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burnedbyshoto · 4 years

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good little omega

— He was an alpha, you were an omega. Can I make it anymore obvious? He was a crime boss and you were a movie star. What more can I say? Oh, he wanted you, really wanted you, but you swore you would never, ever need an alpha.

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pairing: alpha!shigaraki tomura x omega fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, abo/omegaverse, chad alpha!shiggy, virgin celeb!reader, kidnapping, drugging, sex slave auction, biting/marking, belly bulge, knotting, sex toys, heat, implied murder (lol rip shigsters last omegas), mind break, breeding, degradation, finger fucking, fucking in front of a crowd, modern world!au

word count: 6,174

a/n: this goes out to my shiggy stans. I never understood you until recently and now I blush like a schoolgirl when I see him. mondays are so busy, are they not? ive been home for 6 hours today wtf????

kinktober day 12 main kink: abo/omegaverse | kinktober masterlist

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You sat before the mirror, your eyes intently staring at your reflection. The people around you running around, chaotically bringing brushes and pencils to your face, the smell of chemicals in the air, tickling your overly sensitive nose.

“Are we ready?! Is Y/n ready?! I don’t think she’s ready?! We need to be out of here in five minutes, people, let’s hurry it up!”

Breaking your gaze from your reflection onto your agent in the background, you sighed softly at the growing sour and distressed omega pheromones. Oh, you realized suddenly, your nose unable to keep from scrunching at the mildewy detergent scent, they were really stressed out.

Today was the night of the biggest award show one could attend as a movie star celebrity in Japan. The Motion Picture Awards gave only the most prestigious and prodigious actors and actresses their due. A night of fashion, alcohol, and nervous pheromone pumping alphas and betas in a single room to reveal who was the best this year. Working in an industry such as your own, you had become quite the living legend already at the mere age of twenty-two.

As an omega, you grew up in a society that banned you from enlisting or attempting to join the ranks of the best in just about every field of focus or study. So that even included the area of acting. Casting Directors had always said the same thing each and every time you were forced to present your secondary gender to them all when being called back for auditions.

‘Omegas can’t be movie stars, your heats are too often and too long, they cause rifts in filming schedules this project cannot afford.’

‘We have too many prime alphas on set. Our film's projected main character is an alpha, we wouldn’t want to be caught up in a lawsuit should she find you to be too… fertile.’

‘Omegas can only be good, suitable nurtures and well, mothers. This movie just seems a bit too intense for a little omega like you!’

Omegas can’t do this, omegas can’t do that. Alphas, the pride of society, couldn’t be made to hold themselves back to your alluring scent and occasional heats. Betas, the majority of the population, didn’t feel a challenge when working alongside omegas. Omegas? Well, if there were any that actually existed within the film industry, they were for sure never heard from, or seen of.

At the age of eighteen, you had nearly given up on your long aspiring desire to become the first omega actor or actress to ever grace the scene. But just as you were ready to tell your agent that you were tired of all of the same, repetitive bullshit, a gentle alpha had approached you with an exciting role in mind for you.

Movies and cinematic films had always showcased omegas as sweet, nurturing individuals. For the most part, you agreed that that’s how you omegas were. You enjoyed hugging your close friends, scenting them softly as means of a small pack you had created as none of you were mated this young, yet didn’t ever wish to be bothered by self-righteous alphas or betas. Through many, many biology courses revolving around your secondary gender, you knew that the hormones that made you an omega also affected the brain to accept and view things in a… softer light. But unlike what they taught in school, and unlike what the alphas in society knew about omegas as they could never honestly watch an omega in heat while alone, was that omegas weren’t always the most nurturing or kind.

The week before your heat, the week of, and the week following your heat, you were always irritable, angry, almost cold. You’d flash your small fangs at anyone who dared to approach you with a scent you hated, your heat room never once escaping with everything torn to shreds, and you definitely did not wish to seek any fiber of soft love.

So when the alpha male sat in front of you, a single fang poking out of his lip as he exposed his neck in a motion of vulnerability and conceding to you — the omega — you knew he was serious.

He explained to you his plan on creating a more realistic movie surrounding the brutal truths of what being a single omega was like. Films had, after all, had always depicted omegas as being mated the moment they presented and going as far as saying that there were others means to be coupled to other alphas without actually being marked. It was atrociously wrong of the omega lifestyle, and it always made your stomach curl to see that it was an alpha or a beta actor putting on the role.

But he wanted to focus on the realities. The anger, sadness, and horrors you could face as a single, unmated omega. The director raved that you were the face for that movie and had a soul that made him come seek you out. And without so much as consultation from your agent, you agreed on the spot.

The title of the film had been an ironic one. Good Little Omega was what it was called in the end.

All in all, the movie had done poorly in the eyes of the critics. Many individuals — namely alphas and betas — claimed that the depiction of omegas within the film had been horribly wrong. Omegas were never sad, never homeless, never abandoned by society! That’s what they had all cried the moment the trailer flashed with bright letters:

AND INTRODUCING: Y/L/N Y/N (Ω)

Still, the movie made billions as many went to watch it because they ‘needed to see how horrible the movie was.’ They wanted proof that omegas weren’t cut as movie stars because how could someone who was out of commission for a week every two months be proactive on set. But all they got was a cinematic masterpiece.

You had taken a claim in the industry, one while small, that hadn’t hurt that much because you were much more focused on the fact that you now were a household name. Well, that is until you were nominated for the awards ceremony you were currently about to attend, only that it was the one from four years ago.

You were the first omega actress and now the first omega nominee. You hadn’t won, but that had solidified the step you had in the door. After that, the interests to hire you in omega roles came pouring through the door.

But you were brought back to reality when the setting spray splashed against your face, your eyes fluttering when they covered your scent glands with the flesh-colored band-aids they got for you. Alphas could never complain about you being a distraction if you smelled the same as betas.

Rising to your feet, you smiled graciously to your makeup and styling team, thanking them profusely as your agent placed her hand at the small of your back and began pushing you towards the exit.

“Goodluck!”

“Thank you!”

Shigaraki glared down the table of averted eyes, and his hands brought up under his chin twitched at his annoyance.

“Are you going to say anything, or are we going to remain silent?” he asked, his voice quiet yet heavy in all of their ears as they flinched. “Don’t think you’re going to get away without giving me an answer.”

The sour smell of fearful alphas should have corroded Shigaraki’s nose. It should have done something to unsettle the way that the young head sat on his black leather seat. But as a matter of fact, the young alpha had to resist the way he wanted to bare his teeth in a bloodied smile, his red eyes slit in his cruel lust for fear.

“O-Of course not, a-alpha!” croaked one of the smaller alphas down the table. Shigaraki snapped his eyes towards the yellow-haired croony, his neck exposed for the alpha, eyes refusing to look at his leader. “I-It’s just that, um, I — I mean, we don't know w-what happened to your mate!”

“I thought I gave clear and distinct instructions that you were supposed to have found them by this meeting,” Shigaraki stated, his voice somehow growing colder, meaner yet never once changing as his hands dropped from his chin to rest on the arms of his chair. He tilted his head, watching the pathetic alphas quiver like some scared, stupid omega. “Useless. Get out of here before I change my mind on killing you all where you sit.”

The crowd of alphas left quicker than Shigaraki could blink, leaving behind the reeking smell of scared alpha pheromones.

“Tomura-kun, you killed your mate,” came the singsong giggle from behind him, and Shigaraki didn’t bother turning around, his nose and ears sharp enough to pick up exactly it was behind him.

“They’re all a bunch of pissy lackeys,” Shigaraki simply stated, his eyes rolling as he slowly fell to the back of his chair, red eyes meeting golden ones that shone with mirth and joy. “What do you want, Toga?”

Toga leaned against the leather armrest, uncaring that Shigaraki hated his personal space invaded. The young female was an alpha, much like most of the people within this gang group, but unlike the others, she had a distinct, almost terrifying way to change the way she smelled. She could smell like anyone or any secondary gender. She often preferred to smell like an omega too.

“We have a guest visiting us today!” Toga chirped, her fingers clasping together. “I wanted to introduce him!”

“Bring Giran in,” Shigaraki snapped, his eyes narrowing with no real malice for the alpha next to him who simply pouted at the surprise — not a surprise — being ruined. Giran reeked of cigarettes and cheap body sprays that, when wafted with his distinct omega pheromones, made Shigaraki want to throw up. “Hurry up.”

“UGH!”

Shigaraki’s mouth was set in a firm line, his eyes watching as one of his most trusted allies walked to the table, and taking a seat in the abandoned chairs as Toga purred in happiness, sitting on the armchair of Giran’s chair, arms enveloping him.

“Shigaraki, how are you doing?” Giran smiled, the cigarette that seemed to take a permanent residence in his teeth moving with his words. “I came bearing some great news.”

“What do you have for me?” Shigaraki simply states, his eyes focusing on the letter that is unpocketed from Giran’s pockets and placed onto the table. “Don’t tell me you’re trying to sell me your omega niece again.”

Giran chuckled, looking at Toga, who was smirking softly, “I guess he still hates that joke, huh?”

“Absolutely livid!” Toga laughed.

Shigaraki growled, his mind and his inner alpha snarling at the lack of respect to the command of his question. He outranked them, outpowered them; they needed to respect his orders.

Giran took a deep inhale of his cigarette, sliding the card over to Shigaraki, his eyes averted, but his stance still firm. “I know you go through omegas faster than a teenage boy goes through a pack of tissues, but I think this can answer the pleas you have at night.”

Observing the card in his hand, Shigaraki scowls, unsure of how to feel about the print on the invitation.

“Say the word, and I’ll get you a seat,” Giran whispers, like a sinister god begging a mere mortal to sign over their life for something completely worthless. But Shigaraki knows his worth, and more importantly, he knows in this game he outranks Giran, who would never betray him. In the slightest. He huffs, his back hunched, and his eyes looking with subdued excitement.

“Who else is showing up?”

Giran knows the seat will be wanted that instant.

“No one who could hold a candle to you, alpha.”

“Don’t make me regret this.”

“Of course not, my liege.”

The award sitting in your hand feels almost fake as if the entire night was nothing more than a heat-driven fever dream. You had won, had actually won the most significant award of the night that an actress could win!

“Oh my gods, okay, okay,” your agent muttered beside you. Her eyes glued to the shiny gold statue between your legs. “Well, I know your heat starts tomorrow, and I’ll leave you alone for a week. But I swear, y/n, as soon as your mind isn’t a full-blown lusty heat brained bimbo, we’ll reconvene, and we will make sure you are nothing but the greatest!”

“Yeah,” you breathlessly state, eyes transfixed on the prize that felt like it could melt away any second right now. “That sounds wonderful.”

The car you were in pulled up to your front door, and you felt meek excited the car in nothing but a silk robe and slippers. The dress you had worn that night had already been put back into a plastic bag to be returned to the stylist who had offered to style you for the night. You waved with an almost transfixed look in your eyes as you closed your front door behind you, your heart hammering as adrenaline still coursed through your veins as if you had just been declared the victor of the category yet again.

Placing the trophy onto the table, you sighed in a wondrous, dreamy way.

You had done it.

You had won.

Fuck all those directors who had ever said anything different.

Still deep in your thoughts, you almost missed the knock on your door, and you figured that you must have left something in the car. Walking back over to the front door, your nose curled at the lack of scent, was it a beta?

Opening the door, you don’t remember seeing faces or even a scent of a pheromone. A single cloth wrapped over your head, and before you could send out your painful, fearful moments-from-heat omega pheromones, you were knocked out.

Cold and lifeless, you sunk against their arms, bile rising up to your throat as you know exactly what was going on. You were being kidnapped.

No… please not… not after all of this had happened.

You wake up to the sound of moving feet, sneering laughter, the feeling of coarse, hot, hands on your ass and wet, simmering tongues on your lubricated cunt. The sense is vivid. You can feel the very littlest touch on your body, the layer of scented pheromones on your glands, and slick from alphas — you know it's alphas imprinting themselves on you as a mark of a claim.

You knew about this from high school; it was an extremely outdated and frowned upon version of mating and claiming as it simply turned away any sort of pursuer who wasn’t the thick pheromone individual. You also knew it was frowned upon because if multiple individuals sought mateship with the typical omega individual, it would result in a massive, unsolvable death match. But these alphas, even with layering their scent on you so thick you thought you were turning crazy, didn’t attack. No, they took languid stripes of your fresh, intoxicating slick and growled to you, maybe, how that was how slick was supposed to be.

You wanted to move, to kick the stupid, demeaning alphas in the snout before running away, but in a twist of horrible realization, you soon figured out that despite your alert mind, you couldn’t move your body. Couldn’t shift it even the smallest of bits.

“I hope all you wonderful clients have been able to taste and smell your potential mates out here!” A loud, commanding introduction voice echoed from somewhere where you couldn’t see, his voice vibrating into the straps of your legs, but you couldn’t make a sound or even open your eyes. “As you know, we have such an arrangement for you all, the best of the best, really! We don’t wish to rush, but as always, all of these events are incredibly time-sensitive, so if you would, please alphas, please come and sit down, and we’ll begin bidding on our first of seven beautiful, fertile omegas tonight!”

The words sounded foreign in your ears yet at the same time, something so familiar because this was something you omegas were always warned about. This had to be some sort of omega mate auction, and by the stench of alphas who smelled like they owned millions and killed millions, you were in no doubt somehow caught up in one of the worst ones imagined.

Two long, completely hardened fingers suddenly entered your cunt, and as if for a single millisecond, your mind and your body were able to work in tangent, your hips bucked at the sweet feelings. Oh, your eyes tried to flutter, enjoying the way the two fingers circled the walls of your long lonely cunt.

“Please, alpha, please refrain from touching the merchandise for now, please join us so that we may begin!”

The two fingers buried within your cunt as if it was their right, slowly withdrew out of your pulsing walls, and you heard the sound of sneakers against the hardwood floor and felt relaxed and sickened at how you sort of liked it.

Heat brain, you reminded yourself. Just your stupid, horny heat brain.

You were a celebrity, you mantra, a dignified star who didn’t need a beta or an alpha unless you saw it fit. Right now, as you had repeated many times to the countless amounts of reporters who had asked, you had no interest in someone to share your heat with.

“Alright, and to start off our night in a rolling go! Please, everyone put your hands together for the fertile and beautiful thirteenth in-line the Princess of Cabodia: Dayanara!”

This auction was insane, all six omegas before you all sold from a price that ranged from 198 hundred million to the one right before you who sold for one billion dollars. You were a prideful omega, and you saw worth to your abilities, smell, and looks, but were you even worth anywhere in that range?

The entire time you had been set up in who knows what, the small, overwhelming pound of your heat sinking into the depths and pores of your body was becoming heavy. You couldn’t move a single muscle still, your body still refusing to respond to the call of your body, but the seep of your slick running down the innards of your thighs, undoubtedly beginning to pool on the ground, must be embarrassing of you.

Suddenly someone spread the skin below your ass out, and you couldn’t react as something sharp and prick stabbed into your flesh. You howled in the surprising pain, and you were fast to find that whatever they had injected you with had allowed systematic movement within your body. Your eyes fluttered open as two, impossibly huge alphas grabbed you by your forearm and hoisted you to your feet.

Your neck was far too weak to carry the weight of your head, so your eyes were transfixed on the white silk of the slutty dress they dressed you in. It showed off your cleavage with no regret, and by the feel and look of it, it barely passed the bottom of your ass. Your vision swam, the alphas all over the room distorted and melting within one another as you stepped onto a stage, the spotlight on you feeling deliriously hot and melting your skin.

Your hormones, already going crazy with your heat, seemed to intensify at the small of so many capable, potent, possessive alpha pheromones that suffocated the room. Handcuffs slapped onto your wrists, and you moaned pathetically at the sting of cold metal on your skin, and you obediently followed the command of one alpha to go on your knees.

A nail slammed between the metal links of the handcuffs, practically stapling you to the wooden floor, and you whimpered at the feeling of a stuffed pillow mount being placed beneath your lower stomach. You were in a forced and easily accessible mating position with your slick and cunt exposed for all the alphas to re-smell and see.

Moaning, you shifted against the mount, your body not able to have the full movement you needed to ward off that building, insufferable heat in your core, but nothing you could do seemed to satisfy it.

“And for our biggest prize of the night, we have the one, the only, the beautiful sensation Y/l/n Y/n!” the auctioneer roared. His voice echoing in your ear as he walked over to you, exposing your dripping cunt to the crowd of alphas who had all gotten a sweet taste of your essence already. His hand came down to slap your ass with a chuckle. “Where do we start the bidding on this one, alphas? She needs no introduction, and none of you better be pussies because we know this bitch of an omega won’t take any tiny cocks as her alpha! She needs to be broken in, fucked to submission. No one likes a trailblazer… someone needs to remind of what fucking trail she’s supposed to be on. Besides, the bitch is in fucking heat, and if you don’t claim her, I just might do it myself!”

“75 million!” someone started the bidding.

You stiffened.

“75 to the man in the back!”

“90 million!” someone challenged.

“We’re up to 90!”

“125 million!”

“Do I hear another offer?”

“250 million!”

The number climbed and climbed, the same voices coming to challenge each other until finally, they rounded out to a quantity that sounded bizarre even to you.

“950 million!”

If it had been possible for your knees to give out, you would have been collapsed onto the floor, the pool of slick that continued to lubricate your cunt without a doubt drowning you as you craved the need to be fucked by someone with undoubted alpha pheromones and cock in this room.

“950 million?” the auctioneer repeated, his voice for sure carrying a shark-like grin. “Going once, going twice—”

“Five billion.”

The gasp in the crowd was undeniable, and the omega in you crooned, knowing that this alpha valued you and your omega to be the price of five billion US dollars.

“Fuck!” screamed the man who had presented the 950 million deal.

“Wowee, five billion dollars, everyone! Anyone think they can beat that?! Going once! Going twice!” The crowd remained in silence, and you shook against your restraint, the heat emitting from your cunt almost demanding to be seen and fucked through this heat week. “SOLD! The virgin celebrity, Y/l/n Y/n sold to our own Shigaraki Tomura!”

The cheers of amaze weren’t nearly as loud as the smell of reeking petty alpha.

“Come and pay up, alpha, and then you can show us… a demonstration of how you’re going to break this omega.”

“Shut up.” Shigaraku growled, his footsteps heavy in your ear as you feel him climb up the stage, and you weakly tilted your head to look at the white-haired alpha boss hand over a simple credit card before walking over to you, his eyes unreadable as he looked you dead in the eye.

He reached out a finger that raised your chin up for him to study your face, moving and tilting your head as he pleased as a small, sinister smile pressed to his lips as he dropped your head. A sharp, uncomfortable pain fell on your chin as it crashed to the floor, and you shivered at the feeling of his calloused and rough fingers running down your exposed back.

“You’re such a small omega, still stupidly tiny. I bet you’ve never thought your first knot would come from someone like me,” Shigaraki laughed, his fingers and voice ice cold. His words were soft, spoken in a way that had your omega stupidly cooing for having secret conversations with your alpha who promised to fuck you till you were carrying a litter of pups. “I hope you realize that this is real life, that I will break you, and no hero in this world will be able to fucking save you.”

“Fuck the omega!” someone from the crowd screamed, and Shigaraki glared upwards. Still, you shivered in the thought of this alpha who spent five billion dollars to make you his claiming you, fucking your stupid heat brain into mush in front of these smaller, irrelevant alphas.

“I’ll do what I fucking please,” Shigaraki snapped, but the fingers you remembered to have been the last ones to enter your slicked crazy walls seemed to be his. They moved deep within you, curling and spreading your tight, sopping wet cavern apart, letting your pathetic, chirping cries echo powerfully in the room as lusting, near rutting alpha pheromones filled the room. “For fucks sake, omega, your pussy’s fucking tight as shit! Don’t you have any real knotted toys?”

You couldn’t respond back, your body on the road to a complete shut down at the feeling of something other than silicone deep within your body, fingering and dragging against your pheromone soaked walls.

“Alpha, y-your fingers feel so good!” you gasp, your hips thrusting backward, enjoying the way his fingernails press onto your warm velvet walls. “So good, you make me feel so good already.”

“I’ve seen you all over the news,” Shigaraki growled low into your ear. “Talking about how you didn’t want an alpha, how you never needed to feel the tightness that a fat knot could bring you, and look at you now. I’ve barely touched you, barely begun to make you mine, and yet you’re already begging for me, omega.”

Your arms tug at the handcuffs, pathetically wanting them off. Exasperatedly seeking more friction from your newly bought alpha. You can’t think straight, can’t come up with a single response except the stupid apologetic, “I’m so sorry alpha, I didn’t know i-it would be y-you!”

“Don’t be shy on her, Shigaraki! Fuck the slutty omega already! Fucking knot and claim her in front of us, I want to hear the omega whore scream. It’s always hotter when it’s the first claim ever!”

“You better learn how to shut the fuck up, or I’ll kill you for interrupting my fucking session here,” Shigaraki seethed, his red, smoldering eyes ripping from yours and glaring at some loser alpha behind you. You couldn’t care. You only wanted what looked like the growing cock in Shigaraki’s pants; you wanted to feel the cock fill up your cunt, and his knot to lock you both in place.

You drooled at the thought, your loud, whimpering cries unable to keep from pouring out as the slick from your core seemed to pour endlessly from your pussy, demanding attention and a knot. “Breed me, fill me with your pups,” you begged fingers taking in his dirty fingers in your mouth, tongue wildly and uncontrollably flicking across his fingers in hopes it would be a sinking prayer of your promise to be good. “I want your knot, alpha, I want these stupid alphas to know you’re so much better than them~!”

Shigaraki’s once snarl fell when he looked at you, a slowly growing smirk falling on his face as his lips spread into a cruel smirk, one that had you moaning around his fingers as he pinched the pink muscle in your mouth before disappearing before you.

“I smelled your distress when I put my fingers up your sloppy little cunt right before the auction happened; I could tell even with your growing heat that you hated the feeling of my fingers up your pretty pussy. But look at you now, I haven’t even set you on my goddamn knot, haven’t stretched that tiny cunt to its max. You’re smelling better than a bitch in heat,” Shigaraki growled in your ear. His clothed chest pressing deliriously into your exposed back, the huge cock outline in his pants grinding incessantly into your wet core, undoubtedly leaving a damp patch where his cock ground into you. “You’re an actress, aren’t you, little omega? I bet you just needed this audience cheering your name to break your mind over this. How. Pathetic.”

And the pressure on your tongue is gone, the drool and saliva sticky and cold on your chin as you whimper for your alpha. You promised that it wasn’t right, it was just that you had been scared before, but your alpha was so strong, his pheromones so scary and mean, he could protect you and fill you up with so many pups you couldn’t help but to be excited now.

The smell of Shigaraki seemed to brighten, and you moaned when his hands pressed the white dress up, allowing for your naked ass to be seen by him and everyone who stayed to watch. Shigaraki squeezed your asscheeks away, chuckling at the way your small asshole clenched in your embarrassment and pain at how your hormone-driven heat demanded that he fuck you and knot you now.

“So fucking wet,” Shigaraki observed, his fingertips tracing the slick on your folds before a small pop told you that he licked you clean from his fingers. “Such sweet slick too, you really are a prime omega, little one.”

You whimpered, ass shaking for him to continue to touch you, to continue to fuck you more.

“I don’t think you’re ready for my knot, precious omega,” Shigaraki taunted, and his words were a sealing deal in your lusting mind. Your hips knocking backward in some sort of desperation for more.

“She won’t,” commented the auctioneer.

“I will!” you scream, eyes filled with painful tears that could only be resolved with your alphas knot and claim. “I can take your knot, alpha!”

Shigaraki makes a small noise, and you choke at the feeling of something huge, nearly monstrous, shift into your cunt. You were a virgin, but even you knew that it was merely the head of his alpha thick cock, not enough for you to be satisfied, not far enough in you to breed or fuck you properly. All the moans in your throat were slightly painful, and the tears in your eyes continued to fall as you rocked your hips backward, trying to sink yourself further on his cock, wanting him deep in your womb.

You craved him.

“Ah, good, you can take more,” came the airy, almost insane driven coo of Shigaraki, the lack of humor making your cunt flutter against his thick, long cock. “Cry for your alpha, little omega.”

With that, Shigaraki slammed into you with no mercy, his cock bottoming out into you with a powerful, edging thrust. You screamed in pain, tears leaking from your eyes, and even with the pool of lubricating slick, his cock was far too big, incredibly thick that you felt your inner walls splitting in two as he fucked you as if you weren’t in delirious pain.

Drool and tears covered your arms, your painted fingers digging into the floorboards with crazy strength that you clawed scars on the floor as Shigaraki rutted deep within you.

Shigaraki commanded you with every thrust he gave, and soon the omega in you was cooing, howling for more, the pain of having your virginity ripped from right under you having become bubbling, glowing pleasure. You screamed in pleasure, Shigaraki grabbing onto your rolling hips to slam you back onto his cock, allowing for his thick cock to hit deep within you over and over again. The angle and power he possessed with every thrust were almost inhumane, nothing your lonely heat filled nights could ever dream of recreating ever. Shrill moans and pleas drowned out the annoying commentary of your onlookers, Shigaraki’s chest still flushed against your back, his hips landing heavily on your ass that was at this point raised because of the mount beneath you.

“My alpha,” you babble, eyes unfocused, hazy, and incredibly heavy as you stared at some point on the wall, overwhelmed with the feeling of Shigaraki’s hot cock pounding in you. “My alpha, such a good alpha. His cock is making my tummy feel funny, making my pussy feel so tight. Please fill me with your children, I’ll be a good omega to you and them, I promise! I promise — I — oh myyy goddd — I promise, alpha!!!”

Shigaraki puffs up with the praise, but he continued to fuck into you roughly, mercilessly, as if you were nothing more than the breeding whore omega that he had purchased you for. The wet slaps and satisfying squelches rang in the blazing heat room, the smell of the pleasured and heat insane omega saturating deeply within his nose, and in the other's nose, the prideful smell of a satisfied alpha.

Your spongy walls clenched and spasmed against his penetrating, pounding cock, sometimes even forcibly because, by god, it was hot when his cock would twitch within your womb, especially against your cervix.

“Fuck, you’re so damn annoying,” Shigaraki snarled into your ear, his teeth biting and scraping along your neck, and you wailed when his teeth dragged over the sweet scent gland on your neck. The one and only place for mating bites to go. His hand gripped your hair, tugging your head back so that you could feel his rough facial skin rub up against yours. “If you want me to fill you with my pups, you better be the best fucking omega on this goddamn planet.”

“I can be the best! I’ll be the best!” you cried, your ass shifting backward to meet his drilling hips.

The delirious sensation of his cock rocking against your cervix slowly begins to inflate the knot on his cock, restricting his still barbaric thrusting as he made to move faster. He wanted you to cum before he knotted entirely within you.

The pressure in your stomach is scorching and impossibly tight, and he takes another long stripe at your scent gland. You tremble with need, your fingers tearing into the wooden floors. You can feel the knot on his cock swelling up, catching onto the opening of your cunt with every successive cunt, and you begin to cry, shake, and tremble as the knot becomes too big.

Your eyes cross, your tongue falling out of your mouth as you babble his name. Your walls clamp around his knotted cock with the ferocity of a vice, and your body jerks violently as you cum hard around his cock. The slick essence of your orgasm slipping out of the few lasting places open before Shigaraki’s knot fills you out entirely. Despite his cock unable to move, the swollenness of his knot preventing him from moving out of you, Shigaraki still shoves his weight into his hips, the inflated knot stretching your cock out so widely, your vision went white, and you came yet a second time.

A small pop was heard, and suddenly with a rush of thick, hot, and heavy white cum exploded within your womb, his teeth sink around your scent gland, marking you — mating you. He filled you, filled you, and filled you. His cum wouldn’t stop until your belly was swollen with his hot cum, and he eventually fell off of you with a shaky, shallow breath.

You still remained on the mount, your eyes unfocused, breaths mumbling to your alpha, a promise to carry out every single pup he gave you and would give you. You were his omega, his good little omega, and you would never disappoint your alpha. Not now, not ever.

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The next week, you opened your door with a broad smile, your usual clothes replaced with a dress Shigaraki had picked for you and a frilly white apron on as your agent was standing outside of your house, eyes wide, mouth gaped at the still bleeding mate wound on your shoulder.

“Ah, how funny!” you laughed, waving your hand as you sighed dreamily, your eyes fluttering at the thought of your alpha who was on a business call right now. “I’m actually going to be quitting! My alpha and I have many plans right now, I gotta produce as many litters as I can, being an actress would never give me this sort of meaning in life!”

“B-But, you’re doing so much?! You have so much to do! You can’t give up?!”

“Oh, my love, we both know that I look much cuter with a pregnant belly! Don’t worry,” you smile, taking your agent's hand, brightly smiling at her one last time. “I’m sure all omegas will eventually find their alpha so they won’t be so depressed and angry like I was!”

Your agent doesn’t get another word in.

You slam the door in her face, your hands already resting on your belly that you knew was already growing the life of your first litter of pups. It had been known the second Shigaraki filled you up anymore.

You were a good little omega, and your alpha needed you!

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Beta

(This is a Yandere Alpha N’Doul x Beta Female Reader! I hope you guys enjoy this :))

TW: !Noncon/Dubcon!, no stand au, sexual harassment (from the big man himself, Dio), mentions of disability(blindness)!, mentions of organised crime!, mentions of violence!, !knotting!, breeding kink!, you have no rights even as a Beta :((, !Alpha kink, !slight scent kink, !slight body horror at the end but nothing explicit!, etc..)

When you accepted the role as a caregiver, you assumed that the man you were going to watch after was normal. After all, the man was rumoured to have a trust fund, and you assumed that he was rich from old money.

How wrong you had been.

How would you have known that the man you’re helping is in one of the most feared mafia’s in the world?

You’d found this out by accident. He’d asked you to bring an expensive wine for him and a ‘friend,’ but when you walked in, you saw his ‘friend’ sprawled out on the floor, dead. That’s when he used his ‘Alpha Voice’ on you for the first time. He demanded you move into his estate, because he couldn’t risk you being a snitch.

The ultimatum was to move in, or die, and by God, you weren’t going to die.

“If you weren’t a Beta, I’d have stolen you away a long time ago,” Your hands shake slightly when you pour an expensive scotch into the blond Alpha’s cup. You’d always been sensitive to an Alpha’s scent or words, and this man’s smell is overwhelming.

“Thank you, Mister Brando, but I’m sure my boss wouldn’t like that,” You chuckle nervously, as you swiftly move away from his large form. Taking a small glance towards N’Doul, you see an impassive look on his well-sculpted face. He’s used to his boss’ crude words towards you, but the annoyed pheromone in his scent is very apparent.

“Of course he wouldn’t, you’re one of the few useful servants here,” He swishes the amber liquid around in his cup, the ice clinking against the glass making you flinch, “But, I have a proposition for you that I know you can’t refuse; you smell very… enchanting for a mere Beta. This is a known fact. The only differences between you and an Omega is that you’re level-headed and less annoying. That means that you’ll make a very good mate for one of my most trusted men,” By this time, you’d made your way to your boss, and were in the middle of pouring him a glass of a strong smelling bourbon. The blond Alpha’s words make your blood run cold, and you quickly stop pouring N’Doul his drink in fear of your shaking causing a spill. Dio’s golden eyes flash in amusement, “Why do you seem so surprised, Beta? You’ve been faithful to us for quite some time now, and I believe you deserve some comfort. If you marry him, you’ll live a lavish life. The only thing you must do for us, besides giving us unwavering loyalty, is bear him many children. The mafia needs a future generation, after all.”

You gasp in disbelief, your free hand covering your gawking mouth. He can’t be serious. You weren’t born into a mafia family, you weren’t rich, you aren’t good on the field, etc., why would he want you to marry one of his high ranking men?

“I, uhm, I’m flattered that you’d offer me such an amazing, uhm, opportunity, but I don’t think I can up and leave my boss. I’ve helped him for about two years, so it might not be very good for him-” N’Doul suddenly grabs your right wrist, scaring you half to death. You almost drop the bourbon bottle in your left hand, but luckily regain your hold on it.

“She’s right, Master Dio, I still need her assistance in my manor. She helps me write my paperwork, reads off important messages, and assists with many other equally as important tasks. It would be quite hard for me to find someone who is as trusted and reliable as she is,” He slowly releases his hold on you, gently squeezing your right hand’s fingers. You shift uncomfortably on your feet, Dio looks positively pleased with himself, while your boss looks in his general direction with an unamused expression.

“Are you both sure that you want to miss out on this opportunity? I didn’t even say the Alpha’s name yet,” The both of you vehemently nod, you because you don’t want to marry some rando to become a baby factory, and your boss because he can’t bear the thought of you being mated to someone else. “I see, what a shame. I was actually going to offer her to you, N’Doul, but I guess she can continue to be your servant if you want,” The dark haired Alpha’s scent turns sour, making you gulp in both fear and confusion.

“Master Dio, what are you implying?”

“You want to marry her, don't you? Your sweet Beta always takes care of you, she’s willing to do anything to make you comfortable,” Oh God, Dio thinks you’re in love with your boss, “And don’t think I haven’t noticed the change of your scent when she walks into the room, or how you treat her so kindly. The N’Doul I know wouldn’t have hesitated to kill someone if they found out his secret, yet you spared her without a second thought. It seems that the both of you have found your match,” He throws his drink back, finishing it with a single swig, “But, if you still don’t wish to marry, I understand-”

“Please don’t play with my feelings,” Your boss stands to his feet, his scent now overwhelmingly angry, “Of course I’d want to marry her, is that really a question you must ask?” Dio smirks at his uncharacteristic anger.

“Oh, is that so? Then I suppose I will allow it,” He stands to his feet as well, easily towering over the both of you, “Now that that’s settled-”

“Wait! I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but don’t I get a say in this?” N’Doul, who is closest to you, tries to reach out for you again, but you easily dodge his hand, “I’m sorry Master N’Doul, but I don’t want to marry you. I also don’t want any children, and I don’t want any direct involvement with the mafia. I’m fine helping you out around the house and doing my job, but I don’t want anything besides a professional relationship,” It’s quiet for a long moment, a look of hurt flashing over your boss’ face, along with an upset smell permeating the room, before Dio begins to laugh.

“Oh my, it’s so adorable that you think you have a choice. Did you forget that even though you’re not an Omega, the law still views you as lesser to an Alpha? For once, we’d be following the law in making you submit to your Alpha,” The blond rounds the left side of the table, heading straight towards you. In a panic, you try to move to your right to round the table and run for the door, but you run into your boss.

Instead of being thrown off kilter like usual, he stands firm. His arms wrap around your middle, forcing you up against him. You think that he’s surprisingly well built for a man who needs your help 24/7, and that’s when you realise that you’re just a cover. The police know that you work for him, and whenever they’ve questioned you, you’ve always said the same thing; he has no sense of balance, he needs your help to get around the house, etc.. But, looking at the situation at hand, it’s clear that he’s never needed you for anything besides his mafia paperwork.

“I think she’s figured it out N’Doul,” The scary Alpha is now before you, staring down at you with a shit-eating grin, “Though, that doesn’t matter. What matters now is that you listen to me well,” Oh no, “You’re going to marry him, whether you want to or not. You will give him as many pups as he wants, or else you’ll be punished. If you try to escape, you will be punished. Do you understand me?” He’s used his Alpha voice on you. Normally this wouldn’t phase a Beta, but you were no normal Beta.

Against your better judgement, you nod, saying a very forced, “Yes, Alpha,”

“Good. His rut will begin in a few days. When that happens, you will service him as an Omega would. I will give you some heat inducing pills, and you will take them the moment his rut begins,” You stare at the ground with a frown, and nod.

“Okay… but how will they work? I’m not an Omega-” N’Doul’s hold tightens around your ribs exponentially, making you wheeze.

“Don’t act too rash,” He scolds the dark haired Alpha, “That’s an excellent question, Beta,” You flinch at his words, and freeze in fear when he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him, “There are many drugs on the market that can trigger a reaction from your kind. Many Alphas find it fun to break a Beta down into a gushing, cock or pussy hungry whore. You, my dear, are going to be my dear friends’ mate, which means you need to be ready for a long and hard week. If you aren’t you’ll surely die of exhaustion,” N’Doul growls at that, causing Dio to shush him softly, “So, to stop that, you’re going to go into heat as well. It’s as simple as that.”

His words are calming ones, trying to lull you into a false sense of security. But, you know better. You know that both men can kill you easily, you know that your boss could give you up, ending with you becoming a sex slave. So, to save your own skin, you give in.

“Okay. I understand.”

The next few days are a whirlwind of emotion. Because his cover has now been blown, N’Doul refuses your help with any task besides paperwork. Turns out, he’s very high functioning, and he is able to count his steps to-and-fro, and is also able to do things like cooking without your help.

Ever since that day with Dio, he’s been trying to make it up to you. He’ll make you your favourite food, dress you in pretty dresses, help you shower, etc.. It’s honestly suffocating, but whenever you try to distance yourself, one of his few servants will detain you, only to return you back to the patient Alpha.

The day before his scheduled rut, one of the female servants took it upon herself to wax your entire body. Unfortunately for you, she’s a very old fashioned Alpha, and she had no qualms in using her Alpha voice against you. So, she sat you down on the edge of a large jacuzzi like bath tub, and went to town. When your soon to be mate called for you, it’d taken all of your power to walk down the stairs without falling flat on your face. He’d known something was wrong, because your smell wasn’t as lovely as usual, and the way you walked sounded completely different than normal. You didn’t bother lying to him, and to say he was pissed was an understatement.

A low growl draws you from your thoughts, along with the heavy smell of arousal trailing from N’Doul’s quarters. Sighing in dread, you head towards your dresser, grabbing the pills Dio gave you from a small unused jewelry box. Chucking them into your mouth, you unscrew the cap of your water bottle and take a large swig, swallowing down the aphrodisiac you are forced to take.

Shuffling towards your door, you hear the male’s groaning grow loader. Is he outside your door? Grabbing the cool doorknob, you practically throw the door open, expecting to see him kneeling outside. When the hallway is exposed, there’s no one there. Sticking your head outside, you check to see if he was farther down the hall. Nope. It’s empty.

You see his room a few doors down, and realise he’s just that noisy.

Straightening your posture and taking a deep breath, you trudge towards his abode. Knocking lightly on the door, you call out to him, “A-are you okay in there?” All noises cease, leaving you in suspense. Putting your ear against the door, you try to listen in to see if he dropped dead or if he was walking towards the door. You hear nothing, and prepare to pull away, only for the door to open, making you fall forward. Two warm arms catch you with a quickness, before you’re dragged into the dark room, and tossed onto a very comfortable bed.

You bounce once you hit the mattress, only to be pinned down in an instant. He noses your throat, ghosting over your scent glands. His tongue laps at your neck greedily, trying to taste your skin on his tongue. N’Doul’s large, Rough hands grope at the fat of your hips, trailing up to your breasts. He seems to be trying to get a reaction out of you, but all you do is cringe.

The pills haven’t fully kicked in yet, so you’re very uncomfortable under the rough treatment the Alpha is giving you. Noticing this, he growls in annoyance, “Don’t act shy, Darling. I’ll make you feel good if you make me feel good,” Did he truly mistake your discomfort for timidity?

“I, uhm,” He silences you with a heated kiss, both of your spit mixing together, much to your disgust. His fingers pull and prod at your blouse covered nipples, twisting slightly to elicit a reaction. A gasp leaves your lips, as you try to remove his hands. The medicine was slowly, but surely starting to work, making your breasts more sensitive than usual.

He grips the material of your shirt with two fingers, a small snarl coming from his lips, “I want this off. If you want to keep it, you better strip fast,” You practically throw your shirt over your head, moving as fast as you can. Your best friend had given you his shirt years ago, and you’ve used it as a sleep shirt ever since.

A small smile decorates his harsh features, as he is finally able to feel your skin against his. He squeezes your breasts, loving the feeling of your fat between your fingers. You try not to look, hoping to zone out the entire session, but the rapid heat appearing in your tummy is making it very hard to do so.

“I can’t wait until these are filled with milk, your Alpha might have to have a taste for himself,” A gasp leaves your lips at his erotic words, especially when his lips connect with your right nipple. He suckles on it like a child, whilst toying with the hem of your panties. With one swift movement, he shucks them down your legs without separating from your chest.

A loud moan escapes your throat, as he starts to toy with your puffy pussy. The waxing from the night before makes you more sensitive than normal, eliciting all the right reactions. He removes himself from your chest, bringing your panties to his nose, breathing in your slick.

“Such a yummy and cute little Beta, no wonder everyone everyone confuses you for an Omega,” He licks the seat of your panties, practically cumming in his drawers at your taste, “Fuck, you even taste fertile. Does your little womb want my cum, Darling? Want me to pump a cute baby into you?” His words send another wave of heat to your core, causing your slit to gush out your arousal.

“Yes, yes please! Please fill me up!” He smirks at your neediness, and he shoves your legs apart. The smell of your arousal permeates the room, causing the large man to choke on his own spit.

“Oh my, your pussy smells so good,” N’Doul practically dives between your legs, sniffing at your dripping pussy. Your hands reach down and grip at his black locks, practically begging him to eat you out.

“Please lick my pussy! I was to take your knot,” He starts to kitten lick at your clit, causing tour hips to buck into his face, smearing your arousal over his chin and nose. He moans, loving the thought of everyone knowing that he belongs to you.

“Such a Good Girl, in no Time, we’ll have a cute pup running around. Then I’ll fuck another one into you, giving them a sibling to hang out with,” You keen at his words, especially when he inserts two fingers into you at once. He scissors them at a fast pace, sucking on your clit harshly. Your cunt gushes in your first orgasm, making your back arch and a scream leave your lips, “What a good Darling, loosen up so I can fuck you full.”

He adds two more into your cunt, your pussy sucking his fingers with an iron grip. His hips rut into the mattress below, as he brings you to a second release.

“I’m gonna stuff you full, keep you locked on my knot. My Darling Beta, my cute cumslut,” he withdraws his hand from your heat, making you whine. But, he’s quick to shut you up with another heated kiss. Pushing your knees back, he puts you into a mating press. With one hand he keeps you in that position, and the other pushes his drawers off of his hips, kicking them off onto the floor.

Lining his tip to your slick hole, he dips it in, testing the waters. When he feels your ring of muscle practically pulling you in, he can’t help but slam his entire length into you, causing you to scream out in both pleasure and pain. His tip rams into your cervix harshly, trying to access your deepest point.

He doesn’t give you time to adjust, and starts to roughly fuck into you. His heavy balls slap against your ass in a rhythmic fashion, whilst he forced your knees by your head.

“Fuck, your sloppy cunt is taking me so well. I love the way you gush around my cock,” You can’t say anything, too overwhelmed with pleasure. Your mouth falls open, eyes rolling back into your head. Pathetic moans rattle your chest, as he smashes himself as close as he can to you, “Don’t worry, Beta, your Alpha will fill you up nicely. I’ll make you round with my baby, I’ll give you pretty milky tits, and I’ll take care of you for the rest of your life!”

He picks up his pace, trying to draw out more noises and slick to help him force his way in. His knot is quickly forming at the base of his cock, and it pulls almost painfully at the opening of your slit.

“A-Alpha, I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum!” He smiles at your admission, starting to force his knot inside.

“Good Beta, cum around your Alpha’s knot,” N’Doul forces his entire weight onto you, bucking his hips even harsher than before.

His knot catches on your opening one more time, before breaching your drooling cunt. He ruts into you for a few moments longer, before his knot hardens fully, breaching the opening of your womb, locking himself inside of you.

The feeling of him knotting you causes you to squirt, your release just barely slipping past your stuffed opening, painting his abs with your cum. He forces his mouth onto yours, as his seed pumps into you in thick spurts. He fills you up so much, that you feel bloated, your tummy poking out a little bit more than normal. N’Doul Real esse your legs, letting you settle into a comfortable position, his warm hand lays on your stuffed womb.

“My beautiful mate, I’m so happy you accepted me. We’ll have the best pups, I’ll make sure none of you want for anything. Fuck, why’re you squeezing me so harshly?”

You whine in both pain and pleasure, laying your forearm across your eyes, “I think I need to go to the hospital. Betas aren't meant to take knots, and you’re currently deep in my womb,” He scrambles to pull himself out, only to yank on your womb harshly, making a small scream of pain escape your lips, and tears dot your eyes, “No! No! Not right now, oh god, that hurts so bad!”

His moment of post nut clarity, brings him to kiss your face with multiple tender kisses.

“It’s okay, Darling, we’ll patch you up soon. Maybe Dio will have a drug to make this less painful for you.”

You stare up at the ceiling with dread, the pills he gave you makes you feel good, yes, but the pain of no longer having freedom and a knotted cock in your womb is enough to make you sick.

Hopefully your kid will be cute. Because, if not, you don’t know what you’ll do.

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writtingrose · 3 years

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Kinktober; Day Thirteen

SUMMARY; Arranged Marriage with Kenny Omega

WARNINGS; sexual content, rough, dominant

REQUESTED BY; @hungmanhorsecarriage

BETA’D BY; @abadamn and @sophiewolfheart-blog

CO-WRITTEN BY; none

WORD COUNT; 1,713

GIF CREDIT; unknown

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The relationship had started as a joke to her, if she was being honest. It was 2021, after all, not the middle 1800s. No one arranged marriages anymore. Then again, was it really arranged if she was in on it?

They had said it was for her protection. An ex had gotten out of control, and now, she was being threatened. Why her brothers had suggested this instead of a body guard, she’ll never know. Maybe this was their way of getting her a bodyguard? But with Kenny….

Kenny stepped out of the bathroom clad in only boxers as he ran the towel over his damp hair. You could feel the nervousness in the air as he licked his lips.

“I can sleep on the couch, if you’re more comfortable with that.”

She just looked at him while she cocked her head to the side.

“I don’t…” Her eyebrows scrunched together as she struggled to find the right words. “I wouldn’t mind if we shared the bed. We’re married after all, right?”

She hoped she wasn’t coming off as a creep. If she was being honest to herself, the thought of them in the same bed together, well, caused her toes to curl. Little did she know it did the ame to him.

“I suppose you’re right.” He chuckled, dropping the towel by the bathroom door. “And this is our honeymoon.”

He made his way to the other side of the bed and took a seat, hands clasped together in front of him.

“We could put a pillow between us? That way we don’t have to actually touch if you’re not okay with that.”

Melissa couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle. Her nerves were nothing compared to his.

“Kenny, I really don’t mind. The bed is the most comfortable place to sleep and I’m not going to hog it.”

Kenny let out a small sigh as he nodded and adjusted on the bed. “There are a few sights I want to take you to see tomorrow. Would you like to join me? The weather is supposed to be clear and California really is beautiful.”

He slid under the covers, hoping she couldn’t hear the thumping of his heart as he settled against the pillows.

“That sounds great, Kenny.” She nodded as she, too, crawled under the blankets. “Hey, I know I haven’t really said anything but thank you. Matt and Nick can be a little extreme in their ideas but… I have a good feeling about this.”

Kenny couldn't help but bite his lip, mind drifting back to the conversation with the Bucks.

They had come to him, seeking advice. An ex had been making comments and showing up at her house. He had yet to get violent so the police wouldn’t do anything. The Bucks had brought up the idea of Kenny moving in for a time; maybe then the issue would die down and go away. However, Kenny didn’t think so.

He had been the one to suggest the arrangement. The whole ‘wedding’ had been a sham; fake to those who knew but appeared real to everyone else. Kenny would move in and, for all reasons, it would appear they were in a marriage. It was definitely easier said than done.

Now, as they laid beside each other, he began to wonder if it had been a good idea after all. If she didn’t return the feelings he had things would be awkward.

However, she did. Just in arms reach of him, Melissa was having the same battle. As she laid there, eyes shut and willing her body to relax, he couldn’t help but think about how close he was. How, with only a few small moves, their bodies would be wrapped together.

She bit her lip, doing all she could to hold back a small whimper of frustration; the throbbing between her legs a constant sign of the attraction. She let out a small shiver, trying to force her body to relax as she pulled the blanket closer to her chin.

“Cold, love?”

Kenny moved quickly, rolling toward her to allow his arm to snake around her.

Her body froze for a second before relaxing again and Kenny wondered if he’d messed everything up.

“Nervous.”

Her voice came out soft, the warmth of his arms and stress of everything pulling her closer and closer to unconsciousness.

“You don’t have to worry about that, Watashi no ai(my love.) I won’t do anything you don’t want.”

Silence settled between them as their bodies settled against the mattress. A short time like, soft breaths could be heard as their chests rose and fell.

A few hours passed before Kenny woke with a start. His body jerked as his eyes adjusted to the dark. His mind raced as he became painfully aware of how awake he was. Melissa, in adjusting on the mattress, had moved her ass right against his crotch. Now, the attraction he’d tried so hard to control, was pressing against her skin.

His eyes darted between the back of her head and where their bodies pressed together. His cock strained against his sweats as he willed his mind to think of anything else; anything beside the way her body practically screamed for it.

After several moments, his body began to relax, his eyes once again closing as the pulsing in his groin lessened. He had just about been asleep when he felt it again.

Her body rolled against his, soft moan coming from her lips as she once again settled.

Kenny clenched his fist and bit his lip. Fresh blood rushed to his cock as it begged for release. His chest rose and fell as he tried to regain control.

Melissa licked her lips, her own eyes staring into the dark. He had woken her when he jerked; a reaction to the first accidental contract. The second one, however, had been intentional.

Her body buzzed as she lifted her hips against his for a third time, testing him. His hand came to rest on her hip. His fingers strained against her skin as he struggled to hold onto the last strand of control. She bit her lip as she contemplated her next move. Does she push him further? Or call it quits? The last thing she wanted was for it to be awkward in the morning.

Fuck it. She thought.

She pushed her hips back harder, earning a soft growl from him.

“You must be awake. Stop. Or I’m going to take you.”

She sucked in a harsh breath as his voice caressed her ears.

“I-I’m okay with you taking me, Kenny.”

That one declaration was all it took.

He didn’t think to ask again as his hands rushed to push her pants down. His hips girated against hers; almost like he was touching someone for the first time. Warm lips met the skin of her neck as his long fingers pried her legs apart.

“Open for me, Koneko. (Kitten)”

A soft cry fell from her lips as his hand moved too stroke through her folds. Skilled fingers danced over her sensitive flesh as teeth scraped against her neck. Her hand moved around to tangle in his hair. Her hips rolled back against his as she moaned gently.

“Kenny, please.”

He groaned, pre cum slipping from the tip of his hardened cock.

“Patients, Koneko.”

One long finger slipped inside her. He caressed the silk walls of her tight channel. He pulled her ear lobe between his teeth, sucking and nibbling before releasing it.

“So warm, sweetheart. Warm and wet. Just for me.”

Her fingers tightened on his hair as his hips bucked into hers. He curled his finger at the same time, fresh moisture polling from inside her.

Just as quick as his hand had appeared, it disappeared. He withdrew himself, sliding away for only a moment as he stripped of his sweats. His cock strained against the warm air, glistening softling in the pail light.

His body returned, once again pressed up against her as his cock pressed against her clit. Melissa pulsed, muscles flexing around nothing as she pushed her hips back.

Kenny grabbed her thigh, lifting it so he could move behind her. Slowly, he thrust inside.

He took his time, letting her feel as every inch, every vein on his cock, stretched her; filled her. Her eyes rolled back as her walls pulsed, coaxing his cock deeper inside her. Once his hips rested against the skin of her ass, he paused. The only sound was that of their breaths as they took it in for a minute.

Kenny pressed a kiss to her shoulder as he began to roll his hips. His cock pistoned in and out of her, coaxing more moisture; the bed beneath them forming a spot quickly. His own groans rose to meet her’s. His cock swelled, filling her impossibly more. She shuttered, her pussy holding him deeper than they thought it could.

She rolled her head to the side and their lips met fiercely. It didn't take long for his tongue to dominate her’s; expert tongue exploring her fully. Melissa let out a small sigh as her hips bucked against his, demanding more.

He was quick to oblige.

Hips moved faster as his hand snaked under her shirt. Large hands cupped her breasts, the nipple rolling between his fingers as skin began to slap together.

“That’s right, baby. Take my cock so well.”

He held her chin, eyes searing into hers as he expertly urged her body towards orgasm. Once on the edge, his fingers met her clit and pressed. At the same time his mouth met hers; tongue thrusting into her mouth. His fingers rolled her nipple; the perfect pressure. His cock, already pushing her to the limit, surged forward.

She came. The cry of his name swallowed by his own groan as his cock emptied inside her. Breath came out raggit as their chests rose and fell quickly. Kenny chuckled as his body fell back against the mattress.

He gathered her into his arms, exhaustion already weighing on them both.

“I’m the morning, we’ll repeat that in the shower.” He chuckled gently and kissed her shoulder. “Better yet, I’ll cancel our plans and we’ll repeat it all day.”

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bluerose5 · 3 years

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An Eye for an Eye

Relationship: Thane/Garrus (pre-relationship)

Word Count: 1,426

Summary: When Shepard goes to speak with Sidonis, Thane stays behind with Garrus. After he lets Sidonis go, they have a talk while they're alone.

Warnings: Pre-Relationship, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt & Comfort, Mentions of Drinking, Survivor Guilt, Implied/Referenced PTSD, Grief/Mourning

Read it here on AO3.

His finger was itching to pull the trigger.

As Shepard turned away from the conversation, there was a brief moment where Garrus had Sidonis in his sights. He was caught in his crosshairs, and all it would take was a slight flex of his finger for it to all be over with.

All of those sleepless nights, forcing down the screams from nightmares, waking up in a cold sweat...

It was frightening.

When Sidonis described how every day has passed since leaving Omega, Garrus swore that he was listening to an audio recording of his day-to-day routine. It was something he would expect to hear from a biography or a memoir, a private journal perhaps.

Staring at Sidonis from afar felt like looking at himself in a mirror.

A shattered, broken mirror.

Garrus felt a hand on his, so he lowered the rifle.

Not once did he take his eyes off of Sidonis, not until he was out of sight.

He took a deep breath, but it offered no comfort. His chest hurt, and his eyes burned. Yet nothing he did seemed to help.

Thane sat beside him on the maintenance walkway, staring down at the crowd below.

"You did the right thing," he said.

Carefully, Thane took the gun away from him and set it aside, ensuring that the safety was on. He settled in by Garrus’s side, sitting cross-legged while he waited for him to recover.

Garrus swallowed thickly.

"I don't know," he whispered. "It doesn't feel like a victory."

"Forgiveness rarely feels triumphant, no matter how fulfilling fiction makes it out to be. To forgive someone, they had to have wronged you in some way to begin with, and being on the receiving end of someone's wrongdoings isn't exactly a pleasant experience."

Thane leaned his weight back onto his hands. Garrus hesitated but eventually followed suit.

Their fingers brushed. At first, they shied away from such a touch, but the longer they sat and talked, the easier it was to avoid second-guessing themselves.

Thane's hand curled around his, so Garrus flipped his over, making it somewhat easier to tangle their fingers together.

Garrus's heart pounded within his chest.

"I know what it is like," Thane explained, "to experience loss and seek peace through vengeance."

Garrus listened, but each beat of his heart brought nothing but pulsating pain.

All he wanted was to fold under the pressure, to curl in on himself and scream until his throat was raw.

He didn't know how much they had meant to him —really meant to him— until they were gone.

Two years, all down the drain.

"They were my family," Garrus croaked. His dual tones were shattered, distorted by his grief. "They were my men. Lantar was there from the beginning. He was—"

Garrus stopped short before he could go too far, but that was the thing about Thane. Thane didn't need to hear the words to understand.

He squeezed Garrus’s hand.

"I know," he murmured. "I know."

For a moment, neither of them said a word. Garrus eventually leaned his head on Thane’s shoulder, but Thane didn't push him away. If anything, Thane pulled him closer, wrapping his arm around him in acceptance.

Garrus buried his face into Thane’s throat and released a low, mournful trill.

Thane’s grip on him tightened, but Garrus had to ask.

He had to know that he did the right thing, whatever that may be.

"You—" He cleared his throat. "You said you know what it’s like to seek peace through vengeance.”

"I did," he stated matter-of-factly, "or closure, at the very least. Maybe I wasn't even looking for peace. I simply had to make her killers pay for what they had done."

Garrus paused, taking a second to process that.

"Did it make you any happier?"

"Some sadistic part of me, deep down, probably enjoyed it at the time, but ultimately? No. Then again, I didn't factor my happiness into the equation. That was never going to influence the outcome."

"Perhaps it should have."

"Perhaps."

Strange, wasn't it? That Garrus felt so safe, so comforted, in the arms of an assassin.

"Last question."

"Shoot."

"Did avenging her make any of the pain go away?" He didn't need to elaborate. Thane understood more than most the pain of loss, of grief. "Even a little?"

"No." There was no hesitation in his answer. "It's all still there, haunting my every step. I still see what remained of her when I close my eyes. Some days, it's easier to function if I don't focus on it for too long, but it's hard to ignore a gaping hole in one's soul."

Yeah, Garrus could understand that.

Even now, he could feel the blood on his hands. He could hear their last breaths rattling in their lungs. He could see their eyes go unfocused, staring off into the distance.

He could hear their spirits hiss, Why you?

Why did he get to survive? When all else failed, why was he the one who lived while everyone else suffered for his mistakes?

Seemed like Sidonis wasn’t the only one Garrus needed to forgive.

"What if I would have followed through?" Garrus asked, desperate to take his attention off of the voices whispering in his head. “I had a chance at the end there. It would have been so easy...”

He trailed off, uncertain.

Thane glanced down at him, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes.

Garrus reached out to wipe them away before they could fall.

Thane leaned into his touch.

"Hard to say," Thane told him. "After all, every person I killed was a stranger who I had no attachment to, an enemy and nothing beyond that. But, this Sidonis... He was your friend and your enemy. How would it have felt if it was you carving the hole into your spirit yourself?"

To that, Garrus had no answer.

"Something to think about, at least."

"Indeed."

For a while, they simply sat there together, watching the people stroll about Orbital Lounge, oblivious to the chaos that could have been.

"Well," Garrus sighed, "we better go meet back up with Shepard before she gets too worried."

He got to his feet and offered his hand, which Thane took without the slightest bit of hesitation. He might not have needed the assistance, but Garrus helped him up anyways.

As he pulled him to his feet, they stood chest-to-chest. Garrus marveled at how he towered over him. Then again, he towered over almost everyone on the squad.

Still, looking down at him, Garrus felt some of the pressure ease off of his heart. Pain lingered, but the partial relief was a welcome one regardless.

He didn't want this moment between them to end the second they left the lounge.

Thane had always been a tough shell to crack, but Shepard had been pushing him to start interacting more with the crew. Garrus hoped that, after today and what they had shared, they could forge a close friendship, if nothing else.

Without thinking, Garrus acted on an impulse, leaning his forehead against Thane's.

Thane stiffened, and Garrus was ready to retreat and apologize; however, before he had the chance to do so, Thane settled his hands upon Garrus’s waist. All of the tension that had built up in Thane's body was washed away as swiftly as it came.

Of course, Garrus grew flustered when confronted by such an easygoing acceptance, yet the intensity of Thane's gaze had him pinned into place.

Never had someone touched Garrus's waist so casually, especially in public.

It coaxed a soft, crooning noise from the back of Garrus’s throat. Something that he was quick to muffle as heat filled his face.

The hide under his plating was starting to take on a bluish tinge, more concentrated around his throat.

Given Thane’s extensive knowledge of alien anatomy for the sake of his career, Garrus could only assume that he knew well enough that a turian’s waist was a soft, sensitive spot. A weakness to exploit.

In more ways than one, so it seemed.

"So, uh—" Garrus stammered, trying to collect what shreds of dignity he still had intact. "You know, after this, I'm gonna need a drink."

Thane chuckled, a sound that spread warmth throughout Garrus’s body.

"Or several," Thane corrected. "And after I deal with this business with my son, I figure I'll be in the same boat. Want to join me in Life Support after?"

Garrus didn't need to be asked twice.

"I wouldn’t miss it for the world."

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The Reunion - Part 4

Summary: Dealing with the aftermath of losing Omega; How Phoenix Ghost and Echo met.

A/N: I tried my hand at Kyuzo, apparently it’s suppose to be mispronounced French, according to Wookieepedia, if that’s wrong I do apologize. Also, FYI, there might be slight canon divergence, I'm going to try and include what happens but that might not be possible.

Italics - Flashback

(Bold) - Translation

*Bold*��- Action

Warnings: Anger, Grief, Hurt, Loss, Attacks, Explosives, Sniper shots, talks of killing, innuendos, flirting, kissing, death, feelings of not enough, if there are any I missed let me know.

Words: 9,529 - story kind of got away from me a little

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“What do you mean you lost Omega?!” I shouted at Hunter’s image.

“I’m sorry, hun” Hunter’s eyes were full of pain and sadness. I know it wasn’t his fault, after all they told Crosshair and me everything that happened, how the Empire somehow found them through some scavengers, nearly lost all their lives, only for a bounty hunter to show up, shoot Hunter in the chest and kidnap Omega.

I let out a sigh, “No, I’m sorry, it’s not your fault. Are you okay, love?”

“Slightly sore”

“Huh, sore?” Wrecker pushed Hunter out of the way, “He nearly died!”

“His injury was pretty bad Medic Kambe, we could have used you” Tech finished pushing Wrecker out of the way.

“Are the rest of you okay?”

“Yes, vod’ika. We are all fine.” Tech answered

“Tell us what the plan is?” Crosshair asked

“We need to figure out who’s after Omega, it’s the only way we’re going to find her” came a woman’s voice, I’ve never heard before.

“Who’s that?” I asked

A beautiful woman came into view, my throat tightened, who was this woman, and why was she leaning on my Hunter’s shoulder.

“Hi, I’m Phoenix Ghost” came her smooth voice, her skin was perfect, her eyes piercing, “relax doll, I’m not interested in your man, I’m married”, she held up her finger displaying a ring.

“Oh … no … I wasn’t …”

“Ha, yes you were” Crosshair chuckled

“Can we focus on what’s important, please” Hunter cut in

“Do you guys have an idea as to who wants Omega?” Phoenix Ghost asked

“You mean besides the Empire” Crosshair answered

“The Kaminoans” I answered contemplatively.

Everyone looked at me, the silence grew, “What do you mean, cyare?” Hunter inquired.

“That actually would make sense” responded Crosshair

I simply nodded, “Somebody wants to fill us in?” Asked Echo

“The Empire, specifically Admiral Rampart, didn’t want to bring you guys in, they wanted you all eliminated except for Omega…” Crosshair began

“… but” I interjected, “if Omega is brought in by the Empire, then there would be no use for the Kaminoans, since the Empire would have all the answers once they ran a deep scan on Omega.”

“What answers are they looking for?” Phoenix Ghost inquired

“How to make an elite clone, one …” I let out a sigh, “one who is force sensitive”

“WHAT!” Came the answer not just through the comm, but from Lurwa and Crosshair.

“Excuse me, but who else is there with you?” Questioned Tech

“It’s one of my Elite Squad, they wanted to escape the Empire too”

“Yeah sorry, everyone meet Lurwa Zelga, formerly ES-03” I added

“Actually, I was formerly ES-02” Lurwa said

“Oh, sorry about that”

“Why is she tied up?” Hunter asked

“We don’t know if we can trust her” answered Crosshair

“Then why are you allowing her to listen in?” Hunter was getting annoyed, “You know what it doesn’t matter! What are we going to do about Omega?”

“Babe, it’s okay, we’ll figure it out.”

“No, it’s not okay. I FAILED HER!”

Everyone went silent, “Crosshair, I’m going to take the comm in the back okay, can you transfer it to the other room?”

Crosshair nodded, “Hunter, can you go to a private comm?”

*sigh* “Fine”

Hunter got up and moved, and went into the bunk room of the ship, Hunter’s face popped up on the private comm, “Alright babe, talk to me”

“There’s nothing to talk about”

“Oh I think there’s plenty to talk about, just start at the beginning, from after escaping the explosion of the engine”

Hunter ran a hand over his face, “Omega and I were almost cornered by the Empire, I really thought we were done for, but then we managed to find cover and make our way to the ship. When we entered the hangar there was nothing but stormtrooper bodies lying everywhere. I knew at that moment something wasn’t right. Rather than waiting for the guys to show up, Omega and I walked in. I should’ve … I should have made her wait, made her hide until I knew it was all clear. I was so stupid! I put her needlessly in danger. All my training, all my ability and I failed her.”

“You keep saying you failed her, but you still haven’t told me how? Come on babe, talk”

“As we walked further in, a bounty hunter stepped out of the Marauder. I don’t know who he was, he was a Duros with a ridiculous hat, blue skin, some sort of tubing coming out of his face. His voice was dark and determined. He didn’t look that dangerous, I mean he looked dangerous, but I didn’t think he … I thought I …

Bounty Hunter: I’ve taken down so many clones over the years. Once you figure out one, the rest are easy.

Hunter: You’re in for a surprise

Bounty Hunter: I doubt that

Omega: He’s a bounty hunter

Bounty Hunter: Ain’t you smart, kid's got it all figured out

Droid: You’re in trouble now

Hunter: Who hired you?

Bounty Hunter: Son, that's confidential information. Now hand her over.

Hunter: She’s with us, she’s not going anywhere

Bounty Hunter: That’s unfortunate, for you.

Next thing, I know, I've woken up to Wrecker, asking where Omega is. He’s freaking out. Tech is wondering what happened. They’re trying to get me to the ship. There’s a pain in my chest, that’s making it difficult for me to breathe. Don’t you see, I failed her! I’m just like all those other clones that were bested by him. I wasn’t … I wasn’t good enough. I wasn’t … I wasn’t strong enough. I … I failed her cyare. S-she was like a daughter to me, and I … I couldn’t … I couldn’t protect her.” Hunter’s tears were clearly seen through the holo, I wanted nothing more than to be by his side, reach out and wipe the tears.

“Babe, look at me”

His head was in his hands, as he shook his head.

“Look at me, right now”

Hunter dropped his hands and looked me in the eye.

“This guy, this bounty hunter, he may have been faster than you. But that’s because he’s probably had numerous of these duels, or at the least has been doing this for a ridiculously long time. Not to mention, you did survive a ridiculous assault from the Empire. It’s not your fault love. It’s the Empire’s fault. It’s this universe’s fault. It’s the fault of the Kaminoans who put a stupid chip in every clone, that made them turn against the Jedi. It’s not your fault. You did your best to save her, and protect her. We’re going to get her back.”

“How? We don’t even know where he took her.”

“Maybe we can get help, we can figure all this out. We just have to breathe. We’re going to get her back. We’re going to get your daughter back. Our … daughter back, Hunter.”

Hunter let out a sigh, “You know cyar’ika, I didn’t think it possible to love you anymore than I do right now”

“I love you too”

- - - - - - - -

“So… that’s the Medic?”

“Phoenix…”

“What? I’m just asking a question ner riduur”

“Mmhmm”

I looked over to Echo and mouth a ‘no’, he looked at me and mouthed ‘no’ back. I shrugged.

“How are we going to find Omega?” Wrecker asked

“I have an idea on that front”

“What do you got, Phoenix?” asked Crosshair from the comm

“I have some bounty hunter contacts, I think I know who it could be that took Omega, but I got make a few calls”

“Like you need the bunk room, kind of calls?” Asked Fives

“No, vod. Not that kind of call. A regular good old fashioned comm call”

“Alright, well we’re almost at the rendezvous point, we’ll comm you guys when we land” Crosshair offered

“Welcome back Crosshair” Wrecker said

“Good to be back”

Crosshair was gone in an instant, “Excuse me, riduur”, I leaned over Echo, and pressed the numbers for a comm link, “You know we still haven’t had our break” Echo whispered in my ear, I couldn’t help but grin. “I think that’s going to have to wait, ner kar’ta.”

“Fine, but I say once everyone is safe, you and I take off somewhere no one will find us.”

I just looked at him, smirking.

“Whatcha guys talking about?” Fives asked

Echo rolled his eyes at his brother, I couldn’t help but laugh, “Huh, watcha talking about?” He asked, poking Echo in the shoulder, “How we should space you, Fives?” Echo answered.

“What?! What did I do?” He asked hurt

“Okay boys, find your happy places” Tech said

Echo simply looked at me, wiggling his eyebrows. I stood straighter, hiding the blush creeping up my face.

“Your face is getting red, Ghost” Tech noticed

“Yes, thank you Tech”

“Why is your face getting red?” He inquired

“How are you this smart, and this stupid?” Fives asked

“Fives!” I shouted “Be nice, and apologize, that was rude!”

“Ha, I like you” Wrecker said, “You know how to control these di’kut”

“Wrecker, don’t make me force you to apologize too”

“Ow!” Fives screamed, I turned to face Fives, “What happened?”

“Tech flicked me” he answered

“He deserved it” Tech defended

“Don’t make me get the get-along shirt, and force you guys to get in it.”

“Get a ‘what shirt’?” Tech asked

“It’s a big shirt, that the two of you have to wear until you get along” explained Echo

“Uh … hello?” Came Sugi’s voice

“Hi Sugi”

“Gorgeous! How are you?”

“Ki ca?” (Who that?)

“It’s Gorgeous, Embo”

“Ah, Gorgeous! Bungour.” (Hello)

“Hi Embo, nice to see you”

“Vus volez êtr ma feme?” (Want to be my wife?)

“Ha, thanks Embo, but I’m married.” I held my ring finger up to show him I noticed Echo’s hand tightening on the controls, “Besides, aren’t you with Sugi?”

“Ne fat pasde mal demande”(Doesn’t hurt ask)

I simply shake my head, “Maybe you guys can help us, my friend’s daughter was kidnapped, I’m very fond of her, she's like a niece to me.”

“Gorgeous, I’m so sorry to hear that, how can we help?” Sugi asked

“Well, you guys know a lot of bounty hunters, if I describe the guy do you think you might know who he is?”

“Neput pas fair dema” (Can’t hurt)

“My friend said he was a Duros, blue skin, had a deep voice, wore a ridiculous hat”

“Wait… you said hat?” Sugi asked

“Yeah”

“Did he have tubes coming out of his face?”

“Yeah”

“It could be Cad Bane”

“Cela pourat êtrun problèm” (This could be a problem)

“Why is it a problem?”

“Gorgeous …”

“What? Tell me.”

“Il des meileur” (He’s the best)

“Kriff! How good?”

“Let’s say he takes on extremely difficult jobs. The ones that no one in their right mind would take.”

“Ki est ton ami?” (Who’s your friend?)

“I can’t say. Do you know where we can find him? Or if we can intercept him?”

“Well usually … “

“Attende” (Wait)

“What is it, Embo?”

“Il est la” (He’s here)

“Where?”

“Jabba’s Palace” Sugi answered

“Keep him there. We’ll be there as soon as we can.”

“What’s in it for us if we do?” Sugi asked

“I’ll owe you one?”

“Et moi?” (What about me?)

“I’ll owe you one too”

“How about I owe him one.” Echo answered

“Ki ca?” (Who that?)

“My husband”

“Ha, jalux?” (Jealous?)

“Anyways, keep him busy, and we’ll both owe you guys.”

“Not a problem, Gorgeous.”

“Thanks you guys, see you in a few”

The comm ended, “How is that you stayed single all this time?” Fives asked

I looked at him, “Fives…”

“What, I’m serious, the amount of people that hit on you, while you were working the cantina, even before you left the GAR” I looked over to Echo, his knuckles were white, I could see the veins on his hand.

“Echo, my dear, you need to relax”

“I’m changing our heading to Tatooine, I’ve relayed the message to Crosshair” Tech interrupted.

“I’m going to go tell Hunter” I looked over to Fives and mouthed ‘behave’, he just gave me a smirk. I leaned over to Echo and whispered, “Ignore Fives. You’re the only one for me”, I kissed him on his cheek. His grip on the control loosened, and he let out a sigh, “I know, I just …”

“I know, Echo. It’s okay” I kissed him once more on the cheek.

I turned to walk out, and glared at Fives again, mouthing ‘Seriously, behave’. Fives raised his hands in surrender.

- - - - - - - -

“Hunter” I called knocking on the bunk door.

“Come in”

I walked in, the call with Kambe long ended, his hands holding his head, I could tell he was crying, “You ok?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, what do you want?”

“We found Cad Bane”

“Who?”

“The bounty hunter who took Omega”

He shot straight up, his eyes were full of anger and hatred, “Where?”

“Tatooine”

“How?” His anger was building, I could see his fists were clenched by his side, he looked ready to strike.

“I have some friends that know him, we were talking when he walked into the Palace”

“Who’s Palace?”

“Jabba’s”

“Do you think he’s the one who wants Omega?”

“No. More likely, it’s a layover till he meets his contact.”

He didn’t say anything, I could feel his rage boiling over, “Hunter…”

“What!” I raised my hands and backed away. I just looked down at the ground and turned to walk away.

“Wait!” Hunter called, I stopped and turned, “I’m sorry, it’s just …”

“I know”

“How could you?”

I let out a sigh, “Have a seat” I motioned to the bunk behind him, “Echo didn’t tell you how we met, did he?”

Hunter shook his head, “It was just after he joined the 501st …

- - - - - - - -

“I can’t wait to get out there, do Hevy proud” Fives said

“I think he would be proud of us, no matter what we did” Echo responded

“Of course, you would believe that”

“Men!”

“Captain Rex, Sir!” They both stood and saluted the Captain, I stood behind the Captain of the 501st, looking at these two fresh faces. Fives glanced over to me, and did a quick once over, I couldn’t help but smirk, cheeky bastard. Echo gave me a side look, but kept his eyes on the Captain.

“At ease boys, I have a special mission for the both of you. This is Agent Halcyon, she has been tasked with a special mission and needs two good men to go with her. I am trusting that you both will be good soldiers and show Agent Halcyon what it means to be part of the 501st!”

“Sir, yes Sir!” They both echoed.

“Agent Halcyon” he stretched out his hand and shook mine

“Captain Rex, always a pleasure” I winked at him, he smirked and walked away.

“Alright guys, relax.”

“Thank you, Agent Halcyon” chimed Echo

“First, it’s just Halcyon, don’t use titles. What are your boys' names?”

“I’m Fives, that’s Echo. I’m the one whose name you'll never forget to scream out.” Fives winked, Echo rolled his eyes at his brother.

“Oh really?” I stepped up to Fives, my face an inch from his, he took a noticeable swallow, “Tell me Fives, exactly how will I not forget you?”

“Um… I …”

“Listen here trooper! You think you’re the first one who’s tried to get into my pants?”

“Uh…”

“Better man than you have tried, and do you know how many have succeeded?”

“Um…”

“None. So take your ego, your misogyny, your desire to try to accumulate notches on your belt, and shove it! Is that understood?”

“Yes, ma’am”

“Good!” I stepped back, “Now that we have that straightened out, you both are going to follow me. First we need to get you guys some civilian clothing, secondly I need to go over the mission with the both of you. Now unless Echo here has any comment he would like to make?”

“No, ma’am”

“Oh one more thing, stop calling me ma’am. It’s Halcyon.”

- - - - - - - - - -

“Is the plan clear?”

“I don’t understand, why are they trying to kidnap Senator Orn Free Taa’s daughter?” Echo asked

“He has the deciding vote on a bill in the senate, it’s not unusual for Senators and their families to be threatened. Problem is we don’t know who exactly is threatening him, whether it’s the opposition of the bill, the separatist, or someone who has a personal vendetta against him. It’s no secret that not all his people are happy he’s their representative.”

“Do we have to guard her in her house? Wouldn’t it be better if we take her from there?” Fives asked

“Normally, I would say yes. For me, I personally would rather keep her out of public view, but unfortunately that’s not possible.”

“Why’s that?” Inquired Echo

“She’s pregnant. The stress of the constant danger of being on the move, could endanger the baby. So while you guys maintain eyes on the perimeter I’ll be her personal bodyguard.”

“No offence Halcyon, but you’re just one person.”

“With you two, that makes three. I think the odds are in our favour. Plus, you don’t get to be the best, by being weak” I smirked at Fives, “If you guys want, we can spar a few rounds before we land on Ryloth, and I can prove how good I am.”

“Not necessary, Halcyon, Fives’ just an idiot.”

“Ha, spoken like a true brother. Let me guess, you guys are batchmates.”

“Yeah we are” Fives answered, “How did you know?”

“When you're around enough clones, you can tell. Alright you two, get all the equipment you need, once we leave the Resolute, we’ll be on our own. I’d rather you guys take more than what we need, and have too much, then not enough. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am” they both saluted. I just shook my head, “Sorry, Halcyon.”

“That’s okay, meet me at the ship at 0630”

- - - - - - - -

“Madam Oofatfeli” I bowed before Senator Orn Free Taa’s daughter.

“Halcyon, it’s been too long,” she stepped forward and hugged me. Oofatfeli was one of the most beautiful women, her skin was an iridescent blue, it was a very rare and special Twi’lek colour. Her husband passed away during Ryloth’s occupation, leaving her a widow and a child to raise on her own.

“You’re positively glowing”

“Oh! Feel! The baby just kicked. Kid’s going to be just as strong as Mirtilo was.”

I placed my hand on her bump, as she guided me to where the child was kicking, I couldn’t help the smile that appeared on my face. “Mirtilo would have been such a proud father. I have no doubt about that.”

Fives and Echo seemed uncomfortable, quietly I asked “Oofatfeli, would you mind if they…” I motioned my head to them. She smiled that radiating beautiful smile, “Not at all” she whispered back.

“Fives, Echo, come here”

They stepped closer, I guided their hands to where the baby had been kicking, “I don’t understand” Echo said.

“Just wait” Oofatfeli answered, and just like that, the baby started kicking again.

“What was that?” Fives asked confused

“That’s the baby, it’s kicking” I answered

“That … that’s the baby?” Fives was mesmerized, “I never …”

“It’s amazing! Right? To know that life has been created, and being cared for, by an amazingly, devoted mother.”

“See this is why you and I are friends, Halcyon. You offer up praises like their nothing.”

“Hey if I’m the aunt and godmother of this child, trust me, I’ll offer up all the praises I can muster” I chuckled, “Alright boys, enough lollygagging, time to get to work. I want every exit checked, examine the perimeter and tell me what areas, we’re vulnerable. I want a backup hiding place. I want a handful of weapons and explosives stored in the two hiding places. I also want some explosives armed in the areas we won’t be able to cover. Nothing too damaging, just enough to knock a perpetrator out. Finally I want weapons hidden throughout the house, under tables, couches, maybe in some of the cabinets. I want to fortify our last resort position. If we need to hold them off, I want to know we can do it until backup arrives. Understood?”

“Yes, Halcyon” answered Echo

“Great. Any questions?”

“Just one?”

“What is it, Echo?”

“Can I feel the baby kick one more time?” I just looked at this man, this handsome man, so different from his brother, and at that moment he captured my heart. He was so sweet, tender and caring, a soldier through and through, but went weak in the knees for a baby.

“Ha, sure, give me your hand Echo” Oofatfeli said, after a few moments, Echo’s smile radiated pure joy. I couldn’t hide the smirk on my face, or the adoration in my eyes watching him, he glanced over to me, and smiled sweetly. A blush started to form on his face.

“Ahem!” Fives cleared his throat

“Right, time to go” Echo said

Both boys left, “So… Echo?” Oofatfeli quirked an eyebrow at me.

“What about him?” I asked while grabbing my bag and beginning to set up my equipment, my trusty DC-15LE rifle, nicknamed Peacekeeper, it was an inside joke with myself, how far I went from being a Jedi Knight, an actual keeper of the peace. She was my partner in crime.

“You know what? I saw that look between you two.”

“He was being sweet with the baby, that’s the only look you saw.”

The rifle now strapped to my back, I began placing all my other DC-17 hand blasters, in strategic easy to grab locations. “Yeah, but that’s not what I felt” Oofatfeli continued following me around.

“There was nothing to feel”

“Come on, just because you may have trained as a Jedi, doesn’t mean you can’t connect with someone. It might even be good for you.”

“Oofatfeli, I love you like a sister, but you are way off base. There is nothing between Echo and me, especially since I just met him, what, a few days, like three days ago.”

“When Mirtilo and I first met, in the span of an hour we knew we were meant to be.”

“That’s different”

“How is that different?”

“You look like you, and I …” I motioned to my whole body, I let out a sigh, “… I’m not the kind of girl, guys go for. A one-night stand, sure they’re quick to try to get in my pants, but a relationship…” I shook my head.

“Is that why you still haven’t been with anyone? You want a relationship and not a one-night stand?”

“I don’t know what I want, and until I do, it’s better if I’m alone.”

“Maybe you need to stop listening with your head, and listen to your heart. Cause from what I saw, there was more there in that look, then just a one-night stand.”

“Alright, we’re done with this conversation.”

“Ha, that’s what you think. But we can be done for now. I need to use the fresher, I swear this kid thinks my bladder is a bouncy ball.”

I laughed, “Halcyon” came Echo’s voice, “Yes, Echo?”

“The perimeter is secure, we’re coming back in.”

“Okay.” I turned to put away my bag, when I heard, “Dude you got it bad for her” came Fives voice.

“No, I don’t.”

“Listen, I don’t blame you, she’s hot.”

“We all know what you think of her”

“Did I come across a bit too aggressive? Maybe. Do I regret it? Not at all.”

“You're impossible.”

“Just admit, you like her.”

“Fives, shut up!”

“Hey I wasn’t imagining the look you gave her, or that smile vod.”

“I … uh…”

“You do like her!”

“Fives, she’s going to hear you?”

“She already has” I answered, “Next time, make sure to turn off your comm.”

I heard a beep and that was the end of that conversation.

- - - - - - -

Oofatfeli was sleeping in her room, the two boys were resting in the guest room, while I kept watch. I noticed a shadow on the floor, walking along the roof. I chimed the boys, and walked to Oofatfeli’s room.

Fives and Echo emerged in no time, “What’s the problem?” Fives asked.

“There’s someone on the roof. You two guard Oofatfeli, I’m gonna wake her up, I want you both to take her to room A, while I check it out.”

“Halcyon…”

“This isn’t up for discussion, Echo. You guys are here as the last line of defence if I fail, get it!”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

I opened the door quietly, thank goodness we made sure to cover the windows with a heavy curtain. I nudged her awake. I put my finger to my lips, and escorted her into the hallways, into Fives and Echos waiting arms, “Go with them.” She looked scared, “Sis?” Her eyes were wide and kept darting everywhere,

“Hey, look at me. I’m not going to let anything happen to you, okay? I’m going to take care of it. Fives and Echo are the best, they’ll protect you, okay.”

She simply nodded, I motioned with my head for Fives and Echo to take her to the room. Once I knew they were locked and secure, I went to the window to see if I could see where the shadow was, it was just on the roof, closest to the east window. I climbed up the ladder to the attic, when I heard a shift on the roof, they headed towards Oofatfeli’s room. I climbed back down the ladder quietly, and heard them walking along the wall of the house. I waited in her room, with my DC-17 blaster in hand. I closed my eyes, allowing the force to calm me, steadying my hand.

I heard a slight scrape on the window, and then a hand pushed aside the curtain. I grabbed the hand, dragging the person through the window, glass erupting everywhere and flung them in the room, throwing them against the wall. I stunned the man lying on the ground looking at me, he was out in a matter of seconds. I looked outside to see another shadow, however knowing the jig was up, they ran to the south side of the house. I didn’t hesitate and exited the house, through the kitchen door on the west, I heard the perpetrator land on the gravel outside the house, and ran after them, within seconds, they were in front of me. I hurled myself at their feet, knocking them down.

I stood grabbing Peacekeeper off my back, and aimed my rifle at the man’s head while he laid on the ground, “Go ahead, make a move”. The man before me raised his hand. “On your knees” once he was kneeling before me, I threw the cuffs I had in my back pocket at him.

Cuffed, I brought him back to the house. I had him sit in the dining room, tying him to the chair, separating his hands and tying each arm to the arm of the chair. I then tied his legs to the leg chair. Once I knew he was secure, I walked back to Oofatfeli’s room and dragged the man over to the dining room, tying him up the same way. I double checked all their pockets, removing any weapons I could find.

“Fives, Echo?” I yelled.

I heard Fives yell back, “We clear?”

“So far, I only found these two”, I answered, hearing Fives coming up behind me in the dining room. He looked from me to the two men sitting before me. One unconscious and the other tied and gagged.

“Okay, so I’m never getting on your bad side”

I laughed, “Glad to hear it.”

I stepped up beside him, keeping my voice low, “Take Oofatfeli to the guest room, there’s glass everywhere in her room, I also want you to call the Senator’s guard, find out how they let these two threw.”

Fives nodded and walked away.

“Now, you’re going to tell me who hired you and why you’re here.”

- - - - - - -

“I don’t understand?”

“It appears Mirtilo didn’t die in the occupation, as everyone thought.”

“No. He died. I know he died.”

“Did you see a body?”

“It was the occupation, people disappeared, we were lucky if we found a body.”

“Well, I have to go with what they told me.”

“Maybe he’s lying” offered Echo

“It’s possible, but he would have to be quite strong to resist my interrogations.”

“What does that mean?” Fives asked

“Not the time” I offered, “Oofatfeli, can you think of any reason why Mirtilo would be doing this?”

She shook her head, tears welling up. I looked at Fives and Echo, “Could you guys give us a minute?” They both nodded, I put my arms around her as she leaned into my shoulder crying, I rubbed soothing circles on her back, when I felt eyes watching us, I looked up to see Echo watching me. My heart was breaking for her, to know the man she loved was the one behind the threat on her life, I couldn’t help but have tears well up in my eyes. Echo looked into my eyes with determination, and closed the door. I don’t know why, I didn’t yell at him to leave, but that look of determination filled me with a sense of purpose. I wasn’t going to let Mirtilo hurt her, or the baby.

“Sweetie, do you think you can talk now? We’re alone.”

“I know why.”

“Why is he doing this?”

“He never agreed with my father’s political views, he believed Ryloth should be completely free, not belonging to any system. The bill on the floor is to increase the Republic’s presence on Ryloth, to make sure the Separatist do not come back. If Mirtilo was alive, he would have fought my father tooth and nail against the bill. Mirtilo was afraid the Republic could be corrupted and become a dictatorship, ruling with an iron fist over the people of Ryloth. But to go so far as to threaten me or our unborn child…” She raised herself and shook her head.

“Does he feel that your father would back down if something happened to either of you?”

“My father prides himself on his people and family. If he couldn’t protect his family, he would lose the support of the people on Ryloth, and with it his wealth and status.”

I nodded, “What do you want to do?”

Oofatfeli looked at me shocked, “What do you mean?”

“My dear, this is your husband. If you want to stay, I will defend you till my last dying breath, but that could mean the end of your husband’s life too. If you want to leave, we can go to Coruscant and bring the matter to your father fully, maybe get him to back off from the bill. At least that will guarantee the safety of you and your baby. But this is your life and your baby’s, I will not tell you what to do.”

She nodded, “I think we should stay. If I flee, I’m caving into his demands, he may be my husband, but he’s wrong. Every action he has taken has been the wrong one. Why did he hide from me? Why didn’t he return home? I will not cower from him.”

I nodded, she was right, I knew Mirtilo, regardless of his views, he would never harm them. There had to be another explanation.

“Okay, then, we’re going to reinforce everything. I want you to stay in Room A at night. That way it can be a stronger defence point. We won’t have to worry about getting to you to bring you to the safety of the room. I’m also going to get you to carry a blaster the entire time, in case we’re incapacitated. Finally, we’re going to get a midwife here, just in case you go into labour. I want you to think of one that you trust, that you know will defend you and protect the little one.”

Oofatfeli nodded, “For now though, my dear sister” I patted her shoulder, “I want you to get some rest, while I deal with those two men out there. Just lay back down. I’ll have Fives sit here with you, keeping watch, is that okay?”

“Yeah, but instead of Fives, can I have Echo”

I looked at her quizzically, “Sure, any specific reason?”

“I feel he’ll be calmer if something happens with the baby.”

I nodded, “Yeah, I think so too. Not a problem.” I helped her lay down on the bed, and approached Echo, who was standing outside the door.

“Are you okay Halcyon?”

I ran my hand over my face, “Honestly, Echo, I don’t know. Mirtilo was like a brother to me, when we thought we lost him, it … it was hard, you know.”

“Yeah, when we lost Hevy, Droidbait, and Cutup, it was … it’s still hard, I miss them.”

I nodded, “Listen, can you stay in the room with her?”

“Sure, but why me?”

“She thinks you’ll be calmer should something happen with the baby”

Echo nodded, “I don’t blame her” he chuckled, looking over at Fives.

“Thanks” I patted his upper arm, I was about to walk away, when Echo grabbed my hand, “Halcyon?”

I turned to look at him, “Yeah, Echo?”

“I’m sorry about earlier, the comm issue. It was unprofessional and disrespectful of you. I …” he looked to the floor, still holding my hand against his arm, “… I hope you can forgive me.”

“Echo, there’s nothing to forgive. If anything I’m the one who should be apologizing” Echo looked into my eyes, questioning, “I should have told you right away, that I could hear Fives asking you the question. But I guess…” I looked away, the blush rising, maker! I hate it when Oofatfeli’s right.

“You guess?” He stepped closer, moving my hand to hold in his left hand, while his right forefinger and thumb purchased on my chin, turning my head so he could look into my eyes, “I guess I just wanted to know the answer.”

Now he was the one blushing, “Oh!”

“Yeah” I leaned forward, he inched his face forward, less than a hair’s breadth away.

“Ahem!”

Realizing how close we were, the fact his hand was still holding my face, at some point my left hand rested on his right wrist, I don't remember when that happened, while our other hand was holding each other. I pulled back quite quickly, I don’t know what happened.

“Sorry” I muttered

“No.. it was my fault” Echo sighed.

“I have to…” I motioned towards the other way.

“Yeah, I need to …” Echo motioned to the guest room. We looked at each other one last time and walked away as quickly as our feet could carry us, with Fives standing there smirking, watching us move away from each other as fast as possible.

“Not interested, my ass!” I heard Fives mumble.

“Hey Halcyon”

“Yes, Fives” I answered as I made my way to the dining room, “I’m sure if you ask Echo out, he’ll say yes.”

“Not the time Fives”

“Ha, yeah right!”

“Did the Senator’s guards show up?”

“Yeah they did, they’re with the men in the dining room.”

- - - - - -

“Care to explain how these men breached your security?” I questioned the head guard, with my arms crossed under my chest.

“Agent, I apologize. I don’t know what happened.”

“Well let me tell you what is going to happen, from now on, I want double the guards, no, triple. I want ID checks on all the guards stationed. I want background checks done. No visitors in or out of this place.”

“Agent that’s not necessary”

“Oh really?” I questioned motioning to the two men tied to the chairs in the dining room.

“Point taken.”

“Finally, I want an investigative team to search for Mirtilo, I want an answer, a lead, or even a suggestion by the time the sun rises, in the next 6 hours. If I don’t have any of that, I will contact the Chancellor and the Senator myself, and we’ll see how things turn out for you.” I leaned forward, anger dripping from each word.

“Agent…”

“Did I stutter?”

The head guard didn’t answer, “Fives, did I stutter or make myself unclear in any way?”

“No, Agent. You were very clear.”

“Then I see no reason why you four men should be standing in front of me still, remove these men, arrest them and bring me a lead by the time the sun is up, or you will see a side of me, you wish never to see! Do I make myself clear!”

“Yes, Agent” the head guard seethed, “very clear”.

“Good. Get out of my face.”

The men untied the two intruders, and departed from the house. The house was quiet now, all the lights were on. I turned to face Fives.

“Fives”

“Yeah”

“I’m going to contact the Chancellor and the Senator now. I don’t trust that man.”

“I agree, there’s something off about him.”

“Can you contact Rex, while I’m talking to the Chancellor and see if he can lend us a few more men. I have a feeling this was a trial run.”

“Not a problem, I’ll do it right now.”

- - - - - -

“This is troubling Agent” the Chancellor’s concern was clearly evident.

“You really believe Mirtilo is alive?” Asked the Senator

“I don’t know, it could be they are using his name as a martyr for the cause. For him to try and endanger the life of his wife and unborn child, I can’t see him doing that, no matter his political view.”

“I agree” concurred the Senator

“Tell us what you need, Agent,” the Chancellor inquired.

“I would like some extra men, I have a feeling they’ll be back in stronger numbers. I also would like to request a Jedi to investigate this so-called rumour. I do not believe the Head Guard is to be trusted.”

“Very well, since the 501st are already aware of the situation, we will redeploy General Skywalker to you, along with a garrison of his men.”

“Thank you, Chancellor” I bowed before the man, “Senator, believe me when I say I will protect Oofatfeli till my dying breath.”

“I know my dear, I never doubted that.”

I bowed to both men, and ended the transmission.

“Rex said he’s getting his men together, and they’ll be here by the morning, they were on their way back from a mission.”

“Remind me to buy Rex a drink at 79’s when we’re back on Coruscant.”

“I think you’ll have to buy everyone a drink”

“That’s fine, my credits are good” I smirked

“And, I’m sure Echo, would be all too happy to have a drink with you” I looked at him trying to hide the blush creeping up, as my lips tried to hide the smile appearing.

“You’re the worst, you know that!”

“Hey, I want to see you two get together, is that so terrible?”

“Really, because not that long ago, you were trying to get into my pants.”

“Yeah, but you know that was all talk.”

“You’re like the brother I never wanted, you know that.”

Fives beamed from ear to ear, “You know what we call brothers and sisters in Mando’a?”

I shook my head ‘no’, “Vod, so vod’ika, I will be happy to be your vod.”

“What does that word mean, v-vod’ika?”

“Little sister”

“Ha, I think I’m older than you.”

“It’s the sentiment more than anything else”

“Alright, vod. I’m gonna check on Oofatfeli”

“Don’t you mean Echo?”

“Shut up!”

- - - - - - -

I opened the door slightly, to peer in, and noticed Echo had his blaster resting on his lap, his feet up on the other bed, his eyes closed. Oofatfeli rested peacefully, I came up and placed a hand on his shoulder, he startled himself awake, thankfully quiet enough that Oofatfeli didn’t hear. I motioned for him to follow me out.

I kept my voice low “We contacted the Chancellor and the Senator, they’re sending backup. General Skywalker and a garrison of your unit, will be coming to investigate and protect.”

“Do you think we’re in trouble?”

“I think Mirtilo is dead, and they’re using his name as a way to justify their actions. I think they don’t care about her or the baby, they just want to hurt the Senator.”

“You’re worried”

“Yeah I am. I don’t have family, they’re my family” I motioned my head to where Oofatfeli lay sleeping.

“Well you have us now too” Echo grabbed my hand, rubbing circles on the back.

“Ha, yeah, I sort of adopted Fives as my brother” I chuckled, holding his hand tighter.

“What about me?”

“What about you?” I asked looking into his eyes

He stepped forward, moving my hair off my face, “What am I to you?”

“I … um…” I moved closer, my free hand resting on his chest, “Echo, I’m not good at this… I’ve never … I haven’t felt this way before.”

“Neither have I” he leaned in and closed the distance, his kiss was sweet, just like him. His hand moved to the back of my neck pulling me in, deepening the kiss, while his other hand moved to my lower back pressing me flush against him. The kiss lasted for what felt like eons, in that moment we said everything we needed to say. We pulled back eventually when we needed to breathe again, his forehead resting against mine, “She’s your family, and I’ll protect her like she’s mine. We won’t let anything happen to them. I promise.”

“Echo, you can’t promise what the future hasn’t written”, I pulled back to look at him, “However, I appreciate the sentiment.” I smiled and pecked his lips.

“I could get use to this”

“Yeah, me too. Alright, we gotta focus. I have no doubt they'll be back tonight. I may have forced their hand.”

“What do you mean?”

“I told them if they didn’t provide me with answers in the morning I was going to call the Chancellor.”

“But you already called the Chancellor”

“Yeah, because I don’t trust them. Something’s going on. The 501st should be here in a matter of hours, if not sooner.”

“You’re amazing, mesh’la. I’ll follow you anywhere.”

“You’ll have to tell me later what that means. Get to your position, I’ll stay with her.”

He nodded and walked away, I knew at that moment he was my future, whatever may happen, he was it, for me.

- - - - - - -

I looked down at the ring on my finger, moving it back and forth. After everything Echo and I have been through, I had no doubt the Force brought us back together.

“What happened next?” Asked Hunter.

“Oh, right!”

- - - - - - - -

*Beep, beep* I pressed the button on my comm, “Fives, what is it?”

“We got movement.”

“Where?”

“South-west side of the house”

“How many?”

“Hard to say, maybe about 20”

“Kriff!”

“Language” came Oofatfeli’s sleepy voice, I looked up to see her sleepiness ebb, when she the look on my face, “They’re back aren’t they?”

I nodded, “Time to get you to Room A”

“What about the midwife?” She asked, rising from the bed, I held her hand and guided her to Room A, “No time for that now, I’m afraid. I have an idea.”

“Do either of you guys know how to deliver a baby?”

“Echo does” Fives answered

“It was basic med training.”

“Wait, you're a medic?” I asked

“No, but at least one trooper in each squad needed to know basic med until the medics arrived.”

“Okay, then you’re going to stay with Oofatfeli in Room A”

“Halcyon …”

“Echo, please! She’s my sister.”

“Alright, I’ll meet you at Room A”

The comm turned off, I made sure my comm was off as well.

“So… what did I miss?”

“Not the time”

“Come on? Humour me, get my mind off of what’s happening.”

“Fine, we kissed”

“Eeek!”

“You’re hopeless”

“Actually I’m hopeful.”

I rolled my eyes at her. Echo was waiting for us in the room by the time we showed up. We situated her on the cot in the room. I leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“Be careful, sis”

“I will, Oofatfeli” I placed my hand on her shoulder, she grasped it, as I pulled away.

“Look after her” I whispered to Echo

“I will” he grabbed my hand, “You better come back in one piece.”

“I promise, Echo. If they take a shot at me, they better aim true, or I’m coming for them.”

He chuckled, “My badass Agent”, he leaned and pecked my cheek, I cupped his cheek, and pecked his lips. I squeezed his hand once, and walked out. Echo locked the door behind me.

“Alright Fives, where are they? Echo, can you hear us?”

“Yup”

“Halcyon, they’re by the hedges, edge of the property.”

“Explosives ready?”

“Just say the word.”

I sat in the hallway upstairs, with the window that faced west, all the lights had remained off, after the Senator’s Guard left the house with the two men. I propped Peacekeeper against the windowsill, thankfully the moon wasn’t out, so there wouldn’t be any reflection. I looked through my scope.

“Alright Fives, on my count of four, ready?”

“Ready.”

I breathed out, steadying my breaths, “Four … three … two … one … now!”

The explosives went off, in the chaos, I took out six men all head shots, five of the men died in the explosives being thrown clear. Two of the men lost a limb and were unable to fight. Leaving seven for Fives and I to engage. I took down two more that came closer to the house. Fives was able to get two as well. Leaving three. I heard a window break on the opposite side of the house.

“Fives we got intruders on the East, you handle the remaining three on the West, and I’ll head to the east.”

“Copy”

I shouldered Peacekeeper and flew down the stairs to the dining room, where I heard the windows breaking. As I was heading down the stairs, I saw flashes of red bolts flying towards me, I grabbed my DC-17s and double barrelled it. I took down three of the intruders in a matter of seconds as I slid down the banister. I tucked and rolled once my feet hit the floor, taking out two more, when I righted up again.

I crouched down behind the dining table, hearing the three remaining men that had entered the house.

“Where is she?” The first assailant asked

“I don’t know” answered another

“Find her!”

I launched over the table shooting at two of the assailants in the opposite room. The leader took off heading to the kitchen, “Fives, I think the leader is heading back towards you”

“Copy”

I heard another window breaking this time upstairs, “Fives there are more intruders, they just broke the windows upstairs, I’m going back up.”

“Where the hell are they coming from?”

I heard a blaster shot coming from the kitchen, “Fives!”

“I’m good, the leader is down.”

“Guys, I think I got company”

“Coming, Echo. Hold on” I raced back up the stairs as fast as my legs could carry, but the blaster bolts raining down were preventing me from going up, I was pinned by the banister. Fives came up beside me, but he couldn’t get an angle either. I put away my blasters, “Halcyon, what do you think you’re doing!” I closed my eyes, raised my hands, sensing the five men on the upstairs banister, I heard shouting and screaming, but I couldn’t pay attention. I felt as my force grabbed each of those men around the throat, I squeezed and pulled them down over the banister. Each with a broken neck as they landed on the floor below.

Fives was shocked, “How… how …”

“Not now!” I grabbed my blasters and ran up the stairs, I turned the corner and the men had broken down the door. Echo was on his knees with a blaster to his head. Oofatfeli was being held by the Head Guard, a blaster pointed at her belly, tears were streaming down her face.

“Stop, Jedi!”

I raised my hands, “I’m no Jedi!”

“Yeah right, and anyone can just grab people invisibly, choke them and pull them over the banister.”

“I’m not here to talk about what I am or not, let them go.”

“No! We need to make a point. The Republic doesn’t belong on Ryloth. Ryloth deserves to be free!”

“I agree” Oofatfeli’s face was shocked, Echo, didn’t know what to make of it. Fives was stuttering behind me.

“You do?” The Head Guard asked.

“I do” I put my blasters in my holder

“This is some sort of Jedi trick!”

“Ugh! For the last time I’m no Jedi.” Returning my hands back to a surrender position.

“Then what are you?”

“We’re not talking about me, we’re talking about the people of Ryloth and what's best for them, and you seem to think you know what’s best for them?”

“I do… we do” he motioned to the other two men remaining, the one holding Echo at gunpoint, and the third one pointing his gun at Fives.

“So you want to free Ryloth, want to have the Republic leave?”

“Yes!”

“Then what?”

“Then Ryloth would be free”

“Yes but then what? You say Ryloth would be free, but then … what? What would happen if the Separatist came back to occupy Ryloth?”

“We would fight them off”

“Really like you did when they first occupied Ryloth? How did that work out for you?”

I could see in the other two men’s eyes their doubt beginning to form, I could also sense it through the force.

“What do you know about it?”

“I was here. I fought on the front lines alongside Mirtilo. We spent many nights around the campfire as soldiers talking about a free Ryloth, but you know what else we talked about?”

“What?”

“How without the Republic, Ryloth would truly be lost. We barely held the front lines for weeks and months, but without the constant relief supplies from the Republic, from Alderaan, we wouldn’t have survived. By the way, where were you during the occupation?”

“What?!”

I took a step forward, as I sensed the other two men’s doubt growing even more.

“Where were you? I met all the Twi’leks who were fighting during the occupation, many of them respected me for being one of the few GAR Agents who stood beside them, fighting for supplies and relief. Do you know what they called me? What Mirtilo called me?”

“What?”

“Halcyon.”

“Your Halcyon” the man who had his gun pointed at Fives said.

“Yes, I’m Halcyon. You’ve heard of me?”

“Every Twi’lek has heard of you, you never gave up, you fought beside our leaders day in, day out. Oftentimes giving up your food and sleep to those who needed it more. You saved my sister, when she was pinned down by droids.”

“What’s your sister’s name?”

“Don’t tell her!” Yelled the Guard.

“Aola, Aola’kopi”

“I remember her. She’s a very brave girl. Is that why you joined this man? To honour your sister?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think you’re honouring her now? Holding a pregnant woman hostage, the life of her unborn child in the balance?”

The man lowered his weapon, dropping it on the floor.

“What are you doing?!” The man holding Oofatfeli screamed.

“The right thing. For my sister.”

He kneeled on the ground, hands behind his head. Fives raised his gun to hold the man captive.

“What about you? Do you think you’re doing the right thing?”

“I … I …”

Echo didn’t let him finish; he grabbed his arm and flipped him over, pinning him to the ground with the man’s own blaster.

“Looks like it’s just you and me, now” I took another step towards the Head Guard holding my sister.

“Freeze, or I’ll shoot”

“You’ve seen what I can do with the Force, do you really want to test my patience?”

“No, Ryloth needs to be free!”

“I agree. Free from tyranny, free from terrorists, free from a war that plagues the universe. However, these are trying times, do you really think your lives will be better, right now during a war?”

“It’s not fair!”

“No, it’s not. Now…” I closed my eyes taking a deep breath, I focused on the man, the anger boiling over, he still held her, I noticed how the grip he had on her throat tightened, she was struggling, I had to act or the baby could be hurt, “Let. Her. Go.”

He took another step down the hallway, I took a step forward, Fives close behind me. “I won’t repeat myself again. Considering that’s my sister, I’ve been extremely patient. Let. Her. Go.”

I moved till I was directly in front of him, he loosened his grip on her, Oofatfeli, didn’t wait she ran straight into my arms. I held her for a second before the blaster went off.

- - - - - - -

“She didn’t wait for me to disarm the man, she felt the grip loosen and she just went for it. I tried to scream to tell her to wait, but she took off before I had a chance to tell her no. He saw it as his only way out to inflict pain on the Senator, on the Republic. I held her in my arms, as I watched the life flow out of her. The baby didn’t survive either, despite my best efforts. I lost my family that day. I failed them. Despite everything, my connection to the force, my training, I wasn’t good enough, fast enough, or strong enough. The only remaining survivors of the terrorist cell were the two that gave themselves up. But in the end it didn’t matter. I lost my sister and the baby. Having to face the Senator was one of the hardest things I had to do.”

Hunter looked at me with a new understanding, “I’m so sorry, Phoenix”

I nodded, wiping a tear, “I know what it’s like to fail, to feel like you weren’t enough, that if you did one thing different, the whole outcome would have changed. I keep thinking what if I just pushed him with the force, what if I choked him with the force, what if we didn’t stay in that house and left without giving her an option. However, it doesn’t matter about the what-ifs.”

“Why not?”

“Can’t change the past. No matter how much we wish things could have been different, wishing doesn’t make it so. We have to face our actions, and do better.”

Hunter nodded.

“Hunter, what happened wasn’t your fault. You did everything you could. You protected Omega to the best of your ability, Cad Bane is the best bounty hunter ever. Do you realize he only takes the jobs no one in their right mind would touch with a ten foot pole? Do you understand, you walked away from a duel with the best in the universe! That’s nothing to scoff at. I watched the recording from your HUD, you were 0.1 seconds slower then him. That’s all the difference. 0.1 second. That’s incredible! We know where he is. We’re going to get Omega back. I’m not letting another niece slip through my fingers.”

“Oofatfeli, was going to have a daughter?”

I nodded looking at the ground, “Yeah, she was going to name her after me”

“Halcyon?”

“No, my real name. Tala, Tala Ilian. She was going to call her Tala”

“That’s a beautiful name”

“Hence, why I don’t go by it anymore, it only reminds me of what I lost.”

*Knock, knock*

Hunter and I both wiped our eyes, “Come in” answered Hunter.

Fives walks in, noticing our faces, but not saying anything “We’ll be landing on Tatooine soon”

“Thanks, Fives”

I get up to head to the door, I nod to Hunter, an understanding passing between us that many could never understand. In that moment, he reacted with all the emotion that had been building, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into a hug. A tight brotherly hug, “Thanks Phoenix. It means a lot”

I pat his back returning the strength of his hug as much as possible “You’re welcome, Hunter.”

I pulled back, once his arms loosened and his hands rested on my arms, giving him a sisterly smile, “Come on, vod. Wouldn’t want your medic to think something’s going on or my husband for that matter.”

Hunter chuckled nodding in agreement, “Or your ori’vod” added Fives.

I looked at him and rolled my eyes, “I regret ever adopting you, you know that” I answered as I walked by him, “Too late, there are no refunds or returns on this purchase” he motions to his whole body.

I walk up beside Echo, placing my hands on his shoulder, I lean forward and kiss his cheek, “I love you” I whisper in his ear. He turns his head and pecks me on the lips, “Love you too, rid’ika.”

“Alright, Tatooine in five … four … three … two … one” Tech’s voice echoes through the cockpit, tension rising not knowing what we could possibly be facing.

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sunflowersteves · 4 years

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52 I thought I almost lost you, ummm alpha steve and omega reader?

author’s note || pls bear with me, I’ve never done (nor do I really read) A/B/O before so I’m hella sorry if it’s bad. Also, I’m assuming you want smutty because it’s A/B/O?? ah sorry, I’m nervous because I’ve never done it!! I really hope you like it🥺🥺

psa || I know this has the ‘marking’ thing in it, however, I don’t describe what the skin looks like when Steve marks it!!

prompt || “I thought I almost lost you.”

warnings || a/b/o, smutty as hell, vaginal sex, swearing, soft!alpha!steve

You cringed as you heard the door slam, making the whole house vibrate. You could hear Steve’s large booming steps on the hardwood floor. You sigh and start up the paperwork you were doing before he got home.

The two of you had just gotten back from a mission, a tough one at that. You had jumped in front of Steve when multiple guns were being shot at him. You had taken a bullet to the top of your shoulder, it had almost missed. There was blood seeping through your suit and you immediately hit the ground, yelling in agony. You don’t really remember what happened after that, but Natasha had informed you that Steve had gone into a pretty hefty rage.

After you got back to the tower, you were given painkillers and bed rest for the next week. Steve, on the other hand, hadn’t spoken to you one bit. He didn’t speak to you on the quinjet, in the infirmary, and even when he left the tower. You assumed he had just been wandering around Brooklyn and trying to cool himself down. However, it seemed he failed at that.

So here you were, almost 3 AM, and just finishing up paperwork before a livid Steve to burst through your apartment door. He was very loud; he would curse and rummage about, making as much noise as it seemed possible. He took off his boots halfway to the couch and took large breaths to keep his cool.

He couldn’t get that vision out of his head. It was like your blood was still on him, fresh and thick as it splat onto his skin. You scared the living fuck out of him, considering that he would be utterly devastated, rotted to the core if you had died in his arms. He just got so angry at the fact that you would risk your life for his.

He knew he would do the exact same in that situation but for some reason he just couldn’t get your death out of his head. He can’t afford to lose the one thing keeping him grounded and loved and happy.

You peak yourself out from your studies, watching as a tear rolled down Steve’s cheek. Your heart dropped into your stomach at the sight, wanting to so badly comfort him. You ever so slowly walk over to him, and placed a hand on his shoulder.

That’s when he spoke up. “I thought I almost lost you.”

The defining silence told you everything, especially when he stared at you with sad orbs. You still sat next to him, watching as his tears continued to roll down his cheeks. “I can’t get that out of my head. All I can see is you in my arms stained with blood and I-”

You shushed him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You pressed a small kiss to his temple, closing your eyes at his loud sobs. “I mean I- how can you be so reckless? How can you just risk your life like that? We’re in this relationship together!”

Your soothing movements stopped and you unwrapped your hand from his shoulder. How the hell was he going to talk to you like that when he’s the one that was making everything difficult?

What relationship was he referring to because it seemed like you were the only one trying to get to that point. You exhausted yourself it seemed like at every turn. You wanted to be more than just ‘this is my friend, y/n.’ You wanted more than to hide behind walls and closed doors.

Steve had made that quite clear with long nights under the stars, kissing feverishly that this wasn’t a one time thing. However, Steve has still yet to mark you, to make you his forever.

“That’s juicy coming from you.” A full frown pulled at his lips. The venom that was laced between your lips made his heart pang. He was beyond confused and wanted an explanation, but his response seemed to fuel you even more.

“What?”

You shook your head, now moved a couple of spaces away on the couch. “Look, Steve, I don’t know what you think this is,” You gestured your fingers between the two of you. “But if you think that it’s okay to ignore me like a child when all you think of me as a fling then you’ve got the wrong idea.”

Steve moved his head back in surprise, slightly widening his eyes. He had no idea you thought that. He assumed that you two were in it for the long haul. “You think this is a fling?”

You just roll your eyes as his expression turned cold. “I don’t, Steve. You do.”

Now, he was beyond confused, especially since he had not once thought of you as a fling or just someone to fuck around with. He thought of you as the light at the end of the tunnel.

“I don’t at all, baby-”

A sudden force of anger surged through you and you scoffed. He was the one that always left in the evenings. He was the one who wouldn’t take you anywhere. He was the one who caused you all this pain.

You were now standing, your body towering over his sitting one. “You haven’t marked me! We’ve been together for months, Steve! Every time I try, you just leave me feeling unwanted!” His expression turns into an acknowledged one, understanding how he made you feel. He didn’t mean to, he just wanted to do it on your terms but instead, he thought your advances weren’t ever sexual making you feel unwanted.

“Oh, little love.” He came up to reach your cheeks and squished them slightly with his fingers. You tried to hover away from him, but it was no use.

“I didn’t want to pressure you, sweet baby. When you told me about your last alpha and how he treated you, I wanted to make sure we did it when you wanted. I’m so sorry for making you feel that way.”

A sigh escaped his lips as he pulled you into his lap, resting his hands around your stomach. His nose pressed up against your neck, leaving soft fluttering kisses. “I’m sorry, baby. Can I show you? Can I show you just how much I love you?”

You nodded and leaned into him, anger completely fading away with each kiss. He then had a tiny smirk on his face before latching his teeth into your skin.

You felt yourself gasp, gripping his forearms that were wrapped around you. His lips were soft on your skin, wetting the area wholly. Your scent had skyrocketed, arousal already dripping out of your cunt.

Steve growled, his senses only rising at your pure smell. You were squirming underneath him, not familiar with the touching love from an alpha. It was intoxicating and addicting, his scent masked of oak and mint which all the more made your mouth water with desire.

“You smell so sweet, little love.” A whimper fell on your lips at the pull of your skin on his teeth. He nibbled on the sensitive skin, watching as you writhed with pleasure from just his lips attached to your neck. You couldn’t get enough of the man; you wanted him so badly it burned.

“You want me to mark you, sweet love? I’ll mark you with my knot.” You sigh in despair as his lips left you bare. He lifted you and turned you around so you were facing him.

He took out his already hard cock, pumping it slowly. You whined, watching as a breath of chuckles left him at your impatience. “Fuck,” he whimpered slightly at the feeling of your throbbing heat being exposed underneath your skirt.

He rubbed himself back and forth on the entrance of your slick, a tight moan sent your way. Your toes curl at the sensation of him plunging into you. “please, steve, p-please.”

He made you sink all the way and you could feel the bulging veins that prominently stood out on his member. “Fuck, y/n.”

All you could do was moan as he made a steady pace, his fingers dipping into your waist. You were bouncing up and down his large member, mewling as he sat up to attach his lips to your neck again. Both of your scents intertwined together, the love and passion of it all creating your bond.

“Steve!” His hand moves up to your cheek, cupping it gently. He watched as you bounced up and down on his cock. Your slick had now spread onto his thighs, your scent flowing up into his nose and he almost came undone there.

He felt himself latching onto your beloved cunt watching you take is cock perfectly. Of course he had many dreams about this moment. He would rub up. and down his cock, wishing it was you. However, he hadn’t imagined this much ecstasy and desire. He wished his cock could never leave you, filling you whole at all times.

“That’s it, y/n.” He fucked you, again and again, watching as high pitched yelps echoed across the room. You couldn’t take much more. It was all getting too much; the sound of skin slapping, his sweet sensations he dug into your neck, and his cock fucking you raw. Your head flew back, screaming and shaking uncontrollably. Your legs trembled around his thighs and he groaned, feeling close himself.

“Steve, Steve, Steve!”

He moans. “Little love, you take my cock so well.”

He fucked you good and went beyond your orgasm, keeping his word about knotting you. Watching you come undone was the single hottest thing he had ever seen.

Eyes blew wide he watched as you screamed his name in pure lust and love. He had you completely latched, shoving his load deep within your sensitive cunt. You whimpered a bit, Steve was still pumping in and out of you, slowly.

“Fuck, y/n.” You giggled as you wiped your Steve scented slick and brought it to your lips, licking the salty white substance. Steve groaned, his hand that was cupping your cheek was now tracing the features on your face.

You got up to go clean up the two of you before Steve grabbed your hips and pulled you back down with him. “I’m not done making my mark on you, little love.”

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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v e l o c i t y - chapter vii

The one where John’s your true mate, but he doesn’t want you to be his.

In a universe where fate grants you a new mate whenever you lose yours, John has lived quite comfortably for many years with the knowledge that he was alone after Mary. That all comes crumbling down the second that he meets you. How could the universe choose someone so young to be his omega?

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John’s P.O.V.

I groaned as a new wave of warmth took over my body, prompting me to get rid of my shirt and undershirt. Fucking rut. It’d been years since it was this bad, but I guess the existence of a new mate had my body struggling to control itself.

Just the thought of her had me reaching out for the back of a chair in an effort to keep myself up. I was hardening inside the jeans I was wearing, and she wasn’t even near to justify this reaction. The boys had convinced her to join them for some drinks at the bar, and if I was feeling at least a little better, I’d be with them, making sure she wouldn’t just end up in the claws of some random Alpha… even if it was stupidly egoistic of me.

I knew she had every right to search for what I wasn’t willing to give her, but I still struggled to accept it on a biological level. My instincts were constantly calling out to her, wanting to bend her body over the nearest surface and just take…

… what I didn’t have any right to own. God, this was awful. I was being awful, and I knew it. But still, especially right now, with my alpha impulses threatening to take over me, all I wanted was her. More than desire, I needed her. And as that urgency became more pressing, I found myself reaching out for my nightstand, my rough hands easily finding the soft fabric I had hidden here for a time like this.

“This should help,” I thought to myself before I unzipped my jeans and took a seat on the only chair in the room, staring at my bed with her panties curled around my hand as I imagined her there. “Why do you have to be so goddamn intoxicating?” I groaned out loud, instinctively raising the fabric to my nose and breathing her in. I still could barely believe that I’d had my fingers inside of her, swirling in her wetness, making her drip between her thighs.

Just the thought of it made my mouth water.

I was so lost in the sensation of her still dampened fabric against my member, my eyes closed as I breathed through my mouth in an effort to imagine her here, I didn’t realize her scent was becoming stronger. I didn’t realize it until my door slammed open.

“Oh… Oh my God!” She whispered, eyes taking in the entire situation - my nude body, her underwear on my fist, as it was curled around my cock, the scent of my rut drenching the bedroom, I was certain.

“Come here,” I ordered, my voice hoarse and my eyes barely open as the smell of her own state took over me. “Strip.” She did so without any hesitation, walking into the room and closing the door behind her before getting out of her short shorts and top, her nipples hardening in the humid air of the room. “Not wearing any underwear,” I mocked, only to see her eyebrows raise high as she stared at the panties in my hand.

“Seems like a good opportunity to remind you that you never gave those back to me.” It made me chuckle, her still persisting innocence, but I shut her down quickly.

“And I never will. Now shut up and lay down on the bed.” I knew I was being harsh, but it was taking every single bit of my control not to snap and just take her. This was the best I could do, especially seeing her bare before my eyes for the first time.

She looked behind her to check on the bed before turning back to me as if confirming that was what I really wanted. I knew where she was coming from - beds for omegas were almost sacred, the place where they built their nest and that brought them the biggest sense of safety and comfort - but my need to have her there was growing each second she hesitated.

“Go,” I ordered, nodding once as I watched her take a seat on the soft mattress, body in front of mine. “Spread those legs for me.” Her eyes trailed down my body as she abided by my wishes, exposing her wet folds to my hungry gaze. God, she looked delicious. I wanted nothing more than to kneel before her and lap every single drop of her sweetness.

I could still remember the way she tasted. More delicious than anything I’d ever had the pleasure of trying. I knew I’d never forget it, but right at that moment, with her scent taking over my room, the thought of ever coming even close to forgetting her and her arousal was nothing short of ludicrous.

I squeezed my member right as it started throbbing in my fist from the lack of attention. She seemed hypnotized by it, and I licked my lips at the prospect of her being as fascinated by the thought of my knot as I was about her and her little cunt.

“Tell me what you’d like me to do to you,” I demanded, absolutely transfixed by the sight of her playing with herself on top of my bed.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

It felt right, being there with John, baring my body and soul to him in such an intimate way. There was not an inch of me that felt embarrassed or intimidated by my nudity under his transfixed stare. If anything, it made me even more aroused.

“I want you to fuck my mouth,” I admitted before I could even realize what had escaped my lips. John’s smirk didn’t leave me much room for self-doubt, though. It was clear this was exactly what he wanted, me in my most vulnerable state, revealing my deepest desires to him.

“Oh, yeah? You’d like that?” The sight of him licking his lips was incredibly erotic in all of its simplicity, and I threw my head back, exposing my neck as I fucked myself faster.

“Fuck yes. I want to choke on your cock. I want you to leave me a whiney, spitting mess.” A low rumble reverberated in the room, undoubtedly coming from his exposed chest as he looked ready to pounce on me.

“Oh, don’t doubt it for a second that I would. What else?” The roughness in his voice had me whining as more juices covered my fingers, and I had to bite my lip as I saw his thighs clench.

“Want you to fuck me,” I added, words coming harder and harder as I fucked myself in front of him. “Want you to stuff me with your cock until I can’t walk anymore. Want you to be the only thing I remember… The only thing…” My legs started to shake as I cried out, interrupting myself as I struggled with my orgasm.

“God, you’re such a fucking tease.” His voice pierced through the cloud of pleasure I was currently riding, still stuck between wanting to cum and wanting to prolong this feeling as much as possible. “Even on my bed, completely naked, with your little fingers inside that wet fucking pussy, you’re still nothing but a needy brat.”

The words had me moaning out loud, and I was sure I’d be thinking about why later. Right then though, there was no way in hell any rational thought could be held in my aroused state of mind. I was practically humping my own digits as he commanded, “Let go for me, c’mon. Cum all over those fingers.”

It was automatic. Just as soon as his words were out, I felt myself clenching, the room suddenly spinning from the force of my orgasm. I was sure it never came close to the one he could give me if he were to fuck me right then and there.

“Yeah, just like that… Now tell me, little brat… How would you like me to fuck you? Would you want me to be slow and passionate?” His words were mocking, but I was too out of it to notice. I’d stopped moving as I waited for my sensitivity to calm down, but he didn’t like that. “Keep fucking yourself.” He didn’t need to use his Alpha voice to have me instantly obeying him. “Now tell me.”

“I… I’d want you to be rough.” A growl escaped him from my admission, and it had me whimpering in return. God, I wanted nothing more than for him to have his way with me, turn me around, and take me on my hands and knees until I was begging him to stop.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” And that was how I realized I’d been voicing my deepest desires out loud. I was close to cumming again, but contrary to the time he touched me, tonight he seemed to want me to cum as many times as possible. “I’d have to use my fingers to stretch you open. There’s no way I’d be able to fit my knot without fucking you open before.”

Just his words were enough to have me reaching another orgasm, and I closed my eyes to relish it as another satisfied gasp escaped my lips. A groan pierced through my hazy mind, along with another order, “I know you can get louder. Fuck yourself faster, fucking scream for me.”

And just like that, he was able to coax yet another orgasm out of me. Or maybe it was the same one, I couldn’t tell anymore. I felt like I was drunk, just on the atmosphere of the room, the smell of sex, and the way my own juices ran down my thighs…

“Yes, that’s it… Soak my sheets, real nice…” His words had me clenching around my digits every single time. “Yes… such a good girl for me…” I watched him fist himself, his jerking motions faster and faster as he watched me come apart over and over again right before his eyes.

One thing was sure, he’d be smelling me for days. The way I drenched his bed would certainly have him surrounded by me for the remainder of his rut, and just the thought of him laying down on it had me going crazy.

But nothing could compare to the sight before my eyes, the way he threw his head back and closed his own eyes as his fist got even quicker before stopping altogether, his body becoming covered in his own release.

My mouth watered at the sight. I wanted to crawl to him and lick him all over, maybe even wrap my lips around the head of his dick and suck it until I made him moan my name out loud.

“I keep wondering what your lips taste like…” His voice broke me out of my thoughts, and I noticed his own gaze was stuck on the apex of my thighs. “Both pairs.” There was silence then, a heavy, sexually-tense silence that had my entire body buzzing with excitement.

Was this it? Would he finally take me and make me his?

“Get out of my bed.” His next words, the cold tone in which they were uttered made my head snap up to meet his gaze. Contrary to what it was just seconds before, it was empty and detached, like he wasn’t even seeing me anymore.

“What?” I asked, still paralyzed from the whirlwind of emotions.

“Out. Get out of my bed. Go to your room and lock the door. Now.” I waited a few more seconds to see if he would change his mind yet again, but as he avoided my eyes and stood up to go to his bathroom without as much as glancing at me, my decision was made.

I needed to get the hell out of there.

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thicctails · 3 years

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Summer Of Whump Days 16 + 19 [Touch-Starved/Hope]

Happy Father’s Day! Have toothpick dad figuring out how to get his adike outta space prison.

Crosshair pressed his forehead against the wall of his bunk, gritting his teeth. His head was pounding, the ache radiating from the left side and seeping down through his skull and spreading into the rest of his mind. It had been a steadily building pain, starting when that damn animal had hit him with its tail. He’d dodged going to a medic, instead choosing to spend his free time trying to sleep the migraine off. So far, it hadn’t worked.

He pulled his pillow over his head when a slight ringing started to form in his ears. The sound grew and grew and grew, until all he could hear was the unyielding, skull-piercing ringing.

Then, silence.

Crosshair blinked.

It was like a huge drop of cold water had been dropped on him, shocking him back to reality. He sat up, running a hand over his face. The guilt and disbelief of his actions had him reeling for a moment. He’d almost killed his vod'ika, would have had Omega not sacrificed herself. He went a little pale at the memory of what state the girl had been in when they’d been picked up. Whatever had happened on that Jedi cruiser, it had been ugly, and he felt a ripple of burning shame rush through him when he thought about how much it must have hurt to stand in front of him like she had.

He slid off of his bunk, not bothering to grab his helmet. He needed to go see her, make sure her burns were getting properly treated. It had been a day and a half, had anyone gone to change her bandages? Checked in on her? Fed her? Likely not, as he seemed to be the only one here who understood how important it was for her to remain alive and healthy. That was still top priority, but now it was for different reasons.

He had to get them out of here, back to his vode and out of the Empire’s reach. Omega’s existence was proof that the Kaminoans had successfully managed to create an artificial Force-sensitive being, and the thought of them creating an army of Force-sensitive clones with inhibitor chips sent a chill down his spine.

No. He’d find a way out of this outpost and off of the planet before they were due to make the trip back to Kamino. He’d have to find a way to get the chip out, maybe go back to Bracca? Then he’d find a way back to his batchmates and they’d disappear. Good. Yes. Great plan.

Pausing, he stepped behind a wall as a group of troopers marched past. They had come from the direction of the prison cell. He scowled at them silently, fighting the itch to end their lives. He needed to be subtle, cunning, and stealthy, which meant he couldn’t let his temper flare up, lest he risk being discovered.

Once the coast was clear, he slipped out from behind the wall and approached the room door. He put in the password and stepped inside once the door slid open. His eyes widened upon seeing that someone new had been put into the cell. The kid was tugging at a thick, black collar, a red light blinking rapidly. He jolted suddenly, his muscles spasming as he was electrocuted.

“Cal!” Omega cried, reaching out to him. Her own collar began to blink rapidly, and she yelped when the same happened to her. Pillow, who was chained against the, was honking loudly, the sound sounding more like short roars now. He was the one to first notice Crosshair, and he snarled at the clone, his tail smashing against the wall. The stone cracked under the force, bits of the wall crumbling away.

“Shh!” He hissed, putting a finger up to his lips. “Do you want to get into even more trouble?”

The two children gasped when he spoke, their eyes widening in fear. The boy, named Cal, apparently, glared at Crosshair. He moved in front of Omega, shielding her as best he could. His collar beeped, but not enough to activate the electric shock. Omega peered at him, her large brown eyes wet with unshed tears.

“Crosshair?” She asked, her voice sounding strained. The collar was probably pressing against her already bruised throat.

“It’s me, ad’ika.” He said softly, kneeling down. “I’m back, at least for now.”

Omega brightened, her face splitting into a wide grin. She shuffled forward, but the other kid remained firm. He didn’t move from his spot, and Crosshair could practically feel the anger and mistrust rolling off him in waves.

“How do we know we can trust you?” He snapped.

“You don’t, but you’re going to have to.” Crosshair replied. “We need to get out of here. Fast. A transport vessel will be here before the week is out, and we need to be gone before that happens.”

“Well in case you haven’t noticed,” Cal pointed to the collar on his neck, “we’re kinda trapped here. These collars shock us every time we try and use the Force.”

“And Pillow is stuck over there!” Omega chimed in, gesturing to where said amphibian was straining against the short chain that was keeping him trapped. “We can’t leave without him!”

Crosshair hummed, peering at the collars. There was a small slit on each one, a lock that would need a certain key card to open. A key card that he didn’t have.

“I’ll find a way to get those off. Until then, try to refrain from getting electrocuted.” He said, standing back up.

A small growl sounded out, and Omega looked at her stomach in embarrassment.

“Sorry. I haven’t eaten since…” She brought a hand to her chin. “Just over two days ago, I think? The last thing I ate was a ration bar on the ship before we got to Bracca.”

A memory flashes through his head. He’s young, still learning how to fight, and he and his brothers have failed a test. They end up not being given rations for the day. He remembered it being especially hard on Hunter and Wrecker, who even at that age, burned more calories that the rest of them. He remembered feeling sluggish and unusually weak, his stomach growling like a wild animal as it ate away at itself. They had all felt miserable, and it had served as a good motivator to not fail next time.

Crosshair growled, the sound reverberating in his chest. “These animals- I’ll be back in a moment. Remain here.” He spun around and stomped back out of the room.

“We don’t have a choice!” Cal called, huffing when the door simply slid shut. The freckled boy turned to look at Omega. “Do you really trust him?”

Omega nodded. “He’s not a bad person, he was just being made to do bad things.”

Cal sighed and gave her a slight smile. “Okay, if you say so.”

Crosshair returned about a half hour later, a bag slung over his shoulders. He pressed a few buttons on the control panel, locking the door before moving deeper into the room. Omega looked up from her place on the floor, gritting her teeth when as she sat forward. Cal was sat next to her, the two of them having moved over to where Pillow was. The pale creature was sleeping, forced to rest sitting up due to the chain on the wall being attached to his muzzle. Crosshair gave Omega sympathetic look, kneeling down again so that he was closer to being eye level with her and Cal.

“Okay adike, lets get some food in you so you don’t end up looking like me.” He joked, reaching forward and unlocking their cuffs.

He reached into the bag and produced two wrapped squares, passing a sandwich to both kids. Omega thanked him excitedly and quickly took the offered food. Cal hesitated, but in the end his hunger won out. He cautiously took the sandwich, softly uttering his thanks. Omega and Cal took a minute to rub their sore wrist while Crosshair carefully unclipped the band around Pillow’s muzzle.

Pillow’s eyes opened, eyeing Crosshair as he tossed the metal band aside.

“I’ll need to put that back on before I leave, but I’ll try to loosen it.” He said.

Violet orbs bore into him for a moment, flicking between him and the now ravenously eating children, before Pillow’s head swung towards him. Crosshair flinched a bit, but calmed when Pillow merely rubbed his head against Crosshair’s chest, a deep, rumbling purr sounding out. It seemed that his actions had earned him forgiveness. That would make things easier.

While Omega finished off her sandwich, he dug into the bag and retrieved a roll of gauze, a container of warm water, a clean cloth, and a container of bacta, setting them down on the floor. He retrieved two bottles of cool water and handed them over to Cal and Omega.

“Here, drink this. Omega, come here so that I can change your bandages.” He said, grabbing a numbing shot from the bag.

Omega gulped down her water, cringing when Crosshair stuck her with the needle. After the numbing liquid had set in, he went about unwrapping Omega’s bandages. He sighed in relief upon spotting no signs of infection. With a gentleness that he didn’t know he still possessed, he soaked the cloth in the warm water and cleaned her wound. The skin had already started to scar, and since most of the tissue had been too damaged to regrow, the scar would be rather large. As he gently dabbed the burns, he noticed something odd. Small, circular scars covered Omega’s back, some not even fully finished scarring. They were all the same size, and they were perfectly spaced. It looked as though someone had taken a small cookie cutter to her back.

Suddenly, he’s back in the medical ward on Kamino. A machine is whirring in his ears and the bright lights overhead are hurting his eyes. A sharp pain erupts from his left shoulder, and he turns to see a chunk of his flesh being sliced out of him. Later that night, he finds out that his vode all went through the same thing. Tech thinks that they want to find out if they’re as enhanced as they we’re designed to be. Apparently, they were, because they weren’t all euthanized within the next few days. Whatever they had been searching for, they’d only needed one sample to find it.

There had to be dozens on Omega’s back.

He suppressed a growing roar of rage that was bubbling up from his chest. He’d barely knew Omega, only having those brief moments with her before his chip had been intensified, yet he already knew that he’d kill for her. No child should ever have to endure something like that. He quickly applied the bacta, then re-wrapped Omega’s dressings. Once he was done, he fished another container out of the bag. Unscrewing the lid, he set it down in front of Pillow.

“It’s food. Eat it.” He commanded.

Pillow sniffed at the offered container, then started eating, chunks of meat being snapped up and gulped down. Omega laughed when Pillow pulled his face away and revealed that there was a piece of meat stuck on his nose. Cal reached over, plucked the chunk of meat off of the amphibian’s forehead, and tossed it up into the air. In a flash, Pillow snapped his jaws closed around it. He licked his teeth and flopped down next to Crosshair, staring up at him with his big, pleading eyes.

“No, that’s enough for you. It was hard enough sneaking that amount in here.” Crosshair scolded.

Pillow moved his head onto Crosshair’s knee, staring sadly at him as he sighed loudly. Crosshair sighed and reached back into the bag. He produced another sandwich and tossed it into Pillow’s open mouth. The white-scaled creature purred loudly and rubbed up against Crosshair, knocking him over onto the floor. He laid his head down on the man’s chest, ignoring Crosshair’s protests.

“Get off me, you obese salamander!” He yelled, shoving Pillow’s head. Pillow merely snuggled down, rubbing his cheek against Crosshair’s armor.

“Looks like he wants you to stay.” Cal piped up, taking a sip of his water.

“Well I can’t. I need to locate the key to those collars so that we can get out of this dump.” Crosshair hissed, finally managing to wiggle out from underneath Pillow.

“Aw, but you just got here!” Omega said. “Do you have to go right away?”

“Unfortunately yes. Those troopers out there aren’t the most observant, but even they will notice my absence if I am gone too long.” Crosshair sighed. “Which means I need to put your restraints back on.”

Cal and Omega groaned, but put their wrists together regardless. Crosshair snapped the cuffs back on, giving the duo an apologetic look.

“I promise that once we’re out of here, none of you will spend another minute in shackles.” He said, looking between Pillow, Omega, and Cal. “Now, I have to go. I need to do some stealth work and find out where the key card to your collars is.”

“Be careful Crosshair.” Omega said, her eyes full of worry.

He nodded and stood, grabbing the bag and heading out the door.

It took five days for Crosshair to locate the key card, and another whole day for him to manage to steal it. Throwing his bare essentials into a bag, he slung it over his shoulder and stalked out of the room. The outpost was dark, the electricity out due to a growing storm taking out their generator. He was a predator here, prowling through the shadows, using his superior sight to navigate through the black. He passed troopers as he moved through the outpost, none detecting him over the howling wind and the sound of their own chatter.

Just as he’s about to reach the outpost’s makeshift prison, he overhears a conversation between two troopers.

“Is it true? Did they really make a clone that can use the Force?” One asked, leaning in close to his companion.

“Yeah, but it’s a weird little runty one. Kaminoans must’ve kriffed up while they were making it, I guess.” The trooper sneered. “Little shit’s too cocky for its own good. Hope they put it down once they’re done experimenting on it or whatever.”

In an instant, a flash of burning hot rage enveloped Crosshair. His hand found a vibroknife that he had stashed away in a hidden pocket. He pounced, gripping the trooper’s head and pulling it back, exposing his neck. The knife’s blade easily sliced through the man’s neck. He made sure that it was deep enough to kill but shallow enough to make it a slower death. While that wretched creature choked on his own blood, Crosshair swung the knife and plunged it through the other trooper’s visor, the sharp point piercing the man’s skull. He jerked the vibroknife free, fresh blood dripping off the blade.

His anger cooled a bit, and he made his way to the cell door. The door was running on emergency power, and he had to sever that connection to get the doors to open. Inside, he could see the rapidly blinking lights of the two Force suppressant collars, the red glow highlighting the faces of Cal and Omega. Omega’s face was buried in Cal’s chest, the young clone quivering. A clap of thunder rang out, the sound louder than it would be on most planets. It made her squeak in fear, and she shuffled even closer.

It was so easy to see Hunter in Omega’s place. Back when they were still cadets, his vod had hated the storms on Kamino, his sensitive hearing being battered by the roaring thunder that made itself known every other week or so. So every time there was a storm and they were in their quarters, Crosshair and his vode would take all of their blankets and pillows and they’d create a little hiding spot for Hunter. Once he had curled up in the middle of the makeshift nest, they would cover him up until there was only a small hole left for air.

Omega had no such luxury. She had no batchmates, a fact that hurt Crosshair on a deeper level, and thus was left to exist in a state of fear. The medical centers were tucked into the middle of Kamino’s bases, so Omega had probably never heard thunder this loud before. He crossed the room quickly, dropping to his knees when he heard Omega’s quiet cries.

“Come on, adike. It’s time for us to go.” He said, just loud enough to be heard above the fading rumbles. Pausing only to remove their restraints, he slipped tiny the key card into the small slits, ginning when the collars became slack and slid onto the floor.

In an instant, the two kids were locked in a tight embrace. They were both quivering now, and judging by how their hands were twitching more than the rest of their bodies, he figured that they were both currently using the Force. While they comforted each other, he set about freeing Pillow from his bindings. The amphibian nuzzled him, before starting to nose at his bag.

“Cut that out. There’s no treats for you in there.” He grumbled, pushing Pillow’s muzzle away. Darting back over to Cal and Omega, he extended a hand.

“Neither of you will be able to see until we get to the ship, so we’ll need to hold hands. We’ll be moving fast, so try your best to keep up.” He said, grasping Omega’s hand once he saw her reach out to him. With Omega holding on to him, Cal holding on to her, and Pillow bringing up the rear, the group escaped the room, Crosshair leading them out a nearby door and into the raging storm.

Bitter, biting wind whipped all around them, freezing cold rain drenching their clothes and causing Omega and Cal to slip more than once as they ran across the shipyard. More than once, Pillow had to keep Omega and Cal from getting tossed around by the storm while Crosshair dealt with a trooper or three. Finally, after a good half hour of sneaking and stealth killing, they made it to the ship Crosshair had chosen to steal. He ushered the kids on, wanting them out of the harsh storm. They were soaked to the bone, shivering with chattering teeth as they strapped in. Once everyone was secure, Crosshair fired up the engine, gripping the controls. The storm was so intense that there was a chance that it would mask their take off, but at the same time the fierce lightning that was building within the mass off clouds could send them plummeting down.

Crosshair gripped the controls tighter.

He’d get them out of this.

Crosshair chewed on a toothpick, his eyelids drooping from exhaustion. He’d found them a good hiding place, a heavily forested planet not too many light years from Bracca. He needed to contact his squad, find a way to convince them that he could be trusted once again so that he could get this damnable chip removed. He needed to do a lot of things, but for now he was content to simply take a moment to breathe.

Omega and Cal were asleep, dressed in uniforms that were far too big but would ultimately keep them warm and dry. The two were sleeping on the floor, a soft cushioning of bunk mattresses and blankets providing a comfortable place to sleep. Omega was half draped over a sprawling Cal, the young clone snuggling up to her friend. She’d fallen asleep easily, and the boy simply hadn’t had the heart to move and risk waking her. So there he lay, snoozing away with Omega holding onto him like her life depended on it.

A regular person might have been confused by her clinginess, but he understood completely. When clones were very young, they slept in piles with their batchmates. It provided a sense of security, lowered their stress levels, and helped forge an important bond. If your very purpose was to fight in a war with a group of people, you’d better be someone they’d fight to keep alive.

The Kaminoans had, at one point, tried to see if this behaviour could be stopped. They had forced a batch of clones to sleep apart from their batchmates, only allowing them to train and eat together. By the time they had reached adulthood, they had become noticeably different. They were anti-social, only called each other by their numbers, were completely out of sync in combat training and often acted aggressively. They snapped at each other and at the other clones, distancing themselves from the rest of their vode.

They’d all died in their first battle. The Kaminoans never tried the experiment again.

Omega had no batchmates, no vode to form a pile with. He wondered if the Kaminoans had tried to make more and Omega had been the only survivor, or if they simply hadn’t cared because she was never meant to be in a group. It didn’t really matter, he supposed, it wouldn’t change the fact that Omega had been missing out on a crucial part of growing up as a clone. However, it seemed that Omega had found someone to pile with in Cal, even if neither of them really understood what she was doing. Hopefully, it wasn’t too little too late, and she would grow up to be a well adjusted young lady.

Omega yawned softly in her sleep, shifting as she tried to find a more comfortable position. She repositioned herself so that her head rested on Cal’s chest, throwing an arm over the boy’s torso. Cal mumbled something incomprehensible and turned onto his side, pulling Omega into a loose hug as his blanket fell onto her. Omega smiled, eagerly nestling into the new warmth.

For the first time in years, Crosshair found himself aching for that comfort. He and Hunter had always been at the bottom of the pile, the close presence of their vode always being the one thing that could ease them into a peaceful sleep. In the pile, there were no harsh lights that signified the early start of a new day, nor the echoing roar of Kamino’s storms. There was only them and their brothers, safe and together.

He remembered the day they’d first been made to sleep apart. The noises and smells and brightness had made sleep impossible. Their room door had a crack at the bottom that always let in a bit of light, and to his advanced eyes, that little stretch of light had seemed like a kriffing sun to him. Only the threat of being separated from his batchmates for the whole day had kept him in his bunk. Once the morning lights had come on, he’d launched himself at his closest vod, which on that morning had been Wrecker. His second-eldest brother had pulled him into a crushing hug, and he had felt the wetness of tears on his shoulder. Any other time, he would have teased the larger clone for crying, but on that morning, he’d have been a hypocrite.

Maybe it was their enhancements, or maybe it was the fact that the other clones didn’t like them very much, but for some reason it took far longer for them to become acclimated to sleeping alone. After their first mission, they’d all started towards their own bunks, as they had been for months, when Wrecker had paused and asked if they would still be separated if they pilled together on the ship. They had all looked at each other, before instinctively turning towards Tech.

“I’m sure it’s against the rules, but…” He’d given them a small smile, “I won’t say anything if you all won’t?”

So they had thrown their mattresses together and had arranged a set up that resembled their old shared bed. They had grown at that point, but hadn’t quite reached adulthood, so Hunter and Crosshair could still sleep comfortably at the bottom. They’d slept better that night then they had in months. As time passed and they reached their maximum sizes, they began to sleep apart more and more. Crosshair and Tech especially had taken a liking to having some extra wiggle room, Tech for his tinkering and Crosshair because he was simply becoming more used to being apart than together. He was often far away from his vode on missions, providing them cover from a distance.

Hunter and Wrecker seemed less excited about sleeping by themselves, and both had trouble with sleep. Wrecker filled the void with a stuffed toy, one that his batchmates had made for him out of supplies they picked up on one of their earlier missions. Hunter simply carved the walls of his bunk or cleaned his weapons, exhausting himself so that sleep would come and take him into its sweet embrace.

He wondered if they’d even let him pile with them now.

The thought of being rejected from such a simple yet important activity had him feeling nauseous, and he shook his head, clearing the thought from his mind. He didn’t deserve to share that closeness with them, not after all he’d done, but he couldn’t bring himself to think about it. Curling up in the pilot’s chair, he let his eyes close, now painfully aware of how exposed and cold he really felt.

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