up behind you.

“Was it true?” He asks, turning his head slightly to look over his shoulder. “What you said?”

You know what he’s talking about. You wanted him to know before, while there was still a shred of sanity. You wanted him to know in case he remembered. You didn’t want him to feel guilty.

You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Yes. All of it.”

His shoulders slump, his head turning away from you. “It’s frowned upon.” He says. “We’re not supposed to fraternize.”

“Since when do you follow rules?” You say, voice shaking just a little.

His back straightens just a little, a laugh huffing from his chest. “You’re right.”

He turns, crossing the distance between you quickly. He takes you in his arms, pressing his lips against yours. You kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. His lips are soft against yours, teeth nibbling at your lower lip.

“You could at least wait until we take off.” Crosshair sighs behind you.

You giggle against Hunter’s lips, his hand lifting from your back for a moment and you can imagine the rude sign he had just flashed at Crosshair. You pull him back to you, pressing your lips against his once more.

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samantha-rae-velcher · 10 months

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Past comes to haunt, future to save

Din Djarin x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: Jealousy, Swearing, violence, sexual tension, use of a knife, spicy at the end.

A/n: 18+ NSFW if you don't like the Warnings please don't read

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They had gotten a communication from some guy that Din knew from way back, apparently they used to fly together. Y/n was not happy with this, she could feel something wrong the minute they landed the crest in the hanger.

"I don't like this." She said as Din turned in his chair, getting up to leave the cockpit. "Hey."

Y/n grabbed his arm and pulled him to a stop.

"Do you trust this guy?" She asked.

Din looked down at her hand that was gripped to his bicep.

"This doesn't feel right." Her voice came out just above a whisper.

Din gently caressed her cheek, making Y/n close her eyes.

"I don't like this either. Any sign of trouble, we'll leave."

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Din and Y/n walked around the hanger with the man, he seemed smug. She kept glancing at the ship, making sure no one was fucking with it.

The three of them went back down to the crest, the man introduced them to a guy called Migs Mayfield. And a Droid that looked like a bug they called him Zero. A big red ugly mother fucker with horns.

"That's Burg." Mayfield said.

Y/n made a disgusted face when Burg shaped up to Din, she took note on how her mandalorian didn't budge even when the red man attempted to scare him.

"I thought you said you had four." Din's voice was gruff, it made a shiver run up Y/n's spine.

"He does." A woman said from behind them.

Y/n turned and furrowed her brows at the sight of a purple Twi'lek. Her fists clenched and uncleaned as the woman stalked closer.

"Hello, Mando." She whispered.

"Xi'an."

Y/n looked over at Din, his voice sounded full of adoration. It made her roll her eyes and look at the razor crest.

"Tell me why I shouldn't cut you down where you stand?" Xi'an suddenly came at Mando only to have Y/n's blade against her throat.

"Because I will fuckin kill you." She growled.

The giggle she let out was sickening, it made Y/n sneer.

"You're his new companion?"

Y/n felt Din's hand press against the small of her back, causing her to lower her weapon and step back.

"Its nice to see you too." Din murmured.

Xi'an smiled and came closer to Mando, she ran her knife down his chest plate and made a clicking sound.

"Ive missed you." She tapped it against his armor and attempted to make eye contact through the visor. "This is shinny. You wear it well."

Mayfield looked over with a confused expression.

"Do we need to leave the room or something?"

The main man that called them there, stepped up and pushed his way into this dog shit of an interaction.

"Well, Xi'an has been heartbroken since Mando left our group."

"Awww." Mayfield mocked. "Are you gonna be okay sweetheart?"

"I'm all business now." Xi'an pointed her dagger at Din. "I learned from the best."

Y/n shook her head and flipped her hands in the air, as the jealousy rose in her.

"That's all well and good! Can we get the fuck going!?"

"What's wrong? Are you scared Xi'an will take your Mandalorian owner."

Y/n grabbed Mayfield by the front of his shirt and pulled him close.

"I am not his pet."

"Sure looks like that to me."

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Y/n, Mayfield, Xi'an, and Burg all sat in the cargo hold as Din was watching over Zero's shoulder in the cockpit.

"How long have you been with Mando?" Xi'an asked.

"Since he collected his bounty and handed me over, but I kicked the ever loving shit out of the men who wanted me. And I snuck back to his ship and opened the door for him when he arrived."

Mayfield's brows shot up his forehead. "You were his bounty?"

"Yeah."

Burg began digging through Dins stuff, opening the door to his weapons closet, only for Din to shut it in his face. The red devil lookin fucker turned and tried towering over Mando again, growling and huffing.

"You wouldn't scare a sleeping kitten. Sit your fat red ass down!" Y/n yelled.

Mayfield joined in. "Im a little particular about my personal space too, let's just get this done and you'll never see our faces again."

"Tell me why we even need a Mandalorian." Burg grumbled.

"Because apparently they are some the greatest warriors in the galaxy."

Burg looked between Mayfield and Din.

"Then why are they all dead."

"You flew with him Xi'an. Is he as great as they say?" Mayfield asked.

"Ask him about the job on Alzok III."

Everyone looked over at Din.

"I did what I had to do."

"Oh but you liked it." Xi'an smiled and pointed her knife at him. "You see, I know who you really are."

"D- Mando....what is she talking about?" Y/n asked.

Din shook his head. "You don't have to worry about it."

Mayfield chuckled. "He never takes off the helmet."

Xi'an fallowed in his humor and shook her head, they looked over at Y/n.

"You ever seen his face?" Mayfield asked.

"No, and if he ever takes off the mask....I hope I'm blindfolded."

"Why?"

Y/n glanced at Din, then back at Migs.

"This is the way."

Her words made Dins heart race. He never knew that she respected his creed, he always thought she found it a nuisance because she couldn't see his face.

"Your just as weak as he is." Burg said in a gruff tone, making Y/n spin around and get right up in his face.

"Neither of us are weak, and you'll find that out come whatever the fuck it is your planning."

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The group had finally gotten to the prison ship, they were running through the corridors fighting off droids all the while listening to zero over the ear piece.

Y/n pulled Din into a corner, she held her finger up to her lips and kept her grip on his bicep. Four droids passed by, Y/n looked over watching them walk up the hallway. She could feel Dins gaze on her, his thumb came up to caress her cheek.

"You don't have to be jealous." He whispered.

She locked her eyes on his visor, the deep black was almost bone chilling. If he was anyone else, she would be afraid.

"Jealous of what? Xi'an? I'm not."

"I never mentioned Xi'an....you did."

Y/n felt his hand move to her hip, gently squeezing. Her breath hitched at the warmth his hand spread over her body.

"Din I-"

"Hey are you guys coming!?" Migs yelled from down the hall.

The five of them made it to the control room, zero was babbling about a organic signature in the room but Migs didn't listen.

"Yeah yeah, open the door!"

They entered the room and man jumped out of his chair, pointing a blaster at them. Burg and Mayfield circled him, the man was obviously scared.

This went on for a good few minutes, Din trying to talk him into putting his weapon down. Mayfield yelling at din, both of them pointing their blasters at each other.

And it all led to Xi'an killing the poor bastard.

"Would you all shut up." She said in a bored voice.

Din looked over at Y/n who was glaring at Xi'an. He had never seen such anger in her eyes, she looked as if she wanted to kill her.

"You didn't have to kill him."

Xi'an stood, her smile made Y/n sick. "It was quicker than negotiating. none of you had it under control, so I killed him. All you were doing is waisting time."

Xi'an then ran out the door, the others fallowing until Din stopped and turned back to Y/n. She was standing there looking down at the poor man's body.

"Y/n, we have to get moving." He whispered.

"This is what you did? Killed innocents when they stood in your way? Is that what you did?"

"No."

"I'm having a hard time believing that." Y/n got closer, she could feel the heat of his body radiating off of him. "What was Xi'an talking about back on the ship?"

"Hey Mando! You coming!?" Mayfield yelled from down the hall.

"Something is going on." Y/n whispered, handing him the distress beacon the man was holding. "They're up to something and I don't fuckin like it."

With that she made her way to the others, Din looked down at the dead officer on the floor as he left the control room.

The group ran through the halls once more, Burg battered down on a big droid and threw it to the floor. A droid came walking around the corner yelling "Intruder alert!", Y/n grabbed it by the neck and slammed it into the wall, pulling it's head off. Sparks flew as it's body fell limp, the prisoners cheered and hollered as the group continued down the hallway.

They made it to the cell, Mayfield opened the door and inside was a male Twi'lek. Y/n frowned, this guy was no doubt Xi'an's brother.

"Qin." Din said.

"Mando, funny the man who left me behind us now my savior."

Burg grabbed Y/n and threw her into Din, they stumbled into the cell and landed on their backs. Just as the door was about to close Din fired his blaster, it bounced off the door and the walls. Mando covered Y/n as the blaster bolt hit him in the beskar.

"I told you this wasn't right! Did I not say they were up to something!?" She yelled, clenching her fist as she landed a punch to the door.

Din pulled her over by the arm, he gripped her wrist and examined her hand. Her knuckles her bleeding and her hand was shaking.

"Calm down." He said, pressing his forehead to hers. Y/n closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his cold beskar against her skin.

"Din, they know the kid is in the bunk. If they get to crest chances are they're gonna hurt him."

"That's why they won't make it to the crest."

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Mayfield and the rest of the fuck head brigade made it half way back to the ship when Zero came on the coms.

"Zero to Mayfield, we have a problem."

"What is it!?"

"They have escaped."

"AHH!" Xi'an yelled. She pointed her dagger at migs, getting really close. "I told you we should've ended them."

"I know I know."

Suddenly the lights turned red, they all felt their hearts jump into their throats as the door closed between them.

"Brother!"

"Zero! Where is he!?" Mayfield yelled. "Zero!?"

"Sister." Qin said. "Go with the Devaronian. Find Mando and kill him, Mayfield and I will try and make it back to the ship."

___

Y/n fallowed Din through the corridors, they ducked into a large vent and Din held his finger up to his helmet, motioning for Y/n to be quiet as Burg and Xi'an ran by.

When silence covered the area, Y/n let out the breath she didn't realize she had been holding. Din looked out of the vent and started to leave when she grabbed his arm and pulled him back in.

"You go after Burg, and I go for Xi'an." Y/n whispered.

He nodded and left the vent, Y/n crawled further in and went up an air shaft. She made her way through the ceiling until she found the female Twi'lek, Xi'an was creepy through like the vial little roach she was.

Y/n dropped down, landing behind her. Xi'an turned around and threw her dagger at Y/n. She caught it and ran at the Twi', grabbing her shoulders and kicking her in the stomach. Y/n flipped her over her shoulder and slammed her head against the wall, successfully knocking her out.

Y/n ran up the hall with Xi'an in tow, she was about to run passed a cell when she saw Burg out cold laying on the floor. She shrugged and harshly threw the Twi'lek in there with him.

Y/n was rounding a corner when she heard footsteps behind her, she spun around and took a swing, her fist was caught and she was held against the door of another cell. To her surprise and pleasure it was Din, she felt warmth rush to her core when she realized what a vulnerable spot he has her in.

"Din." She said, her voice just above a whisper.

"Don't attack if you can't over power your opponent."

He released her wrist, slowly sliding his hands down her arms, making Y/n shiver.

"Have you found Mayfield?" She asked.

"Not yet."

"We should probably start looking."

"Yeah....we should."

Y/n kept her eyes locked on Din's visor as she moved around him. He tilted his head and fallowed her with his gaze.

"You coming?" She asked.

He nodded and they started towards the exit. Y/n turned in the direction of where she could hear Mayfield trying to contact Zero, she nodded to Din and he began walking to Mig's voice. Y/n on the other hand kept going towards the ship, she made it to the latter just in time to run into Qin.

She felt a blaster press to the back of her neck, a dark chuckle rang out from behind her, making Y/n cringe.

She turned around and raised her hands up, Qin stood there with a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

"Mando's little woman." He said. "He down graded from my sister to you?"

"If you ask me I'd say it was an upgrade."

"No one asked you."

"I don't need your permission to speak."

Qin chuckled and began rambling off about how he was gonna hold her as a hostage and Mando was gonna give him the crest and how the two of them were gonna be stuck here and blah blah blah.

Din came up behind him and smacked Qin over the head with a droid arm. Y/n smiled as the Twi'lek fell to the floor with a loud thud.

"The kid." She said, turning around and scrambled up the latter. Y/n froze when she saw Zero pointing his rifle at Grogu, she felt rage as she ran up and knocked him over. Y/n ignited her lightsaber, slicing through the middle of the droid.

The sound of Din dragging Qin up the latter startled Y/n. She quickly hid her saber and ran to help.

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They had gotten rid of Qin and the man that hired them, and now they were on their way to God knows where. Y/n and Din sat in the cockpit, watching the stars race by. She bit her lip as she remembered being pressed against the wall by the mandalorian, the sound of his voice as he stared her down.

The thought of what he could've done to her in that moment made a quiet moan slip past her lips. Din's head slowly turned towards her, Y/n's heart raced when she felt the heat of his gaze burning into her.

"Y/n." He said in a gruff tone.

"Hmm?"

"Come."

He wasn't giving her opinions here, that was a command. Din held his hand out for her, she stood up and took it as she slowly made her way into his lap. Y/n could feel his erection through his flight suit, he grunted as she pressed her hand down and palmed at his cock.

Din gripped her hips, pushing her off and turning her to face the control panel removing her leather belt and pants, he then brought her back down against his chest. Din spread her legs with his so she was exposed for all who dared to take a gander at his woman.

"I won't be gentle, little one." He whispered.

THE END ❤️

Part 2?

I hope you enjoyed

Reblogs are welcome 🤗

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221bshrlocked · 4 months

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Clone x Reader Bingo Masterlist

I figured it would be easier to make a separate masterlist for this writing challenge. As always, thank you @clonexreaderbingo for hosting this. It's a treat and I am behind (as usual) but I am determined to get through it!!!!

Sunrise - Keep Your Religion (Commander Wolffe) Warnings: Starts off angsty then gets to the smut. Softer than usual Wolffe because that man would be madly in love when he finds his special someone. Lots of Kissing. Possessive Behavior/Words. Dirty/Sweet Talk..but mostly Sweet. Exhibitionism Kink if you like squint! Oral Sex (female receiving). Penetrative, Unprotected Sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong my dudes). Slight Breeding Kink. Wolffe is insatiable yall! Summary: You try to end things with Wolffe because you fear your relationship will end badly due to the rules set in place for the Jedi and the Clones. Wolffe convinces you otherwise.

Fire - Tell the Stars How Much You Want Me (Sergeant Hunter) Warnings: Summary:

Blaster - For Your Service (Commander Mayday and Crosshair) Warnings: Summary:

Kamino - Pluviophile (Tech) Warnings: Summary:

Massif - Almost Idyllic (Captain Rex) Warnings: Summary:

Droid - Golden Hour (Tech) Warnings: Summary:

Jewelry - Something Sweet (Sergeant Hunter) Warnings: Summary:

The Force - Permission Granted (Commander Wolffe) Warnings: Summary:

Outer Rim - Fahrenheit (Commander Mayday) Warnings: Summary:

"I Hate This" - Defenses (Captain Rex) Warnings: Summary:

"I'm Coming with You" - To Keep You from Breaking (Captain Rex) Warnings: Summary:

Lucky - Desperately Wanting (Commander Wolffe) Warnings: Summary:

Life Day - Playing with Fire (Commander Wolffe) Warnings: Summary:

"Leave Me Alone" - Wicked Games (Commander Wolffe) Warnings: Summary:

Royal - Before My Eyes (Commander Wolffe) Warnings: Summary:

"I Didn't Forget" - Fatal Dis|at|traction (Sergeant Hunter) Warnings: Unrequited feelings (in more ways than one). Touch-starved characters. Lots of sweet/dirty talk. Hunter likes to tease a lot. Oral Sex (female receiving). Fingering. Squirting. Just a bit of a knife kink (it's not everyone's cup of tea so it's a very short scene). Pentrative, Unprotected Sex (wrap it up folks). Creampie. Cuddling. Summary: You have feelings for Tech who is now taken. Hunter notices your little predicament and decides to offer you a solution, one that you take enthusiastically. Little do you know that this could be the start of something new.

#CFB2023 #clone fic bingo 2023 #clone x reader #the clone wars #star wars #clone masterlist

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half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk · 2 months

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Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 23 !!!

I'm back batchers rip my sleep schedule lmao but nothing can stop me from watching tbb

I've got my skittles and my tumblr and disney+ and I'm ready to go 🤟

The Bad Batch 2x03

this entire planet looks like it's made of spice

nervous imperial you're not fooling anyone my dude

Tawni Ames 👑 shoutout to the queen herself Tasia Valenza 💕

CORUSCANT !!!

CROSSHAIR 🥺🥲😭💕❤ I missed you sm (I watched s1 hours ago 🤫)

another Kallus parallel 👀

regs will always hate tbb lololol

Rampart 🔫😁(me, I hate his guts)

32 rotations... 32 ROTATIONS I- 😫

the empire are bitches and we don't negotiate with terrorists

the memorial wall 🥲 (we're gonna pretend it isn't a bunch of random letters hehe)

a few behind Crosshair literally say: sdflkphi, dkniihqaz, aweututn, qqhgouer ~ anyone know more aurebesh than me who can explain this pls ??

he called him by his name !!!

CODY CODY CODY CODY 💕💕💕💕👑👑👑👑

Cody's face when Crosshair mentions the jedi 😭

the only two without their helmets on !!!

FLASHBACK TO THE FIRST BAD BATCH APPEARANCE IN TCW 👀

"mmhmmmm" ~ battle droid, bro 💀

"Dooku was right in the end" real

"We always get shot down when we travel with regs" 👀

"How unfortunate... for you" ~ someone else said this and now I can't find it 🙃 anyway I'm pretty sure it was Crosshair idk

the droid high five lmaooo

clever boys 👑

Crosshair and Cody team up will never fail to make me happy 👌

"I've beaten clankers with far less" tbb mention 🥲💕

Cody trusting Crosshair 🥰 "you do make things interesting" I'd love to see early Cody + tbb missions pretty pretty please 🥺

my mans doesn't even flinch !!!!!

I can feel his smirk when he blows up the tank hehe

Cody has a jetpack and still went nah Ican make that jump 😂 I mean he did but still

Cody complimenting Crosshair 💕

WYLER AND NOVA OWN MY HEART FR

droidekas !!!

Wyler r.i.p my love 💔

There is just something about clones vs droids ya know

Crosshair and Nova silent communication I love it 👌

Cody screaming for Nova and Crosshair pulling him away 😭😭😭😭

r.i.p Nova my beloved 💔

Crosshair's discs !!!!

backflip !!!!

knife knife knife knife knife- 👀

Crosshair calling for Cody to help 🙃

KNIFE KNIFE KNIFE KNIFE KNIFE-

Crosshair putting the puck in Cody's hand - bro at first I thought mans was too injured to move the way he was like 'throw it for me I can do it from laying down in this spiral staircase' and he makes the shot and stands up 2 seconds later and is back to committing war crimes ?? Crosshair you dramatic bitch 💀

"nice throw" "nice shot" 🥰🥰🥰🥰

notice how the tk troopers got captured so they send clones to get them out.... 🙃

Mina Bonteri 💔

"peace was never an option" devastating

the clone music when Cody reasons with Tawni 😫🤧

Crosshair following orders but also saving Cody from having to kill Tawni

the Crosshair music 🥲

"so much for peace" 💔

"put her body in the square" but I can imagine how gentle he would have been with her body... do you think he left his helmet off so the people could see his face or did he cover his face for that

Ok I want to go full english teacher for a moment I'll do it in a few eps watch this space 👀

Crossy and his lil toothpick 💕 (he just murdered someone)

the clones did the dirty work now more tk troopers arrive 😡

Cody's whole speech 💔😭 "we make our own choices and we have to live with them too" knowing he's thinking about everything he's done and thinking he killed Obi-Wan... what if I screamed into the abyss ???

Crosshair not being able to sleep 😫

Rampart doesn't even know their names 😡

OKAY do we think "gone awol" means Cody has actually left or is he awol the same way Wilco is??

COME ON CROSSHAIR JUST LEAVE THE EMPIRE ALREADY 😫

hehe thank you for coming to my 2am tbb rewatch (again hehe) 💕 sorry it's late again if you saw any spelling miatakes no you didn't 🤟

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anonymousewrites · 10 months

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Clan of Three (Book 1) Chapter Eleven

Father Figure! Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Teen! Reader

Chapter Eleven: The Scuffle

Summary: (Y/N) faces Xi'an alone, but they have an ace up their sleeve. Or, a knife.

(Y/N) ran through the New Republic prison ship’s halls, retracing their steps to get back to the Razocrest. After Mayfeld, Xi’an, Burg, and Qin had betrayed them, Zero being alone with the Child began far more dangerous. While Mando dispatched the rest of the team, it was up to (Y/N) to get to the Child.

The corridor lights turned red abruptly, and (Y/N) grinned. They knew it was Mando, starting to freak the rest of the team out. They should know the Mandalorian was coming for them, and they didn’t stand a chance.

(Y/N) rounded a corner and drew up short. Xi’an stood at the other end of the hall. Evidently, the group had split up to try to find Mando.

Xi’an smirked. “Aw, not Mando, but this’ll be fun anyways,” she simpered.

(Y/N) opted for acting instead of speaking, firing several blaster shots at Xi’an. The Twi’lek hissed and dodged, getting around the corner again. (Y/N) cursed inwardly. They needed to head that way, and to do that, they’d have to get near the crazy woman.

(Y/N) steeled themselves and moved forward, creeping carefully closer down the corridor. Xi’an tossed a sharp knife out, and it hit (Y/N)’s blaster. It skittered across the ground, and Xi’an attacked, pulling out more daggers. (Y/N) ducked, hissing in pain as Xi’an raked her daggers across their arms. Blood beaded on their skin, but they ignored the sensation and grabbed their dagger, cutting at Xi’an. The twi’lek hissed and darted back to assess the damage.

“Do you really think you’re better with a dagger than I am?” sneered Xi’an.

“Let’s see who wins,” retorted (Y/N).

Xi’an scowled and tossed a knife at (Y/N). They ducked, and Xi’an ran in at them. This time, she twisted them around, an arm around their throat holding a blade threateningly. Her other hand twisted their arm, forcing them to drop their dagger.

“I win, Ushti trash,” snarled Xi’an. She smirked. “Wonder how poor Mando will react to you dead.” She drew the knife across (Y/N)’s neck, and it burned as a thin line of blood beaded.

“How about we see your reaction to getting beat?” hissed (Y/N).

Emulating Mando and Cara’s moves in their fight, (Y/N) dropped their weight, twisted a hand up to cover their neck, slipped a leg back, and forced Xi’an over their shoulder. Xi’an hit the ground hard and twisted around to fling a dagger at (Y/N). They forcefully knocked it out of the way with the blaster they had picked up and stood over Xi’an, who was glaring at them angrily.

“I win,” said (Y/N), smirking. And then they smashed the blaster over Xi’an’s head, knocking her unconscious.

They grabbed their dagger and pocketed it before running down the hall, leaving the Twi’lek to be picked up by New Republic forces.

(Y/N) skidded around a corner and saw the ladder to the Razorcrest. They holstered their blaster to scramble up into the ship. They turned quickly and saw Zero standing by the compartment the Child was in. (Y/N) didn’t hesitate and shot right through Zero’s head. The droid’s body sparked with electricity before dropping. (Y/N) grabbed his leg distastefully and dragged him to the open hatch.

“Trash delivery,” muttered (Y/N) sarcastically, kicking the metal body down into the prison ship.

A muffled babble caught their attention, and (Y/N) smiled. They opened the compartment and were met with the confused face of the Child. He looked at them questioningly, babbling like he was trying to ask them what happened.

“Mando and I ran into a little trouble,” said (Y/N). “Don’t worry, kid, we’re handling it.”

The Child cooed, reaching out towards their injured arms.

“I’m fine. I’ll find some bandages when we’re in the clear,” said (Y/N).

Something felt off suddenly, and they tensed. The Child, sensing the change, whimpered slightly, and (Y/N) patted him.

They crept to the hatch, their instincts urging them to pull the blaster. They drew their weapon and pointed it down the hatchway. Qin, who was trying to climb the ladder, froze and backed down.

“That you, (Y/N)?” called Mando from further down the hall. Qin gritted his teeth at being caught between them. “You and the kid alright?”

“Yep,” said (Y/N), still keeping their blaster trained on Qin.

“You killed the others,” he said, glancing between (Y/N) above him and Mando in front of him.

“They got what they deserved,” said Mando evenly. “Did you handle Zero, (Y/N)?”

“Him and Xi’an,” confirmed (Y/N).

Qin snarled. “You kill me, you don’t get my money. Whatever Ran promised, I’ll make sure you get it and more. Come on, Mando. Be reasonable. You were hired to do a job, right?” Qin held out his hands. “So do it. Isn’t that your code?” he sneered. “Aren’t you a man of honor?”

Mando snapped out cuffs. “Cuff yourself,” he ordered. Qin quickly put the cuffs on before Mando decided to do anything differently. “(Y/N), you can holster your weapon. We’re collecting our payment.”

“Fine,” said (Y/N), sending a warning glare at Qin. They wouldn’t feel bad if they had to shoot him.

They hung back next to the Child as Qin climbed aboard with Mando right behind him. “You’ll stay here. I’ll take you back to Ran, then you and him can go about your business. (Y/N), bring the Child and come to the cockpit,” ordered Mando.

(Y/N) listened and sat down the cockpit while Mando ensured Qin wouldn’t try anything. “We’re not just letting him go, are we?” murmured (Y/N) as Mando began the flight back.

“They’re all getting what they deserve,” said Mando.

“What did you do with Burg and Mayfeld?” asked (Y/N).

“Put them in a cell. Threw Xi’an in, too,” said Mando. He looked back at them. “Good job.”

(Y/N) sat up straighter and smiled slightly at the praise. “Thanks.” Mando nodded. “But seriously, what are we doing with Qin?” Mando pulled a small tracking beacon from his pocket, and (Y/N) grinned wildly. Now that was exactly what Qin and Ran deserved.

(Y/N) settled back and watched as Mando brought them back to Ran.

Mando guided the Razorcrest into the spaceport, and Ran stood waiting their return with eager anticipation. He chuckled as the hull door opened. Mando removed the cuffs and pushed Qin down the gangplank. He and Ran hugged roughly, and Mando walked down after them while (Y/N) stood watching.

“Where are the others?” asked Ran.

“No questions asked. That’s the policy, right?” said Mando clamly.

“Yeah. That is the policy,” said Ran.

“I did the job,” said Mando.

“Yeah, you did,” said Ran. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a bag of payment. He tossed it to Mando, who could it easily.

“Just like the good old days,” said Mando.

“Yeah, just like the good old days,” said Ran, smiling.

Mando nodded, turned around, and got back onto the Razorcrest. He closed the hull door and headed to the cockpit.

“Time to go,” he said.

“New Republic arriving?” said (Y/N).

“Yeah,” said Mando, lifting the ship into the air.

(Y/N) grinned and watched as three New Republic X-wings came out of hyperspace. Ran and Qin were dead meat.

Once they were calmly cruising through hyperspace, Mando put the ship onto autopilot and climbed down into the hold. (Y/N) was sitting with the Child; he was babbling as if carrying a conversation with them while (Y/N) was sitting with their sleeves rolled up, trying to clean their injured arms.

Mando furrowed his brow. He didn’t like them being wounded. Worse, they were struggling to take care of the cuts properly. “You need bacta spray,” he said.

(Y/N) looked up. They shifted nervously. “I couldn’t find it. I didn’t want to open your stuff.”

Mando crossed to a cabinet, opened it, and retrieved some bacta spray. “Here,” he said, handing it to (Y/N).

(Y/N) nodded and began spraying it on their wounded arm. They then leaned their head back and tried to aim for the light cut on their neck. Mando started. He hadn’t seen that wound.

“How did that happen?” he questioned.

“Xi’an had me for a moment. She tried to scare me,” explained (Y/N), huffing as they failed to spray the bacta on their cut.

Mando’s fists clenched. (Y/N) had been so close to death. It just didn’t sit right; the knowledge sat like a stone upon his shoulders. “Here,” he said, stepping forward and extending a hand. “I can spray the bacta.”

(Y/N) looked between him and his hand before handing the spray container back over. They leaned their head back again, and Mando was not unaware of how vulnerable they were being with him. He moved slowly so (Y/N) could keep track of his movement as his hand approached their neck with the spray. They were much less likely to freak out if they understood what was happening and felt like they were in control of the situation.

As Mando worked, (Y/N) looked at him. “You said I was a ‘foundling’ when Mayfeld asked who I was. What is that?”

“Foundlings are children taken in and trained by Mandalorians,” explained Mando.

“So I’m a foundling because you’re watching over me and teaching me?” asked (Y/N).

“Yes,” said Mando. He withdrew his hand. “Are you injured anywhere else?”

“I think my back,” admitted (Y/N). “It scraped the wall a few times, and it aches.”

“I can apply bacta,” offered Mando. He waited for them to nod and turn around to lift their shirt and spray the bacta. He could tell their anxiety was mounting as they shivered and dug their hands into their legs. “You did well fighting against Xi’an,” he said, giving them something to focus on.

“She was trying to kill me, so I did whatever I could,” said (Y/N). They glanced over their shoulder. “I used some of the moves you taught me.”

“Good job,” said Mando, the smile in his voice evidence, and (Y/N) brightened. Mando smiled beneath his helmet as he felt (Y/N) relax. He let their shirt drop. “There.”

(Y/N) turned back around and sat beside him in the hold of the Razocrest. The Child cooed and climbed onto Mando’s lap, wanting attention as well. Mando considered lifting him off for a moment but just sighed and let it happen. It wasn’t too bad. In fact, Mando rather liked it, and he almost reached up to pat the Child’s head. The Child closed his eyes as he sat with his back on Mando’s beskar.

“He’s happy,” murmured (Y/N).

Mando looked down at the Child in his lap. He hoped the kid was.

“Thank you for everything, Mando,” said (Y/N), closing their eyes and leaning back against the all of the Razorcrest.

Mando didn’t respond and sat in a strangely comfortable silence as the two kids relaxed and fell asleep. A sudden pressure on his shoulder nearly made him jolt, but Mando relaxed when he realized it was just (Y/N)’s head. They were asleep on his shoulder, and the Child was asleep on his lap. The strangest part was that Mando didn’t mind. It seemed natural that he should be beside the kids—his foundlings.

“You’re welcome,” murmured Mando to (Y/N) and the Child. His heart felt much heavier as he imagined the possibility of letting them go once the Empire no longer searched for them. He didn’t wish that danger on them, but at the same time…Mando didn’t want to see them go.

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inkubutt · 1 month

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Blind Love Chapter 1 Part 3

Pairing: Pezzy x Everyone?? AU: Frouse Hazbin AU Summary: Inspired by the Deaf, Blind, and Mute Cooking Challenge Video. During the challenge, Pezzy accidentally drinks something he wasn't supposed to drink. The Gang now has to guide Pezzy out of trouble, and out of a Collector's grasp.

Author's Note: I really need to make smaller chapters, I am so sorry for how long this is.

Chapter 1: Love Potion No.9 (Part 3)

"Well this is quite the pickle we're muching on. How are we gonna continue the stream if Pezzy has to stay blindfolded? If he looks at one of us, he's gonna fall in love instantly." Matt asked. Pezzy felt like this was karma for making fun of Droid buying it, but now he has to stay blindfolded until they found a way to cure him.

"Well it's not gonna be an issue. I'm sure Droid got an antidote along with it right?" Puffer asked Droid, but the hellhound only tilted his head. Puffer pinched the bridge of his nose, and took the ear plugs out of Droid's ears, "You did get an antidote with that love potion RIGHT?!" he repeated himself, Droid winced a bit after his ears were invaded by the sudden loud sound ringing in his ears.

"Antidote?" Droid said in confusion, the others face palmed, and Pezzy turned to face Droid, but was instead yelling at nobody.

"YOU DIDN'T GET AN ANTIDOTE FOR THIS IN CASE YOU MESSED UP?!" Pezzy yelled at the wall, Matt turned Pezzy to Droid's direction so he was facing the right way.

"Well I didn't think you'd drink it!" Droid retorted.

"WHY DIDN'T ANYONE WARN ME?!" Pezzy was panicking, he didn't like the idea of being blindfolded for too long.

"Well I tried to… But I forgot that I was muted." Grizzy explained, Pezzy rolled his eyes behind the blindfold.

"Are we gonna have to end the stream?" Matt asked as he pointed at chat. Chat was asking if everything was okay, and were really concerned. Smii7y furrowed his brows trying to come up with something.

"OKAY! I got an idea!" Smii7y then grabbed the extra blindfold and noise cancelling earmuffs, "We tell chat that we decided to switch it up! That way while some of us are keeping chat occupied, the rest of you guys look for an antidote for Pezzy, and make sure he keeps his blindfold on."

"That's great and all, but who's doing what exactly?" Matt asked, Smii7y was already putting the blindfold on Matt, "Oh boy…" was all Matt could say. Smii7y suggested that Matt would be blindfolded, he would be deafened, and Droid would be mute while Puffer and Grizzy take turns keeping an eye on Pezzy. Everyone agreed, and Grizzy easily picked up Pezzy in his arms, carrying the short man out of the kitchen while keeping the blindfold on. Smii7y turned the stream back on, and chat was flooding with questions.

"Sorry we took so long! Pezzy isn't feeling too well, so Matt and I will be switching it up!" Smii7y explained to chat. Chat wished Pezzy well, and they continued the cooking challenge. Smii7y then placed noise canceling earmuffs on, and Chat got more excited. Puffer took this as his cue to vanish into the background to see if he can find a cure.

"Hey Smii7y where's the knife?" Matt asked as he was feeling around his surroundings.

"WHAT?!" Smii7y yelled. Droid rolled his eyes, hoping this situation gets fixed before the Club burns down.

#bigpuffer #elasticdroid #pezzy #smii7y #grizzy #blargmyshnoople #Frouse Hazbin AU #Blind Love

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eriexplosion · 3 months

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Moving right along to Cornered

Listen the fact that Hunter was just going to take them to an uninhabited planet to hide out forever. The community themes of season 2 make much more sense as part of the overall plot when you look at that ORIGINAL plan. What if they just go to Idaflor and never see anyone ever again? A great plan!

"Can't we explore?" No Omega you will go to your empty ass planet and you will LIKE IT.

Genuinely the way that Omega is going to influence them is so clear in these early episodes. She wants to go out and engage with the world while Hunter especially wants to withdraw and put up barriers to avoid getting hurt. Omega trusts people and reaches out and it does put her at risk of getting hurt, but it's also one of her biggest strengths, because it's what lets her connect with people, and I think a lot of those connections are going to come into play for season 3.

Just squealing over this, Omega is the reason they all start to branch out with Hunter being the slowest (other than Crosshair of course who has a good excuse for not being ready given the whole Imperial Brainwashing followed by intense torture thing) and I think that the best ending isn't one where he sacrifices himself for them (he would have done that from day one, it's not an ARC) but one where he finally, finally lets himself open up to the world beyond just them, when Hunter lets himself and his family actually thrive instead of survive.

"Without the republic to provide us supplies we'll have to acquire these necessities on our own." Spoken like a man that is aware of the concept of credits but has never had to actually use them before.

The scene with the repairman is great, they are so unfamiliar with the concept of a bribe. Wrecker is so genuinely confused and just to make it clear this is not a Wrecker thing, Tech takes so long to fully grasp that this is what he's asking for too. He heard about this once but has never encountered it in the wild. And Tech tries to be SO SMOOTH about the fact that he doesn't know how much a bribe is supposed to cost.

Obsessed with this face he makes. Boggled! At The Shipyard!

AND IT WASN'T EVEN ENOUGH THE GUY CALLS FENNEC INSTANTLY.

Hunter has found the one (1) item they have that is worth money and it is a SINGULAR EXPLOSIVE. Everything else they own is presumably absolute garbage.

Echo's SUPER confident "NOT DRESSED LIKE THIS!" gets me every time. So proud of this droid disguise.

Do not be alarmed it is I, a harmless protocol droid that happens to talk like a drill sergeant.

Your explosive might be worth 1800 in the black market, and Hunter is still catching up to the fact that there are different markets to begin with.

Love the glimpse of Hunter's college bro self we get with the Selling Echo scene. Come on, it'll be fine, it's just a minor scam!

I AM WORTH MORE THAN 2000. Know ur worth Echo.

What does this look like from the outside that he's discussing the price of the 'droid' with said 'droid'?

Did they ever pay for that trooper doll or did Omega just commit theft with more steps?

I'm sorry I can't breathe looking at this picture. Hunter is so fucking pleased with himself, he did so good with this scam, and in the distance you just have Echo flailing their scomp arm like BROTHER... HELP ME....

The droid supervisor is so funny to me, they really just invented a whole series of protocol droids and made them want nothing more in life than to be a middle manager. And Echo just fucking pulls a blaster on her. She was NOT programmed for this.

Fennec introducing Omega to the wild world of theft with the least subtle fruit stealing I've ever seen.

Cannot get past how attractive the knife kept in the small of Hunter's back is.

Echo has unionized this droid workplace, time to stage a walkout.

I will say Wrecker should not have gone down to Fennec so easily. I blame his likely ongoing migraine from his desperately trying to activate chip.

Hunter stealing the speeder to get Omega, he's really in his crimes era this episode. And I still can't get over how funny his HanGiNG? line is. Please he's SO TIRED.

RIP to this guy that Fennec straight up murders.

Also shout out to this guy who is the most blissfully in his lane person in this episode. Flourishing.

Forgot Fennec also shot a traffic cop following up on the likely violation of multiple people hanging off a vehicle.

Replacements was tense and you know this because the high speed speeder chase is the breather episode.

My crime wife Cid is gonna be here soon and I'm so disappointed that I have to go to bed instead of going onto Rampage DAMN IT.

#the bad batch rewatch

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arctrooper69 · 3 months

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What Hurts the Most

A piece I wrote as a gift to @staycalmandhugaclone featuring her OC Doc and my Jedi!OC Danika. Set sometime after the season 2 finale.

❤️ Thank you for giving me permission to post this ❤️

Doc x Danika

WARNINGS: PLEASE READ BEFORE CONTINUING. Viewer discretion advised. This is a bit darker than my usual fics. Suicidal ideation, self harm, survivors guilt, blood, medical care. Major angst but there's a good amount of comfort.

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I couldn’t help myself.

The knife was in my hand, fingers curled tightly around the handle. It was almost surreal, but some part of me knew what I was doing. Some secret, sick, violent part of my mind urged me on, begging me to end things right here and now.

I don’t know why I did it. It just kind of happened. The knife seemed to slip as if it had taken on a life on its own and I was simply a passerby watching as the edge slid across my skin, drawing such a beautiful red.

It would make the pain go away. Of that I had fully convinced myself. The deeper the blade sunk, the more I found myself sinking along with it. Those heady crimson rivets fell like waterfalls and I wanted nothing more than to let them wash me away.

Let the Force take me like it took so many others before me.

It was only fair. Why did I have to be the one left behind again and again? I was nothing.

I was angry.

What did I do to deserve all of this? Why was I destined to fail each and every time I tried so hard to reach for success? What was the point of being a Jedi when there was no one left to save?

I had failed them. I had failed all of them. Master Plo. Lia. Echo. Hardcase. Fives. Kix. Comet. Sinker. Commander Wolffe. I couldn’t name them all and that broke me too. What good am I if I can't even remember the names of all the lives I could’ve saved?

All the Jedi? I remembered some.

Asher. Kylah. Willa. Torik. The younglings I pulled from the burning Temple. They were all gone now too - a testament to my weakness - only proving that I didn’t have what it took.

And Lia.

My precious Lia. Sacrificed herself in battle to save her men and I wasn’t there to save her. I felt her life flicker out like a candle and a part of me was gone as well. Maybe Master Plo knew, though he never said anything. I found myself wishing that he did - that maybe it would’ve been enough for the Council to throw me out - to spare me of all the pain to come.

Then Kix.

I’m so sorry, Kix.

Gone. Dragged away by Separatist droids as I lay bleeding in the street, unable to do anything but scream for them to stop - as if they’d listen to me. Powerless. Unable to help.

More like unwilling.

I should’ve forced myself to move. I should have willed my body back together. The Force could’ve done such miraculous things. But not through me.

The cybernetics in my spine ached - a gift from Master Krell. I tallied Umbara as the highest price for my failures. Allowing my anger to save and defend the honor of lives that would ultimately be lost anyway. Brother against brother orchestrated by Krell’s own hand.

Another unforgivable act.

I should’ve been able to face him. I should’ve been able to subdue him - to protect my men - not be flung aside like some helpless child. Maybe Kix would’ve been able to save more of his brothers if he hadn’t had to come and save me.

The thoughts came faster and more chaotic as they came, swirling and spiraling ever downwards like the blood that fell from my wounds.

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I could hear footsteps now, thundering up the stone pathway. Quick and deliberate.

The sky was so pretty tonight, sun sinking low over Pabu’s golden beaches. The way it fell reminded me of others I had failed to save in one way or another.

Crosshair. Tech. Omega.

“Doc, get up here! Hunter!” Wrecker’s voice was loud. I didn’t mind though. The way his footsteps made the sandy ground tremble could have rocked me to sleep. It would’ve been peaceful. Finally success in something I could control.

It was taken from me then, knocked violently from my hands. Some stranger’s voice cried out as Wrecker’s vice-like grip locked around my arm and wrist, desperately trying to keep that crimson from flowing smoothly into the dirt. It wasn’t fair. That strange voice crying out for him to stop couldn’t have been mine. The pleas for him to let me have some semblance of control couldn’t have come from my lips because that would mean I had failed once again.

“Dani, why?”

I didn’t know his voice could sound so broken.

The agony of my reality didn’t hit me until Doc’s medkit hit the ground with a thud ringing though my head like her voice barking out orders.

I’m sorry, Doc. I just couldn’t take it anymore. It hurt too much. Please understand.

“Cyar’ika, why?” The crack in her voice hurt worse than the screaming icy sharpness that coursed nearly unbearably up my arm as she did what she was meant to do.

I found it endearing how easily she’d picked up the Mando’a from her boys.

Her words may have been gentle but her hands were not. I hadn’t realized how deep that blade had gone until her fingers pinched together the pulsing artery beneath my skin, forcing such a gutteral cry from my chest at the white hot sharpness she inflicted so ruthlessly.

I tried to run - to jerk away and hide from the agony of Hunter’s willing hands which twisted and wound the tourniquet obediently under Doc’s command, but I found that Wrecker’s arms, though gentle, held me fast.

Her voice was gentle with an edge of disappointment now - all of it laced with a quiet heartbreak. I couldn’t help the tears that streamed down my cheeks, nor the whimper of pain that tumbled over lips that had begun to go numb.

“I’ve got you, Dani. Look at me.”

I couldn’t bring myself to look at her. I couldn’t bring myself to see how my actions had cut her just as deeply as the knife I’d used on myself.

“I need you to look at me.” Her fingers glided beneath my chin, caressing the same skin that she had kissed only hours before.

I wondered if she noticed how I watched her lips tremble as she brought my face up to look at hers. I wonder if the same shame that gripped me, now held her in its claws as well. I wanted to tell her that it wasn’t her fault. I wanted to tell her that I loved her and never meant to hurt her like this.

“I’m sorry...” The words that leaked breathlessly over my lips were all that came out. I didn’t know what else to say.

The determined look she’d set over eyes shielded the tears I knew lay beneath. They were the same tears she had shed so long ago when she told me about her past. It seemed so long ago now, almost in a different life. I’d fallen in love with her then, though I wasn’t sure I’d ever told her that.

Had I failed her too?

“I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to…”

She made no sound to answer me.

I couldn’t stop the hissing moan as she folded my arm over my own chest and pulled me into her arms.

“I know, cyar’ika. I’m sorry.”

My head felt so heavy. With so much weighing me down, I couldn’t fight how my head rested against her shoulder.

“Doc… let me help. I got her.” Hunter’s voice sounded strained, like I’d added another thousand pounds onto his already heavy shoulders. I couldn’t help the tears that came again, burning hot with shame that choked me like a fist around my throat.

I wondered if she knew how I felt that spike of protective instinct shooting through her soul as she stood, cradling me against her chest, pulling me closer and ever so slightly away from the concern of the others. I wondered if she was aware of the regret that weighed so heavily on my chest. I hadn’t meant to hurt anyone.

Her feet moved quickly with practiced purpose down the stone steps and across the landing platform.

“How can we help, Doc?” Wrecker’s voice echoed through my ears and her reply sounded almost comical as it warped and blended in and out with everything else. All I wanted to do was stay here in her arms. She was warm and safe. Everything felt different with her.

I could’ve floated into a dream where everything was alright again. A dream in which the weight of our actions had no effect on the galaxy around us. It was just simply us. Doc and Danika. What a beautiful world that would be, and I wondered briefly if she ever felt the same.

The sudden cold hand of reality cruelly pulled me back once again beneath fluttering eyelids and that thin cot of the medbay I was suddenly placed upon.

“No, no, no. Danika, don’t you dare!” Her voice was sharp. Panicked fingers pulling desperately at the lids of my eyes, forcing me into a sudden, uncomfortable wakefulness. I couldn’t help the twinge of despair in realizing she’d once again pulled me back to her.

I would only fail her again, and even that thought flooded me with a tangible guilt I could feel in my mouth.

“Don’t do that again!” She nearly shouted in an angry relief. “I won’t lose you too!” Her voice quieted, “I can’t…”

I could only turn my head to regard her under lidded eyes that were aready threatening to close again. I found myself unable to keep from shivering as I watched her gather what she needed in frantic movements.

I nearly smiled. It took a certain kind of courage to efficiently do what needed to be done even when the life of someone you cared about was on the line.

“Here.” She layed a blanket over me. Her eyes were kind but oh, so tired. It was the kind of tired where even a thousand nights of sleep would not ever been enough.

Her hand felt cold as she brushed the hair from my neck with nimble fingers. She held the autoinjector in the other.

“Just a pinch,” she warned, smiling in a sad, but comforting expression as I met her eyes.

I barely noticed the slight burn of the sedative she’d given me as I felt it pull me into the grasp of unconciousness. A terror suddenly gripped me tighter than anything I’d ever felt before and I felt myself fight how that sedative pulled me down. I couldn’t let myself be taken away like this - not when she meant so much to me. I knew then, whatever it took, I had to fight to stay with her. She was my rock. I was hers. She would be my reason to keep living.

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Gentle fingers weaving through my hair, woke me slowly.

The door to the medbay hissed open. “How is she, Doc?” Hunter’s voice held that same tired concern as it had before.

The fingers in my hair paused their movements. “I think she’s starting to wake up.”

“Do you think we should - “

“Yeah,” her curt reply cut him off. “She’ll stay here for awhile. Just so I can keep an eye on her.”

“Good. I’ll give you some privacy then.” The door hissed shut and she sank into the chair with a sigh.

“Hey…” I whispered. She stiffened, pulling her hand from my hair. She stood up suddenly, moving her hands as though she didn’t quite know what to say.

“Hey!?” She repeated incredulously. The sudden sharpness of her tone startled her as much as it did me. “That’s all you have to say to me!? Hey!?” The anger she’d tried so hard to convey, cracked at the last few words. She took a breath as if to calm herself. My chest felt heavy. I knew I’d hurt her, but I hadn’t realized just how much.

“I…” I began.

“Oh, no.” she interrupted me, a fire ablaze in her eyes. “You don’t get to talk just yet!”

I fell silent.

“H-how dare you do something like that! How dare you…” her voice cracked as she collapsed back into the chair beside me, placing her forehead on mine, pressing so hard I could taste the salt of her tears on my lips as they fell. Her hands gripped my face as though she was afraid if she let go, I’d slip away once again.

“Don’t you ever do that again!” The anger in her voice was gone now, replaced only by grief and sorrow.

“Am… am I allowed to speak again?” I asked timidly, hoping a small grin and some infantesimal amount of good humor would help lift that awful weight from her shoulders.

She chuckled with a broken sniff as she wiped her eyes on the back of her hand, “Yeah… I guess you can. Maker knows, I can’t stop you once you get started.”

It was my turn to chuckle.

“I… I’m so sorry,” My own words breaking over emotion I couldn’t hold back any longer. She wiped the tears with her thumbs as they flowed.

“I… Sometimes it’s just so easy to get all caught up in my own head,” I sobbed.

She moved, sitting on the cot beside me, lifting me so that my head rest against her chest. The beat of her heart was soothing. I could sit there forever and that sound would be all I needed to sustain my living.

“I know, she said, placing her lips on the top of my head. “That’s what I’m here for though, right?”

“Yeah,” I whispered, closing my eyes, leaning into her embrace as she wrapped herself around me.

“Promise?” She asked.

“I promise.”

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dystopicjumpsuit · 9 months

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @deejadabbles! I've got a Neyo x the Bad-miral snippet today, and for once, it's SFW, though she does allude to their previous sexual encounter. This story is coming very soon to the @tcwmatchmakingau account, so for my readers who enjoyed "Everybody Hates Neyo," keep your eyes peeled!

Note: I converted the Admiral!Reader into an OC because she's 🎵The Worst,🎵 and I didn't want to project that onto my readers. Her name is Reeda Wai'yen as a nod to her origins, because I never met a pun I didn't love 😏

“I’m on a date,” she snapped.

He looked pointedly at the empty chair across from her. “Looks like your date has a strong sense of self-preservation. Probably took one look at you and ran for their life.”

“He’s just a little late,” she said, tilting her jaw at a haughty angle to hide the flash of hurt at his words.

“That must kill you,” he said with a mirthless chuckle. “I remember the time you made a Jedi padawan cry for being three minutes behind schedule.”

“There were barely tears. Do. Not. Sit,” she gritted out as he made himself comfortable in the chair across from her. He picked up one of the remaining bread rolls and took a large bite, and she sighed. “Why are you here, anyway?”

“It just so happens, I am also on a date,” he said, mumbling around the bite of bread.

“Oh?” she wrinkled her nose at his table manners. “And who’s the unlucky lady?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Some civvie named Reeda.”

Her hand tightened dangerously around her butter knife. Neyo’s eyes dropped to the blade, and he smirked.

“Disappointed?” he asked.

“You could say that,” she said, jaw clenched. “I’m Reeda.”

He choked on his bite of bread and wheezed a bit, pounding his chest to clear his airway. Alas, he survived.

“What?” he sputtered.

“You didn’t even bother to find out my first name after you were inside me?” she demanded. Her sharp tone attracted attention from the surrounding diners, and she heard a few quiet titters from the tables around her, but she was too irate to care.

“You didn’t even bother to find out who’d be eating dinner with you?” he retorted.

[redacted for length]

The service droid approached the table and asked, “May I take your order?”

“He’s not staying,” Reeda cut in.

“I’ll have the bantha filet,” Neyo replied, ignoring her. “Bloody.”

He turned to her and arched his brows. The droid waited expectantly.

“I’ve suddenly lost my appetite,” she lied.

Neyo’s mouth twisted, and he huffed a breath through his nose. “The admiral will have the roast porg. And a bottle of Alderaanian red.”

The droid nodded and ambled away. Reeda glared at Neyo.

“I don’t eat meat, you presumptuous ass,” she said.

“Liar,” he said. “Unfortunately, the souls of the innocent weren’t on the menu, so I had to settle for your second-favorite meal.”

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ryehouses · 1 year

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Any Boba POV? 😍

i have. so much. boba POV. i am bad at math and they're scattered across several documents, but last time i counted it was something like 80k of just. miscellaneous boba.

so, here's one from very early on, ft. fennec being exasperated and boba starting to figure out this whole crime boss thing!

in which fennec has an idea.

“If it keeps going like this,” said Fennec, flopping down on the wide stone steps of an empty house in the Gleaning of Mos Eisley, settling tiredly down next to Boba, “you’re going to be dead before the month is out, you know.”

Boba grunted. She was exaggerating. He could make it another two or three months, probably. The assassins that the Hutts had been sending hadn’t been that good.

Fennec sighed and handed Boba a scrap of cloth, which he gratefully pressed against the shallow wound in his side.

“That need stitches?” Fennec asked.

Boba shook his head. “Just bacta,” he said. This particular assassin – a sharp-faced young Zabrak woman who had come at Boba around the corner of an alley with a knife – had scored a lucky hit just past the edge of Boba’s cuirass, but Boba’d moved faster than she had expected him too, and he’d turned her aside before she’d managed to stick him properly.

“You sure?”

Boba rolled his eyes, since Fennec couldn’t see through his buc’ye to catch him doing it. “Yeah, I’m sure. Quit worrying about it.”

Fennec snorted. “No,” she said, implacable as always. She looked past Boba to where the Zabrak woman lay cooling in the street, sand already beginning to collect against her body. “How’d she get the drop on you? She’s about as big as you are.”

“She didn’t get the drop on me,” Boba grumbled back, pressing harder against the wound on his side. It really wasn’t deep; he could feel the flow of blood slowing already. “She just – got lucky.”

The flat look Fennec shot Boba scored him deeper than the would-be assassin’s knife. Fennec was, as usual, mostly right; the Zabrak had surprised Boba, and she shouldn’t have been able to.

“You’re slipping,” said Fennec, frankly.

“You’re slipping,” Boba shot back. Fennec had been a few dozen yards behind Boba when the Zabrak’d jumped for him, and she was usually just off his left side.

Fennec just shrugged. “A bit,” she admitted. “And I think you’re getting even less sleep than I am, so. At this rate, someone is going to get the drop on you, probably within the month, and that’ll be the end of it.”

“Optimistic, aren’t you?”

Fennec spread her hands. She didn’t try to justify her thinking and didn’t really have to, anyway – Boba understood. “We’re stretched too thin, boss,” she said.

That was an understatement. Back in Jabba’s day, Tatooine had been packed with every sort of skug-sucking lowlife – Boba and Fennec included – eager to get on a syndicate boss’s payroll. Jabba’d had no shortage of guards to flank his every move or hunters to clear the streets any time he’d wanted to visit Mos Eisley.

Bib Fortuna, however, had been an idiot incapable of running a cantina on Canto Bight, let alone a syndicate, so by the time Boba and Fennec had come back to Tatooine with plans of their own, the only beings left in the palace had been a handful of terrified slaves, one battered silver protocol droid and three spice smugglers that Fennec had run out before they’d even thought to offer Boba their services.

Boba had let the slaves go and had scrapped the droid. He and Fennec had still had a few contacts in Mos Eisley who’d been willing enough to sign on, most of them friends from the bad old days under Jabba. Kasyyk, Theran, Ay-Two and his human partner Zero. One of the Twi’Lek women Fortuna’d been keeping around had signed on, which had been a pleasant surprise, but that left Boba with an outfit he could count with two hands, and a crew of seven wasn’t big enough to run much of anything, let alone a piece – now an admittedly very small piece, but still – of the Hutt empire.

Kark the Hutts anyway, Boba thought, irritated. He was pretty sure that it was a Hutt who’d been sending the assassins after him, though he and Fennec hadn’t been able to figure out which Hutt it was yet.

Fennec kept muttering about building a network of spies, but Boba rather thought they should figure out how to walk down the street in Mos Eisley – Boba’s city – without getting stabbed first.

“Yeah,” Boba said, answering Fennec. “I know.”

Fennec’s mouth pulled down. Not in defeat or even in annoyance, but in concentration. She was thinking. Boba, still bleeding, let her think. He’d been up all night the past week trying to figure out the same problem.

Jabba’s forces – his army of bounty hunters and smugglers and guards and legbreakers, his dancing girls and his bartenders, his clerks and accountants and fixers and thugs – had either died with him at the Pit of Carkoon, like Boba’d been supposed to, had drifted off towards other, more profitable work, like Fennec, or had been chewed up and spat out by the galaxy and its endless, grinding gears. Fortuna’d gotten a lot of the old outfit killed. There was hardly anyone left, let alone anyone who could be trusted not to accept a handful of peggats from the Hutts and put a knife in Boba’s back while he was sleeping.

Fennec’s got more recent knowledge than me, though.

Boba had spent the better part of the last five years with the Spotted Anooba far out in the desert, away from all of this. Fennec had been here.

“We’ve only just started digging around under the palace,” Fennec said, after a minute. “There’s – there’s not a lot of credits down there, but there’s plenty of other assets. You could raise a tidy pile of clink. Hire some mercs, maybe. At least until we get some cargo moving in and out.”

Boba relaxed a bit. “Thought of that,” Boba admitted. “But is there enough down there to win in a bidding war, d’you think? Mercs are hutuun’yc. If we put up a few hundred thousand credits, only for Gardulla or Gorga to put up a few million – ”

“Alright,” Fennec said, tilting her head. “Fair point.” Then she narrowed her eyes, which usually meant that she’d gotten an idea. “So we need more muscle – and more brains, Boba, I don’t care how much you like Kasyyk – and we need someone who can’t be bought or bribed.”

“Good luck finding someone like that on Tatooine,” Boba replied. He let the comment about Kasyyk slide. Fennec was just annoyed that Kasyyk, not expecting a known assassin to show up at his door, had tossed Fennec through said door and into the wall behind it.

“We don’t have to just look on Tatooine,” Fennec pointed out.

Boba snorted. “You’ve got time to go wandering around Nar Shaddaa?”

“Not Nar Shaddaa either,” said Fennec.

The wound in Boba’s side was starting to throb now, the flow of blood slowing but the ache of an injury setting in. He gritted his teeth. “Say what you mean,” he said. Boba could trust Fennec to do that, if he asked.

Fennec shot Boba a slightly-less dire look. Her idea was a good one, then.

“Who do we know,” Fennec said, propping her elbows up on her knees, “that’s a good fighter, a good hunter and can’t be bought? Who would probably try to punch whoever thought to buy him out of a contract he’d already taken, Hutt or not?”

Boba blinked. “You don’t mean Djarin,” he said.

“Of course I mean Djarin,” Fennec said. “Unless you know any other loca bounty hunters. Djarin’s good. He got me, you know.”

“I know he’s good,” Boba replied, confused. Djarin’s skill wasn’t at question. “But he’s not the syndicate-joining type, Shand.”

“What, you think he’s the crusading type?” Boba and Fennec had left Djarin on a light cruiser with Bo-Katan Kryze and a pair of her fanatics. Boba didn’t know what Kryze wanted to do next and he didn’t care, either, as long as she did it on the opposite end of the galaxy, but he’d assumed that Djarin would band up with her. That was what Mandalorians did, after all. They stuck with their own.

“Well,” Boba admitted, “he did take on the Empire.”

“To get his kid back,” Fennec disagreed. “He’s no Rebellion hero or resistance fighter, Boba. He’s murishani. Like you.”

“You think we’ve got enough clink lying around to keep him?” Boba asked, still skeptical. Djarin had been – tolerable. Competent. He had kept his word and had been only faintly surprised when Boba’d kept his, which had been a nice change from most of Boba’s interactions with other Mandalorians. “I don’t know if he’ll want to fight, Fenn. He took a few good hits on that cruiser.”

Djarin’d been hurt badly enough to need a dip in a bacta tank. Boba’d seen him out of the bacta, but that had been a few weeks ago. He didn’t know what Djarin was up to now.

A trained Mandalorian’s a good asset, though, Boba thought, grudgingly. Fennec was right about that. Djarin was a skilled hunter. And he had connections on Tatooine that Boba didn’t have. Djarin had saved that one town, with the Marshal who’d been wearing Boba’s armor. The ahra of Tatooine moved through Mos Pelgo.

If Djarin could be convinced – if he accepted a contract –

Fennec gave Boba one of her knowing half-smiles. She reached into her coat, then pulled out a lump of dark grey metal, and slid it to Boba.

One hand still pressed to his side, Boba picked up what she’d offered him, and raised his eyebrows.

“Beskar,” he said. He didn’t have to touch the metal bare-handed to know what it was. He would recognize beskar blind. His body knew it, even if he’d never been offered any. Even if he’d had to take what little he had. “Where’d you get this?”

“Where do you think?” Fennec replied. “The worm had a great big pile of it in one of his little treasure-caves. Worth a bit more than a peggat to a Mandalorian, don’t you think?”

Boba stared at the beskar ingot for a second, some of his exhaustion dropping away. He was glad that he’d found Fennec in the desert. She did have a unique way of approaching a problem. “Alright,” Boba said, curling a hand over the metal. “That’s not a bad idea.”

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