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[techtalksfics]

Panic Attack (Tech x Reader)

Summary: Reader is having a panic attack and Tech is tasked with calming them down. This was a request from @narcissa-of-kaas so this one is all for you!

Author's Note: I know that someone rambling at you isn't everyone's way of dealing with a panic attack but it definitely works for me every time. I also haven't gone into massive emotional depth with it because well, trigger trigger.

Warnings: May be triggering for some, I don't know. If discussions of intense panic trigger you, I would maybe say DNI? One swear word and a lot of angst.

Word Count: 1.5k

You'd watched your mother die.

It happened right in front of you, and it was all your fault. You'd help these clones hide from the Empire and your mother paid the price. It should've been you. Why wasn't it you?

You did the right thing, my brave, darling girl. Those were her final words before the life dissipated from her eyes, her hand on your cheek. You'd cried into her, holding her to you.

Had it been the right thing? You no longer knew. You'd kept them hidden for several days, got to know them and they knew you. You'd fed them, allowed them to wash, allowed them to wander your home and its grounds at will. It had been a very pleasant experience with a truly horrific ending. The worst ending.

Tech had learned that you were an anxious person, but you overcame that to do the right thing. He admired that about you. When he watched you cry into your mother with the Empire swarming closer and closer to you, he knew he had to get you out of there. Tech placed his hands under your knees and around your middle and lifted you away from your mother. Your wails were now suddenly vibrating through his body as he ran for the Marauder. You called out for her and Tech felt his heart shatter. He'd grown fond of you and of her. Your anguish was hurting him too.

As you pulled away from his chest, you found he had taken you aboard their ship and he held onto you until he reached his bunk on the ship. Tech made space on his bed, wires and cables everywhere, and told you to wait there. To relax there. But you couldn’t relax. Not after that.

It was all your fault. Your fault. Your mistake. It should’ve been you.

It should've been me. It was all my fault, your mind regurgitated these phrases over and over until your whole body was racked with anxiety. You felt the panic begin to surge through your body. Your feet were numbing and your legs were following in close suit. You tried to breath but all you could manage were small gulps and tear stained huffs of air. You couldn't breathe. You couldn't move. You couldn't do a damn thing.

The voices inside your head began cascading into one another and the voices were so loud. So loud you feared that others would hear it. Hunter had certainly picked up on your condition but was focused on escaping the Empire first. Your world had just crumbled around you, your feelings were to be expected. It was my fault, you reminded yourself again. What now? You had no home. No family. Nothing. It had all been demolished by one shot, directly to the heart.

You could do nothing but sit upright with your head in your hands. Your clammy palms felt heated against your cool forehead. Or perhaps your forehead wasn't cool but rather your palms were hot. You didn't know. You lifted your head and clasped your hands together.

The ship veered and shook as Tech and Hunter worked on your escape. When they finally managed the jump to hyperspace, you continued to feel the full force of your mistakes. It only felt stronger the further you got from your mother's body.

Your heart raced. Your palms were drenched even further in sweat as you repeatedly rubbed your hands together. You couldn't stop the motion. Just rubbing until friction was felt and repeating the motion until it hurt a little to do so.

You pawed at your brain. The palm of hand beating into your temple as you did so. Thud. Thud. Thud. You very often bruised your face in this manner. You couldn’t help it. It was as if you needed the physical pain to match the inner pain you were experiencing.

And then you heard it. It was as if you heard the voice at the end of a rather long and exceedingly dark tunnel. Even if they bellowed you feared you’d never hear it clearly. Never hear it over the ringing of the electricity which set your brain alight. The voice called out once more, but the distance was too great.

The voices in your head were hiding whatever voice was calling out to you. Tech had unexpectedly left the cockpit as soon as they'd made the jump to hyperspace. Hunter knew why so didn't question it. He knew how much you mattered to Tech.

“Omega,” you heard the muffled sound of Tech’s voice in the distance. “What did you say her mother did to calm her down?” At the mention of your mother’s name, you heart both soared and broke as you remembered her being shot. You began to rock back and forth, unable to breathe. You felt like you were choking on your grief. "Omega, quickly. Think. She is hardly breathing in here."

There was a muffled response from Omega and suddenly Tech had kneeled in front of you. You were shaking heavily, and you choked on your breath. Suddenly, you felt him grab your hands. Just like your mother used to.

That was the first step. Grounding.

You looked up at Tech through your lashes and he squeezed your hands together gently in his. The voices began to slow; they were a little less loud. Still there, still repeating that it was your fault but you tried to focus on Tech.

“You need to breathe slowly,” Tech said as he grabbed your hands. “I do not know the stories your mother said to calm you. But I believe that it is actually the sound of someone speaking is the thing that calms you down. We can try to regulate your breathing together. I am excellent at talking and storytelling so perhaps I could try?” Tech queried as he gently squeezed at your hands for a second time. He felt the tremor that was coursing through your body, and he suddenly almost felt it as his own. He frowned. But when you nodded furiously, he realised he needed to carry on talking. “I cannot tell her stories and I know she is gone. I know that you are scared, and I fear I will never truly understand why as it is not in my nature. But perhaps I can tell you one of my stories. Perhaps that would help?” All you could muster was a gentle nod as you clung to his hands trying to centre yourself. You tried to focus on the feeling of his hands in yours. On the solid bed beneath you. But you couldn’t stop your lungs and heart from hyperventilating. Tech decided to start with the tale of Safo Toma. It was an odd, exciting tale and he figured that was an excellent place to start.

As he spoke softly to you, telling you of his time as a racer in an attempt to save their ex-work partner Cid. Of the colourful and chaotic tale of understanding schematics and the adjustments he made to the pod in order to win the race. He sighed and continued on, "Omega and Wrecker thought I was being idiotic, getting rid of the weapons systems. They were simply slowing me down and I needed speed and manoeuvrability in order to succeed in the blocked off tunnel. They say it was a death trap. If that is so then I defied death that day. Though I suppose we defy death every day," and then Tech realised what he had said. Your eyes began watering again, but your breathing had slowed, so he must be on the right track. "I'm sorry, that was a thoughtless comment."

"No, no, it's fine. Your st-story is working," you mumbled, stuttering only occasionally, "so, did you win?" You wanted the end of that story.

"Of course I did," he said confidently, "there was never any doubt." You laughed at that and he was grateful for that. The soft, accented lilt of his voice was extremely calming.

You’d previously thought your mother was the only one who could calm you. But now. Now there was another. Tech. A surprising turn of events. When you finally raised your topaz eyes to look at his, you saw nothing but sympathy and concern. His brow was heavily knitted as he looked at you. Without thought, you reached forward to kiss him but the second your lips connected with his, he lurched backwards.

“I…I’m so sorry,” you spluttered out quickly, blushing profusely, “I shouldn’t have done that. I was stupid to think you want that.” You began rubbing your palms together furiously again as he’d released your hands in all the motion.

Suddenly, his strong nimble fingers held on your wrists, pausing your ministrations. “Meshla,” he whispered, “I very much would like to kiss you. I would even say I want to do more than just that. But I will not let something as important as that to blossom out of panic. I don't want it borne from sadness. When you kiss me, I want you to be sure. I want you to be calm. When you kiss me, I want it to be a positive memory.” He removed one hand from your wrists to adjust his goggles.

And with that, your hands were finally still and your breathing was steady.

[dreamswithghosts]

Tech's Wires (Tech x Reader)

This is an 18+ fic, anyone who is under the age of 18 please do not read this!

Summary: You and Tech were peacefully traveling through hyperspace on a small mission when all of a sudden something happens to the ship. Tech had to crawl into a small space to get to where he needed to fix the ship. Something scandalous probably ensues afterward.

Author's Notes: This was purely inspired by an old sailor story my dad and his navy buddies always talked about. They were all on the same nuclear submarine back in the day. There was a time when the nuclear reactor that was on the sub was malfunctioning and they were going to lose power to the ship. My father had to crawl into this little hole full of wires to fix the malfunction so they could all still have power. Very much a do-or-die moment, but the kicker was he couldn't fit with the safety gear so he had to crawl in there in just his underwear. Also, I want to thank everyone who reads this and likes this. This is the first time I have ever publicly shown any of my writing. I hope you guys like it and if you have any ideas or suggestions you want to share please let me know! I plan to eventually post this on ao3 as well once I make an account. I have always been a reader and have written for my own personal pleasure. I really hope you like this. Edit: Link to fic on AO3

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, grinding, mild biting, unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it boys and girls and everything else), creampie, after care is important y'all

Word Count: 2.6k

You are jerked awake from the feeling of the Havoc Marauder being yanked out of hyperspace and the alarms instantly blaring throughout the small modified attack shuttle. Tech was out of his bunk in a flash before you even had a chance to lift your head from your bunk. He was in the cockpit in seconds and his voice could barely be heard over the blaring sound of the alarm. You pulled yourself out of the bunk quickly making your way to the cockpit. 

"Take over the controls and keep the ship steady." Tech hollered, he was pulling a panel off of the inner walls of the cockpit. You threw yourself into the pilot's seat, grabbing the steering wheel and holding the ship steady. You also reached over, turning the alarms off so you could think clearly as you flew the ship through the dark black vacuum of space. Behind you, you heard Tech grumbling and grunting as he reached into the open panel pulling out some wires. 

"Tech, what's going on?" Your voice was full of worry as you noticed that they were in the middle of nowhere. 

"The wires to the hyperdrive must have short-circuited and fried the system. I'm going to need to get into the wall to fix it." Tech explained. You then heard the sounds of plastoid armor dropping to the ground and the sound of the leather from his belts followed quickly after. You glanced over the back of the red seat spotting Tech pulling his shirt off of his body, and you felt your face flush a little. 

"Tech? What are you doing?" You quickly yanked your eyes back over to the dash of the ship. 

"I need to crawl into the wall to do the repair and I cannot fit with my armor and clothes," Tech said simply. Your hands gripped the wheel tighter, "Tech, that's dangerous."

"If I do not do this, we will be floating in space with no power soon." He argued. You made a small sign knowing that once Tech sets his mind on something, you know there's no changing it. You peeked over the chair again to see the last of Tech's bare leg disappear into the wall. A few minutes later, the ship started to fly more smoothly and you heard Tech remerge from the open panel in the wall. He appeared next to you, shooing you out of the pilot's seat to get the ship back on track and back into hyperspace. 

"We should be fine until we land back on Ord Mantell." Tech signed, getting up to retrieve his things, but you stopped him.

"Wait. You're bleeding." You reached out, grabbing his arm. He made no protest as you led him into the main hull of the ship grabbing the medical supplies. 

"It's just a small cut. I will be fine." Tech objected vocally, but made no move to move away from you. 

"Yes, but who knows what else is in these walls? I don't want to risk any kind of infection." You argued, sitting him down in one of the chairs and opening the medkit. You started to clean the small cut on his bicep. It took you little time to put a bandage on it and fix up the other small one on his back. Once you were done, you gave him a quick, light kiss on his cheek. 

"All done soldier." You smiled lightly at him and put the medkit away. Tech looked over at you, a very small flush on his cheeks in the dark lighting on his cheeks. He might have finally caught up to the fact that he is sitting next to you in just his underwear. 

"How much longer till we are back at Ord Mantell?" You asked lightly, moving to sit in the other chair in the main hull of the small fighter ship. 

"Oh, probably only for another hour or two," Tech answered after a second like you had pulled him out of his thoughts. You raised your eyebrow at him, "You alright?" 

Tech sat still in his chair, his sharp brown eyes staring you down. The only movement he made was his left hand reaching up to adjust the goggles on his face. He took in a deep breath, "Come over here." 

You gave him a surprised look. This tends to be out of the ordinary for him. The two of you had been doing a small dance around each other for months now, trying to see if the other liked each other more than friends. It was obvious to everyone else around them and they never failed to tell you that. Tech has never been forward like this. 

Your curiosity gets the better of you. You stand up walking the short distance from your chair over to where he sat. When you were close enough, he reached out and pulled you into his lap, making you squeak in surprise. His hands lightly rested on your hips, leaving you plenty of space to move away if you wish.

He gazed at you through his goggles, "Would you allow me… To make love to you." 

You blinked once or twice, your brain processing his words for a second. Being this close to him, you could see the small blush on his cheeks. You made a small smile, nodding your head, "Please." 

Tech took the opportunity and leaned forward, kissing you on the lips. You made a small hum, moving your head to accommodate his goggles. This isn't the first time you've kissed him. There was a drunken night between the two of you where there was a small bruise on your cheek from accidentally hitting his goggles. This was the first time the two of you kissed without the hindrance of something else in your systems. 

You wrapped your arms around his bare shoulders, lightly pressing yourself up against him as he ran his tongue over your bottom lip. You gave him easy access, making a small moan at the feeling of your tongues sliding against each other. That seemed to push Tech forward, he pushed his hands under your shirt, pulling it up over your head. The clothing dropped to the floor followed quickly with your bra. Tech's hands started to wander, mapping out your torso, taking a moment to grope your breasts. His thumbs ran over your nipples, playing with them until they were hard. 

You decide to take the initiative, moving away from his lips and starting to kiss down his jaw and neck. You paused at the sensitive skin right at the base of his giving that spot more attention. He granted you with a whimper that sounded amazing from him. You instantly wanted to hear that again and again, so you started to slowly grind your hips down against his lap. Through your pants, you were able to feel he was already hard as he rocked his hips up against yours. 

"Is that a pistol in your pocket or are you happy to see me?" You teased him lightly, leaning back some to get a good look at the man flushed in front of him. His goggles were knocked out of place and his blush had increased dramatically, it spread to his shoulders and chest. 

You got a snort and a small crooked smile from Tech. Moving his hands down to your ass, using them a moment to guide your hips on top of him. Both of you shuttering at the pleasure you got from each other. 

"You might be a little surprised when it doesn't shoot blaster bolts." Tech teased, his hands moving away from your clothed ass to the underside of your thighs. He promoted a laugh from you from his words, not expecting him to say something like that. 

While he had you distracted with your laughter, he shifted under you, pulling you into his arms and standing up. He held you with some surprising strength that only a clone could have. You instantly wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding onto him out of the small worry that he might drop you. He walked the two of you over to the bunks, laying you down on the bottom one. 

"This spot is probably better for now." Tech hummed as he crawled over you, "Eventually I want you in the pilot's chair. If this ever happens again." 

"You've thought about this with me?" You asked, pulling him close to you again, his chest pressing flush to yours. The warmth from his body was already starting to become an addiction. 

"Yes." He hissed out, leaning down, pulling you into another kiss. You made a small groan from the kiss once again, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips so he could grind down against you. 

He moved away from your kiss, slowly moving down your body, kissing and sucking on your neck and chest pulling all kinds of sounds from him. Eventually, he got to your hips, his long fingers dipping under the waistband of your pants. He paused for a moment looking up at you to silently ask you again for permission. You nodded your head and your pants and underwear were quick to be pulled from your body.

"Marvelous." Tech breathed looking down at you completely bare for him. You were flushed just as much as him feeling a little subconscious now that you had his complete attention. His hands moved down your sides to your hips and then between your thighs. His hand moved between your legs, being quick to find your clit, rubbing it in small circles. Your back arched off the bunk a little as you let out a deep moan from the pleasure it brought you. 

"Oh my god, Tech." You gasped as you felt him slide one of his fingers in you, meeting barely any resistance from how wet you were. His breathing was uneven as he watched you squirm under his touch. 

He was quick to add in another finger to make sure you would be able to take him. You were so worked up that his menstruations had you already close to your peak. Tech let out a heavy moan at the sight, pulling away, "You are absolutely gorgeous." 

"Tech." You shuttered at his compliments. He smiled down at you, shifting himself as he pulled the last bit of clothing that was still on his body off. You gasped at the sight of him in his naked glory in front of you. He looked divine. 

"As much as I would love to see you cum from just my hands, I would prefer to see you cum on my cock." Tech's voice was deep and breathy, sending shivers up your spine. He grabbed your thighs to shift the two of you in a good position between your legs. He ended up pulling one of your legs on his shoulder. 

"W-Wait." You gasped suddenly freezing, "Protection." 

Tech paused looking down at you confused for a moment, "You mean condoms? I doubt they're hardly necessary. Clones are sterile and we were designed to not be able to contract illnesses easily. Plus we were tested regularly. I'm clean. Are you?" 

"Yeah." You breathed still looking up at him, a little concerned. He leaned down kissing you softly on the lips, moving your leg so you didn't have to stretch it too far, "Then there should be nothing to be concerned about."  

The two of you kissed a bit more and you slowly moved away again to ask him a question, "Are you sure? You're not lying to me are you?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Tech gave you a confused look and you looked away from him off into the distance, biting your lip.

"If you don't want to do this, you can just tell me." Tech's voice was laced with concern now. You jerked your eyes back to the man on top of you, "What? No, I do! Sorry." 

Tech stayed where he was. His thumbs lightly stroked your skin, "Would you feel better if I were to find some form of protection?" 

You thought about it for a second, a little concerned you ruined the mood. But as you glanced down, you saw he was still hard, flushed red, and leaking precum out of the tip. You found yourself shaking your head no. 

"I need to hear you say it." Tech's voice was soft as he leaned down again giving you a small kiss on your cheek. 

"Tech, I want you to fuck me." You breathed, your hands reaching up to wrap around his shoulders. Tech's breath hitched, his exhale another whimper. 

"As you wish, my dear." That was all the motivation he needed, moving the two of them again between your legs. He slowly slid his dick into you making you gasp at the stretch. He started to set a steady pace, the both of you pulling moans from each other. You ran your nails up his back, probably leaving small little lines. He leaned down kissing your neck more leaving small bites that will probably leave a mark. 

Eventually, he angled his hips right, hitting a spot in you that practically made you scream. The both of you panting and moaning, a small sheen of sweat on both of your skins. He hit the spot a few more times and before you could warn him, you felt yourself cuming around his cock. His name is like a prayer on your lips.

"Oh fuck." Tech gasped his hips rocking into you as you felt your walls squeeze around him. He made a few more weak thrusts and then he was cumming inside you. You moaned at the feeling of his warm, white seed filling you. The both of you held onto each other tightly, panting hard as you came down from the high of the orgasm. 

"That was…" you breathed as Tech shifted himself so he could lean up and kiss you on the lips. He smiled softly against your lips, "Yeah." 

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, softly kissing each other as he got soft in you. Eventually, he pulled away both of you groaning at the feeling of him pulling out of you. 

"I will be right back," Tech informed, moving off the small bunk the two of you were on. He went into the small fresher on the ship, eventually coming back with a small damp towel. You had moved to your side but moved again as he settled himself between your legs again. He gently ran the cloth over you, efficiently cleaning you up. Once he was done he lightly tapped your thigh, making the sound of a slap, but not being painful at all. 

"Okay. Go use the fresher and then come back here." Tech instructed, his voice is softer than it normally is. Honestly, it sounds very similar to the sound of him waking up and still feeling tired. You nod, moving out of the bunk as he laid down on it in your place. You went to the fresher doing your business and returned like he had asked you to. He was still in the bunk, naked, but with a blanket laying over his hips. He had his tablet in his hands. He put it aside when he saw you, motioning for you to join him. 

"Didn't think you would be the type to be a cuddler after sex." You teased him lightly as you laid back down on the small bunk, Tech wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you into a spooning position. He made a small huff kissing your shoulder as you wrapped the blanket around the two of you. 

"Don't want to let go of you yet." 

[embeanwrites]

Plan 99

Tech (Bad Batch) x Reader 

A/N: I refuse the ending of that season, no thank you so I have fixed it. Spoilers for the finale season 2!

The Jedi heard Tech’s voice from where they were standing next to Echo on the rail car, barely able to stay upright as the group continued to fight for their lives, but the moment they heard those words from Tech’s mouth they no longer cared what they were doing.

“Plan 99!”

Those dreaded words. An agreement the Batch had before they had become their General and before they had even seen a second of battle. Plan 99 was more of a code phrase than a real plan. A simple agreement that the rest simply had to trust and respect whatever decision the Batcher was making. It was the final say on any matter, it wasn’t something they used lightly.

And hearing Tech say those words while hanging from the train card, gun pointing at the only part of the train keeping them together, spurred them into action. The moment his blaster fired the Jedi felt through the force, through the turmoil, fear, and stress the entire group was feeling, and grabbed onto Tech through the force, barely moving him in time to miss the half of the falling rail car before propelling him up, roughly through the force. They didn’t have the time to make sure he was gently placed, all thoughts tied into just making sure Tech stayed alive.

Through the loudness of the battle, the Jedi was unsure if they had screamed or even said anything as Wrecker grabbed Tech and Omega steadied the Jedi. But as soon as they seemed to be safe the group found themselves rushing in the car as they were then all sent speeding the other way. The last thing the Jedi remembered before hitting their head was Hunter reaching for Omega.

Waking up to the darkness of the Marauder’s bunk room, the Jedi’s heart was immediately racing as they stumbled out of their bunk. The room’s light was dimmed, and the Jedi just barely could make out that Hunter and Omega were resting on one of the lower bunks as they began racing towards the cockpit. Their thoughts were racing as the memories were starting to come back, it had been so long since they had used the force that strongly, and the sudden worry that it wasn’t enough was beginning to bubble and surface.

“Where-” They started, as Tech suddenly appeared in front of them grabbing their shoulders, steading them.

“Everyone’s on board the Marauder, you’re okay. Both you and Omega were knocked out and we are-” The Jedi quickly cuts Tech off with a harsh slap, leaving his goggles skewed and his thoughts scattered. Before he can even question why, he sees the tears welling in the Jedi’s eyes, in his Jedi’s eyes.

“Plan 99?” They hissed and immediately Tech sees them become undone. Gone was their cool and collective Jedi General, and all that was left was a scared individual who almost lost their partner only a few hours ago. Tech looks to see Hunter’s eyes peeking at the two of them so he quickly moves his hand to grab their arm and gently pull them into the fresher, at least there they could have privacy from peering eyes, even if Hunter could still hear them.

“I know, but at that moment I-”

“You what? Wanted to play the hero!” They seethed. “Tech, there were other ways out of that situation, and you were ready to kill yourself! Did you have any regard for what they might do to the squad? To Omega? To me?” Tech listened as their voice cracked on their last thought. He closed his eyes as he gently pulled them into his chest, for a moment he thought they’d pull away and then they engulfed them closer.

“May I explain?” He asked softly, he listened for them as they sighed and then nodded against his chest. He was glad the first thing he had done was rid himself of his armor when they were back on board so he could really hold them. “As selfish as it may seem at that moment my greater concern was keeping you and the others alive. I…I was scared and worried and I had already suspected my death would be on the battlefield either protecting or with my brothers.” He felt them pull him tighter as he stroked their back, trying to reassure them that he was still alive and with them. “Then you came along, and I allowed myself to think outside of the war and even now with the idea of Pabu, the thought is even stronger. We could live a normal life, and as selfish as it is I would die a thousand deaths before I could ever watch your own.”

“Tech-”

“I know it’s selfish and unfair to you, but at that moment I thought what I was doing was right. I see that, even though I would do it again in a heartbeat if it meant keeping you safe, it isn’t fair to you, and I am very sorry.”

“No more Plan 99.” They mumbled, pulling away slightly, just enough so they could make eye contact. He found himself trapped in their glance, just as he had been the first time they had met and there was a flashing thought that the rail car could’ve been their last moments together. That they could have watched him die, helplessly.

“Promise me, no more Plan 99. Even if it’s to save me, especially if it’s to save me.”

“What if-”

“No more, what if’s, Tech. We get Crosshair back and that’s it. No more Plan 99’s.” They begged ever so softly. He sighed and gently cupped their cheek.

“No more, I promise.” He murmured, sealing his promise with a soft kiss.

[apocalyp-tech-a]

Almost a year has passed since Order 66. Tech finally gets some information about you from Romar as you run into an old friend from the Jedi Temple who gives you a much needed dose of reality while on a mission for the Grand Inquisitor.

[milf-murdock]

I See Red (Part 2)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x 141!Reader

Read part 1 here

Summary: A tech expert lends her expertise to the 141 for a mission. It’s not her fault that she’s tall, beautiful, and perfect. But it is her fault that she can’t keep her goddamn hands to herself. How else are you supposed to react when you walk in to find her lips on your Ghost?   Warnings: allusions to cheating, manhandling (I mean, there’s just so much man to handle…oh and also he throws reader over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes), angst, fluff, fluff, fluff, illusions to smut at the end but nothing specific (womp womp I knoooow) A/N: The happy ending Simon deserves after such a frightful misunderstanding. Poor bb is having such a rough day :(

Simon finds you pacing your room, footsteps leaving a veritable trail as you strut from end to end in the confined space. 

One of the benefits to being a high-ranking member on an elite task force? You get your own room. It’s not much,  barely enough room for a simple cot and a few tactical furniture pieces for storage, but it’s private. And right now, you’re quite thankful for the privacy, not wanting all of your business to be aired out in front of the whole squad. 

“How could you, Simon?” Your hurt is palpable, and Simon’s heart constricts at the sound. He never wanted to be the reason for your pain. 

“Listen, it wasn’t what it looked like,” Simon starts before you interrupt him. 

“No??” You scoff. “So she wasn’t kissing you? She didn’t have your mask up? She hasn’t been flirting with you nonstop over the last two fucking weeks then?” You rattled off each allegation, your volume increasing with every accusation you spit at him. 

Despite your best attempts to prevent it, you feel the tell-tale prickling sensation of tears forming in your eyes. You will them to stay put. The last thing you want is to look even more pitiful and pathetic than you already feel. 

Simon’s chest aches as he sees the tears glisten in your eyes, a culmination of your hurt. He pulls his mask off over his head, hoping you can see the sincerity in his face. 

“It wasn’t like that,” he tries to explain. “She kissed me. I would never do that you, sweetheart.” 

“So I’m supposed to believe that you don’t care about gorgeous, voluptuous women with beautiful red hair who fawn over your every move?” Your gaze hardens as you hurl the accusation at his feet. 

Simon is at a loss or words. He hadn’t given Bex a second thought once she showed up. Hadn’t thought anything more than that she must be good at her job for Price to have brought her on board. 

The sea of confusion threatens to overwhelm Simon as he struggles to keep his head above water. Throw him on a high stakes mission anytime—hell, throw him directly into enemy combat over this. His head is spinning. How did all of this happen?  First, the kiss from hell that came out of nowhere, then this wave of jealousy from you. Simon makes the connection as soon as the thoughts flow through his mind. This has to have been the root of your foul mood over the last two weeks, the reason behind your snarky comments and bitter conversations. 

Misinterpreting his stunned silence, you let out a bitter laugh. “I thought so. You know what? Fuck this. I don’t need this. Just…” you inhale sharply. “Just go back to her.” 

A lead weight drops into Simon’s stomach. “No.” The word is barely more than a whisper. He feels like the floor is being yanked out from under him. His world is spinning. No. He thinks to himself. Not you. He can’t lose you. 

He closes the space between you in two strides, hands curling around your wrists in desperation, eyes pleading. “Listen. To. Me.” His staccato words are accentuated with his firm, but gentle, grip. “Please.” 

You avoid his eyes, knowing those deep chocolate orbs would have you folding in an instant. 

“No,” you spit out. “I don’t want to hear it.” 

You tug yourself free from his grasp and turn to the door, ripping it open and stepping into the cold air. 

Like hell was Ghost going to let you walk away from this. 

You make it all of five steps from the door in the time it takes Ghost to come to his senses and high tail it after you. Without another thought, he reaches forward and grabs both your legs right out from under you, hoisting you over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. 

“Ghost!” You shriek, unable to hold back your shock. A laugh bubbles up from inside you at the pure absurdity of the movement. “What the hell are you doing?” 

“Making you fucking listen for once in your life,” Ghost grunts as he hauls you back into the room, tossing you onto your bed. 

The mattress sinks beneath his weight as he sits next to you, his face taking on a serious expression. He reaches for your hands, his own mammoth hands swallowing yours whole. The motion sobers you, all humor from the previous moments erased. 

“Ya know I’m not one for speeches, but I’ve got something important to say. And you’re going to bloody listen, got it?” 

He takes your silence as approval to keep going. 

“I swear to you, I didn’t kiss her, alright? She pulled up my mask and kissed me before I could even register what was happening. You have to believe me—I would never do that to you.  I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you like that.” He swallows hard as it dawns on him just how close he came to that being his reality. He fears he almost lost you for good.

“And to answer your question from earlier, no. I’ve never thought of her like that. Not once. I haven’t thought of anyone else like that. Not since I first saw you all those years ago. You remember?”

You shake your head. “Of course not, Simon. It was like three years ago.”

“Not to me. To me, it feels like it was yesterday. When I saw you hop off that helo, I knew I was done in. Fucking hell, I said. From the moment I saw your face, I was a goner.” 

His hands drop your own as he reaches up to cup your face. You say nothing, but you don’t pull away from him either. And for Ghost, that’s enough. 

“You mean everything to me. Everything. I trust you with my life on the battle field. I trust you with my innermost thoughts and feelings in here, when it’s just you and me. Can’t you trust me in the same way?” 

A feeling of shame washes over you and you lower your gaze. The realization dawns on you, you hadn’t even given him a chance to explain. Remorse pools in your gut. 

“How could I possibly be thinking of another woman, when I spent every waking minute of my day thinking about you, thinking about us, thinking about our future together?”

At that, your eyes glance up to meet his. “A future?” 

The corner of Simon’s mouth tugs upwards in a coy smile. “Well, yeah. If that’s the kind of thing you want.” 

You sigh deeply, feeling every last ounce of fight drain from your body. 

“I’m so sorry, Si,” you whisper in the space between your bodies. “I should have given you a chance to explain.”

Simon doesn’t have words to explain the relief that floods his body as you lean forward, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and hold you close to him. 

“S’okay,” he mutters. “If I had walked in on some bloke kissing you, I’d be snapping his neck before asking a single question from you.” 

At that, you chuckle against his broad chest. “Well, that makes me feel better about my reaction then.” You pull back only slightly to offer him a soft smile. “I really am sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” Simon presses his lips to your temple and savors the moment before adding, “Besides, I like seeing your jealous side. It’s kinda hot.” 

“Oh yeah?” You tease, sitting up and popping one leg over Simon’s lap to straddle him. “How hot?” 

“Fucking hell woman,” Simon groans with a playful roll of his eyes. “You’ll be the fucking death of me.” 

“S’that so?” You shamelessly plant open mouthed kisses along his chiseled jaw, down his exposed throat. With fluid, practiced movements, you slide off the bed and come to your knees in front of him. “Least you’ll die a happy man,” you smirk before unbuttoning his trousers and showing Simon just how well and truly sorry you are. 

Epilogue(ish):

Bex is on the first flight out the next day. The laptop was decrypted and the short-term mission accomplished, so there’s really no reason for her to stay any longer. And, of course, there’s the lingering threat of potentially losing some beloved limbs at the hands of one furious Ghost. On top of that, Bex isn’t entirely positive that you won’t come seek your own type of revenge for touching what clearly, definitively belongs to you. And she quite likes the idea of staying alive. 

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TBB x Gender-neutral Reader (Extended) HCs – Lost Something? Part 2/3/4/5

(Echo/Wrecker/Tech/Crosshair)

Warnings: Partly Slightly Suggestive/Mostly Fluff/Tiny Bit Angsty

This is the continuation of this request:

Reader stole the batcher's weapon. Let's see how they get it back.

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Echo

Echo runs through the Marauders like a startled chicken, followed by the confused looks of his team. "Has anyone seen my blaster?" Hunter, who is putting on his gloves, looks over at him. "You lost your blaster?" Echo sighs annoyed and says, "No I haven't" Wrecker says with a raised eyebrow, "But you can't find it" "Yeah" Tech shrugs his shoulders without looking up from his holopad and says, "Sounds to me like you lost it" Echo waves it off in annoyance and insists, "No I haven't. I never lose parts of my equipment" It annoys him that he doesn't know where his blaster is, he was sure he'd left it with the rest of his gear when he went to bed that night and he says so. Crosshair leans out of his bunk, rolling a toothpick from one corner of his mouth to the other before saying. "You didn't go to bed alone last night I take it"

Echo's ears turn red. He pauses briefly in his movement, then turns to the Sniper. "What makes you think that?" Crosshair smirks, takes the toothpick out of his mouth and says, "You were alone on the Marauder for most of the night, I assume you took advantage of that fact." Wrecker asked excitedly, "Ooooh, Echo has a lover? Instead of answering, Echo rushes out of the room, locks himself in the cockpit and immediately starts a holo-call. His heart is pounding in his throat as your face appears on the holo, not just because he's upset and excited, the sight of you alone is enough to raise his pulse. "Took you long enough," you say with a cheeky smile. "You've got my blaster" It's not a question, it's a statement. Inwardly, he's annoyed that Crosshair thought of it before him. You lift the blaster into the holo for him to see. Echo lets out a deep sigh, relieved, a little annoyed. "I need it back," he says sternly.

You smile unperturbed and say, "I thought so. Then come and get it" "But-" You hang up before he can finish the sentence. A little stunned, Echo stares at the spot where the holo with your face used to be. When Echo comes out of the cockpit, he literally stomps through the main room towards the ramp. Hunter asks him cautiously, "Where are you going?" "Spanking someone's ass," Echo growls. "Kinky." Echo's eyes spark as he snaps, "Shut Up, Crosshair" The Sniper leans back in his bunk, unimpressed, chuckling softly.

You've been out all day, had some things to do. Echo didn't try to call again. But as you land your shuttle at the usual landing spot and open your ramp, you hear his footsteps on the ramp and in the ship before you even leave the cockpit.

He stops in the doorway to the cockpit, his gaze so serious and stony that at first you can't help but gulp. After a few seconds, you find your voice again. "Have you been waiting on the landing pad all day?" "Yes" The answer is very curt, a little abrupt. He stretches out his remaining hand, challenging you with a steely gaze. You feel yourself shrinking under his gaze as you pull out the blaster and place it in his hand. Echo holsters the weapon directly, still staring at you. "I should spank your behind" You say cheekily, "Okay. Do you want me to take my clothes off first?" Echo raises a brow in confusion, but he doesn't stop you from unbuttoning your flight suit. "Somehow I imagined it would be different," he says, a little beside himself. "Disappointed? Should I stop?" Echo licks his lips and shakes his head.

"Uh, no it's okay, we'll see where this takes us" You laugh softly, kiss his heated cheek and say, "Well, I was hoping to my bunk"

Wrecker

It's a beautiful evening. The weather is warm, but not too hot. The dinner was delicious, and the atmosphere great. A perfect moment to pass the time with Wrecker. The nice thing about Wrecker is that he's up for any kind of nonsense and is anything but a party pooper. You've been fooling around for a while now. You've managed to take his blaster out of its holster and to get it back, Wrecker has been chasing you around the massive dining table on one of the terraces on Pabuu for a few minutes now. The others have long since left the scene, some laughing or grinning, others (Crosshair) rolling their eyes. You giggle happily and change direction every time he tries to trick you. A little out of breath, you tell him, "I won't make it that easy for you!" Wrecker lets out a cheerful laugh that almost sounds like thunder. "I'll get you one way or another, just wait and see" As he changes direction again, you do the same, squealing happily.

"We'll see about that," you answer cheekily. You have to hand it to Wrecker, as impatient as he sometimes is, when it comes to fun and games, he usually has the patience of an angel. You've been running around for so long, your lungs are starting to burn, your faces are flushed with exertion, but you both grin happily when your eyes meet. But then something happens that you don't expect. With a cheerful exclamation, Wrecker grabs the massive table and throws it behind him, removing the barrier between the two of you. He suddenly stands very close to you and grins down at you. You look up at him, still holding his blaster. "Told you I'd get you," he says, amused. "What the hell.... what happened to my table?" You both look to the side, startled, to where an exasperated Phee crosses her slender arms in front of her chest. "Uh," Wrecker begins, "We were just fooling around a bit."

Phee rolls her eyes and asks, "And you had to destroy my table to do that? Who's going to replace it for me?" A sigh is heard from the other direction, followed shortly by Hunter's unmistakable voice. "Wrecker. Care to explain that to me?" The giant shrugs his shoulders and says with a sweeping gesture, "We were fooling around and then things went off the rails" "So nothing new," Hunter sighs, "Do me a favor and go fool around somewhere you can't destroy anything" You look at Wrecker and ask, "Beach?" Wrecker grins broadly at you. "Beach!" he confirms, nodding and running after you. Phee and Hunter look after you both. The squad leader sighs again, whereupon Phee says amusedly, "Those two will be your downfall one day" Hunter laughs softly, "I know"

Tech

Tech is obsessively rummaging through his things in his bunk. "That's not possible..." Crosshair has been watching his brother in silence for a while now, but finally asks, "Did you lose something?" Tech grinds his teeth before answering, "My blasters are gone" Crosshair frowns. "Both of them?" "Both of them," Tech confirms, vigorously adjusting his goggles. "You're a slob, I wouldn't find anything in this mess either," the Sniper grumbles dryly. Tech takes a deep breath, straightens up and looks at his brother seriously. "I'm not a slob," he replies critically "Yes you are, you're a total slob, you hardly ever put anything away. Your bunk looks like a garbage dump" Tech touches his forehead as if he has a headache, then raises his finger in the air and says, "I don't need order to find my way around. I don't have to obsessively tidy everything like you do, no matter how messy my stuff and my bunk are, I always know exactly where my stuff is" Crosshair smirks and teases, "Then you certainly know where your blasters are"

Tech's ears turn red, he turns away and rummages around in his bunk for a while, sighing again and again in frustration. "Didn't you have a visitor yesterday?" Crosshair asks meaningfully. Tech turns back to him. "Yes, I did have a visitor. And?" Crosshair shrugs his shoulders suggestively. "If the blasters are suddenly gone, maybe someone took them." Tech frowns. "No, that can't be. They wouldn't do that. Why would they do that?" Crosshair shrugs again, leans back in his bunk and says, "How should I know? It's not my love interest." With a bright red head, Tech leaves the Marauder to make his way to you.

You are looking out of your window when you see him walking across the courtyard. He seems to be deep in thought and keeps shaking his head. You smile, apparently he has noticed that his blasters are missing. Shortly afterwards, you hear your doorbell ring. Tech keeps his finger on the bell for longer than necessary, a very energetic ring. You press the door opener without using the intercom. When he arrives at your apartment, he has already raised his finger. "How many times do I have to tell you not to just press the door opener? You have to make sure who's at the door, it's dangerous!" You say calmly, "I saw you at the window. But it's sweet that you're worried about me" Tech sighs softly, straightens his shoulders and straightens up a little. "I'd like my blasters back" "That's what I thought. But I want something in return" Tech frowns and asks, "So you stole my blasters to extort something from me?"

Now you frown, "Well, when you put it like that, it sounds so crude and unromantic" His eyebrows move upwards in surprise. He asks confused, "Stealing my blasters was a romantic gesture?" You laugh softly and say as warmth rises in your cheeks, "I was going to ask for some of those sweet kisses you gave me yesterday in exchange" The corners of Tech's mouth twitch, his ears turn red, and he nervously shuffles his foot on the floor. "I only gave you one kiss yesterday. That was our first kiss," he corrects. When he thinks about it, his pulse starts to race again, his heart beats wildly and his body is suddenly filled with this incredible lightness again. "That's right. But now I want more," you say, biting your lower lip. Tech, steps closer and says, "A kiss for every blaster?" "Two per blaster," you say hastily, your ears already glowing hot and your puls racing through you. Tech smirks. "Okay, I think we can do that"

Crosshair

"No" "But-" "No," the Sniper repeats seriously, "This is not a weapon for beginners. You'll learn with the training rifle first and when I think you're ready, I might let you shoot with the Firepuncher" You sigh and roll your eyes. He has just turned his back to you and is putting the training gun away, but still he says, "Stop rolling your eyes. You're learning from me because I'm the professional, so trust my judgment too" "You're stupid," you say, pouting. Crosshair chuckles softly, turns to you and asks, "Then why do you keep coming here to train with me?" You point at his gun and say, "Because I want to shoot that thing someday" His eyebrows move upwards, and he asks, "So you only come here for the Firepuncher?" You shrug your shoulders and say cheekily, "Mostly" "You're a bad liar," Crosshair says, amused. You laugh and ask, "Why? What do you think I came here for?" Crosshair spreads his arms and strikes a pose. "To use my brother's words - isn't it obvious?..."

"You think I'm here for you?" you ask with a grin, "Well, maybe a little, but I think the Firepuncher is hotter" Crosshair laughs and continues packing. "Can't say I blame you" You watch him pack up the gear, then you hear his brother call out to him from the shuttle. "Excuse me a moment," Crosshair says, and disappears up the ramp inside. Your eyes fall on the case with the Firepuncher. You can't help yourself, you can't resist. You open the case, grab the gun and close the case again. You know he'll be angry, but the temptation is just too powerful.

When Crosshair comes out again and sees that you've already left, he sighs softly. He likes your visits, likes talking to you. Whenever you part ways, he feels a certain longing to have you with him for longer. He comforts himself with the thought that you will come back, if only because of the Firpuncher. He smiles and reaches for his weapon case, but his smile freezes. The case is clearly too light. He hastily puts the case back down and opens it. Empty. "You lousy little..." With a growl, the Sniper sets off. He already suspects where you might be.

The rifle is heavier than you expected, just aiming it properly is a challenge. "Maybe I should lie down," you mutter quietly to yourself. "And pull your pants down while you're at it, so I can spank your ass!" Crosshair's smoky voice startles you so much that you hastily turn around with an already embarrassingly high-pitched yelp and drop the gun on the grass. You stumble backwards as he comes towards you and almost fall, but the Sniper grabs the collar of your jacket just in time to hold you steady. "Not only are you stealing my gun, now you're dropping it!" "Not on purpose!" you say hurriedly and adjust your jacket as he lets go of you with a snort. His serious eyes bore into yours, and you don't even dare to blink for a long moment. Cautiously, you ask him, "How upset are you?" Crosshair crosses his arms in front of his chest and sighs heavily. "Very, to say the least." You smile wryly and say, "But you stopped me from falling down, so you don't hate me too much" He rolls his eyes, unknots his arms and picks up the Firepuncher from the grass. "Lie down," he grumbles. "What?" you ask, perplexed.

Impatiently, he snaps his fingers repeatedly and grumbles, "Do you want to learn something or not?" You hastily lie down on your stomach in the grass, Crosshair lies down next to you, presses the rifle into your hands and shows you how to use it properly. "How did you actually find me?" you want to know. Crosshair snorts softly and says almost gently, "This is where we practiced for the first time." "You remember that?" He rolls his eyes and says, "I never forget anything" You take a few practice shots and it goes well. Satisfied, you turn your head in his direction and smile. His expression doesn't say much, but he says, "Not bad for an amateur" As you look at him a little longer, studying the lines on his face, unable to help but admire his face, Crosshair suddenly snaps, "Stop staring at me like a love-struck dove, look at your target" As you hurriedly look forward again, your ears getting hot, a smile twitches at the corners of his mouth. He likes you too, very much so, but he won't tell you anytime soon.

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Heated ~ pt.25

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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake. 

Warnings: literally 11.6k of smut. #imnotsorry Dom!Crosshair, Dom!Tech, Soft!Hunter, Dom!Hunter, Soft!Wrecker, mating rituals, about dynamics, smut smut smut, and more smut, actually filth, I need to go to repent, biting, mentions of blood, aftercare is important...Anal.... hehe.

Announcement: I'm actually so sad to be writing this, but there's only going to be one more installation after this chapter. Ahhh it's been a ride, I started writing this halfway through season three and I miss the boys everyday. I just wanted to say that I'm so thankful for everyone and this community you guys all make my day everyday. I love interacting with you all and I appreciate it so much. I will be continuing to write so please submit anything your interested in my writing about (no matter for debauched) (no shame on my page bb) I'd love to get your requests for literally anything. Anyways, enjoy my friends and I can't wait to finish up pip's journey.

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Hunter held your hand as you two walked back inside the monastery. Your entire nervous system was beginning to finally settle, feeling his warm skin against your own. All you ever wanted was your alphas with you. You didn’t want to ever fight with Hunter ever again. 

When you made it back to the main hall, Tech and Wrecker were waiting eagerly where you left them, only to become even more excited at seeing you reconciling with Hunter. Wrecker practically threw the table aside to pick you up again and swing you around like his Lula.

You barked feeling him squish you and you vaguely heard Tech begging him to be gentle with you. When he set you down, Tech gently brought you into his chest pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as a silent apology for earlier. It was obvious they didn’t want to fight with you either. 

“Good to see you’re finally seeing things correctly.” Crosshair’s signature drawl made Hunter look up from where he stood.

Hunter scowled, “It was a lot to process all at once.” He couldn’t let his little brother challenge his ego. You had to stifle a giggle. 

Crosshair scoffed before smirking and looking down at you, “Told you.” 

You rolled your eyes playfully leaving the other three miffed. They had no clue as to what Crosshair was referring to. 

“Y/N! Can you come here and take a look at this?” Rex called to you from the center of the room. 

You trotted over to him settling to his left, “What’s up?” 

“We’ve been trying to make sense of this all night but we don’t know what it means.” Rex pulled up the hard drive from the holodisk. 

“It’s medical jargon and obviously that isn’t our speciality.” A Commander you didn’t recognize said from the other side of the table. He looked exhausted with sunken in eyes. His tattoos over his right eye was unfamiliar to you. 

Hunter’s voice cut in, “Well you’re in luck, Pip graduated top of her class from the Coruscant school of medicine.” 

You nodded feeling a little flushed at his nonchalant bragging. 

You took over the controls from Rex and started reading through the reports. 

The further you read, the more your eyes widened and your heart began to race from excitement. 

“What is it, Y/N?” Wrecker asked noting the way your body language changed suddenly.

You shook your head, “I can’t believe it…” 

Everyone stared at you. 

You looked up to face Rex and the other Commanders around the table, “Nala Se gave me the instructions on how to reverse the accelerated aging in clones.” 

Wrecker’s jaw nearly hit the floor. 

Tech pushed up his goggles and looked over your shoulder, “You mean to tell us that there is a way to alter the genetic structure in fully developed clone specimens?” 

You nodded and tilted your head up to look at your alpha, “Yeah. With this, you all could live very long healthy lives just like the nat-borns.” 

Everyone took a healthy pause taking in this information. You continued reading through the research along with Nala Se’s personal notes. This was a step by step in altering their genome.

Rex then turned to look at you, “What do you need in order to do this?” 

Hunter stepped forwards with a hand raised, “Wait a minute, I promised my mate she’s out of the fight. Rex, I know this is important but she’s already been through too much. I need to take her away from all of this. I have to keep her safe from the empire.” 

You stood up on your tip toes, “Wait! I know what I said, but if you’re right about this green place, what if we set up the homestead there and I can work on the research and be safe. There’s no reason why Rex couldn’t come to check-in.” You looked to your alpha, “Please Hunter. I would give anything to make sure I can spend the rest of my natural lifespan with you all.” 

“Is she talking about the planet in the outer rim?” Rex asked. 

Hunter nodded. 

Tech then looked up from his data pad, “There is ample room on the unmarked planet. We can build her a laboratory for her to conduct her research, and any of the clones who wish to live with us most certainly can. We can’t possibly be the only ones wanting to escape this war now that we have an opportunity.” 

You heard a few clones in the background agree. You knew the ones mated on Naboo would be more inclined to keep their omegas safe in a secure location far from the empire’s reaches. 

“It sounds like a plan to me.” Rex agreed, “Tiny, what supplies do you need to complete something like this?”

You looked to Rex and then to Tech, “It’s going to start with a trip to Bracca…”

~

“Seven standard rotations.” Rex confirmed setting his chronometer to align with Tech’s. 

“I will send you the coordinates in a scrambled hex code once we arrive. We will be awaiting the supply vessels.” Tech looked to Rex,  “And due take the time to ensure everything on that list is onboard, we will be needing construction droids if we wish to build a larger scale community assuming you’ll be bringing the refugees.” Tech rattled on about the list you had drawn up. 

You tightened the jacket on one of your old uniforms as the boys loaded up the Marauder with all the supplies you’d need for the week on this new unmarked plant before Rex would be arriving. 

According to Hunter it rained often there, so you made sure your GAR issued uniforms were up to par for the weather ahead.

You counted the medical supplies along with enough rations to keep you all fed. 

Crosshair handed you a gun along with the side holster they had made for you all those moons ago. You slid into the leather straps and secured the belt around your waist. 

“How many rotations until we get to the coordinates?” You asked Hunter. 

“Two.” He kissed your cheek before grabbing another box of supplies. 

“Gonk! Gonk!” 

You squealed, “Gonky!” 

Wrecker carried the droid from the base’s charging port onboard making sure he was fully charged to keep you all comfortable on reserve energy for the next few days. 

You felt a tap on your shoulder and you spun around to be face to face with Commander Wolffe, “You better take care of those guys, alright little omega?” He smiled. 

You nodded dutifully, “You’re going to be coming too right?” 

He shrugged, “Unsure, I’ll meet you out there after the seven rotations to help get everything settled, but I think my fight might be with Rex. I can’t rest until I know all of our brothers are safe.” 

You nodded, “Well if that’s the case, can you do something special for me?” 

He raised a brow. 

“There’s a medic named Kix. Rex said he went missing before the end of the war. He was my only friend for a while during my first few days with the 501st. Can you please try to find him for me?” 

Wolffe nodded, “I’ll try my best.” 

“Thank you.” You smiled touching his shoulder. 

“You don’t get to leave without saying bye to us!” Bolt and Stunner came jogging over to tackle you with a hug. 

“Me too kid.” Grim walked up throwing himself on top making you giggle. 

“I thought you all were coming too!” 

“We are!” Stunner stood up, “But we gotta pick up all your things first!” 

“It’s only seven days!” 

Bolts shook his head, “Too long kid. We’re pack now!” 

“Huh?” You looked to Wolffe. 

He just closed his eyes and shook his head with a sigh, “Don’t even get me started.” 

“These two decided so.” Grim gestured to Bolts and Stunner, they smiled, “So naturally we all agreed.” 

You felt giddy, “Well thank you, and I look forward to seeing you all very soon.” 

They left you to make your way back to the Marauder to make your departure. 

As you crossed the landing platform, you saw Howzer speaking with some other soldiers. You felt your stomach drop slightly anticipating a disapproving glare, but you were surprised and relived to see him give you a friendly nod. You repeated the action watching his return to him conversation, leaving you climb the rest of the stairs to the Marauder and into your old quarters. 

Once inside you looked around suddenly feeling home. You breathed in the stinky air happy to feel something normal again. 

“The smell came back.” Echo groused. 

“I love it.” You sighed settling into your jump seat. 

He looked at you horrified but opted to ignore it while getting comfortable in the co-pilot seat. 

“I just finished crosscheck, we’re ready for takeoff.” Tech announced walking into the main galley. 

He placed a kiss on your cheek as he passed before finding his way into the pilot’s chair. 

Hunter pointed to the hatch, “Wrecker, shut the door and let’s get a move on.” 

Wrecker walked to the door hitting the locking mechanism. 

Crosshair came to sit next to you in the other jump seat, securing your harness before fixing his own. Once everyone was seated and secured, Tech began the take off sequence. You’ve never been more excited to hear the engines of the ship start up and that familiar rumble vibrate through the cabin. 

As the Marauder pulled away from the monastery, you watched the pink Teth skies turn into deep blackness as Tech flew you all through the planet’s atmosphere. 

“Almost at hyperspace cruising altitude.” He said steering the ship expertly to the hyperspace lanes. Once in place, he pushed the hyperspace lever sending the ship hurtling through the galaxy at high speed. 

You all jolted at the acceleration before the ship leveled out and you were cruising smoothly through empty space. 

You were giddy. For the past few hours the only thing you could think of was the green place. You hoped it was lush like Kaashyykk. 

Your daydreams were taking over you didn’t even register that Hunter was talking to you. 

“Mesh’la.” He said getting your attention. 

You looked up with wide eyes. 

Echo suddenly stood up, “I’m sure you all have a lot to catch up on,” grabbing a ration pack he headed for the back of the ship, “I gotta check something in the hyperdrive.” 

You watched him leave before turning back to your alphas with a questioning look. 

“Hunter asked what you were thinking about?” Crosshair repeated drawing little lines on your pant leg. You shivered as he teased his finger higher periodically. 

You were starting to feel something warm and low vibrating through the bond. 

You looked up to Hunter, “I was imagining what the green place looks like.” 

He smiled crossing his arms facing you. 

Wrecker cut in, “It’s beautiful Mesh’la, just like you!” 

“Awh, Wreck.” You smiled. 

“But thats not all that I, we, wanted to ask you.” Hunter looked to Tech. 

You looked at him with peaked interest. 

“We want to ask you how you feel about completing the bonds before we reach Zyphora.” Hunter said, his voice deepening. 

You felt the heat start to grow through the bonds, they were growing more turned on by the second. You too could feel your scent glands heating and radiating your pheromones through the air. 

“Y-You want to mate?” You stuttered feeling the heat in your cheeks and the hope rising in your chest.

Hunter smirked and tilted his head playfully. 

You noticed Wrecker’s sweet gaze and Tech’s heady eyes boring into you that sent a shiver down your entire body.

Crosshair interjected, “Right now?” 

Tech narrowed his eyes at his brother, “Problem?” 

Crosshair just looked at his twin, “It might be a little overstimulating for her having all three of you bite her.” He explained.

“Why is that?” Hunter challenged. That jealousy must be a genetic trait at this point.

Crosshair petted your knee, “She was so far into subspace when it happened.” He looked at you, “Just don’t bite her all at once.” 

Ever the protector. 

You looked back up at him questionably, “What’s subspace?” 

He smirked tugging at your lower lip with his thumb, “It means you’re so cock dumb you’re barely coherent.” 

Your face flushed immediately at his lewd wording. You heard Hunter chuckle darkly. 

Tech clarified, “That’s not the exact definition.” 

“She gets the point.” He wet his lip looking down at yours still under his thumb. 

“Is that alright with you Mesh’la?” Hunter softened his eyes getting your attention back on him, “Are you ready for that?” 

You took a deep breath trying to still your now racing heart, “Are you?” You could feel the wetness starting to gather in your panties. The heat uin the bond was starting to become unbearable, the simmering turning to boiling.

He chuckled, “You’re the only one for us ad’ika.” 

They nodded in agreement. 

You nodded too, “Then yes. I’m ready to be mated, Hunter.” 

You wish you had a recording of the look Hunter gave you. The adoration in his grey eyes made your insides flutter. 

“Aw yeah!” Wrecker flew up from his seat to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder bouncing you a few times making you squeal. 

“Okay, Wrek easy with her.” Hunter chastised standing up. 

Crosshair stood plucking the toothpick from his mouth and pointed it at his three brothers, “So how does this work. If one of you looses it, and tries to overwhelm her with a bite, I’m stunning you.” 

Tech stepped forwards, “I have a plan but we all have to agree.” 

Everyone looked to the analyst, “We go in age order, just like we agreed to months ago. We haven’t all been together since Mimban, so we’ll have to remember to stay in control if this is to work. We’ll give pip enough time to recover in between so she’s not overwhelmed.” He looked to Crosshair to make sure he was in approval. Crosshair gave him a pensive nod.  

“So then, Hunter first?” Wrecker asked squeezing your ass. You used your hands to perch yourself up on Wrecker’s shoulder blades to look at the others. 

Crosshair still looked a little hesitant and unsure. 

Hunter looked to his little brother, “Don’t worry Cross, we’ll be sweet with her.” He looked to you with a devilish smirk, “Right mesh’la?”

You fought back the whimper that threatened to escape your throat, but you couldn’t fight the pulsing in your core that nearly crumbled your resolve. Wrecker seemed to pick up on it and massaged the backs of your thighs making you even weaker under his strong hands. 

“Alright, since everything is settled.” Tech gestured for Wrecker to set you down. He gave your ass a loud spank before setting you down on the ship’s durasteel floor. 

You stood on wobbly feet letting Hunter steady you while Crosshair and Wrecker disappeared into the bunk to set up the mattresses again.

“C’mon Mesh’la.” Hunter placed his firm hands on your shoulders steering you into your old bunk. 

When the doors slid open to find the mattresses all pushed against one another just like on Mimban, you shuddered at the memory of all of their hands on you and the feeling of being knotted over and over for days on end and the delicious delirium that accompanies those memories. 

Crosshair coughed feeling the heat in his own face. He looked up at you with a playful look making you hide your own smile. He definitely saw that one through the bond.

Hunter spun you around to press a sudden kiss to your lips knocking the wind out of you. Then it was like something snapped inside you. The scents of all of your alphas in one location again was making you absolutely feral with need.

Without breaking the kiss, you started to scramble to remove Hunter’s armor, “Off,” You mumbled into his mouth reading for his shoulder latches to unclip the chest plates. 

“Someone’s eager.” Crosshair chuckled starting to remove his shirt and tossed it to the side before plopping down on the mattress to watch as his other brother started stripping. The sniper placed his blaster to the side with the switch set to stun just incase. 

Piece after piece began to fall to the ground in disgruntled piles as you continues to make out with Hunter practically tearing his clothing off. As much as you loved that teal henley you wanted to tear the offending thing to shreds.

Tech dimmed the lights inside the bunk as you pulled on his shirt revealing Hunter’s beautiful tanned and tattooed chest. You broke away to admire your sergeant as he pulled the fabric the rest of the way over his head before tossing into the pile with Crosshair’s. You audibly sighed before launching forwards to run your hands greedily over his entire smooth chest feeling every ridge of sinew muscle. 

Hunter started on his burgundy wrist wraps removing the material seductively slow, while your hands traveled south to start working on his leather holsters. 

“You all wear too much clothing.” You growled unclasping the weapons and letting them fall to the ground. 

They all chuckled at that knowing you were telling the truth. 

Then you attacked the closure of his pants. You remembered buying him these pants on Ord Mantell. You bought them because they made his ass look fantastic. You pulled the khaki colored fabric down revealing his black under clothes and the hardened length begging to be freed. 

You didn’t hesitate yanking them down to reveal his rock hard cock making both of you groan as you firmly grasped him and began pumping slowly to relieve the pressure you knew he must have been feeling. 

Then you felt hands on your back making their way down to your waist and you knew it was Tech from the feel of his fingers. 

First he peeled off your jacket forcing you to release Hunter making you whine as Hunter then moved to dispose of the remaining pants and boots situation. 

“I get to warm you up, little one.” Tech whispered in your ear making you shudder. 

He pulled at your shirt throwing it into the pile before he saddled up behind you and began removing your holster and pants too. His sensual hands traveled down your thigh and belly to release the clasp holding the leather around your leg before slipping the rest of the material from your waist. 

The other hand undid your pant button before pulling down the zipper frustratingly slow. Then his lithe fingers slid underneath the waist hand of your panties tracing small lines into your skin but not hitting the spot you really wanted him to go. Such a tease.

You squirmed into him, feeling the hardness of his cock underneath his boxers as well. 

Tech then used his hands to yank down your pants while Hunter pulled off your boots one by one. Together hey liberated you from the rest of your clothes except your little panties. 

Crosshair gave a satisfied groan as he settled into the mattress having to readjust his own cargos to be more comfortable, “Take it off Tech!” He drawled from the side. 

Your hands went behind you to rest against Tech’s thighs as his hands went to the thin waist band of the barely there material. 

You looked up to see Hunter’s hungry stare along with Wrecker’s, watching you from the center of the room. 

You struggled to breathe as Tech’s skilled fingers looped inside the band teasing everyone slightly by tugging on it playfully. 

“Tech!” You whined feeling the material teasing your frustrated clit making you pant. 

“Rip it off.” Hunter ordered with a husky voice that made you drip between your thighs. 

Tech leaned forwards and bent down to nuzzle your ear, “Yes, sarge.” 

In a flash, your panties were snapped in two as the offending material remained in Tech’s hands, “For Cross.” He tossed them at his twin who happily snatched them out of the air to keep with a sexy smile. 

Kark.

That kriffing panty snatcher.

You felt like you were going to faint if someone didn’t make you come soon. 

“Go to your alpha.” Tech smacked your butt, urging you forwards. 

You scrambled forwards not trusting your legs to hold you up as you practically threw yourself at Hunter. He happily brought you into his arms straddling you over his thin waist. 

He snaked his fingers through your hair and gripped the base tilting your head up for him to kiss again as you felt Tech settle in behind you pressing his sturdy weight onto your ass. 

“And I thought we’d need the lube.” Tech ran a finger up your folds making you squeal into Hunter’s mouth, “But our little omega is already soaked.” He settled into rubbing your clit which had you arching your back deeper into Hunter’s chest. 

“Fuck.” Crosshair bit out flopping onto his back with his arm thrown over his eyes. 

You all turned to look at him as he seemed to be feeling what you were feeling through the mate bond. 

“Interesting.” Tech said experimenting with various pressures to see the way you and Crosshair mirrored each other. 

“He can feel that through their mate bond?” Wrecker asked 

“It would appear so.” Tech analyzed while slipping a finger inside your sloppy hole making Crosshair thrust into the air. 

You mewled pushing your hips back into Tech while scooting backwards just enough to reach for Hunter’s boxers. You pulled down his waist band and leaned forwards to lick his tip making him buck and lean back to give you room. You worked down the fabric just a bit further so you could wrap your lips around his length before sinking down on him taking him inside your waiting mouth. 

“Fuck ‘mega.” Hunter growled fisting your hair to guide you along his length. 

Tech continued his ministrations adding a second finger before adding a third. 

“Good girl.” He began scissoring his fingers to open you up. 

You bobbed your head against Hunter taking him as deep as you could possibly go without choking. 

“Atta girl.” He praised rubbing your cheek feeling himself inside your mouth. You fluttered around Tech making the pilot scoff, “She likes that.” 

“Likes what?” Hunter asked with a teasing smirk and a head tilt. 

“A praise from her Sarge.” Crosshair gruffed trying to keep himself under control despite feeling your pleasure radiating through your shared bond. 

You squeezed Tech’s fingers again as he pulled out to your dismay. 

You and Crosshair took a deep breath feeling the pleasure dissipate and your bodies calm once again. You kept Hunter in your mouth until he decided he couldn’t wait any longer to claim you despite how good your heavenly mouth feels on him. 

Sitting up, Hunter pulled your greedy mouth away from his length before shifting you both around, until he had you pinned beneath him. You whined craving something in your mouth while Hunter spread your legs. 

Crosshair grumbled, “She wants your cock in her mouth.”

You looked at him shocked that he would know that. He just looked smug in return. The damn bond…

“Later, omega.” Hunter replied grabbing your chin and redirecting you to look at him, “Promised I’d be sweet with you, little one…You ready Mesh’la?” He asked lining himself up with your swollen and clenching core. 

“Yes alpha.” You nodded eagerly making him smile. 

He surged forwards slowly entering you with a slight stretch. Hunter was thick and you cried out as he bottomed out inside you. He bent forwards until he was leaning over you on his elbows caging you in under his firm muscular body, totally encircling you with his warmth. 

“Gonna make you mine ‘mega.” He grumbled into your skin.

You clung onto his biceps as he began a slow a gentle pace getting you warmed up to being fucked faster. 

You cried out feeling him drag along your needy walls feeling every ridge and bump of him as he started to pick up the pace. 

When he felt your cunt relax and finally adjust to his size, he sat up placing a hand on your belly as he thrusted quicker. You bounced on his cock and reached up to run your hands over his abs and tattoo loving the way his muscles flexed in order to fuck you. Hunter was so hot it made your mind turn to mush.

You loved his possessive hand on your belly, you could feel him rubbing even more intently inside you as he applied that delicious pressure.

Your cries and moans filled the room as the two of you brought one another true pleasure… but something was missing. 

You cracked your eyes open to see the way Crosshair leaned against the wall stroking himself trying to breathe through the sensations he was receiving. He locked eyes with you feeling your desires morph into something darker. 

Then you looked to Tech who leaned a shoulder against the wall next to Crosshair. He watched you with hawk eyes behind his goggles showing off his height and sinew muscles. 

You clenched around Hunter clawing at his abdomen making his growl and lean forwards to tend to you. You stuck out your neck and mewled just like you did with Crosshair trying to tempt him into biting you. The omega in you was beginning to beg to be claimed. You were starting to need it more than oxygen. You wanted Hunter to take you. Make true on his promise, and claim you. Make you his. 

He nuzzled the spot where he planned to sink his teeth in, teasing you. You whined and wrapped your arms around his neck to claw at his back trying to portray your desperation for him. 

“Please alpha!” You whimpered pushing your neck into his mouth.

He ignored you and continued to thrust rocking the two of you closer to completion, but you wanted more… You needed the hunter… The wildness only Hunter could channel. 

A new rebellious streak you didn’t entirely recognize with Hunter seemed to itching its way up your neck. 

Bratting was only something you did with Crosshair and Tech, but you couldn’t seem to help yourself. 

You huffed locking your legs around his waist to urge him to be rougher with you, but it wasn’t working. He was too responsible and he had promised Crosshair to be gentle… kark. 

You looked to Crosshair who shot you a challenging look. He raised a brow almost daring you to do something bad. 

You looked back to Hunter forcing him to look down at you. You brought your hand up to his cheek looking deeply into his eyes with affection. They were soft and full of love, but you ached to see that darker side of him you hadn’t seen since Mimban. 

It was becoming a need not a want. You wanted him to let go of his control. 

With a devilish smirk on your lip, he looked down at you almost confused, before the hand on his cheek went to his neck and you roughly flipped the two of you over with a thump. 

You pinned him by his neck before you started riding him with no abandon. Leaning down, you snagged his mating gland between your fangs making him snap at your attempt at dominating him. 

With a snarl, he ripped you off of him and threw you to the side before he flipped you onto your stomach where he barely pulled up your ass to mount you again. You felt the air press out of you from his weight and the slide of his cock punching inside you again. 

“Alpha!” You cried out taking his brutal thrusts with a satisfied shit eating grin on your face. 

“What a bad girl.” Crosshair chided with a smirk. You looked up at him. 

He just smirked and looked to Hunter, “Poor Sarge was trying to be sweet with you little girl, and this is how you thank him?” 

Tech raised a brow and crossed his arms, “Look at her. Smiling and all after being so ungrateful.” 

“Brat.” Crosshair watched his eldest brother absolutely fuck you into the mattress. 

“Brat.” Tech repeated in confirmation. 

Kark. 

The look on their faces told you they were conspiring. You were karked. 

Hunter however, leaned down to fist your hair and wrench your head up almost painfully, “Is that right Mesh’la? You want me to be rough with you? Fuck you like a disobedient little whore?” 

“Fuck!” You moaned at his lewd words. You felt yourself get even more wet making the squelching sound take over the room as Hunter abused your cunt. 

“Seems like she likes being fucked like a whore.” Tech smirked pushing up his glasses.

“Ahh!” You held onto the sheets for dear life, but Hunter grabbed both of your wrists and locked them behind your back in his firm fist and pulled you up so you were ass up as he pounded into you at a ridiculously hard pace. The sound of his muscular thighs slapping against your own was making your brain short circuit. 

“Ahh! Hunter!” You cried into the mattress feeling the uncontrollable drool start to wet the mattress under your face as you bit the sheets. 

“Now I see why Crosshair mated you.” Hunter snarled into the back of your neck, “Just can’t control yourself can you?” 

“Please Hunter!” You begged, you could feel yourself nearing the precipice but you just needed that last little bit of stimulation to get you there. 

“Tell him what you want, omega.” Tech ordered. 

You whimpered before turning your head to look at Hunter from the corner of your eye, “Please touch me alpha, please!” 

“I don’t think she deserves to cum.” Crosshair crossed his arms now standing next to his twin. 

You whipped your head around to look at him with pleading eyes. 

“Please!” You cried out, “I’ll be good I promise! I’m sorry!” 

“You’ll behave for Tech and Wrecker?” Crosshair raised a skeptical brow. 

You nodded your head vigorously hoping they’d take mercy on you. 

“Fuck I can smell you getting wetter mesh’la.” Hunter growled out pushing his nose into your hair and inhaling your scent like a fucking animal. He reached down sliding his fingers between your thighs, finding your clit and rubbing small precise circles. Hunter nearly choked when you clamped down on his throbbing cock with a vice like grip.

“Swear you’ll behave little one.” Crosshair reminded you. 

“I swear!” You cried out rutting into Hunter’s touch. 

Crosshair hummed and you were lost in Hunter’s presence again. Back before the events on Mimban, you had often fantasized about Hunter chasing you down in the woods. It was one of your favorite little late night fantasies.  Letting him unleash his true wild side and have his way with you like a little prey animal caught in the predator’s jaws. It always made you cum on your fingers without much effort.

You could feel Hunter slip into his alpha side as he yanked you up further and kicked your knees apart forcing you to spread and arch for him even more. He put you into the most submissive position for an omega, making you nearly cum on the spot. Fuck he was rough when he wanted to be.

“Hunter!” You yelped as he used his free hand to push your neck down into the mattress and holding you there as he stroked you impossibly deep with his throbbing cock like he was trying to breed you. You were certain he was reaching your cervix making you squirm. 

He growled and bent forwards snagging your unmarked shoulder gland with his fangs before leaning forwards and sinking his teeth in making you both groan. When the skin broke and the alpha’s venom began to seep in, your entire body spasmed with an explosive orgasm before going entirely lax under Hunter as the bond snapped into place with a blinding fire sensation. It wasn’t the same as bring under the influence of the SRA, but damn, did it feel like heaven. You were certain your ears were ringing as your body thrummed.  

The sergeant collapsed on top of you, blood dripping down his chin, still throbbing inside you as he pumped his cum deep inside your walls. 

You both sagged into the mattress still connected together trying to find yourselves. You purred as he pulled you into his chest wrapping a protective arm around you. 

Crosshair smiled seeing his brother happy, and feeling the contentment of another piece of your soul righting it self between the two of you. 

Wrecker grabbed a nearby blanket and draped it over the two of you as you both returned from the bliss of post-mating. Hunter’s chest raised and lowered aggressively being sedated by his orgasm finally. His wildness, for now, had tampered down.

Tech knelt over you both grabbing his pen light to flash it into your eyes to check for responsiveness. When he was satisfied you were still conscious, just swimming in post fucking endorphins. He settled back with Crosshair waiting for you both to become coherent again. 

~

“I told you, it sends you to subspace.” Crosshair said watching Hunter come back first, blinking rapidly trying to understand the new sensations swirling inside him. Crosshair could feel the delirium, dulled, but still present in you. He watched you carefully curled into Hunter’s side trying to regain your normal breathing.

“It’s the alpha venom and mate bond.” Tech info dumped, “The chemicals Hunter released into her blood stream makes her docile. It’s an evolutionary response, so the omega is too tired to leave the alpha and the alpha is too tired to leave the seeded omega. It’s to ensure impregnation to further the species.” Tech nodded, “And to ensure she’s pregnant.” 

Crosshair looked at his twin wondering how in the hells he remembers all this stuff. 

You wriggled around making a cooing noise forcing Hunter to lean over to tend to you. He ran his fingers over your flushed cheek with a soft smile giving you soothing little pecks and touches.

“What’s she doing?” Wrecker asked watching you get fussy again under Hunter.

“She needs to complete the bond.” Tech said, “It’s her instincts making her restless.” 

Hunter heard his brother, and flopped onto his back pulling you on top of him. You straddled him and leaned forwards mouthing at the same place you teased him before. This time, he tilted his head to the side allowing you to have access to one of the most vulnerable parts on his person. You licked a stripe up the gland gathering his scent in your nose before pressing your incisors to the sun kissed skin and biting down harshly like a little rancor. 

You broke skin and he couldn’t help but yelp as you licked and sucked at the wound cooing quietly. He nearly had to pull you off, before he too felt a sense of utter exhaustion as the sensation spread through his overstimulated body. He cursed quietly settling into the blankets. 

“And that would be the omega venom making him too tired to leave the seeded omega.” Tech watched diligently, “Fascinating.”

You wriggled on top of Hunter softly grinding against his thick thigh as he rubbed your hip soothingly as you both came down from the mating high. 

“Ad’ika, how are you feeling?” Crosshair checked in with you. 

You sat up groggily looking at your other mate, “I’m feeling good Cross.” You smiled looking a little loopy. He could sense the endorphins in your system and looked to Tech, “I think she’s alright to continue.” 

“Good.” Tech bent down to the mattress and grabs your ankle to yank you down to him and off of his older brother. 

You squealed as you slid towards the other twin. 

Hunter just lay still feeling lethargic as the mating bond sealed in place in his body, taking over his entire nervous system momentarily. Crosshair watched him for a moment recognizing the feeling. Hunter groaned and covered his eyes with his forearm letting the sensations take over. 

“Because someone’s been very, very naughty.” Tech knelt down between your ruined legs spreading your legs to cage in his hips. You whined feeling his calloused hands make their way up your thighs, then your ribs, then finally one squeezed your tit while the other wrapped around your neck and she applied enough pressure to make you moan. 

You squirmed under your other alpha, enjoying Tech’s calculated roughness. 

“Egging Hunter on until he turned feral on you,” Tech clicked his tongue disapprovingly, “When he was trying to be so gentle with you.” 

You whimpered looking up at Tech. He ran a tongue over his left fang looking down at you with a hunger you had never seen before. You itched with greed to feel it pierce your skin again. 

With a moment of contemplation, he released you and sat up, “Present, omega.” 

Stunned, you stared up at him owlishly. He wants you to… present? You felt a rush of heat throughout your entire body. 

You whined baring your neck submitting to him, hoping he’d accept that…

But this was Tech, he just raised a brow and crossed his arms waiting for you to behave properly. 

You sat up and flipped over onto your hands and knees before lowing your head to the mattress showing off your cum covered pussy to him. You widened your knees and arched as prettily as possible hearing Crosshair let out a low whistle from the side. 

Wrecker groaned, “That was hot.” 

You felt your cheeks redden again the longer Tech took to move. You felt extremely exposed, but also extremely turned on.

 His silence was making you anxious as you tried your hardest to hold still for him. But you couldn’t hold back the anticipatory shakes that started to settle into your system begging for him to do something soon. You were about to beg for anything, even just a touch. You needed Tech in a way you had never needed him before. 

Never had you presented for an alpha… ever… The instincts in you told you to arch as far as possible to meet his approval, but that wasn’t necessary.  Tech finally reached forwards trailing a knuckle through your dripping entrance making you nearly spasm from sensitivity. 

He tutted behind you, before stroking your clit making you jump in his grasp, “I’m going to let Wrecker have his turn and you’re going to be very, very good for him omega.” He teased your hole with the tip of his finger making you bite your tongue, “Then you’re mine to have my way with, little one… Someone needs to teach you manners.” 

You swallowed nervously making Crosshair chuckle, “She understands.” 

“I thought it was your turn, Tech.” Hunter groaned sitting up on his elbows to find you bent over at his feet and he looked down the slope of your back.

“I want to take my time with her.” He stood up leaving you arched and alone on the mattress, “Go on, Wrecker.” 

You squeaked feeling his massive hands encapsulate you and pluck you up from the mattress before tossing you in front of him. You bounced a few times on the mattress before he rolled you onto your back positioning you how he wished.

You looked up at him with pleading eyes. 

“On your back, like a good little omega.” Crosshair sneered crossing his arms to face his twin. 

“Make Wrecker cum and we’ll lessen your punishment for being a brat.” Tech instructed. 

You nodded eagerly, not wanting to disappoint them. You were also a little terrified of the two of them being together again. The had edged you so many times on Mimabn you had broken down in tears when they finally let you cum. You really didn’t want to go through that again any time soon.

“Don’t worry ‘mega.” Wrecker smiled, “I’ll take care of you.” He must have sensed your trepidation. 

“I know, alpha.” You smiled grasping onto his massive biceps with a giddy smile. 

Tech snorted from the other side of the room. He really doubted that you could override your omega instincts and behave. When you looked up at them, you gasped. Tech turned to face Crosshair obviously discussing your punishment sending a shiver down your spine.

You felt Wrecker chuckling above you before he grabbed your left wrist. He brought it up between the two of you, “I’m going to mark you here ‘mega. Is that alright?” He thumbed your glad making you shiver with lust and effectively distracted you from his conniving brothers. 

You nodded, “Should I bite your left, or your right, alpha?” You asked watching his thumb slide against your skin, “Should we match?” 

“Yeah baby, Let’s match.” He smiled down at you. 

You shimmied under him trying to make his hips flushed with yours. His heavy cock swung back and forth between you before he settled it against your belly, hot and thick. You gasped seeing how far it would be inside you from this position, reaching your bellybutton, butterflies fluttered through your entire body realizing how much you’d have to stretch to take him. 

“Are you stretched enough, pip?” He asked rutting his thick cock through your slippery folds teasing you with little bits of stimulation. 

“Yes, alpha.” You answered sweetly. 

“Are you sure?” He looked down for a moment, “I don’t wanna hurt you.” 

You spread your legs as far as possible and brought your knees up and grabbed the back of your knees, “I promise, alpha.” 

“Atta girl.” He angles himself to push his fat tip to your dripping hole. He rubbed it back and forth gathering the remaining cum Hunter had pumped you full of before pushing forwards and filling you with his hot and thick cock. 

Hunter’s cum squelched out the sides as Wrecker filled you to the absolute brim. 

You cried out making the others turn to watch as Wrecker made a couple small experimental thrusts. 

You held onto him for dear life abandoning the grip on your knees to dig your nails into his arms as he stretched you to your limits. Fuck it has been a while since you’ve done this with him.

 He felt like a knot just like this, it made you shudder like a leaf beneath him. 

He reached down running his thumb between your legs to rub your clit slowly making your cries turn into sweet mewls as pleasure surged through you both. 

Both Hunter and Crosshair groaned feeling the bond and they watched you closely as Wrecker very carefully, fucked you to another orgasm. 

“Make him cum, Omega.” Crosshair tutted from the corner. 

You whined looking up at your two alphas for approval. The twins both cross-armed, mirroring one another, as they discussed you with straight faces.

You looked back to Wrecker who smiled down at you. His weight on top of you felt delicious. You ran your hands over your belly feeling him rocking inside of you before you trailed them up his sides and back. You traced over some of his old battle scars before reaching his neck. You tickled your nails over his mating gland making him twitch inside you with a shudder. 

“Fuck, pretty girl.” He murmured into your collarbones. 

You bit your lip before wrapping your hands around his head giving him the hint you wanted him to kiss you. 

He did. 

When he pressed his lips to yours, you deepened it, sliding his tongue against your own in a wet messy kiss. 

He huffed into your mouth and whimpered feeling his orgasm approach. You felt the changes and clenched down as best as you could fighting off your own climax to obey Tech and Crosshair to the best of your ability. 

When Wrecker was finally feeling himself fall over the edge, he grabbed your left wrist and brought it to his mouth where you felt his incisions pinch the skin. You did the same grabbing his arm and brought it to your mouth before he growled and stilled inside you before sinking down into your flesh. 

You howled throwing your head back and arched aggressively into Wrecker’s chest when you came violently from the mating bite. His thickness making you squirt all over the place and his cock. He moaned in satisfaction loving that he always got that reaction from you. 

It was his favorite. 

When you both finally came down, he flopped to the side, sliding out of you with a squelch before he could crush you. You laid there closing your eyes feeling absolutely boneless as the world began to slip away into a hazey cozy mist. 

You barely registered Hunter’s arms under you sliding you over the mattress and Tech checking your vitals with your kit scanner. You just felt fuzzy and warm inside, hearing Tech mumble something about the mating venom again.

You hummed and curled into Hunter’s chest rubbing your face into his scent searching for the comfort of your alpha. 

You felt something being pressed to your lips and you fluttered your eyes open to see Crosshair holding your tooka mug to your mouth urging you to drink with his slightly anxious expression.

When you finally responded to them, you were showered with a series of praises and good girl’s. Then you faded back into the bliss. 

~

“She needs rest.” Hunter rumbled rubbing your skin and covering the both of you in a blanket. 

“Is she okay?” Wrecker’s concern was evident. He was trying his best to fight against his own drowsiness. 

“She’s okay.” Crosshair explained, “Just probably a lot of toxins in her blood. She’ll need a bit to go back to normal. I can feel her through the bond.” 

“Wrecker may have had a larger dose given his size and their size difference.” Tech reasoned, “She’s very docile.” He was right, you were floppy. Similar to when Crosshair gave you too much pain numbing on Mimban. Hunter could feel how relaxed your muscles were under his own. 

“She looks how she did during her heat.” Hunter soothed you with gentle touches, watching you purr and gently respond to his fingers on your skin. You would preen quietly before trying to mouth at his skin.

“Let’s give her a few minutes and flush her system.” Tech decided letting Hunter cradle you, “I don’t want to overwhelm her.” 

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You felt so safe and snuggled up against Hunter’s warm chest. He breathed smoothly as he and the others had drifted off to sleep for a quick cat nap. 

You had awakened a little later still feeling blissed out from the two mating bites. 

As you felt yourself starting to return to normal, you couldn’t help but trace the dark lines on Hunter’s pectorals. Alpha was so strong. You admired the hardness of his battle conditioned body and the spicy scent radiating from his skin. He reminded you of the sun. 

You couldn’t help yourself, you leaned forwards licking a stripe up his collarbone to his neck. Your alpha stirred in his sleep snuggling you closer with his warm arms. You purred and repeated the action licking over his pec, trying to get his scent further in your nose. 

“Mmm mesh’la.” His voice was even more gruff as you woke him. 

He kept his eyes closed, sighing as you continued to press heated kisses to his skin. 

You heard Crosshair and Wrecker stir on the mattresses beside you, no doubt sensing you both through the bonds. 

When you poked your head up from the blanket cocoon Hunter had you wrapped in, you noticed Tech reclined leisurely, sitting with his data pad, reading something casually with his sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips. You felt your blood start to heat and your core begin to stir the longer you looked at your tall alpha. His sharp hip bones and v-lines accentuated by the light of his screen made you lick your lips.

His skin was taut around his lean muscles just like Crosshair and it was making you swoon. The star map charts tattooed all over his right shoulder and ribs was beginning to make you pant. Gods he was beautiful. All your alphas are, but Tech is unique in his sharpened beauty. 

Hunter shuffled under you, running his nose through your hair before sitting up slightly to lean against a pile of your neatly folded nesting blankets propping you both up. 

“What’s got you all flustered, sweetheart?” He whispered in your ear.

He looked in the direction he had caught you staring and smirked, “Oh, is it Tech?” 

Tech stopped typing on his data pad for just a moment seeming to be responding to his name, but he didn’t look over. He then continued on like nothing was amiss. 

You nodded before rubbing your nose affectionately against Hunter’s cheek. 

The sergeant situated you so your back was pressed to his front. He kept the blanket around you two and you let your head lull into the base of his neck. 

Tech then stretched a bit, flexing his abs while he reached above him. Then he tilted his neck from side to side cracking his bones. You began to pant seeing his glands just right there in front of you just begging for you to lick and touch. You swallowed thickly.  

Hunter chuckled quietly, “Poor little omega, three alphas not enough for you Ori’Sol?” 

You sucked in a breath as his hand slid over your ribs and down your belly, parting your leg and swinging it over his own knee keeping you spread open for him. 

“I wonder how he’s going to take you, little one.” Hunter whispered in your ear trailing his finger tips teasingly back down your leg to your core. He briefly dipped into your hole making you squirm as his fingers then found your clit and he began rubbing slow steady circles, “Think, he’ll take you on your back? Just like Wrek? Or make you present for him again. Keep it traditional?” 

You moaned quietly getting flustered at Hunter’s words. You tucked your head further into him feeling your cheeks turn a ruby hue. 

“Yeah, you liked that huh?” Hunter nibbled your ear making your skin break out in goosebumps, “You like when we’re dominant with you? Put you in your place mesh’la?” 

You nodded feeling his fingers apply a little more pressure making you bite your lip to not make a sound. 

You started to squirm, clenching around nothing, making Hunter inhale, “I can smell your close little one.” He smirked and licked at his mating mark on your neck making you jolt, “Wanna get you nice and ready to take Tech, you’re going to need it sweet thing.” You shuddered feeling the pleasure begin to precipice. 

“Fuck, I heard what he and Cross have in store for you baby, I can’t wait to see you.” 

You whined baring down on his hand canting your hips. 

“Hmm. Little thing can’t seem to get enough, huh?” Crosshair’s raspy sleep ridden voice made you clench and arch against Hunter’s chest. 

“What a greedy girl.” He chided slipping around to your front where he peeled your blanket off exposing you to his greedy eyes. 

He hummed in approval before reaching forwards to trace the opening of your dripping cunt. He surged forwards pushing two fingers inside you while Hunter still rubbed your clit steadily. You yelped as Crosshair set similar pace bringing you to completion. 

You strained against Hunter’s thighs, but he out muscled you, keeping you pried open as the touches were becoming more and more overstimulating by the second.

“Look here, pretty girl.” Wrecker’s voice and touch surprised you, as he dragged your chin over to face him. He leaned forwards bringing you into a searing kiss that threw you over the cliff into a numbing orgasm. 

Your voice cracked as you moaned out and shuddered in Hunter’s lap. 

“Good girl.” Hunter praised, “Such a good girl for us.” 

He kept his slow touches as the other two withdraw making you twitch and spasm in his lap as you heard Tech finally rise and set down his data pad. 

You struggled to keep your eyes open despite the overstimulating touches that Hunter continued to make not wanting to miss a second of Tech’s mating. You watched as Tech nodded to Crosshair who disappeared from the room while Tech made his way over to you. 

He bent one knee to get on your level before he grasped your chin in his fingers, “Are you going to be a good girl, Y/N?” 

You swore your heart skipped a beat. You nodded. 

“Use your words.” Tech replied. 

You swallowed thickly trying to find your voice, “Yes, alpha.” 

“Good.” Tech released you and moved to shed his sweats from his body. He was bare underneath sending a fresh wave of slick to your core. Hunter relished in the squelching wetness as he began to finger you now just like Crosshair had. 

“Is she ready?” Tech asked Hunter who just smirked and responded with a yup.

Tech settled on the mattress leaning back on his hands. He gestured for you to come, which you obeyed immediately. Hunter released you and you crawled on your hands and knees over to your waiting alpha. 

“I want you to ride me, omega.” He said and you licked your lips looking at his hard and dripping cock. You so badly wanted him in your mouth, to taste his precum, but you knew better than to push him anymore. 

You looked at him pleadingly, “Yes, sir.” 

You heard Hunter and Wrecker move across the room where they reclined against the spare blankets and pillows watching as Tech maneuvered you over him. You reached down grasping his firm length and brought it to your core where you wiggled down until he was breaching your entrance. You bit back a groan as he took hold of your hips and guided you down onto him fully. 

You mewled at the stretch finding him just as long as Crosshair as he nudged your cervix.

“Go on, ad’ika.” He urged and you happily started your bouncing. Placing your hands on his tanned pecs, you felt his taut skin under your own, making you impossibly hotter. He ran a hand up to your neck where he grasped you and dragged you down closer to press a kiss to your lips. 

You hungrily returned the gesture letting him slip his tongue inside your mouth and explore. 

The door to the room whooshed open and Crosshair returned making you giddy that he was going to be watching you ride Tech too. You adored the way his sharp eyes took in every detail about you, it was exhilarating. 

He seemed to sense this through the bond and smiled at you mischievously. You turned to look at him with a raised brow before Tech snatched your attention back by your chin. 

“Focus, omega.” 

You doubled down not watching to displease him and continued to bounce up and down. He slid a hand up between your breasts before settling on the right one and squeezing. He teased your nipple with his thumb making you stutter in your actions just slightly before resuming your pace. 

His hand then continued back up to your neck where he grasped you firmly, “Come here.” He guided you down to press your chest against his, as his other hand wrapped around your back stilling your movements firmly. 

Tech then began to thrust upwards making you moan into his skin and claw at his chest as he drove impossibly deep inside you from below.

“You may begin, Cross.” Tech said making you want to whip your head around to look, but he kept you pinned. Tech slowed his movements down to a very, very shallow thrust that had you itching for more and anxious to see what Crosshair was up to behind your field of vision.

Then from somewhere behind you, you heard a click and a gooey squirt noise before you felt the mattress dip behind you. 

Then a cold finger pressed up against your ass making you squirm away against Tech. 

“Relax, omega.” Crosshair cooed squirting more gel onto your ass making you cry out. 

Oh fuck. 

You couldn’t believe this. 

Was this… 

Kark.

Crosshair was going to fuck your ass… 

Kriff. 

You stilled nearly entirely as he began to massage the tight ring of muscle protesting against the new intrusion. 

“I can feel you clenching, relax little one.” Crosshair gently corrected. 

“Tech?” Your voice raised in worry. 

He just looked up at you, “Do what Crosshair says, and you’ll be alright sweet thing. He’ll make sure you feel really, really good.” Clearly you weren’t getting out of this one.

You looked to Hunter and Wrecker for assurance. Hunter gave you a reassuring nod and Wrecker looked mesmerized at the site in front of him like it was nasty holoporn. But this was real, Crosshair and Tech were going to fucking you at the same time, and in the ass. 

Fuck. This was the punishment for trying to mess with Hunter. You flustered at how excited Hunter had sounded earlier. He was waiting to watch this, and you could feel it through the bond. He too was glued to the sight in front of him. 

You took a deep anxious breath before willing yourself to relax. Tech’s continuous thrusts helped a bit as Crosshair breached your hole gently with his trigger finger just gently testing you.

You bit down on your own hand feeling the foreign stretch. It was like nothing you had ever felt before. It was a mix of pain and pleasure that had you vibrating in Tech’s hold as he kept up his rocking pace. 

You were recalling Crosshair’s promise to you back on that base in Naboo. Clearly he hadn’t forgotten, and neither had you. Crosshair wanted to claim something else of yours tonight too, and now you knew what that would be…

“Good girl, keep breathing.” The sniper praised using his other hand to massage the flesh of your ass, spreading you even wider. 

“I can feel you inside her.” Tech narrated and thrusted a little harder. His words had you moaning and producing slick like you were in heat at the thought of Tech’s cock feeing Crosshair massaging your insides.

Crosshair added a second finger making you arch your back and groan. The feeling was so strange, but you didn’t want him to stop no matter now intense.

He began to scissor his fingers stretching you even further before adding a third making you cry out again. 

Fuck it felt big, even though it wasn’t even his cock yet. You swore under your breath knowing that was going to be even bigger. 

Something was communicated between the twins because Tech then moved to gather both of your wrists together in his hand as Crosshair shuffled behind you. Another sound of the lube squirting from the bottle had you trembling as Crosshair applied a heaping amount to himself before squirting more onto your puffed up hole. You whimpered again feeling the cold before it was replaced with the searing heat of his cock tip. 

His tip rubbed up against the relaxed entrance making you suck in a deep breath. The anticipation was absolutely killing you. 

“Take him, pip.” Tech ordered looking down at you as he pinned you to him. 

Crosshair surged forwards sliding inside and breaching your entrance, effectively taking your anal virginity. 

You cried out and hissed as he pushed forwards wanting to metaphorically rip the bandage off and get the worst of it over with. 

Fuck he’s big. 

And fuck it was a damn stretch.

Your voice cracked again as he sunk in even deeper making Tech have to wrangle you a bit to keep you flat and relaxed and your ass on display for his twin. 

“Fuck you’re tight mesh’la.” Crosshair groaned placing both hands on your hips to grip you.

You felt Tech’s free hand slither between your legs to rub at your clit sending delicious pleasure through your body as Crosshair finally sunk in to the hilt.

All three of you took a deep breath at the sensation of finally all being together. You could only imagine what your mated alphas were feeling through the bond as you adjusted to the new sensation of double penetration. 

“She’s even tighter like this.” Tech kept rubbing you until your hips began to grind against both of them. 

“So beautiful Y/N,” Crosshair’s hand ran against your spine making you preen into their touch, “I told you this would be mine.” He leaned forwards tapping your ass cheek, and teasing his mark on your neck with his teeth making you shudder.

Tech and Crosshair gave you a moment to get used to them both being inside you at the same time, before they both began to test out their experimental thrusts. 

You moaned feeling the two of them moving at their own pace inside you. It was a sensation you couldn’t even have imagined without experiencing it first hand. You felt unbelievably full. A fullness you couldn’t describe. It was glorious and actual omega’s wet dream.

You mewled as Tech resumed his more aggressive pace while Crosshair slowly began to match up with his twin’s. Where ever they might be, the battle field for the bedroom, they always managed to fall in line and work together as a team.

Once he was certain you were alright, Crosshair kept pace with Tech making you nearly scream with pleasure as they fucked you full. 

“Oh fuck!” You moaned out into the room struggling against Tech’s grip as pleasure over took your senses. 

Having two cocks inside you felt like heaven. You couldn’t imagine ever not feeling this full again. Something triggered the most deepest parts of your omega brain at the sensation and you felt yourself absolutely submit to them, letting them have their way with you. 

You felt boneless in their grasp. You didn’t even move when Tech released you to grab at your waist to thrust harder into you. 

“Such a good girl,” He moaned into your ear and you purred in response letting him fuck up into you, “letting Cross have your ass like a perfect obedient little omega.” 

Crosshair slid his hand up your spice again before dragging his fingers into your scalp. You felt his grip the base of your strands before pulling you up to be flush against his chest. You cried out at the change of angles feeling them even more viscerally inside you. You pawed at the air before gripping onto Crosshair’s arms as he held you up to fuck you harder. 

“Hmm,” Hunter smirked from the side where he watched, “I think she like’s being fucked in the ass. Isn’t that right sweetheart?” 

You moaned but Crosshair wasn’t having it. He used his grip on your head to face you towards his brother, “Use your words to address your Sergeant.” 

You whimpered and struggled to not babble, “Y-Yes, sir.” 

“Yes, sir what?” Crosshair snarled. 

“Yes, sir. I love being fucked in the ass.” You cried out squeezing at Crosshair’s forearms. Tech chuckled darkly from below you.

Crosshair huffed, “Say you're sorry for taking advantage of Hunter’s kind consideration.” 

“I-I’m s-sorry Sergeant for taking advantage o-of your kind c-consideration.” You babbled trying to look at Hunter but it was impossible. You felt your resolve dissolving by the second. 

“Are you still going to be a brat?” Crosshair punctuated his words with particularly hard thrusts that had you clenching down on both of them. Tech’s fingers on your clit still hadn’t let up making you absolutely dumb with pleasure. 

“No, Sir. I won’t be a brat!” You whimpered leaning into Crosshair’s hold as your head started feeling too heavy to hold up yourself. 

Tech snorted, “I’ll believe that when I see it.” 

Crosshair smirked before releasing your head to flop back down against Tech’s chest. 

You sighed absolutely turning to mush as they continued to pummel you. You heard yourself babbling against tech muttering filth and nonsense as you drooled on Tech’s skin. 

“I think we fucked her stupid,” Crosshair bent down to look at your face, “is our omega a little cock dumb whore?” 

He heard you whimper and mutter something that sounded like an agreement making him smirk with satisfaction, “Fuck.” He choked out feeling himself near his end. 

“Gonna fill this ass with my cum sweetheart.” Crosshair leaned down biting into your neck again agitating his mark making you clench down on Tech making him groan and fidget. 

Crosshair made a deep grunt sound before his hips stuttered and you felt a rush of heat filling your insides. He came, pumping his seed deep inside you feeling the way Tech was still moving inside you. He had to pull out suddenly from overstimulation and stumbled backwards to catch his breath. 

“Fuck.” He sighed in contentment. You could feel like pleasure and satisfaction through the bond making you purr. You preened at the thought of pleasing your alpha in this way. 

Tech then grunted again and you cracked open your eyes to see the sweat gathering on his skin giving him an etherial glow as he fucked you. You laid your head back down on his chest letting him have his way with you, before he suddenly flipped you both over wanting a different angle. 

You yipped, being pressed into the mattress once again, on your back for you alpha. 

His pace picked up again as he found himself renewed with energy. He grabbed your knees as pushed them upwards to you shoulders where he put you in a mating press.  You cried out feeling him impossibly deep inside you and you struggled against him feeling overwhelmed with his menstruations. 

You were beginning to feel yourself peak and you started to get squirmy again making Tech look down at you, “Are you going to cum?” 

You screamed and nodded vigorously forcing yourself to speak clearly, “Y-Yes! T-Tech!” 

He then made for your unmarked wrist, grabbing it firmly before turning it to bring to his mouth. He pressed his wrist up to yours as he felt you cresting around him. He pressed his wrist to your mouth letting you lick at his scent gland. 

“Tech!” You screamed as you came, then you screamed again as he finally bit you. You had to force yourself to breathe or else you would have passed out. 

The fourth and final pice of your soul was finally set into place. Tech’s aura surrounded you in a warm blanket along with the others who were just out of reach, but near by. 

Everything finally felt balanced and right. 

You were snapped out of your omega subspace when you heard Tech calling your name softly. 

You blinked a few times hearing the ringing in your ears dissipate before you regained your awareness. 

All four of your alphas were looking down at you with varying looks of unease. 

“Come here sweetheart.” Tech cooed, “Come back.” 

You blinked before you felt a strange itch in your chest. 

“Shhh. Shhh it’s alright, here you go.” You smelled Tech’s skin under your nose where he had used his other hand to guide you to his scent gland. He cradled your head as you weakly found his arm and brought it even closer to your face before you smushed it to your lips and chomped down on him. 

You tasted his iron blood making you turn to lick the little wound. 

You didn’t even notice when Tech yelped and Crosshair had to pry you away from his arm. 

“Fuck, she was in deep.” Hunter said petting you. 

You smiled before they let you flop back down on the mattress totally debauched. 

The longer you lay there, you were starting to feel the soreness in your body and the wear in your holes. Especially your ass. You didn’t dare move knowing you wouldn’t be able to sit right for days. 

When Wrecker brought you your tooka mug, you greedily sucked down the water finishing off the cup. 

Thats when you realized you were still connected to Tech. The pilot gently moved the two of you ignoring you groans of protest to keep you on top of him. He yanked a blanket up and over the both of you keeping himself plugged inside you and his cum snuggly within your warm walls.

 The post mating haze settled in once again, but this time there was no reason to move. 

You sighed feeling at peace and whole… and full… very very full…

Hunter must have switched off the lights at some point, as the four of you drifted off into some much needed sleep for the remainder of the ride through hyperspace.

There was an exciting future on the horizon on Zyphora. Any trepidation you might have had was now resolved. It didn’t matter where you are in the galaxy, as long as you had your mates you knew everything would be okay. 

Sleep quickly over took you and your exhausted body. You snuggled into Tech’s warmth like a sunning lizard as he wrapped a protective arm around you.

“I love you pretty girl.” He whispered before drifting off into some much needed peaceful sleep. 

Your heart fluttered, “I love you too, Tech.” 

You couldn’t wait for what tomorrow would bring. 

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Can I ask for prompts 7 &/or 4 with Poe Dameron? Love your writing! 🥰

Glimmer of Hope (Poe Dameron x reader)

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Prompts: “The hand behind their nape when they are embarrassed.” and “Almost kissing but someone walks in 0_0.”

Warnings: Allusion to injury

A/N: Oh my god thank you for the ask and the sweet comment, my heart <333 I haven’t written for Poe in so long, my beautiful rebellious husband, I hope you like this, it's just pure fluffy goodness xxx

Word Count: 3.1k

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At times of chaos, a little bit of happiness seems to drive everyone away from their troubles. When there was an announcement of an engagement at the cantina on one particularly glum day, things started to take a turn for the better. There were a lot of tears, all tears of joy as the glimmer of happiness sparked a whole lot of peace in people’s minds. 

You grinned at the happy couple, one a member of the red squadron and the other a tech at the operating base, who also happens to be your best friend, Kamira. They looked so elated and their happiness was clearly contagious. You congratulated the couple, kissing your best friend’s forehead and bringing her in for a hug

“Be my maid of honour,” she whispered through her tears and you nod without a second of hesitation. 

It took you a while to gather yourself but you were determined to make this the best wedding ever, to make it the best glimmer of hope the resistance has ever seen. 

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You were now trudging around a busy market place, searching for the final accessories you were adding to Kamira’s bridal headdress, a small  astromech droid rolling at your heels telling you to hurry up.

“Yes, BB, I won’t be long. Go on, go bother your dad.” you said, turning to chastise the irritated droid. 

It was then when you realised that the man in question was not behind you. You stopped and looked around, frowning when you couldn’t catch the unruly mop of curls or sharp stunning brown eyes

“Wher- Bebs, where’s your dad?” you knelt down to pat his round head. BB-8 made a sound that sounded something like “ Don’t care, am mad.” and you rolled your eyes at the droid.

“He can be mad all he likes, I’m not buying him new fittings until he learns how to behave himself.” a soothing masculine voice with a hint of authoritativeness cuts through the buzzing sounds of the market making you smile.

You gathered your face into a frown before turning to face him.

“You went into a whole lecture about me running off too far when you can waltz off wherever you want and whenever you want?” you poked the man’s chest as he stared you down with a smirk on his handsome face.

“You hadn’t even noticed how long I’ve been missing.” He raised his eyebrows indignantly at you and you couldn’t help the smile at creeped up onto your face.

“Oh shut up, Poe, here, hold these bags.” you shoved your things into his arms and walked away before he could catch anything else from the expression on your face.

Your friendship with the Black Leader had been a unrequired one. You had been working late one night, deep in focus when an X-Wing swooped into the base and landed slightly clumsily. You squinted into the darkness and quickly ran towards the ship when no one came out of it. You pried the foggy glass covering the cockpit open and you were shocked to find Poe Dameron semi-conscious and on the verge of death. 

You had pulled him out with all of your strength, hulling the 80 kg pilot onto one of your trolley’s and pushing him to the med bay, screaming for help. You hadn’t heard from him for about two weeks when suddenly one of your favourite droids, an orange and white astromech, delivered a little message for you from Poe. You both got along amazingly and now here the pilot was, helping you search for wedding preparation things. 

You watched as Poe adjusted the large bag of items on his shoulder as he bargained with a seller. You couldn’t deny that he was a beautiful man to look at. His sweet mannerisms and innocent eyes meant that he could easily get his way at times but you allowed it. The setting suns created a beautiful glow that complimented Poe’s tan skin and brown eyes, turning them into caramel orbs that sparkled like gems at a distance. Poe turned to you with a triumphant smile, indicating that he had won the bargain as the shopkeeper mumbled something and stuffed the things into another bag. 

“Come on, it's getting late, we should get some rest.” Poe’s voice cuts through your thoughts and the both of you walk towards a nearby inn.

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“What do you mean one room?” Poe runs a hand down his face and takes a deep breath.

“We’re all booked up unfortunately,” said the bored receptionist.

“It's alright Poe, we’ll adjust, we’ll take the room sir.” you said, hooking your arm around Poe and grabbing the key that was set out in front of him giving the receptionist a forced smile. 

Whatever negatives Poe and you thought about the room had been magnified to tenfold when you unlocked the door. The floor was absolutely filthy and the room was cramped, with a bed that was too big for its space. You turned to Poe who was staring into the room with the same expression you had brewing in your head. You couldn’t help but giggle and pinch his cheek at how blatant his emotions were showing through and he snapped out of it, following you into the room.

BB-8 was camping the night in his little astromech pod on the ship Poe flew you in. That just left you and Poe to find somewhere to crash for the night before heading back to base when the suns arose. You sigh and pull out a few scarfs that you brought with you for comfort, laying it on the bed so that you could have some peace of mind when you sleep. It took you a while to realise that Poe was staring like a lost child. 

“You okay?” you turned to Poe, a worried look on your face. 

“Uhm, yea sure. I’ll take the floor, you can have the bed.” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully.

“Don’t be stupid, Poe, you can sleep on the bed with me, I’m not going to throw you off the bed in my sleep.” you chuckled.

Truthfully, you were worried about his back. Ever since that accident, he had been complaining about how bad his back would hurt and nothing seemed to solve it. You didn’t want to be the cause of more of his pain, that might essentially take him away from his true love, flying. You gave him a small smile and head to the refresher to freshen up. 

A few minutes later, there you were, staring face to face with Poe Dameron, casanova of the resistance. You can’t help but think of the many women and men that this man had bedded and you internally smack yourself for thinking up such vulgarity. You close your eyes and pretend to sleep, eventually lulled to unconsciousness by the soft warmth of Poe’s body heat and his soft breathing. 

Poe, on the other hand, was wide awake. His plans of falling asleep in a lone bed were quenched by the bored receptionist and he was now given an opportunity like no other. He knew you were pretending to sleep, so he did too but when your breathing steadied and your eyelids relaxed, Poe laid there and stared at you. He almost never got enough time with you, just to observe you and swim in the feelings that he felt for you. Why would he want to travel to the land of dreams when all he dreamt of was before him?

Now, he pulled himself out of the urge to graze your face with his fingers, to memorise your lips with his. He tucked his hands under the pillow so that they didn’t betray him. Everynight, when he succumbed to the few hours of sleep that he had, he would dream of you. He would see your worried face, the face that you wore when you discovered him at the brink of his death. Your hair was a mess and you had an oil smear on your forehead but Poe thought you were an angel who was going to take him to a better place. 

His hands itched to tuck a stray piece of hair that fell on your face as you soundly slept but he reeled himself back again. Suddenly, with a big sniff, you shifted in your sleep and one of your hands landed directly in front of Poe’s nose. He slowly took in a breath and smelled your soft soap and it was then when all of his urges took over him. Slowly, he extracted one of his hands from under the pillow and traced your hand softly, every line etched painstakingly into his brain as his fingers skimmed them, willing himself to remember every single detail. 

You didn’t rouse from your deep sleep although a small smile graced your face as your pinky twitches gently. Poe sighed, slowly letting his heart leave its cavity and fill the lines on your hands. He hooked his pinky around yours gently and waited with bated breath to see whether you would be jolted awake. Your pinky stopped twitching but your breathing stayed the same and Poe continued to stare at you until his eyes betrayed him, sleep consuming him like a hungry curse.

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You awoke to something warm under your face. It was so soft and smelled like clean skin with a hint of motor oil and leather, giving you a sense of comfort like no other. You nuzzled your nose into the warmth and slowly opened your eyes. All you saw was an arm extending from whatever was under your face and memories of last night flooded back to you. You didn’t move but your eyes met with the sleeping Poe, who was snoring softly, a respectful distance between the two of you, minus the hand that was softly tucked under your cheek. 

The rebellious commander looked ethereal in the morning sun, his curls everywhere, his eyebrows and lips set in a neutral position, giving him an angelic resting face. You resisted the urge to close the gap and feel his soft pouty lips on yours. Your heart pounded as you took the chance you had and softly brushed his curls that were at his forehead. The second your hand came in contact with his forehead, a jolt of electricity ran up your spine, and you had to literally pull yourself together and not throw yourself over the sleeping Poe. 

His eyebrows twitched and you resumed your original position, closing your eyes. He slowly woke up and his hand that was under your face gently cupped it as a soft sigh emitted from him, twisting at your insides. Your heart was pounding under your chest and you felt the bed dip slightly as Poe slid out of it and pulled his hand with him.

You only opened your eyes as you heard the door to the refresher close. You silently flung yourself out of bed and did your happy dance as all the receptors of your brain fired at once, your heart pumping adrenaline throughout your body making you feel like a mad woman. The sound of water hitting the floor stopped and you bit your lip, sliding back into bed and pretending you just had woken up when Poe opened the door again.

“We’ll leave for the base after we get some breakfast.” Poe said smiling at you and you nod with a knowing smile, a smile that could only be fueled by the sweet feeling that your commander has fallen for you. 

 .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You were running now, fabric billowing around you as you ran through the halls, in search of that one door. You found it, keying in the password and letting the door swoosh open before storming inside. Poe turned to look at you, adjusting the buttons to his uniform with a small frown on his face, but the second he properly took a look at you his mouth dropped into a soft smile. 

“How’s it going, Commander?” you giggle, realising that he had put all his buttons wrongly, setting a small jar aside and reaching for him.

“I look ridiculous.” he mumbled and you laughed, patting his lapel down and pulling him towards his table. 

“You look powerful, trust me.” you say, perching on his table and pushing his shoulders down so that he is seated at the chair. 

You reached out for the jar of mousse and lifted his head up by his chin, so that he was at eye level with you. Without a single word, you started to adjust his curls, twisting each piece so that they fall beautifully. Poe was looking at you with his huge tempting eyes, and you looked past them, not wanting to be distracted. Once you were satisfied with his hair, you grabbed some powder and dabbed it lightly on his face. 

“Ready for your big speech?” you murmured, smoothing down his eyebrows with your fingers and letting your hands trail over the sides of his face, examining him.

He shrugged, making you nod with a grin, knowing that Poe was more of the pep talk kinda person, preferring to steer clear from large structured speeches. You placed a hand on his chest and slowly pushed him against the chair as your eyes finally met his. They were slightly hooded and he gave you all of his attention, tuning his entire body towards you. You held eye contact, determined not to falter as you started unbuttoning his uniform. You tugged it and righted his buttons, your fingers working slowly and carefully on the intricately ordained uniform. Once you were done, you turned and picked up the mirror behind you, holding it in front of Poe. 

“See you look cute” you smile from behind the mirror.

Poe’s hand came to rest atop of the mirror, slowly pushing it down to reveal your face. His eyes were glittering under the dim lights of his room and he was gazing at you with a new look on his face, one of wonder and amazement. You’d recognize the look on his face, the same face he used when he would blow up a TIE in the sky, his face ablaze in the monitor and a maddening expression that made him look like a scientist who had discovered all he wanted to know. 

“Yea, beautiful.” he whispered softly as his eyes grazed your face. 

He reached his hand out and cupped your cheek, calloused thumb tracing your jawline, making your eyes flutter close and heart quicken instantly. 

“Poe…” you breathed, trying to keep your eyes on him.

“So beautiful…” he was getting closer now and you could see the light dusting of pink across his nose. 

You held onto the mirror between the two of you like it was your lifeline fingers digging into its hard ridges as Poe’s nose brushed against yours softly. Suddenly a loud beep launched the both of you apart and Poe stood up from his place, turning just in time for the door to whoosh open again. 

“Found your data pa- Why are you both looking at me like that?” Finn says, holding up Poe’s data pad. 

You adjusted your expression casually at Finn’s raised eyebrow as Poe coughed and straightened his uniform. 

“Knock next time, damn.” you heard Poe murmur and you purse your lips, keeping in a laugh. 

“Time for the-”

“Right, rehearsal.” Poe said shortly, exiting the room and Finn shot you a look of surprise and followed him a second later, leaving you stunned with your own thoughts. 

 .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Poe watched you throughout the ceremony, unable to think of anything else as he watched the way you smiled lovingly at your best friend. Poe found himself replacing the bride and groom with himself and you, his hand coming up to fiddle with his mother’s ring on the necklace around his neck. You would make the most radiant bride, your smile itself would be the highlight of Poe’s day and to be the reason for that smile would be his greatest blessing. 

He got through his speech just fine, his eyes searching for everyone except you, worrying that he would stumble along the way if he looked at you. After the ceremony, he looked around for you, his mind racing at the events of the morning and wondering how it would feel to speak to you again. You weren’t anywhere near the party, and Poe had a good idea where you would be. He ran, the resistance of the wind messing up his curls again and his boots thudding against the floor. 

He stopped when he caught the sight of you, your cape billowing in the wind as you looked over the balcony at the scenery before you. You looked no short of a queen, your posture regal and your head held high. Poe was mesmerised, even more than he ever was when he had the chance to feel your lips against his moments before. He should have said something to you before he left for rehearsal, his heart now punishing him as he stared at you. 

“I know you’re behind me, Poe, I could hear your boots from a mile away.” you said humorlessly without turning around, your voice soft as it carried away in the winds. 

Poe approached you slowly, twisting his fingers slightly and taking his place beside you.

“Why?” Poe knew what you were asking and he quite frankly didn’t need you to say more.

“You saved my life, so it's undoubtedly yours.” He said softly but firmly and you turned to look at him with a shocked expression, your eyes wide, not expecting him to say what he just had said. 

“Oh Poe,” you breathed, grabbing his hand and tugging him close, claiming his lips with yours as you cupped his face with your free hand. 

His arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss, sighing as his heart gave way completely. He pulled away, but one look at the way your face was flushed made him pull you back for another kiss, one that blazed something so violently inside of him that he found it hard to pull back. Eventually, he rested his forehead against yours as you held onto him, the both of you breathing in each other’s air as your hand rested against his chest, over his heart. 

“I-” you tried to say but Poe softly clamped his hand over your mouth and brought your head down to his shoulder, hugging you tightly. 

In that embrace you felt it, that glimmer of hope, the best one you had ever seen in your time with the resistance.

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[angel-of-the-moons]

How would Poe react if you sewed something for him? 👉👈 idk what, something nice or something silly. I think he'd appreciate it and I feel like he might be someone who's always giving gifts to ppl and no one thinks to get him anything.

Made With Love

Poe Dameron x Reader

TW/CW: None! Fluff!

A/N: As someone who sews a lot (sometimes by hand when I need to calm down) this is something I'd totally do askbdlsh

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You cursed as the needle slipped and pricked your finger, bright blood welling up in a tiny pinprick before you squeezed what your boyfriend designated your "blood-sponge".

It was just a spare chunk of fabric you sterilized every time you began sewing, because stabbing yourself with the thin little metal slivers was always inevitable. You had more callouses from hand-stitching and embroidering than you did working on fixing consoles and electronics.

You were an analyst, not just the person who repaired the much-needed tech for the Resistance.

A battle analyst, statistical analyst, a "tech jockey" some called you--but many simply knew you as Poe's "partner in crime" as you oversaw many of his flight missions and dogfights.

You tied off the last stitch and held the fabric up to the light.

Poe's last scarf had gotten torn to tatters in a cantina brawl; so, the next time you were planetside, you hit a local market and scored some nice fabric to knit him a new one. It was a wonderful pass-time for you, especially if you were stressed out. The repetitive motion of seeing and embroidering soothed your mind enough to relax. Once, Poe had even caught you passed out with a half-patched shirt clutched in your hands, your head lolled back on your chair, the angle making you snore loudly.

Poe actually had BB-8 snap a holo of it. He still says it's his favorite holo he has of you--completely relaxed and at peace. (Although the pain in your neck was awful when he picked you up and laid you in his bunk.)

The scarf you had made Poe this time had the Resistance emblem embroidered in bright colors to match his flight suit, as well as a tiny BB-8 next to it.

Just then, the voice of one of the air traffic monitors buzzes through your comm; "Hey, tech jockey. Your boyfriend's squad is back. If you high-tail it now, you'll be able to make it to the hangar before they land."

You grin and jump to your feet, folding the scarf and stuffing it in one of your deep back pockets as you made a mad scamper, scrambling to lace your boots back up to make your way to the hangar.

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"Poe!" You giggle excitedly, shouting across the hangar as the mechanics carefully extract BB-8 from Poe's X-Wing.

Poe turns to you with a grin, spreading his arms wide as you throw yourself into them; his thick limbs wrapping around you in a tight hug, picking you up and spinning you around with a very nice welcome-home kiss. May have had a bit too much tongue on his part, but you were just happy to have him back and be in his arms once more.

BB-8 trills at you as he sets you down nudging your leg affectionately, and you reach down to pat the little mech's cranium. "Awww, hey lil buddy! I missed you too!"

Poe grins again and slips an arm around your waist, his dark eyes glimmering mischievously. "So... How's the best analyst in the Resistance been doing since your handsome boyfriend has been doing suuuuper important scout work, eh?"

You roll your eyes and snort. "The usual, you goof. I've actually had a bit more downtime, lately. General Organa actually smacked me on the head and told me to go and get some rest when I overworked myself."

"Oooh, not surprised there. She's scary when you don't do what she says." He snickers, kissing your cheek again. "Anything else?"

You gasp, remembering your present, and fish it out of your fatigues. Poe tilts his head curiously at you, then, as you pull out the scarf.

"Here! I finished it today!" You chirp proudly.

Poe takes the scarf with his eyebrows raised high, holding it up to examine it. He grins when he spots the little bits of embroidery you did for him; BB-8 beeping happily and bumping into your shins affectionately when he spots his likeness in the fabric.

"Do you like it?"

"Like it?" He says, his brow furrowing and his lips pursing tightly. At his expression, you feel a lump of anxiety well up in your throat.

It is quickly quashed when he grins once more, his eyes lighting up as he slips the scarf over his head and hangs it from his neck, flicking the edge over his shoulder and striking a dramatic pose.

"How's it look? C'mon, tell me. Does it bring out my eyes?" He said, waggling his eyebrows. "I bet I can use it as a disguise!"

You clap your hands and laugh, "Poe... How would that even work?! People can still see your face!"

He pulls up the edge of the scarf and covers up the lower half of his face and nose, but you can still see his lips peek out from the fringe.

"Not if I hold it like this!" He says.

You roll your eyes and shove his shoulder playfully, "You're not funny, Flyboy."

"Heyyy! I'm adorable." He argues humorously, wagging his eyebrows once again. "And handsome, and talented, and--"

BB-8 cuts him off with a dismissive trill, tweeting as his antennae bob.

"You're right." You nod at the little astromech. "He is full of himself, too."

Poe clutched his proverbial pearls, gasping in offense at the two of you.

"Ow! Whose side are you on?!"

[vibrantbirdy]

hi! i was hoping i could request a poe dameron x reader where he has a huge crush on the reader who works a small part of the resistance but he keeps making a fool of himself in front of them but the reader finds him cute anyways. thank u!!

Yes anon, thank you! This is such a cute request. I hope I've done it justice.

Requests for Character x Reader fics are currently open in my Asks. Please read the guidelines first before requesting.

-Birdy

Title: Crush Fandom: Star Wars: Skywalker Saga Genres: Sci-Fi; Romance; Fluff Setting: Sometime later on in the Force Awakens Characters: Poe Dameron; Reader Pairings: Poe Dameron x Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Warnings: None :) Perhaps extremely mild, fluffy, sexuality Word Count: 2805

Summary: You work for the Resistance at the Base on D'Qar. Wing Commander Poe Dameron has a crush on you and he's surprisingly awkward about it...

It's late, and you are walking the empty corridors of the Resistance Base on D'Qar. You like the base at this time of night. It's peaceful and your long trips between the various offices and briefing rooms and your own place of work, the records room, give you time to think.

You're making your final trip back to the records room for the night. In your hands is a box full of data sticks and holo chips. Every time there's a skirmish, a raid, or an offensive to plot against the First Order, Resistance Officers descend upon the archive, stripping it like locusts. They are looking for information, knowledge, maps, schematics anything that might help them understand the weaponry, tech, locations and terrain they might be up against.

You have tried to explain that if they really have to take records out of the records room, they really do need to bring them back. If this information gets lost, so too does the history of the Republic, the Resistance, the First Order and its Imperial predecessor, the Galactic Empire. No one listens. You don't mind that much. It is wartime after all.

So you spend your nights too-ing and fro-ing until you've gathered up all the records left abandoned in consoles and holo readers and on the tops of desks. You really have had to burn the candle at both ends recently and you think you know why. There are whispers spreading through the base that General Organa will soon need to launch an attack on the First Order's monstrous weapon on Starkiller base.

You take pride in what you do. It's not flying an X-Wing, but it's important.

Someone who does fly an X-Wing - and does it very well - is Wing Commander, Poe Dameron. But right now, he's scrabbling about on the floor with you, trying to salvage the precious hoard of information that went flying in a shower of little plastic bits when his droid barrelled into you from the opposite direction and sent the box flying from your hands.

"BB-8!" he exclaims, bending down to scoop up handfuls of data chips and throw them in the box he has righted for you, "C'mon buddy, how many times have I told you to watch where you're rolling!"

The little round ball of orange and white metal chitters indignantly. From your sitting position on the floor, you pause in your work to reach over and give BB-8 a reassuring pat on his semi-spherical head. The droid vibrates and makes a docile purring sound. You can't help the small laugh that escapes you. You've always thought he was the cutest little astromech around.

When you raise your eyes, Dameron is staring at you, slightly open mouthed. You're seen him around the base plenty of times, but this is the first time you've really looked at him up close. His handsome face is framed by a crop of brown curls and adorned with deep set eyes that are so dark they are almost black. Still, they sparkle like a night full of stars.

Wordlessly, Dameron reaches out a free hand to you and you take it as he pulls you back onto your feet. You pick up the box and he funnels the last of the data sticks balanced precariously in the crook of his elbow into the receptacle.

"So, how come I've not seen you around before?" He asks.

"Oh, I've been here," you laugh, "I think you've probably just been too busy to notice."

"Yeah, I'm busy, not blind..." he mutters, more to himself than to you, "Uh, I mean..."

He looks awkward and you cut him off to introduce yourself and save him from his unease. Still, you feel a pleasant blush creep into your cheeks at both his insinuation and the fact that appears to be slightly flustered in your presence.

"Poe," he responds, confidence returning with a dazzling smile that you are certain must get him into trouble.

"I know," you reply, allowing yourself to give him a cheeky smirk of your own.

"Do you always walk around the base this late at night?"

"Yes," you say simply, then, after a pause, you throw the question back at him, "Do you?"

"No," he chuckles wearily and rubs the back of his neck, "Couldn't sleep."

He does look tired. Upon closer inspection, there are dark circles under his eyes and a five o'clock shadow sits upon his well-defined jaw and creeps up towards his sharp cheekbones. There have been a lot of skirmishes with the First Order lately and a lot of good pilots have been lost, pilots under Dameron's command. You feel a flash of deep sympathy for him. You don't envy the responsibility he bears and it is clearly weighing heavy on him tonight.

"Well. Goodnight, Commander," you say after a lingering but not uncomfortable pause.

You hope he'll maybe get some rest tonight at least.

He nods at you and smiles softly.

"Goodnight."

BB-8 cheeps a farewell.

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In all the time you've been on D'Qar. You've never once seen Poe Dameron, ace pilot, in the records room. Yet here he is at your desk with BB-8 in tow.

"Hello Commander, what can I help you with today?"

"I..."

Poe draws the syllable out as he leans forward conspiratorially across the desk. He raps his knuckles on its cheap plast-cast surface. He's stalling for time. He's here to see you, you realise, and it sends a giddy little thrill through your body.

"...am here for some records," he finally says and you can tell he instantly regrets it.

He attempts to give you his trademark winning smile but it's really more of an embarrassed grimace. He looks away from you with a imperceptible shake of his head that sends a few of his rich, chocolate curls spilling across his forehead. He runs his hands through his hair, sweeping the dark tendrils back off his face.

You can see that he thinks he looks stupid. He's clearly not used to it, and you want to say something to make him feel better. You think it's sweet that he's come to see you.

Was he just passing, you wonder? Or did he plan it?

You never get the chance to ask. The sudden din of the pilot scramble alert swallows any potential words you might say whole. It is accompanied, as always, by the emergency lighting system which sets off flashing red pulses throughout the entire base.

Poe Dameron doesn't move. He's studying you intently with those endless eyes that are paradoxically both dark and luminescent.

"Uh. Commander?" You point upward to the nearest emergency light which is flashing just above your head.

Slowly, as if reluctant to tear himself away, his gaze leaves your face and follows your finger up to the ceiling.

"Right," he says, then starts and looks around wildly as if he is only just hearing the blaring alarm for the first time. "Right!"

He turns and sprints away from your desk at an alarming pace, BB-8 whizzing after him. He spins clumsily halfway down the room, momentum almost sending him barrelling into a row of desks where readers can, usually, study in relative peace and quiet. A haughty looking admin officer seated nearby rolls his eyes.

"I'll be back for those records!" Poe shouts back at you, as if it's the most important promise he's ever made.

It makes you laugh, and you hope to the Force he has the opportunity to do so as he and BB-8 disappear round the corner to prepare to take to the skies into some awful fray.

"Saved by the bell, huh?"

You jump, startled out of your reverie, and turn to see your colleague Marjane who has sidled up beside you. She's a gregarious, older lady with big heart and a preference for men half her age.

"That young man has never been awkward around a woman a day in his life," she says sagely, pointing to the spot where Poe had stood moments ago as if the outline of him were still tangible, "What spell did you use and can I have it?"

You grin and hold your hands up defensively.

"He's got a crush on you," she winks slyly and walks back to her desk.

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The next time you see Poe Dameron it's milliseconds before he crashes into you at speed in the same corridor, on the same corner where BB-8 sent you sprawling only a few weeks earlier.

You've smacked your forehead right off his sharp, chiselled cheek bone and the two of you are are nursing your wounds either side of the corridor. You are resting your sore head against the nearest cool durasteel wall, and he is leaning his back against the opposite one, holding a palm to his face which is stricken with a comical expression of surprise.

BB-8, perhaps the most compassionate droid you've even known, rolls back and forth between you both, as if unsure of who needs the most of his sympathy.

When you finally feel like you can open your eyes again without seeing stars, you turn away from the wall and find that Poe has moved to stand directly in front of you. He's wearing a white tank top and lightweight cargo pants and he has clearly been running. His broad shoulders rise and fall from his interrupted physical exertion.

A lot of the pilots keep fit by jogging through the endless maze of corridors within the labyrinthine base during the heavy torrents of rain that occasionally lash the otherwise temperate D'Qar.

"Are you ok?" he asks, concerned, and he cups your face gently in his hands with exhilarating forwardness to examine the red mark that is blossoming on your forehead.

It's a surprisingly intimate gesture. You wonder if he can feel the heat growing in your cheeks, but his hands are already warm from exercise. You can feel the course pads of his finger tips exerting a reassuring pressure against your skin.

"Force, what a shiner, I didn't know my head was that hard!"

"You've got a good one coming in too," you say, snaking your hand up between the two of you to carefully press a finger against the clear point of impact on his cheek.

"Ow!" he breaks away dramatically and you both laugh. "I'm not sure we can blame the droid this time," you say.

BB-8 chirps and wobbles cheerfully on the floor.

"No, this one's on me. I mean you too, I guess. It takes two to uh...you know..."

"Collide in a corridor?"

"Yeah, that."

There's a stilted silence and you hope he might say something more, like, wanna hang out sometime? or I know this great place to watch the stars or let's go for a joyride in my X-Wing... but he doesn't.

"Well, I better ..." he makes a little jogging motion with his arms, "Sorry about the whole running and the crashing and the headache thing."

You smile, and try to hide the little twang of disappointment you feel.

"Of course," you say, "Good evening, Commander."

He taps two fingers off his forehead in a mock salute before jogging past you in the opposite direction from your way of travel.

BB-8 doesn't follow immediately, sitting at your feet for moment longer. You look down to see his dark, glassy photoreceptor fixed on you. You shrug at him and he gives you a consolatory whirring sound before rolling off to catch up with his master.

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It's Poe's birthday and General Organa has given everyone strict orders to have a good time. The Resistance leadership are having to launch so many sorties against the First Order lately that she's had to place a complete ban on alcohol consumption lest the pilots have to enact an emergency scramble. This doesn't appear to have dampened the mood one iota and as you enter the hanger, the party is in full swing.

The whole base has turned out, as you'd expected. The hanger is packed with people chatting and dancing. Some of the engineers have obviously been hard at work wiring up whatever miscellaneous light sources they could find to hang rustic makeshift fairy lights from the durasteel beams and support columns. The upbeat music pulses through ancient, crackling speakers and is joined melodiously with people singing and raucous bursts of laughter.

It's a glorious feeling. Wartime hasn't been easy. You all need this.

Before you can even get yourself a drink or find your friends, someone takes your hand and leads you into the crowd of dancers. Your heart skips a beat as you realise it's Poe. He's a good dancer in that way some men are - all bent knees and elbows, but somehow able to make it rhythmical. You are grinning at each other like idiots, mirroring your energies, lost in the music.

Finally, you think.

Then, without warning, somebody jostles past you and grabs Poe around the waist. Then someone else comes. And another. And another. You soon realise it's members of his fighter squadron as they cart him away from you through the hangar and outside onto the landing grounds.

You laugh as you are swept along in the stampede of excitement that follows. Of course, you remember. It's tradition amongst the flyers to soak the birthday boy or girl with the emergency fire hoses.

Finn, the ex-Stormtrooper who has recently joined the Resistance, has the courtesy to give you an apologetic smile as he races past you to join in on the action. As a close friend of Poe, you have a suspicion that he is probably more aware than the others of the moment they have just interrupted. You don't mind. Not really.

Once outside underneath D'Qar's clear night's sky, Poe barely has the chance to ready himself when four powerful jets of water are turned on him. He jumps this way and that in a futile attempt to avoid the deluge. Any time it looks like he might escape, someone grabs him and spins him around so that he redirected back to his watery fate. He is wet through in seconds.

The gigantic, gruff but beloved Second Engineer, Toko, notices BB-8 by his feet and he picks up the little droid who screeches in alarm. Poe shouts over the noise, pointing at the big man with one hand as he skips around, trying to deflect a myriad of water blasts to his face and body.

"Not my droid! NOT MY DROID!"

Everyone laughs. The Engineer, only teasing, sets the wriggling mechanical ball down gently and gives him a pat on the head.

Finally, the hoses are turned off and Poe's squad rush towards him cheering and shouting. He shakes himself violently and flicks his dripping hands over his nearest assailants. His flyers drag him to the ground and they all collapse on top of him in a soggy, giddy heap.

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There has been a skirmish with the First Order and the atmosphere on the base has been tense all day. The sun is setting on D'Qar and finally, finally, the fighter squadrons are retuning.

You count the X-Wings as they land, your heart racing. They're all here, you realise. Every single one of them has come back. It's so rare these days.

Your friend, Maya, claps you on the shoulder as she speeds past to greet her twin sister, Selina, the two young women colliding into a rough embrace as the latter leaps out of her X-Wing.

You are overcome with emotion and you clasp your hands over your mouth and fold in the middle. With a disbelieving laugh you put your hands on your knees and push yourself upright slowly.

Then, you are looking for him. For Poe. Your eyes scan the hanger and the landing pads beyond, a sea of orange flight suits. There. In the midst of the joyous commotion, there he is. He's checking on his flyers, slapping them on their backs, giving and receiving hugs, grasping arms tightly with comrades in relief and celebration.

As if he senses that you are looking for him, he locks eyes with you across the hanger. With a purposeful gait, he strides over until he's so close you can feel the victorious energy vibrating off his body.

He surveys your face intently with those deep pools of midnight, flicking his gaze between your lips and your eyes. He's trying to suppress a smirk, a muscle working in his cheek.

"I think I'd like to see you more often," he finally says.

It comes out funny, almost like an order, but it's the most direct he's ever been. Without hesitation, you grab him by the lapels of his orange flight suit and pull him into a deep kiss.

Fuelled by adrenaline and the heady jubilation of the moment, Poe drops his helmet, and without breaking your embrace, he circles one hand around your waist, and uses the other to support the nape of your neck. Then, he dips you almost parallel to the ground as you kiss like a scene from a romance holo.

A ripple of cheers and good natured laughter passes around the hanger as Poe sets you, breathless, back on your feet.

A dashing grin spreads wide across his handsome face.

"I'd like that too," you say as you lean in for another long awaited kiss.

[techtalksfics]

Just As You Are (Tech x Reader)

Summary: Everyone is a little fragile after the Ipsium incident and Tech wonders if you'd be better off with someone...well, less like him.

Authors Note: Sorry if this is awful.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3k

When you walked into Cid's parlour, you could feel that something was different. Very different.

The air was uneasy. All the usual happiness, the playfulness of relaxation was gone.

Yet, the bar was quiet as usual. Bolo and Ketch were certainly normal. Their boisterous laughter was the only sound in the room.

Cid was fixing one of the slot machines and the Bad Batch were not speaking to her and she was not speaking to them. There was a painful silence suspended in the air around them all.

Suddenly, you knew what was different. Your favourite clones were silent, contemplative and one clone was missing. Where on earth was Tech.

His usual spot at the end of the bar was empty.

"Where's Tech?" You asked as you made your way around the dirty tables. Hunter had spotted you as you came through the door but he had sensed your approach moments before. He noticed that you were still in your formal work dress and boots. You'd come straight here because you knew they'd returned and Hunter knew exactly why you'd come.

He knew you couldn't resist seeing Tech.

"He's fixing the ship. He didn't seem to want any company so we left him to get on with it." Hunter muttered most of those words, the deep intonation of his voice rumbled through the uneasy air. He took a long slurp of the drink in his hand before he placed it on the bar. Despite this action, his eyes remained fixed on you.

Your eyes drifted to Omega. You had been worried for her since Tech had informed you in a message that he had stayed behind on Coruscant. She looked broken and you knew how much she missed Echo. You also knew how much she feared being left behind by her brothers.

And now that was becoming a reality for her. You felt a paroxysm of sympathetic pain in your chest as you looked at Omega, then Hunter and Wrecker. They all looked disgruntled, tired and a little bit lost and you didn't think that Echo was the only reason. Though his absence clearly did not help.

Truthfully, you were shocked that Echo had decided to stay behind. You understood why but surely he knew the pain that Omega would feel.

As you approached her, she finally looked up at you and offered a tired smile.

"Holding up okay, kid?" You asked with a quirked brow. She always giggled slightly at the odd expression on your face. She nodded her head and as you placed your hand upon her shoulder, you felt her cool hand immediately reach for yours. She kept her hand atop yours.

You wanted her to know that you were there. It wouldn't stop her missing Echo but you could reassure her that she'd never be truly alone.

Your finger gently brushed over the Kyber crystal around your neck. A dear friend gave this to you before Order 66, before the Empire. You also thought it protected you as you fought against the Empire. Omega watched your fingers graze over the crystal gently.

You took hold of the thread that held the crystal around your neck and lifted it off. You held it out for Omega. As she took hold of it, her face lit up.

"Now Omega," you began, bending down onto one knee, your eyes level with hers, "this crystal was a gift from a dear friend who died a long time ago. He saved me when I was scared, when I was alone. He told me that it would protect me and it always has." She looked at you and tried to hand it back to you.

Qui-Gonn has been with me for all these years and now your neck felt empty but you knew Omega needed the comfort of the crystal more than you.

The bloodstone crystal was in her small, soft hand and the thread hung loosely around her sides of her hand. Her index finger reached to softly stroke the crystal and you could feel the force glow around it. Qui-Gonn would be happy with you giving it away. After all, he had given it you when you were only a lost child and now you were doing the same.

You folded your fingers around hers so that she grasped the crystal, "and now I am gifting this to you. It will keep you safe. Keep your brothers safe, even Echo."

"Thank you," she whispered and placed the crystal around her neck. With a nod, you stood and grabbed Hunter's drink from the bar. You took a small sip and smirked at Hunter. Normally he would be bothered by the action but his heart had softened at your kindness to Omega.

"Tech definitely at the ship," Omega quipped as her fingers played with the crystal, "if you want to go see him, do. He may not want our company right now. But I think he'll appreciate yours. He wasn't sure if you were in Ord Mantell so he didn't know if she should contact you."

Omega was far too intuitive for her own good.

With that kind affirmation, you fixed your dress and headed out the door.

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If Omega believed Tech was in the dockyard, then that is where you wanted to go. As you approached the Marauder, you carefully approached the toned legs sticking out as the rest of the body was covered by the Marauder. When you were close enough, you gently nudged the leg that was raised up. "Hello Tech," you offered as he continued his work.

You heard him mumble a gentle but saddened hello.

For a moment, you stood back and simply watched his nimble fingers rewiring the ship. As his hand took the hydrospanner from his belt, he continued on with his work.

He was unsually quiet.

Even the dockyard felt different. You called out his name gently and he immediately rolled out from under the ship, his eyes fixed on you. There was a melancholy edge to  his gaze. Those wonderful brown eyes, which were usually so confident and happy, glistened with doubt and insecurities.

“Are you okay?” You slowly asked as he dropped his head back down, looking at the ship. He didn't continue working, yet he feared looking at you as he couldn't give away everything he was feeling.

He blinked at you and asserted, "I am fine, thank you." He played with the spanner in his hand and pushed himself back under the ship. He began tweaking away. You rested your arm against a metal crate that was beside the ship. You shivered as the cool metal lowered your body temperature. The air cooled considerably as you simply watched him work.

You knew he wasn't ready to talk.

So, you took out your PADD and began looking at your work briefs for your upcoming trial. A case of criminal negligence by an important official in Naboo. A somewhat unpleasant case to deal with but you prided yourself on fighting for those who cannot fight for themselves. You had limited time on Ord Mantell but even a moment with Tech made the trip to this planet worth it.

For a while, you both worked away. You read through the brief and reviewed the submitted evidence. You only stopped to hand Tech the tools he needed that were out of his grasp.

Secretly, you loved these comfortable silences where productivity was valued over baseless conversation and you didn't want to push him into talking about whatever had placed sadness in his eyes.

Suddenly, Tech pulled himself out from under the ship and stood quickly, his eyes fixed on you. He brushed off his blue trousers and adjusted his goggles, as he always did when he was nervous. He sucked in a breath and bluntly asked, “would you not prefer to be around someone who expressed emotions the way others do?”

“What?” You asked, shocked by his unexpected outburst.

“I know that perhaps I do not focus my attention on you the way I should. I upset Omega simply because I could not understand her reaction to Echo’s temporary departure. It led me to wonder if I am capable of being a suitable companion to someone as wonderful as you.”

You are so much more than a companion Tech, you painfully admitted to yourself. Your actual response was perhaps a little more conservative, you'd never really discussed what you were to each other. He had approached you slowly and positioned himself next to you, his back and hips pressed against the crate.

“No Tech,” you reached for his free hand, “I prefer you. I prefer your fascination with everything unexplained, everything technical, everything wonderful. I prefer your mind, your way of speaking. The way you explain everything to me. You are so much more than suitable. You are more than enough. I just…” you gave his hand a gloved gentle squeeze and his cheeks coloured, his head turned away, “I just prefer you.” You pulled at his hand gently, encouraging him to look at you again. You couldn’t help the slight frown that crossed your lips as you were pained by his self-doubt. His eyes remained on the floor. “Why would you ask me such a thing, Tech?”

“On our most recent mission to mine the Ipsium, Omega truly believed that I did not care about the absence of Echo. I –“ he laced his fingers through yours, adding strength to a previously limp connection, “I was unaware that this was the brashness I was presenting. I managed to upset Omega, Wrecker…even Hunter. Simply because I process information and situations differently than they do.”

“There is nothing wrong with the way you process information, Tech.” You raised his hand gently and kissed his fingertips, yet you noticed that his expression remained pained. However, he let out a soft sight as you placed a second careful kiss to his fingertips. You wished he wouldn't wear gloves. Well, pained for Tech. His eyes were lingering on the Marauder and his lips ever so slightly frowned. You looked at the ship which was lit under the soft glow of the moon from above and a harsh glow from the spotlights below the ship fought with the soft light of the moon as the light glimmered on the ship.

“That is not all that happened on this mission.” He sighed gently and you gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” As he began to explain what happened to Omega, the conversation they had in the cave, the ‘failures’ he had encountered from his behaviour to the kid that had stolen their ship, you felt your heart ache for him. Your chest tightened with every snippet of information he discussed, and he discussed many.

He hadn’t let go of your hand. This simple act of affection meant everything to you.

As he finished his tale, you let out a pained whisper, “Tech.” He still didn’t look at you.

“Is there a different way I should be expressing my emotions?”

“No, Tech. The way you are is just fine.”

“But perhaps –“ He began and before you could allow his thoughts to spiral, you interrupted his pained thoughts. “If you think for even one second that you need to change the way you are then you must listen to me.” He let go of your hand so that he could rub at the back of his neck. You place your hand on his cheek, feeling the heat of his embarrassment. “You are magnificent, and you are wonderful, just as you are.”

His expression was still pained. I had better confess it now, whilst I am trying to express my emotions, he thought logically. “I also worry that you may also be unaware of my true feelings at times. That was my true reason for asking.” He said it so plainly that you couldn’t help but experience a bolt of lightning hitting your stomach. Not only did he care; he cared about you in a way that he had never truly expressed.

“Tech, I know how much you care for your brothers. For Echo. For Crosshair. But I also know that you care about me.” The corners of your lips twitched as the heat reached your cheeks. The cool air made the heat of your cheeks tender.

“I was not simply confessing that I care about you. Not in the way I care for my lost brothers.” He countered gently and the dusted pink of his cheeks began spreading to his neck. He looked into your eyes, searching for evidence that he should not continue, that you were uncomfortable with his train of thought. Yet, he only found the usual caring gaze in your emerald eyes. He had always loved the depth of green he saw when he looked into them deeply. “I was referring to my ardent and, at times, amorous feelings for you.”

“The amorous feelings you have for me?” You repeated slowly, as if you were entirely unaware of them.

He hadn’t ever directly mentioned them before, although you had suspected them. He always took the time to explain technical things to you. He sat closer to you than he did anyone else. You had caught him staring at certain revealing outfits you had worn for political events. You noticed the way he smiled when you were heatedly debated things with Echo. Simply put, you had noticed the little things.

“Tech, if you think I am unaware that you care a great deal about me then you are, possibly for the first time since I’ve known you, sorely mistaken.” He looked perturbed at the notion he had been so obvious. He thought he had been discrete.

With a soft chuckle you let go of his hand and hopped up onto the metallic crate that your body had been resting against as you’d spoken to him. As he simply watched you, with a sheepish but doe-eyed expression, you couldn’t help but shake your head with a chuckle. You indicated that he should sit next to you.

With a little pat, pat on the space beside you.

He complied and quickly moved to sit next to you. His shoulders uncharacteristically sagged a little. The pain of the recent revelations clearly weighing on his body. You gently whispered his name as you looked up towards the moons effervescent light. His head didn’t quite face you but you could tell you’d dragged him from his thoughts.

“I meant what I said, my darling clone.” The pink hue reappeared on his cheeks. “I prefer you. I would even say that I care about you more than anyone. Plus,” you chuckled faintly again, “I am hardly an expert on excessive emotion. I am a lawyer, a politician of sorts I suppose. Reason, logic and knowledge are the things I cherish the most.  You have all of those things in your marvellous brain in abundance.” With a startled stutter, his eyes finally snapped up to yours. “Did you think I have a wealth of work on Ord Mantell? I don’t come here for legal debate. I come here for you. I will always go where you are. I can’t seem to help myself.”

My god, how could he not know?

You hadn’t noticed the silence that filled the usually cluttered and crowded dockyard. It floated around you both melodiously. But as you noticed that he had no intention of speaking, you continued with your confession, “Tech, it’s okay that you don’t express things the way others do. I understand you and I understand the little things that you do for me. I know what it all means. I know you care. I wouldn’t ask anymore of you because what we have, even though we haven't labelled it, is wonderful, just as it is.”

“Thank you,” he whispered gently, taking hold of your hand once more. You took the opportunity to rest your head on his muscular shoulder. It was softer than you expected.

And then he did the truly unexpected. He rested his head atop yours.

“I am glad that you understand me, meshla.” He said it so gently that you weren’t absolutely sure that he’d said it. He sighed and said, “I have so many repairs to do. We have issues with the skip drive, the power grid is slightly damage from the scrappers who stole the ship and Omega has broken her communications device again.”

“Again?” You laughed as you spoke. That kid breaks that device every time they leave this planet, you thought gently. Tech uttered a yes as he pulled the device out from his belt. The buttons blinked erratically, and you could see the plate was bent out of place.

“Sorry,” he whispered as he lay his back on top of yours, “I suppose I just ruined the moment.”

“Not at all. If anything, you proved that you will always be the magnificent Tech that I care so much for. Fixing everything and impressing the hell out of me.” Your eyes closed softly as you enjoyed the warmth radiating from him. “You could even say that this is romantic.”

“How is this” he gestured to the cluttered dockyard, “romantic?”

“We are sitting together under moonlight.” You laughed and confirmed, “that’s pretty damn romantic to me.”

"You look very... pretty this evening. I -" he smiled softly as his fingers played with the fabric pooled around your thighs. "I find this dress very distracting, it is simply gorgeous."

"Thank you. I had another silly corporate dinner." You feel into a comfortable silence.

“I suppose now would not be an appropriate time to start fixing the comm device.” You laughed at this statement, knowing he was eager to get back work.

“No it wouldn’t,” you lifted your head and gingerly reached towards him, placing a soft kiss to his cheek, “but do it anyway. But let me tell you a secret first.” He looked shocked as his head finally turned your direction. You kissed his cheek again, liking the way it made his cheeks flush deeper. He was almost crimson now. After that little kiss, you were close enough to reach and whisper in his ear. “I find it extremely sexy when you work on the ship.”

He arched an eyebrow and afforded you a true Tech smile. He was calm once more. You always knew the right thing to say.

Sexy, he wondered, how on Earth was it sexy? He realised the why didn’t really matter. What mattered was how he could keep you thinking that.

And so, he reached for his tool belt and pulled out a small hydrospanner. Time to get to work.

[chad-something]

BEHOLD Fic Recs!!!! 18+

Notes: I’m reposting this because it seems to have disappeared completely from my account!! After the week we’ve all had I thought I’d accumulate some of my favs 🥹🥹 I’ll make a list for fluffy fics as well! Big love.

Side note, there is no theme, the theme is chaos fuck you Filoni

Warnings: These all contain 18+ content, minors do not interact - all posts contain individual warnings.

Expensive Tastes: by @eloquentmoon - cad bane x AFAB!reader

• Good lord. Need I say more? I want this shit tattooed on my fucking eyelids.

Rough Day: by @no-droids - mando x F!reader

• Because obviously. Is it too much to call this the Bible for fanfic readers?

Tech Savvy: by @bb-8 - Tech x F!reader

• Pure, unadulterated perfection.

Can I help with that?: by @nahoney22 - Tech x F!reader

• She needs no introduction. All of Honey’s work is PERFECTION!! I’m kicking my feet and blushing thinking about it all.

Handling: by @moodymisty - Tech x F!reader

• Again, she needs no introduction. Incredible writing AND incredible sex, what more could you ask for? I just adore all of her stuff!!

Catch and Release: by @sporadicthingcollection - Cad Bane x F!reader

• This was the first fic I ever read on ao3 after somebody sent it to me and I remember with such clarity being like … wait… this shit can be GOOD good?! I feel like I’m reading a Jane Austen novel rn except it’s pure smut and about a blue space cowboy. I seriously hang off Emberly’s every word - this fic and the whole series is AMAZING

Poise Counterpoise: by @sporadicthingcollection - Tech x F!reader

• Mmm same as above but for tech. I want to inject this into my brain?!

Quick and Dirty: by @eyecandyeoz - Tech x Reader

• Everything. All of Candy’s stuff. But in light of recent events this one has been on my mind!

Multitasking: by @neon-junkie - Tech x GN!reader

• I dare you to find a fic by neonjunkie that I won’t obsess over, this is one of my personal favs

Coriolis Effect: by @uponrightful - Crosshair x reader

• FANTASTIC Crosshair series with excellent writing, pacing, and smut by uponrightful

What Boba thinks about on the throne: by @saradika - Boba x F!reader

• I’m blushing. Every. Single. Fic. Is. Perfection. (And read kinktober 2021 NEEEOOOOOOWW)

These are just some off the top of my head to help ease the pain from the finale!! I’ll be back with more soon I’m sure - and there are so many other fluffy fics I adore that I can’t wait to shout out asap

(Boarders by @saradika)

Em x

[bunkoos-mole-enthusiast]

Weekly Jungkook Fanfic Recs

Some fine JK fics for your reading pleasure. 🔞 Please show your appreciation to all the wonderful authors :)

A Date With Destiny: You are a boss lady in the tech industry travelling to world for work. He is a chart-topping artist touring the globe to perform in front of millions of fans. In the cosmos of life, you are not likely to cross paths. Luckily, fate has a different plan for you two. https://missgeniality.tumblr.com/post/641160701485907969/a-date-with-destiny-m

Strip Lawyer: Years ago, as Jungkook’s tutor, you played a game – but not to completion. Today, he does the teaching. And he’s intent on reaching the finale. https://missgeniality.tumblr.com/post/707124480570490880/strip-lawyer-m

Adore: What's the worst that can happen when you go to your favorite local drive-thru coffee shack? I'm glad you asked. A lot. A lot can happen. https://www.tumblr.com/mochilatae/697973958002327552/adore?source=shareBoohttps://www.tumblr.com/mochilatae/699599856704061440/boo?source=share What Now?: For as long as you and Jungkook have been friends, your feelings for him have been unrequited. Or have they? https://theharrowing.tumblr.com/post/711375653144084480/what-now

Sea: A chance encounter, or a twist of fate? https://www.wattpad.com/1264268562-sea-~-part-1 Dark Tide: It is one year on from her chance meeting with Jungkook on the Goseong coast, and the last thing she expected was that they would meet again in Seoul. https://www.wattpad.com/1364231203-dark-tide-author%27s-notes Bittersweet: Ellie is at a party with her friends when they give her her crushes phone number. Saying she'll never talk to him, she refuses it. Though, the alcohol she's been drinking gives her a boost of confidence. But when she dials the wrong number and ends up calling Jeon Jungkook, things spiral out of control. https://www.wattpad.com/739872382-bittersweet-%C2%BB-j-jk-%E2%9C%93-1-hello Esta Danada: Life through the eyes of someone who watches you fall apart and helps gather the shards of your heart, only for you to make the same mistake time and time again, but he refuses to accept the truth because to him, you’re infallible. https://aquagustd.tumblr.com/post/666143278078558208/est%C3%A1-da%C3%B1ada-jjk Last Call: Jeon Jungkook is the hottest bartender in the city. Everyone has their sights set on him, but it seems he has his sights set on you. https://xjoonchildx.tumblr.com/post/621953156746706944/last-call-jjk-x-reader Netflix & Chill:  If you planned things right, you could rain down your raging displeasure on Jeon Jungkook right after the meal but before this proposed ‘Netflix and chilling,’ maybe dramatically throw your glass of wine at him, before storming out of his place and reporting him to the authorities (Namjoon) for his douchebag personality. https://1kook.tumblr.com/post/620748965092212736/netflix-chill

[ivonhart]

love and war | wrecker x fem twi'lek!reader

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summary: The love you shared was one of wide smiles and flushed cheeks. The love that made your heart grow twofold to the point it ached. The love that made one believe in soulmates. But with this love came war. War to survive in such a harsh world. War to ensure that the light of love would not be snuffed out by the growing darkness throughout the galaxy. War to simply…find peace.

a/n: !! chapter warning !! breif mention of Twi'lek enslavement and sexual/physical abuse that came with it (nothing major just one line about it) / because it was never specified how long the BB were on Pabu I kinda just took some creative liberties with it

The tidal wave that struck Pabu left the lower regions in complete disarray. The walkways that were once lined with homes were now covered in mud and debris which you hastily maneuvered your way through. You didn’t care that your dress was getting dirty or the fact that your legs suffered from scraps here and there…you just had to get home.

As you did, your absence from the landing pad was quickly noted. “Uh…Phee?” Wrecker gained the woman’s attention before he proceeded to ask where you had gone. “I’ve been looking for her, but I can’t find her anywhere.” That was when Phee’s head snapped towards lower Pabu, and with a soft curse she bolted to the pathway leading down.

Her sudden, and unusual, reaction caused the Batch to follow close on her tail. That’s when they found you…dress muddy and torn, sitting around the debris that was once your home. Your head hung low as you cried, causing your lekkus to drape across your shoulders and obscure your vision.

A soft call of your name caused you to look up and that was when you saw Omega closing the distance between you and the rest of the Batch; along with Phee. Her large, blue eyes filled with worry when she realized you were cradling multiple dead plants you had once tended to. Despite the fact the little girl barely knew you, she was smart enough to know how deeply you cared for life. “We were looking for you.”

A choked sob ripped its way from your chest as you tried to compose yourself to answer her. “O-Oh, my.” You gently placed the plants on the ground before wiping the tears from your cheeks, not even registering the fact that dirt smudged itself onto your skin in the process. “I’m so sorry.”

“You ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry about.” The sight of Wrecker caused more tears to stream from your face and with a shaky sob you dropped your head into your hands. In the blink of an eye, Omega wrapped her arms around your shoulders as they shook from your cries. “This-This was a-all I had-had.” You said in between hiccups.

“Almost two years of work caring for those plants…gone.” Phee softly said a few feet away from you, causing Hunter and Tech to look towards her. A sympathetic hum passed Hunter’s lips whilst Tech responded. “It makes sense why she seems to be so distressed. Growing plants from a multitude of planets takes a monumental amount of time and patience.” Phee softly shook her head as she watched Wrecker’s large hand hover over one of your shoulders.

He wanted to comfort you, but he couldn’t take the leap. “It’s much more than that, Brown Eyes.” Was all Phee said before making her way towards Wrecker and when she got next to him she pushed his hand so that it would touch your skin. The familiar warmth of the clone’s skin caused you to look up at him and at that moment, Wrecker vowed he would do everything in his power to never see you in such pain again.

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It had been a few days since the start of rebuilding lower Pabu began and the majority of the time, the Batch focused on your house and shop. Perhaps it was Phee who told them too or even Shepard, because you didn’t understand why they were so keen on helping you. Wrecker would lug the materials whilst Tech put them in the correct places all while Hunter was giving directions with Omega copying what he said right after. “Please, you don’t have to do this. Really.” You softly said towards Hunter after bringing them a basket full of food.

It was the first day they began to rebuild your home and you felt as though you were taking advantage of them. The man looked at you with soft eyes and shook his head. “It’s no trouble.” He motioned his head towards Wrecker and Omega who were digging into the basket whilst Tech gently picked things out. “And besides, they wouldn’t take no for an answer anyway.”

A small smile graced your lips. “Omega is a sweet girl.” Hunter hummed his agreement before responding. “And Wrecker?” That’s when the familiar heat rose in your cheeks, causing you to look down with a small laugh. Your hand pulled one of your lekkus over your shoulder in order to hold it.

Hunter turned back to you with a knowing look as you shook your head with a smile. With a gentle shove you ushered him towards the food. “Go. Eat.” As the two of you got closer, Omega bounced over to you with a happy call of your name. “Thank you so much for the food!” A large smile overtook your face as you patted the little girl’s head. “Of course, Omega.” You looked towards the rest of the group. “It’s the least I can do for all you are doing for me.”

“I had told Wrecker many times that it would be more beneficial for all of Pabu if we distributed our help out, but he was most insistent on helping you.” Tech’s words caused Wrecker’s eyes to go wide and a gasp to leave him mid chew, resulting in a fit of coughs to leave him. Unaware that his words were the cause of it, Tech simply patted him on the back without looking up from his datapad.

From beside you, Omega was giggling whilst you smiled with warm cheeks. A heavy sigh left Wrecker after his coughing died down, though he kept his eyes away from you. “It wasn’t just that though!” Before you could look at Wrecker any longer, Omega started speaking. “We saw how much your home meant to you and we wanted to help.” That’s when a wave of guilt and shame washed over you, causing your smile to falter. “I still don’t think I should be taking all your attention. Everyone else on this island cares for their homes like me.”

“But this was all you had.” Omega stated. The group noted the way the atmosphere grew grim as your smile fell completely. A brief moment of realization that this was all you had flooded you. The little girl did not know why something shifted in the air and looked up at you with worried eyes.

“Did I say something wrong?” You dropped to your knees in a heartbeat and shook your head. “No, sweet girl.” You began to say. “It’s just…” With a shaky sigh you grabbed hold of her hands, gaining a sense of comfort from the girl. “As you brothers most likely pieced together…I was a slave…and I never had anything that was mine until I came here.” You could feel tears start to sting the back of your eyes, but you blinked them back to continue.

“And I guess it really just hit me that what I had is gone now.” A sad look had overcome Omega’s features before she wrapped her small arms around your shoulders just like she had when they first found you in the rubble. You couldn’t fight the sob that you felt coming free so with a quiet ‘thank you’ to the girl you excused yourself from the group.

Because of how close your home was to the water, it only took a minute or so before your feet got engulfed by the salt water. You didn’t notice that you were being followed by Wrecker until you heard his voice call out your name. Quickly, you wiped away any tears you had on your cheeks before turning towards him.

His normally happy expression was twisted into one of sadness and concern. “Sorry for rushing away so quickly.” You started after clearing your throat. “I…uh…I just needed some air.” Just like his brother, Wrecker shook his head. “You don’t need to say sorry.”

A small hum left you as you slowly made your way inland before plopping yourself on the sand right next to Wrecker’s leg. “I know it must seem silly to be so emotional over a structure…” The clone slowly sat down next to you as you began to talk. “But, for most of my life I never had anything that belonged to me.” You didn’t understand why you felt so safe talking about your life with Wrecker. It was as if you couldn’t hold back even if you wanted to.

“Not even my body belonged to me.” As you spoke you brushed your head-tails over your shoulders so they fell across your chest. “My body was used for many things: from cooking and cleaning, to their twisted sexual desires…even to taking the lives of those they hated.” Since you started speaking you didn’t take your eyes off the ocean.

You were afraid of what look would overcome Wrecker’s face as you spoke about what you were forced to do. “And denying them was never an option because they would simply shoot you down before you could even blink.” A heavy sigh followed. “So…when I was first given that home I was so excited. I finally had something that was mine.” Wrecker listened in silence and he couldn’t help but find common ground between your two stories.

Just like you, he was a slave but in a different way. “I’m so sorry you had to go through all that.” Never had you heard his voice so soft which caused you to look up at him and when you met his eyes…all you saw was understanding. No disgust or hatred…just understanding. Without another word you looked back at the ocean, but this time your head fell to rest on his large arm. And he didn’t move. Not one bit.

Weeks had passed since the reconstruction of lower Pabu began and the process was going better than ever. After you and the Batch finished your home, Tech had gifted you a handful of seeds he had picked up throughout their travels.

You remembered how his cheeks burned red as he explained he didn’t need them anymore because he had gathered enough data on the plant life of the planets. The group made a home in your heart and as time went on you realized that Wrecker took most of it up.The kind, outspoken clone never failed to make you smile…to make you laugh.The two of you found yourselves going back to that same spot on the beach at the end of each day. Sometimes to talk about what had happened that day or to simply sit in silence watching the sunset. And every time, you placed your head on his arm…and every time he didn’t move.

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a/n: the calm before the storm </3

[littlemissmanga]

LittleMissManga Fic Masterlist

My entire blog is 18+ so minors begone! The asterisk (*) denotes explicit 18+ material. Please read responsibly. If it isn't for you, I got plenty of SFW content.

So far, I've only written for Star Wars, the clones in particular, including Rex and various 501st members, The Bad Batch members, Hound, Wolffe, Cody and Boba Fett.

Requests are closed!

I'm taking a small step back so I can recharge. I'll still be lurking and hopefully working a bit on WIPs, just without the self-imposed pressure to get them done quickly. If you've sent anything in, know that I am working on it! This includes all the First Kiss Prompts.

NSFW requests are OK and welcome, but please no gore, major character death, romantic/mature relationships between padawans and adults, or clonecest.

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Random Clone Shenanigans

Clone of the Month Calendar

Tooka Interviews

Dad jokes/puns

Threesome Choice* (Rex, Jesse, Wrecker, Crosshair)

TBB Meets Sailor Moon Crack

How the 501st & BB Boys Handle a Reader with Chronic Pain

Hound

Hound Thots (SFW above, NSFW under the cut)

Broadside

Maybe Among the Stars

Rex

One Last Order Part 1, Part 2* (only part 2 is spicy).

Did He Hurt You?

Date Night Pt 1

A Little Something Sweet for Breakfast

Jesse

Kiss Prompt

"Just Lay Back and Let Me Take Care of You"*

Why Is There Rope Next to the Bed?*

Hardcase

"I'm Trying to Be Sexy and You're Laughing!" (SFW but alludes to intimacy)

Fives

"Seems Like Someone Likes Being Praised"*

Dogma

Date Night Pt 3

Date Night Pt 4

Echo

The Promise In Your Eyes

Why Echo is the best smelling clone trooper (HC)

"Seems Like Someone Likes Being Praised"*

A Teasing Echo*

Bittersweet (HC)

Spicy Echo Thot*

Wedding Speech

Tell Me*

Crosshair

Don't Forget That, Okay?

"He Was Staring At Your Ass ... And That Ass Is Mine." (SFW, but implied impact play).

Song of the Caged Bird (1/3)

Song of the Caged Bird (2/3) TK

Song of the Caged Bird (3/3) TK

What Are You Wearing?

Tech

Spicy Tech Thot - Cerebral Stimulation*

Why Now? - TK

A Mechanic in the Sun

Tech & Non-Verbal Reader

"That's the Most Attractive Thing I've Seen in My Life"*

"Looks Like Someone Likes Being Praised"*

A Little Awkward Never Killed Nobody

Home for the Holidays With You

Wrecker

A Man What Takes His Time*

"Are You Wearing My Shirt?"*

Wrecker Headcanon Asks* (SFW above the cut, NSFW under)

Wrecker Spa Day HCs

Spicy Games Thots*

Rainy Day Comforts

When Wrecker Gets Comfortable Thot (Not spicy, but there's definitely heat)

The Slow Stretch*

Hunter

"That Is the Most Attractive Thing I've Seen in My Life"

Cody

Date Night Pt 2*

Boil

The Once and Future Brother

Wolffe

Wolffe Thots* (SFW above the read more, NSFW under the read more)

"Just Lay Back and Let Me Take Care of You"*

Boba Fett

The Daimyo's Princess

My OCs (Star Wars)

Yen Ori'ken (You can read more about her in Date Night)

SFW Alphabet

NSFW Alphabet

Yen x Wolffe/Yen x Kix hcs

Yen x Cody hcs

Yen x Echo hcs

Yen x Wrecker hcs

CT-2460, Clone Pilot Corkscrew, AKA Cor

Intro & SFW Alphabet

(I don't know why this last link isn't working so I'm putting it here, too)

[starryevermore]

and back again (sequel to “to the ends of the galaxy”) ✧ commander cody

angst city™ library | send in a request (consult request faqs first)

request: OK BUT THE SMUTT THAT WOULD TAKE PLACE ON THAT SPACESHIP ON THE WAY TO THE BB BOYS (THE BBB IG YOU WILL) So soft and releasing years of yearning CODYS A VIRGIN TOO Cause he was a clone and had no time, and wanted no one other than the reader. THE READER THOUGH FUCKED ANAKIN AND SO SHE KNOWS WHAT SHES DOING (like it was a stress release fuck buddy situation) - @captainsbestgal​

pairing: commander cody x fem!jedi!reader

summary: you show cody just how much you love him. 

word count: 2,824

warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, virgin!cody, loss of virginity, soft sex, oral (m receiving), piv sex, unprotected sex, cody speaking in mando’a, pet name (mesh’la/cyar’ika/cyare)

to the ends of the galaxy (PART 1)

There was a lot of time while in hyperspace to just think. Which, now that Cody had you by his side, wasn’t such a bad thing. Before, when he was traveling on his own, he let his mind drift back to the Order, about all the things he did, of all the regret that seeped into his heart. Now, he thought about how you held his hand while on a supply run, giving his hand a gentle squeeze to let him know you were there for him. He thought about how you asked if you could kiss him when, after you both returned to the ship, he revealed that he bought your favorite fruit. If he thought long enough, he could still remember the feeling of your lips on his, the weight of your body against his as you leaned against him, the way you fingers ran through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp. 

Cody shifted in his chair, crossing his leg over his knee in an effort to hide his growing bulge. He snuck a look at you to see if you noticed. Your head was turned down, looking at some news reports on your holopad. Safa Toma had been a bit of a bust. Tech, Wrecker, and Omega had been there, but they didn’t stay for long. Most people you and him talked to didn’t know much about them. Just that they came in, Tech raced, Tech won, and then they disappeared. But, eventually, one lead led them to another to another. They were closing on the Bad Batch—or, at least, Cody hoped they were. He didn’t want this all to be for nothing (even if it did mean that he got to spend his days in close quarters with you). 

“You know, I never knew you could fly a ship,” Cody said as he watched you. It was odd, to bring it up now, after flying together for so long already. He wanted to comment on it the first time he got into your ship, but he was too focused on the fact that you were there, that you were right in front of him, that you were alive. (And, perhaps, a little distracted by the idea that he was a few steps closer to calling you his.) 

“Anakin taught me,” you said, glancing up from the report. You set the pad to the side and leaned back in your seat, looking over at Cody. With a wink, you said, “Whatever he told me to do, I did the opposite. Haven’t crashed a ship yet.”

Cody snorted. “I was about to say, it might just be time for me to take the wheel if you learned from him.”

“You don’t gotta worry about that. I would never hurt a hair on your pretty little head,” you said. Your mouth quirked up into a smirk. Your voice was deeper, more sultry, as you said, “Unless you’d like me to? Think I felt a little soldier standing at attention when I was pulling on your hair earlier.”

Cody’s face grew red hot. You did that a lot nowadays. Teased him, tried to rile him up. It didn’t take much, if he was being honest. Cody had never touched a woman before. He never really wanted to, not unless it was you. But he had a duty to the Republic, and you had your Jedi Code. It was something that never really happened. But now that you were here, giving him the attention he craved and hoped for and dreamed of, it sometimes felt like he would pass out if you so much as grazed your fingers against any bit of his bare skin. 

“I, uh—”

Cody’s words died in his throat as you got up from your seat and approached him. You swung one leg over his lap, then the other, settling into your newly discovered seat. You leaned down, lips ghosting over his. “Nervous little thing, aren’t you? This alright, pretty boy?”

“More than alright,” he managed. He wasn’t quite sure what to do with his hands. Does he leave them on the arm rests of his chair? Does he touch you? Where does he touch you? Swallowing hard, he placed his hands on your hips. He pulled you closer. “You know a lot about riling a man up for a Jedi.”

You quirked a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Kriff. Did he offend you? That was the last thing he wanted to do. “I-I just meant that your Code forbid attachment. I thought that you wouldn’t have any,” he cleared his throat, “…experience.”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. You reached up, carding your fingers through his hair. He leaned into your touch. “You don’t have to form an attachment in order to have sex, Cody. It’s just as enjoyable without it, you know.”

A sour feeling twisted at Cody’s stomach. A flash of you having sex with someone danced across his mind. He had no right to feel the way he did. You could do whatever, or whoever, you wanted. But, still, the idea ate at him.

“Did you have an attachment to every person you’ve slept with, Commander?” you asked. 

“Oh, I’ve never—” Cody cleared his throat, looking away from you. He knew you wouldn’t judge him. He knew you wouldn’t think poorly of him. But, still, a bit of…shame? humiliation?…bubbled in the pit of his stomach. “I wouldn’t know.”

A look of surprise flashed across your face. “Never?” you asked. 

“Never.” He gripped your hips a little harder, almost afraid that you might slip away from him. He didn’t want to lose you. “Never wanted anyone unless it was you.”

“Oh, Cody.” You leaned in, pressed your lips against his. As you pulled away, Cody found himself following you, leaning in. You let him, resting your forehead against his. “You’re too sweet for this galaxy.”

Cody nuzzled his nose against yours, his eyes fluttering shut. “Only because you have always been so kind. Always saw us clone as people. Treated us as friends, as family. I wanted to be the kind of man you’d love.”

“No, cyar’ika, you were always a good man, long before I ever met you. The moment I met you, I knew that you had light in your heart. That you were loyal, and loving. You were already the kind of man I would love.”

He leaned in closer, pulling you against his chest. He wanted you as close as close could be. He wanted to melt in to you. He wanted to be a part of you. But, a question itched at the back of his mind. A question he didn’t quite want to know the answer to. A question he couldn’t quite stop himself from asking. “H-How did you find the time? To…you know? You always seemed so busy.”

You paused, pulling away slightly. You almost looked like you weren’t going to answer, like you were going to change the subject. But you always told him the truth. You never beat around the bush with him. So, in an uncharacteristically small voice, you said, “Anakin wasn’t always teaching me how to fly when we went into the cockpit.”

Oh. Cody really didn’t want to know that. He preferred it when he could picture some faceless person with you. Now, there was an all-too-familiar face attached to the figure. Cody could almost see Anakin looking at him, taunting him, like he was bragging about having something Cody didn’t. 

“I thought…” Cody looked away. “I walked in, once, on Anakin and Padmé. Just, just talking, but talking like…they loved each other. Was he…”

“What Anakin and I did was before he and Padmé ever got together,” you said. “And it was never anything more than just…stress relief. I was riddled with anxiety because my trials were soon. Anakin was still a Padawan, struggling with controlling his emotions. We thought if we got our frustrations out, we would become better Jedi. I don’t know how well that worked, but it was never anything more than that. It ended long before the war, long before Anakin and Padmé began their relationship, long before I met you.”

“It didn’t mean anything? With General Skywalker?” You had already told him, but he needed to hear it again. He needed to hear it just one more time. 

“Anakin and I would have never worked as anything more than friends with benefits. He’s too reckless, too arrogant. We would have hated each other if we were an actual couple,” you said. “Anakin was never the man I wanted. I wanted someone who cared about doing the right thing. Who made sure to keep his family out of harms way. Someone calm, capable, and compassionate. Cody, you’re the only man I’ve ever wanted. You’re the only man I’ve ever loved.”

“…love me?” You had said it—hinted at it—before, but now the words were actually registering with him. He couldn’t believe it. He almost thought it all to be a dream. 

“Do you want me to show you? Show how much I love you?”

Cody’s breath caught in his throat. Kriff, how could you affect him so easily? Was this just because of his inexperience? Or was it because it was you, the woman he longed for for years, thinking that he could never have, offering her mind, body, soul to him? 

“Please.”

A whine escaped Cody’s lips as you slid off his lips. He reached out for you, ready to pull you back, but you only shook your head. You sank down to your knees in front of him, reaching for the growing bulge between his legs. Cody was grateful that he had taken off his armor, wearing only his blacks while the two of you were traveling through hyperspace. It had been a choice of comfort before, but now…Now he was glad that there were less layers between you and him. 

“All this for me, pretty boy?” you cooed, palming his clothed cock.

Cody nodded, holding back a groan. 

“C’mon, baby, don’t hold back from me. Wanna hear all the pretty noises you can make, yeah?” you said. You freed his cock, letting out a gasp. Leaning in, you pressed a kiss to the kiss, gave his length a few, slow pumps. “To think I thought you couldn’t get more beautiful. A pretty cock for a pretty man, hm?”

“Kriff, please—I need you!” Cody gasped. It felt like all of his senses were alight. Like he might actually melt into a puddle of goo if you kept touching him like that. But, Maker, he didn’t want you to stop. 

“Anything for you, ner cyare.”

Cody swore his soul left his body when you put your mouth around his cock. Kriff. His eyes screwed shut, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair. He could have came right then and there. But he didn’t want this to be over so soon, not when he finally had you. He wanted this to last. He wanted to remember this.

When he opened his eyes, he saw you staring up at him as you bobbed your head up and down his length, sweet slurping noises escaping your mouth. “Please, keep doing that—” he moaned. “Maker, that feels so good.”

You were able to take an impressive amount of his cock down your throat, but he was too big for you to take it all. You took what you couldn’t fit into your mouth in one hand, your other hand cupping his balls and—kriff, how was he not meant to come undone when you were so good at this? When you knew how to touch him just right? 

“I think I’m gonna—”

He came before he could finish his sentence, the waves of ecstasy washing over him like a tidal wave. His eyes squeezed shut as he came with a shout, one of his hands flying to the back of your head, holding you in place as he filled your mouth with his seed. When he opened his eyes again, he saw you pulling away, swallowing his cum, batting your pretty eyes up at him. 

“S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Shh.” You rose back to your feet then settled back into his lap. “Don’t you dare apologize.”

“I didn’t mean to cum so fast—”

“It’s okay, cyare, it was your first time. We have our entire lives to build your stamina, yeah?” You kissed him, a smile pulling at your lips. “We can start again as soon as you’re ready.”

It was moments like this that reaffirmed Cody’s love and adoration for you. You were so considerate towards him. Though he knew you would never make him feel bad, it did make butterflies flutter around his stomach to hear your kind words. To hear you say that you want to spend your life with him, that you wanted to be with him. 

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, ner jetii,” Cody whispered, caressing your hair. I love you, my Jedi—I will know you forever, my Jedi. 

“And I love you, my Commander.”

“Can I…Can I do that to you?” he asked. 

“No, my love, I’m taking care of you.”

A whimper escaped Cody’s mouth. “Please, let me taste you, cyare—”

You kissed the tip of his nose, then shook your head. “Another time, my love. Right now is about you. Okay?”

He grabbed at your hips, pulled you closer. You let out a laugh, kissed him softly, grinding slowly down on his already hardening cock. His voice was breathy as he asked, “Promise?”

“I promise.” 

You reached down, guiding his cock between your slick folds, your panties pulled to the side. the feeling of the silky fabric made him gasp. His fingers dug into your hips as you slid down his length, a loud moan escaping your lips. 

“F-Fuck, you’re so big—”

Cody couldn’t help himself. He needed the ego stroke. Needed to know that he was better. “Bigger than General Skywalker?” he asked. 

“S-So much bigger—Dunno if you’re gonna fit—”

Cody thrusted up, fully sheathing himself inside you. Oh, kriff, you were practically strangling him! “Damn right I am,” he grunted.

He wasn’t quite sure what compelled him to do it—not when he was felt so unsure about what he was doing—but Cody found himself rising up, you in his arms. Your legs hooked around his waist, hands gripping at his hair, as he thrust into you. He still wasn’t quite sure what he was doing, but with the way you were squeezing him, milking him, he knew he had to be doing something right. 

Cody took a step forward, then another, until you were seated on top of the control panel. He dipped his head, burying his face in the crook of your neck, nipping at your skin. You screamed his name as he suckled on the spot right below your ear. A smirk crossed his face, deciding to sink his teeth there. Oh. He liked that. He liked marking you. He liked a physical reminder that you were his. 

“Oh, right there—” you gasped when he hit a particular spot. “Maker, keep doing that—”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Cody was like a man starved. He had deprived himself of this pleasure for so long. Now that he had it, now that it was at his fingertips, now that he finally, finally, got to love you fully, wholly, he wouldn’t stop until you were as happy, as content, as satisfied as he was. You made him the happiest man in the galaxy, after all. Why shouldn’t he do the same for you? 

Your cunt squeezed him like a vice as you came undone. Little gasps escaped your lips as you rode out the pleasure, holding Cody against your body, like you wanted to melt into him just like he wanted to melt into you. 

“Where do you want me to—”

“Inside—‘m on birth control,” you say. 

With your permission, Cody lets himself cum again, his hips stuttering as he thrust himself inside you. As the pleasure washed over him, Cody stilled, holding you close. Kriff. This was perfect. This was everything he ever could have wanted, with the woman he only ever wanted this was. Maker, how was he supposed to continue on, knowing this pleasure? Was it too late to abandon the quest of finding his brothers? Could he be selfish, find some planet untouched by the Empire, start a proper life with you? 

“You’re incredible, mesh’la.” He pressed his forehead against yours. “Dunno how you can do that without getting attached, though.”

You laughed. “Is that so?”

“Mhm.”

You leaned in, nuzzled your nose against his. “Well, we still got some time until we’re outta hyperspace. You wanna see just how attached we can become until then?”

“Oh, please—”