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spiralingemptyness · 8 months

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Clone wars hc

Been lurking on tumblr for a bit (while) and decided to throw my own clone wars hc cause the hyperfixation be hyper fixated (sorry for any spelling errors).

Kit Fisto and Obi-Wan are bffs - They both lose their robes and seem to flirt with anything that walks. meaning they have get togethers and give each other flirting advice.

Jocasta Nu and Admrial Yularen are BAMF, and are severly underrated. you don't get away with hurting someone they care about unpunished.

Rex's first thought of ashoka was "that's a child" followed by "that's a child on a battle field" and then "that's a child on a battle field with no clothes, what the kark".

One of the shinies from Monnk's battalion definitely asked Fisto (while high on pain meds) if he lactates and monnk and fisto lost their shit and couldn't stop laughing for 5 min straight.

Kix (and other medics by default) have tranq/hypo guns for any vode or jedi that try to leave med bay when on bed rest.

Fox and Amidala gossip and constantly talks shit about Palpatine

Kit Fisto Smile Supremacy, this man win's best smile, it never fails to cheer someone up.

Rex definitely twirls his guns before putting them in his holsters when he's done using them

Bly is obviously in love with Aayla, and he tries to hide it (and fails miserably) but he's so respectful about loving her and swooning, that Quinlan couldn't even give him a shovel talk.

the clones were absolutely baffled when they met the jedi's

Wolffe and Fox are twins, they might be at each others throats 90% of the time, but if you talk shit about the one of them, the other won't hesitate to beat your ass.

Monnk says the most off handed shit in a dead pan tone (ex. Monnk: well I'm not gonna live, laugh, love this. Fisto, laughing his ass off: I-I'm Sorry? Monnk: I'm just saying this is gonna be a bitch)

Plo Koon is Plo Buir, He's at least adopted the Wolf Pack and Ashoka

the 501st and Ashoka are siblings

Grey adopted Caleb Dume

The Iron Battalion/13th battalion took one look at Cal and immediately adopted him

Ponds isn't dead (cause fuck canon), he found Boba before his schemes could go off and made him a deal, He helps Boba plan the assassination attempts on Windu (he trust his general won't die, but he gave him more headaches) so there's no casualties, but slowly the attempts stop and now Boba just lives in the 91st venator's vents.

The first time Cody picked up Obi-Wan's lightsaber he thought it was so cool, and now he just wants to glue the damn thing into his hand

Hound spoils Grizzer, he absolutely adores the massif

Jesse make sure Kix is actually taking care of himself, and make sure he's not over working (and when necessary, he uses a hypo to make sure Kix sleeps, cause Kix will hold that over his head and pay him back for it)

Fox and Thorn are opposites but they are really close

The corrie guard has a list of all the good and bad senators

The most forms that Monnk and Cody (and occasionally Ponds) fill out are forms for more robes

Cody's name is Kote (but goes by Cody cause so many nat borns mispronounce it) and Obi-Wan randomly asked if that was his name, and Cody was just utterly shocked

After Umbara, Fox say a very traumatized trooper (it's Dogma) who is facing shitty consequences for doing the right thing and adopts him into the guard

After Kix woke up from his stasis and found artoo's (again, fuck canon) he would stay up on nights he couldn't sleep and watch videos of him and his vode from artoo's memory bank

Clones using their Jedi's lightsaber - Cody using Kenobi's lightsaber after he loses it for the millionth time, Rex using it to back ventress away from ashoka, Fox finding quinlan's in a dumpster (with quinlan in said dumpster)

Hound let's grizzer purposely tackle people when he can easily apprehend them because it's funny or because whoever he's chasing pissed him off and he's petty

Yoda is the ultimate menace (like srs palpitine hates his ass, but yoda -and everyone else- hates him even more)

Yoda still keeps in touch with Rys, Jek, and Thire (mainly Thire) after the treaty or smth

The Corrie found Quinlan Vos in a dumpster and now he won't stop bugging them (expecially Fox)

Fox is a walking encyclopedia of every republic laws, you do one minor thing wrong and he can quote every law you broke, word to word

A trooper (let's call him Sharks) from Fisto and Monnk's battalion can just get a group of sharks to gather around, at every planet, every time, without fail

Plo's disappointed dad sigh can make a separatist army fold into defeat

Kenobi absolutely loathes caf, he hates it with a passion

Each high ranking clone officer has to deal with something of their jedi - Cody has to deal with Kenobi flirting with seperatist and losing his lightsaber, Rex has to deal with his general constantly crashing ships, his batshit crazy plans and his general continuously using the force to throw him, Monnk has to deal with his general randomly "shedding" clothes, and all the clones have to deal with their generals and commanders not wearing armor (Except for Jaro Tapal, HE'S THE ONLY ONE WHO WEARS ARMOR)

Corrie Guard can sleep standing up, very useful when guarding in the pods during senate meetings

The nice Senators (mainly Chuichi, Amidala, and Organa) and Vos very often get things for the Coruscant Guards, and whenever the guard see's the gifts they are baffled and bamboozled

Rex called dibs on Domino squad after the moon mission

Echo and Fives without hesitation took Tup and Dogma under their wing

Fives, Hardcase and Jesse started a prank war in the 501st that accidently evolved into a GAR wide prank war (with Coruscant being neutral ground, cause the guard doesn't need to deal with that shit, doesn't mean they don't help out)

Fox holds ALL the blackmail, and has multiple informants in every battalion, plus he has the power to withhold caf shipments

Fox also regularly reads his batchmates mission reports to mae sure their ok

The Corrie guard accidently adopted a stray tooka and a loth cat, now they're the guards emotional support animals

Rex keeps complaining about his brothers flirting with their jedi's that he didn't even realized that he third wheeled between Anakin and Padme that he joined their relationship

every mothers or fathers day without fail, shaak ti and plo koon always gets presents and gifts from their children (troopers and cadets.... and ashoka)

Coric is Kix's Ori'vod, he didn't admit it at first but Kix grew on him and well medics stay togeth

Coric purposely avoided being CMO of the 501st because they are hellions, Kix wanted to strangle him after he realized what being CMO of the 501st meant

Rex was on the 212th with Cody when Anakin was still a padawan

Rex hates evals, natural blonde plus Kamino is a recipe for hell. Also he was shocked at Skywalker being nonchalant about his hair, Anakin just though it made him cooler

That's all I have for now, if you see any you've seen before my bad, I honestly just typed the first that came to mind and kinda spiraled from there. I'm just now starting to interact with tumblr, so I might upload more and maybe even some art if I can stay focused long enough.

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secondratefiction · 5 months

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Keep You Safe - Commander Cody x Medic!Reader

Life Day Fic Exchange 2023 @cloneficgiftexchange

Written for @loving-the-cambridges

“Alright… unfortunately it does look like it’s broken…” You sighed, setting the trooper’s arm back down gently, “I’ll brace it and give you something for the pain and swelling until we get you back to the ship. 1 to 10, how bad is it hurting?”

“It’s feeling much better now that you’re taking care of me, mesh’la.” The trooper smiled up at you loopily and you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes.

“Careful Shiny…” The voice behind you made you smirk and you turned to smile at Boil as he stared the trooper you were working on down.

“He’s fine.” You said, motioning the older trooper to come help hold the other’s arm while you splinted and wrapped it up, “It’s probably the shock and adrenaline talking anyway.”

“Even so…” Boil rolled his eyes but was still as gentle as possible holding his brother’s limb while you worked, looking pointedly back at him, “You show the medics more respect. Especially the nat-borns.”

“Careful Boil,” You laughed softly as you finished up the wrapping, helping the trooper put his arm in a sling before giving him an injection, “You’re starting to sound like your commander.”

You could see Boil’s lip twitch as he tried to maintain a professionally neutral expression, “Thank you ma’am.”

Declaring the newer trooper done for the time being, you quickly shooed him off with instructions to find one of the transports back to the starcruiser, once he was out of your tent set up, you turned back to Boil expectantly, “Alright, so what can I do for you?”

“The Commander is back ma’am, he asked for you.”

“Maker karking damn it…” You spun around quickly to grab your bag, “Maybe lead with that next time.”

You had literally watched the man bust his knuckles open, dislocate a wrist, and just keep throwing punches. If Cody was requesting a medic there was no way this was going to go well.

-*-*-*-

Your relationship with Cody was complex to say the least. Honestly, he’d barely paid you any mind in the very beginning… another nat-born medic that had been brought in because there was too much work for the clone medics to keep up with. But after a few weeks of you seeming to always be there every time he turned around, the Marshal Commander couldn’t help but notice the way you treated his brothers. Like actual people and that they were deserving of your real effort, care, and attention.

And there was also the fact that you had to be the single most persistent nat-born he’d ever had to work with… Usually, Cody avoided the medics when and wherever he could, leaving the time and supplies open for other troopers he considered more in need than himself.

You however were stubbornly opposed to his inexplicable need to ‘just walk it off’, going so far as to literally chase him down once when Waxer had ‘accidentally’ mentioned to you that he’d taken a rather hard kick to the ribs during the previous skirmish.

Granted, his ribs had been bruised, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle.

You weren’t hearing any of it though, and Cody had had to sit there petulantly while you’d tended to him.

That had been where the ice had started to crack, and eventually after much persistence and pursuit on your part, Cody had started coming to you, and exclusively you, whenever he was more than just a little bumped and bruised. And, you at least liked to think that, a sort of friendship had sparked up between the two of you….

What little free time he had, he was more than content to spend with you if the situation allowed, you’d sat in on more than a few meal time meetings with him, and you were always his first consult when it came to the best solutions for setting up the field medical stations.

The only other person you’d seen him be that casual and informal with was the General in their down time, so you’d like to think that meant you were in some kind of favor.

Which is what leads you here now, busting into the command tent with a barely contained panic, “I’m here! What happened?”

Cody was leaning against the large table in the middle with different maps and other planning materials strewn across it. One arm was hanging limply at his side, the other one holding it close against him to seemingly keep it from moving or getting jostled around.

“I can’t-” Cody grunted, trying to roll his shoulder again, “I can’t get it back in…”

“All right, stop - Stop moving it,” You shook your head crossing to him and quickly putting your hand on the uninjured arm, “Let me look.”

You started gently removing his armor to get a better look at the damage underneath. The hiss through your teeth was involuntary as soon as you got the spaulding off, just from the jut of his shoulder you could tell the joint was fully dislocated.

“Ok… good news is we can fix it…” You said looking up at him.

“The bad news is, it’s gonna hurt like hell.” He finished and you nodded sheepishly, “Alright… Let’s get it over with…”

The process wasn’t complicated, making Cody lay back across the table with his shoulder at the edge and hold your bag while you pushed the arm back out straight to get the bone to drop back into the joint. The loud crack made you wince, and completely justified the long, low string of curses Cody let out as he reflexively dropped your bag.

“Easy… Easy,” You helped him set up, making sure he moved somewhat gingerly until you could get a look at the rest of him, “Just relax a minute.”

“I’m alright,” Cody shook his head, trying to wave you off as he got back on his feet, “I need to get back out there.”

“Cody!” You snapped, grabbing him by the elbow of his good arm.

Whatever scolding you were about to give the commander was cut off by a loud explosion that rocked the ground beneath your feet. Cody moved quickly to grab you by the forearm, half dragging you out of the tent to see what was going on.

The second explosion went off far too close to the right of you and Cody barely had time to pull you into him before the two of you were sent flying through a cloud of dust and debris.

You registered something sharp hitting you in the back before everything faded away…

-*-*-*-

“C’mon cyare, you have to wake up for me…”

You groan lowly, trying to turn your head away from the incessant tapping on your cheek, blinking slowly as things around you came back into focus. The first thing to register was the ringing in your ears, followed quickly by the pain in your head and back.

“There you go kar’ta, easy.” Cody helped you sit up as gently as he could, shifting around behind you so you could sit propped up against him, “I tried to cover you, but you still took a hard hit to the head. Don’t try to move too fast just yet.”

You gave a weak laugh and leaned your head back against his shoulder, “Well, it’s nice to know you’ve been paying attention, even if you don’t actually listen to anything I tell you.”

You could feel the chuckle vibrate through his chest even if the trooper behind you was trying to hide it, “I always listen to you, mesh’la.”

To say you were a little stunned by his free use of endearments would be an understatement; other troopers, especially the new and shiny ones, through them around like water - a sweet, if a little awkward attempt to flirt with one of the first if not only females they’d had close contact with in their lives - but not Cody. He almost exclusively addressed you as ‘ma’am’ or your surname.

Either way it was still your turn to chuckle, turning your head to look up at him over your shoulder, “Yeah? You got a funny way of showing it, Kote.”

Another odd occurrence: Cody smiled, again laughing under his breath, as he looked away from you. If you didn’t know any better, and there was more light wherever the two of you were temporarily hidden, you would have sworn he was blushing.

“Just because I don’t always have the luxury of following your orders, doesn’t mean I’m not paying attention.”

Another explosion and the sound of blaster fire cut through whatever clandestine moment the two of you were having, Cody’s head immediately snapping back to the small cave entrance you assumed you’d fallen through, “We need to move.”

You nodded, pushing yourself back up to your feet, still a little unsteady, but there was no spinning feeling or nausea, so you could power through it.

“You stay right beside me, cyar’ika,” Cody said drawing his own blaster as he chanced peeking out of the cave, “Right on my hip, I’ll get you back behind the line.”

You nodded, as he slipped his helmet back on, “Right behind you Commander.”

Reaching back for your hand, Cody pulled you up beside him as close as he could get you, and just as you thought he was about to step out into the fray he stopped and turned back to you. Squeezing your hand, you could just tell Cody was staring down at you intently behind his helmet

“Stay with me, ner kar’ta,” Your eyes fell shut on their own accord as Cody leaned in to press the forehead of his helmet against yours, “I will keep you safe.”

In that moment, you had never believed anything more.

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arctrooper69 · 8 months

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🎊 Congratulations on the milestone!! 🎊

Your writing sparks so much joy, you deserve every single follower (and the many more yet to come!) 😄

I'd like to drop a request for Kix (beloved..), from the hurt/comfort prompts:

"How long did you think you could hide that?" + "I'm sorry you had to see me like that."

And if I may be so bold, reader is the one chastising him? 👀

Thank you so so much for your love and encouragement ❤️❤️❤️ I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to write this! I realize it's been in my inbox for several months now but here it is! I hope you enjoy!

ALSO... I loved this prompt so much and had a similar idea for an OC of mine, so there will be a Kix x OC version of this as well!

Prompt #20: "How long did you think you could hide that?"

Prompt #26: "I'm sorry you had to see me like that."

Beta-read by the amazing @staycalmandhugaclone

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Busy, Busy

Kix is stubborn. He's ways taken care of everybody else. Maybe it's time you took care of him.

Warnings: Mentions of sickness and injury.

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The med bay on the Resolute was quiet for once - not that Kix would ever say that aloud. He didn't want to jinx anything. Every healthcare worker knew that once that Q-word was uttered, all hell would be soon to break loose - a silly superstition, but one that had been proven true time and time again. Kix, however, did not have time to prove or disprove anything like that. He was just glad that none of his co-workers were here to tell him off for being so careless. Especially you.

He must've been allergic to something down on the planet they'd just been on. It was stupid, really - clones weren't supposed to get sick or have allergies.

I'm supposed to be better than this. Kix thought miserably. Yet here he was - snivelling like a child, sinuses so clogged that it felt like his head was in a bubble, and he was so damn tired.

Kriff... if it wasn't for this karking brain fog, maybe he wouldn't have slipped off the loading dock like that - landing on his side among boxes of medical supplies that he just now finished cleaning up.

The med-droid on duty stood quietly in the corner, ready to be turned on should an emergency arise but Kix quickly passed it by, opting to take care of himself in secret.

He groaned quietly, holding his side as he reached for the bacta at the back of the cold-storage unit. He grimaced, gingerly palpating his side with practiced fingers. Nothing felt broken, that was good. Just bruised. Nothing he could really do for bruised ribs. Maybe that was for the best. Kix still had a lot of work to do - reports to file, miles of inventory to catalog, and two med-droids to repair. Just some bacta for the pain and stiffness and maybe a stim for good measure - that would keep him afloat long enough to get all this shit together. Kix was short staffed, very short staffed. You had just finished up a triple, going on quadruple shift when he'd ordered you to get some rest.

"Makes no sense having a sleep deprived medic on the field, not to mention how dangerous that is," he'd scolded, now internally wincing at his own hypocritical actions just hours later.

But you're a clone. You can take a lot more than any nat-born. He nodded to himself, scrambling to find any justification for his actions.

"Alright," he grumbled, "quit stalling, Kix. You've got work to do. Then you can sleep."

He settled down in the small office behind the medbay, bacta on his ribs, a stim in his system, and a large cup of caf in hand - not the best combination, but it would work for the time being.

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It seemed like only minutes had passed when the door slid open with a hiss. Kriff. He knew it was you despite the boxes of medical supplies that blocked his view and the stacks of datapads littering his desk. He sighed, rubbing a hand down his face, and stood up. He gripped the edge of the desk as a wave of vertigo nearly brought him to his knees.

"Hey, I'm sorry," he grunted out, surprising himself with the way the rough edges of his voice seemed to grate against the dryness of his throat. "I lost track of time."

He heard you shift and lean against the doorway. "That's alright. I figured that's what happened." The tone of your voice did not match the carefree understanding conveyed by your words.

You knew something was wrong.

Kix winced quietly as he eased himself back into his chair. Staying seated and unmoving was the best way for his side to heal up on its own. It was better for you not to see him. Until he could finish these reports, it was better he keep to himself.

"You wanna join me for breakfast?"

Breakfast!? It couldn't be time for breakfast yet. Maybe you'd just woken up early. Very early.

"Kix?" Your voice startled him from his thought-drifting fatigue.

"Huh?"

"I asked you if you wanted to join me for breakfast."

This time the worry in your voice was apparent and Kix felt his heart sink. The last thing he wanted to do was worry you.

"I'm really busy. Another time maybe."

"Kix...

"Your shift doesn't start for another three hours. You shouldn't be here." He snapped.

"Uhh...actually it starts in half an hour," you responded slowly. "Yours on the other hand, was supposed to be over like six hours ago. What are you still doing here?" The question was laced with the same sharpness he'd just directed towards you.

"Quinn called out. Their kid is sick." He spoke of the civilian contractor they'd been assigned.

The black and gold zabrak made a great medtech but, between various other assignments and six children, their appearances in his medbay were few and far between.

"So... you're going on four shifts in a row now?"

Kix grunted. He wished you would stop asking him questions. Talking made his throat feel as though he'd swallowed the general's lighsaber. "I'm fine."

"When was the last time you ate? Or slept!?"

He shrugged absentmindedly, concentrating on the datapad in front of him when it was suddenly snatched from his hand.

"Hey!" His head snapped up, glaring at his fellow medic who met it with an equally annoyed fire in her eyes.

"Give it back!" Kix made a grab for it but was suddenly and painfully reminded of his aching ribs. He collapsed back down into his chair with a defeated hiss of pain at the way the muscles balked at the tension. The movement took his breath away for a moment.

"Kix!" Your surprised cry pounded through his head as you dropped to your knees beside him, eyes widening as you thoroughly surveyed him for the first time since stepping into the room.

"Oh Kix..." you shook your head, reaching for a handheld scanner. He watched with heavy, lidded eyes as you swept the scanner over him slowly and methodically.

You set down the scanner with a sigh, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "Kix, what happened!? Your shift was supposed to end at 2300 hours! You need to go to bed!"

Kix rolled his eyes. Only a few more things to do and then he'd gladly follow your direction.

"Relax, I'll just be a few more minutes! It's only -" he paused, looking at the chrono around his wrist. It read 0725. "Oh."

"Yeah."

He winced at your deadpanned tone. "Sorry. I guess I lost track of time."

"I'll say." You placed the datapad back onto the desk but didn't remove your hand. "You didn't answer my question."

"What question?"

"What the hell happened to you!? You look awful, you sound like your entire head is clogged, and you've got two cracked ribs!"

Oh. Cracked. Not bruised.

He opened his mouth to respond just as one of the datapads let out a beep. You frowned and put a hand up, cutting off yet another desperately fabricated excuse. "And don't tell me Quinn called out. You just got a message from the Admiral asking you why you canceled Quinn's shift."

He sighed defeatedly, suppressing a wince at the twinge of pain in his side. He didn't meet your eyes. "I fell."

"You...fell!?" you questioned, sounding a bit incredulous. "When? How?!" He'd seemed fine when he'd ordered you to take off.

"'Bout an hour after you left," he admitted. "Must've been allergic to something in the dust planetside. I was unloading some supplies, got dizzy, and fell off the loading dock."

"And how long did you think you could hide that?" Your voice had once again taken on that scolding tone which for some reason made him feel both guilty and proud. You'd been a timid shiny when he first met you. Now here you were, taking charge of the situation with an air of authority and sass he likened to one of his generals. He shrugged.

"As long as it took to finish all of this." He motioned to the cluttered desk, immediately regretting the movement causing his ribs to tense painfully again.

Your eyes were piercing - full of concern and disbelief. "Why are you acting like everything is fine!?" you snapped, suddenly angry at his seemingly unphased attitude.

He didn't answer.

You shook your head. “Why didn’t you call me, Kix? If I’d known you weren’t feeling well, I could’ve at least helped you with the work!”

Kix didn't blame you. He'd probably have reacted the same way if he were in your shoes. He looked away.

"I just... I didn't want you to see me like this." he muttered softly. He sounded hoarse and miserable.

You sighed. "Let me get this right....You didn't want me - a medic - to see you sick and injured? So you - also a medic, who should know better, might I add - decided to hide it from everyone so that you could get your work done!? You sent away our best medtech so that you wouldn't be bothered by them realizing something was wrong!?"

Kix frowned. It did sound bad when you put it all out like that.

"Guess that sounds about right."

You stared at him. "That was really dumb, Kix."

"Yeah."

You sighed. "How long has it been since you've eaten anything?"

Kix thought back. When was the last time he'd eaten? His stomach revolted with just the thought. There was no way he'd be able to eat anything right now.

"I...I don't know," he admitted, not meeting your eyes.

You sighed. "Okay, come on. I'm gonna go get you something to eat."

He shook his head, resting it in the palms of his hands, rubbing his eyes. You were right about one thing, he was exhausted. But duty came first.

"I can't. I have so much to do." He nodded to the screen of his datapad. It was full of messages, requests, reports, and a number of reminders and meeting invitations flashed across the screen.

You laid your hand on his shoulder.

"Just humor me, please. Eat something, take a nap - "

Kix shoved your hand from his shoulder, then instantly regretted the action. Maker, if his ribs weren't killing him, he could just scream. All he wanted to do was sleep. But he had work to do. Why couldn't you understand that? He knew he was irritable but his rude reaction towards you - his friend - flooded him with even more guilt.

"I can't! I just can't! Admiral Yularen needs these reports in by tonight and I'm only halfway through them because I got interrupted by General Skywalker needing additional information for the next mission, so I spent two hours tracking that down, come to find out it was all for nothing because the kriffing Jedi council decided to send them elsewhere."

He took a gasping breath. Fire burned through his side, igniting a feral panic that gripped his chest with an icy grasp. His ribs were screaming. His head felt as though he’d been forced beneath the rabid jaws of Kaminoan ocean waves - descending ever downwards, pressure rising in painful crescendos. His hands were shaking and he couldn't make them stop.

"Hey! Kix, hey!" Gentle pressure pulled him from his spiral with a grounding hand rubbing circles on his back. Concern clouded your face as you knelt beside him.

"Breathe, Kix. I need you to breathe."

"Can't," he panted.

"I know," you responded evenly, holding an oxygen mask to his nose and mouth. "Just do the best you can."

"No!" He swatted the mask from your hand. He really had to get this done. Just a little while longer, then he'd rest - then he'd let you do whatever you needed to do.

You pursed your lips looking at the delirious medic in front of you.

"You know, I really didn't want to have to do this but I - "

Kix rolled his eyes, unconsciously gripping the oxygen to his face as he took another short, gasping breath. He knew what you'd say next. It was the same thing he'd say to Captain Rex, or even General Skywalker when they fought him on coming to the medbay.

"Are you really gonna pull the medic rank card on me?" He interrupted.

"Do I have to?" You looked pointedly at him. You were annoyed, yes, but you were also concerned. He knew you'd seen dying patients with more life in their eyes than he currently did.

He looked down at the long list of tasks he had yet to do and sighed in defeat. "No. I guess not."

"Good."

He couldn't identify the look on your face as he allowed you to lead him to a bed. Your hand lingered on his arm for a moment too long as you delivered a sedative into his veins. But for some reason he didn't mind.

"Don't worry, Kix." you said softly as you watched his eyes flutter shut. "You're safe. I'll take it from here."

Kix allowed himself to succumb to the peaceful allure of sleep even as your words echoed through his brain. "Let me take care of you, you stupid, beautiful, stubborn man."

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multi-fan-dom-madness · 6 months

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Hello! Spreading more asks around for the first kiss prompt!

I'd love to see the prompt - "don't you dare tell anyone about this." "wasn't planning on it." With Crosshair, but the second part being said by the reader possibly with a wink? If that's too specific just the prompt going either way. (The inner Crosshair simp must be fed!)

Love and Wrecker Hugs! ❤️🖤

ahhh!! this was the perfect prompt for Cross and I had a lot of fun writing it! thank you bb!! I fully intended to wait to answer all of these all at once but I'm too excited so, I present:

First Kiss - Crosshair

Summary: Exactly what it says on the tin, folks. Prompt in bold.

Warnings: some angst (because it's Crosshair), a little bit of a toxic relationship but it's fine, mention of my OC Captain Flare, medic!reader, gn!reader, fluff, confessions

Word Count: 1.4k woops

TBB divider by the wonderful @wizardofrozz, other divider by @dystopicjumpsuit

You’ve worked with Clone Force 99 now for nearly a full year, and while you could technically be reassigned at any moment, both Cody and your supervisor, a bitter old bat, assured you that the Republic had bigger fish to fry than the logistics of shuffling one nat-born medic every few campaigns. And so you’ve stayed with the outcasts. They’ve become something akin to family, at least to you. You know most of them feel the same—Wrecker never fails to express his brotherly affection for you, Tech continues to adjust the ship’s thermostat to a temperature that is best suited to you when you’re feeling off, and Hunter’s silent nod and smile tell you all you need to know.

Crosshair, though, is a tough nut to crack.

At first, you swore he hated you. Despite the rest of the squad’s assurances that he’d come around, you’d been skeptical. It wasn’t until several months into your assignment, on a mission you really shouldn’t have been on as the team’s medic, when you saved Crosshair from commando droids that something changed. He still snarked you, still flicked his used toothpicks at your face to bother you. But he slowly began to open up to you. He included you in inside jokes, actually listened to your medical advice, and even let you hold his Firepuncher once.

So despite the hospitality and friendliness of the rest of the squad, it’s Crosshair that your heart has chosen to love. You know he cares about you. You just don’t know to what extent.

Because even though he still maintains an impenetrable wall around himself, he looks after you. On missions and otherwise. When you go out on shore leave as a squad, he glowers at anyone who dares even look in your direction.

And that’s exactly the situation you find yourself in tonight. Planetside, on Triple Zero, you’d convinced the others to have a night out with you before you shipped back to the warzone in a few days. The missions have been nearly incessant, and you’re all starting to feel the strain.

Leaning back against the sticky bartop, you survey the crowded dance floor. Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker lounge in one of the coveted corner booths, looking more relaxed than you’ve seen them in a long time, dressed in civvies and nursing the cheap booze served by the 79s management. A smile lifts your lips. They deserve this, just one night off, to remind them what the war is for.

But you came here wanting more than to drink weak, watery beer. Taking a swill, you glance sidelong at Crosshair perched on a barstool next to you.

He hasn’t left your side since you walked in. Normally, his presence is comforting, especially in unfamiliar settings, on unfamiliar planets, around unfamiliar people. But 79s hosts none of those things. In fact, the way he’s ordained himself your personal shadow is beginning to grate. You know he’s scaring off any of the regs who might otherwise ask you to dance, or offer a drink, or even just a friendly hello. You know he’s hovering to protect you.

You just don’t understand why.

Sighing, you take another swill of your drink. “Kark, what’s a person gotta do to get a dance around here?”

Crosshair doesn’t answer, just shifts his toothpick to the other side of his mouth.

You huff. “Cross, c’mon. I don’t need a babysitter. Go drink with the others. I’ll be fine.”

“S’not you I’m worried about,” he mutters. “S’them.” He jerks his chin toward the dance floor, gesturing broadly to the gathering of regs.

“I can handle them,” you say, an edge of ice to your voice. Frustration at his inability to actually say what he means boils below your skin.

Crosshair, predictably, ignores the bite of your words. “Didn’t say you couldn’t.”

“Great,” you say, pushing away from the bar, “glad we’re in agreement.”

Shoving your half-empty bottle into his hands. He looks down at it with a bewildered expression, then up at you, his eyes narrowed into slits. You give him a sarcastic, two-finger salute before dipping into the crowd.

You find a clone—Flare, you think he says his name is—who is more than willing to dance. His grasp on your body is unfamiliar but respectful. The pair of you sway and grind through several songs (you’re certainly not keeping track, too focused on trying to avoid the impulse to see if Crosshair is watching). When Flare whispers into your ear, his lips brushing your skin, your eyes slide shut, desperately wishing he were someone else.

A moment later, Flare yelps and his arms are ripped from around you. Eyes shooting open, you whip around to find Crosshair, every line of his body radiating anger, his fists clenched at his sides. Kriff.

“Sorry,” you call to Flare as you grab Crosshair’s bicep and haul him through the crowd to the front door. “What the fuck are you doing!?”

Scoffing, Cross yanks his arm free, though follows hot on your heels as you emerge into the cool night air. “Could ask you the same thing.”

“I was dancing,” you say.

This is going to be an argument, you just know it, and you don’t want to subject all these strangers to the impending shitstorm. So you keep walking, leading Crosshair around the corner where it’s quieter.

“Bantha-shit,” he hisses. His firm grip on your shoulder spins you around. “His hands were all over you.”

“He wasn’t doing anything I didn’t want,” you say, glaring at him. “Maker, what is your issue? I can’t even have a fun night out without you stepping all over my plans, can I?”

“No,” he spits. “Not if it means—” He cuts himself off and looks away, jaw clenching and unclenching. His chest heaves with emotion, two high spots of color on his cheeks.

Something in you softens, anger cooling into confusion. “Not if it means what, Cross?”

Nostrils flaring with every inhale, he shakes his head minutely, eyes pressing shut.

You hesitate, but after a moment, you sigh. Reaching up, you gently cup his face to draw him back to you. His eyes flutter open to meet your own. This is the closest you’ve been to him, you realize, in your entire time with the squad. Besides his medical exams, this is the most you’ve touched him, too. The realization sets your heart pounding.

“Don’t shut me out,” you say. “Please.”

He studies you for a moment. Across his face flits several emotions, none of them identifiable, and you begin to grow worried that all the progress you’ve made with him is about to be tossed over the ledge of this Coruscanti sidewalk.

A worry that is dashed as soon as he surges forward and kisses you, one hand cupping the back of your neck to steady you. A sound of surprise squeaks out of you. Then you’re melting against him. Tilting your head, you deepen the kiss, one hand settled over his heart. It beats hard and fast under your palm, nearly in tempo with your own racing pulse. His lips are chapped and rough against yours, but you don’t care, because it’s him, and this is all you’ve needed these past few months.

When he pulls away, he doesn’t go far. His forehead pressed against yours, his eyes remain screwed shut. He releases a shaky exhale.

“Cross, I—”

He kisses you again. “Don’t. Don’t apologize.”

“How did you—”

“Because I know you,” he says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Warmth blooms deep in your chest, right where you’ve made space for him in your heart. “Y-Yeah. Alright. But—”

“No,” he grumbles. “You need to know that I- I’m sorry. For being a di’kut. I should have made a move sooner.”

A soft chuckle spills from you. “Yeah, you should’ve.”

At last, his warm, amber eyes flutter open to meet yours. Your breaths mingle in the small space between your faces, and the intensity of affection in his gaze nearly makes your knees collapse. Smiling up at him, you catch the barest hint of a smile in return. For a moment, it’s just you and Crosshair in one another’s embrace, the sounds and smells of the side alley of 79s fading away.

The moment is shattered when he speaks again. “Don’t you dare tell anyone about this.”

Laughing in earnest, you can’t help but shake your head. The others are going to find out about this new development sooner or later, but as you meet his gaze again, you realize he doesn’t mean the kiss. Sobering, you nod. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

You can’t resist winking, though. He rolls his eyes and grumbles, but tucks you against his side all the same to lead you back to the barracks.

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materassassino · 7 months

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Patrimony

From the DinLuke Server prompt of the same word.

Luke reaches the end of his tether, and Ahsoka gets yelled at, as she deserves.

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Luke feels out of his depth.

Everyone seems to know more than him.

“We didn’t used to do it like that,” Cal says, frowning.

“Oh, Kanan told me it was done this way,” Ezra says, flippant.

“That’s not how the Jedi teach,” Ahsoka says, disapproving.

“I don’t remember anything about that,” Reva says, dismissive.

“I DON’T THINK THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN APPROVED OF,” Gungi says, uncertain.

“Are you sure you want to do it that way?” Ezra asks, wincing, and Luke has had it.

He likes to think he’s left his rashness behind. He’s matured, he’s fully mastered his emotions. But even his patience can’t last forever.

He whips around to Ezra, shoulders set, face a mask of fury.

“You run this karking Order then!” he snarls. “If you’re all so much wiser than I am! Run it yourselves!”

And he storms off, blood hammering in his ears. He’s surprised he only said that, and not something so much worse, which was exactly what he wanted to. He stomps away from the little compound they’ve made, their temporary temple, and out into the streets of Sundari.

His boots pound the pavement as he tries to get as far away as possible, and Mandalorians quickly get out of his way, staring at him as he passes. He doesn’t care. All he can hear in his head is reproach, remonstration, criticism, dismissal. What do you even think you’re doing? the voices in his head demand, jeering at him. You don’t know anything!

Of course he doesn’t know anything, he thinks bitterly. He’s found himself in one of the little parks, a residential area, and he throws himself beneath a tree that still needs time to grow. No one told him anything. His masters were forging a weapon, not a Jedi. He didn’t even know what a Jedi was until he was nineteen! And they had the gall to call him the last, as if there weren’t people out there, people the same as him, who could have guided him from the start. They didn’t even attempt to remake the Order, and now they come here, judging every wrong step he takes without offering to teach him the dance in the first place.

He refuses to meditate, even though that would be the correct, Jedi thing to do. But he doesn’t want to be a Jedi just then. He doesn’t. He wants to drop everything and just run to the farthest corner of the galaxy where no one has even heard of the Force. Sithspit, even Tatooine would be better than this, right now.

What is he even trying to do, anyway? Maybe the Order would be better off dead and buried. What would the galaxy even gain, if he succeeded?

“May I sit?”

Luke hears the silver bells in the Force, their resonant chimes, and he scowls.

“What do you want?” he demands, not even looking up.

Ahsoka, wisely, chooses not to sit, because Luke would simply stand and then march off again.

“To discuss, perhaps,” she says, mild and supercilious and it grates on Luke’s nerves like metal scraping against metal, the hulls of two ships colliding. He surges to his feet, and her height doesn’t intimidate him – frankly, he’s faced taller, and meaner, and uglier.

“What’s to discuss? How I’m destroying everything? Ruining the legacy of the Jedi?!”

“Rage doesn’t—”

“Shut up, Ahsoka!” he snaps, and she does, her mouth clamping shut like he’s cast a spell on her. “You’re the worst of them all! Always needling, always criticising! You waltz in here whenever you want, proclaiming you’re not even a Jedi, and then proceed to tear everything apart because it’s not to your exacting, aloof standards!”

Luke breathes deeply through his nose, and instantly regrets everything he’s said. He pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I’m tired,” he says, fighting to keep his voice steady, “of everything I do being worthless.”

Ahsoka is quiet. “Luke,” she says, and finally there’s some emotion in her voice after it’s been so distant all the time, “it’s not. You’re… you’re trying to do everything on your own. You’re exhausted, you’re barely at home.”

She reaches out, cautious, like he’s a cornered, wounded animal that might bite, and gently her hand settles on his shoulder. Viciously he contemplates shrugging her off, but that just feels petty. He simply glances at her hand, and then at her.

“We know how much this means to you,” she says. “How much is at stake. You’ve done so much and you’ve done it by yourself.”

He scoffs at her.

She frowns. “It’s not just your legacy, Luke. You can’t carry it alone.”

“I’m not trying to!” he says through gritted teeth. “I was never trying to! I need help, not constant belittlement!”

Ahsoka sighs. “I… I think some of us are afraid,” she says. “We’re afraid it might be too distant from what we knew, even if we barely knew anything in the first place.” She removes her hand and sits, cross-legged, rubbing her arms. She looks much younger than she is, in that moment. “The world we knew is gone, and it’s been gone so long, that to see something being born out of its ashes means… letting go of it.” She looks up, tears in the corners of her eyes. “I’m sorry, Luke.”

He takes a deep breath, and for a long moment he stares at the ground beside her, before making a choice. He sits as well.

“It can’t go back to how it was,” Luke says. “I’m trying. I know it’s not the same, but it can’t be the same. Am I qualified? No. But are any of us? You all left me alone to do this by myself, no help, no guidance, no knowledge. I’ve been working off puzzle pieces that don’t even fit together. You say you want to help now, but it doesn’t feel like help. It just feels like resentment.”

Ahsoka’s breath hitches and she shuts her eyes, a look of pain on her face. “I know. The thing is, you’re doing so well. You’ve given us a place to call home again, you’re finding our history, you’re finding us the future as well…” She rubs at her eyes. “We had nothing for decades. We ran and we hid and we died, and then you came along and...” She gestures at everything around them, the rebuilt dome and the cleared streets and the rebuilt houses. “You even made allies out of old enemies. You’ve done so much.”

She looks at him then, biting her lip. “Is… is this because of Anakin?”

Luke scowls at her. “Not everything is to do with Anakin kriffing Skywalker,” he says waspishly.

“No, I meant… do you feel guilt for what he did?” she asks. “Do you feel bound to it because of him? Because of his actions?”

“I…” Luke swallows, and searches inside himself. I am a Jedi, like my father before me. “No,” he admits. “It’s not guilt. It’s not repentance, because I didn’t do it. It’s more… the right thing to do. It’s because the galaxy will be better for it.” He laughs bitterly. “Not that it feels like it.”

“How so?”

“Sometimes I wonder what the point of it is,” he says gloomily, tugging at the grass beneath his fingers. “Maybe the Order should have stayed dead.”

“Have you ever… thought of leaving?” Ahsoka asks, her voice gentle.

Luke blinks.

“You could, you know,” Ahsoka continues. “You have a husband, a son. Grogu doesn’t need to be a Jedi. You could simply be Luke.”

He’d thought about it, on lonely sleepless nights, curled up in bed on Yavin 4, all alone, where the future seemed impenetrable and murky and ultimately futile. But he hadn’t. He gotten up the next day and continued, one foot in front of the other. Although… well, if Grogu hadn’t have come along, perhaps he would have. Loneliness was becoming too familiar a state of being.

Luke shakes his head. “I am a Jedi. That’s what I am. I couldn’t… I couldn’t see the suffering in the galaxy and turn a blind eye to it, just walk away from it all. Not when I can do so much more.”

Ahsoka smiles then, her eyes creasing. “There’s your answer. That’s the point.” She sighs again. “I think we’ve been neglecting that, but we’ve also been neglecting each other. We’ve all been so isolated, it hasn’t done us good.”

“Jedi are pack animals?” Luke suggests, teasing, and Ahsoka chuckles.

It’s quiet, broken by the sound of children playing a street away and the recycled breeze in the leaves above them.

“You’re a good grandmaster, Luke,” Ahsoka says. “Don’t let us tell you otherwise.”

Luke stiffens, head snapping round to stare at her. “What?”

“A good grandmaster,” she repeats.

He shakes his head. “No. No, I’m no grandmaster, I’m far too young for that…”

“Who else is there?” Ahsoka asks. “Me, the coward running away from her own truth? Cal, who ran away from everything else? Reva, who was an Inquisitor?” She sets her hand on his shoulder again, more confidently this time, and Luke welcomes its weight. “You’ve done more than we ever could. You’re the only one it could be.” She makes a face. “And perhaps being old isn’t always the best choice.”

“I’ll take that,” he says, shrugging. “I’m not calling myself that, though. Not yet, anyway.”

Ahsoka nods with a chuckle.

Together they head back to the compound, and all eyes are on them as they walk through the gate. Grogu sprints across the yard and launches himself into Luke’s arms, babbling wildly and accusatorially.

“Well, they didn’t kill each other,” Reva says.

“Are you ok?” Ezra asks, nervous.

Luke sighs. “Yes. But… It’s been feeling like you’re all against me, like you hate everything I do, and that’s been… demoralising.”

“Talking out your feelings like normal people?” Merrin heckles from her seat beneath the porch – she tends to watch, distant and slightly mocking of it all, but fundamentally supportive. “Not very Jedi.”

Cal rolls his eyes as Reva huffs darkly.

“WE DIDN’T MEAN THAT, LUKE,” Gungi says. “IF YOU HADN’T HAVE FOUND US, WE WOULDN’T EVEN BE HERE, TOGETHER AGAIN.”

“We owe you a lot,” Cal admits, folding his arms. “What you’ve done so far, it’s incredible.”

“And we didn’t get this far by doing it by the book,” Ezra says. “We had to adapt to survive.”

Luke rocks Grogu gently, looking down at him pensively. Grogu looks up, curious, and touches his little claws to Luke’s hand.

It’s for him, isn’t it? Everything that he does, ultimately, is for Grogu, and those that will come after him. The legacy isn’t something they’ve been handed from the past, it’s a debt owed to the future. And there is no future without change.

“The past can prepare us,” Luke says, tickling Grogu behind the ear, just to hear him giggle, “but we can’t chart a course back to it. And I can’t do it alone, I need all of you with me.”

“Spoken like a true grandmaster,” Ahsoka murmurs, giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder.

The word doesn’t fit right now, but perhaps it will, in the future.

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thrawns-babygirl · 1 year

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Missed You (Crosshair x Fem!Reader SMUT 18+)

Okay SO this is my first time writing actual PiV sex, my first time writing for Star Wars AND My first time writing anything at all in like 4 years. I wanted to write some GRATUITOUS smut to test my hand at it and see what people think. Constructive Criticism isn’t only welcome its encouraged. I proof read it but let me know if anything doesn’t make sense. This one goes out to the Crosswhores of the fandom.

Warnings: PiV, Unprotected sex (pls use protection irl), creampie, dirty talk, Oral (F receiving), PWP let me know if i missed anything

Word Count: 887

The door to your quarters close and before you could even take a step inside Crosshair slammed you against the wall, lips meeting yours in a heated kiss that was all tongue and teeth. “Kriff princess you have no idea how much I wanted to take you in the med-bay with all of my brothers there, just rip that pretty uniform off and show them who you belong to”

Your hands roam over his chest, feeling the heat of his skin through his thin blacks as he pants, moving his lips down to kiss and nip at your neck. Venturing further down, you grasp at his rock hard length through the fabric, and he lets out a rough groan, “Keep that up and I wont last doll, how long has it been since I’ve been inside that sweet little pussy of yours?”

“86 rotations” you reply in a breathy moan, his hands slide up your sides beneath your white attire as his hands find your breasts and he gives them a light squeeze.

He gives a husky laugh “but who’s counting right doll?” sucking a mark into your neck he starts removing your uniform, slowly freeing you from the stuffy confines of the course fabric, running his hands all over your body as he goes. “Kriff you are so karking perfect, perfect tits,” he pops one of your nipples into his mouth “perfect pussy” he says as he moves from one nipple to the other, helping you rid yourself of your panties as he does so. Now that you’re bare before him he backs you towards the bed in the middle of your room and covers your mouth with is for another passionate kiss.

“On the bed, legs spread for me princess” As you get into position, he starts removing the top half of his blacks, revealing his lean, muscular chest littered with scars, some from before you started patching up the Batch, others you personally helped take care of and your mouth goes dry. Dragging your eyes down to his crotch you eye the impressive bulge of his cock, long and thick with a slight damp patch at the tip glistening in the low light of your room. Before you get a chance to say anything he’s diving onto the bed, arms wrapping around your thighs as he licks a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit, pausing to wrap his lips around your clit and sucking hard. Groaning he sets to work devouring you like a man starved, tongue teasing your entrance and flicking over your clit in imprecise movements that leave you reeling. Your fingers running though his short hair pulling him closer, softly tugging the strands and dragging a ragged groan from his throat. He moves his hand up to your entrance and slowly slide two fingers in while suckling on your nub, rutting his hips into the bed to get some sort of friction on his neglected cock.

“Cross I’m gonna-” he cuts you off as he groans into your cunt, the vibrations sending you over the edge, your muscles clenching as a wave of pleasure overwhelms you and you writhe and moan above him. His tongue and fingers continue their relentless assault on you as you ride out your high to the point of overstimulation.

Moving himself up your body, kissing a trail up your body towards your lips, pulling down the pants to his blacks down and ripping them off his body before he’s kissing you again, your slick painting his chin and the taste of you sticking to his tongue. With his tongue in your mouth, putting his weight on his elbows as he lies above you, he starts running his weeping length along your puffy pussy lips, the head catching your clit with every thrust.

“Gonna fuck your tight cunt now baby, gonna fill you so good you wont be able to walk tomorrow-” he punctuates his statement by breaching your entrance with his throbbing length, pausing once he’s fully sheathed inside your tight walls to give you a moment to adjust before setting an absolutely feral pace. “Kark- princess your pussy was made for me, choking my dick- so karking tight!” Without slowing he reaches on hand down to start rubbing his thumb over your clit, pulling you towards a second orgasm. moans increase in volume, your eyes rolling back in your head.

“I’m gonna fill you up doll, gonna fill you up so good you’ll feel me dripping out of you for days make up for all that- kriff all that time I was off-world” His thrusts begin to stutter as he begins losing his rhythm, getting closer to the edge. Moving his head down to suck a mark in your neck, you’re overtaken with pleasure once again, your orgasm milking his cock as he releases his load inside you. He releases a long, drawn-out moan as he pumps his hot seed in you, thrusts slowing and chest heaving as he comes down from his high. Pulling out, you groan as you feel his load pouring out of your hole, making a mess of your freshly cleaned sheets. He flops down on the bed next to you, breathing returning to normal.

“Missed you” he says staring at the ceiling.

You chuckle softly “Missed you too” There we have it! I’m pretty happy with this but I wanna know what y’all think too :) I know cross might be a little OOC here but he’s a hard guy to write so i tried my hand at what i consider slightly sof!cross before going into any angst (which lets be real, being involved with cross would be angsty af)

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littlemissmanga · 10 months

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oooh for the kiss prompt, may I please request:

3. their lips on yours, hot, feverish, partly sucking, teasing with their tongue (OMG-)

with Jesse or Wolffe

thank you so much for being amazing 🤩

Oh yes you may! And I only return the amazing I receive, my dear, so this is a community effort :)

Hm, it's a tough choice but I think I'm feeling Jesse today. Just feeling that particular brand of intense.

Pairing: Jesse x reader

w/c: 663

SFW but very suggestive, no warnings, just fluff

He needed to see you.

That was the only thought running through his head, the only thing that mattered in this moment. The guilt at not helping his brothers settle in after such a tough mission can come tomorrow.

Tonight, he planned on getting lost in you.

He keyed in the code to your front door. Your singing is the first thing he registered as he made sure the door locked behind him. His armor trailed behind him as he moved inside, following the sound of your voice into the kitchen.

There you are.

He could cry with how beautiful you were. Karking vibrant as you moved effortlessly in your own space, putting away dishes like it was a choreographed performance, your hips swinging to the beat you were singing.

You were everything good, and sweet, and kind, and pure in this galaxy. Everything he longed but never hoped for.

Everything you insisted he deserved.

He wasn’t so sure of that, not with the specter of old battles haunting him. But he also wasn’t a good enough man to care, not when you gave yourself to him so happily.

“Can I cut in?”

You yelped, and Jesse was glad he chose to stay in the entry based on how you flailed about, surprised by his voice.

“Jesse!” Your tone was a mix of annoyed and overjoyed and he had never heard anything so lovely. You flew across the kitchen, forcing him to catch you as you threw yourself into his arms.

“Hi, gorgeous,” Jesse grumbled into your ear, his hold around you tightening. He let his hands mold to the curve of your frame, relishing in the feel of you securely against him. He could feel each breath you took as your chest expanded against his, and yet he was compelled to pull you even closer.

“How long do I have you?”

“Four days.”

He could feel your smile form against his neck. It was more than he usually got.

“Lucky.” Jesse looked down as he felt you pull back and look up at him. “You’ve got lousy timing. I just finished cleaning up. You’re lucky you’re cute, though. I don’t mind dirtying up the kitchen again. What d’ya want for dinner? I’ve got some tip yi—"

He cut you off with the seal of his lips against yours. Food wasn’t going to satisfy him. He needed you, and he needed you to need him just as fiercely.

Jesse walked you back to trap you against the wall, his hips meeting yours as he pressed himself against you, trapping you as his tongue darted out to tease your soft lips. Satisfaction hummed pleasantly through his body as you melted from his touch.

Your mouth dropped open at his insistence, and he couldn’t resist gently taking your lower lip between his own and sucking, soothing the strain after with the swipe of his tongue.

Gods, he couldn’t get enough of those sweet moans you made just for him.

“Sorry baby. I couldn’t wait another second. Needed my mouth on you. Needed you right here against me.” His apology was half sincere at best. Tomorrow he can be sorry for interrupting, for taking what he needed.

You pushed up against him to hold your lips against his as you said, “Don’t be sorry. I’ve missed you, too.”

Jesse pushed forward, done with teasing touches at your approval. He claimed your mouth with his, stealing the very breath from your lungs and replacing it with himself. You returned his frenzy, trailing your tongue against his before pulling back enough to nip at his lip, the shock of the sting shooting straight to his groin.

With a growl from deep in his chest, Jesse broke away, distracted for only a split second by the string of saliva connecting his lips to your sinful tongue, still poking out of your open mouth.

“Bedroom. Now,” he rasped, enamored at how quickly you jumped to follow his command, pulling him behind you to your bedroom door so you could both get what you needed.

#thanks for the ask!#jesse x reader #arc trooper jesse x reader #arc trooper jesse #tcw #the clone wars

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ghostofskywalker · 1 year

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Call it Even - 1

Crosshair/Fem!Reader

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Summary: Instead of returning to the Empire after the destruction of Kamino, Crosshair reunites with his brothers and sister on the Havoc Marauder. But there's a new member of the team that he wasn't expecting, and the two of you don't see eye to eye, so why is he so fixated on the fact that you got along so well with everyone else?

Note: this was originally going to be for my year of flowers, but it got way too long and i thought it was best split into 2 parts anyway. an anon also asked me for an enemies to lovers fic with crosshair while i had already started this one, so i hope they enjoy it as well!

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Crosshair disliked the new addition to the team, and he was in no way subtle about it. He had only recently returned to his brothers after a short stint with the Empire, and he was shocked to learn that the squad had all but adopted a nat-born while he was gone. It was even more shocking to learn that you had apparently been a Jedi, because he thought they had all been wiped out after the clones’ inhibitor chips were activated. Sometimes he caught himself wondering what had happened to you and how you survived, but then you two almost came to blows over something stupid and he angrily tried to convince himself that he didn’t give a kark what your life was like before now.

But he did care, and it drove him crazy.

He remembered waking up after the procedure, Wrecker and Hunter had to all but stun him before he allowed them to scan his brain and the truth finally came out: that he had lied about removing his chip. At the end of it all, he was glad to have it taken out of his head, but he was incredibly wary of the woman whose stare made him want to shrink back into the nonexistent shadows on that sunny Kamino platform.

He hadn’t bothered to ask who you were when they were trapped under the sinking wreckage of the city they were supposed to call home, there were much more pressing matters to attend to at the moment. And once it was discovered that Crosshair’s chip was still active, you disappeared from his view, and he didn’t find out that you were a Jedi until after he had woken up.

He remembered Shaak Ti on Kamino, he knew the reputation of the Jedi as calm and level-headed peacekeepers (and even every once in a while when his squad worked with a Jedi did they act like that), but you were unlike anything he ever expected. He thought Skywalker was the only exception to the rule, but it turned out there was more than one like him.

“Get out of my way,” he had snarled as he pushed by you on his way to the cockpit the first time he had truly spoken to you, after he noticed that you were staring at him. The bandage on his head proved that he was no longer an uncontrollable threat to your life, but it didn’t suddenly make him a pleasant person. He told himself that he wasn’t unsettled by the glare you shot him in return, but he was lying.

From that moment on, it didn’t matter who started it, the other would respond with something just as volatile. Insults were slung like grenades, and the rest of the team was lucky that they didn’t have the same effect, or there wouldn’t be much of the Marauder left.

“What the kriff is your problem this morning, toothpick?”

“The same problem I deal with every day, darling. Your grating voice.”

“Well that wouldn’t be so much of a problem if you just kept out of my business, you know.”

“In case you haven’t noticed,” he paused, taking the time to shoot an extra icy glare in your direction. “This ship isn’t that big.”

“Really? I hadn’t even thought about that, thanks for the lesson.”

He had just opened his mouth to respond with something equally brash, but Hunter stepped into the room. “Guys, knock it off. Some of us are trying to get work done, so stop your bickering or I’ll leave you behind next time we stop somewhere.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You wouldn’t.”

Crosshair laughed, and something akin to a soft snort left his mouth. “Trust me, he’s an expert at leaving people behind.”

He left the room after that, and headed to the cockpit for a while, not even bothering to listen to the way that Hunter reacted to his little jab. Maybe it was a low blow, but he didn’t care.

***

Crosshair soon learned for sure that it was just him that you acted prickly and standoffish with. You smiled and pointed out different types of plants and animals to Omega as you traveled from planet to them, you ate breakfast with Wrecker every morning, you shared quiet conversations with Tech as the ship hurtled through hyperspace, and you learned what Hunter’s favorite sweets were, making sure to pick some up whenever you saw them. Hells, you slept in Echo’s bunk with him, because there were only so many beds on the ship, and now that Crosshair had returned, some things had to be shifted around.

He didn’t understand why he cared so much about where you slept, but he didn’t want to think about it. He tried to nonchalantly ask Tech why you were sharing with Echo, and that conversation only made his feelings more confusing.

“Is Echo really comfortable sharing his bunk with her?”

“I don’t understand what you mean,” Tech had responded, not looking up from the control panel he was fiddling with. “He was the one who came up with this arrangement when you returned to the ship, as she had worked closely with him and his company on many missions before he was captured and taken prisoner all that time ago. And you should be grateful that he offered, or otherwise, you’d be sleeping on the floor until we could get you a hammock from Cid.”

What? That was not the answer he was expecting. He knew that logically it didn’t make sense to leave his bunk open when he was no longer part of the team, but he didn’t even consider the fact that you used to sleep where he did now. “Is everyone else really fine with her?”

That question finally got his brother to look up at him. “Crosshair, you are the only one she acts different around. She’s friendly with the rest of us because we aren’t rude and diminishing to her on a daily basis.”

“I-” Crosshair started to respond, but Tech cut him off.

“I don’t know what you were expecting honestly,” he said. “First of all, she has just lost her home, family, and way of life, and on top of that she’s being hunted down simply for surviving. Maybe she would have put up with your osik before all that, but now I don’t blame her for pushing back. Even though the inhibitor chip is no longer in your body, you’ve done nothing to show her that you’re any different from the man who tried to kill us in the name of Empire.”

This conversation was not going where Crosshair wanted it to. All he wanted to know was why the rest of the team got along so well with you, and now Tech was telling him that this whole thing was his fault?

“So what do you suggest I do?”

“I do not know Crosshair, that is your responsibility to figure out.”

Unsurprisingly, Crosshair took no initiative to change his situation, and instead continued to antagonize you whenever the two of you crossed paths. Since the ship wasn’t that big, it happened an estimated two to three times a day, and the rest of the batch were growing tired of the arguing. No one ever directly approached him and told him to knock it off, but it was clear that an attempt to limit the amount of times that you and him crossed paths was being made.

This week, he estimated that he had seen you twice, and both times you had simply thrown a glare in his direction and continued on your way. But just because you didn’t trade insults with him these past few days, it didn’t mean that you were gone from his head. The Havoc Marauder had been traveling through hyperspace, and each member of the batch was assigned a four hour shift where they were the one watching the cockpit. Twice had he returned from his shift at the front of the ship to see you and Echo cuddled up together in your shared bunk, and a feeling that he couldn’t quite explain bubbled in his stomach.

Jealousy, the logical part of his brain told him, there was no other explanation for the way his insides twisted when he saw you like that. But there was no way that could be true, because Crosshair had never felt anything for you but contempt and annoyance. He could care less who you spent your time with, or at least that’s what he told himself.

Right now he was laying in his bunk, tossing and turning as he tried to get his mind to quiet down enough so he could sleep, but nothing was working so far. He didn’t want to look over at Echo’s bunk, he didn’t want to be in this room right now, he didn’t want to be on this ship right now. Things were so much simpler before the end of the war, when he was just a soldier traveling with a few of his brothers, not a fugitive traveling with a Jedi and little kid.

Eventually, he drove himself crazy laying in his bunk, so he climbed down as quietly as possible and headed to the cockpit. He wanted to get one of the canteens of water that were stored under the main dashboard of the ship, and if whoever was keeping watch wanted to get a little shut-eye, he could watch everything for a little while. It shouldn’t have been a surprise to him that you were the one keeping watch right now, the galaxy clearly had a penchant for torturing him with situations like this.

“Is everything okay?” you asked him as he walked in.

“Everything’s fine,” he said flatly. “I just came in here for a canteen of water.”

You nodded and turned back to watching the blue streaks of hyperspace pass by the ship as Crosshair grabbed a canteen. He hovered awkwardly by the door as he tried to decide whether or not he wanted to ask you whether or not you were tired. After a few seconds though, the decision was made for him when you broke the silence. “Forgive me for asking such a personal question to someone who clearly hates my guts, but are you sure you’re okay? I can tell something is bothering you.”

He was caught off guard for a second before he remembered the Force, the thing he wasn’t sure he believed in but had seen various Jedi employ during the years he and his brothers went on one-off missions with them. You seemed genuinely concerned for him, so he decided to answer your question truthfully. “I couldn’t sleep,” he said.

You nodded. “Do you want to sit out here for a little?” you asked. “I find that the hypnotic effect of hyperspace sometimes helps calm my worries.”

“Alright,” he said as he sat down, voice notably quieter than it usually was. But there was only so many times he could take sips of water from the canteen before the stillness of the cockpit became too much for him, so eventually he broke the silence. “I don’t hate you.”

“Hmm?” you asked, turning to look at him with an inquisitive look on your face. “What do you mean?”

“You said it was clear that I hated your guts, but that’s not true,” he clarified. “I’ve had a lot of things to deal with since they removed my chip, and I unfairly took it out on the one person I didn’t recognize on the ship. I suppose you may hate me, but I don’t hate you.”

“I think we’re both in similar spots right now,” you said. “So much has changed since the end of the war, and I lost so many people that I was close with. When I started traveling with your brothers and sister, I found a place where I felt like I could belong, and then you came back, and I was worried that I’d be cast away because the ship was only so big. I don’t hate you either, no matter how much you got on my nerves.”

This was the real you, Crosshair realized, not the woman who slung insults at him like grenades, who always had a sharp retort locked and loaded for when he said something snarky. He remembered what it was like when Order 66 was delivered, how half of his brain was completely ready to kill that padawan while the other half desperately tried to keep him from pulling the trigger. He had spent enough time with his brothers again to understand the feeling of being hunted, and for you it must have been so much worse.

He didn’t say anything as he processed your words, and eventually you spoke once more. “What do you say we call a truce between us? I’m not asking you to be my best friend, but I don’t want to fight with you anymore.”

“Yeah,” he said quietly, the words coming out of his mouth almost instantly. “I can agree to that.”

And for the rest of the night the two of you sat there in comfortable silence, watching the blue streaks of hyperspace pass you by.

- end of part one -

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sunshinesdaydream · 9 months

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The Power of Love Part One

Pairing: Hardcase x Reader (She/They) AU: Right to Love Clone Matchmaking AU Rating: SFW Summary: Both Hardcase and Reader have a hard time with romantic partners understanding them. Content Warning: Mention of sex Word Count: 2405

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Part 1/Part 2/Part 3

Notes: - I'm working on a couple of OC profiles for Isa and Greatheart. They kind of ended up with a backstory.

-Credit for dividers goes to @freesia-writes and the clone trooper helmets @lornaka

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“Hardcase!” She said sharply. “You aren’t even paying attention!” He had spaced out again. While on holocall with Kia. “Oh, sorry,” he apologized. “Have you been chewing your shirt strings again?” She huffed. He looked down at his sweatshirt, new civilian style stuff. But had been printed with a logo one of the guys from the battalion had made for them. It was probably his favorite piece of civi clothing, much to Kia's disgust. But, yeah, he had been chewing on the strings. Kix had explained why he did stuff like that, but he didn’t really remember the details. Not that it would matter to Kia. “What are you, 5?” She asked. Absentminded he answered, “13,” “What?” She hissed. “13 standard” he answered, his mind automatically going down the spiral of 'Because of accelerated growth, mid 20's because the injections that fixed the accelerated growth made that variable... or something?' “You know what I meant,” Kia huffed. He looked up at the projection and wondered what he was doing. Appeasing her so he could keep pretending to be the person she wanted him to be? Without consideration he said, “I'm done,” “We are not done talking!” she demanded. “Not what I meant, but yeah that too. I'm done with whatever this is,” He responded. She shrieked in protest. And he shut the call off. He made his way back to the bunkroom and threw himself into his bunk, retrieving his data pad and headphones. Before he could disappear into music and drawing Fives appeared. “And how is the ever lovely Kia today?” Fives asked, batting his eyes dramatically. “Pissed off,” Hardcase said, trying to go back to his datapad. Fives snatched it out of his hands. “Fives, not now,” Hardcase said. “Kriff off, not now,” Fives said, passing the datapad back to Echo, who handed it to Jesse. “What happened?” “I got tired of trying to be someone I'm not for someone I don't

really care about,” Hardcase huffed. “Can I please have my 'pad back?” “No way,” Jesse said, “we got tons more to talk about,” “Why were you doing it if you didn't care about her?” Fives demanded. Hardcase shrugged, “The thing to do, I guess. You guys are all happy with who you are with and I just thought it was because I kark things up,” “That's different, we didn't pick up someone following us around 79's,” Fives pointed out. Hardcase being in a rare bad mood answered, “Well, I never have trouble picking someone up. Figured that's why you went,” A general insulted shout went through the group. “I have NEVER had a problem with the ladies,” Fives insisted. “No, he's right,” Tup, perched on his bunk over Hardcase's, “You do come on a bit too strong Fives,” “You too!” Fives asked, clutching his chest as if stabbed, “I'm wounded, how dare!” “Five's questionable flirting prowess aside,” Echo said. “That does not account for the pretty boy up there,” he gestured back to Tup. Considering that, Hardcase had to agree. Tup, between the long hair, somehow exceptionally thick eyelashes and general sweetness could take his pick of any room home if he wanted. “If I promise to go to the matchmaking service, will you please give me my datapad back?” And that's how, two days after their return to Coruscant, he was being marched into Right to Love. He had hoped that when they got back that the others would be so involved with their partners that they would forget. Not a chance. Hardcase was pretty sure that their partners were in on it. Rex's definitely was. He figured that's why Rex had decided to come along too. It made sense when the others had gone with Rex. Rex, to be fair, was a disaster. Even then it had only been Echo, Fives, Jesse, and Kix that had gone. He, Tup, and Cody met them afterwards. Not only those four but now Rex and Tup were also happily following them over to the room set aside for the “moral support/friends profile” thing. He wasn't anxious, honestly he didn't expect anything to come of it. He was there to appease his brothers so that he could go back to base and go about his life.

But when he read the first question on the formwork, 'What are you looking for in a potential partner' he let himself imagine. He was pacing when the woman entered the room. “Oh, sorry,” he said immediately. “What for? I kept you waiting,” she smiled. “I’m Isa, it’s good to meet you. Your profile was interesting, that’s why it took some time.” Hardcase shifted on his feet, he was used to being called interesting. But it was usually in a more exasperated tone. “Ma’am?” He said. “I have a lot I want to ask you, you are truly interesting,” Isa said, “I’d offer to walk while we talk, but guess you don’t want everyone to overhear everything?” Hardcase thought of Echo and Fives trying to spy on Rex’s date. “Yeah, rather not,” he agreed, sitting down. As she sat across from him Isa said, ”if you need to stand and move around while we talk, I understand,” In answer to his confused expression she continued, “I have a friend, they also have the urge to move more often,” Hardcase wasn’t used to people outside of Kix or Rex that understood, most of his brothers just coped with it in whatever way. It made Dogma's anxiety worse. He nodded and Isa continued, ”Your answers were very unique in a way we don’t often see,” ‘Oh, so back to being weird’ Hardcase thought. He was beginning to see it’s what the nat borns saw as defective. Not that he wasn’t defective, he definitely was. He had just accepted that difference long ago and embraced it. It hadn’t gotten him decommissioned , so why worry? “I think you are misinterpreting what I’m saying,” Isa said. “You are very creative, and actually very much know what you want. If half our clients gave us as rich of answers as you gave us our jobs would be much easier” “I didn’t think I did, I kind of rambled,” he answered. “No, it was all very useful,” she answered. “Useful enough that I have someone in mind. I just want to ask some questions first,”

Half an hour later he was walking into the lobby, the others were sitting around waiting for him “Are we going to go? I’m starving!” He said, when he joined the others. They went to a plaza that had several food speedertrucks parked around. They went to one that was selling nerfdogs. Finding out that there were spicy options, Fives and Jesse get into their usual “who can handle the heat” competition and order as hot as they can get. The others got typical nerfdogs and toppings. Echo tried to appeal to Kix to pull his medic status to stop them. “I'm the medic,not their keeper. They want to be stupid, let them!” Kix said, while Rex ignored the whole situation. “So, how'd it go?” Echo asked, looking at Fives and Jesse in disgust as the two of them stared each other down taking the first bite. Hardcase said between bites, “they liked my profile,” “Of course they did!” Fives said, pretending his eyes weren't tearing up from the spice, “you’re one of us. Obviously you’re amazing even if you are a di'kut .” “Look who’s talking,” Rex muttered. Fives was too busy trying desperately to cover his reaction to the spicy food to be dramatically offended...this time. And Jesse was too busy trying to power through his to laugh like the others did. The others went their separate ways after lunch. Except Rex, who walked back with him.

“You aren’t waiting for a com,” Rex observed. “Why wouldn’t I?” Hardcase couldn’t tell if Rex knew or if he should be offended. “They already matched you, haven’t they?” Rex asked. “Yeah,” Hardcase answered, ”Echo find a way to bug the room?” Rex laughed, “He would, wouldn’t he? No, he’ll wait until you get your information. But as soon as you agreed to go I had a better slicer friend fix your accounts to where Echo is only going to see the default 'We're still working on your Match' message. You will, of course be able to see everything you need.” “Why?” Hardcase wondered why Rex would go through the trouble. “Because I wouldn’t mind the boys getting a bit of payback. And I know you are up for a prank, my credits are on whoever they picked for you will be too” Rex grinned. “Do you really think so?” Hardcase asked him. “They are really good at finding what a person needs. I'm fairly sure that you need someone to have fun with. If they knew who to match you with right away, I think it's a good sign,” Rex answered.

“Absolutely not” you said, leaning back in the chair. “I told you to take my profile out of the system because it was karking up your stats” “It was two matches, and the results of both gave us feedback with which to optimize our questions” Isa responded. “And you were being dramatic, like you are now,” “Great, just great,” you grumble. “I guess this means you already told him I’d meet him,” “Of course!” Isa exclaimed, “you two need each other,” You sigh and sip on your drink, popping a flavor bubble in your mouth. You had become friends with Isa on the medical frigate even before Greatheart had arrived there. Now she was close enough to consider family. “If you want I can call someone else and have them compare the profiles,” Isa offered. “You don’t have to do that,” you sigh. “It’s hardly your fault that some of these guys don’t really want what they think they want. ” “We have a better set of questions we ask in the interview stage,” Isa insisted. “Still, I’ll send it out to the others for review and get feedback.” You pick up the data pad she had slid over to you awhile ago and opened the file. “Hardcase… you are joking with me, making up a guy?” You shake your head. “I get it, fine. I’ll go with whoever you set me up with,” “Good, because this is him,”Isa said. “Why do you guys not do pictures of them?” You ask, exasperated. “Because,” Isa gestured, “you have to be around them all the time to be able to tell the difference outside of hair and tattoos the way we do” “Well, you know your stripped down profiles tell us nothing.” You point out. “You are being obstinate,” Isa said. “Fine. he’s still active military, in a battalion that rotates from assisting in the efforts of making sections of the undercity safe and recovery efforts off planet,” “Still in because he doesn’t do anything else?” You ask, scrolling down but you see an extensive list of hobbies and interests. “No, if I had to guess it has more to do with his brothers. It’s a particularly close knit group. I’ve done matches for a few of them,” she told you, “all successful by the way. They always have one or two of the others with them when they come in. This time there were five, plus their CO,” “We already said I’m the problem child,” you point out. “Highly

visible tattoos?” “Yes, but honestly they are gorgeous,” Isa said. “Really? Should Greatheart be jealous?” You ask. “Jealous of what?” The man in question walked into the room. “Hello, Love,” he gave Isa a quick kiss. Then looked at you and said, ”Heard you brought me caf, sis” You gesture to the cup on the desk next to the tea you brought Isa. “This guy with the ‘gorgeous’ tattoos,” you say. “The guy from this morning?” He asks. Isa nodded and Greatheart pulled the other seat in the room up to Isa’s desk. “Isn’t it your break, wouldn’t you rather do something other than meddle in my love life,” you ask. “Nope, sis, you are priority,” he said, sipping at the caf. “Does have some nice tats, evidently designed them himself. Talked to his CO for awhile, I think Isa’s right,” “You two have already been talking about this?” “No, after he left I went to suggest it to Isa. Just seemed like,” he shrugged, ”I don’t know. I had a good feeling about it. But Isa had already set up the date for you two,” “Which club is it at anyways?” You ask. The dates Isa set you up at usually were at a club. They had been a couple of guys that said they were looking for someone fun and adventurous and that they liked a good laugh. Turns out fun was going to the clubs adventure was sex and good laughs were with his brothers. Basically they wanted a long term battalion bunny that could sit next to them, laugh at their jokes, and look pretty. Weird was not pretty, and honestly their idea ofsex wasn't terribly adventurous either. “Not a club,” Isa said, gesturing to the ‘pad. You sigh and scroll down. “Oh, we’re being upfront with the weird this time,” you say. “He seemed really interested, says he likes trying new things,” Isa said. “And i thought that might work out better if they saw you doing things you like outside the clubs. He was willing to meet there. He actually put anywhere on his list of preferred places,” “The rink isn’t on mine,” you point out. Isa shrugged, ”It will work out the best,” “‘Heart, what did his CO say?” You ask. “You can’t…” Isa began. “You have confidentially clauses with him,” you say. “He doesn't with the CO,,” Greatheart grinned, “well, if I didn’t know his CO by reputation I’m not sure I would have believed him. Guy was quiet, fidgeted a lot… but then most do here. But when he came out of his interview he was… well more like someone I’d see you with. And with what his CO said, he just makes sense.” “But what did he say?” you ask again. “Someone is excited,” Isa said. You roll your eyes and focus back on Greatheart, who says. “He had some really good stories about him. He seems like a lot of fun, and you might have trouble keeping up with him instead of the other way around,”

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ryehouses · 1 year

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Do you have any Boba povs of doing aftercare with Din? You are so great, thank you!

hello hello!! i am once again attempting to clear out my inbox! sorry this took so goddamn long. looking at any sort of word document in the last, like, month and a half has made me break out into hives!

oh yeah do i have aftercare. thought about doing a 5 + 1 kind of thing for this but then didn't have the energy to pull a bunch of disparate scenes together, so instead, here you go!

set during chapter 7, "evaar'la," immediately following din and boba's first proper scene.

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in which everybody could use a few more hugs.

Din Djarin, Boba discovered, was a cuddler.

I don’t know why that’s a surprise, Boba thought, as Djarin collapsed against Boba’s side and tucked his face into Boba’s shoulder. Maybe it’s the armor.

A lot about Djarin had been a surprise from the first time Boba had met him, so it made an odd sort of sense that even this was a surprise.

Surprise or not, this was the most demonstrative and easy to read that Djarin had been all night, and Boba was happy to give Djarin what he needed. He didn’t think that Djain had heard a word that Boba’d said since Boba had peeled him away from the wall, but that was alright too.

“Kandosii,” Boba murmured, reaching back into his memory for the scraps of mando’a that he still remembered. Every word tasted like the air on Kamino. Not the stale, recycled, clean-scrubbed air of Tipoca City but the air outside it, salt and rain, engine fuel, the rare taste of sunlight warming cool metal. Boba remembered more mando’a than he’d thought. Something about Djarin made it easy to recall.

“Gar moti jahaal’yc,” Boba said. Djarin had taken that flogger well. Better than Boba’d thought that he would, for a man who’d never taken a flogger before.

Another surprise, thought Boba wryly.

He smoothed a careful hand down Djarin’s back, rubbing in the last of the bacta he’d brought over. Boba hadn’t given Djarin much – Djarin had resented the kark out of Boba’s attempts to look after his bruises before – but he’d hopefully struck a balance between letting Djarin keep his bruises and making sure that Djarin could move in the morning.

Djarin pressed his nose deeper into the meat of Boba’s arm and made a grumbling noise, unhappy as a wet tooka.

Boba smiled and had to resist the urge to hide that smile in Djarin’s hair.

We’re not that familiar with each other, yet, Boba thought. He settled for tugging his fingers through Djarin’s hair instead, loosening a few of the sweaty tangles that had gathered at Djarin’s temples.

“Still with me, Djar’ika?” Boba added. The endearment fell off his tongue just as easily as the other scraps of mando’a had.

Djarin repeated the grumbling sound.

He’s not sitting up on his own, Boba thought. Most of Djarin’s weight was tipped against Boba’s side. Djarin hadn’t reached for Boba. He was clutching the edge of Boba’s work table instead. Djarin was trembling faintly.

That’s an easy enough fix. Djarin wasn’t back with Boba, not yet. Boba didn’t mind. Djarin could take his time – he’d certainly earned a bit of a rest.

I had to flog him senseless to get him there, Boba thought, settling himself more firmly in his own seat so that he could support Djarin without having to worry about Djarin toppling over, moving his fingers through Djarin’s hair again, since Djarin seemed to like the touch, but that’s alright. It’s – it’s been a while since I’ve gotten the chance to work someone over like that.

Boba’s own blood was still singing. The sounds Djarin had made – the ones he’d kept behind his teeth and the ones he’d given up, the ones that had been torn out of him – echoed somewhere in the bottom of Boba’s chest.

Yeah, he’s earned some time to rest.

“Udesii,” Boba murmured, shifting so that Djarin’s forehead was pressed against Boba’s shoulder. He tugged a few curls at the nape of Djarin’s neck and was rewarded with a soft groan. “Gar morut’yc.”

The words were easy to reach. Boba hadn’t bothered with this much mando’a in years and years, but the words were there waiting when Boba reached for them.

“Gar morut’yc,” he repeated. Djarin hummed in agreement. He was huddled against Boba’s side like he thought that Boba would shove Djarin away at any second, like a krayt dragon curled up around a pearl. Skin-hunger like this was common enough after a heavy session, but something about the way that Djarin was hiding his face against Boba’s body – about the way that he clearly wanted to touch Boba, but was clutching at the table instead, made Boba want to frown.

He carefully set that feeling aside and kept the frown out of his voice. Djarin’d be sensitive, like this; Boba didn’t want him to think that he’d been anything but good.

He told me that no one had touched him in more than a year, Boba remembered, wanting to wince. Another surprise – Boba wasn’t sure what clan Djarin came from, but the Mandalorians Boba’d grown up around had always been touching each other, clapping shoulders, ruffling hair, scruffing each other like anooba cubs.

Another surprise.

A surprise that Boba didn’t particularly like, either.

This isn’t about me and what I like, though. Boba’d have time to parse his own thoughts and feelings about what had happened tonight later. Boba’d gotten what he needed – now it was time to make sure that Djarin got the same.

Boba shifted again, settling Djarin more firmly against his side. They were pressed together now from shoulder to hip and hip to knee. The tremors in Djarin’s arms were starting to fade.

“Gar morut’yc,” Boba said again. His mouth was full of salt. “N’tayli gar.”

mando’a: Djar’ika: “Little Djarin.” Gar morut’yc: “You’re safe, you’re alright.” Kandosii: “Nice job, well done.” Gar moti jahaal’yc: “You stood well, you stood strong.” Kandosii: “Nice job, well done.” N’tayli gar: “I’ve got you.” Udesii: “Relax, take it easy, find respite.”

#ast asks #ast 'verse pov tag #i'm so sorry that it's been like.#weeks since i posted any povs #my brain is bad and i'm tired!

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sinisterexaggerator · 2 years

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Cad Bane alone on his ship, lets his mind wander, to that soft mammalian skin and warmth, how easy it is to bit and mark with his teeth...

Trigger Happy

Pairing: Cad Bane x Cad Bane / Cad Bane x Cad Bane's hand? / Cad Bane x AFAB(Fem) Reader

(Screenshot by @renek-bane)

Word count: 4.2+

Warnings: Explicit. 18+ / NSFW for: Masturbation, hand jobs, autoerotic asphyxiation and belt play, choking, gagging, strangulation, double-duros dick, boners/erections, alien anatomy, self-lubrication, boy pussy (bussy?) touching oneself, xenophilia, mammal kink, and fantasies involving biting, blood, blow jobs, brat taming, pheromones, marking, PiV sex, and finally ... ejaculation.

I.E. Cad Bane masturbates to the thought of reader.

Cad Bane's casual ensemble inspired by @deepbluespace4's amazing artwork. What a perfect outfit to relax in.

[AO3]

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The bone chilling, fathomless darkness of deep space could penetrate just about anyone both physically and mentally should you not have your head on straight before taking to the stars.

In the early days, Duros were some of the first spacefaring species, navigating across unknown territory with barely anything but the clothes on their backs and the stories they passed down, generation to generation. Bane thought it must have been unnerving, for there would be no one around to hear you scream if it came to that.

Of course, nowadays there was the convenience of hyperlanes and comm units built into ships. Perhaps help was never too far off, though he wouldn’t know anything about that, seeing as in his line of work he preferred to remain under the auspices of scrambled codes or encrypted frequencies.

Allies were few, far, and in between, trustworthy associates even fewer, and friends were nearly nonexistent, save for his little confidant, a droid. Droids could be programmed. Droids were loyal unless something interfered with their ones and zeroes. He did not have to worry that Todo might change his mind one day and stab him in that back for profit. That kind of behavior was reserved for those of flesh and blood, not precious alloys and electronic circuitry.

Yes, his was a lonely, boorish existence except the times when it was not. Had he cared to, his own stories would more than entertain a listening ear for hours on end, recounting his various misdeeds to propagate his legacy, for even he would not live forever, though possibly in the minds of man if he were lucky. He had already reached his own potential, and the only place to go from here was down.

There was the time he had held the senate hostage, negotiating his terms with the Chancellor himself. He had got away clean though his work had been cut out for him. Still, it was something to be proud of.

Then, there was the time he had stolen a Jedi Holocron for a dark lord of the Sith right beneath the nose of a dozen Jedi, not to mention the subsequent kidnapping of force-sensitive children, though the pay was more than commensurate for the job. Besides, he had no qualms with handing over a few younglings – it meant less goody two-shoes, lightsaber wielding bastards to deal with in the future. The fewer there were, the better it was for business, unless the business itself was killing Jedi, then he might as well have gone and karked himself.

There was an idea.

Bane initiated the sequence that would pull the Justifier from hyperspace into realspace, decelerating from lightspeed so that his starship could putter to a crawl. He scanned the parameter with sensitive detection equipment, the Duros some five parsecs from the nearest planet. He was alone out here, as was in his favor.

He relaxed, kicking one boot off as he placed his bare foot up on the console, finally allowing himself to breathe. His toes wriggled in a much-needed stretch as his vision adjusted to the sight before him. The blue of pseudomotion, the façade of the broadening and expansion of varying astronomical objects, it could be a bother on the eyes for when you just wanted to decompress. The stillness of the void was always a welcomed sight, no matter how daunting or disconcerting it could be if you allowed yourself to dwell on its reality.

One thing about space, is it is cold. Luckily for the Duros he had the foresight and the know-how to equip the Justifier with an internal heating system that rivaled the warmth of Tatooine should he require it. Nothing like basking on a rock when you couldn’t control your internal body temperature. He made up for that with his insulated suit in foreign atmospheres, yet here he could be at peace long enough to adorn simpler attire – it was nice to forgo the armor once in a while, and what better place than “home.”

Still, his scaled flesh bristled beneath his sparse linen tunic, subdued in coloration as per his usual, though soft to the touch and comfortable. It allowed his limbs more freedom of movement, as well as the absence of his gadgetry.

“Bane,” Todo cut in through the communications console, calling to his master from his place within the confines of the ship. “Why have we slowed down? Is everything all right?”

“Felt like it,” the hunter gruffly responded, not in the mood to answer any questions. At times like these, times when he wanted to be alone with himself, even the presence of a non-sentient with the ability to speak could be a nuisance. “Worry about de inventory. Figur’ out what we need te restock.”

“I was only asking. No need to be rude. I am at your service, after all,” the droid responded curtly, Bane accomplishing the task of getting him off his back, if only for the next few standard hours.

The Duros adjusted the angle of his hat, took the time to roll up each of his sleeves in turn, then activated the Justifer’s holomap to get a better idea on his position, a single wave of his hand and a pinching of his fingers easily manipulating the spherical planets in the nearby vicinity to his liking. He zoomed in on one in particular, roughly fifteen light-years away. It would take no time at all to reach with the aid of his hyperdrive, yet he chose to coast merrily along.

The current bounty he was after resided elsewhere, a dirtball in the Mid Rim Territories by the name of Aloxor. His potential score was last seen in the city of Tiquwe, a hotbed of criminal activity sheltering a plethora of pirates, though this planet, Inusagi, was in a quadrant not too far from his destination and home to a creature fairer than any other he had ever laid his eyes upon: you.

Inusagi was a planet rich in culture and art. It benefited by being in close proximity to other wealthy locales, such as Naboo. You were an avid collector of precious artifacts and priceless objects, a person of high class.

Bane let his mind wander for a spell. Human women were fodder for the imagination. There was something about their soft mammalian skin, the way it radiated warmth, a thing he often craved. Their breasts, two doughy prominences located on the upper ventral region of a female’s torso, serving as mammary glands to aid in the feeding of young, yet he could not help that he wanted to heft their weight in his hands. That thought only broached the surface of his musings.

Duros had no such features, including the small projections known as nipples by and large – they were unique to those descended from primates as far as Bane was aware, though he was sure there must be exceptions to the rule.

And then there was you.

You were a perfect specimen, putting the rest of your species to shame with a simple glance or a toss of your lustrous hair. Those lips - so full, lush, and sensuous - they had no business doing anything that wasn’t at the bidding of Bane himself, though he was always hard pressed to get the response he desired – one of willful obedience. Though, he had to hand it to you – a night with you was never dull.

Bane knew better than to expect anything less than mouthy backtalk. It was part of the game you liked to play. You always put up a fight just for the kark of it. You thought him egotistical, repugnant in a sense, and Bane had to earn his reward, though he thought the trouble was well worth it, and the ordeal itself added a little flavor to the whole affair.

Someone had stolen something of yours – you had paid him to get it back, and then some. From then on anytime he was in the neighborhood he had made sure to check-in. However, not this time. Unfortunately, he could not allow the trail to go cold, no matter how badly he may have wanted to pursue you. Taking a detour was not an option.

In any case, you were fickle, outspoken, brash by all definitions of the word. A brat for lack of a better label, one he had enjoyed breaking in like the proud wrangler of an untamed mare - a beast of burden that could take his cocks just as well as the load that came with them, though the longer he stayed away, the easier it was for you to forget your place – on your knees.

Bane groaned, a low and gravelly sound, accompanied by the slow dispersal of carbon dioxide from his lungs. His loins began to stir of their own volition, though it was his fault for lingering on the image of your face, your curvy body. One hand moved languidly, not in a hurry to address his needs as he had put them off for quite some time. He only knew it to be a necessity to keep his head clear, Bane gently cupping the bulge that had begun to form in the seat of his dark trousers.

The gathering of intel, the calculation of astronavigational coordinates, the hunt. All these things kept the Duros preoccupied, but there was no purpose in denying himself a bit of enjoyment since he had the opportunity, and there was no telling when he might get another chance.

Oh, to bathe in the delicious scent of your fragrant pheromones, to be able to bury his olfactory organs into the strands of your full mane - and your neck. You always left it so open, so defenseless, exposed to the elements, hair pulled away from its nape in an elaborate coif upon his visitations, for you knew – you knew what you were doing.

The hand that rested upon his lap was forced to move. Bane desired the friction, massaging the protrusion of his organs that had started to emerge from the slot of his groin. Hard-ons were practically unbearable when he was suited up, threatening to puncture the insulation of his suit only to be stopped by the sheer density of the material in its way.

At this juncture, Bane lounged, his phalli lengthening themselves by several inches, though he did not yet allow himself to fully surrender to the figurative brain that lived below. He slowed his breathing, focusing on the stars beyond the windscreen with heavy-lidded eyes. To give in too soon wouldn’t be as fun as nursing himself more leisurely.

His thoughts returned to the curvature of your throat, the smooth surface where he oftentimes found himself embedded to the hilt of his sharp canines. His carnivorous, predatory nature demanded he taste of the life-giving fluid that helped sustain you, sweeter than the most delectable vintage of Alderaanian wine, redder than the saber of a Sith, and warmer than the once tropical waters of his home planet, though a far distant memory for his kind.

The pungent aroma, the tangy savor, the way you feigned a struggle though the echoes of ecstasy that left your lips easily betrayed the depths of your true feelings. The sound alone, like a small animal caught in the jaws of a killer; you were prey, and he found himself more than once wholly immersed in your performance, the mere recollection causing Bane to emit another low-key lecherous moan from the bands of his vocal chords.

By now the ache beneath his outspread palm had increased to proportions that could not so simply be ignored. His gloves had long since been removed as they had no express function being on his person during the few hours he tried to unwind and loosen up. He dislodged himself long enough to unbuckle his gundark leather belt, undoing the fastener at his waist.

Bane continued his undressing by clasping the stop of his zipper between the vertices of one blue digit and his thumb, teeth separating in increments and ending at the base of the closure. The Duros had chosen to go commando within the safety of his ship, nothing currently preventing the spanning of his sex save two thin flaps of fabric he now parted by sliding his fingers beneath their paltry woven barrier.

The remembrance of your blood flowing from his mark, dripping along your tepid epidermis to course towards the swell of your perfect tits caused Bane to finally touch himself, one massive hand reaching, searching out his double-cocks as the tips of his stiffening members had pushed their way through his body’s opening. They were accompanied by a thick slick of lubrication that was natural for his ilk, Duros already ready and raring to go without the aid of another’s personal branding. The sheen was sticky yet clear, and pleasing to the tastebuds, or so he had heard.

Bane caressed the heads of his steadily growing erections with a thumb twice the size of any human’s, already a scant seepage trickling from the slit of one cock as he further stimulated himself, his personal reflections wandering back to the near flawless, photographic visual of you he kept secret within his mind’s sharp eye. Not only that, but your palatability, the texture of your skin – it was as if he had only left you yesterday.

Salty undertones mixed with seraphic sweetness, your feminine form honeyed as well as your words, beseeching him to dominate and deprive you of your meager willpower. You could not resist him once it began, once he had wormed his way into your ignoble desires, Bane easily capable of destroying your resolve with a sole act of endearment.

Perhaps it would be the almost indolent stroking of your cheek, or a rigid, authoritative grasp of your chin as he watched you imbibe the whole of his cock. The other might happen to be tended to by the firm flexing of your fist as you whined, spittle leaking and covering your orifice in an obscene veneer. It would cause the hunter to grace you with a sneer of paradoxical ridicule, for his carnal appetite for you was common knowledge.

With both cocks now fully engorged with green blood, Bane encapsulated the entirety of himself within the center of his palm. Elongated, reedy fingers cinched closed over his dual girths - they were more than a handful, but that had never stopped him before.

Bane duly pumped his dicks to the thought of your parted lips forming a ring around his ribs and crests, his own ridges gliding succinctly along by the calculated movements of his wrist. His organic lubricity aided him in gradually picking up the pace, the point of his tongue glossing the peaks of his fangs as he licked his top lip upon the way.

He rasped out a hiss between now gritted teeth, exhaling deeply as he applied thoughtful strokes, the underside of his fingers toying with his own oily effusion as he carefully teased himself. Who was to say how many times he had done this before?

Bane slouched deliberately in his highbacked captain’s chair, leg bending further as that one foot remained atop the nearest onboard computer terminal. His unoccupied hand took to digging into the muscle of his thigh, reminiscent of something you might do from your undoubted position on the ground as you clung to him.

Your nails often left scratches, or caused him to bleed. Under any normal circumstance drawing Bane’s own blood was a reason for a swift, merciless death, yet he found he enjoyed the pain, enjoyed watching your face contort in the throes of passion by doing nothing more than glutting yourself on all he had to give.

He didn’t have nails, or talons of any sort. He was not able to reproduce the same effect though his head leaned back against the headrest of his chair, his floppy hat giving way as it folded beneath him. His lascivious gesticulations intensified in fervor, recalling how as soon as you had guzzled your fill of his seed from one phallus, he had impaled you with another, sheathing himself in the velvety wetness of your throat to the cusp of your oropharynx until you had nearly choked.

You had complained verbally in the form of a lewd mewl between gasps for air, yet your chemical secretions told another story, the one of the ravenous hunger you had for the hunter whose cock was jammed inside your pretty mouth.

Bane’s nimble hand moved from where it rested upon his sinewy leg for his fingers to twist and manipulate the hidden seam of his tunic. Digits nestled into the groove, pushing the fabric apart into two halves as he fondled the firm pectorals of his own chest. His hips bucked in his chair in a measured rhythm as he drove the meat of his ass into the cushioning beneath him, his scales cool to the touch though all parts of him felt warm, if only an illusion.

He further divided the bits of cloth until they hung open, a sigh reverberating through a jagged exhalation. He indulged himself, fingers traipsing, gallivanting to-and-fro as they roamed the expanse of his abdomen in an almost loving gesture; a gift that no one else could give, for that meant he would be leaving himself assailable in the presence of another, and there was no excuse for that. None that could be forgiven should he wind up dead.

Hot and bothered was an understatement, Bane’s hold tightening on the shafts of his cocks as he compressed them together, repetitively sliding them back and forth between the curvature of his palm. His slick made it easy, semisoft pads moving upward to brush sensually perpendicular to his sternum, grazing the cleft between his pecs until he crossed his left clavicle, finally seizing his own throat between the crook of his thumb and forefinger.

The breathing apparatus, the tubes that prevented Jedi from crushing his windpipe into pulp or depriving him of oxygen, had in this rare instance been discarded. Bane’s dexterous, willowy extremities mimicked what the sensation might feel like, cutting off his flow of air as they skirted the span of his neck to sweep below the sharp angles of his jawline. They groped tightly, fingertips burying themselves snuggly in the tender place beneath his mandible, Bane baring his fangs as his lips once more separated, testing the limits of this new, perverse restriction upon himself.

Cad was well-versed in the source of his own pleasure, staying to either side of his esophagus so as not to irrevocably harm himself in the process. This type of thing, when on offer, was a compliment – a way to give or receive control to or from your partner. Bane liked to remain in control at all times. He would never allow anyone to put him in such a vulnerable position. No one except himself.

Strangulation so close to an orgasm could beget an almost euphoric effect, yet it also coincided with profound psychological implications, Bane taking on a role in the privacy of his own starship of one who was submissive, if only a façade. The fact he could easily end his own life should he go too far was at the forefront of his thoughts - too far, or not far enough for this particular example.

Still, he tried. His grip constricted more compactly around his throat as the fingers of the other hand clenched into a fist. The speed with which he wrested himself amplified, imagining the rapturous sounds of your muffled cries as he filled your belly with his sperm.

It should have been enough, this… fantasy. This total relinquishment of his defenses and the bitter taste of urgency influencing his ardency as his body crept closer and closer to climax, though something was lacking.

His chokehold released, both on himself and on his cocks. He hastily latched onto the buckle of his leather belt, yanking it through the loops as it cracked, the accessory moving faster than the speed of sound in the millisecond it took to remove so that it prompted the auditory breaking of the barrier. He was quick to strap it around his neck, shackling himself by refitting the buckle. He hurriedly tossed the free end around the head of his chair, pulling on the bit of material still slack in order to jerk his head backward, the increase of pressure more than he could have hoped for.

Once accomplished, he returned to work on himself, pulling the belt taut as he gagged to the thought of you nearly choking, though on the width and length of his foreign anatomy – foreign to you, a bitchy little human woman with a warm core, a burning fire that irradiated from your epicenter. Your body might as well be undergoing nuclear fusion deep within the interior of your nexus, comparable to only one thing in the galaxy that he could think of - a main sequence star.

To plunge himself into the plush ravine of your moist sex, for his cock to warm itself in the bowels of your cunt clenching around him as you greedily explored his body with your hands. All tongue and teeth, sultry fragrances and smolder, sweat clinging to your scorching hot skin as you bade him hither to the brink. And then there is the thing that pushes him over the edge – the way you shout his name to the rooftops, not caring who might hear, and it is just as well, for he would not have it any other way.

That single syllable thrown in with an exclamation, your fragile heart beating rapaciously behind its wall of ribs, red blood churning and coursing through every limb apparent in the pulsating of your arteries. Your excitement is palpable to Bane, and not just in the expression upon your face, but the glow, the expansion of your capillaries to his naked eye. The less pigment a sentient’s skin held, the easier it was to see them blush, and he relished when your cheeks went pink as you caterwauled like a Loth-cat in heat.

“Oh, Cad!”

He could hear it as clear as day, his first name ringing in his ears in your sing-song voice, followed by the wet squelching of your throbbing cunt as you came all over his spiney reptile dick.

No one ever dared to do that – call him by his forename. For you to have the guts for that was quite impressive. To his surprise he found he liked it, though he would make damn sure you did not make it habitual, keeping such things for the time you spent together in your boudoir.

Bane’s scales teemed, like being thrown out onto the terrain of Hoth with nothing on. His own cuspids bit down on his bottom lip, fingers grinding into the device around his neck as he wrenched it forward. His comprehensive, impeccable vision started to go black as he saw a flicker of light in the corners of his eyes. He sensed his own blood pressure dropping rapidly at the same time he rutted against the air as if you were physically present.

The daydream of splitting you apart until you couldn’t walk a straight line kept him at it, the flames in his belly having danced upward, starting from the floor of his testes, a reservoir of semen waiting to be discharged by the overwhelming culmination of all things considered in the here and now, not just figments of his eidetic memory. He pounded his dual cocks like there was no tomorrow, his breath coming out in throaty seethes, agitating his members to the point they were ready to blow like the active volcanoes of Mustafar.

In his enthusiasm and ill planning, Bane had not prepared for this. There was nowhere for his load to go, and it was too late now to contemplate the cleanup. It could wind up one of three places: his lap, the floor, or his ship’s console, though the latter sounded dangerous. With his last bit of coherent thought he dropped the strip of leather around his throat, instead taking up his hat from off his head before he pulled the trigger.

His vision partially returned, lungs filling with air, breath ragged and labored as his ejaculate spilled from both cocks in an asynchronous torrent accompanied by a fragmented wheeze, a disquieting, dissenting hisssss, and a displeased frown as the bowl of his bolero filled with his cold cum.

He fidgeted more than necessary, unhooking the buckle from around his neck and letting the damn thing fall to the floor. He held the base of his hat in the middle of his palm, chest rising and falling at intervals as he allowed his now empty hand to rest idly on his stomach.

He sighed an irritated sigh, gazing out at the stars once more, soon after regaining his equilibrium. To some, the speed of his recovery might be imposing, but in his line of work stamina in all respects was a boon.

After a moment of recuperation, red eyes glanced downward with a tilt of his head, Bane peering at the contents of what he had left behind with a scowl. He tsked, carefully setting his dusky bolero upon the floor so that he might lean back in his seat. It was a nice hat, that much was certain, but it’s not like he didn’t have plenty more where that came from.

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Masterlist

Cad Bane Masterlist

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echoedcrosshairs · 11 months

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Those Who Fight Together - part twelve (angst & smut)

Summary: Undescribed Jedi female nicknamed Reaper in 3rd person 🖤Smut with a Plot🖤

Warning: NSFW, Crude Language, PiV, creampies, emotional burst, self medicating, oral both, drinking, exhibitionism if you squint, poly bad batch

Word count: 6.1k

part 11 part 13 (wip)

Masterlist

The moment you were out the door Echo picked you up having you wrap your legs around him, nuzzling his neck one one arm wrapped around his neck and the other one stolen by Tech who was to busy admiring at you to care about the stares. You kissed up Echo's throat grabbing parts of it with your teeth.

"Riduur," he groaned, "Your causing a scene."

"I think your hand gripping my ass and Tech looking likes going to take me on the ground is enough to cause a scene," you smiled peaking at the expression on his face to see if matched his feelings.

Tech coughed dropped his hold on you realizing you were most than likely correct. He played with his goggles look at Echo's hand and his scomp running up and down your spin, "Actually due to it being dark and Echo being more droid then man, they might assume kidnapping or your extremely drunk."

"Did I say you could get off my throat?" the husk in Echo's voice pulled your face back into his neck, "kark," he groaned switching arms.

The ship ramp didn't open fast enough, he pressed you against the haul of the ship running his hand up the slit until he felt Tech tugging him causing him to go off balance. He rolled his eyes and followed him with a small hop onto the ramp. Echo lowered you to the ground apologetically kissing you.

"Get your sample," Echo mumbled walking towards the bunk to leave his armor in a neat stack on unused bed.

Tech pulled you over to the small table setting you on top dropping to his knees but quickly standing, "sample first," he muttered to himself scatterbrained opening a few drawers before remember where he kept part his sample jars.

"Do I need too..." you said raising your hand gesturing to his face.

"No, I need to learn to control it. I shall continue to attempt too because I am not impressed with my restraint. Out of all of us I didn't expect Wrecker to have most, it's almost insulting" he said annoyed opening the jar and your legs, pushing your underwear to the side. His jaw tighten with how soaked you were his finger slipping right in. His other hand held the lip of the table letting his finger spin you, thankful you were trying to muffle yourself for his sake. He pulled his fingers out seeing the thick coat on his fingers. He stared at it wildly, managing enough self restraint to wipe into the jar and close it. "I need a drink," Tech whispered to himself wiping his fingers and leaving without another look or word.

Echo watched him pull a small bottle out of a compartment, "Tech..." he started watching him stare at it before downing it.

"I hate this feeling," Tech admitted pulling his googles off resting his forehead against the cool metal of the ship trying to center himself. He felt Echo's hand on his shoulder with a mint in his hand in offering. "It's one thing adapt to new things in battle but this is... consuming. I'm worried I won't be able too," he let out exhaling finally feeling the dulling effect of the drink, "Does it get better?" The question was a whisper just for Echo's ears to hear.

"It will," he said removing his hand, "Is there any more?" he pried.

"Two more. That's it."

Echo nodded, "We'll deal with that later, now let's go give in-" he turned to see you leaning against the wall an expression of pain, guilt and also understanding across your face, watching you back up before Tech realized you were there, "-because sometimes that's the only thing you can do," Echo said maneuvering him back towards the table hoping he wasn't wrong happy to find you back on the table waiting.

Tech dropped his goggles next to you on the table, "Are you happy..?" realizing he was asking many questions at the same. Are you happy I'm not wearing them? Are you actually happy with me? Are you actually happy staying?

You wrapped your legs around him holding him there running your fingers up his neck into his hair leaning your forehead against his, "You look handsome with or without them," you said bringing your hand to his face.

"That is not what I meant-" he said bringing one hand to your thigh keeping the other gripped around the band of his goggles.

"He's had some alcohol he's a little-"

"I am perfectly capable of explaining myself and articulating my responses accordingly," Tech snipped at him returning his attention back to you, "Are you happy being with me? Is what I was trying to say. I understand being with each of us even Wolffe but there is nothing unique I can give you that they can't," his emotions coated his emotions that he hadn’t been able to verbalize, "I have my mind but that's it. When it's clouded with you, it barely seems to be that," he admitted two perfect tears pushed their way out from his lashes, "Hunter gives gifts, Echo sings your praises, Wrecker likes just being around you and Crosshair surprisingly loves doing things for you... I just don't seen where I fit."

Echo stared at him stunned out of everyone he felt like he knew Tech best, they talk more then anyone else on ship and thanks to Echo's major body restoration they always had something they could work on but he never would have guessed this is part of what's under the surface. He saw a slice of this intimacy at the 79's trying to calm you down but this was... a deep level of intimacy. Echo was mad at himself for not realizing maybe he self medicated so he could actually talk to you about what was going through his mind that he couldn't find the words for or maybe that he had tried to talk to them about it but fell on non understanding ears.

You leaned forward kissing him once gripping his face tighter, "Listen to me, Tech," you said begging wiping the tears with your thumbs, "there are so many different ways to express love. Like right now, you're being vulnerable with me although I would prefer if you were sober but I understand. Some people express their love through touch. Remember when we first... you asked me if it's not always like that and I told you it's not but it's always been like that with you, Tech. I think touch is your language," you said moving your thumbs up and down trying to be comforting but noticed two more tears, "Tech..."

He tilted his head and kissed your arm, "Those weren't sad. I... am sorry, Reaper."

You placed your hand over his heart, "Kiss me." You felt Tech lean forward and took your lips in his, you kept your hand on his heart feeling how he felt and the sluggishness of the alcohol before pulling back. You reason your forehead against his, "We're okay, Tech. If something starts bugging you or if something gets to much... just tell me next time okay?"

"Okay," Tech mumbled, "I will do my best to attempt to have a personal conversation before forcing my guard to lower enough to have it."

"I'm not going to rat you out this time for it but you best tell me afterwards where the last two are, I'm sorry I didn't recognize what was bugging you"

"It is one of several things but it is the most relevant, the second one now is having to share tonight on my time," he scowled, "However it was obviously the correct decision."

"Let's go make her a mess before they get back," he running his scomp down your cheek chuckling as he walked out of the room.

"Nice ass, Corporal!" You busted out laughing trying to lighten the mood.

"I'm built different."

Tech finally cracked a smile wrapping his arms under your legs picking you up, "I love you," he let out in one breath, the sentimental words still feeling weird in his mouth.

"I love you too," you said kissing him all the way to your room.

He one handed discarded your underwear into the corner of the room, "Their soaked anyway," he mumbled as you moved down to his throat.

"I wonder why," you teased.

"Even though you are implanted against conception, you are still in your most fertile window which comes with temporary bodily changes. Change in vaginal-" Tech started sounding like a health textbook.

"Shut up and just fuck her," Echo scowled.

Tech set you down as he placed his goggles on the small shelf next to bed and proceeded to strip down watching Echo remove the dress.

"Someone's impatient, Riduur" you teased.

"I can only be a gentleman so long, ma'am," he said moving you on the bed and laying next to you, spreading your legs with his hand slowly circling you, "I can be patient for my turn before we share, hopefully before they get back if Tech hurries up," Echo said pointedly letting one finger trail inside, "Fark. You are so warm."

"Obvious there is a raise in temperature-" Tech said finally getting on the bed.

"Shut up," Echo groaned removing his fingers putting them in his mouth, "mm."

That sound was enough to shove Tech's curiosity over the edge, he went back to on his heels wrapping his arms under your legs pulling his face to your core. You let out a moan as he licked a wet down up letting his tongue twist around your clit to the glistening wetness that he had been day dreaming the flavor about. Tech audibly groaned as his tongue flicked in sparking a painful twitch from his cock. He slowly pulled his tongue out trying to control himself bringing his mouth back to the precise spot to drive you insane. You feel more of yourself coating your walls at the tightness of his lips around you sucking, your legs try to close around him him you feel his and Echo's hands holding you open. Echo shifted bringing his mouth to you sucking on your breast, letting his tongue trail along the tattoos on the way up. You started shaking at their touch the clenching around nothing driving you nuts. You look at both of them enjoying you, but the look in Tech's eye is about as feral as Hunter's. Tech pulled off you and Echo followed suit. You saw Tech's chest raising and falling quickly. He stared down at you as he plunged three fingers in twisting them.

"Tech..." you moaned staring at him barely keeping your eyes open.

"You are so.." he said seeing the slight sweat breaking out on your skin it was like a switch shut off in his brain as he ripped his fingers out and slammed into you putting the fingers in his mouth as he continued to ram into you. When he no longer tasted them on you he put the hand on the bed and gripped the underside of your breast putting his index and second finger on either side of your nipple squeezing it.

The combination of sensation were draining all of the feeling moving downwards towards your core he was enjoying. The only thing you could feel or see was him, your eyes and body were tunneled to focus on this one feeling. Every stroke Tech managed to run into you, both of you were not vocally restrained with everyone else on the hip and that made you see stares see the pleasure and need on his face for you. You opened your hips a little further know he could feel himself hitting the top of you with a little extra pressure righting around him.

Your lips parting inviting him down, "You better cum in me," you whispered kissing him smiling at that little command pushing him over the edge.

"The only place I ever want cum," he breathing feeling the roller coaster riding him, "is in you," he said finally stoping his hips and one of his hands gripping your face staring at you watching your consciousness dancing spottily across the glazed look you were giving him. His insides felt like there were being ripped apart. He trailed kisses down your front slowly unsheathing himself from you.

"I haven't seen her like this since Crosshair's first time with her," Echo smiled.

"Crosshairs advance was compliment her afterwards or break her, apparently I close the latter," Tech said trying to catch his breath.

"Got it out of your system?"

"Slightly," Tech said looking down at his core still tensing, "Have you always been so.. relaxed?" Tech asked grabbing one of the towels wiping himself off and closing your legs, "You can hold that in for me," he purred.

"Let's just say I'm sure with out a doubt Jango was kinky," Echo smirked, "How you feeling" he whispered putting his mouth by your ear.

"Dizzy, soaked, hot" those were the three words you could think of with you hand numbing, his breath was even to much stimulation but in a good way.

"Want him to do it again?"

You nodded, "if you insist," Tech said prying open your legs watching a little bit of himself seep out, "I said hold it in," his teeth grazed your neck putting himself back in, "I guess I'll just have to give you more."

"How about this one?" Wrecker said putting his big hands on a mattress watching them sink in.

"To soft," said putting another tooth pick in his mouth.

"This one?" Wrecker said moving to the next one.

"Red isn't even close to regulations color," Hunter said flicking his eyes to the several rows of mattresses. This is going to take awhile. "This way," he motioned towards the section that said said Firm over it. There was some labels soft firm to hard firm and everything in between, "I guess let's start here."

"I wish she would have came, it would make this a whole lot easier," Wrecker said looking at the variety of mattresses.

"Oh I'm sure she's came several times by now," Crosshair snarked.

"Right..." Hunter said trying to see his attention on the beds spotting the larger ones in the back, "This way," Hunter said.

"Now this are beds," Wrecker said staring at how wide they were.

"Definitely going to need a... stronger bed frame," Crosshair said eyeing Wrecker.

"Hey I can be gentle!" he retorted defensively.

"We'll see."

"Also you never answered that question earlier, did you... ya know anyone besides her?"

"No, I rather get killed... by a reg," the last bit coming out as an unintended growl.

Hunter scowled leaving them to bicker as he put his hand on the various beds trying not to think of all the way he could have her on each bed. Moving bed to bed he thought of the pros and cons to each, the back support and knee comfort, if it could fit a couple of them at a time and if it would actually be good to sleep on for prolonged amounts of time.

"This one," Crosshair said ahead of him happy for the moment alone knowing he ruined it sitting on it.

Hunter walked over and pressed his hand on it, it was massive, had the highest weight limit, almost looked regulation, and was still partially soft, "I think your right."

"I know," Crosshair smiled letting his teeth grind playfully with his tooth pick, "Now just a new bed frame. I think that section should work," he said eyeing the dark corner in the back labelled 'adult bases.'

"Theirs a delivery bot on the way with a mattress and bed frame. Tech's going to have put it together," Hunter commed in once they left the building watching the droid fly overhead.

"Copy- That-" Hunter chuckled at the hitch in Echo's voice, "Save some for the rest of us."

"Than come get me" he heard you say playfully, "perhaps not the best choice of words" he heard Tech say in the back ground.

He shut off the comm line blanked his face, "The moment we get there, let's get airborne and put our selves somewhere remote."

"The hole docking station knows what they've been up too, does it matter?" Crosshair asked following after him.

"I don't feel like dealing with a sound complaint on Coruscant."

"Hunter's got a point."

Tech lowered the ramp hearing the metal knock of the delivery droid. He hauled the mattress and frame unto the ship, examining both of them. The black of the base caught his eye, Discreet toy compartments, would be a perfect place to put Echo's attachment or Crosshairs ego or toothpicks when he got to annoying. He heard another knock and lowered it again, "These actually just arrived, I will need a few minutes to assemble it," he said letting his brothers on board closing it once again.

"Reaper.." Hunter heard Echo trying to quiet which only seemed to make it louder to him.

Crosshair looked at the face Hunter was making and his stance towards her room, "I'll get us airborne," he amused looking into the room seeing the both of you in such an intimate position, it gave him a pang of jealousy but happy it wasn't Wolffe.

"I unfortunately have to kick both of you out," Tech said dragging the mattress and base in, ignoring the fact neither of you were stopping. He stood there crossing his arms.

"Fine," Echo said, breaking the kiss and pulling out you. Watching you unattached it as he moved back, "Come on."

"Having fun kair'ta?" Crosshair asked noticing you nakedly trying to sneak up in him, noticing the small reflection in the window.

"No fair, Mr. Eyesight," you snorted.

"It comes in handy" He said swiping his finger under your chin, "Are you being a good girl?" he smiled watching you squirm. He tossed the toothpick away, tempted to pull you into his lap but didn't want the armor to cool you, "Are you being my good girl," he said eyeing you before standing up taking his armor off one piece at a time.

"I am currently being your girl, but I don't know about good," you teased, his hand flicked up to the back of your head pulling you closer, his other hand on your ass with a smack that stung a little.

"Careful," he whispered, "the beds not sent up yet."

"Do you think I need some bed?" You said twisting out of his grasp biting your lip, "or are you just that picky," you poked swaying away.

You interrupted Hunter, Echo and Wrecker talking by sitting crisscross on the table. Wrecker's eyes went wide eye noticing how visible everything was before pulling his gaze and staring at the table. Echo rested his head on your leg for a moment before continuing the conversation. Hunter pointed at the door way, you turned and say a very pissed off Crosshair squinting at you with a very invisible erection.

"I love you Riduur," Echo chuckled staring at Crosshair, the bulge and then back at you, "but I'm not saving you from that. Go play nice and maybe I won't opt for the floor tonight."

"Fine, I'll play nice," you rolled your eyes letting the twinkle shine in your eye, "Crosshair," you mused grabbed him and shoving him against the door frame before he had a chance to grab you, pulling down his blacks and taking him into your mouth. You felt him ease himself against the door frame, the tension leaving his body. You stroked down him roughly letting your tongue flick his tip.

"You're in a mood today," he panted, his hold on your heading slipping to wear he was caressing you gently, "I just wanted you to be comfortable," he said gently. You ran your fingers up his tone legs trailing the different muscle groups "Kark," leaning his head against the door frame. Crosshair completely forgot they were sitting their, not holding back his praises or demands. You worked one hand with his shaft bobbing and the other on his hip holding him against the wall. You kept your lips tight against him as you dragged your mouth up and down his cock, feeling the light salt escape him. He groaned looking at you on him, feeling your tongue press the underside of him and swirl around the tip before working your way back up. "Kair'ta." You smiled hearing the ever so tiny betrayal of a plea in his voice and wondering how hot you you looked with the drool going down your face. You gripped him tighter moving to tip focusing on in. The groans you pulled from him were delicious knowing you were the only thing on his mind and you were very aware of how wet you were. You worked shaft one minute quickly forcing him into your throat as his cum started to shooting out swallowing around him. You moved one had to the center his abs to help steady him and the other to leg rubbing his muscles when he hand finally let go you let him go pulling up his black to cover him. You wiped your mouth on your arm and left him there with his staring squamates.

You locked yourself in the refresher trying to steady your heart racing worse then it ever did on the battlefield, you saw how flushed you were in the mirror and that didn't help. You cleaned your self up and brushed your teeth, not that he tasted bad but just so Hunter wouldn't smell it if he ever took his helmet off to kiss you. You let your self out and made your way up to the helm and curled in your set starting into space.

"Crosshair stole this from your room so you wouldn't distract Tech," Wrecker said handing your robe.

You stepped up on the seat and kissed his cheek, hopes back in one fluid motion putting the robe on. Wrecker sat behind and prompt you up against him watching space.

He wrapped his arm around you, "That was hot," he said quietly.

You looked up at him, "Yeah?"

"Well, yeah. You're pretty and it looked like you were enjoying which is weird cause he wasn't even touching you."

"I was," you smirked, "You can joy someone like that even without touching."

"Like how kissing makes me happy?"

"Kissing makes you happy?"

He nodded kissing your temple and went back to staring out the window.

"It still perplexes me that out of all of us Wrecker is the one with the most self restraint although he does possess a higher aptitude for emotional awareness and sensitivity," you turned to see Echo and Tech peaking in then Echo slugging his shoulder for giving away that they were spying. Tech walked in and sat at the helmet annoyinged bringing the ship back down.

"Huh?" Wrecker said looking at them.

"Tech's saying you have a soft heart, big boy and that you express how you feel" you translated.

"No way your ever allowed to leave now. You can translate Tech talk," he said bear hugging you into his lap.

The comment stung, you let your nails dig into your skin, "I'm not going anywhere ever," you smiled, "your armor is kind of squishing me," you admitted.

Wreckers arms flew off, "I'm sorry, Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," you giggled at his worry, "Maybe just don't do it again in your armor-" Wrecker was already clicking his chest and arm armor off, "That works," you said tossing your arms around him.

"Anyway" Tech coughed, "Constructing the bed frame is done, however that neglected one important detail while they were out and didn't get sheets. So Hunter and Crosshair will be leaving to obtain some."

"Haha, idiots," Wrecker laughed.

"Wrecker... you were with them while picking the bed."

"Right."

"I'm going to get to work on an infiltration upgrade for Hunter. Wrecker if you two... you know the rule," he said glaring at his pocket before grabbing Echo and leaving.

"Yep."

"What's he talking about?"

Wrecker removed his thigh piece and dug in pocket pulling out a strip of condoms, "Have to wear one of these."

"And that's only this time? You can't wear those during his time later."

"Nope."

You playfully scowled, "I know what Cross, Wolffe and Echo got out of it but what did you get out it."

"Dealing with the regs if they hit on you, comforting you if you get wounded, stuff like that."

You put your arms around his neck, "So you got the cute ones?"

"I would say I got the best ones."

You straddled him putting your face in his neck, you giggled feeling the reaction underneath you.

"Sorry," he said awkwardly putting his arm between you and it.

"Do you not want too?" you asked quietly.

"Oh I want nothing more then to have you, but uh- wouldn't the bed be more comfortable?"

"Beds are a luxury not a necessity," you said casually untying the robe.

"I did say I wanted that in my face later," Wrecker smiled, picking you up and putting you in the seat kneeling in front of you.

"That you did," you smiled as he pulled up the robe and nested himself between your legs leaving them with a trails of cute sloppy kisses.

Wrecker made a content noises as he made his up, eager for the prize he'd been waiting for and wanted you to know that he was happy. He brought one arm around your leg and brought you to his face. All of Wrecker was bigger, his hands, legs, cock and especially his tongue. He swiped it up and down the slit before gently pushing it in.

"Fuck," you mumbled feeling the warmth of his tongue stroking in and out of you.

"You taste good," he smiled getting back to work. The throb in his cock was kind of distracting but he enjoyed watching you gasp and twitch at the different things he did trying to see what you liked.

"Wrecker..." you panted, "Fingers, ple-ase," you got out. Your heartbeat in your core was painfully pulsating. He stuck in two easily with his saliva and how wet you were coating him, he stuck in another and your reverberated through the room. You had one hand on his head and your other gripping your own. He put his index and ring finger together to thrust in you letting his middle finger play with the spot while he feasting on your clit with his lips. Your chest was tight as he was winding you up. Who or whatever holonet program taught them his needs a farking medal. "Wre-cker I'm thi-nk I'm go-ing to-" before you could get it out he went harder turning you into his own personal waterfall of pleasure. You drug your fingers into his head and wrapped your legs again his head before going limp with the endorphins shooting through you. Your visions twinkled stars, you barely noticed when he dragged you in your lap other then the warmth radiating from his chest. When did he take off his shirt? You were to happy to care other then to lean into it.

"You have been have followed the requirement-" Tech said peering in, noticing the wet shirt on the ground, "Huh, I didn't know she was capable of that."

"I think I win at being the best," Wrecker said smugly.

You heard the exchanged, you woozily papped his cheek "I don't think I would survive tonight if you start this today."

"Good point," he said looking at the annoyed expression on Techs face and the dreamy one on yours, "Maybe another night with a LOT of caf," he added smiling.

You papped his cheek again, "Big boy."

Wrecker was a little red faced at the nickname, "How ya feeling?" he asked ignoring Tech still peering in.

"Coherent," you laughed, "Tech relax I know about the condoms, which is still overkill, or I do need to..." you asked raising your hand in offering raising your eyebrow at him still feeling the radiation of annoyance.

"I was just leaving," he said mildly stomping off.

"He's weird, given it was originally his idea anyway."

"Tech probably initially thought this was only physical arrangement because he thought he couldn't feel what others could."

Tech stopped mid step quietly placing his foot down. Did they all think I don't harbor any emotions of my own? Echo is more machine than man but they don't question his emotional capability. While I may not express them as openly as the others I do have them although the shock on Hunter's face when I calmed her down would suggest they don't think I do. He leaned against the wall to focus himself before rejoining the task to upgrade the filter.

"Yeah, Tech's never seem interested in anyone. Figured he was different," Wrecker admitted, "But I'm happy he's meet someone who makes him happy. I still don't get what he's worried about" Wrecker said shrugging and then bright red when you told him what Tech was into, "OH."

"Do you?" You asked noticing he was still hard.

"No, I'm enough of a kid," he laughed, "who really loves explosive and hot women who also love explosive."

"I think I fall into both categories," you smiled shifting to straddle him and put your face in his neck.

"Fark ya you do," subconsciously pushing your hips down against him, slightly rubbing himself against you.

"Are you trying to tell me you want too?" you smiled trying not to show the intimidation of his cock be noticed, Crosshair was already big... Wrecker was easily an inch or two bigger.

"Do you?" he asked awkwardly.

You moved your mouth to his letting a free hand trail to his pocket, ripping one off, "Show me what ya got." You quickly learned what it feels like to have someone in your guts, even though Wrecker was trying to be gentle, "Fark... Wrecker," you moaned as he continue to gently rut himself inside you, "Give me a sec," you panted and he automatically stopped. The stretch was painful but not unbearable.

"We don't have to today if it's to much-" he said gently pulling himself out a little bit.

You touched his face leaning your forehead to his, "Just be really really slow for now okay?" you other hand trails to around his muscles, "maker," you mumbled feeling them wished you could really see them them in action.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said gently starting to move his hips back towards yours. He muffled a groan feeling your cunt taut around him pleasurably suffocating him with your walls squishing against him.

"It'll take a lot more to hurt me, Big Boy," you groan feeling him go faster for a second then wildly apologizing slowly back down, "almost," you smiled starting to adjust to it. You started kissing him letting your hands rest on his biceps feeling him trail one his down your ass and one to your breast groaning to the kiss.

"Your skin is so soft," he mumbled moving his lips down to your neck, "really soft."

You giggled, "It's from all the time in the tank, can't keep a callous."

"You look so cute when your in one- wait that didn't sound right," Wrecker said awkwardly laughing.

You shifted yourself up him dragging him with you and than back down, "Still be gentle but I think I'm ready," the pain was no longer there and you were definitely wetter from his touches.

"Try not to excite me," he mumbled taking the lead laying you down underneath him, folding his black pants into a makeshift pillow putting it under your head. He leaned down leaving a trail of kisses down your collar bone between your breast moving gently to each nipple, "You are really beautiful," he said thrusting lightly.

"I try," you said batting your lashes at him.

"This kriffing pussy is so tight," you saw the tension in his muscles and how they tensed further when you brought your fingers to them. He felt you tense on him while examining him, "Like my muscles?" he said proudly.

"You have no idea how much I've wanted to lick them or rub myself on them, Wrecker," you moaned with him getting rougher with you. He was ripping you apart spreading your hips further for him with his cock, commanding you to open, "farking hell." The sweat glistening off of him made you smile about how much he was holding back, his breathing was ragged but he still looked happy. Probably just being happy in you. There's still some bacta right? "Come on big boy, just give it to me. You look pained, Cerar," you smiled bigger, Wrecker is definitely a big mountain yet one I apparently want to attempt to climb. Maybe one who should have a waiver.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes-" before you had time to finish the sentence, Wreckers hand flew to your head to protect it from his thrust and the other gripped your bosom like it was the last thing he was ever going to touch.

Wrecker enjoyed pulling each gasp and moan out of you rewarding each with a kiss, enjoying watching you be pinned under him to his size and cock. Every thrust causes you to flutter around him, beckoning him to spill everything into you. He pulls his mouth away from you biting his lip as he stared down at where you were glistening for him. He should the skin of his cock move with how tight you were around him. You watched something switch in his eyes and his breathing start to heave as he fucked you harder.

"Seeing you- with that- hole- terrified me," he said holding you tighter against his body, "You should have- healed first. Next time- please-" he pants out

"Wrecker.." you groan wondering how he can even think of anything except the pleasure.

"Promise- me-," he groaned, "and I'll stop holding back."

"I- promise-" your eyes widen with horror that he was holding back, before they rolled back as he shifted flipping you above him arching his legs under you holding you up by your breast as he fucked you as fast and hard as the ship. The feeling was consuming blackness spreading through your body. You couldn't hear anything but how hard you heart was beating trying to keep you alive from the ecstasy beating you down, no matter what you couldn't keep your eyes open, there was nothing but lights flickering. You could barely feeling his hands digging into you hard enough to leave bruises.

"Kriff-" you barely heard him groan as you felt his twitching in you, before hearing the cum squish out of the condom covering himself with how hard you were gripping him not leaving any room for him to fill you further as much as you wanted him too. "Fuck my barrack-bunny knows how to take my cock," that single comment sent you over the edge, Wreckers always been blunt but you found it so hot that he knew what he wanted to say, blacking out on him.

"Reaper-" he lunged forward holding you tighter and dropping his legs pulling you off of him. He paced a finger under your nose feeling your warm breath against it before exhaling in relief. He moved you gently so he could pull off and tie off what was left it in that didn't cover him, grabbing his shirt wiping off his lap before pulling you tight against his chest cradling you against him. He looked up to see Echo and Tech in the door way with the med kit, "I uh— knocked her out?" he offered loudly still mildly confused, "Oops- sorry" he mumbled remembering how close your head was to his mouth if you could even hear him in your slumber.

"Crosshair is gonna be-," Echo scowled.

"Unruly" Tech finished.

"Is this good or bad?" Wrecker said looking at you gently before looking back up at them, "never happened before."

"Given the prolonged state of arousal with lack of proper rest and rehydration in between orgasms, it was a matter of time," Tech said matter of factly, "She needs to sleep."

"Should I stay with her?" Wrecker said standing up.

"Perhaps after a shower- put her in Echo's bunk for now and clean your own" Tech snipped.

Wrecker kissed your forehead, Cross is gonna kill me, he thought chuckling to himself. She's so smart, loyal and so absolutely stunning. Maker, I can't imagine not having her around.

"When do you know if you love someone?" Wrecker asked setting you down with a puzzle expression on his face.

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Yaim'ol - Chapter 3

yaim'ol - [yai-MOHL] - return, homecoming

Pairing: Sev x F!Jedi OC, Scorch x F!Jedi OC Characters: Delta Squad (Republic Commando), F!Jedi OC Cin Rating: M - Explicit content in later chapters Warnings: Gore, Canon-typical violence, angst, smut (later chapters), descriptions of injury, force osik.

Following on from the end of Republic Commando, Sev and Cin must make their way through the galaxy, overcoming trials and tests in a bid to keep themselves alive long enough to reunite with their squad.

Chapter 3 - Loyalty

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

The words seemed to ring hollow in his ears, his mind reeling.

Laid on the floor, helmet off, completely vulnerable as Cin stood over him, her lightsaber blade pointed squarely at the cracked armour of his chest, he knew he should have felt something.

Fear, maybe? Relief, at seeing her again? No… There was nothing. Nothing but anger.

The Jedi were traitors. She was a traitor.

Wasn’t she?

Staring up at her, his eyes were cold and dull. None of the warmth that used to hide beneath the surface, the adoration he used to direct at her remained.

It was like he’d been hollowed out somehow, left a shell of his former self. A shell which had retained his skill, his speed, his strength. A shell that had been hunting her for just over a week now.

She looked… different.

Her usually pristinely styled hair had been cut short, raggedly, likely with a vibroblade, he reasoned in his mind.

Kark… Why was he looking at her? Why wasn’t he just killing her? He knew her tells, he knew how to disarm her.

Just laying there, he could think of at least four ways to knock the lightsaber from her grip and turn it on her without injuring himself.

So why couldn’t he do it?

Cin remained above him, frozen in place, staring at his face as if waiting for something.

A deep cut ran over her bottom lip, grazes and bruises littering the skin of her cheeks, her shoulders, every inch of exposed flesh he could see beneath tattered robes, and an odd compulsion ran through him to reach out, to caress her, to care for her.

Shaking his head, he growled angrily, baring his teeth.

Traitor. Die. Must. Die.

He didn’t even realise he’d spoken aloud until Cin’s breath hitched, tears streaming down her face.

“I don’t understand!” she said in little more than a whisper, the trembling of her hands apparent.

More recognition began to creep back, Sev’s eyes running over her.

Maker, she looked so skinny. When was the last time she’d eaten? He’d had his emergency supply of ration bars on him when he’d crawled out of the wreckage… No… Wait… Been pulled out…

When was that? Days? Months? Years?

Time felt mixed up.

Another memory flashed across his mind, eyes screwing up in pain as it seemed to physically burn him.

Cin laid underneath him, grinning as he pinned her against the practice mat. Sweat beaded on her chest, the low cut vest top she wore giving him the perfect view of her ample cleavage.

“Got you again,” he purred, leaning down to lick a trail from the join of her shoulder up her neck. She shivered with delight, arching against him, relishing the strength he used to hold her in place.

“M-Maybe I let you win,” she breathed, raising an eyebrow at Sev’s wicked grin.

“Of course, mesh’la,” he teased, taking in the sight of her below him. They were so close now, he could practically taste her with every breath.

“That’s the third time you’ve called me that today,” she complained softly, a frown forming on her face. “Are you going to finally tell me what it means?”

“The deal was, if you won,” he chastised her playfully, her fingers flexing against his in annoyance. Before he could even register it, he felt the pull of the Force, his body flipping over in an instant. She was immediately back on him, straddling his hips, his arousal clear as she leant back over him.

“I win,” she chuckled hungrily. “Told you I lost on purpose.”

“Minx,” he breathed, trying not to groan and arch as she leant back over him, her face mere centimetres from his once more.

“Tell me,” she urged, though it was more of a desperate plea now, the question in her eyes burrowing into his soul.

“Beautiful,” he whispered finally, averting his eyes for fear of what he might find waiting for him. “It means beautiful.”

A thousand questions ran through Cin’s mind, but she couldn’t voice them. Not when he was this close, this vulnerable beneath her. He could have flipped them back at any moment, but he was allowing this, allowing her to see him like this.

Closing the gap between them, she brushed her lips over his, earning a low, almost feral moan. Strong arms wrapped around her as a deft tongue swiped against her mouth, demanding access to what it had always wanted…

“N-No…”

Sev’s eyes stung as he blinked, trying to take in the sudden change of position. He’d been on the floor mere seconds ago, with her above him. Yet now…

He could feel the unfamiliar trailing of tears down his cheeks as he stared down at her, his vibroblade clutched in both hands above her, ready to strike as she lay beneath him, a twisted version of the memory.

Now, instead of warmth and fondness, there was cold terror in her eyes, her mouth parted slightly, hand outstretched towards her lightsaber but held down by his knees on her forearms.

“S-Sev, please, I… I need you to l-listen to me… this… isn’t you!”

She was sobbing, gasping for breath as his hands twitched.

It’s simple, his brain reasoned. You’ve done this a thousand times before. Kill her. End this. Take her lightsaber to the capital. Prove your loyalty.

Loyalty…

The word seemed to ring in his ears.

She’d come for him, saved him on the ship when his brothers couldn’t. She’d protected him and them, knowing they couldn’t disobey orders.

Brothers… Maker… he’d forgotten them. How had he forgotten them?

All he could remember was rage, pure and undiluted at seeing her face when she’d dragged him from the wreckage of the ship, desperately calling his name.

“Sev?”

His hesitation was telling, but she couldn’t be sure.

“Good… soldiers… follow… orders.”

The words tasted like ash in his mouth.

He was a good soldier, he was. So why couldn’t he kill her?

She was a traitor!

She… She’d betrayed them…

How?

His own voice asked the question, desperate for answers.

How has she betrayed you? She’s been with you all this time. Every comm, every message, every shore leave, she’s been with you. How has she betrayed you? You know this is wrong.

Something in his mind snapped, searing pain ricocheting through his skull as if his very blood was on fire.

He registered the clattering of his vibroblade, then a warmth consuming him, soft murmurings in his ear.

“Stay with me, Sev, please… please, cyare… I need you, I… I love you, Sev.”

Eyes snapping open again, Sev fought the pain as he reached for his vibroblade once more, Cin’s eyes filled with horror as he clutched it, drawing it back, and…

The trandoshan mere feet behind them let out an awful howl as the blade pierced its eye as it launched its body through the bushes, shattering bone and scale and brains, the corpse falling to the floor with a thump.

He could hear Cin’s panting for breath, her entire body quivering as he collapsed back against her, his head still ringing.

“S-Sev?” she whimpered, as if speaking too loudly might trigger another bout of murderous rage from him.

Looking up, he saw her properly for the first time in days, without the haze of rage, without the need to harm, and he was devastated.

“M-Mesh’la…”

The cry of relief she let out was heartbreaking, settling deep into him and refusing to budge. He could only clutch at her as she sobbed against him, fingertips digging into his armour.

“I- I knew you’d, you’d come back,” she blubbered into his neck, tears wetting his skin, “I knew you were in there.”

Exhaustion overtook him as reality warped and waned, pain and relief mixing together to send him into a blissful sleep state. Only a few words managed to slip past his lips as he collapsed, Cin calling him once more, her panic growing.

“L-Love you… too…”

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #republic commando fanfiction #star wars republic commando #republic commando #delta squad #Republic Commando Sev #Republic Commando Scorch #daniwrites

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Falls is done. He can't do this war anymore. He can't keep losing brothers, both in his medbay and out of his grasp. He lost Hardcase,Tup has disappeared, Fives is staying under the radar, Kix is MIA, and the entire Guard deserted a year ago. He knows why. And he doesn't blame them. He has seen how the Senate and the GAR have treated them. He knows about the Blackout missions. So he isn't angry. He feels abandoned, but he understands. And it makes his own escape easier, knowing that Dogma is with them, his batchmate alive and well with the rest of the Kit'ikas. He feels horrible about leaving Torrent, his captain. But he can't keep fighting. He isn't meant for the front, and despite his entire upbringing and what was coded into him. He isn't meant for war. He is meant to heal and help, and being CMO is breaking him (although he knows that he has been long broken since Umbara). He needs to leave, and he has a plan on how they are currently on a planet that has a lot of small fighters around. Falls knows that they are basically rusted bolt buckets, but it's a way out of the Stars forsaken war, so beggars can't be chosers. He has planned this out, take the night watch before sneaking to the ship he has been secretly fixing so it can fly and get into hyperspace and leave as fast as he can so he isn't caught. So Falls continues on with his day, trying to save brothers who are lost causes, getting shot, and since he is the senior most medic now, he has to patch himself. And finally, nightfall comes, as planned. He takes the night shift and waits for his brothers to fall asleep before taking his armor off and scattering it around, Falls then takes off the shirt blacks, throwing it behind a rock, pulling on his sweater that Stitch made him before booking it to the fighter he set aside. He grinned as he sits in the cockpit and slowly turning on the engine, doing small checks that he watched Hawk do thousands of times before taking off. His grip tight until he gets off planet and finally into hyperspace. "I'm free...I don't have to fight anymore...." Tears slowly drip down his face as he cheers before he realises. He has nowhere to go "kark.... I don't have a ton of fuel....well, I'll figure out more later on. I gonna nap for an hour.." he slowly dozes off.

An hour later, he gets a call on his com, and he immediately panics. "Am I caught? Kark kark kark..." he looks at the message before realizing it's from Tech. It's coordinates, ones that he can get to. He knows he should be careful and nervous as to how the Bad Batch knew he deserted, but he shrugs it off after rescuing Echo. The anger between between them disappeared, and they became close, so he trusted Tech to not stray him wrong and input the coordinates before watching the blue swirl of hyperspace. He zones out until he is out of hyperspace coming face to face with a ship. It's smaller than the ventetors that he is used to, but compared to his dinky little fighter, it's huge, so he immediately panics before seeing the fox insignia on the side and relaxs a bit before panicking again since he knows the guard is protective of their own and might view him as a threat. His fighter beeps as a transmission beeps, Falls takes a deep breath awnsering "Nightwatch to unknown ship identify yourself" he thinks its Static, who he doesn't know all that well. "My name is Falls. I'm a deserter of the GAR. I'm not a threat, was close to the guard, but if you don't want me around, I just need a little bit of fuel‐"he gets cut off "don't be a idiot Ori'vod. You can come aborde." It's obviously Dogma that says this, and Falls smiles,"understood Ma'ika, landing now. " he slowly lands his ship. It's bumpy, and he nearly crashes, but he lands safely. He quickly climbs out with his hands up, just in case when he feels himself get vode piled by the Kit'ikas. "I can't believe you're here!!!" Steeljaw cheers. Falls feels himself get emotional. He was missed. They still care about him... he hears someone clear their throat, Falls looks over and tenses, seeing Commander Fox "hello sir I'm sorry for the intrusion I just deserted the GAR, I know I wasn't followed, I got the coordinates accidentally via Tech from the Bad Batch. No one outside of the Guard,Tech, and myself knows where you are, and I can lea‐" his panicked babbling gets cut off "we are not asking you to leave actually were were all hoping you could stay. The Kit'ikas adore you, and the medics would wring my neck if I asked you to go. So what do you say?" Fox smiles, and Falls can't do anything else, but agree, the pile he is under cheers, when Arcane and Falls basks in it.

He finally feels at home

(There will be a part two! Also, thank you, SOOOO much Ori'vod @t3mpest98 for letting me use your OCs and wiggle into your AU)

#clone medic falls #clone medic oc #oc: steeljaw #oc: arcane #Kit'ikas #nightguard au #tempest’s ocs #clone trooper dogma #star wars #the clone wars #clone trooper oc #hehehe yes this will all be fluff im not that mean #oc: static #commander fox

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Song of the Caged Bird (1/3)

Summary: Crosshair has failed. Still imprisoned on Tantis, he sees Omega and knows that his brothers didn't heed his warning. Unable to face his failure, he starts losing what little hope remained as he and his sister are offered as tribute to Hemlock's ambition. But every night, a voice echoing off the mountains soothes his battered and broken soul. But can Crosshair recover himself before that voice is silenced, forever?

Pairing: Crosshair x f!OC

Rating: PG-13 (there will be violence and a lot of dark thoughts and eventually a very vengeful Crosshair)

Tone: Hurt/comfort overall with a happy ending, but this first chapter will be 90% hurt with only 10% comfort.

Warnings: Some depressive/suicidal thoughts, imprisonment, threats of torture, characters dealing with grief and guilt spoiler if you haven't seen season 2 - Tech is dead in this fic, despite my beliefs to the contrary

Chapter w/c: 2,000

It was the constant tinkering near his head that dragged him back to consciousness.

Tap, tap, tap.

Nails against the light metal underneath him, pricking at his ears and sending sharp vibrations along the slab.

Damn Imps were even worse than the Kaminoans. At least the long necks would let him sleep after an experiment.

Arms and legs extended out from his body, cuffed and locked at the wrists and ankles for maximum exposure, Crosshair could feel the cold from the table seeping through his thin prison uniform. He didn’t remember passing out this time, but he already wished he could again.

The exhaustion was starting to wear on him. Though, if he were really being honest, the physical ache he felt in his bones was nothing he couldn’t handle.

It was the rest that was harder to ignore.

Crosshair was tired to the core of his being. Giving up was something wholly unfamiliar to him. The thought used to earn a sneer and a snide comment. But he was slowly coming to understand the allure. How easy it would be to just not wake up.

“Crosshair?”

What was he even waking up for? If he succeeded, his brothers would be far away with the kid. If he didn’t … well, he didn’t want to find that out, anyway.

“Crosshair!?”

The voice was louder that time, more insistent, and the sniper was aware enough to catch a quiver in his name. Emerie Karr had never so much as flinched in his presence. The discrepancy scratched at his brain, irritating until he opened his eyes.

And his heart sank.

Neatly combed blonde hair and large, sad brown eyes filled his vision.

“Crosshair! You’re awake! I was so worried; it was taking so long.” The kid threw herself on top of him, and if he had any air in his lungs, it would have been pushed out by the weight of her solid form pressing down on his.

The moment she pulled back, his eyes narrowed at her, ignoring the tear stains marking her cheeks and the spark of hope now hiding in the corner of her eyes.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Her face fell, and somewhere deep in his heart, Crosshair cared. But that didn’t matter. More important was the fact that she was here. His karking wanna-be hero brothers ignored the warning he risked his neck to send and the kid was still kidnapped.

It was only then that the cold shock of reality bit, clawing deep.

Hunter would never have let her go without a fight … or alone.

“The others?”

The kid sighed and fell back into a seat next to his table. “Safe, I think."

“You think?” he spit.

“Yeah. I think,” she snapped, though it lacked much bite. “I … I was able to distract the troopers long enough for Hunter and Wrecker to get free, and Echo was never captured. But I got grabbed. And I saw Maia in the transport with me.”

The name wasn’t familiar, but Crosshair knew who Omega was talking about. Her. That woman who had been with them on Kamino. The one they replaced him with in the squad mere rotations after they left him.

Of course she got caught, too. A kid and a civvie had no place in this.

“Figures. I risk my neck and you still get caught.” Crosshair strained against his bindings, his muscles aching from disuse. “I assume Tech at least got a tracker on your transport?”

It took a beat longer that it should have for Crosshair to realize the optimistic response he expected from the kid never came.

Omega’s silence said more than her incessant chattering ever did. Never in his life had Crosshair wanted her irritating, chipper voice to grate his ears as he did right then, and every moment he waited for it pulled at his heart until it felt stretched like the silence, far too thin to survive yet it was the heaviest weight he ever carried.

“Tech … he …”

Shut up, shut up, shut up.

“Shut up.”

How many times had he told his brother that? Told him to stop annoying him with his endless rants and useless information briefs?

But Crosshair didn’t dwell on the fact that he’d never tell Tech to shut up again. That the last thing he did say to him was cruel and spiteful. No, he didn’t focus at all on how he could feel the loss as acutely as he did the armor-penetrating cold on Barton IV.

Instead, he retreated to what he knew: turning pain to anger. He let it sit just as heavy as Omega’s silence, his accusations unsaid but understood. If they just karking listened to him, for once, Tech would still be alive.

It wasn’t long before Emerie Karr’s voice actually rang out, calling for Omega. And though he could feel the kid’s stare as she paused before leaving, he kept his face turned away.

He wanted to be left alone with his failure. And finally, he was getting his wish.

It was hours later when the Imps finally returned him to his cell. Just one of countless holding clones prisoner for experimentation and decommissioning.

The densely populated prison was surprisingly quiet, something for which Crosshair was thankful. The somber silence was as far from his experiences with his squad as possible. At least the regs could give him this.

Despite his muscles aching for use, Crosshair could only curl up on the pathetic excuse for a bed. He wanted the weight he felt to crush him, to actually wreck him the way it felt it could. Maybe then he’d be free.

A small part of his brain surged in resistance. Omega was here. He should keep her safe.

But he tried that before. And look where it got him. Where it got all of them.

Where it got Tech.

So instead, he let himself drown in the silence.

That is, until a small, frail sound made its way from somewhere above. A higher level of the compound, maybe. The echo made it difficult to pinpoint, but Crosshair didn’t care to know anyway.

It was a tune, hushed and broken. Its stuttering stops and starts were irritating, distracting him from his guilt and solitude until finally, the source seemed to gain enough strength to force the sound from their diaphragm.

"Somewhere … over the rainbow,

Way up high,

There's a land that I heard of

Once in a lullaby."

The staccato start had smoothed, and the voice rang through clean. It still wasn't loud, but it bounced off the fortress and surrounding mountain range, making it seem as if it were coming from nowhere and everywhere all at once.

Unable to block it out and unwilling to resist anything Tantis had left to throw at him, Crosshair gave in and lost himself in the sound.

"Somewhere over the rainbow

Skies are blue,

And the dreams that you dare to dream

Really do come true."

At first, he bristled at the words. But as the song kept repeating, the lyrics fell away. He felt the bittersweet tune envelope him and, after just a little longer, he allowed it to lull him to sleep.

And when the early morning light cut across his eyes and forced him from the blissful emptiness of his sleep the next morning, Crosshair intentionally ignored the fact that it was his first night without nightmares in weeks.

a/n: This is so not my usual style as I tend to be a fluff author all the way. BUT I had a scene pop into my head (it'll come in chapter 2) and this whole fic started unraveling. It'll be a 3-part series, not very long at all, and it'll be entirely from Crosshair's POV. I hope to get it done before Season 3 debuts so I get all my nerves out here and can still be hopeful for our boys canonically.

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