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Where I Belong | Chapter 2

Story Summary: The only family she’d ever known gave her a name; back when she belonged to something. But when that family is lost, she leaves it all behind. When destiny drops her in the last place she ever wanted to be, she has to earn back the trust and respect of the Republic that left her to die. Caught between the Jedi and the Grand Army of the Republic, she’ll discover where she belongs.

Fandom: Star Wars | Galaxy Far Far Away

Rating: T+

Story Genre/Warnings: action/adventure/found family | war violence, death, torture, discrimination, alcohol consumption, angst, fluff, found family, lots of clone boys, [more]

Words: 7,712

Disclaimer: Majority of properties within this fanfic are owned by Lucasfilm/Disney. My OCs, as well as a few other things within this fanfic are of my own creation. Republic Cog header made by me 😊

CHAPTER NOTE: Next chapter! Little shorter than the last so I hope that is acceptable. Don’t have much to say other than I hope it is enjoyed 🥰 OH! Check out one of the links below to see some arts I did for my OC Arwen Corcer! Her name is pronounced [ARE-when COURSE-er] for those interested!

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Present Day…

The sun was just beginning to disappear behind the Coruscant skyline. Colors ranging from orange to purple were splashed behind the whisked clouds. The cityscape shadowed much of the surface, making it seem much darker than it had been minutes prior.

Knelt on the ledge of one of the complex buildings, Arwen Corcer cradled an adventurer slugthrower rifle close to her body, cheek nestled over the stock as she stared through the scope, down the barrel.

Bum bum…. Bum bum…. Bum bum. It was prevalent in her mind; the one thing she could hear. Breath steady, and both eyes open, she kept her dominant eye trained through the scope at the target. It was the only thing that could take precedence over the sound of her heart beating slowly, calculatedly.

Just over a mile away, the target stood on the balcony of a large complex with other party guests attending a fundraiser. Since the outbreak of the war between the Galactic Republic and the Confederacy of Independent Systems, he'd been finding ways to make money off of both sides, all of which were illegal, helping to settle her conscience about the job.

Arwen didn't know the motive behind the client who had hired her to eliminate the individual, but from what dirt she'd been able to turn up on the target, they had their fair share of skeletons in the closet- not including their double dealings with both the Republic and the CIS. Whatever the motive was- Arwen didn't have any desire to know; it wasn't her business, and it was also the job not to ask questions. That she learned early on.

The target had a female Twi’lek on his arm. She was relatively close; too close. Arwen would need to wait for a proper window.

The balcony was a large half circle that acted as a roof to half of the tower it rested upon; the outer wall of the half-circle was lined with finely arranged floral bushes and other organic material that contrasted starkly with the harsh greys of the city. Seating also scattered the sides of the balcony. Twenty-four individuals resided on the balcony, including the target who was talking with multiple associates.

Finally the moment came, and the female left the target to walk inside. There was an opening.

Allowing her gloved fingers to make a minuscule adjustment on the barrel of her rifle, Arwen kept her breath steady, gaze locked on the target.

Bum bum…. Bum bum…. Bum bum.

Her finger began to slowly squeeze the trigger.

Bum bum.

She breathed in.

Bum bum.

Then out.

Bum bum.

She went to squeeze the trigger when a flash of blinding light overrode her senses.

“Haar'chak!” Arwen cursed and lowered the rifle, squinted eyes raised towards the sky to see a Republic transport coming to a stationary hover around twenty-five yards above her.

Spot lights flashed around her as individuals in the transport angled them towards her. Voices echoed over the roar of the transport. Republic Police.

Raising her rifle again, Arwen quickly found the target once more.

Identify. Breathe in. Breathe out. Squeeze.

The recoil of the rifle doubling back into her shoulder coupled with the force of the rifle pushing what air that was left from her lungs was familiar, oddly comforting, as she resettled the rifle, watching through the scope as the target was knocked to the ground with the force of the slug.

Not a blaster bolt. Arwen would take a good blaster any day, but using old fashioned solid rounds was always a sure way to handle a job. Took authorities longer to get leads and she could make the ammunition herself if she so desired.

Quickly flipping the safety on the weapon, Arwen swings the rifle over her body, securing the safety strap to her armor plate before taking off across the roof of the complex. Disappearing into the maze of air conditioning and ventilation units and other structures, Arwen pulled the fabric hanging around her shoulders up, securing it over her nose before pulling the hood over her head.

The authorities yelled as they repelled down onto the rooftop and began a chase.

Dodging ventilation units and other cubic structures that littered the rooftop of the tower, Arwen came face to face with several GU-series Police Droids.

“Halt,” One held up an arm towards her, SS-410 pistol in hand. “You are under arrest.”

There were too many here to have happened to notice her presence. She had been set up.

Dodging the fire of one of them, she lunged forward and pushed them over before continuing through the maze of structures. She just had to get to the opposite end of the complex. Those droids would have speeders; she’d take one and dump it near one of the vents; they’d suspect she's gone into the lower levels.

Rounding a large unit, Arwen came to a screeching halt at the overwhelmingly bright colored individual.

“Stop!” A standard Republic clone trooper fitted in the signature bright white armor pointed his blaster at her. He looked rather taken off guard.

Arwen, still controlling her breathing, allowed her jaw to briefly clench before her ears perked and she heard the Police droids and her lips parted. Her eyes jumped to the side for a split second before she felt her eyebrows twitch.

“Don’t move.” He ordered, going to step closer to her.

She remained still as he approached, waiting for her opportunity before slapping his blaster away. She was quick to emobilize him; having grabbed his forearm she turned and put her back to his chest before throwing the trooper over her shoulder.

He let out a cry of surprise before grunting in pain as he crumpled to the ground. Arwen’s pistol was already pointed down at him, his head at her feet. His helmet was already facing her but he seemed to flinch moments later; an indication he’d now noticed his predicament. He went to unsteadily raise his hands with hesitation.

Breathing now uneven and not controlled, Arwen stared down at the trooper. Mouth turning dry, she swallowed before her head shot up.

They were coming.

Shooting the briefest look back down at the trooper whose head was at her feet, she quickly holstered her pistol and ran for one of the speeders hovering off the building ledge. As she jumped onto one, droids and other Troopers came flooding towards her. Cranking the throttle, she took off across the Coruscant skyline.

After dumping the Police speeder near one of the vents, Arwen returned to the establishment owned by her client called Lanter’s Tavern. It was obvious she’d been set up; an arrangement made most likely so he wouldn’t have to pay her. It wasn’t a surprise, but needless to say, she would have preferred this transaction to have gone smoothly.

Walking across the first level of the bar, Arwen made her way towards the back hall. The client owned this bar, however it was more a front; operated by employees to keep authorities off of his scent.

Arwen swallowed, face still clothed in her dark grey, ragged hood, and cloth piece over her nose. The look was drawing eyes, but as soon as she made eye contact with any of them, they’d look away rather quickly. She wasn’t dressed like a civvy. Armored chest plate, shoulder, knee, and torso plating, rifle slung over her shoulder, blaster on her side and vibroblade attached to her boot- she looked like a gun for hire.

Her eyes snapped to the side when yelling flooded the room, and she quickly spotted a group of men cheering at one of the screenprojectors above the bar. This wasn’t one of the rowdier bars, but when certain pod races or other sporting events came on, it drew in crowds of the like.

One would assume it was just your average evening on Coruscant. Many of the people residing on the planet had essentially no idea just how the war was currently strangling the galaxy. Sure Coruscant had its own problems, but most of these people didn’t know. They were content to be here, ignorant to the trillions of others surrounded by war throughout the galaxy.

It was… a lonely feeling; being in the know in some manner while being surrounded by those with no knowledge of the conflict that had been at the center of her life until recently.

Continuing through the crowds to the other side of the large area, she was able to pass people virtually unnoticed until she began heading down the back hall. Graffiti was sparse but painted the walls here and there. It was a relatively clean establishment, just enough to blend with the top level of Coruscant at least.

As she walked down the dimly lit corridor, out of sight from others she pulled the hood off of her head and lowered the cloth covering her face. Turning the corner, she spotted a human male guard at the door. Upon seeing her, his eyes widened as he went to scramble for his blaster, currently holstered.

By the time Arwen was in front of him and he had the blaster pointed, she grabbed his wrist and yanked him forwards with enough force to cause his face to collide with her shoulder plate with a clang. He sputtered before dropping to the floor.

Stepping over the body, Arwen pushed the control on the wall to open the door. As soon as it opened, her eyes met the barrels of multiple blasters pointed in her direction. She eased to a stop, picking out the multiple individuals preventing her from entering before she heard the muttering of words coming from further inside the room.

“Let her in, let her in.” It was a familiar voice, the client.

Arwen waited for the hired protection of the client to ease their weapons. Her own posture was relatively relaxed, however at a moment's notice she could have her blaster in hand.

The individuals finally began stepping away, and Arwen waited until she had enough room before entering the converted office space, one calculated step after another. Her gaze dotted from one person to the next; a few Weequays -two male and one female- one male Nikto, one male human, and two Siniteens - male and female. All of them were armed.

“Well, I admit I didn’t expect to see you again. Alive at least, after taking that job.”

Arwen turned her attention to the individual sitting at a desk in the corner, a datapad now abandoned in front of him sitting on the desk.

“No thanks to you,” Arwen countered, hand resting over her belt as she met the eyes of the client.

“You’re lucky, mercenary.” The Belosar considered her for a moment, eyes wandering over her as if he was looking for a sign of wear or evidence that his attempt to get rid of her wasn’t a complete waste. A couple beats of silence followed before he gave a decided hum and stood from his seat. Even at a stand, he was small, only five feet, maybe a couple inches more; his skin was almost a sickly grey, common for Belosars, his antennapalps protruded from his dark locks.

A chuckle left his lips as he walked around his desk and past her, towards the right side of the room.

“You do drive a hard bargain for your services,” He tsked, waving a finger before going towards a large safe built into the wall.

“Well, you aren’t the first client to attempt to sell me out, Gerdon.” Arwen responded, notes of amusement on her tongue as she followed the Belosar with her eyes.

“I assume if you are here, and that you haven’t started shooting, that you have finished the job, yes?” The antennapalps atop his head twitched as he turned to look at her from around the safe door, which stood taller than him.

Belosars’ antennapalps gave them the ability to detect drastic emotional changes around them as well as immediate danger, so he already knew she wasn’t here to do him harm.

“You’d assume correct.” Arwen found her hands gripping her belt buckle as the client finally walked over with a small satchel that she assumed was full of credits. It better be at least.

He held it out and she went to grasp the strap of the satchel, noticing almost immediately how he wasn’t planning on letting go of the item.

Her gaze remained on his as she searched his expression, careful not to give anything away in her own as she waited.

She could feel the presence of the protection detail around her. They were on edge, and by what Arwen could tell, hadn’t received previous orders on how to handle the situation- meaning they were reacting off of whatever Gerdon was doing as each second passed.

If it was one thing she hadn’t been raised to deal with- it was these types of people. Not that she struggled; she knew how to navigate the life, but she’d experienced plenty of instances of learning on the go. So far not one client had questioned her validity as a mercenary or bounty hunter. Only a few had questioned her as they hadn’t seen her in the business prior, however it was an easy thing to explain. Big galaxy.

Sometimes it made her rethink just how good she was at the life… being a criminal. She’d received the best training in the galaxy and this is how she was using it… Then it would come back - why she was in this situation to begin with and how she’d come into the life.

Her eyes flicked towards some of the armed individuals before returning to Gerdon.

“I recall we discussed proof of your success being displayed upon your return?” He tried, spare hand drumming lightly on the satchel, the other gripping the other end of the strap.

“That was before you sold me out to the Republic.” Arwen stepped closer, causing a few of the surrounding hired guns to pull their weapons slowly. “You’ll see it on the Holonet News first light; given the Republic will allow the word to spread.”

The Galactic Republic had taken over the HoloNet News, or just HNN, shortly after the war broke out. Everything ran through them, as to ensure the CIS wasn’t aided in any potentially sensitive information. Despite that effort, there was a Separatist presence on Coruscant - hell on every Republic system - besides Kamino possibly; there were terrorist cells everywhere, and information was always being leaked. Arwen doubted things had changed at all since she… left.

“Either way, word’ll get to you.” Her voice was low and sharp as she maintained steady eye contact with the man, the height difference between them not going unnoticed as the Belosar shifted where he stood. She easily stood at around 5 feet, 9 inches and her footwear added an extra inch in the sole. This Belosar’s eyes barely met the top of her chest plate.

Gerdon considered her momentarily, his jaw tightens briefly before his lips pull back and he grins. Chuckling he released the satchel and pushed it into her grasp before patting the hand she’d been holding the strap with.

“Yes yes of course, it is only fair I suppose.” He appeared almost distracted as he headed back to his desk, shifting things on the tabletop surface as he went. “It is the pay we discussed. I threw a little extra in for your trouble.”

“How thoughtful.” Arwen couldn’t help the deadpan tone that leaked through her words.

“It was a pleasure,” The Belosar clasped his hands together, resting them on his desk once he had taken a seat. The silence that followed was a clear indication that she was excused.

Arwen watched him for a moment, using her peripheral vision to keep an eye on the hired protection in the room before bowing her head a fraction in response.

Satchel in her grasp, she went to leave, meeting the eyes of one of the Weequays before heading out of the office. She stepped over the still unconscious guard on the ground and continued down the hallway back towards the bar.

The breath that slipped out through her lips caused her stomach to tighten a fraction as she closed her eyes momentarily.

That was too close. If she didn’t have to worry about the heat from the authorities, she’d probably have dealt with that piece of rankweed Belosar; the only one of his kind she had met who wasn’t in the Death Stick trade. Gerdon was something of a coward, but could weasel his way out of a lot of problems. She’d been warned he might pull a stunt like that, but it still caught her off guard when it happened. Thankfully she was able to get away without hurting anyone.

Face now exposed, Arwen made a beeline for one of the more secluded bar counters at the back of the room where multiple bench seating areas resided. There were only a few other individuals at the bar, several seats down when she took a seat on the far right. Grabbing the rifle off of her back, she rested it against the bar between her and the wall before raising her hand in a small gesture for the bartender.

“Be there in a minute, girlie.” Ignoring the man’s words, Arwen gripped her fist with her right hand, resting her chin on her thumbs.

Despite feeling more at ease, her shoulders were still tight, and her back was tense. She needed to disappear for a while. After that phiasco, there would be bulletins out for her; she’d be on the HoloNet News probably. The police droids most likely snapped images of her; they’d have a loose idea of her face, but not enough to use recognition software. If she stayed low for a while, she might be able to stay on Coruscant but… She’d have to wait a long while before things cooled down. It might just be easier to leave. However she didn’t have enough loose credits to get off-world.

She squeezed her eyes shut for a brief moment before running a hand over her hair that was braided off to one side; her bangs were loose and tousled from the hood she’d since removed. Movement on the other side of the bar counter caused Corcer’s eyes to lift, and she met the gaze of a human male.

“What can i get you?”

“I’ll have an Ardees.” Something strong and bitter to ease her nerves.

“If you don’t want the nonalcoholic version, I’ll need to see some identification.” The man responded, resting one hand on the counter. Her previous job didn’t exactly give her an identification card, much like in the Republic’s military. That was something civilians had.

Arwen closed her eyes momentarily before looking the bartender in the eye. Letting on hand slide away from the counter and to her lap.

“I just finished a job with Gerdon; that should be enough.” Arwen countered. If you knew the name, it was essentially a pass. This bar was named Lanter’s because that was the façade Gerdon used, and if you knew his real name you were involved in his work.

The bartender’s expression flickered with mild uncertainty before he gave a curt nod and went to prepare the drink.

Feeling her expression soften a bit, Arwen let her gaze fall to the counter before she returned both arms to the surface, balancing her elbows on the edge.

Putting off a threatening vibe to everyone she came into contact with was tiresome; infuriating at times. It wasn’t really who she was, but she had plenty of anger to expel, which made it easier on days like this. That aside, most of these people were rotten anyhow.

The satchel settled in her lap, Arwen tapped her thumb against the back of the other as she waited. Letting her gaze bounce subtly around at the space off to her left, she lingered on a few different individuals before drawing her attention back.

“Look a little tense there, kid.” The bartender announced, setting a glass down before pouring the liquid.

Arwen waited until he was finished and had pushed the glass closer before she grabbed it and downed it. She hid the grimace as the liquid burned her throat for a moment before setting it down with a grumble.

“Close call on a job.” She decided to say. Bartenders sometimes made small talk; it was harmless enough and this guy wasn’t giving off a deceptive vibe. She could always tell that about people; read their character, at least in the moment. Something her squa… it was something some people she used to know would call her ‘special power’.

“I’ve had my fair share of ones like you coming out with that look.” The man gestured towards her with the bottle of Ardees. “Boss sell you out on a job?”

Arwen eyed him for a moment, considering her options before giving a slight twitch of her eyebrow. “I’m sitting here aren’t I?”

“That you are,” He chuckled, going to pour more of the bitter liquid into her glass once she had held it out. Filling the glass he set the bottle of Ardees down close enough for her to reach before patting the counter. “Help yourself, kid.”

Arwen simply gestured towards him with the glass before going to drink down more of the strong liquid.

Once he walked away, she set the glass back down and cleared her throat. It had been months since she’d adopted the façade, but she still wasn’t used to the amount of alcohol she’d find herself consuming at times; even to appear to blend in with the criminal/low life element. The nature of her previous-... job… Prevented her from drinking often. And even then she didn’t really have a need to. Now she found herself with the occasional drink just to calm her nerves. Thankfully she could hold herself pretty well after consuming alcohol.

Swallowing the remnants of the bitterness in her mouth, Arwen went to raise the glass again.

“Hey- the Commander wants us back by 2300.”

Her hand froze before the glass reached her lips, parted lips closing as she clenched her jaw. Keeping her posture where it was, Arwen looked out of the corner of her eye, turning her head only a fraction to the left as she quickly spotted the source of the familiar voice.

“Of all the bars you could think of - you chose this one? Seems a little… dicey.” Arwen spotted the four clone troopers heading to an oval shaped bar area in the center of the room, their backs to her as they came to the counter.

“Maybe so, but not as bad as The Nexu’s Den; I heard they don’t even serve clones.”

“79s serves clones, and its not down here in the-”

“Don’t get your blacks in a bunch, this place is fine. The Corporal says he’s been here with some guys; they didn’t have any problems.”

Turning back to face the counter, Arwen’s grip on the glass in her hand tightened momentarily.

These guys were on break. The authorities probably hadn’t even processed the incident involving her yet. And by the armor markings- these guys were probably back on leave. They wouldn’t be a problem. But all the same… She needed to leave.

Grabbing some credits from the satchel, Arwen waved the bartender over before putting the small pile of money down, discreetly sliding it towards him.

He took it with a nod but quickly noticed the amount far surpassed the bill for her drink.

“I- kid-”

“I wasn’t here.” Arwen cut him off, searching his expression for a sign of reassurance to her comment.

The bartender processed her words before ultimately giving a small dip of his chin, carefully moving the credits to his pocket.

Arwen patted the counter and gave him a nod in return before getting to her feet. Swiftly swinging the rifle over her shoulder and securing the satchel, she began heading out of the bar.

Her eyes drift off towards the soldiers at one of the main bars, all seemingly enjoying themselves and toasting their drinks.

At the sound of their laughs she clenched her jaw and looked away before continuing out of the establishment. Before her thoughts could dwell too much on her past however, a medium sized ball of fur suddenly crowded her at the entrance to Lanter’s Tavern.

“Hey Bek,” Arwen chuckled, kneeling a fraction to greet the anooba happily panting, hindquarters shaking with excitement. Kneeling down onto one knee, Arwen rustled the fur around his neck before leaning back in surprise at the smell of the animal’s breath.

“Whoa- what did you get into?” Arwen can’t help the smile that broke across her face as she got to her feet once more. “C’mon bud,” Heading down the walkway outside of the tavern, the Anooba followed eagerly. “Let’s get something to eat.”

It was around 2200 by the time Arwen got to her basecamp for the night. She couldn’t stay in a hostel because of Bek; most establishments didn’t allow animals, and even then, she couldn’t trust such establishments to be safe - especially with the heat that could be coming down on her soon.

Fishing into the bag of food, Arwen pulled a couple of nuna jerky strips, holding one out to the Anooba who was waiting patiently.

She felt the smile tug at her lips as Bek didn’t waste time in beginning to chew on the meat. Lifting her own strip, Arwen peeled off a small piece before tossing it into her mouth. Her eyes rose to trace the skyline of Coruscant. Sometimes it looked alright… Right now it didn’t look too bad. The lights that covered the planet contrasted with the darkness of the sky; the lines of traffic were relatively calm; rush hour was long past. From her perch on the roof of a building she could see several notable structures, as well as multiple Republic cruisers in the distance.

The sight of one Republic cruiser in particular caught her eye as it departed from the cruiser staging area; a Venator-class star destroyer. The familiar rumble of the engines of the large ship made her chest tighten as she stared longingly after the vessel as it took off towards the atmosphere.

Drawing her eyes away, Arwen continued to pull at her jerky, putting a small bite-sized piece into her mouth. After giving a moment to consider it, she put the food away, having lost her appetite and pulled the satchel into her lap.

She felt the warm breath of Bek panting and looked up at him with an eyebrow raised.

“You had your share, mister.” The anooba only gave a small bark of protest before beginning his circles to lie down.

Opening the satchel, Arwen looked over the credits and tousled them a bit before nodding to herself. It was more than she really needed. Not nearly enough to get off world, but half of it had a home to go to.

“Looks like we’ll have to hitch a ride to Saleucami, bud.” Arwen looked down at Bek, who had since curled up in a ball beside her.

His head perked up at her words, ears standing at attention before his mouth fell open and he began panting again.

Scratching along the standing fur of his back, Arwen gave her companion some well-deserved attention for a few minutes before resting back against the sloped structure acting as her bed for the night. One thing from her training she didn’t take for granted- learning to sleep anywhere and everywhere.

The Anooda next to her stretched his legs out, giving a yawn that showed off all of his teeth, and absence of the large front tooth, before settling back down. She had found him early on when she arrived on Coruscant. She had come across him while on a job, the target had ties to the animal trade; but when she found Bek, it was obvious he’d been used for dog fighting. He’d had his front tooth removed, a vital defense mechanism against other predators. Since the job he’d followed her around ever since; disappearing at times when she had jobs, but popping up hours later just as happy to see her.

Adjusting her head where she laid, Arwen let her eyes gaze up towards the night sky. It was settled. She’d head off-word; get to the outer rim or at least away from the core words for a bit. She could head to Saleucami and meet up there with a friend before getting back to it.

The Next Day…

She’d been to countless establishments - too many - looking for work. She needed a big payout to get off-world and she needed it fast. She was getting desperate. She’d visited at least two dozen locations now, and dealers and contacts that usually had plenty of jobs were coming up empty, or with jobs with too little a payout.

There would be plenty of work in the outer rim, but getting there was the problem. Just hiring someone to get you there, in the middle of a war no less, was the problem. The only stipulation she had was how job offers would change the further from “civilized planets” she got; it would be harder to stay anonymous as a gun for hire out there. Regardless of that risk- she needed to get away from the Republic before they started tying her to any jobs. If they knew some of the jobs she’d taken out… One could just say she wouldn’t see the outside of a prison cell for the rest of her life.

Not that she took “bad” jobs. She had been relatively consistent in keeping her jobs focused on the vile and corrupt; it was her methods of dealing with those people that the authorities wouldn’t agree with. And her… history with the Republic Military wouldn’t help matters.

Coming to a slow stop outside of one of the last establishments she’d come to know, Arwen found her eyes meeting the sign above the building: One Round - just your average dicey bar, however like many of the businesses, there was always some morally grey business going on the side. Your average civilian would see the name of a bar like that and assume it meant one round of drinks, which it did. But in the criminal world, it also stood for one literal round, as in ammunition. She’d gotten some credible leads from the bartender that ran the establishment. Hopefully he had something.

Walking inside, Arwen was quick to notice it was quite busy; more so than she’d expect it to be for the late afternoon. Bek trotted along at her side as she made her way to the back of the room where she knew Ramic, the bartender, would be. He seemed to spot her in the sea of people before she even did, and he waved her over to one end of the bar that was less crowded.

“Corcer,” He gave her a small acknowledgement as she stepped up to the counter and leaned forward onto it, not bothering to take a seat.

“Ramic,” Arwen responded in return, watching as he went about cleaning several glasses that littered the back counter.

“You lookin for the usual? Cause I hate to tell ya this, but I-”

“Actually, I’m looking for something a bit- stronger,” Arwen chose her words carefully as she watched the bartender’s movement and shifting expression.

He seemed to process her statement for a moment before looking over towards her.

“Stronger eh?”

Corcer dipped her head in response, forearms supporting her weight on the bar counter as Bek seated himself near her feet, facing away from the bar and towards the crowd.

“... I might have something.” He seemed to be considering his words, his voice grew quieter. “It’s no easy feat I warn ya. Few others tried it, and it was a little too much for their tastes.”

Shifting her weight around so her hands could clasp in front of her while she leaned on the counter, Arwen thought quietly to herself.

Most likely a high risk job. That might come with heat. She needed to be careful. Accept the wrong job and she could be in serious trouble.

“Have any other details?” She tried.

He gives her a small shake of his head, setting a couple more glasses down behind the counter.

“Sorry, kid. That’s all I know.”

Arwen nodded in response, the movement turning into a head shake as she internally cursed herself.

“Haar'chak - I’ll give it a shot.”

Ramic seemed hesitant, brow knit and hesitant eyes searched her for a brief time before he finally nodded and gestured towards the door a ways away from the bar.

“Your man is back there.”

Arwen looked to him and then the door, seeing two guards. Standing up straight, she quickly tipped Ramic with what credits she had in her pocket before heading over. She didn’t miss the nod he gave to the guards, most likely a signal to her let pass.

They stepped aside and Arwen walked through the space and down a small hall. She’d never taken a job directly through One Round before. Usually Ramic would point her in the direction of work, but it never originated out of the bar. He owned the establishment; unless things had changed recently.

Coming to the end of the hall, Arwen stopped at the final door. The muffled sound of the music from the other room was still within hearing range, but quiet enough that there must be sound dampeners within the walls of the hall and possibly the doors as well. Not a good sign.

Arwen looked down at Bek, seeing the anooba looking at her expectantly.

“You ready?” She deadpanned, cocking an eyebrow.

The animal stepped back and forth between paws, something he did when excited before giving a small bark.

She breathed out sharply through her nose in amusement before nodding.

“At least someone is.” She mumbled to herself before pushing the control panel button for the door. It slid up with ease, and she quickly met the gazes of multiple individuals. The majority of them were human, however there was a Duros present, and a Rodian. Just by body language and appearance, she quickly picked out the potential client, and when her gaze landed on him expectantly, he seemed mildly impressed.

“If Ramic let you in, you must be fit for the job.” He evaluated her momentarily, gaze lingering on Bek for a moment before returning to her eyes.

“Care to enlighten me? Ramic was pretty sparse on the details.” Arwen cocked her head to the side lightly, taking a few steps into the room. Getting comfortable in her stance, she rested her hands on her belt.

“Forgive him on that account,” The man had his hands clasped as he took a seat adjacent to a desk, facing her. “The nature of this task demands a certain level of delicacy. We can’t just have the details flying around, I assume you understand this.”

He was rather pale in his complexion, dark hair and a somewhat square jaw. He had a strong but almost dainty build, dark eyes and hair shaven down low to his scalp; didn’t look like the type to handle dirty work himself, but certainty had the deep pockets to have someone else do so. He evoked a certain confidence, but also perniciousness; it wasn’t enough to make her uncomfortable, but certainly cautious. There was something off about this job, she could already feel it.

“Of course,” Arwen appeased him with the response, and he seemed somewhat delighted, but remained eerily at ease as he rose from his seat.

“I need explosives planted at a certain location. A few have attempted other locations of the like, however they haven’t yet had success.”

Arwen swallowed in an effort to prepare herself to speak. This wasn’t the kind of job she was looking for.

“Where would this location be?” She asked.

“Destabilization is the key.” He all but ignored her question and continued with his subtle monologue.

“Enough with the dramatics,” Arwen cut him off, causing him to slowly turn with a soured expression. “What is the job?” Her tone leaked with mild agitation, expression relaxed but set hard in a display of confident frustration.

His eyes fell to her boots, and to Bek for a moment before they rose once more and he pulled a hand-held holoprojector. Activating the device, a hologram of a location rose into the room. The space was dark enough that she could easily make out what was in front of her and she felt a cold sweat start to bead between her shoulder blades beneath her armor plating.

“That’s a Republic Military base.” She stated, looking the hologram over further despite not needing to second guess before turning her eyes to the client.

“Indeed it is,” He responded. “My superiors would like to see a blow struck to it. We need someone to go in and plant the devices in suitable locations; casualty high locations are preferred; barracks, mess halls, weapons depot... Locations that will shake the Republic's stability, and hurt its military power here on Coruscant; but most importantly, weaken the people’s faith in the Republic’s military might.”

Arwen was quickly thinking it over in her head as he spoke. No easy way out of this situation. If she turned the job down, it was very likely that they'd kill her right here. This could be a Separatist cell, it was a likely candidate. However it could also be a crime faction. Didn't seem Hutt related, although she couldn't eliminate that possibility.

Taking in a steady breath, Arwen pulled her eyes away from the projection to meet the eyes of the client.

Ramic, needless to say, was caught off guard when Arwen slumped down into one of the stools in front of the bar.

“Well, how’d it go?” He puffed out a hard breath with amusement before going to pour something into a glass.

“You could’ve given me a little insight into my lack of choice in this job once I entered that room, Ramic” She offered, gesturing back with a thumb over her shoulder.

He gave her a subtly apologetic look before setting the glass down in front of her. “Sorry, kid, but if I told people that, then they wouldn’t be interested.” He chuckled and Arwen couldn’t help but do the same, however it was more so from the nerves if anything.

“How’s it looking?” He leaned on the counter for a moment as Arwen took the glass and downed the drink rather quickly. He watched curiously before his brow knit and he pulled his lip tight. “That bad?”

“Worse. I’m not looking for that kinda heat; I get caught or this goes sideways and… It’s not looking great.” She tried to sum it up simply, but couldn’t really find the words. She still needed to process this herself, and also beat herself upside the head with something.

Finishing the glass of the alcoholic beverage, Arwen set it down and patted the counter.

“Thanks for the tip.” As playfully reluctant as her tone may have been, the man seemed apologetic.

“Good luck, kid.”

Arwen pulled out some more credits, covering both the drink but also the job tip before giving him a lazy two finger salute. Briefly looking down at Bek, she made her way out of the bar.

The client, who didn’t even provide a name, had given her a set of coordinates. Once there, she’d meet up with one of his associates who would provide her with the supplies she’d need to carry out the job.

As she walked the upper streets and walkways of Coruscant she finally came to the end of the road. She’d call an air taxi and get relatively close to where she needed to go. Her eyes catch the sign above a building and she quickly realizes where she is; she’d been walking so blindly and ended up in the last place she should be.

The weakening daylight did little to dull the sign that blinked in bright neon colors: 79s. She knew it was one of the clone tolerant bars, even before hearing a trooper mention it last night.

Feeling her back begin to tense, Arwen searched the skyline for incoming traffic, but found no air taxis in site.

“Great.” She muttered to herself. She could be here a while.

Her rifle disassembled and hidden away in the satchel she’d acquired, she blended in alright. No one was paying her too much mind thankfully.

The various sounds, including the humming and rumbling of ships and speeders in the sky, as well as the chatter around her and music coming from the bar was distracting, but not enough to put her completely on edge. If anything she felt exposed where she was, it was pretty open and being at the corner of the walkway waiting for an air taxi was something she didn’t enjoy doing.

Her ears perked slightly, picking out familiar voices in particular.

She cursed quietly through her teeth before glancing to her right, seeing several troopers a ways down the walk, huddled near the railing of the walkway. A woman was cozying up to one of them.

Her interest perked, Arwen allowed herself to watch quietly as the woman let her hands glide along the torso and chest plating of the trooper who looked especially nervous but equally exhilarated as the troopers around him seemed increasingly amused by the event unfolding.

Arwen couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips before she forced herself to look away with a slight shake of her head. It was innocent enough.

A couple moments passed, and Arwen felt a nagging feeling tugging at her to look again. Finally giving into the temptation, she spared a glance towards the troopers and the woman, only to have her eyebrows jump in surprise.

She watched as the woman slipped a hand into one of the pockets of the trooper’s belt while he was distracted, snatching a few credits.

Arwen felt her lips part in disarray and astonishment. As if those men had anything to begin with, you've got pickpockets preying on them now.

The woman coddled him a little more before walking away in Corcer’s direction.

“Unfortunate,” Arwen muttered before adjusting the grip she had on her belt buckle. Taking a small step back, Arwen waited until the woman was close enough before smoothly and intentionally taking a wide step, tripping the woman and causing her to fall and the credits to go flying.

The woman let out a startled cry as she landed awkwardly on her stomach, hands splayed out towards where the credits fell out of her reach.

Arwen took several steps around the woman and picked up the scattered credits. People in the vicinity had noticed and the woman went to snap at Arwen once she got to her feet, but backed off once she got a better look. While Arwen was being rather discreet in her clothing, she still looked like a hired gun. That was for sure.

Bek growled at her side, catching the woman’s attention as she seemed infuriated, quickly disappeared into the crowd, hands balled in fists. Rolling the credits around in her palm, Arwen hesitated a moment before taking a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

“How much did you have on you?” She turned, walking towards the troopers who still wore expressions of surprise.

“What?” One asked, familiar brown eyes wide. He was the one the woman was getting handsy with.

“Credits,” She reaffirmed. “How much did you have on you?” She tossed them lightly in her hand.

“Um,” He swallowed and stuttered a bit further, subconsciously going for his pocket before he swallowed, trying to recall as his comrades looked on with amusement.

Arwen took the moment the soldier was processing his thoughts to look him over. He looked so young. He must be pretty fresh off Kamino; the troopers with him looked about the same.

“Here,” She took the opportunity of him being distracted to lightly grab his wrist and push the handful of credits into his hand. It was probably three or four times as much as he originally had on him. “Watch those pockets, boys, alright?” She warned, a little taken off guard by the warmth in her own voice before she turned to leave.

“Th-Thanks,” The statement was called after her. “Don’t tell the Sarg.” The second statement came quieter and Arwen smiled.

“When we get back to base you’re gonna-”

The smile fell away and Arwen drew her attention off of the soldiers. The base… right. The one she was about to…

She walked for a while back the way she had come before finally grabbing an air taxi. After briefly squabbling with the driver over Bek’s presence, she finally got the Sullustan to take her where she needed to go. By the time she arrived at the destination, it was around sunset, and she met the associate on the roof of a building at the edge of the newly added Military district. The Republic’s main military base was within view; still under construction. It wasn’t the target she was being hired to hit. There were other military bases in the area.

The Quarren seemed curious regarding her, or maybe surprised.

He chuckled as he handed over a large cloth bag full of the ordnance she’d need.

“Good luck,” He muttered before walking away.

Arwen felt somewhat sick as she held the bag strap in an iron grip before looking over her shoulder as the being left.

“Take as long as you need. But it shouldn’t take more than a few days tops.”

She clenched her jaw before reluctantly returning her gaze to the Coruscant skyline ahead, towards one of the GAR bases that was in view, but much farther than the base currently under construction.

She gritted her teeth briefly before shaking her head, letting her voice slip out in a whisper. “What are you doing?”

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⋇⋆✦ Veman'alor Masterlist ✦⋆⋇

I am finally putting all the chapters in one place and writing little summaries for them. I will be linking this Series Masterlist on all the chapters as well!

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✦ Veman'alor ✦ composit noun, Mando'a: "true or rightful leader"

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Boba Fett has taken over Jabba's palace and the rule of the former Huttese criminal empire. He hires a mechanic to look after his cherished ship, and suddenly, she is much more to him than just a mechanic...

last updated 28.Nov.2022

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This work in its entirety is NSFW/18+. Minors, please do not interact with this work or my blog.

General Warnings: age difference (older Boba), Dom/sub dynamics (Dom Boba), size kink, praise, degradation (towards reader), possessive!Boba, loads of dirty talk, oral sex, PiV sex Specific Warnings can be found at the beginning of each Chapter!

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Chapter 1: Arrivals, Beginnings 5.7k Boba Fett hires you as a live-in mechanic. You get to know him better as he instructs you on how to care for his ship and suddenly, your feelings are all over the place.

Chapter 2: Discoveries, Reactions4k Boba catches you in a compromising position- but he does not exactly react the way you expect him to. Filth ensues.

Chapter 3: Explorations, Experiments 3.2k Punishments and rewards are dealt out. Boba tests out the limits of what you are willing to do with him, for him.

Chapter 4: Teases, Acquisitions 4.2k You get started on augmentations and improvements to Slave I. Boba invites you to a dinner with some mysterious visitors and you go on a little shopping spree in Mos Espa to get a dress.

Chapter 5: Visitors, Dinners 5.1k The dinner begins. You meet Kuat of Kuat, the man responsible fo the customisation of Slave I - and Boba gets jealous.

Chapter 6: Negotiations, Plans 4.6k Negotiations with Kuat go well, but Boba is not amused by you making plans without him. You help him relax in the throne room once your guests are gone, but are caught by a surprise visitor - a man in silver armour.

Chapter 7: Newcomers, Spectators 6.2k Boba comes by to discuss your plans of reinstating the Boonta Eve Classic and gets more conversation than he bargained for. You properly meet Mando and learn you are supposed to help him find a new ship. Boba has to leave the planet and you let him take his anger out on you.

Chapter 8: Mornings, Conversations 5.4k You talk to Fennec about your mysterious visitor. While Boba is gone, you do your research for Boonta Eve and get started looking for a ship for the Mandalorian. Boba returns and there is finally time to properly communicate.

Chapter 9: Lovers, Repairs7k Boba plays with the thought of inviting Mando to your bed. You help Boba get dressed in sweet domesticity and call Kuat for help in the search for Mando's ship. The Mandalorian watches you work and you get to know him a little better. Boba is not pleased things are developing between Din and you without his supervision.

Chapter 10: Invitations, Additions 4.6k Boba lets you sit on his cock while you talk some things through. The next day, Din helps you with repairs to Slave I. You invite him to join you and Boba that night.

Chapter 11: Helmets, Kisses 6.7k Din accepts your proposal. Boba stakes his claim over you and Din becomes more involved than originally planned.

Chapter 12: Friends, Drinks7k Healthy communication about the whole situation happens - Boba is not sure how he feels about adding Din to the mix. When you wake up, he and Din have gone on a mission and Fennec has returned to keep an eye on you. The two of you bond over drinks. Kuat calls to let you know he has found a ship for Din.

Chapter 13: Memories, Stories 6.5k Boba returns that night and sleeps over - his mouth on you a pleasant surprise in the morning. Fennec leaves and you realise Boba has not brought Din back with him. Boba takes you up to his rooms for the first time and tells you he has negotiated for a Boonta Eve race course with the Tuskens and Din has stayed behind with them.

Chapter 14: Helpers, Leaders 6.1k You find out just how much Boba is still suffering from his time inside the Sarlacc pit and he lets you take care of him. Comfort turns filthy and the aftercare is oh so sweet. Boba teaches you some Mando'a.

Chapter 15: Realisations, Confessions 6.9k Din returns from his time with the Tuskens and you tell him about the possible ship at Kuat Drive Yards. You have a heart to heart about Din's son and your feelings for Boba and you realise something. Boba takes you to the old arena to show you the new Boonta Eve race course and you can't hold your tongue.

Chapter 16: Marks, Reminders 7.6k After your confession and Boba's answer, you both decide to invite Din back for another round. You tell Boba you want to go to Kuat Drive Yards with Din to inspect the potential ship. You fix up the Slave I so you can leave for Kuat, Boba promising to teach you how to fly her. He makes sure Din won't forget who you belong to.

Chapter 17: Adventures, Excitements8k Din joins you and Boba, pure filth ensues. The boys have a talk.

Chapter 18: Boredoms, Trips 8.1k You decide to tease Boba. Fennec returns and the two of you go to Mos Espa to shop for your trip to KDY. You mingle with Boba's guests at court until Boba finally snaps.

Chapter 19: Lessons, Presents6k Boba returns your teasing. When court closes, you head out for a flying lesson with him and Din. Boba opens up about his feelings and gives you a gift.

Chapter 20: Miscommunications, Revelations 5.5k You have a talk with Boba before you leave, but some things are left unsaid - at least in Basic. Din accidentally reveals a miscommunication.

Chapter 21: Journeys, Unveilings 7.3k You fault Din for the accidental revelation and things get ugly before they get better.

Chapter 22: Deceptions, Threats 8.7k You finally see the Yards. Kuat is a gracious host, but you can't shake the feeling that something is off - and neither can Din.

Chapter 23: Reunions, Goodbyes 5.3k You return home, but not everyone intends to stay, and some... guests... are unwelcome.

Chapter 24: Talks, Renewals 5.8k Fennec is a wonderfully supportive friend. Some things are finally cleared up between you and Boba.

Chapter 25: Feelings, Forevers 4k Softness and feelings and truly coming back home, in many senses.

Chapter 26 [coming]

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༒• Neyo's Masterlist •༒

So I've decided to start a Masterlist, just to keep things on the tidy side of the galaxy.

Blog Guide ✧ My AO3

Requests are closed.

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Kyreya

Commission by pinkiemme

Commission by sar-arts

Beautiful Art by Leo

Eya headshot and sketchpage by maygalodon

Eya at 79’s by crowbafett

Character Sheet for Eya

Ask Collection

Artwork for Eya’s best friend, CT Kad

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Ep. I: Meeting the Captain (Eya and Storm)

Ep. II: Closing Time (Eya and Raia and Marilys)

Ep. III: Soft Mornings (Eya x Marilys) - Explicit!

Ep. IV: The Fight (Eya vs. Brutus) - Explicit for GORE!

Ep. V: The Way You Taste (Eya x reader) - SUPER FUCKIN EXPLICIT

Ep. VI: Vode darasuum (Eya and Kad)

Ep. VII: A Mandalorian, a Clonetrooper, and a Smuggler Walk into a Bar... (Eya and Minnie and Kad)

Ep. VIII: Home in Dreams (Eya and Jaster)

Ep. IX: Ca'vod (Eya and the Nightsister)

Minretesh

Artwork for Minnie

MINNIE!!! by cala

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Artwork for Minnie's first mate - Hanto

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Above the Skies - Chapter 1

Above the Skies - Chapter 2

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Oneshots sorted by Character various characters x reader

Link to my Request Masterlist various characters x reader

List of NSFW HC ficlet asks various characters x f!reader

Ficlet Collection various characters x reader

Dividers I

Dividers II

Poetry: Nuhoy'laar (Sleep Song) A Mando'a lullaby I came up with

Poetry: At'akaan ('To War') A Mando'a war song I composed

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✧⭒・ Liberation ・⭒✧ [WIP]

Elia Kane x f!reader

It's not a coincidence that you meet Elia Kane. But everything after that doesn't exactly go according to plan.

Chapter 1: The Fall (3.7k)

Chapter 2: The Temptation (3.7k)

Chapter 3: The Paradise (5.4k)

Chapter 4: The Sinner (7.6k)

Chapter 5: The Mercy (7.8k)

Chapter 6 [being written]

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Boba Fett x Reader

Boba hires you to be a live-in mechanic after taking over the throne of Tatooine. Soon, mechanics are not the only thing he keeps you around for...

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✧⋄ Mirde be Mand'alor Masterlist ⋄✧ [WIP]

Din Djarin x Reader, Boba Fett x Reader, Din x Reader x Boba Companion piece for Veman'alor from Din's POV.

Din Djarin arrives at Boba Fett's palace without a son and instead with a responsibility he is not sure he is ready for. Things take a turn when he meets Boba's riduur - and finds out that under certain circumstances, Boba is willing to share.

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October Thots 2021 [Completed]

A collection of drabbles from way back when. Character depends on the fic, mostly clone troopers, my favourite bounty hunters and Mandalorians.

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꧁༻ Ad'ika Masterlist ༺꧂ [Completed]

Wrecker (TBB) x Reader Wrecker stumbles across you on Kamino and the two of you develop a relationship. Mostly smut, some semblance of plot for the soft feelings.

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Follower Celebrations

350 Followers ❥ Celebration Post ❥ Celebration Masterlist

700 Followers ❥ A Loveletter to Creators

1k Followers ❥ Celebration Announcement

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Projects on Hiatus

Vode Haran (Biker!Boba AU)

Cat're Shal 79's

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꧁༻ Ad'ika Masterlist ༺꧂

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Fic Summary: Wrecker (TBB) x f!reader

Wrecker stumbles across you on Kamino and the two of you develop a relationship. This is mostly smut, fuelled by my desire to be held by a big wonderful himbo who will treat me right - there is some semblance of plot though in between to contain my feelings.

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This work in its entirety is NSFW/18+. Minors, please do not interact with this work or my blog.

General Warnings: size kink, sweetness and feelings, PiV sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), voyeurism (accidental and intentional)

Please also heed the more specific tags at the beginning of each Chapter!

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Chapter 1: Working out well 3.2k Wrecker finds you working out in the Bad Batch's gym rooms. Sweet opening banter ensues.

Chapter 2: Star Gazing 2.6k You are caught in a compromising position under the shower. After talking it through, Wrecker decides to join you.

Chapter 3: A Feast for the Gods 2.8k You ask to return the favour. After some anxiety, Wreck starts to let loose.

Chapter 4: Exquisite Preparations 2.5k Wrecker takes you back to his rooms to prepare you for the real thing.

Chapter 5: Endings Beginnings 2.8k Sweet fluffy filth. A surprise guest shows up.

Chapter 6: The Ruffian on the Stairs 4.5k Your guest may be a surprise, though as you quickly establish, not an unwelcome one. So, Wrecker and you get an audience.

Chapter 7: Far, Far Away 3.4k Wreck is away on a mission and calls you to alleviate the pain of being apart.

Chapter 8: Is This Seat Taken? 3.5k You return from a mission with the legion you are assigned to and Wrecker is waiting for you.

Chapter 9: Ner ad'ika 4.5k You take advantage of being back on Kamino at the same time. Filthy sweetness and a happy ending for these two.

#galas masterlist #galactic graffiti masterlist #adika #adika masterlist #wrecker the bad batch #wrecker #wrecker x reader #wrecker x you #wrecker x you x hunter #wrecker tbb #tbb fanfic #nsft

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༒•FC350 Masterlist•༒

Tiny collection of my 350 Follower celebration! NSFW drabbles are marked in Red.

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❥ Soft comfort with Fives

❥ Orgasm denial with Fennec and Boba

❥ Gentle yearning with Fox

❥ Rough worried sex with Kix

❥ Heavy Jango-related Boba Angst

❥ Reverse Armour Strip with Fives

❥ Loth cat domesticity with Boba

❥ Cody shaving Rex's hair

❥ Funishment with Boba

❥ Softness with Fennec (super light NSFW)

❥ Oral/Degradation with Crosshair

❥ Rimming with Cody x m!reader

❥ Greek Mythology/Hades AU with Boba

❥ Soft Body Worship with Echo

❥ Overprotective Dad!Boba with spice runner!Poe x reader

❥ Coming out to Rex

❥ Softness with Boba

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Taglist - heed each pairing and the warnings of the individual ficlets. I'm tagging everybody here so you don't get like 15 separate notifications. @ethenae @adancedivasmom @kakashibabe02 @kik51199 @dream-alittlebiggerdarling @asaucecoveredsomething @book-of-baba-fett @mando-amando @gotomarvelgal @muffledgorillaviolence @goddessofsprings @elegantduckturtle @samanthacookieone @imalovernotahater @thefact0rygirl @msfett @ashotofspotchka @general-h-syndulla @hayley-the-comet @ladykatakuri @deewithani @meabravo @fivesarctrooper @rowansparrow @ahsoka1 @sithdjarins @spacehooters @perpetual-fangirl900 @clonecyare @pinkiemme @echoskama @maygalodon @rintheemolion @stardust-galaxies

#galas follower celebration #fives x reader #boba x reader x fennec #commander fox x reader #kix x reader #clone culture #fennec shand x reader #crosshair x reader #cody x reader #echo x reader #poe dameron x reader #captain rex x reader #galactic graffiti masterlist

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✤٠⋅Gala's Request Masterlist ⋅٠✤

I want to put all my requests in one place so if you sent one in, you can regularly check if yours has been answered yet!

If you sent in a regular request, it will be tagged with #galas requests If you sent in an anon request, I will also tag that with #nonnie request, because you don't get a notification when it is answered.

It may take me a while to get through them all because I am always working on my non-request stuff as well. If I do not straightup decline your request though, I am just waiting for the free time and inspiration to write it, I promise! You can check under #request denied if - well, if your request has been denied.

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last updated 14.feb.2022

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❈ Boba Fett ❈

Hunter/Prey with Boba (request) You have a fantasy. Boba indulges you. Or: a very long and filthy exposition. (2.6k)

Boba and tiddy worship (request) Boba just really, really likes your tits (2k)

Super soft Boba thoughts (request) Boba accidentally makes you flinch and comforts you (600w)

More soft gentle Boba thoughts (request) Just gentle fluff. That's all this is. (1.5k)

Very angsty Boba drabble (request) Boba is full of self-doubt. He thinks of his father, of his legacy (800w)

Boba finds out you can sing (request) Softness. Singing in the throne room (800w)

The softest thing Boba does in a relationship HCs (request) Quick soft bulleted list. I'm not crying, you're crying (440w)

Bob'ika's very first kiss (request) Short and sweet.

Boba's SO brings home dangerous animals (request) Tiny little drabble

Boba Angst with a soft ending (request) Boba and you fight. It gets ugly before it gets better (1.3k)

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❈ Din Djarin ❈

Din makes you watch your reflection in his armour while he fucks you (request) Shiny. Man. (1.3k)

Din comforts you at the medic's (request) Daddy!Din is too fucking delicious not to work it in there (1.8k)

More Daddy!Din (request) Din finds out about your daddy kink (1.4k)

Even more Daddy!Din (request) You have a lot of pent up tension while Din is on a hunt and accidentally call him 'Daddy' on the comm (1.9k)

Daddy!Din catches you masturbating (request) Din is away. You get impatient. (2.2k)

Daddy!Din hurt/comfort v mildly nsfw (request) Din cares for you and comforts you when you get hurt (1k)

Daddy!Din buys you a vibrator (request) Exactly what it sounds like. Add some extra spice and soft aftercare, too, for good measure. (3.4k)

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❈ Commander Wolffe ❈

A soft Wolffe thought (request) You struggle and Wolffe helps you put in eyedrops (1.2k)

Wolffe visits you at 79's (request but not really) You are a dancer at 79's. The Commander is planetside. What else is there to say? (1.5k)

Rebels!Wolffe joins Rebels!Rex (request) My two favourite troopers and a whole lot of filth (7.6k)

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❈ Captain Rex ❈

Rex and dancer!reader at 79's with Cody (request) Rex has a private room... and Cody is just here to watch. For now. (1.4k)

Rebels!Rex and his delicious beard (request) Rex needs some convincing that he's not too old for you. But once that convincing sinks it... whew. (3.8k)

First time with Rex (request) Well. Could there be any better choice than the Captain for your first time? (2.1k)

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❈ Clone Troopers ❈

Kix cares for you when you get a cold (request) Kix would be such a sweetheart when you get whiny from a cold (400w)

Panic attack with Crosshair (request) You have a panic attack. Crosshair is not exactly a friend, but... he helps (650w)

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❈ Others ❈

Fennec on spice (request) Fennec x reader You and Fennec have some of the good spice. The feelings that follow the filth are unexpected but not unwelcome. (3.6k)

Fluffy filth with Fennec (request) Fennec Shand x reader You and Fennec go on a getaway together, but she is called away for a job. When she returns, you make up for lost time (4.1k)

And it did (unspecified request) General Leia Organa x gn!reader Soft yearning with General-era Leia because I'm soft and my mind screamed Leia when I read 'happy ending' (890w)

#galactic graffiti masterlist #galas masterlist #galas requests #boba fett x reader #din djarin x reader #commander wolffe x reader #captain rex x reader #kix x reader #leia organa x reader #rex x reader x wolffe

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»»———- Public Stunts ———-««

!!! NSFW/18+ !!!

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 4.3k CW: Semi-Public Sex, Vibrator (Remote Controlled), Public Teasing, slight praise kink (i have nothing to say for myself), dirty talk, vaginal fingering, tech loves tits, mohawk tech reigns supreme in this household, implied bisexual reader, public masturbation (i guess? kinda?)

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You’re sitting across from Tech, squished between Hunter and Wrecker on either side of you. Echo has opted to stay with the ship, while Crosshair is leaning at the bar, flirting with a tall dark and handsome stranger.

You scoff quietly at the sight of him, he’s pulling all the registers; even discarded the toothpick and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’s smiling at the stranger’s compliment. He’s never been particularly nice to you, even though you’ve been with the boys for a while now.

A sudden sensation brings you back to the here and now, your knee jerking and hitting the table. Cursing, you clench your teeth and press your legs together. You whip your head around to look back at Tech, who’s smiling at you, a picture of innocence, his goggles pushed up and resting on his forehead while he sips a glass of Alderaanian wine, one of the few guilty pleasures he allows himself. Well, that and…

„Tech,“ you hiss through your teeth.

„Yes, darling?“ he says, in the most debonaire and amicable tone you’ve ever heard. You think only you might be able to hear the slight edge of excitement. You press your lips together, this is a risky business even when you’re not sitting right next to Hunter. You’re not at all worried about Wrecker, who keeps shovelling food – „actual food!“ as he had excitedly specified – into his mouth with his large hands. But Hunter…

Hunter might be able to feel the vibrations inside your dripping wet pussy.

****

It had started, as it so often did, with a careless comment Tech had made, not thinking anyone was listening to him, something about the vibroblades Hunter carried and their many uses. Later that night, Tech’s face buried between your thighs in the room you two shared, you’d thought about that comment as your climax washed over you, and the thought just hadn’t let you go.

„Tech?“ you asked, your voice sleepy, his face resting between the valley of your tits, him equally exhausted from your earlier adventures.

„What is it, cyar’ika?“

„About those… those many uses of vibroblades…“

That had picqued his interest; he was suddenly feeling very much awake again. Together, the two of you had done some quick research and come up with a less potentially harmful alternative: vibro-pearls. Tech did love his toys, not only scientific ones, but also to try out on you. Unlike most people – well, men specifically – you’d been with before, he didn’t mind at all, instead building his collection around you and your preferences, taking delight in the pleasure he could bring you by tweaking some of the technologies.

When you’d all stopped on Coruscant for a night at 79’s, you had snuck off to an adult store to get the vibro-pearls the two of you had decided on, while he kept his brothers company. The others somewhat knew about your relationship – that was just unavoidable when sharing a ship – but they did not need to know the kinky details. In your opinion, at least.

You’d been so excited to try out your new toy, but then a mission had come in, and you’d all been kept busy. You had stuffed the vibro-pearls into the drawer that Tech had designated for your toys and kind of forgotten about them.

Until tonight. The six of you – actually, five of you, because Echo had said from the start that he wasn’t in the mood – had planned a relaxed night out, getting some dinner, maybe drinks. Nothing too catastrophic could happen because tomorrow you had to report back for duty on Kamino. You’d all gotten ready in each of your ways, the boys digging up some civilian clothes from Maker knew where, you thinking of that one deep red velvet dress you’d splurged on some months ago when you were on leave and visiting friends on Naboo. The planet was known for their fine craftsmanship, and when you’d seen the dress you just had to have it. It was exactly the colour of the Bad Batches armour accents, made of crushed velvet with embroidered details. It hit about mid-thigh, not too scandalous but also not entirely innocent, hugging you ass tightly, the high collar not exposing any skin but baring your curves nonetheless.

While you had put on the dress, Tech had walked in, pausing to admire your naked form. You could quite literally see the cogs turning inside his genius brain, and without a word, he’d opened the drawer, dug up the vibro-pearls and held them out to you on his open palm.

„Not… not now, surely?“ you’d asked, but secretly hoped he would insist.

„Yes. Now, sweetheart. I want to go out with you, knowing you’re wearing my pearls, knowing I can make you feel it throughout the entire evening. Knowing that I can make you so desperate and once we’re back here on the ship, I’ll get to fuck you, only me, no one else.“

His words, mixed with his accent that sounded so different from his vode, sent a chill of pleasure down your spine. Once Tech had a plan, there was little chance of convincing him to change it – and this time, you didn’t even want to.

„Pull up your dress, sweetheart,“ he said and you obliged immediately, the thought of carrying the pearls inside you for the whole night waking a slumbering arousal in you. They had come with a handy set of instructions and some codes to include controls into a vambrace. Tech, of course, had modified them a bit and apparently – though you had no idea when – had programmed them into his vambrace. It wasn’t the one he usually wore, the one that was part of the armour. This one was smaller, less conspicuous, more like a broad armring that also held his communicator and, as he’d explained on the way over to the restaurant, a remote control for the Havoc Marauder.

You’d been so excited when he‘d instructed you to lift up your dress you could barely contain a nervous giggle. He’d looked at you sternly and you’d clapped a hand over your mouth.

„Do you want this, darling?“ he’d asked, already kneeling before you. „If you don’t, I won’t ask again. But if you do, I need you to tell me that you want it.“

His voice was a shade deeper than usual, the t’s a bit less sharp, the slight unsteadiness your only indicator he was even half as curious about this as you were.

„I do,“ you’d answered breathlessly, feeling wetness pool between your thighs at the mere thought of it. „I want this, Tech, I want this so bad. Just promise me… promise me you won’t give in, not unless I explicitly ask you to. I may beg, maybe even… get snappy. I want to say sorry in advance, but… I want…“

You trailed off, not sure how to put it into words.

„You want me to push you to the edge?“ he suggested, matter-of-factly. „Make you almost come, again and again and again until you’re begging me for it?“

„Yes,“ you breathed, „yes, exactly that.“

How he stayed so calm during exchanges like this was beyond you, you were already so worked up at the mere thought of it.

His hand snuck between your legs, pushing your flimsy underwear to the side and dipping his fingers into your heat.

„Oh, cyar’ika,“ he said, sounding half in awe and half amused, „you’re already so wet, sweetheart. Just from talking about this?“

You just nodded, relishing in the feeling of his nimble fingers gliding through you, spreading your slick.

„Lay back on the bed for me,“ he instructed and you did so eagerly, sitting down and laying back, your legs spread wide.

„You look so pretty like this,“ he’d said, his eyes glued on your glistening cunt. „One day, you’ll have to let me record you.“

You’d almost choked at the comment, your walls fluttering when you’d thought about what this would mean to him. You’d let him do it, you knew that. But you didn’t say Yes quite yet. Maybe… maybe some day.

Tech stood between your legs, bending forward to plant a chaste kiss on your forehead before dangling the pearls above your face.

„Suck,“ he commanded, and you opened your mouth and felt the pearls slide along your tongue. It was just two of them for now, the Togrutan lady in the shop telling you the string was extendible basically indefinitely, even with varying sizes of spheres. But you’d thought two were enough to start.

„Good girl,“ Tech praised you, pulling the wet pearls from your mouth and kneeling once more. He carefully pushed them inside you, your legs twitching at the slight intrusion. You clenched your lower muscles, hearing Tech murmur some indistinct praises when the pearls were fully seated inside you.

„Stand up, sweetheart,“ he said, and you followed his orders, swaying slightly when you felt the little spheres inside you slide against your walls, the weight slightly pulling in an unexpected and unfamiliar way.

„Fuck,“ you hissed, and then suddenly, your curses had turned into a low moan when Tech pressed some buttons on his vambrace.

„They seem to be working,“ he informed you earnestly before turning them off again, and you had to resist the urge to laugh.

„I know, I could… I could feel that,“ you said.

He’d smiled at you sweetly.

„Come on, darling. The others must be waiting for us.“

You’d taken the arm he offered, and left the Havoc Marauder, adjusting with each step to the feeling of the pearls moving inside you. You were kind of glad you wouldn’t need to walk too far, but you also couldn’t wait for this night.

****

That was how you ended up in your current situation, miserably stuck between two broad-shouldered men, more turned on than you’ve ever been in your entire life.

Tech is still looking at you, and you realise you never answered his enquiry.

„I was just,“ you inhale sharply when the vibrations inside you come to life again, just for a second, „just wondering if… I could try some of your wine?“

„Of course, darling,“ he says and pushes the glass over towards you.

You glance to the side, and Hunter is looking at you strangely.

„Are you… is something wrong?“ he asks, his voice sounding a little confused. „I thought I felt something… uh, nevermind, it was probably nothing.“

He still looks suspicious, but then Wrecker leans over to him behind your back and engulfs him in a – very one-sided – conversation about explosives. You stare down at the wineglass in your hand, trying to control yourself.

But when Tech turns on the vibration again, your heart seems to want to leave your chest and for a second, you think you may faint. Then a hand closes around your knee. It can’t be Tech’s, he’s still sitting across from you, silently watching your facial expressions. You wager a glance down and, of course, it’s Hunter’s hand, gripping your knee with white knuckles as his eyes burn into yours. You can read the unspoken question in them, What are you doing? but you don’t know how to answer, so you just throw Tech a pleading look.

Instead of turning the pearls off, though, he ups the vibrations and you need all your remaining brainpower not to cry out. Hunter’s intent gaze never leaves you, the hand on your knee clutching even tighter. He can probably feel the vibration resonate through my body, you think and for some inexplicable reason, that thought sears itself into your brain. You knew this was a fucking bad idea, but not once did Hunter’s enhanced senses come to your stupid, stupid fucking brain before you sat down next to him. Tech! Tech must have known, he is far too smart to have forgotten about this, unlike you.

The hand on your knee suddenly unclasps.

„I need to leave.“ You could swear Hunter’s voice sounds even huskier than usual, cutting off Wrecker mid-sentence in his ravings about proton torpedoes. Wrecker looks mildly confused, but just shrugs and empties his drink.

„Think I’ll come with you,“ he says, „I’ve had enough food to last me… well, probably not long, but I think if I can get some sleep in while you all are still out I’ll do that. Been a long time since the ship has been this empty.“

He winks at you.

„Not that I’m mad about havin‘ some pretty company.“

You smile at him and wave gleefully, ignoring the spheres in your lower half as best as you can even though they seem to want to burn a hole through your skin.

„See you later,“ Hunter presses out before storming off, Wrecker lagging behind him, his broad frame bumping into some people on his way out and airily apologising.

That leaves just you and Tech at the table. He doesn’t look at you, apparently engrossed in some article or another on his holopad, but you can tell that his hands are gripping the edges of the pad too tightly, you can tell his eyes aren’t really focused on anything.

„Tech,“ you hiss out and he looks up, acting as if he’d forgotten you are there.

„Yes, love?“

„Turn. it. down.“

You meant to sound commanding, but it comes out in desperate little gasps instead, your hips moving in an involuntary rhythm , grinding down against the soft leather of the seat.

„Ask like a good girl, maybe I’ll be nice,“ Tech says, a mischievous little grin tugging on the corner of his mouth.

„Fuck,“ you groan out, your muscles contracting when you shift and feel the weight of the pearls move inside you. „Please, Tech, please turn it down, I’ll be so good for you, I’ll be so quiet. You can fuck me in the bathroom, just please… please make it stop, I-“

You exhale in relief when his hand moves to his vambrace. He pauses, looking at you in scrutiny, then presses a button and… kicks it up another notch.

You moan loudly, then quickly clap a hand over your head when a passing patron raises an eyebrow at you. Your eyes want to fill with tears of frustration, but you will them down. Wanting to say something to Tech, quietly shout at him, you start to open your mouth but immediately clench your teeth shut when another wave of arousal hits you. Tech leans forward, adjusts his goggles and fixates you with unblinking eyes.

„Look at you, darling. I bet you’re dripping wet, aren’t you? Soaking through your underwear?“

You whimper quietly and nod.

„Well, all right then, I will show some mercy,“ he sighs and taps some buttons.

The vibrations don’t stop entirely but become much softer and with longer pauses. You let out a breath, not daring to talk back at him. You’d known the rules when you agreed to this, the two of you had set them together. As long as you don’t use the safeword, Tech is free to do as he pleases.

The waitress droid stops by your table to ask if you need anything else. Tech orders another glass of wine, you decide to go for a cocktail that sounds like it’s made of 99% sugar. Tech scolds you for it, but he doesn’t turn up the vibrations again to punish you.

You spend some time like this, the vibro-pearls shifting with each of your movements, keeping the fire in your belly on a simmer. You’re never not aware that they’re there, but it’s not excruciating, not overwhelming. It’s frustrating though, so much that you’re desperate for some distraction. So you ask Tech some questions about this planet, its habitants, about the Havoc Maurauder and its inner workings. He answers with angelic patience, detailling every little thing he can think of. You love his brilliant mind, you could listen to him talk forever.

Then, someone taps you on the shoulder.

„Sorry to interrupt.“ It’s a pretty Pantoran woman, smiling down at you. „I was… watching you from over there and I…“

Oh fuck, does she know?

„…I was wondering if you’d like to dance with me?“

Oh. Oh. You smile at her, flattered that she seems to find you attractive. She is beautiful and you wouldn’t hesitate to dance with her usually, but… today are extraordinary circumstances. You glance at Tech who gives you the slightest of nods. You think you’ll probably regret this, but it’s so much fun to tease him… although, today you may just blast yourself in the leg with this one. She’s still looking at you, lashes framing her wide eyes that are focused on you.

„I’d love to!“ you answer, throwing all caution to the wind.

She leads you to the dance floor, her soft hand in yours. The weight of the pearls inside you never leaves your mind, although you’ve almost gotten used to the soft pulses they’re sending through your body. You’re uncomfortably wet, but don’t want to excuse yourself to go to the bathroom.

She yells her name at you and you yell yours back, she loops her arms around your shoulders and you enjoy feeling so wanted. Then, the vibrations between your thighs grow stronger, more rapid. You feel yourself clench around the pearls, wetness flooding your already dripping pussy. Carefully you angle yourself in a way that you can look at Tech, who has turned around in the both, presenting the newly shaved side of his haircut and looks at you with an unwavering gaze, his hand playing with the controls of his vambrace.

You shiver, your movement thankfully covering the reaction. When you take a step to the side, you feel yourself leaking through your underwear, some slick sticking between your thighs. You need to go, now.

You shout some half-arsed excuse to the Pantoran lady who shrugs and smiles, then make your way over to Tech, who is watching it all play out before his eyes, exactly the way he’d designed it.

„Fresher. Now.“ you grind out and drag him with you, the pulses of the pearls growing stronger still. Tech’s free hand rests on your hip as you walk in front of him, occasionally dipping down ever so slightly to rest on the hills of your ass as it moves with your steps.

The freshers, thankfully, are individual, tiled rooms, designed to be as gender- and species-neutral as possible. Never have you been more grateful, although you think you might not have cared at this point if Tech had fucked you in front of the whole bar.

When the door shuts behind you, within seconds, his tall slender frame crowds you into the wall, his hands rucking up your dress and sliding between your legs.

„Oh, you’re dripping, darling,“ he says, his sweet voice a stark contrast to his dirty words, „you couldn’t wait to drag me in here, could you? So eager… We’ll have to do something about that. Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.“

Your heart is pounding so quickly that you feel like it’s gonna explode. Your head can’t conceive coherent thoughts anymore and you feel ready to burst even before he touches you. Slick is gathering between your thighs and you press them together to keep it from dripping down.

„None of that, now,“ Tech scolds and wedges his foot between yours, keeping your legs apart for his nimble fingers to come between your legs, tracing gently over your cunt. „Sweet girl… you didn’t even think about Hunter until you were sitting next to him, did you? Too distracted by the thought of being pleasured in public, nothing you can do about it, letting me control you like that… you sweet creature, I- I almost wanted to make you come right then and there, right next to Hunter. I don’t think Wrecker would have even noticed, you can be so quiet if you really try, but Hunter? Oh, he would’ve smelled it, you dirty girl, you would’ve liked that, wouldn’t you?“

His fingers dip into your pussy, rubbing gentle circle over your clit, gliding further back until they nudge against the string of the pearls. They’re vibrating at a steady and fast paced rhythm, every other pulse a little stronger. Your walls flutter around the spheres as Tech carefully pushes one finger inside you alongside them.

„It’s a good thing you’re so tight, darling,“ he remarks casually, nudging the pearls gently into place, „I can’t imagine how awkward you would’ve felt if they’d slid out. That could have very well been an outcome, seeing how wet you are.“

His words make you whimper, and this time you can’t hold back some tears of frustration.

„Please, Tech, make me cum, please, I swear I’ll do anything. I’ve been good so far, haven’t I? I didn’t even… not even when Hunter looked at me funny, please, I-“

„Did you like that?“ he interrupts you. „Like that my brother had to leave because he could feel you being aroused in public? Knowing that it was me controlling it? Like sharing a secret, one no one was supposed to know about, but you liked it, liked that he knew, admit it, sweetheart, you got turned on by it, didn’t you?“

„Yes!“ you cry out and he removes his fingers from you. You keen at the loss, but he turns up the pulse frequency then pushes his fingers between your legs again to tease your clit.

Your head falls back against the tiles, you don’t care how dirty they are. You grind your hips down into his hand and he chuckles.

„So eager.“

You’re a whimpering, sobbing mess by the time Tech brings up his free hand that’s been resting on your waist, and caresses your hard nipples.

„Such a dirty girl,“ he murmurs, „letting yourself be fucked in this bathroom, so hungry for my cock you don’t even care where we are.“

„Please,“ you moan, you don’t even know what you’re begging for, but he does, because of course he does.

„Show me your tits, pretty girl,“ he says and you undo the collar of your dress, struggling with the magnetic closures, arching your back to reach them better, the ripping the dress off your shoulders until it bunches around your waist, your breasts bare under the stiff material.

Tech sucks in a breath, his eyes focusing on them.

„Didn’t even wear underwear, I should’ve… should have known, you like to tease me, don’t you darling,“ he says, his fingers working you faster, then tugging lightly on the string of the pearls. They strain against your entrance, not leaving you but the pressure zeroing in on that particular spot, the one that made you see stars.

„Tech!“ you gasp and push your hips forward, his thumb rubbing over your nipple before he leans down to suck it into his mouth. He licks and teases, leaving little marks all over the soft flesh of your tits, his left hand locking around your waist to keep you in place as you buck against him. He releases your nipple from his mouth.

„You look so beautiful like this, I should really… really record you some day.“

You moan, the flame in your abdomen burning hotter, and it’s almost enough, almost but not quite.

„Would you let me do that?“ he asks. „Would you let me record you, sweet girl, so I have a memory that no one can take from me, so I can watch it whenever I want… Say you’ll let me.“

„Yes,“ you exclaim, „yes, I’ll let you, please, whatever you want, just-“

His fingers push against the pearls and they move into a new position, it hits just right, but you need…

„More,“ you say, the back of your mind scolding you for not forming proper sentences but you’re too focused on all the other sensations to care.

„Ask nicely,“ he says, moving his mouth to your other nipple, flicking it with his tongue, grazing it ever so slightly with his teeth.

„Fuck, Tech, please! I need more, just a little, please, I want you to- to-“

You can’t finish your sentence, because he lets go of the string he’s been playing with, turns the vibration up one level and buries his hand in your pussy again, lightly rubbing your clit with two fingers, his mouth never leaving your tits.

You gasp and writhe, and he straightens up a little to kiss you.

„Come for me, sweetheart,“ he says and that’s all it takes for your orgasm to hit you with overwhelming force.

You moan his name, forgetting you’re in public, forgetting there’s probably people right next to you, all your senses zeroing in on the sensation of his fingers rubbing that sweet spot with just the right pressure while being filled up by the vibro-pearls, their pulse spreading through you until you feel like your whole body is on fire.

You curse and whimper, sagging against the wall a little when your orgasm finally subsides, his fingers only then leaving you.

„Open up,“ he commands gently, then pushes his fingers inside your mouth. You eagerly lick them clean, tasting your own release on them as he watches you.

„Good girl,“ he praises and you clench involuntarily before he finally, finally removes his fingers from your lips to turn off the vibro-pearls.

„Fuck,“ your voice is a little husky and he smiles lightly.

„Well, it seems I can mark down this little experiment as a success, sweetheart.“

You pull up the collar of your dress, closing the magnetic clasps and hike the seam down your legs to cover yourself up again.

When you turn towards the door, Tech’s hand on your wrist stops you.

„Where do you think you’re going, darling? Don’t you think you should take care of me first?“

#galawrites #galactic graffiti masterlist #tech #tech the bad batch #tbb tech #tech smut #tech fanfic #mohawk tech #public stunts

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galacticgraffiti · 2 years

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✧⋄ Mirde be Mand'alor Masterlist ⋄✧

In an effort to make my Main Masterlist a little shorter and easier to read, I'm creating separate Masterlists for my multichapter fics!

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Mando'a: Thoughts of the Mand'alor

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Fic summary: Din Djarin x f!reader x Boba Fett

Din Djarin, after the loss of his son and the win of the title of Mand'alor comes to Boba Fett's palace in search for... something. What he doesn't expect to find there is Boba's riduur... and what he expects even less is that Boba is willing to share. This is a companion piece for Veman'alor from Din's perspective. The plot starts between Chapter 6 and Chapter 7 of that work. This fic could be read as a standalone, but makes more sense if read as an actual companion and retelling of the story from Din's POV. Reader is in 3rd person, so sorry if that freaks you out!

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This work in its entirety is NSFW/18+. Minors, please do not interact with this work or my blog.

General Warnings: age difference (older Boba), Dom/sub dynamics (Dom Boba), dirty thoughts, guilt because of said thoughts, threesomes, discussions of grief and loss Specific Warnings can be found at the beginning of each Chapter!

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Chapter 1: Cin Vhetin (3.8k) Din arrives at the palace and catches Boba and the mechanic in the throne room. He accepts Boba's invitation to stay.

Chapter 2: Dar'ganar (4.1k) Din properly meets the mechanic and lets some things slip he did not intend to say out loud. The search for the new ship reminds him of what he has lost.

Chapter 3: Solus (4.4k) Din and the mechanic inspect a ship together while Boba is away. She intrigues Din more than he likes to admit to himself, and new possibilities open up.

Chapter 4: Aay'han (5.7k) Din and the mechanic have a heart to heart and Boba is not exactly happy about the new found intimacy the two of them share. The mechanic extends an invitation to Din.

Chapter 5: Burcyan (7.2k) Din accepts the invitation and finds himself in an interesting situation with Boba and the mechanic.

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galacticgraffiti · 3 years

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꧁༻✦༺ Ad'ika (9) ༻✦༺꧂

!!! NSFW/18+ !!!

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 4.5k CW: Oral (male receiving), fuckload of dirty talk and praise, Wreck fucks you from behind, fluffy toothaching sweetness, all the love, some very slight dom/sub undertones (reader calls Wreck "Sir" and he likes it)

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Chapter 9 - Ner ad'ika

Do I want to go another round? As if he even has to ask that.

You nod enthusiastically.

„Of course I do, baby. How could I not, I’ve missed you so fucking much, I- I usually like the missions with the boys but… I didn’t know how to cope… fuck, we only met a week ago, Wreck.“

He looks at you; you’re still straddling his broad chest and smiling down at him sadly.

„And then…“ you continue hesitantly, „then today, with how they all treated you, I’m- I’m so sorry about that. I will have a talk with them, they were so kriffing rude, they had no right to- to insult you like that, stupid fucking nerfherders. I hate that they treat you as different, I mean, you are, you’re… you’re so much kinder. Like sunshine. I get so happy when I see you, baby, and it hurts me that you were ever made to think you were… somehow worth less than they are. I’m… I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry.“

Wrecker stares at you, expression unreadable, his body has gone stiff as a board. So you just ramble on because you don’t know what else to do.

„Those stupid… listen, I know their legion said they’d like to keep me as a medic and I’ve gotten to know them, we’re… not friends, but friendly, and I really enjoyed having one unit to stay with and not always having to arrange something on short notice. Also… staying with them means I get to come back to Kamino, back to you, if you’re here and… But I’ll ask to be transferred if they say one more bad fucking word about you, I promise. They had no right, no right, to insult you.“

You peer at Wrecker, who hasn’t blinked in… about a full minute. And you venture on.

„They said such mean things about you, and I just want you… I need you to know that I don’t think they’re true. You’re pretty, Wreck. I mean that. You’re pretty as fuck, you’re a… a beautiful man and I… I couldn’t bear it if you thought I agreed with those mudscuffers. You are so beautiful.“

Leaning forward, you place your hand on his cheek, the one with all the scars and the bad eye, and you kiss him, featherlight, just above his browbone. That brings some movement into his massive body, his hands coming up to your sides to pull you closer to him. You swing your leg over his torso so you’re laying on your stomach next to him, your breasts pressed against his broad chest while your hand gently traces the scars that spread across his face.

When you look closer at him, you think you see a tear in the corner of his eye and you bring your finger up to catch it. When he finally says something, his voice is rough with emotion.

„Oh, ad’ika. No one… no one’s ever said that before.“

You’d thought so, but the confirmation breaks your heart. You’re sure his brothers love him, but being raised like they were, emotions are probably not at the forefront of their minds.

„Well, they should have,“ you say emphatically. „Because it’s true. You’re pretty. I could stare at you all day and never get tired of you.“

He actually blushes at your words and pulls his shoulders up a little.

„Hey,“ he scolds you softly, „you stole my lines.“

You grin and push yourself up to kiss him. It’s soft, and sweet, no dirty intent behind it, just pure caring. You’re not sure whether you should use the word love already. But it feels pretty close.

„You deserve praise too, Wreck. You’re a wonderful man.“

He sits up, pulling you into his lap once again. You cross your ankles behind his back and just hug him. He feels so good, all muscle and strength and yet still so soft and gentle. When he starts mouthing kisses down your neck, it takes all your strength not to come apart right then and there, your heart is so full.

„Fuck, mesh’la,“ he murmurs into your skin, his hands roaming over your backside and squeezing whatever they can reach while you melt into his touch. „I don’t… vor entye.“

You close your eyes and enjoy the sensations of his skin against yours, touch-starved as you are, and him even more so, you’d imagine.

„But now it’s your turn, baby girl,“ he says and everything inside you seems to tighten for a second at the deep, rich tone that plates his voice. „You’ve… you’ve made me so happy. ‘bout time I return the favour, dontcha think?“

His tone shifts from soft and sweet and caring to something much more dangerous, dark and sinful. The sudden change makes you shiver and you suck in a surprised breath when he slides his hand between the two of you, caressing your cunt that’s still slick from your previous orgasm.

„Now…,“ he growls as pushes two thick fingers inside you and you arch into him, „can you be my good girl, little one?“

„Yes,“ you whimper, and he curls his fingers, hitting just right as you grind down against him, searching more friction, more pressure, more him, just more.

„Eager, aren’t you, ad’ika,“ he chuckles and moves his other hand to grab your ass, pushing you deeper into him. „Come on, show me how much you want it, tell me how much you need me to fuck you-“

„I need you, Wreck,“ you gasp out, your forehead pressed against his shoulder. „Fucking- need you… to fuck me, please, I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk the next day, want to feel it when I move, please Wrecker, I need you to fill me up, to mark me as yours so those fuckers never forget who I belong t-to. Please, touch me, Wreck…“

He pulls his fingers out of you and you wail at the sudden emptiness, missing him already. But he brings them to your mouth instead and you open up eagerly, sucking and licking them clean. He moans at the sight of you.

„Fuck, ad’ika, I could fucking watch you all day, you look so beautiful when you’re desperate, wanna make you beg for my cock, fuck you so stupid you can’t remember anything but my name anymore, tell me you’ll let me-“

„I’ll let you!“ you cry out, releasing his fingers from your mouth, and he flips you over so you’re laying on your back and he’s hovering over you, his cock still trapped inside his blacks. „I’ll let you do whatever you want, Wreck, please just- just fucking fill me-“

„You wanna… wanna take me like this or you wanna suck me off first, pretty girl?“ he asks and you can’t tell from his tone what he’d prefer.

„I’ll do whatever you want,“ you moan as he peppers little kisses between the valley of your breasts, stopping to suck marks into the supple flesh before pushing your tits together, his hips grinding down into you.

„Hmm, I can’t decide, mesh’la, you look so good with your mouth stuffed full of my cock but… I also wanna- wanna fuck you so bad, wanna make you feel it.“

„I wanna practice,“ you say, a clear thought suddenly entering your mind.

„You… wanna practice?“ he sounds a little confused, his hips stilling but his hard cock digging into the flesh of your thigh.

„I want to… be able to take you down my throat, baby. All of you, wanna make you feel so good, please let me, it’ll take a while, but I promise I’ll be good if you let me try…“

He swallows hard, leaning back to give you some space to sit up, then gestures to the floor.

„Kneel.“

You feel yourself getting wetter at the instruction, new slick flooding your pussy until you feel like one of those fucking waterfalls on Naboo. You slide down to the floor, kneeling in front of Wrecker and blink up at him through your lashes. When he doesn’t react, you open your mouth wide and tilt your head back, eagerly waiting for him.

Wrecker groans at that, palming himself through his blacks before pulling out his cock and Maker… he just takes your breath away every time.

„Fuck me,“ you whisper, your eyes wide in awe and excitement, and Wrecker grins down at you.

„We’ll start off gentle for now, little one,“ he steps forward, so his legs bracket you and press your legs together. „You’re not allowed to touch yourself, understood, mesh’la?“

The direct command is something new and you’re practically shaking with arousal when you nod in confirmation. Wrecker’s words from earlier ghost through your mind, how he’d reacted when you’d called Spears „Sir“ playfully, and you have a tentative idea.

„Yes, Sir,“ you say, voice husky even before he’s had the chance to make you scream.

„Fuck!“ he grits out and shoves his hips forward, his cock gliding past your waiting lips and hitting the back of your throat. You gag, tears immediately filling your eyes, and he pulls himself out of your mouth, concerned look on his face.

„Two taps, okay, little one?“ he asks.

„Two taps… Sir,“ you confirm, then lean forward to take him into your mouth again.

His head falls back when he hears your words, his hips thrusting forward just a bit, and you slide one hand up his thick leg to wrap it around the part of his cock you can’t fit into your mouth. Which is, you must sadly admit, for now quite substantial. But then, he starts talking.

„Come on, ad’ika, I know you can take more… did it before when my brother was watching, didn’t you… I was- was so proud of you, how well you were taking me, my pretty little girl sucking my cock like she was fucking made for it, putting on a good sh-show. Felt so fucking good, I could- could fucking feel you swallow around me, Maker, that was so kriffing hot. Think you can do that again, mesh’la? For me?“

His praise ringing in your ears, you try to relax your throat and take him down deeper. Wrecker’s hand rests in your hair, gently guiding you forward without being too pushy. You carefully breathe through your nose, inhale and exhale, you remind yourself when you feel him nudge against the back of your throat.

„You’re doin‘ so well, pretty girl,“ he moans and you stroke your hand along his cock, gently cupping his balls. A tremor runs through his thighs at that, you can see the muscles ripple and you feel yourself dripping onto the floor. Continuing to breathe in a steady rhythm, you take him down further, bringing one hand to your throat to feel him there. And you can, you can feel his cock through the soft skin of your neck and you glide your hand over it, just lightly because you don’t want to make yourself gag again. That movement, that tiny bit of pressure causes Wrecker’s hips to rock forward, sinking his cock further down your throat than he’s ever been, but you’re still not quite there, even if you desperately want to be.

„Look at my ad‘ika, takin‘ my cock so well, I sw-swear you were fucking born to suck my cock, sweet girl… You’re doin‘ so well, almost there, I can- can feel your fingers on me through your throat you dirty fuckin‘ girl, not gonna last long if you keep takin‘ me so good… letting me stuff your mouth full with my fat cock-“

His words are too much, he’s everywhere, filling up your senses and you have to pull off him just a little, just to get some air because your head is swimming and you feel like you’re going to pass out if you keep up this pace. He looks down at you, his eyes as warm as ever but his voice commanding even right after he praises you.

„Come on, little one, just one more try, you were doin‘ so well, don’t wanna disappoint me now, do you? I know you can do it, we just gotta try and practice, I know… I know it’s a lot to take, but you can do it, mesh’la, I know you can be a good girl for me and take it all down your throat can’t you, just- just one more try and I’ll fuck you so good you won’t remember your own name, stuff you so fucking full of my cock you can’t walk tomorrow, you’re gonna have to stay in bed with me all day… Just- one more try, ad’ika, you’re so good for me, can you do that?“

His words make the spark in your abdomen burn brighter, your desire to please him drowning out everything else. You pull off of him just for a second to mumble an answer.

„Yessir, I can do that.“

Wrecker’s hand that’s been stroking your hair stills, then grips tightly and yanks you forward, trusting you to line up his cock correctly and you do, gently sucking him into your mouth and swirling your tongue around him before forcing yourself to let him push down deeper and deeper inside you.

„Good girl,“ he groans, the praise going straight to your pussy and your head, a shiver running down your spine. You relax your muscles are much as you can, choking for a second before you remember to breathe through your nose. Then you swallow, the taste of him on your tongue salty and tangy. He tastes fucking good and you hope you’ll remember to tell him that later. As your throat contracts around him, Wrecker groans, his finger digging into your skull.

„Well done, mesh’la, fuckin‘ knew you could do it, you just wanna please me so bad, don’t you… I’m so proud of you, you’re doin‘ so good, swallowin‘ around me like you can’t get enough, I wanna bend you over and fuck you so full… L- look so good with your mouth full… full of my cock, can’t even speak you’re so fucking stuffed- I- fuck!“

He curses when you swallow again and you swear you can feel him swell on your tongue before he comes. Hot liquid drips down your throat and you take it all, swallowing his release without hesitation. Wrecker pulls back a little, your throat opening up as he empties himself into your mouth and you gratefully take it, drinking him in until you feel dizzy.

He sags a little when you release his softening cock from your mouth, stepping backwards and dropping onto the bed. You wipe spit and spilled cum from your mouth, get up and sit down next to him, your hand tracing intricate patterns against the skin of his taut stomach.

Wrecker sounds a little self-conscious when he finally speaks up.

„Fuck, you surprised me, mesh’la. I wasn’t… wasn’t ready for that, I’m sorry.“

Your hand stops its movement.

„Sorry?“ your voice is a little rough from the abuse your throat has taken, but that doesn’t stop you. „Why are you sorry? I fucking- I loved it, Wreck, every single fucking moment. I’ve been wanting to taste you ever since I first got to suck your cock and… fuck, I wanna do that again sometime. You have nothing to be sorry about.“

He sits up on his elbows, watching you look down at him, and smiles gently.

„You… you liked it?“

„Of course I fucking did, Wreck! That was… that was amazing. You taste so good, I could never get enough of you… Fuck, I was thinking about this the whole time I was away.“

His smile gets brighter as he listens to you, then his expression suddenly dims.

„But I really wanted to fuck you.“

„Who says you can’t?“

He hesitates.

„I’m gonna… gonna need a minute.“

„Of course, baby,“ you say, nodding as your hand picks up the pattern from earlier. „I’m content just sitting here, looking at you, feeling you.“

„C’mere,“ he says, pulling you onto is lap. „My pretty girl, makin‘ me come without my permission… Whatever will I do with you?“

Maker, he’ll be the death of me. You let your hands trail down the thickness of his arms, leaning forward to press your tits against him while you lick and suck little marks onto his chest, much like he did to you earlier.

„I don’t know,“ you answer his rhetorical question, „what… what do you want to do with me?“

He shudders when you nip along his jawline, grinding your pelvis against his, your slick coating him as he tries to recover.

„Should… should fucking punish you,“ he grinds out, „teasin‘ me like this.“

„You wanna punish me, Sir?“ you breathe, and his hands come up to lock tightly around your arms, leaving red marks where they dig into your flesh.

You can feel his cock starting to get hard again, digging into your slick thigh as you continue to rub yourself against him, tits pushed out and grazing his bare skin.

„I do,“ Wrecker grits, „you fuckin‘ dirty girl, grinding yourself against me to tease me… I’m gonna… gonna fill you up with my cock, gonna make you cum all over it until you’re cockdumb and can’t do nothin‘ but scream my name anymore, how’d you like that, ad’ika?“

Your mouth has gone slack and you shiver. Fuck, he knows just how to press your buttons.

„Tell me you’d like that,“ he murmurs, his voice a tad softer, and you whimper out confirmation as you slide against his cock.

„Good girl,“ he praises. „Now. Get on your hands and knees, little one, let me- let me see you do that for me.“

You follow his orders without hesitation, even though the loss of friction seems to want to kill you as you remove yourself from his lap, turning around and leaning forward. You can feel Wrecker getting up from the bed, the matress dipping when he pushes his enormous body up. His hands sneak around your waist, turning you ninety degrees so your feet are hanging off the side of the bed and you’re facing the wall while he stands behind you.

„Look at you,“ he mumbles, „following my orders like such a good girl. You look so good like this, ready to let yourself be fucking ruined by me… I’m gonna fill you up so good, gonna make you scream as you cum around my cock, you like that thought, mesh’la?“

Your cunt clenches at his words and you push your hips back towards him, but Wrecker stops you by placing his hands on the globes of your ass, squeezing roughly, before he slides one hand down your spine towards your shoulder blades and pushes. You follow his movement willingly, arching your back and placing your face on the matress, turning to the side to breathe while he holds you there, admiring the curve of your body and your readiness to be bent to his will.

„Fuck, you really like to please me, don’t you, little one… Letting yourself be shaped like this, all because I want you to, you love it… my sweet girl, gonna fuck you into that matress until you can’t move anymore and my fucking cock is all you think about.“

Your breaths stutter when he carefully pushes two fingers inside you from behind and groans when he finds you so wet you feel like you’re already spilling over.

„My baby girl, getting wet from being handled like this, fuck, if I knew you liked that I would’ve started doin‘ this earlier, you gotta tell me this shit, tell me what you’re into, ad’ika…“

„I’m-,“ you choke out, „I like whatever you like. I j-just wanna… wanna please you, baby, I want you to be proud of me, I-“

Wrecker’s hand on your back pushes you down even further, his other hand vanishing from your ass as he lines himself up and pushes inside you. For all his talk, he’s still careful, gentle; going slow and stretching you out with a delicious burn as he slides deeper and deeper until you think that must be it, you can’t take any more, but he keeps going as you whimper around him, kept still by his hand between your shoulder blades.

„Just a little more, mesh’la,“ he murmurs and you clench around him. He groans and shoves his hips forward, the burn of the stretch just overstepping the border from pleasure to pain and you cry out.

„Fuck, Wreck!“

He stops himself, holding still inside you as you adjust to his size. You inhale and exhale slowly and consciously a few times, then you nod quietly.

„Tell me you want more,“ he growls.

„I want more, baby,“ you whisper, a tear running down your cheek.

A hand cracks down onto your ass and you yelp in surprise, the sudden sting registering a second to late as he pushes himself deeper inside you.

„Good girls say please and thank you,“ Wrecker growls, caressing the red handprint he left on your ass with his hand.

„I want more, Sir, please!“ you howl, and he grunts, holding you down, then pulling out and pushing himself deep into you. You shudder as he slides against your walls, trying to push back to follow his movement, but his hand stops you.

„Stay still, ad’ika,“ he orders, „will you let me use you, little one? Fill you up with my cock until you can’t even speak anymore, say you’ll let me-“

„Yes!“ you’re practically sobbing at this point, „yes, I’ll let you, please just- fucking, please just fill me, I- I need to feel you fill me, please!“

Wrecker doesn’t answer, but pushes on deeper, sliding in and out of your slick cunt in a steady rhythm, slowly building up the pace.

„That’s it, my good girl takin‘ my cock so well, you were fuckin‘ made for it, weren’t you, little one, made to take me inside your tight pussy, you’re doing so good… f-fuck, I’m gonna mark you up all pretty so no one can look at you without thinkin‘ of me fucking you.“

His fingers move up to grab at your shoulder, pressing into you and leaving deep red marks as Wrecker buries himself inside your dripping cunt again and again. He raises his hand, you can feel the airflow before he slaps your ass again but the pain somehow still surprises you. Your muscles clench and he moans, it slips out of him and the fire in your lower abdomen burns brighter when he praises you.

„So. fucking. tight… You’re so beautiful like this, mesh’la, stretched out around my huge cock, taking me all in, tryin‘ so kriffing hard to… to take all of it, I bet you can, you want me to give you some more? Stuff you so fucking full of my cock you can’t walk when I’m done with you, you want that, sweet girl?“

His hands leave their positions to move up and grope at your tits, feeling them move with every thrust, and Wrecker groans.

„Fucking beautiful, missed your tits so much, wish I could see them- see them fucking bounce, bet they look so good like this,“ he rambles on as his thrusts become sloppier. „Come on, ad’ika, you wanna cum? I want you to cum on my cock, fucking soak me and then clean me up again, lick it all off, come on, come for me, little one-“

His left hand wanders down to your cunt to rub tight circles around your clit, varying pressure and speed until he finds a combination that makes your blood sing. Your moans become ragged and you almost feel like you can’t hold your pose any longer. Your legs start to shake as he pounds relentlessly into you, his sweet praises a sharp contrast to the way he is absolutely wrecking you.

„Come on, little one, cum around my cock like a good girl, cum because I ask you to, just like that, I know you can, you’re doing so good for me,“ his voice is like molten chocolate, sweet and sticky and you can’t get enough of it, of him praising you. He moves one hand to your ass to grope at the soft flesh, then smacks it down hard and you’re coming.

Your walls flutter around him and you press your face into the matress to muffle your screams. You’re repeating his name, over and over again and then, even through the haze of your orgasm, you can feel Wrecker emptying himself inside you, the sounds of his cock sliding against your stretched out cunt going from lewd to absolutely filthy and another wave of pleasure hits you, pulling you with it, powerless to defend yourself.

You feel so full, stuffed with Wrecker’s cum, his cock still sealing you up, thrusting shallowly into you through your orgasms. When your muscles finally stop contracting, you nearly collapse onto the bed. You can feel a cramp working its way up your hip but you can’t move, Wrecker’s huge hands still holding you in place.

When he finally pulls himself out of you, you press your eyes shut and moan quietly.

There’s some shuffeling behind you and then you’re swooped up, turned to lay on your back and gently placed back down onto the bed. Your head is still spinning and you can’t conceive a proper thought, but when the matress next to you dips slightly, you stretch out your hand to make a grabby motion and open your eyes.

Wrecker is looking at you, the love in his gaze knocking the breath out of you. He takes your hand, covering it with his own and tracing his thumb along the side of it. It makes you shiver, his rough palms against the softness of your own, and you smile lazily at him.

„You did so good, ad’ika,“ he tells you earnestly.

„Vor entye,“ you answer and a grin lights up his features.

„Some day, I’ll teach you proper Mando’a,“ he says and moves to get up.

You lock your fingers with his, pulling him back down to you.

„I gotta go,“ he says, „Wanna get something to clean you up, little one.“

„Don’t,“ you say, and he looks at you incredulously. „Don’t, Wreck, I wanna… wanna keep your cum inside me a little longer.“

He groans, then slides two fingers into your soaked pussy, dragging them along your walls and brings them up to your mouth. You open up without pause, licking the mixed taste of his and your release off of him.

„Fuck, you’re gonna kill me,“ Wrecker exhales, draping his broad, muscular body over yours, his chin resting between your breasts while his feet dangle off the short end of the bed.

„Just stay with me,“ you murmur sleepily, exhausted but feeling more satisfied than you’ve ever been. „Stay… just a little while longer.“

„Of course,“ he answers.

He moves up to spoon you, and you cuddle into him, your head resting on his large hand while his other lays on your stomach, your small hand covering not even the extent of his palm. You fall asleep like that, entangled, enamoured, still filled by him.

„Ner ad’ika.“ Wrecker whispers, as you drift out of consciousness, and you think you’ve never been happier in your life than in this moment.

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ad’ika – little one (I use it as a pet name, it is not in any way shape or form meant to refer to a child!) mesh’la – beautiful Ner ad’ika. - My little one. ┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

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Chapter 1 - Working out well

You walk through the spacious grey corridors of the Kamino cloning facilities. Your little headphones are plugged in your ears, making it easier for you to tune out the noise that inevitably follows from large groups of people being penned up together, like it is in the mess hall you just left.

It’s just after dinner. Usually the clone soliders and civilian helpers don’t eat together, but you were invited by the men of the 117th you served on the last mission with - their medic had been gravely injured and you were the only one with sufficient skills stationed close enough to take over from him. The mission had been fairly close to Kamino so you were told to report back to the home base for a debriefing before they’d tell you about your next mission. You had sat with the men, eaten and talked about various topics, listened to them reminiscing about their war stories and laughed with them. But it was getting late, you were exhausted, and so you had excused yourself to go find an empty cot and lay down for the night.

You find yourself wandering around without any real destination since you haven’t been assigned a room and don’t know the layout of the facility very well. Soft sparkle-bop fills your ears and you find that you don’t feel so tired after all. Your body is still thrumming with the success of the completed mission, but mentally you are exhausted. Humming the catchy melody to yourself you look around for a sign that will tell you where to you. On a corner you find a little monitor that presents you with a map of the sector you’re currently standing in: A little blue dot marks your location and while scanning the monitor you find that there’s a gym reasonably close to you.

Why not, you say to yourself. You had thought you were going to fall asleep the second you left Spears and the others at the table, but you’ve been wandering for close to twenty minutes and your mind has still not calmed down. After some hours in hyperspace, maybe a little exercise before sleep is just what you need. You look down your body, taking in the sweaty and slightly dusty clothes you’re wearing and decide they’re gonna suffice for a workout. And anyways, it seems unlikely you’re going to meet someone in this gym space at this hour, you haven’t seen any humans around in quite a while, now that you come to think of it.

Taking a last look at the little map on the monitor, you memorise the route – second corridor to the left, then third on the right – and start walking. Flipping through your music device as you walk you decide you need something with a bit more punch to get in the mood for working out. You don’t have a playlist specifically designated to working out, so you choose some Heavy Isotope, the dark bassline syncing up with your heart rate.

You turn the last corner and to your right, the glass doors to the gym space slide open. As you enter, the harsh neon lights flicker on – your assumption was correct: There’s no one in here. You look around the room and take in the vast array of equipment that’s spaced out through the gym until your eyes focus on a heavy deep red punching bag to your far right. That seems like as good a choice as any, you decide. Boxing always was one of your favourite sports, requiring less boring repetition than jogging, and you get to decide how difficult you make your routine on any given day, which is always in plus in your opinion. To warm up, you do run a couple of laps around the spacious room, hating every metre more and more, until you decide that’s enough. I should really work on my condition, but that shit is frustrating. Building up endurance takes so much more time than learning a new punching routine.

You’re already sweating profusely in your long sleeved tunic, so you decide to take it off - it’s not like anyone else is around to witness you and the dark grey sweat stains on your breastband. You sit on the floor and start to stretch, making sure to warm up the joints of your hips and knees especially well for the higher kicks later on. Just when you’re ready to get up you realise you’ve forgotten one very important detail: You have no bandages for your hands, and you can’t very well punch with unprotected knuckles, as you know from – painful – experience. Looking around, you see a sliding door in the far left corner that looks like it could contain some equipment. You make your way across the room and – lo and behold – there’s some medicine balls, fitness bands and – bandages! You grab two and start to wind them around your hands and wrists. There’s also some boxing gloves but you decide to forego those, they are far to large for your small hands. The bandages will do fine for now, you can always punch a little less hard than you usually would. Securing the ends of your bandages expertly, you trot back towards your punching bag.

You crank up the volume of your music when your favourite band comes on and start with an easy routine, throwing some quick hooks left and right and working in kicks here and there, making sure your to mind your balance. The punching bag is heavy, far too heavy for your comparatively weak blows. The bag at your usual gym, of course, doesn’t swing around, that’s not what it’s designed for, but the impact of your fists is typically visible by at least a couple centimetres movement. The longer you punch, the more frustated you get with the stubborn heaviness of the bag that feels like a jawa fortress, ignoring all your hardest efforts. You start to wonder who usually punches this bag for it to be so heavy. You know, of course, that the clones are genetically modified to be better soldiers than any „normal“ human, but are they equipped with superhuman strength as well? You didn’t think so before.

You’re sweating an insane amount, your breastband and hair drenched and you’re sure your face is red like a tomato. You punch harder, dissatisfied with the damned bag while you bark through clenched teeth: „Fucking. move. you. little. shitbag!“, accentuating each word with a hook and high kick.

A deep, resounding laughter disturbs your frustration and you spin around, your fist still in the air, to face… the largest man you have ever seen.

He is built like a tank, tall and, to your eyes, almost as broad as the double doors you entered through. His dark skin shows many marks, scars and bruises. When you raise your eyes to meet his, you belatedly realise that he must be blind in one eye. A network of thick scars covers the left side of his face, the eye almost completely white. You distantly wonder how much that must’ve hurt while letting your eyes wander over his broad frame. His head is shaved and the features remind you a lot of the other clones you’ve met, but something about him is very different. It’s not just his height and build, but also his energy. Despite his giant statue, he seems almost… gentle in the way he regards you. His eyes sparkling in amusement, he moves his lips and only then do you realise that you’ve been staring at him, openmouthed, your hand hanging in the air while the music from your headphones fills your ears.

Hurriedly, you remove the little buds from your ear, never breaking eye contact with him.

„I said, you can try moving that bag for a long time, ad’ika,“ he barks out, his broad shoulders still shaking in a quiet chuckle. The Mando’a term seems familiar, but you can’t put your finger on it. Maybe someone called you that before, but if they have, no one has ever translated it for you. You still haven’t said anything, you just regard the large man that stands in front of you as he gently smiles down at you.

„That’s my punching bag,“ he says. „I reckon it weighs more than triple your size, little one.“

You blush at the term of endearment, although you’re not sure your face can get any redder than it already is.

„I’m Wrecker,“ the man tells you. Not his number, not his designation, just his name.

Wrecker, you think. That certainly suits him.

„So…“ he says, looking you up and down, „Lothcat got your tongue?“

You shake your head, realising you still haven’t said anything to him.

„Sorry. You surprised me,“ you answer, looking down at yourself. „I… I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here, the room was dark when I came in. I didn’t think anyone else was going to work out right after dinner.“

„Clearly,“ he grins, eyeing your chest, and you notice that your breastband has slid down farther than you thought. You scoff at him and his eyes snap back up to meet yours.

„Sorry,“ he apologises and actually manages to sound sincere while grinning mieschivously, „got distracted.“

„Kriffing men,“ you murmur under your breath, thinking of yesterday when Brass was so obviously trying to catch a glimpse down your uniform while you were patching him up that you actually flicked his forehead. He apologised as well and promised it wasn’t intentional. You believe him, because while making someone uncomfortable is never okay it’s not like these poor men have a lot of outlets for their desires.

Wrecker’s smile fades and he suddenly looks like a scolded school boy.

„I am sorry,“ he says again. „I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. We just… we don’t get a lot of women around here, so I don’t know how to… act around them.“

His blunt confession warms your heart and you feel a smile tug on the edges of your lips. You open your mouth to tell him it’s all forgiven when he just continues on.

„You shouldn’t be made to feel like you should cover up. Especially not by me. I don’t- You didn’t think anyone was here and you just wanted to be comfortable during your workout and- And even if there’d been somebody here who cares what you wear. You should- I’m sorry I came in and surprised you like that, you should be able to wear whatever you want. I mean- You should- uhhh…“ His voice trails off as he realises he’s rambling while you’re grinning up at him.

„Thank you,“ you say, „and it’s fine. Don’t worry about it. I appreciate the sentiment.“

Wrecker lets out a breath and the sparkle returns to his dark eye.

„So what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?“

You roll your eyes at the cheesy line, but his sincere delivery saves it from sounding like one of the creeps that hit on you in a cantina. Your stomach flutters, oddly enough, at his words. He thinks I’m pretty.Inwardly you sigh at your own stupid mind, Come on, focus!

It’s hard to focus while he looks at you like this, so intently, like he has never wanted to hear the answer to a question more than he does now.

„Uhhhmm…,“ you start off eloquently. Oh yeah, good job. Go on like this and I’m sure pretty is as far as the compliments will go. „I’m… I was on a mission with the 117th and.. we just got back and I wanted to go sleep and then I got distracted wandering around the compound and found myself… here, basically.“

You blink up at him, the shrill neon light forming a halo around his large head.

He nods and smiles gently. „So do you want to finish your workout, ad’ika? I promise I won’t disturb you, and I can leave if you want me to. I’ll just come back later.“

His energy is kind, you decide. That’s what feels so different from the other clones you’ve met so far. They are almost always nice, some are flirty, some are more wild and battle-hardened, but none feel as kind as the man in front of you. The butterflies in your stomach flutter.

„That’s fine,“ you answer him finally. „I was just- I don’t know, not really finished. But I mostly started working out because I didn’t know where to go and this seemed like the nearest place to go. I’m actually not sure what I was planning on doing after this, since, you know, I haven’t been assigned a room or anything and…“ your voice fades away when you realise how weird that sounds.

Wrecker doesn’t seem to mind, he just shrugs and leans forward. Your heart jumps at the sudden closeness and you almost feel a bit faint, wondering what he’s doing, when he bends over and grabs the tunic you shed earlier.

„There’s some showers connected to this work out space, if you want to hit those. Just go out, turn right and the next door on the right should take you there. There are no designated showers for women for… obvious reasons,“ he says, scratching his head. „But none of my vode are around and I’ll know you’re in there.“

He holds out your tunic and you take it from his large hands, marveling how much your clothing looks like it’s dollsized compared to his largeness.

„If you want, I’ll go back to our bunk and find you some fresh clothes,“ he offers.

So kind, you think, and after subtly sniffing your tunic you decide to accept. You’re fairly sure your face is back to a human colour, so you feel a bit more confident eyeing Wrecker up.

„You’re sure you can find something in your room that fits me?“

„Uhhmm…“ he stutters. So adorable. „I’ll try my best, ad’ika. Don’t know though- maybe you could wear one of my shirts as a dress? We’ll have to see.“

Your insides go warm as you think about wearing his clothes. How tiny you must look to him.

„Alright then. Vor entye,“ you scrape together what little Mando’a you remember to thank him.

He blushes, he actually blushes as he looks down at you, holding your dirty tunic in front of your barely covered chest, sweaty and a face colour still closer to a Devaronian than an actual human. He finds he doesn’t mind any of that one bit. Nodding to himself he turns around to head back to the bunk and find you something to wear.

You watch him go, your heart fluttering at the way he carries himself, at the way the muscles of his back ripple when he slides the door open, at the way the only reason he doesn’t have to duck through the doors is because they were built by tall-ass Kaminoans.

Kriffing men, you think again, but almost endearingly this time.

You pull your tunic over your head, you don’t want to meet someone else half-naked on your way to the showers. As they did in the gym, the lights awaken as you enter the room. There’s a bench in the middle, some freshers and a big floor length mirror on the righthand side, and four glass shower stalls to your left. You sigh, grateful that Kamino isn’t a planet where water is scarce - sonic showers just aren’t the same. Shedding all your clothes where you stand and unwrapping the bandages from your hands, you step into the stall that’s closest to you and turn up the water.

Ohhh yeah, that’s the stuff. You moan silently when the hot water hits your sore muscles and washes away the dirt and grime of the last few days. This is nice. Sighing, you grab the bar of soap next to you and try to scrub yourself clean. Showers weren’t exactly high on your priority list during the mission and you feel like you’re gonna need to lather yourself definitely more than once to feel properly clean.

Your thoughts wander and you let yourself think about Wrecker. Wrecker, who’s been so nice to you even though you barely just met. Wrecker, who’s getting you clothes from his own room right now. Wrecker, who offered up one of his shirts and is gonna see you wear it. Wrecker, who has seen more of your tits than any other being in the last… two years? Maker, it’s been hard since this war started. You hadn’t thought about it much before you joined the volunteers, your home world not yet of interest to either of the sides.

You sigh and distribute the foam all over your body, your thoughts drifting to and fro. The war, the last mission,Wrecker, a patched up Brass, the heavy gym bag, your friend Xosad from the volunteer camp, Wrecker, Wrecker, Wrecker… Without willing it to do so, your hand stops ist efficient lathering and instead comes up to cup your breast. You sigh and close your eyes. I can’t wank in the fucking shower, you tell yourself. I really shouldn’t. Still, you let your hand slip between your legs, just a taste, just to try. You sigh again as you find yourself wet, much wetter than you’d thought, and none of it is from the shower. You think of Wrecker and his face when he looked down at your tits. You wonder how long he’d stood behind you and watched you before you realised he was there; you never asked. The thought of him standing behind you, admiring your form as you kick and punch the bag, his far too heavy punching bag… Your insides warm up and your fingers move deeper into your pussy. You think about Wrecker, hovering over you, and suddenly your imagination produces a vivid image – him, standing behind you, towering over you and crowding you against the wall while pressing himself into your backside. You moan slightly and press your fingers against your clit.

Turning around, you lean your forehead against the wall, letting the water run over you when you hear a hissing sound behind you, directly followed by something that sounds like someone is choking.

Your hand drops, you’ve been caught, you automatically turn around to face, for the second time tonight, a very flustered Wrecker.

„I forgot the doors open automatically,“ he stammers out while hastily shielding his eyes, his cheeks flaming red.

You don’t know what to do with yourself. Your brain has short circuited, so you just stand there in the warm stream of the shower and think of nothing. Actually, you think about Wrecker. Would he join me if I asked him? You wonder. You wish he would. Something about this man just gets to you. He’s so… big. You swallow hard.

„Wrecker?“ you ask, and your voice is steadier than you’d thought it would be.

His back is turned to you, while in one hand he holds what looks to be a large grey shirt and a neatly folded towel.

„I’m sorry!“ he stutters, „I didn’t mean to, I promise, I just keep forgetting and these doors- and- and usually it’s just me and my vode in here and- “

„It’s okay,“ you say, your voice as gentle as you can manage while you can feel yourself dripping down your legs even as you turn off the shower. „I was actually… I was wondering.. if you’d like to join me?“

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┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓ Mando'a translations

ad’ika – little one (I use it as a pet name, it is not in any way shape or form meant to refer to a child!) mesh’la – beautiful vor entye – Thank you vod(e) – brother(s) ┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

#galawrites #galactic graffiti masterlist #wrecker smut #wrecker fic #tbb wrecker #wrecker the bad batch #wrecker #star wars tbb #star wars the bad batch #adika

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꧁༻✦༺ Ad'ika (2) ༻✦༺꧂

!!! NSFW/18+ !!!

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 2.6k CW: Praise kink, size difference, oral (f receiving), naked female clothed male,

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Chapter 2 - Star Gazing

Wrecker drops what he’s holding next to the bench and you hear a soft groan. You feel yourself clench in anticipation, but he still doesn’t turn around.

„Wrecker?“ you ask, your voice sweet as honey, „it’s okay, you can turn around.“ Worrying that you’ve made him uncomfortable by inviting him so openly into your – well, not bed exactly, but the point’s the same – you speak on.

„It’s okay if you don’t want to. I just saw the way you were looking at me earlier and I thought – well, maybe I misinterpreted things. Uhm… You can just leave, of course, please don’t feel obligated, I’m sor-“

His voice, deep and dark and sinfully raspy cuts you off.

„Of course I want to join you, ad’ika. Have you seen yourself? Such a pretty girl, so tiny and so soft. Looking at you makes me want to mark you all over, I want to hold you so tight you’ll feel my fingerprints on you for days, pretty girl. Look at you, all soft and smooth and wet, you’re so beautiful. How could you ever think I wouldn’t want you?“

He sounds so soft, so gentle while praising your form that you think you could melt right then and there. You have to stop yourself from sliding your hand between your thighs again, it wouldn’t be fair, not with him standing right there, still turned away from you and seemingly unable to look.

„Why haven’t you turned around then?“ you ask in the smallest voice you’ve ever heard yourself speak in, feeling slightly humiliated even though he just affirmed you.

He groans and runs a large hand over his shaved head. Slowly, he starts to turn, looking almost pained as he does so. He keeps his eyes trained on the floor in front of him, never meeting your gaze or even looking up far enough to see more than your toes.

„Wrecker, please,“ you say, „please baby, look at me!“

Hearing you beg is what does him in. He takes one, two, three quick steps with his long legs and suddenly he crowds you into the wall, so close you can smell him, his skin and the soap he uses, that smells the same as the bar you just used on yourself.

„Oh, little one, I was trying so hard to hold back, I had to hear you say it, I would never have looked at you again otherwise. I felt so horrible earlier about making you uncomfortable and- You always have a choice with me, I know I- I know my size can make it feel like you don’t. Oh ad’ika look at you, so tiny, so small and fragile. I feel like I will break you the second I put my hands on you I-“

„Touch me.“ you say, understanding that he’s asking for your explicit consent even though you’ve already asked him to join you. „Please Wreck, touch me, I want to feel your hands on my thighs, I want to feel how small you make me look, please-“

He lets out a deep moan at that, looking down at you, your frame so frail compared to his. You can see the gears working in his head, see how his fingers twitch as he comprehends that you have invited him to your body. And then, a split second later, he’s all over you. His large hands roam over your skin, running down your arms, grazing your tits, coming around your back to squeeze at your ass and you yelp when you feel his thick fingers dig into the flesh. He hadn’t been lying when he talked about marking you up earlier.

„Look at you, mesh’la,“ he says, „look how perfectly you fit into my hands, I could just pick you right up and-„

„Do it,“ you say, too quick, his words ringing in your ears while you feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

He looks at you, puzzled, obviously trying to recount what he just said in his half-minded ramblings, and then his eyes grow darker and he grins, his white teeth shining at you while he regards you with renewed interest, his hands digging into your hips.

You surge forwards, almost colliding with his broad, tan chest that’s littered with scars – the medic in you winces, but for now, you pay it no mind – and you pull yourself up onto your toes, holding onto his strong arms, arms that are as thick as your thighs. Catching up with your intention, Wrecker slides his hands back around to your ass to cup it while he hoists you up and finally, your lips crash into his.

You had pushed yourself up with full force, trying to climb him even before he lifted you like you weighed nothing, and your momentum makes the kiss much more forceful than you’d intended it to be. He deserves to be kissed softly, you think when your teeth clash together. You try to soften up, your lips plush and smooth, but when Wrecker groans and digs his fingers into the place where your ass meets your thighs, all thoughts leave your brain.

Carrying you in his arms like you weigh no more than a feather, he steps backwards until the edge of the bench meets his calves – his calves, not the back of his knees like it would for you. His size astounds you and you wrap yourself even tighter around him, cupping his face in your little hands while he lowers himself onto the bench. You cling to him, pressing your naked tits into his broad chest, and lightly stroke the pale scars on his face with your right hand. He moans softly and, now that you’re resting on his thighs, moves his free hand to lay on top of yours, marvelling at how your whole hand is barely as big as his palm.

„So tiny,“ he says when your hungry kiss eases up, looking truly amazed.

„You could destroy me at a squeeze of your fingers,“ you whisper, trying to convey in your tone that you know he never would. You slowly grind down, dragging yourself against his thighs and trying to pull yourself closer to his pelvis.

His eyes grow impossibly darker at that and you know he understands what you mean.

„You’d like that, little one, wouldn’t you?“

His teasing tone surprises you, he’d been so soft and gentle earlier, and now he’s mocking you? Not maliciously, but he’s looking much more mischievous than a minute ago.

„You want me to destroy you, baby girl? Want me to wreck you?“

His deep voice has shivers running down your spine and you can’t suppress the hoarse moan that escapes your throat. Yes. I would gladly be destroyed by this man.

You pull him in for another heated kiss, as much as you like to hear him speak to you, his hot tongue in your mouth feels even better, especially now, when your insides feel so warm but your skin is so cold. You’re shivering, and it’s not only because Wrecker murmurs dark praises into your mouth.

„I’d like to lay you back and eat you out for hours… See how you look when you come around my tongue, can you imagine, little one? I bet you’ll be delicious, and-“

He stops himself when he notices you’re quivering.

„Are you okay, ad’ika??? Oh, you have to be so cold, I’m sorry I didn’t notice, I was-“

„…preoccupied.“ You finish his sentence and laugh through your clattering teeth. „It’s fine Wrecker, honestly, I didn’t even notice it myself until just now.“

Carefully, he lifts you off his lap and places you next to himself on the bench, getting up to pick up the towel.

„Let me take care of you, little one,“ he says softly, his eyes warm like dark chocolate. He pulls you to your feet, wraps you in the big towel and rubs it in soft, big circles, heating you back up slowly but surely. Then, he gives you the huge grey shirt he’s brought with him. You pull it over your head, the seam hitting your thigh a bit above your knee. Your underwear is still on the floor, along with your other dirty clothes, so you slide past Wrecker to get it. Bending over to pick it up, you just then realise that your ass is on full display – the shirt may be long, but it’s not that long.

You hear Wrecker sharply suck in air through his teeth, groaning when he sees you bent over like that, presenting yourself to him, even if it was unintentional.

„Look at that, mesh’la, fucking beautiful, so soft and round… I just want to bury my face in you and never come up for air again- Look how wet you are, I can see it from here, is that all just for me- I-“

You press your thighs together at the praise, slowly straightening up and turning around towards him.

„All for you baby.“ Your voice is darker, huskier than you’d expected. Wrecker looks at you like you hung the stars in the Kaminoan firmament.

„That’s my girl… So wet for me already and we haven’t even gotten started… Why don’t you sit back on the bench for me, pretty girl?“

He asks so sweetly, but it’s clear from his tone that he expects you to do as he requested.

You think of the filthy things he said earlier and hastily follow the instructions.

„Good girl,“ he praises and you feel a surge of heat rushing down to your centre. „Lean back onto your elbows for me, ad’ika.“

He stands in front of you, towering over your small form, before he lowers himself onto his knees right between your legs. Your mouth is actually hanging open and you automatically spread your legs wider to accomodate his broad frame. The image of him kneeling before you, his gaze fixed on your pussy that by now must be nearly dripping onto the bench below you… It’s now seared into your brain; it makes your heart beat faster and your breath stutter while you gaze down at him. His eyes flick up to your face, he smiles like nothing in the world could make him happier than the sight of you spread out before him. His large hands come up to squeeze your thighs and push them even farther apart, and then, with the most enthusiasm you have ever encountered, Wrecker dips his face between your legs and starts eating you out like a man starved.

He’s holding your thighs spread wide with his strong arms, which is probably for the best because you think if he didn’t, you’d wrap your legs around his head and try to push him in deeper. It’s been a long time since you got any action at all, and this… this is exquisite.

Wrecker alternates between licking long strips with his flat tongue and sucking on your clit, the warm feeling in the pit of your stomach burning hotter by the second. He murmurs little praises into you, the vibrations of his deep voice resounding through your body and making your legs shake. When he carefully dips his tongue inside you, you cry out. It feels like you’re gonna explode underneath him, you could swear the roof of this room was see-through because you’re already seeing stars.

You pant his name, he grins into you and intensifies his efforts. Every now and then, when he has to come up for air, you can hear him mumble soft praises against your inner thighs.

„You taste like a little piece of heaven, ad’ika, Maker, how did I ever get so lucky to meet you… I could listen to you moan all day, my little one singing just for me… Want you to feel my bruises all over your body tomorrow… You’re gonna be all marked up, pretty skin littered with my handprints, you like that thought pretty girl? Remind you who you belong to…“

When he looks up at you, his face is shiny with your slick and you want to pull him up and kiss him, but you also want more of his tongue inside you, so you groan in frustration at your own indecisiveness. Wrecker flashes a bright smile and just dips back down, continuing to lick and suck whatever his mouth can reach while you come apart under him. The heat that has been slowly building up inside you becomes less and less bearable, you moan his name and tell him to go faster – how his jaw hasn’t locked up by now, you’ll never know, but maybe that comes with his super-strenght. And isn’t that quite the thought, if he can go so long when eating you out, you can only imagine what his cock could do to you.

That thought sticks, your imagination running wild and it pushes you over the edge. You barely have time to scream out his name and warn him before your hips buck and your climax hits you like a crashing Kaminoan wave, burying you until you feel like you’re drowning – you cry out nonsensical words and feel Wrecker chuckle against you while he laps up everything you can give him.

When you gather your senses, you can hear him praise you quietly.

„Look at you, little one, look how quickly you came for me. You did so well, screaming my name when you came, I’m so proud of you. You make the most beautiful little sounds, ad’ika, you should hear yourself, I think I could come from just the noises that come out of your mouth, I want to make you scream until your voices gives up, until you can’t even say my name anymore…“

You sit back up on your elbows again to look down at him, your blissed out expression betraying your words:

„I’d have rather come on your cock, baby.“

He blushes at that, his cheeks turn red like he didn’t just eat you like you were a five course meal and praise you for it while you came around his mouth.

„Ad’ika,“ he murmurs softly, leaning over you to stroke a rough thumb over your cheek, „I- I’m glad we started off with this, it’s better this way… I like eating pussy, especially when it tastes as good as you do and I…“

He trails off and you raise your eyebrows, only half-believing him.

„But you didn’t even get anything out of it!“ you say, „that’s not fair. Please, I want to give you something in return, Wreck. Let me-“

„No!“ he interrupts you, sounding almost panicked by the suggestion. „It’s fine, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me little one, I can take care of myself.“

„But I don’t want you to. I want to take care of you, you deserve it. Please, baby, I-“

„That’s not so easy, ad’ika. You’re so small and… I don’t want to hurt you. I could break you with a wrong touch, you said it yourself earlier.“

„I didn’t mean it!“ you’re almost getting angry at him for not feeling like he deserves to be taken care of, „I did not mean it like that. I like that you’re so strong and so big, I like that you could destroy me if you wanted to. I thought you enjoyed that thought earlier, you seemed so happy. What happened, Wreck?“

He sits back on his heels, his hands folded in his lap, and doesn’t look at you.

„I…“ he starts, „I do enjoy… the thought. But I couldn’t bear it if I actually hurt you, mesh’la. And I would. Believe me, I would have, I don’t think I could have held back with the sounds you were making and your pussy so tight and wet, you were begging me for more- I would have destroyed you, little one.“

You raise an eyebrow and lean forward to cup his face.

„I’m not so easy to destroy, baby. But for you, I’d certainly like to try.“

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┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓ Mando'a translations

ad’ika – little one (I use it as a pet name, it is not in any way shape or form meant to refer to a child!) mesh’la – beautiful ┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

#galawrites #galactic graffiti masterlist #wrecker fic #wrecker smut #tbb wrecker #wrecker the bad batch #wrecker #adika

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꧁༻✦༺ Ad'ika (3) ༻✦༺꧂

!!! NSFW/18+ !!!

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 2.8k CW: oral sex (m receiving), naked female partly clothed male, rough going, size kink (!!!), choking (on a cock), hella praise bc I'm just that bitch, he comes on your tits, watching yourself in the mirror, wrecker lets loose, cum eating (whoops)

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Chapter 3 - A Feast for the Gods

Wrecker’s face is almost sad as he regards you.

„I’m- listen, I’ve scared so many people away. And I get it, my size is intimidating… In more ways than one.“

He cautiously peers at you, your heads almost at the same height even though he is kneeling on the floor. You try to wrap your head around the implication he’s just made.

„Of course your size would intimidate someone who doesn’t know you,“ you venture. „But.. you are so kind, so sweet. We’ve known each other for what, barely a couple hours and you’ve already given me your clothes, not even to mention the most incredible orgasm I have had in years. How could you think I wouldn’t want you?“

You realise you’ve turned the words he used on you earlier around on him. But he doesn’t seem to think you got his point.

„Mesh’la, I don’t mean just my body that’s out there for all to see. I mean… my size.“ He gestures vaguely towards his crotch and you have to stifle a laugh. He’s so adorable, how can he say such filthy things to you one second and not be able to say cock the next?

„Baby, I think you’re making this out to be a much bigger issue,“ you can’t help but grin at your own unfortunate choice of words, „uhhhm, a much bigger issue than it actually is. I’m sure I’ll be fine!“

You slide off the bench and kneel back on your heels right in front of him.

„At least… at least let me try, please Wreck, I just want to make you happy. Let me help you out.“

You decide that you’re warm enough now, your blood still heated from your orgasm, and you pull his shirt back up over your head. Maybe he just needs some… visual encouragement. When you look at him, you see that his gaze has been pulled down to your tits, he doesn’t seem to be able to look away. You lean back a little and slide your hands up to push them together.

„Wouldn’t you like to see how you could make them bounce when you fuck me?“ The raspiness of your voice startles you for a second, but then you decide to lean into it. „Don’t you want to come on these, baby, imagine how good it would look, your cum all over them.“

Wrecker groans and surges forward, pulling you onto his lap and kneading your tits with his strong hands.

„Mesh’la, your tits are beautiful,“ he moans, „You’re so tiny, but these I can barely cover with my hands. How did I get so lucky, pretty girl, I wish you could see yourself right now, the way I see you.“

„Make me,“ you say, raising an eyebrow and letting your eyes wander in the direction of the floorlength mirror. He follows your gaze and grits out:

„You… you are filthy. How do you just tell me these things while sitting there so calmly, I- I can’t say no to that, how could I when you look like that-“

He eyes you up and down, the way your thighs rest on his, your legs spread a little, your hands still playing with your breasts, while you regard him. He’s still fully dressed, keeping you at arm’s length with his hands resting in his lap, obviously trying to hide the hard-on he has. You let your gaze rest there, right on his crotch, until he gets flustered and antsy.

„Listen, ad’ika, I’m not sure… I mean you can try, but- I don’t- I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable or-“

„Wreck,“ you say to calm him, „I offered. I want to, please, I really want to have your cock in my mouth, I want to taste you and make you feel good baby. I promise I want to do this more than anything else right now, please let me suck your cock, I-“

You can hear how whiny and desperate your voice gets and stop yourself. Looking over to the mirror again, you decide to take matters into your own hands, so to speak. You get up and position yourself right in front of the mirror, at an angle you believe you’ll be able to see yourself kneeling in front of Wrecker – if he decides to join you. You sink back onto your heels once more, your hands resting on your thighs. You venture a look into the mirror – and meet his gaze.

He rubs his hand over his face, like he’s trying to clear his mind, then gets up and slowly walks over to where you’re kneeling. Looking down at you, you hear him whisper again,

„So fucking tiny.“

You make a mental note of how often he’s mentioned your size – he seems to like how small you are compared to him, but also very scared of hurting you. You’ll show him there’s nothing to be afraid of – like you said, you’re not so easily destroyed, or you wouldn’t be here right now, begging him to let you suck him off.

Now that he’s standing right in front of you, though, there’s no looking away from the large tent of his sweats. The very large tent.

Ah, for once, a man who does not exaggerate. How refreshing.

But now that you’re finally getting a close look, you also realise what he meant. There’s size, and then there’s size. Holy fuck.

„Take off your pants, I want to see you.“

You beg him and his gaze goes so soft before he answers that your heart aches.

„I promise I won’t be mad if you… if you want to stop, little one,“ he answers.

„Why would I want to stop? Wrecker, you’re beautiful and you deserve the world. You are so strong and so brave, and if I can make you feel good and forget about this star forsaken war for even a minute, it’ll all have been worth it. I told you, I want to do this, please, just let me… let me make you feel good, baby.“

He regards you with a worried expression, but you decide to ignore him and push yourself up from your heels to be taller – when you’re sitting back you barely reach his knees. Hooking your fingers into the waistband of his sweats, you blink up at him through your lashes.

„Please, Wreck, can I?“

„I- Yeah, mesh’la. Of course you can.“

You start sliding down his trousers, catching his underwear in the motion and pulling it down right with them – no need to get shy now.

When his cock finally springs free, you can practically feel your eyes pop out of their sockets. Good gods in the galaxy, he really was not kidding.

You can still feel his gaze on you, he’s so worried that you’re gonna get scared you can almost feel it radiating off his skin.

„Fuck, Wreck, you’re… you’re kriffing huge,“ your voice sounds a little shaky.

„I’m sorry, ad’ika, I told you, I-“ he starts pulling his trousers back up and you stop him, your tiny little hand closing around his big, tan one.

„Are you kidding me, what the fuck are you apologising for baby? This is… this is more than I ever expected and I can’t tell you how- I can’t wait to feel you in my mouth. Let me taste you baby, I bet I can make you see stars just like you did me.“

Giving him a second to process all that, you slide your hands up along his thick thighs that are taut with muscle. You smile up at him and see he’s staring at you, his mouth hanging open but his eyes no longer worried, but hungry and dark. He leans back so one shoulder can rest against the mirror and you work your hands around his thighs sneakily, until you finally wrap your fingers around his cock.

A tremor ripples through his thigh and you hear his breath get heavier. Good heavens, you haven’t done more than making the bare minimum of contact and he’s already so worked up. This poor man has to be so touch starved, and once again you heart wants to break when you think of him, this sweet man that fights in a war he didn’t ask to be created for.

„Please, ad’ika- Wanna- I wanna feel your mouth around me-“

Now it’s his turn to beg, and you smile as you slowly drag your hand up and down his length. Maker, you can’t even touch your fingertips together, not by a long shot. Remembering what you noted earlier, you decide to tease him a little before you get really into it.

„Look how small my hand looks around you, baby, I can’t even make a fist. Bet you I could use both my hands… Have to get used to that before we can see how well I can fit you in my mouth-“

His fist closes in your hair and yanks you forward. You, not expecting that, have to use all your – honestly, ashamingly little – core strength not to collide with his crotch. His voice sounds like thunder when he growls out his orders.

„Stop talking like that, little one, or I won’t last long. I’ve been trying so hard to hold back and you- you- you tease me, you talk like that with my cock right in front of your mouth and I- keep talking like that and I’m gonna give you somethin‘ to choke on, pretty girl.“

You feel heat rising up to your cheeks when he mentions choking – how in star’s name did he know – and you look up at him with wide eyes.

He looks back at you, his eyes blown and dark, his gaze wild.

„Don’t hold back,“ you whisper at him, and you dive forward to finally close your lips around him.

He feels deliciously heavy in your mouth, velvety and smooth, with a thick vein running along the side of his shaft. You take a moment to cherish the feeling of him resting right there, before carefully running your tongue over the tip of his cock. He groans and his hips thrust forwards slightly, almost involuntarily. His length hits the back of your throat and you gag before regaining your composure.

A tear runs down your cheek, but you refuse to pull off him, scared that he’ll think he hurt you. You turn your chin up slightly and he hits the roof of your mouth juuust right as you start to take him deeper.

„Careful there, mesh’la,“ he booms, but there’s cracks in his voice that let you know he’s holding on tightly to his resolution not to hurt you. With a wet pop you release him from your hot mouth, a string of saliva connecting you to him still.

„I’ll tap your thigh twice if it gets too much, okay baby?“ you suggest and demonstrate before he has a chance to reconsider. „I promise, I can take it. I meant it when I told you not to hold back, you know?“

His hand in your hair twitches for a second and you can see his expression change from soft worry to dark, unguarded desire.

„You sure, little one?“

„I’m sure, Wrecker.“

Hearing his name seems to calm his worries, he nods to himself.

„Good girl.“

You shiver at the praise and he grins slyly – seems he’s keeping tabs on what you like the same way you are on him.

You close your lips around him again and start to get to work in earnest, stroking what you can’t fit into your mouth – which is a substantial part, if you’re being honest – with your hand. You’re careful not to go too deep too fast, because even though you do have some practice, you’ve never taken anyone even close to his size. Contrary to what seems popular consensus though, you do quite enjoy sucking someone off. You cautiously lean forward to take him deeper, holding your breath when you feel him hit the back of your throat. His huffs and moans tell you you’re doing something right, even before he begins praising you in a seemingly endless litany.

„Such a good little girl, look at you… Takin‘ my cock so well, mesh’la, I could watch you all day… Pret- pretty girl, takin‘ me down your throat so good, come on, I know- I know you can fit a little more.“

His soft , thunderous voice thrums through your entire being and you hum in response around his cock, trying to open your mouth even wider and relax your throat like you taught yourself. It seems to work and he slips even deeper – you think if you raised a hand to your throat you could probably feel him there and that thought alone makes you impossibly wet.

„Fuck ad’ika, if you keep that up I’m not gonna last long… Who- who taught you how to suck cock like that baby, Maker forgive them- I’m- kriffing hell, I’m not gonna last long but I wanna see you choke on it so bad, I wan-“

Your head that’s been bobbing in a steady rhythm falters for a second as the expression burns into your brain and he takes the hint.

„Oh you like that, mesh’la, you like me talkin‘ about you choking on my huge cock? I wanna make you cry from pleasure, come on, you can take- take a little more, I know you can… My pretty girl, sucking me off like she wants to win a fucking contest…“

He starts thrusting himself into your mouth and you try to keep as still as you can while taking it. Tears start running down your cheeks and you have to try your hardest to keep from gagging around him, but you want him to enjoy this. This is his pleasure and he deserves to make the most of it. You can’t even fathom how he can thrust so deeply inside you and still so much of his length doesn’t seem to fit. One of your hands leaves the base of his cock to slither back between your own legs, just to relieve some of the pressure, and then you make the mistake of looking at yourself in the mirror, and the image is like something out of a dirty holovid: You, leaned back while his large hand cradles the back of your head to keep you steady, your tits full and your chest flushed, your mouth stretched open wide around his girth, tears staining your blushed cheeks.

You shudder as you circle your fingers around your clit and look up at Wrecker, to see he has closed his eyes in a blissed out expression. Words never stop falling from his lips, where he learned to talk like that, you’ll probably never know, but you really wish you could find out.

„My sweet girl, taking me so deep- so deep inside her dirty little mouth, shut you right up didn’t it- I wanna hear all the pretty noises you make while you take my cock, maybe we should try after all, you’re doing so good mesh’la…“

Your hand moves faster as you regard the both of you in the mirror before looking back up at him. He’s opened his eyes and is staring straight at your tits that are bouncing slightly with each of his thrusts.

„Look at these, ad’ika, such beautiful tits, my pret- pretty girl, pretty girl with the- Wanna see those tits bounce while you ride my cock, I-“, he takes a shuddering breath and speeds up a little more, all concerns about hurting you forgotten now, „look at yourself, these fucking tits I swear- swear to… I’m close, I wanna- I wanna come all over them, mesh’la, tell me again like you did earlier you’ll let me come on your tits, I wanna-“

You open your throat and relax as much as it’s possible, taking him almost all the way, until your mouth almost meets his base, before pulling off and using the wetness of your own spit to jerk him off.

„Of course baby, come on, come all over me, I wanna lick it all off my-“

That does it, and with a raw cry, he shoots white hot ropes all over your chest, calling out your name and countless variations of curses. You watch it, wide-eyed, your hand between your legs slowing down, not because you’re finished but because you want to enjoy the spectacle without any distractions.

When the tremor in his thighs calms, Wrecker opens his eyes again and beams at you like you hung a sun up in the ever-grey sky of Kaminoa. You grin back up at him.

„Well, that was…,“ you don’t even know what to call it. Intense? Fantastic? A wild fucking ride through the wonderland of orgams?

„That was great!“ he shouts enthusiastically, before bending down and pulling you up like you weigh nothing. Even standing up you barely reach the height of his broad chest. You smile and, never breaking eye contact with him, dip your fingers into the mess on your chest before slowly licking them clean.

He stares at you, mesmerised, then shakes his head and murmurs, more to himself than to you, „Fucking incredible.“

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ad’ika – little one (I use it as a pet name, it is not in any way shape or form meant to refer to a child!) mesh’la – beautiful ┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

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꧁༻✦༺ Ad'ika (5) ༻✦༺꧂

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Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 2.8k CW: Praise for everyone, you ride him (bc wrecker is a sweet bottom), hella dirty talk, graphic descriptions of the sheer size of his cock, tiny bit of cockwarming if you squint, cumplay, someone else finds you in Wreckers bed naked

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Chapter 5 - Endings Beginnings

„You ready for the real thing, ad’ika?“

You resist the urge to cover yourself up under his intense gaze. Not like he hasn’t already seen everything, is it. Your voice scratches when you try to speak.

„I… I think so.“

Your brain is still a bit fuzzy from the orgasm, but you manage to look up at Wrecker, whose eyes are focused on where you’re dripping onto the table. His pupils are blown wide and he’s breathing much heavier than he should be. You want to remember this moment forever and ever, the way he looks at you, gaping open from his fingers… You think if you touched yourself right now you would cum again within seconds. The things this man does to you by simply being.

„Oh mesh’la.“ His voice is almost as rough as yours even though he’s not the one who was screaming a minute ago. „Look at the mess you made.“

„I’m sorry-“

„Don’t… don’t worry about it I just-,“ he gently lifts you off the table, „I just didn’t- Maker you’re so fucking wet.“

You look down at your feet, not able to meet his eyes. You’re not shy, but this has been an intense first meeting if you’re being honest. You can feel your release inching down your thighs and press your legs together.

„I‘m not…“ he sounds a bit self-conscious, „I’m not judging you, little one. This is just… you’re incredible, I hope you know that. Look at it leaking down your… you should… try to keep it all right where it is, make it easier for me to…“

His sheepish kindness soothes the awkwardness that has settled over you, but it also makes your heart ache. He, who risks his life every day, who never had a choice and still does what needs to be done with courage and heart, he compliments you? Just because he managed to make you come so hard?

„It’s all because of you,“ you say, your voice gentle like a Naboo breeze. „It’s all you baby, you’re so good to me. You know… you know just what I want, I don’t know how. You’re amazing. Never let anyone tell you otherwise.“

His good eye softens and his voice almost breaks when he pulls you closer to him, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear while his hands roam over your body, squeezing your ass, pulling on your thighs as if to pry them apart even though he just told you to keep your legs together.

You press yourself to him, your limbs still feeling a bit like jelly, and let your hands wander to his waistband.

Slipping your fingers inside his underwear, you take his already hard cock into your hand and slowly, very gently run your nails down his length. He groans at that, his cock twitching and his hips rocking forward ever so slightly.

„Ad’ika…“

The urgency in his voice would make you sink to your knees again, except he promised you he’d fuck you for real. And that promise is just enough to stop you from taking him into your mouth again like you want to, the promise of him filling you up so completely makes you utterly desperate.

‚You’re gonna look even better impaled on my cock, ad’ika‘ his words from earlier resound in your brain. You try to stifle a low moan, continuing to ghost your touches along his length while he looks down at you. But of course, he hears you.

„You okay, little one?“ he enquires.

„Yeah, yeah, just… thinking about what you said earlier.“

„I didn’t- I didn’t mean to scare you, I was jus-“

You smirk when you realise he thinks you changed your mind while touching him. As if I could ever pass up this opportunity.

„No, Wreck, baby, not… not like that. Thinking about it in a good way,“ you feel your lower muscles tightening around nothing, and a wave of arousal sweeps through your body at the thought of being filled up by him, „in a very good way.“

„What were you thinking about?“

„Just… uhh, what you said about…“ you clear your throat, „impaling me on your cock.“

He chokes slightly, going rigid under your touch, his muscles tensing. When he regains some of his composure, his eyes are impossibly dark and his voice rougher, deeper than it has any right to be.

„You liked that, little one?“

„I did,“ you admit quietly.

His laugh rumbles through his chest, making you shake with how close you’re pressed against him.

„Oh, mesh’la, all the people in the galaxy and I stumble across you.“

He holds you an arms length away, your hand leaving his hard cock only because it has to. He looks at your naked form and commands you.

„Go lay down on my bed, mesh’la.“

You can’t help but follow his orders, he looks so imposing. Even now that you’re getting to know his sunshine personality, his height and size still making him look intimidating as hell.

Slowly, you move over towards the bed, making an effort to have your hips sway, putting on a show for him because you can feel him watching you from behind. You’re glad his bed is not a bunk bed, because as hard as you’re tyring right now to look good, you would’ve probably hit your head on it. You think they also might have made the frame a little broader so Wrecker could fit comfortably in it. Part of your brain wonders if the Kaminoans were nice enough to accomodate for that or if he and his brothers had to do it themselves. Probably the latter.

You turn around, sitting down on the bed in an orderly fashion.

„Look at you, ad’ika. Putting on a show for me, such a good girl.“

You can’t help but smile at his praise, by the gods he is a quick learner. When he walks over towards you, you can’t help but think that his gait looks smoother, more like a Nexu on the prowl than you would’ve ever thought possible for his broad frame. He seems more like a battering ram type of person, but this walk… You get even wetter watching him approach you like that.

When he comes to a stop next to the bed, you look up at him with big eyes, your hand twitching to move between your legs again and ease some of the pressure.

„None of that now, ad’ika,“ Wrecker reprimands you while he starts taking off his shirt.

You realise you’ve never actually seen his bare chest when your eyes meet the broad, tan expanse of his skin, littered with scars but so beautiful, so strong. Your mouth almost starts to water, you think you would like to lick his defined muscles and you could die a happy woman. Then he pulls down his trousers and underwear and even though you’ve seen his lower half before, you have to swallow thickly. Taking it all in is almost too much. How does anyone look like that? His thick thighs ripple with the movement of his muscles when he takes a step forwards and half-kneels on the bed.

He pulls your legs up to make you lay down on the mattress, hovering over you. Betraying his predatory body language, his voice sounds almost concerned when he asks you,

„You okay, ad’ika?“

You nod weakly, and when he doesn’t move, confirm once more,

„Yes. I’m okay Wrecker, I promise.“

To spur him on, you pull him down for a kiss. It starts out slow, but deep and powerful, getting more heated by the second until you’re gasping into him.

„Come on baby, I want your cock, I- want it so bad, please, give me… fuck me Wreck, I wan-“

Your breath is knocked out of you when he groans and without further warning lines himself up, pushing into you just a little, slower than you ever thought possible. He shudders, and you can tell that it takes all his strength not to go too fast.

„Can you take a little more, ad’ika?“

You nod fervently, trying to grind against him and make him go faster, but he keeps up the punishingly slow pace. A delicious burn spreads through you as you feel yourself being filled with his almost unbelievable size and girth.

„Give me-“ you pant, „give me more baby, I wanna take all of you, feel you so deep inside me I-“

His words make him go fractionally faster. You cry out, but before he can stop, you gasp out,

„No, keep going, keep going.“

And so he does, pushing on until you can’t take anymore. There’s a part of his cock that just doesn’t seem to fit inside you, no matter how hard you try to relax and take him, and you have an irrational desire to fit him entirely, the thought of it consuming you while he seats himself deeply inside your wet cunt.

„It’s okay, ad’ika, you’re doin‘ so good… Good girl, taking me so well, ’s like you were made for me, my perfect little mesh’la… Look at you takin‘ my huge cock like it’s all you were made for, look so good split open by me… Tell me you want more-“

„I want more!“ you gasp out instantly.

„Say you want to take all of it, ad’ika, tell me-“

„I want all of you, baby, give me all of it, please Wreck…“

„Good girl, takin‘ my orders and my cock so well, good fucking girl-“

His praises make your blood sing and you clench around him, so hard he moans out and his hips rock forward into you even though there’s nowhere more for him to go.

„Mesh’la you’re so tight already, you wanna kill me with that pretty cunt of yours? If you keep doin‘ that I won’t last two seconds and you- you deserve better than that, I wanna make you feel it in the morning, want you to remember who fucked you so good you’re still exhausted from it, wan-“

„I wanna ride you,“ you interrupt him, regretting your choice to interrupt his dirty litany immediately but the thought comes to you with such urgency that you can’t keep it to yourself.

His mouth hangs open at that, his biceps on either side of your head tremble sightly, and you know it’s not because his strength is giving in.

„You wanna-“

„I wanna ride you, baby,“ you repeat, putting a hand to his chest to gently push him backwards. If he resisted, there wouldn’t be a thing you could do do move him, but he goes along with your direction, pushing himself back onto his heels while simultaneously lifting you off the bed and onto his lap, so his cock never entirely leaves your tight heat.

You rest your knees on either side of his hips while he lays back, keeping yourself elevated just a little, before sinking down and taking him as deeply inside you as you possibly can.

He lets out a noise at that, something between a sharp exhale and a deep rumble and rests his hands on your hips, guiding your movements. You look down to watch in amazement how he disappears inside you, and you feel wetness seeping out of you at the sight of him seated so deeply inside you that you can barely tell where he ends and you begin. The image sears itself into your brain, his thick cock spearing you, splitting you open on him. It’s unlike anything else you’ve ever felt before, an incredible fullness that burrows into your brain and makes any rational thought vanish, because this is all you ever want to feel again.

You lean forward a little, pushing your tits together with your arms and closer to his face, his gaze fixating on them before you start to ride him in earnest. The high, throaty sounds that escape you should probably embarass you, but you can’t find it in you to care, not when you’re being filled so deliciously again and again.

„Fuck, mesh’la-“ Wrecker groans underneath you, „look at these pretty tits, bouncing like that while you ride me, you should- should have to- fuck, I never- you’re taking me so well, little one, look at how I fill you up, so deep inside you, just- my ad’ika being split in half by my cock, good gi-“

You hoarsely gasp out his name and push down harder, ignoring the blissful burn, until finally – finally – you can feel the patch of his dark pubic hair against your pelvis and the thought runs through your head again and again and again while you grind yourself against him: I’ve done it, I’m taking him, taking him, taking-

„Fill you up so good, ad’ika, you’re gonna think of me for days, think of this moment, impaling yourself on me, splitting yourself op- taking me so well, pretty girl. I’m gonna-“

From his lying position, he bucks up into you when you clench down hard around him, sheathing himself impossibly deeper inside you, his thick length reaching spots you’d never thought possible. You almost think you can feel him in your throat, you feel so full and his endless praises send hot shivers through your whole body.

You lean forward a little more so that your tits graze his chest every time his hands pull you down and at that angle he hits just the right spot, over and over and over again. Then one of his hands sneaks down from your hip to circle around your clit and you’re done for.

You’ve never felt anything like the orgasm that washes over you now, the force of it knocking the air out of your lungs, your brain going fuzzy and warm and then suddenly whitehot and empty, you could swear you almost pass out for a second. And through it all, Wrecker’s rhythm never falters, he keeps pushing you up with his hips and rocking into you even through your all-consuming climax. When the muscles of your cunt finally stop clamping down and your brain clears a little, you can once more hear him humming praises while keeping you upright with his hand and fucking into you mercilessly.

„My good little girl, did so well… So glad I prepped you for this, little one, you’re still gonna feel this, feel the ache of my cock splitting you when you get up in the mornin‘- gonna enjoy ruining you for anyone else, pretty girl, you don’t even… “

„Yes, ruin me,“ you whisper, desperate to hear him say these words again.

His thrusts become more desperate, erratic, and he exhales sharply,

„Pretty girl, ruining yourself for me, cumming all over my fat cock… Can I- can I…“

„Come inside me baby, I wanna feel you fill me up, come-“ you answer his unspoken question and then he does, groaning and rumbling out your name, pumping you full until you can feel his cum leaking out of you with every sloppy thrust.

He falls back entirely, his eyes closing in a blissed out expression, and you lean onto him, resting your chest against his, keeping his cock inside your for just a little while longer. You feel so full and you don’t want to lose that, his softening cock keeping his release in you just for a while, just so your cunt can get used to the thought of being without him again.

Finally, he opens his eyes and looks down at you, grinning like a satisifed lothcat, radiating genuine happiness and content.

„You did so well, little one,“ he says eventually and you shiver, basking in his praise.

You slowly sit up and pull yourself off him, feeling oddly empty as he leaves your cunt. Sitting back, you rest between his legs, hooking yours over his tree trunk sized thighs, perfectly satisfied with him and yourself.

„Look at that,“ he whispers, interrupting your cloud of happiness.

You look down between your legs and you can see his release leaking out of you, staining the bedsheets. He watches in fascination, before sighing and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

„I’d better go get something to clean you up, pretty girl. My vode will never stop teasing me if I don’t get a new sheet before they come back.“

He swings his legs over the bedframe, pushing himself up and traipsing towards the back of the room as you watch his perfect round ass disappear out of sight.

You lean back onto your elbows, closing your eyes and enjoying the softly burning ache inside of you.

The hiss of the doors cuts through your blissful thoughts and without looking, you say,

„Already back to clean up the mess you made in me, Wreck?“

„Wrong name, sweetheart.“

Your eyes fly open when you hear the unfamiliar voice that definitely doesn’t belong to Wrecker.

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ad’ika – little one (I use it as a pet name, it is not in any way shape or form meant to refer to a child!) mesh’la – beautiful ┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

#galawrites #galactic graffiti masterlist #wrecker fic #wrecker smut #tbb wrecker #wrecker the bad batch #wrecker #adika

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꧁༻✦༺ Ad'ika (6) ༻✦༺꧂

!!! NSFW/18+ !!!

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 4.5k CW: Accidental voyeurism, consensual voyeurism, Hunter asks to watch and is rewarded, Hunter can sense how wet and turned on you are, oral and penetrative sex (but not at the same time, Hunter only watches), loads of dirty talk bc that's how I roll, a little softness and cuddles at the end

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Chapter 6 - The Ruffian on the Stairs

Your eyes feel like they’re going to leave their sockets as you grab the sheet in your panic and pull it up to cover your exposed body, while simultaneously standing up, as if that could make what you just did any less obvious.

You carefully wrap yourself in the sheet before turning around to face the stranger in the doorway and… gods fucking dammit kriffing fucking bantha shit fuck. This man is HOT.

He’s a clone. And like Wrecker, he doesn’t look like any clone you’ve ever seen. Unlike Wrecker though, he’s not tall and broad and boxy and packed with muscle. Instead he’s more slender, athletic, muscular in a lean way, nonetheless with broad shoulders. His long hair – a long haired soldier what the hell – is being held back by a dark red bandana. What’s most memorable about him though, is the skull tattoo that covers the entire left side of his face. You can’t tear your eyes away from him. He’s beautiful.

He leans in the doorway like he doesn’t have a care in the world, his gaze fixated on you, while his entire vibe remains… detached, maybe a little surprised but not overly interested.

Trying your best to keep your cool even though you basically just told this man that Wrecker came inside you, you take a step in his direction and raise an eyebrow.

„And who might you be?“

„I live here,“ he grunts, pushing himself off the wall and stepping closer towards you, „and you’re intruding.“

You almost shrink under his gaze, turning the non-answer in your head and trying to figure out which of Wrecker’s brothers this could be. When you see the way his eyes take in every little thing, the way his touch lingers a little too long on the doorway for it not to mean something more, you decide on,

„So you’re Hunter?“

He seems a bit startled by the fact you know his name – assuming, of course, you guessed right.

„Yes,“ he confirms your suspicions gruffly, „I am. Who are you?“

„Wrecker brought me here to uhhmm…“ your voice trails off as you awkwardly try to think of something to distract him from his question without ever answering it.

„Wrecker brought you here to fuck,“ he says, matter of factly, his nostrils flaring slightly like a predator scenting his prey. „Yeah, I can… smell that.“

Not ‚see‘. Smell. You shiver. Hunter, who can track… well, apparently track fucking everything.

The hiss of doors interrupts your thoughts, Wrecker trotting around the corner with a damp washcloth in his hands, still naked as the day he was born.

„Ad’ika-,“ he starts, before noticing his brother, who by now has gotten almost uncomfortably close into your personal space. You didn’t even notice the slow but steady approach. A flash of… not quite anger, but maybe very strong annoyance flashes across Wrecker‘s features.

„Me’copaani, ori‘vod?“ You’re guessing from Wrecker‘s inflection that it’s a question, but you’re not sure what they’re talking about, although – not trying to give yourself too much credit, but it’s probably about you.

„Naas,“ Hunter answers, still lingering close to you, taking you in in a way that feels… taxing. „Kaysh cuyi mesh’la.“

You recognise one word, mesh’la, that Wrecker had called you before, but you have no idea what it means, although you assume it’s a compliment. Wrecker’s response sounds brusque, at least to your untrained ears,

„Coopani mirshmure’cye, vod?“

Hunter raises his hands as if to appease his brother and takes a couple of steps backwards, away from you.

You just stand there, still clutching the sheet to your chest, and watch the exchange with round eyes. They get more and more heated, Wrecker gesturing wildly, Hunter’s body language telling you of some urgency you can’t quite place. His face is hard to read with the skull tattoo that’s covering it, and you think to yourself, maybe that was his intention.

They’re probably arguing because Wrecker brought me here, you think, your guilty conscience subdueing your earlier confidence as they continue to almost shout at each other. I shouldn’t have intruded.

A wave of tiredness hits you, you yawn and sway a little on your feet and decide to go sit back down. Let them hash it out, they obviously have a reason for not including you in their discussion. You lay down, not noticing how hushed their voices become, I’m just resting my eyes for a second, just a second.

When you wake up, there’s no telling how much time has passed, but you think it can’t be more than a couple of minutes, because Wrecker is sitting next to you on the bed, still unclothed, his hand absent-mindedly stroking your naked thigh that’s slipped out from under the cover, while scowling at… Hunter. Hunter, who’s still there, watching you with his intense eyes, following the movement of Wrecker’s hand on your leg.

Abashed, you turn your gaze back to Wrecker, who sighs and rubs a hand over his face.

„My brother…,“ he sighs, seeming to gather his courage. Your sleepy, exhausted brain is still trying to catch on to whatever’s going on as he continues, „my brother has a… request.“

Your confusion only grows as your eyes flick between the two of them.

„If you want me to leave, I’ll just go,“ you say, getting ready to gather up your… actually, where are your clothes? „No problem, I’ll be out of your hair in no time, I’m sorry to have intruded.“

Your last words are clearly directed at Hunter, who seems… oddly awkward? His cheeks are tinted a lovely shade of pink and he can’t seem to look you in the eye.

„Not that kind of request, little one,“ Wrecker sighs again and trails his hand up your side, grazing your breasts over the sheet, sparking a silent alarm in your head. Oh stars, may the maker have mercy. „He… he wants to watch.“

Oh. Not quite where you expected this to go when you thought you’d figured it out, but that’s just as well. You’re not sure you wouldn’t have exploded on the spot had Hunter asked to actually join you. Your last working braincell is still lagging far behind what your mind has comprehended, so you just lie there, propped up on your elbows, mouth a little agape and trying to wrap your head around this absurd situation.

„He wants… to watch,“ you finally repeat slowly, your voice raspy with sleep.

„I told him not to ask you, but he wouldn’t… wouldn’t take no for an answer, not from me, said he had to hear you say it.“

Wrecker looks annoyed, but when his eyes turn to you, you read nothing but concern in them. He’s so afraid of fucking this up. But… if he’s so scared, why is he asking me at all?

And then the realisation hits you like a fucking railspeeder. Hunter must be the leader of the squad. Military organisation is all these men have ever known. Even if they’re a bit more… unconventional than the regular clones, these structures are what they are used to. Especially with the Mandalorian influences on their upbringing, it would make sense for Wrecker to feel a sense of obligation towards his brother who is also – you assume – his commander.

You realise you’ve been lost in your thoughts for a while when Wrecker directly adresses you again.

„Mesh’la, it’s fine if you don’t want to do that. I told you, I never wanna make you uncomfortable, I’m just-“

„Yeah, okay,“ you cut him off, almost surprising yourself. You look at Hunter, who seems to straighten up under your gaze, red blooming on his cheeks once more even though he tries so hard to look nonchalant. He finally returns your glance with a heat that almost knocks the wind out of you.

„Okay?“ Wrecker sounds incredulous.

„Yes, okay.“ you reaffirm, still looking at his brother, trying to gauge his reaction before looking back at Wrecker. „Hunter can watch. If that’s also what you want, baby. I know you care so much about me, but please don’t forget about yourself, you-“

You stop yourself when Wrecker awkwardly runs his hand over his scalp, a lopsided grin flashing over his face.

„You’ve done this before,“ you observe matter-of-factly. Wrecker smiles sheepishly down at you.

„Yeah, ad’ika. Although, usually I’m the one who watches.“

You huff, an expression of disbelief more than anything else. That may explain the earlier annoyance you thought you’d seen in Wrecker. He was afraid Hunter was gonna take you away from him. The things these men do to me. Stars, they’re gonna be the death of me.

„Very well then,“ you say as you sit up, letting the sheet slide off your shoulders and pushing your chest forward to present your naked body to Hunter. If you’re gonna do this, you’re gonna do it right. Wrecker stands up, his already half-hard cock right at your eyelevel. You ask him:

„What do you want me to do, baby?“

The voice that answers isn’t the one you expect.

„Ceta, cyar’ika,“ Hunter’s gravelly tone commands you to sit up straighter even though you don’t know what he’s saying. When you do nothing else, he repeats himself in Basic. „Kneel, sweetheart. I wanna see you choke on his cock.“

As if you weren’t turned on by this whole situation already, you think if you wore panties right now you would have flooded them at Hunter’s words. Unclothed as you are, you can feel your own slick mixed with Wrecker’s release pooling between your thighs.

How the FUCK do they keep guessing all of my kinks? Can they read minds? Mine? Each other’s? How do they KNOW? How do they know the words to make me unravel like this?

You let the sheet slide off of you competely as you get up and take a step forward to stand before Wrecker, before sinking down to your knees. If the boys want a show, you’re sure as fuck going to give them one. You spread your thighs a little so you can rest on them comfortably, just for a while before you really have to get to work. You want to make sure your whole body is in view for Hunter, whose gaze never once seems to leave you. As you position yourself, you can feel your wetness inching downwards, and Hunter raises an eyebrow, his nostrils flaring ever so slightly once again.

„Already so wet, cyar’ika? That didn’t take much at all, might explain why you were actually able to take his cock so well, eh vod,“ a lazy smile ghosts over Hunter’s lips, but the strain in his voice betrays him – the electricity of excitement seems to crackle through him like it does through you.

You glance over at him, locking eyes with him as you trail your hands up Wrecker’s thigh, eventually closing your fist around his length as well as you can manage, slowly moving your hand up and down. You can feel Wrecker looking at you, watching you look away on purpose; watching you look at his brother because you feel the need to remind Wrecker that you agreed to do this, and that you’re conscious of your choice.

When you finally tear your eyes away from Hunter to look up at Wrecker, you smile your sweetest smile before opening your mouth and softly licking at the tip of his cock. He moans in response, his hips stuttering forward a bit, but he doesn’t say anything, which seems… unusual.

„Good girl,“ a voice beside you praises and you realise that Wrecker is letting his vod take over. Hunter is used to being the leader, that seems to apply to situations like this as well. Encouraged by his praise, you sit up on your heels and try to relax your throat to take Wrecker down deeper. His hand comes down to rest on your head, but he doesn’t push you forward. You carefully bob your head, testing your own limitations.

„Take him deeper,“ Hunter commands and you hear something clattering to your left. You risk a glance away from the man in front of you and see Hunter standing there, leaning back against the wall, his discarded codpiece on the floor next to him. His hand is in his blacks, stroking up and down his own length while his eyes focus on the way your lips close around Wrecker’s cock.

You hum softly around Wrecker, then hollow your cheeks and suck him in deeper, swirling your tongue around him to the best of your abilities, trying your hardest to make this worthwhile for all of you.

Wrecker groans out, he bucks forward and unexpectedly hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag. Your eyes to water as you try to pull off of him, but Wrecker keeps you from releasing his cock, holding your head in place with just the slightest bit of pressure.

„Two taps,“ he leans down and whispers, and you blink up at him, remembering the rules you’d established earlier. Two taps and he’ll let you go, you can trust him to do that. You nod ever so slightly and he straightens up again.

„Said I wanted to see you choke,“ a raspy voice interrupts the both of you. „You’re doing so well, cyar’ika, don’t disappoint me now. I know you can do it if you try hard enough, can’t you?“

His voice is teasing and light, but there’s a hidden darkness, something that lets you know he will actually be very disappointed if you give up so easily. You shiver at the thought, I can’t disappoint him. I want him to be proud of me. That thought sends heat down your spine, your abdominal muscles contracting and you hear a low chuckle from Hunter.

„Ooh, she liked that. I can smell it, just like I could smell the two of you fucking from a mile away. Did you really think you could hide her from me, vod? I would’ve known and you would’ve deprived me of the show… some brother you are.“

„Fuck you,“ Wrecker grumbles.

„Oh, I’d say she has me covered in that department,“ Hunter seems greatly amused for his standards. He adresses you directly once more. „Come on, cyar’ika, give me a good show. Touch yourself for me, little one.“

His words make you shudder, and you look up at Wrecker with pleading eyes. Hunter is the one calling the shots, but you feel the need to make sure Wrecker is still okay with everything that’s going on. You may enjoy being watched, but you’re Wrecker’s first and foremost and you’d never want him to think otherwise.

His nose crinkles at your look, a warmth in his eyes reminding you why you like him so much. He inclines his head by the tiniest degree, so slight you think Hunter may not even have noticed if he wasn’t who he is.

„How touching,“ Hunter says, the words sour but there’s no malice behind them. You only sense fondness and maybe a bit of… surprise? You’ll figure it out later.

With Wrecker’s go-ahead, you feel comfortable really getting started. Hunter wants a show, Wrecker is getting the absolute best out of it and you are getting off on their pleasure. No reason to hold back now.

You sneak your left hand between your thighs, lightly pressing your fingers against your clit and hissing when you’re reminded of the ache between your thighs that comes from Wrecker burying himself inside you earlier. Using your fingers just to let off some steam more than working towards a goal, you take a deep breath, relax your throat and take Wrecker as deep as you’re able to, swirling your tongue around his length as best you can, although he fills your mouth almost completely, while your fingers gently circle around your clit.

„Fuck cyare, who taught you how to suck cock like that,“ Hunter groans. „Come on, just a little more…“

You look over to him without turning your head and see his hand moving faster inside his blacks, his eyes focused on your throat.

His intense gaze makes you remove your hand from your cunt, your fingers soaked in your slick. You bring your hand up to your throat, lightly touching it as you swallow Wrecker’s cock even deeper and you swear you could almost come without any other stimulation as you feel the strain of his length through the skin of your throat.

You pull back a little, just to get some space to manoeuvre, closing your free hand that’s been resting on Wrecker’s thick thigh around the part of his cock you can’t take, stroking him while you lick along the vein that runs along the side of Wrecker’s cock. He shudders and thrusts forward into you, slotting himself back into place.

„Can you take all of him, cyar’ika?“ Hunter asks, his voice husky and even darker than before, not really expecting a reply.

„Her cunt can,“ Wrecker answers, and you clench around nothing at the memory of his hips snapping into you and the sight when you looked down, of yourself being split open on him. You love sucking cock, but right now, you want more. You’re sore and empty, but you need that feeling again, the pride of being able to take all of him inside you and you know you won’t be able to do that like this, not down your throat, not without training yourself to.

You give Wrecker some gratuitous swirls with your tongue, then you slowly start to pull back, tapping his thigh two times so he’ll let you go. He eases his grip in your hair immediately, and you pull off of him with a wet pop, saliva dripping down your chin.

„I want you to fuck me, Wreck,“ you say, and your voice comes out desperate, high and needy. You’re so out of breath and you didn’t even realise before you tried to speak. „I want you to fuck me while he watches, I need to feel you fill me up again, I-“

Wrecker yanks you up to your feet, grabbing your ass with his impossibly large hands while pulling you closer to him and leaning down to kiss you. He finds that he doesn’t mind the taste of himself on your lips at all. You hop onto him, crossing your ankles behind his waist, resting your hands on his broad shoulders and licking into his mouth with ardent desire.

His tongue pushes into your mouth, your teeth clatter together; it’s not pretty but it feels so good that you don’t mind, not even with an audience.

When he breaks your kiss, it’s to look over at Hunter, whose hand has stilled around his cock.

„Your decision, vod,“ Wrecker says, and Hunter nods.

„Bend her over the table.“

White, wet-hot excitement shoots down your spine when Wrecker turns and carries you over to the table, gently kissing you before he pries you loose, spinning you around in the process and gently pressing your upper half down until your torso is laying flat on the table.

When Wrecker crowds you from behind, kicking your feet apart to spread your legs wider though, you straighten up a bit and bite your lip.

„What is it, ad’ika?“ Wrecker asks softly, running his hands down your sides and resting them on your hips. „Somethin‘ wrong?“

Unsure of yourself, you look at Hunter, who’s still leaning where he stood before but has turned to face you. You nervously try to find the right words, words that make clear what you need without ruining the fun he’s having.

„Out with it, cyare,“ Hunter says, his sharp words softened by the way he’s looking at you.

„Can- uhh.. can Wrecker talk to me?“ you look down, hoping you haven’t disappointed them with your request. Your eyes flick back up when Hunter starts to laugh.

„Of course he can, if that’s what you need, sweetheart.“

You sigh, relieved that Hunter doesn’t seem to take it personally that you need more from this interaction than just him watching. Then you see the way he’s looking at his brother, questioning and almost kind of… proud?

„You uhh…,“ you feel Wrecker shift behind you, „you taught me well, vod. She seems to like it a lot.“

Oh. Oh, that makes so much sense. If Wrecker is usually the one watching, it would make sense that he takes over mannerisms from Hunter, especially since he seems to look up to him. Also explains where he learned to talk like that.

„Apparently a little too well,“ you think you hear Hunter murmur, but you get distracted when Wrecker slides his hands between your legs from behind, burying two thick fingers in you without a warning.

You cry out, half out of pleasure and half of surprise, but it turns into a moan when Wrecker leans over you so he’s almost laying on top of you and kisses the side of your neck while slowly continuing to fuck you with his fingers.

„Tell me you want my cock, ad’ika,“ he murmurs into your skin, leaving little love bites along his way down your spine.

„P-please Wreck, I want your cock, I need- I need it, baby,“ you gasp when he curls his fingers inside you just right and sparks shoot through your whole body. You hear a choked moan to your left and Hunter commands,

„Beg him for it, sweetheart, I want you to really mean it, come on,“ his hand is in his blacks again, but you can’t watch too closely because Wrecker’s hand is keeping you pressed down close to the table.

„Tell me, ad’ika, tell me you wanna be filled up by me again, tell me you don’t mind my vod watching… Say you enjoy being my little slut, letting yourself get filled in front of a- front of a whole audience, come on little one,“ Wrecker presses.

„Please, Wreck, I need you t-to… need you to fill me up like you did before, have to feel you inside me, please-,“ a tear rolls down your cheek and you feel yourself growing desperate, the slow pace at which Wrecker is going equal parts infuriating and exciting you. „p-please baby, I need your- don’t wanna come around your fingers, I wanna come on your huge cock, please, Wrecker-“

Your monologue is interrupted when Wrecker pulls his fingers out of you. You can feel him shuffling behind you, Hunter’s strained breaths to your left growing a little faster, and then you feel the tip of Wrecker’s cock pressing into you.

You moan out his name, and he grumbles, holding you still when you try to rock backwards.

„Patience, little one. You did so good earlier, rode me so well… Don’t wanna hurt you now, even if I fucked you open earlier- you’re… you’re so tight, ad’ika, I- I don’t-“

His hands dig into the flash of your ass, pulling on you in a way that would be painful if you didn’t know he needs this to keep from splitting you open in an instant. Wrecker slowly pushes forwards while you arch your back as much as you can while being pushed down. Never once do you forget that Hunter is watching.

„Come on, mesh’la, I know you can take me, you did it earlier- was so… so beautiful, pretty girl fucking herself on my cock, just let g-go, let go little one, lemme… take care of you, ad’ika, wanna fuck you open ’n lay you out, show you off to my vod…“

Wrecker presses on and then suddenly, his cock hits something devastating inside you. You cry out nonsensical words, mixed with variations of „Yes, right there“ and you never want him to stop.

Encouraged by your wild rambling, he starts to pull out and push back in, speeding up a little with every thrust, hitting just the right spots every fucking time while praising you endlessly, how well you’re taking him, how good you’re doing, so beautiful being fucked open by him, letting yourself be railed and absolutlely fucking ruined in front of his brother. It never seems to stop and the flame inside you grows brighter and hotter every time he slams into you. But it’s not enough, not quite enough to push you over the edge yet, until a raspy voice reaches you through your almost delirious state.

„Come on, cyar’ika, scream my name while you come around his cock,“ Hunter gasps out, and you do, of course you do because it’s him and it’s Wrecker and what else could you do. While the walls of your cunt contract around Wrecker’s thick cock, you scream out Hunter’s name, again and again until your throat is raw and there’s nothing more you can give.

„Good girl, screaming my brother’s name when he asks you to even though he’s not- not the one giving it to you good, is he, ad’ika?“ Wrecker groans out. „Who’s splitting you open, tell me, tell him who fucks you so good you forget your own n-name, little one, tell him-“

„You are!“ you cry out, exhausted, overstimulated, the sound of Wrecker’s cock slamming into your wet cunt turning you on although you’re so fucking tired, „You are, Wreck, no one else- no one else could ever- fuck, baby, come on, come inside me baby, fill me up unt- until I-“

Wrecker’s rhythm falters, he groans and it takes one, two, three more thrusts and you feel him swell up inside you, filling you to the brim with his release, until you feel impossibly full and it starts to leak out of you even though his cock is still sealing you up.

Exhausted, you sag against the table, while Wrecker’s impossible weight collapses on top of you. Only a moment later, but it feels like forever, he moves to pull out of you and you can feel more of his cum trickle down your thighs.

„Oh, mesh’la“, you hear the two of them whisper in unison. You’ll have to ask them what that means.

„You did so well, ad’ika,“ Wrecker murmurs in your ear before straightening, scooping you up and carrying you over to his bed. You twist your neck to look back at Hunter, who’s leaning back against the wall, a big patch of wetness visible on the fabric of his blacks and you smile proudly. You did that. Well, kind of. Wrecker lays you down gently, covering you up with the sheet.

„Will you join me?“ you murmur sleepily, blinking up at him.

„In a second, little one,“ he says, then turns around and disappears from your sight. You hear soft whispers in the strange yet familiar language, almost drifting to sleep, before a hand on your cheek causes you to stir awake once more.

Hunter sits next to you, his strong hand cupping your face.

„Vor entye, mesh’la,“ he says. „Thank you, sweet girl.“

„Mhmmm ’r welcome. M’be you could… could join us sometime,“ you slur and close your eyes again, sleep taking you into its loving arms.

Hunter gets up and looks at Wrecker, who’s put on some underwear and is watching you cuddle into his bed. When he sees the soft affection with which his brother regards you, Hunter decides to leave for the night. He’ll keep the others out, too, they’ll find somewhere else to rest, just for tonight. Wrecker deserves this, so much. He’s never looked happier than he does now, smiling gently at the way you huff through your mouth quietly, murmuring his name in your sleep.

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ad’ika– little one me’copaani, ori‘vod? – what do you want, older brother? naas – nothing kaysh cuyi mesh’la – she is beautiful Copaani mirshmure’cye, vod? – You wanna catch these hands bro (literally, I *think* it’s about „You want your brain kissed“ which is fucking hilarious) Ceta, cyar’ika – Kneel, sweetheart Vor entye – Thank you ┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

#galawrites #galactic graffiti masterlist #wrecker fic #wrecker smut #tbb wrecker #wrecker the bad batch #wrecker #adika

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꧁༻✦༺ Ad'ika (8) ༻✦༺꧂

!!! NSFW/18+ !!!

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 3.5k CW: some anger/discrimination against enhanced clones in the beginning, oral sex (female receiving), Wrecker wants you to sit on his face so he makes it happen, oral as prep, surprisingly little dirty talk because... Wrecker's mouth is busy, but I promise there'll be plenty next chapter

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Chapter 8 - Is This Seat Taken?

He‘s waiting for you when your ship returns to the hangar in Kamino.

You don’t know how he knows, you never told him which legion you were with or what mission you were on. You hadn’t even known for sure you were returning to Kamino until this morning, but the 117th seems to want to absorb you into their ranks, and so you’ve stuck with them all the way back here.

„You have softer hands than our usual medic,“ Carmine had joked when you’d patched him up on the last mission, but you’d just chuckled and thought you’d probably be gone by the time the next orders came in. Yet, here you were, and it didn’t look like they were trying to get rid of you.

He’s waiting for you, and your heart seems to want to gallop out of your chest when you see him. Wrecker is wearing his armour but no helmet, and a smile that could light up the whole galaxy spreads over his face when he sees you walk down the ramp of the ship.

You can hardly hold back from breaking into a sprint, but you don’t know how fond he is of public displays of affection, especially in front of the „regs“.

But when he spreads his arms, you just start running, feeling a little like you’re in one of those cheesy holovids. However, you don’t want to spend another second not touching him. When you get to him, he just picks you up out of your momentum, lifting you and swinging you around like you weigh no more than a puppet. You scream blithely before he pulls you closer to him, wrapping his strong arms around you and burying his nose in the crook of your neck.

„Welcome back, little one,“ he rumbles, and you think you could cry from the happiness that washes over you.

„Hi Wrecker,“ you answer quietly, lifting up your hand to cup the side of his face that’s covered by web of scars. A new slash has been added to his collection, right across the bridge of his nose, and you gently kiss it, then pause so he’ll have time to pull back if he doesn’t want to kiss you in public.

He doesn’t even hesitate, closing the distance between your mouths in a second until finally, finally his lips are on yours and you think you may never produce a coherent thought again if he keeps kissing you like that.

You missed everything about him, the way he lights up the room, his deep rumbling voice, the enthusiasm with which he kisses you, his thick arms holding you so tightly and safely. He kisses you like you haven’t been gone a week but a year instead, and your answer is just as eager, quietly moaning into his mouth and grabbing whatever plate of armour you can get your hands on.

When he moves his hands down your backside to cup your ass, the two of you are interrupted by some wolf whistles around you, someone murmuring some barely audible Mando’a words, and Wrecker breaks the kiss.

„Di’kute,“ he hisses when Coil and Brass pass by you, whispering and shooting you weird looks.

„Hey baar’ur, you sure this is the clone you wanna go with? Thousands of us and you choose the one with the ugliest mug,“ someone shouts across the hangar bay, earning some laughs from those around him.

„Fuck you,“ you call back, not even looking away from Wrecker. You gently touch his face, but he pushes your hand away and sets you down on the floor, stepping in front of you. When he takes a menacing step towards the group of clones that the shout must have come from, you take his hand.

„Come on,“ you urge him, not wanting this to escalate into a full-scale fight. „Come on, Wreck, let’s go. Who cares what they think?“

„I do,“ he growls and takes another step towards the group. You grip his hand tighter, trying to hold him back – not that you could do anything against his brute strength. „Fucking idiots, whistling after you, talking fucking bantha shit-“

You stand in front of him, staring up until he lowers his chin and looks down at you.

„Come on,“ you say again. „I’m finally back here, with you, and I don’t want to waste another second with these mudscuffers when I could just… be with you. Okay?“

The wild expression in his good eye softens somewhat and he nods.

„‘kay, ad’ika. But only because you asked me to,“ he says and turns around, taking your small hand into his big one and strolling out of the hangar like he wasn’t getting ready to annihilate some regs barely ten seconds ago.

Spears looks at the two of you when you pass him, pensively but not judgingly, you think.

„Duraani, burc’ya?“ Wrecker snarls, and Spears backs away a little, looking at you, and when you nod, he turns around and starts barking orders at his men.

„I’ll see you tomorrow, baar’ur,“ he shouts after you when you walk on, Wrecker’s hand in yours.

„Yessir!“ you say and salute, half mockingly. Spears lifts an eyebrow, then sighs and turns back around.

Wrecker and you turn a corner out of the hangar and you’re suddenly swept off your feet, carried bridal style.

„Who you callin‘ Sir, ad’ika,“ Wrecker growls into your ear and you laugh, amused by his showing off.

„No one,“ you say innocently, although your heart is hammering. „Just… my commanding officer? Like I’m supposed to, you know?“

„Hmmm,“ he looks at you thoughtfully, then he suddenly smiles and the world seems alright again.

You run your hand over his armoured chest, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

„Wrecker?“

„Yes, ad’ika?“

„Will you take me to bed?“

He huffs and walks faster, still carrying you as though you weigh no more than his missing helmet.

„Where do you think I’m headed, mesh’la?“

You smile, your heart beating faster until your whole body is thrumming with energy. You feel like you pricked yourself on one of those electric fences they have on Saleucami to keep the predators away from their farms, the blood in your veins running hot.

„Are you… will we have the room to ourselves?“ you bite your lip.

„Yeah, pretty girl. Tech is still in the medical wing although he’s doin‘ better. Hunter and Crosshair have agreed to stay out of our way for tonight.“

He makes a sharp turn and the corridor starts to look somewhat familiar. You could be totally wrong though, everything looks the same on Kamino. But then he turns right and left and left again and you hear the hiss of the doors when they slide open and then you’re inside the quarters he shares with his brothers. He gently sets you down on the floor but you stand as close to him as you can.

„Hey Wreck,“ you say, „I’ve been wondering… How come there’s only four of you? Like, you said you were enhanced but like… where is the rest of your squad?“

„I dunno,“ he says, scratching his head, „it’s only ever been us four. Never thought to ask, I guess. We like it this way. Just the four of us, the bad batch.“

„The… the bad batch?“ you repeat, shifting your weight to one leg to look up at him.

„Yeah, ’s what we call ourselves. I think technically we’re supposed to be Clone Force 99 but no one calls us that.“

You nod slowly. The Bad Batch. Has a nice ring to it.

„Will I… can I meet the others some time?“ you ask.

„Sure, if you want to,“ he says, then pulls you closer to him again. „But tonight, you’re for my eyes only.“

You close your eyes and shiver. I’ve made it back. He’s okay. Your own mission, of course, wasn’t a particularly dangerous one, but from what little he’s told you about himself and his vode, you’re guessing all of their missions are.

„Yours only,“ you confirm and pull yourself up to kiss him again.

He groans into your mouth, the wet slide of his tongue against yours reigniting the fire in your lower stomach that’s been burning on a low simmer ever since your videocall a couple of days ago. You’ve held that tension, not really having time or opportunity to do anything about it, but also because Wrecker implied that he liked the thought of you not touching yourself while you were away.

„Hey Wreck,“ you murmur into his mouth, „I really… really liked that call. A lot.“

He chuckles and runs his hands down your sides, grinning at your involuntary shiver.

„Yeah, me too, ad’ika. I’m glad I asked Tech for help.“

You squeak slightly when he pinches your ass through your layers of clothing.

„Tech? Did you… did you tell him what exactly the modifications were for?“

„Not really, just said I wanted to know how I can send my view through my buy’ce to someone else’s… Think he may have guessed though. Told ya, he’s really smart.“

Your face burns slightly as you think about that, but you have a more important question.

„Could I, uhm, or actually could he… make the same modifications to my helmet? I’d love to… return the favour some time, when I’m off-planet. Or when you’re off-planet, whichever comes next.“

The subject of one of you having to leave again makes your heart feel heavy in your chest, but luckily, Wrecker’s delighted expression distracts you.

„You’d do that for me, ad’ika? I’d never have asked you to but… I mean, yeah, of course. I’ll ask him first thing in the mornin‘!“

His enthusiasm makes you giggle, until his hands ghost along your sides again, pulling up the tunic you changed into for the flight home. You raise your arms to let him lift the garment over your head, leaving you in your breastband and long underwear.

„Oh little one, I’ve missed your tits so fucking much,“ he sighs, his eyes glued on the sliver of skin above the fabric of the band. „Remember, I couldn’t take my eyes off of them first time we met…“

You grin, you remember very well. How far we’ve come in no time at all. For your tastes though, Wrecker is wearing far too much while you’re once again quickly getting closer to naked.

„Can I undress you?“ you ask gently. As hot as it is when he rips his clothes off – or yours for that matter – it doesn’t really work with armour and you can imagine he’d get frustrated having to take off every single piece once this gets truly heated.

He looks at you, not exactly freaked out but… surprised.

„Uhh, yeah?“ he sounds unsure and shrugs when you raise an eyebrow. „Nobody’s ever done that for me before. Putting on armour and taking it off is part of basic training for us, so…“

He trails off and then lets go of you, awkwardly stretching out his arms to the side.

„Sit on your bed, baby,“ you instruct him. You couldn’t reach his shoulders otherwise and that’s where you’ve decided you‘re gonna start, working your way down.

He takes your hand and drags you along with him, pulling you into his lap as soon as he sits down. You straddle him, cradling his face in your hands for a second and kissing the tip of his nose before starting to work your way through the armour:

Carefully, you loosen the shoulder plates and place them next to you, then you slide the vambrace and rerebrace off each arm, down over his gloved hands. You trail your fingers along every expanse of the thin material of his undersuit that is revealed, placing little kisses down his upper arms and along his neck. Wrecker doesn’t move, although you can feel him twitch beneath you; he keeps still to let you undress him. You pull his cuirass over his head, then open his belt to remove the plackart that’s tucked in there until only the standrad issue black undershirt covers his torso. You take a break to pull him in for a passionate kiss, grinding yourself down against his plastoid-covered groin. He growls and pushes his tongue deeper into your mouth, fiddling with his gloves behind your back and tossing them haphazardly into the empty room behind you before impatiently ripping at your breastband until it falls down. He moans at the sight of your bare tits, bringing his hands around you to caress them, and then he leans down to close his lips around your nipple.

You moan loudly and arch your back to push yourself towards him, wetness pooling between your legs and your desperation making you grind down harder against him.

You gasp out curses as he swirls his tongue around the sensitive area, his hands grabbing whatever they can reach until they settle down on your hips, following the way you roll against him.

„Oh, sweet girl, so desperate for me, fuckin- ’s been to fucking long and now you tease me like that… fuck mesh’la, hurry up, I can’t- can’t wait to get my cock inside you, fuck you properly like you deserve it… My pretty girl, touching herself for me during a fuckin‘ mission while watching me get off, I- you got any idea how kriffing hot that was and now you wanna… wanna send video transmissions back, you fucking filthy little girl-“

You cry out his name when his hand sneaks into your underwear, strong fingers pressing against your cunt. When he drags his thumb across your clit, your breathing becomes ragged, but then he’s already pulling his hand back out again, licking his fingers and a new wave of pleasure shoots through you as you watch him.

„Fuck, mesh’la, so kriffing wet already, you really can’t wait to get my cock inside you, can you, little one… So desperate for me, and you taste so good, can’t believe I never fuckin‘… you wanna taste yourself, pretty girl?“

You nod eagerly, getting up only for one second to rip off your underwear before settling down on his right thigh, your wet cunt making filthy noises against the plastoid thigh plate. His slips two fingers into you, then drags them back toward him until they press against your clit and you jerk. He laughs, then lifts his hand up and pushes his soaked fingers against your mouth until you open up to suck on them.

„My pretty girl, such a good little slut for me, takin- takin‘ whatever I give her,“ he murmurs and watches you, mesmerised. Finally, you release his fingers, the taste of yourself lingering on your tongue.

„Fuck Wreck, I need… need to undress you, wanna feel you against me, inside me, please baby, I need you,“ you whimper, and he grabs your waist and drags your forward along his thigh plate, the stimulation against the swollen lips of your cunt not nearly enough.

He kisses you, hard and desperate, then lifts you off his thigh and sets you down on the floor. He stands up to tower over you even before you sink to your knees, taking off his shoes, his greaves and thigh plates, one of it sticky with your own wetness. Finally, you get to his codpiece, unbuckling it and setting it onto the floor next to you, to leave him just in his black boxers, his hard cock forming an impressive tent right at your eye level. As you pull on his underwear though, he beats you to it, tugging his shirt over his head, and your mouth waters as you watch his muscles ripple from the movement, shadows highlighting every ridge seen from your position below him. When you move your hand up to tug down his boxers though, he gently swats your hand away.

„Not now, mesh’la,“ he tells you, softly but insistently. „I have another idea. Get off your knees, little one.“

You stand up immediately, trailing your fingernails over the muscles of his stomach before settling your hands on his narrow waist.

„What do you want me to do, baby?“ you ask innocently, pressing your tits out against his torso. Wrecker groans, his hands coming up to push your breasts together and he licks his lips.

„I want you…“

„Yes?“

„I want you to sit on my face, ad’ika,“ he says and you almost pass out right then and there.

„Fuck Wreck…“ You don’t know what to say. You’ve never done that before, your previous partners never offering and you too nervous to bring it up, afraid to crush them. That, at least, will not be a concern with Wrecker. He glances down at you earnestly and you don’t doubt for once second that he means what he says: He wants you to.

He slowly backs away to lay on the bed, pulling you on top of him.

„Is that… is that an Okay?“ he asks, and you think you can hear a tinge of nervousness.

„Uhh… yeah. Okay,“ you say, the idea quickly growing on you when you imagine him underneath you, the view he’ll have.

„Previous rules still apply, pretty girl, need to make you come at least once before you can take me.“

Right. Right, you’d forgotten about that.

Strong hands cup your ass, lifting you slightly and scooting you up until you hover directly over his face. Fuck, you’ve never felt so exposed.

„What a pretty pussy,“ Wrecker murmurs, and you can feel the warm huffs of breath against your wet cunt when he speaks. A thrill runs down your spine, your nipples hardening and your legs trembling slightly. You decide to ride that wave of excitement before you get too shy, and slowly lower yourself down until you can feel his hot tongue lick into your cunt.

„Oh fuck,“ you curse when he wastes no time, his enormous hands grabbing at your thighs to keep them spread apart, almost certainly leaving fingershaped bruises in their wake.

He licks one broad stripe along your slit, your abdominal muscles tightening with the movement of his hot tongue against you, catching slightly on the small nub of your clit, making you shudder and cry out. Maker, if he keeps on doing that it won’t take any time at all for you to come, which… right now is either the worst or the best thing, you can’t really decide. You really want his cock inside you as fast as humanly possible, but this… you’ve never felt anything like it.

He alternates between strong, broad stripes and little kitten licks, his nose nudging your clit in his excitement, and every moan and noise you make seems to spur him on even more. When he decides to suck on your clit, you almost crash down into him with your entire weight, your eyes rolling back in their sockets and your back arching to press you against his face. You lean forward to brace yourself against the bedframe, cursing when you feel the muscles of your cunt contract.

His low chuckle reverberates through your entire body, goose bumps errupting over the entire surface of your skin and he doubles his efforts, humming into you as he eagerly eats you out like a man starved.

The pleasure keeps building and building, the edges of your vision going a little blurry. You’re out of breath, ready to beg him for anything to push you over the edge.

„Please baby,“ you cry, tears running down your face, „please let me cum Wreck, I gotta- please, I need to cum so I can finally have your cock inside me, I can’t… baby, please I just want to take you, hear you praise me when I take you so well, I’ll be a good girl for you Wreck-“

A noise leaves you, almost a sob, and his fingers dig harder into the flesh of your thighs when your legs start to shake. He lifts you up just the tiniest bit, you look down at him and his good eye is almost black with desire when he whispers into you.

„Come for me, little one, come on, just this once and I’ll fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk for days, ad’ika, everyone- everyone will know whose cock you had in you, I’ll mark you and make you mine so they never- never fucking forget who you belong to-“

His words are the last drop you needed, and the sharp pleasure that’s been lingering just out of reach suddenly crashes into you with full force, your muscles spasming and your cunt contracting around nothing as he licks and sucks through your orgasm.

There’s a noise in the back of your head that you can’t quite identify. It doesn’t let up, and when you come down you realise it’s you, screaming his name over and over again until your throat feels raw.

„Fuck ad’ika, that was… the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Your fucking tits, little one, I swear to the Maker, never seen such perfect kriffing tits, look at you riding my face with them bouncing-“

His voice sounds oddly dulled and you hastily push yourself up when you realise you’ve ground down into his mouth without any regard for his breath. He’s grinning when you scoot back and onto his broad chest, his chin and nose shiny with your slick, licking his lips and seeming very pleased with himself.

„You did so well, pretty girl,“ he praises and you beam at him, none of your insecurity from earlier left. „You wanna go another round?“

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ad’ika – little one (I use it as a pet name, it is not in any way shape or form meant to refer to a child!) mesh’la – beautiful Di’kute – Idiots Baar’ur – Medic Duraani, burc’ya – The fuck do you want [You lookin‘ at me funny, „friend“?] ┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

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