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sollis-occasum · 11 months ago

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you think i'm gone 'cause i left - anakin skywalker/darth vader x fem!reader (part 1 of 3)

summary: After failing to save you from a painful death, Darth Vader remembers his past with you and realizes why he can never completely leave Anakin Skywalker behind.

warnings: angst, no use of y/n, reconstructive surgery, blood, mentions of major character death (or not who knows), darth vader is his own warning, probably grammar mistakes (i'm not a native speaker)

word count: 3.8k

part 2

Darth Vader, the master of the dark side of the Force, the legendary lord of the Sith, the tyrannical leader who terrorized the galaxy, remembered very well the moment when he swore to dedicate his worthless life to Lord Sidious, his lord and savior.

While his body, burned and torn apart by the lava, was trying to be fixed by the health droids, he was writhing in despair and moaning in a painful voice. The wave of pain spreading from his lungs to the rest of his body with each breath showed him a type of physical pain he had never experienced before, and even the cold metal hands touching his burned skin were insufficient to alleviate his pain.

"He should be unconscious by now," he heard a distant and very deep robotic voice, which he thought belonged to one of the medical droids. Yes, the pain he felt at that moment would be enough to kill another human being and maybe even drive them insane, and God knows that's what Anakin wanted with all his heart as he lay on the operating table screaming. But how could this be possible when he sees your lifeless body over and over again every time he closes his eyes?

In fact, he had calculated all the possibilities down to the smallest detail while making his plan. There was no war he wouldn't fight, no enemy he wouldn't face to create a future that included you. He was ready to turn his back on the entire galaxy just to see you smile one more time. Moreover, Palpatine had made a promise to him. He said that contrary to popular belief, it was possible to resist death and that he knew how to do it, and that he would help Anakin in trying to save you. All he had to do was accompany him to the dark side. Anakin had done everything he was told. He had given up on who he was, accepted the name his new master had given him, brutally executed separatist leaders, and led thousands of clone troopers in attacking the Jedi Temple he once called home. Even killing those little children who looked at him with admiration with the lightsaber they saw as a symbol of peace was not important to him. Of course, he wasn't proud of himself for betraying what he believed in in his past, but he also knew that what he did was a small price to pay to save you. So why didn't what he did work? Why couldn't he prevent the scene he had seen many times in his nightmares from happening?

He gripped the operating table tightly with his mechanical hand and mumbled your name in a voice only he could hear. He kept saying your name over and over again, as if he was drawing strength from you, as if you could come and save him if he said it enough times.

He closed his eyes tightly and tried to focus on something other than your pained facial expression and bloodied body. If he wanted to survive, if he wanted to rise up and take revenge for what was done to you, he had to find a way to endure the pain he suffered, and what was there in this life that gave him as much strength as you? He tried desperately to remember the moment you first met.

Nearly a month had passed since Qui Gon Jinn's death, and during this time his new master Obi Wan Kenobi had begun training him to become a Jedi. He was grateful for the opportunity given to him and did not want to be ungrateful. However, there were so many moments during his training that he despaired and wanted to return to Tatooine... First of all, Obi Wan Kenobi was not the person he imagined. Yes, it was an undeniable fact that he was a powerful Jedi. He was also smart, very smart. Anakin knew there was a lot of thing he could learn from him. However, it hadn't been long since he had ended his life as a padawan and Obi Wan had obviously not yet fully figured out how to be a good master for his young student. There was no distance or formality between them that there should be between a padawan and a master. They were more like two brothers who fought often. Obi Wan was pushing Anakin very hard to teach him basic things as soon as possible, and Anakin was always managing to drive Obi Wan crazy with his smarty-pants attitude.

He could also sense how the younglings at the temple felt about him as he began to learn how to use the force. Although none of them were directly mistreating him or making a rude remark, Anakin would sometimes catch their gaze. There was displeasure in those looks, obviously his presence disturbed them. A child who appears unexpectedly becomes a padawan without training in the temple and becomes the center of attention of the entire Jedi council... The other younglings must have felt unfair. But one day, he met a young girl who looked at him differently than others: You.

With your bright smile that could light up the whole galaxy and your compassionate gaze, you extended your hand to him and introduced yourself, telling him that he could always come to you if he needed anything. They said you were 9 years old like him, but it was so hard for him to believe it.

You were different from all the other children Anakin had met at the temple, with your confident demeanor and room-filling presence. Your surprisingly mature attitude and wisdom gave those who saw you the impression that you never made mistakes and that you always knew what was right, causing them to respect you.

Moreover, you were beautiful, very beautiful. Even your messy hair waving in the wind, your face dripping with sweat, and your loose-fitting uniform couldn't prevent Anakin from seeing this beauty. When his eyes met your beautiful, understanding eyes, he immediately looked away and wanted to run away. There was no doubt that you were the angel the pilots who came to Tatooine were talking about. However, he could not find the courage in his heart to admit this to himself or to tell you. He felt so small, so helpless in front of the being that he wanted to get away from it as soon as possible and think about what this warm feeling that filled his heart that he had never felt before was.

Yes, he wanted to run away from you when your eyes met. But ironically, this was the first time he didn't want to return to Tatooine to his mother.

For the 3 years after you met, you had no communication other than chance encounters at the temple and furtive glances at each other. Even a life form without eyes could easily understand that you wanted to be closer to each other, but you had neither the time nor the courage to do so. You were very busy with your studies. In the future, you wanted to be a female Jedi as respected as Shaak Ti, or even more so, and you were working very hard to achieve your goal. Anakin, on the other hand, began to go on missions given by the council with Obi Wan, and the difficulty of these missions was increasing. You were so close to Anakin, yet he felt like you were hundreds of light years away from him. You were unreachable to him.

Anakin heard that you were accepted as a padawan by Plo Koon when you turned 13. According to rumors in the temple, the Jedi knight from Dorin noticed your great potential and volunteered to train you. Maybe you weren't as good at using a lightsaber as the other padawans, you might not have been as strong or as durable, but you were smart, very smart. Your dangerously high intelligence level, combined with your composure, easily compensated for your other weaknesses, making you a promising Jedi knight candidate. Even the council had high hopes for you. That's why they didn't interfere with Plo Koon's training style and allowed him to take you out early on missions that could be considered at least partially dangerous.

It was thanks to one of these missions that you came together again. The Senate thought that a small newly established weapons factory on one of the republic's planets was making some irregularities and put pressure on the Jedi to resolve this situation. The council assigned you and Plo Koon to inspect this factory.

It didn't sound that difficult, actually. You would make a short journey to reach the planet in question, tour the factory, talk to the engineers, examine some documents and intimidate the managers.

What could go wrong with such a simple task? To be honest, you weren't known for being lucky, and as usual, trouble had found you.

Anakin and Obi-Wan didn't even need to contact Plo Koon to realize that the Senate was right about the factory producing weapons for Mandolorian terrorists. Less than a day after you arrived on the planet, you reached the council and reported that the factory was completely abandoned, saying that you were trapped and surrounded by thousands of droids and asked for help. The council also assigned Obi Wan and Anakin, who had returned from a mission to a nearby planet, to support Plo Koon and you. Anakin still remembered Mace Windu's explanation word by word when he explained the urgency of your situation to his master Obi-Wan. And how those words filled his little heart with fear.

"You must reach the weapons factory as soon as possible, Master Kenobi." Mace Windu said in a stern tone. "Or it might be too late to save them."

Even if these words had not been spoken, the more serious expression than ever on Mace Windu's face would have been more than enough for even the most primitive creature in the galaxy to understand the situation.

As the spaceship they were on made a sudden return to your planet by order of his master, Anakin was wondering why he was so worried about a girl he had only talked to a few times. While he could keep his cool even during missions where his own life was threatened, why did the idea of you in pain make his heart beat faster and his head spin? He was trying to breathe to calm down, but even his breathing was so irregular that Obi Wan felt the need to turn to him and reassure him that everything was okay. How could Anakin explain to his master that he was afraid for you, not himself? Would he understand if he told him?

While the young padawan was in these thoughts, the ship entered the atmosphere with a sudden jolt and landed near the factory. As the deafening noise of explosions and droid weapons filled his ears, he got off the ship and started running without waiting for his master's command. He could hear Obi-Wan calling to him to stop, but he didn't have the time or patience to wait. This was not a scene they were unfamiliar with anyway. When all this nonsense was over, he would happily hear Obi Wan's scolding and humbly accept his punishment, but right now wasn't the right time to think about that. The only thing that mattered at that moment was saving you, and he was going to do it no matter what it took. Because it was his heart, not his brain, that told him to do this, and Anakin was not mature enough to resist his heart. With a swift move, he pulled out his lightsaber and sliced the first droid he encountered in half.

When he heard the sound of your footsteps mixing with the sounds of the battle droids, he realized how close he was to them, but he didn't even slow down for fear of being late for you. He was destroying all the war machines in front of him, clearing the way and moving towards the direction where he sensed your presence.

When he and his master, who finally managed to catch up with him, arrived at the production facility where you were fighting the droids, he started looking around for you, without even bothering to check how Plo Koon was doing. Plo Koon was one of the most powerful Jedi, someone like him could survive without the help of a padawan, but not you. He could feel with all his being that you needed help, but no matter how much he looked around, he couldn't see you.

While Anakin was looking around the burning production facility to find you, he saw two silhouettes in the smoke. One of these silhouettes, the one leaning on the ground and cowering against a wall, belonged to a young girl. The other was the silhouette of an armed droid, as tall as a human but as skinny as a skeleton. Moreover, this droid's gun was pointed at you and was about to be fired. Anakin knew his feelings were not wrong. You were in a difficult situation and needed his help.

He was sure that he wanted to run towards you, save you by smashing that droid into thousands of pieces, and then kick its ugly metal head and throw it to the farthest corner of the galaxy. But he knew he didn't have time for that. So he did something even he didn't expect and threw his lightsaber towards you, hoping you could catch it in time. He knew that this move was madness. What kind of maniac would give up the only weapon he had among thousands of battle droids and leave himself defenseless? Especially if he doesn't know the other person well?

But Anakin had never regretted what he had done, not even for a moment. He saw you pull the thrown lightsaber with force and catch it, then slice the droid in half before he could fire to you. Yes, you were safe, but that safety was only for a brief moment. He had no time to relax, otherwise he knew you would be open to attacks from other droids. Without wasting any time, he followed the green lightsaber shining among the smoke and reached him. You were finally in front of him.

To be honest, your situation wasn't looking so bright. You were seriously injured and your body was covered in blood. Anakin had knelt down next to you and gently held your face between his fingers, afraid of hurting you even more. He could feel the warm drops of blood running down your face, flowing from his fingers to his wrists, but he didn't care about anything other than your safety at that moment. "Are you okay?" he asked, trying to hide how worried he was. Just by looking into your eyes, he could see how much the conflict you were experiencing had worn you out, but you put on a brave and determined expression and nodded, trying not to let the pain you were feeling reflected in your voice, "I'm fine." you muttered. "I'm fine, but I think my legs are stuck and I can't move them."

"Don't be afraid, I'll find a way to get you out of here."

He could see a shattering mass of metal pinning your legs. He took the lightsaber from your hand, carefully opened it, and held it up to the metal plate. "I'll try not to cut off your legs," he said, trying to smile to calm you down, and then added. "At least one of them."

You must have liked Anakin's little joke, too, because your lips turned slightly to the side despite your helpless situation. "Don't worry." you said, laughing. "They will break off on their own anyway, even if you don't cut them."

After receiving a sarcastic approval from you, he began to cut and separate the metal pieces with great patience. He made every move carefully and attentively, afraid of hurting you. When your legs were finally free, he took a deep breath and looked at your face again.

"It's not safe here. We have to get out of here."

"But my master is still fighting." Even though you tried to object, Anakin did not accept it. "He can take care of himself, and the support sent by the council is on the way."

His tone and expression were so determined that you gave up and surrendered to Anakin. You didn't have the strength to resist even if you wanted to. He wrapped his arms tightly around your body, stood up and started walking towards the factory exit. To be honest, you were a little heavier than you looked, and your blood was staining his clothes, but as long as you could rest your head on his chest and he could feel the warmth of your body, nothing else mattered.

Your next meeting was in the infirmary at the Jedi temple. 3 days had passed after your unfortunate duty at the factory and you had just regained your consciousness. During this time, Anakin began to help Jocasta Nu in the archives, upon his master's orders. It could not be said that he was very happy with his situation, but he still considered himself lucky that the punishment for his disobedience during duty was so small. Besides, even though organizing the archives was a tedious task, it kept his mind busy, and he definitely needed it.

Every moment he wasn't busy with something, he was thinking about you and what happened at the factory that day and trying to make sense of what he was feeling. That strange feeling that he thought he had forgotten years ago was back. Why did his heart beat faster and his face turn red every time he thought of you? Were these normal? His master had told him that a Jedi should not become attached to anything, but he should also be compassionate. Anakin could not understand this contrast. He was also afraid of being attached to you. But this was very illogical. Could one person become so attached to another person in such a short time? All these questions confused little Anakin more than ever. Finally, he realized that he could not bear these questions any longer and decided to visit you in the infirmary at the end of the 3rd day. Besides, he also had something that belonged to you, and he had to return it to you as soon as possible.

When he came to you, he saw that you were much more cheerful than he expected. You still looked very weak and you were obviously going to be in the infirmary for a while longer. Still, without letting this demoralize you, you were patiently waiting for your recovery, and in the meantime, you were trying to pass the time by reading the war history texts you took from the archive.

Still, you smiled so widely when you saw Anakin that he was convinced you were glad to see him, too. Trying to suppress the uncomfortable feeling he felt in his stomach, he put on a confident expression and quickly walked over and sat on your bed.

"You look better." he said with the light of hope appearing in his eyes.

You smiled warmly at him. "Thank you, Anakin." you said. "I feel better too."

After a brief hesitation, he pulled a lightsaber from under his cloak and handed it to you, "I think this is yours." he said. "I found it at the factory."

Just seeing the familiar blue color of the lightsaber brought peace to your soul. You happily took the saber from Anakin's hand and began to examine it. "God, thank you so much Anakin. I thought I had lost it."

"My master always tells me that the lightsaber is a Jedi's life and they must protect it at all costs."

Even though you lost your lightsaber for reasons beyond your control, what Anakin said made you a little embarrassed. "Of course, I'm not trying to justify my irresponsibility, but what happened that day was unexpected. I must have dropped it during that chaos."

"To be honest, I've lost my lightsaber too many times."

The confession of the padawan in front of you made you smile a little. Actually, what you should have done was to politely thank Anakin for saving your life, and when the time comes, pay him back at all costs. However, owing your life to him placed such a heavy burden on your shoulders that you felt crushed under this weight, no matter how humble the attitude of the boy in front of you. Before you even thought, the words were coming out of your mouth. "Master Kenobi says that our lightsaber is our life, right? So, according to the master's logic, you entrusted your life to me in the factory, and you also saved mine by finding my lightsaber."

Anakin looked at you in surprise, not knowing what to say at your words. Yes, your reasoning based on his master's words was correct, however, he did not expect you to approach the subject from this perspective. Fortunately, you continued talking without a long pause, and he was spared the trouble of finding an answer to give you.

"I am grateful to you for saving my life, Anakin, and I swear that one day I will repay you. Please give me your lightsaber until that day, and you can take mine."

"So you want us to surrender our lives to each other?" Anakin asked with mixed emotions. Wouldn't this agreement create a commitment between you? Anakin could not comprehend the depth of this devotion.

You nodded decisively in response. "Yes. So we can remember this promise between us for the rest of our lives. These sabers we exchanged will be a symbol of our friendship and trust in each other, and one day I will repay my debt to you. Until then, I want to remember the promise I made to you every time I look at your saber."

Then you added timidly, "If you want too, of course."

Anakin thought for a few seconds, then without a word, he handed you his lightsaber and accepted this pact that would bind your hearts and bodies together forever. Thus, a very special bond was formed between you that will never be broken again. Who knew that this innocent bond established between two children would one day bring disaster to the galaxy...

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merlincmgirl · 8 months ago

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Group Sex - 501st x FReader - NSFW

Summary: You were the 501st barrack's bunny, and your men were finally returning home to you.

Characters: Rex, Fives, Jesse, Kix, Dogma, Hardcase, Tup

Pairing: 501st x F!Reader

Word Count: 18,349

Warnings: PinV sex, fingering, oral sex (female & male receiving), anal sex, group sex, fluff, rough sex, spanking, dirty talk, praise, degradation, aftercare, 501st legion

Authour's Note: I don't know what to say about this one, I might have become possessed by the 501st, those boys just do something to me. Hope you enjoy!

When you had received word that your troopers would be arriving on Triple Zero for 2 weeks long rest, you had been ecstatic. It had been too quiet without your boys. Even though they had been away for a month, apparently General Skywalker had been called back by the Chancellor and the 501st were put on leave again. Not that you were complaining.

Lazing on one of the barrack bunks, freshly showered, you were lazily flipping through a book, trying to pass the time. When they returned, you knew Rex wouldn’t be with them, he would have to debrief first before coming to the barracks. Instead, you’d have the rest of your boys to entertain and look after. Stars! You had missed them.

The sound of the door opening had you flinging the book onto a cupboard next to the bed, and spinning around to see them piling in. However you didn’t get very far, as a heavy weight settled against your front, wrapping you up into large, strong arms.

“Hey Princess” you heard from the trooper and instantly knew who it was.

“Fives!” you chuckled, wheezing slightly as he still had his armour on. You could just make out the amused expression of Jesse and Hardcase as they stood at the bottom of the bed. Gently, you ran your fingers through Fives’ dark curls and felt him bury his face into your neck, his goatee tickling you slightly.

“Alright, let her breath!” Dogma grumbled, smacking at Fives’ foot as he passed and went to his own bunk. You sent him a thumbs up as Fives pushed himself up from you.

You couldn’t help but beam at the trooper, as he looked so excited to be back and see you once more. He cupped your face, brining you in for a kiss that had you clutching at his armour to steady yourself. His tongue slipped into your mouth, rolling playfully against yours before he pulled away.

“Missed you, Princess” he murmured, resting his head against yours.

“I missed you too” you replied, cupping his cheek and running your thumb against his sharp cheekbones.

“Yeah? That’s why you’re lying in my bed?” he grinned at you, running his fingers down your side.

“I switch bed every night” you rolled your eyes at him. Glancing behind him at the other troopers, you sent them a warm smile as well. “I missed all of you” you told them. You watched as your words hit the troopers, Tup blushed a lovely colour, Kix seemed to relax a little more, Dogma ducked his head – no doubt to hide his small grin, Hardcase let out a laugh and a hit to Fives’ shoulder that had him complaining and Jesse came over and pressed his lips to yours.

Warmth slid through you as Fives held you and Jesse kissed you. “We missed you too, pretty girl” he breathed, licking his lips after you parted from him.

“Rex still at command?” you wondered, as Fives seemed to have commandeered you for the moment. He scooped you up in his arms and pulled you into his lap as he sat against the top of the bed.

“Yeah, said he shouldn’t be too long” Jesse confirmed, beginning to take off his armour.

“More time for us, huh sweetheart?” Hardcase grinned, jumping onto Fives’ bunk. Hardcase ignored the ARC trooper’s complaints, and blocked a kick to his middle from Fives’.

“Play nice, or we won’t play at all!” you warned the pair of them before it could turn into a brawl. The rough and tumble of the 501st wasn’t new, and these fights never got out of hand enough for them to actually hurt the other, but it did often end up in accidents. Last time your caf mug had been shattered by Hardcase and he had received a lecture off Rex that wouldn’t soon be forgotten.

“Fine Princess” he grumbled, just as Hardcase shot you a salute and a wink.

Giggling, you leaned back into Fives’ chest, and pressed a kiss to the underside of his chin. His hand came to your bare thighs, squeezing them slightly as he held you tight. You hadn’t felt like getting fully dressed after your shower, there was no point when your boys were returning home.

Hardcase crawled in between your legs, gripping your chin lightly to turn you to face him. “Hey sweetheart, were you waiting for us?” Hardcase smiled, running his thumb over the line of your jaw. As you close your eyes and lean into his hand, he can’t help but fall even more in love with you. You’re always so sweet and wonderful to him and his vode.

“Course I was, handsome. It’s been pretty quiet around here without you on base” you chuckled, turning your head to press a kiss to his palm. Remembering that the ARC trooper underneath you was still wearing his armour, you turned around to shoot him a pointed look. “Go and get undressed, now!” you ordered, glancing down at his armour.

“Yes ma’am” he saluted, slipping out from underneath you to take everything off. He had just been so excited to be back and see you that everything else left his mind.

Hardcase chuckled, pulling you in for a passionate kiss that had you clutching at his blacks. Case wrapped an around around your waist, pressing you into him as his tongue slipped into yours playfully. He teased you and had you groaning against his lips, wanting more but he always pulled away, enjoying you chasing after his lips.

Slipping your hands underneath his top, you took in the way his skin felt like a warm fire underneath your hands, at how strong and amazing he felt. Gripping the hem of the shirt, you tugged it over his head, Case helping you get it off over his head and his arms.

When he was exposed to your ravenous eyes, you couldn’t help but grin. Hardcase was beautiful. His tattoo ran down the length of his neck, down around his pecs and around his nipples, running down the centre of his torso before dipping down beneath his blacks. You knew from experience just where Hardcase’s extensive tattoo ended.

Thankfully there was only a few bruises and a few new scars to add to his collection, but you ran soft fingers and gentle kisses over them anyway. It was something you did with all your boys. None of them had ever experienced a loving touch, most – if not all – of the clones were touch starved and you wanted to remedy that as soon as possible. ‘

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” he flirted, running a hand over your head as you kissed along his muscled abdomen.

“Always, trooper!” you replied, a wicked grin on your lips as you looked up into his beautiful brown orbs.

He chuckled, ducking down so he could kiss you once more.

Fives slid behind you, settling you back into his lap and he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck. His warm, broad, bare chest felt like a furnace against your back, but you couldn’t help but rock your hips backwards as you became lost to both Case’s and Fives’ kisses.

“I think we need this to come off, Princess. Wouldn’t want to tear another one of your pretty shirts, would we?” Fives breathed, trailing his hands distractingly up and down your arms.

Hardcase chuckled against your lips before pulling away, watching as Fives pulled your shirt up, leaving you fully exposed to his hungry eyes. “Wouldn’t be so bad if this was the sight we got to see everyday” Hardcase murmured, running a teasing thumb against your stiffening peak as the cool air of the barracks hit you.

“Agreed vod!” came the reply from somewhere over the opposite side of the room. You had a feeling it was Jesse that had said that.

Moaning at the way that Fives were pressed against you and the way that Hardcase continued to tease you. It felt natural to arch into Hardcase as he kissed down your body, paying close attention to the areas that you didn’t particularly like. It didn’t matter to any of them, they thought you were beautiful, stunning, kind, wonderful. They were determined to remind you of that every time this happened.

“Lean back sweetheart, let Fives make you feel good while I open you up for us” Hardcase murmured, sucking a mark on the soft skin of your hip.

You nodded, a whine caught in your throat as Fives’ large hands slid up your sides to your breasts, taking them in his hands and squeezing gently. His hot, talented tongue worked it’s way along your shoulder and neck, and you couldn’t help but tilt your head so he could have more space for him to play with.

“Such a good girl for us, Princess. Already know what to do to help us make you feel good” Fives praised, fingers teasing around your nipples but never actually playing with them.

You heated up at his praise, at the way that he was teasing you, touching you but not touching you where you really wanted him to. “Fives!” you whined, arching your chest into his hands and hoping he’d take the hint.

“Oh don’t worry, Princess. I’ll take care of you” Fives promised, smug lilt in his voice that you knew meant he was enjoying the way you reacted to him.

A thud sounded next to you and a boot landed next to Fives. Glancing up, you could see Kix was raising an unimpressed eyebrow at his brother. “We will take care of you” he corrected the ARC trooper.

“That’s what I meant” Fives rolled his eyes, nuzzling into your neck and dragging his lips against the column of your throat.

Sighing, you relaxed back into him, letting him put as many marks onto you as he wanted. You would wear them with pride.

However, your attention was brought back to the trooper between your legs, as he hooked his talented fingers underneath your panties and tugged them down your legs. The speed that he did had you blinking at him in shock, as he threw them onto his bunk. “Those are mine” he claimed, before gripping your knees and spreading your legs wide for him.

“Kriff, Case!” you cursed, as the sudden feeling of being exposed to him and the room at around him without warning.

“Sorry sweetheart, but kriff! You look amazing! Should see how wet she is” he murmured, pressing an apologetic kiss to your inner thigh as he got himself comfortable on his stomach. He let out a stifled moan as he stared at your opening. The glistening petals of your entrance was sticky with your arousal, slightly puffy from the rush of blood that pulsed in your aching core.

Before you could reassure him that you wasn’t really upset, he had taken one of your folds into his mouth, sucking the slick that coated them and moaning at the taste. Running his tongue over each one in turn, he groaned at the taste of you flooded his mouth. The enthusiasm and boundless energy that he normally carried with him was put to good use as he wrapped his arms around your thighs and tugged you closer to him.

Crying out, you hooked your arm behind Fives’ neck, trying to keep yourself grounded as you bucked your hips up into Case’s mouth. “Fuck! Fuck! Oh! Please ‘Case!” you whined, running your hand over his bald head and trying to tug him to your pulsating clit. It was begging to be touched, to be sucked into that warm, wet heat. But he was purposefully ignoring your little bud, instead focusing on tasting every bit of you, licking into your cunt and hissing curses against you.

It was almost with relief when Fives turned your head so he could press his lips against yours. He licked into your mouth, the angle a little awkward but you didn’t care. His tongue flicked over the roof of your mouth, and he chuckled slightly at the little moan that he swallowed from your mouth. One of his talented hands came to squeeze and massage at your breasts, thumb rubbing along the pebbled bud.

Arching up into his chest, it felt maddening, having both Hardcase and Fives strum your pleasure along between them. They played you like a well practised instrument, both of them pushing you higher and higher, encouraging you to feel everything they were doing to you. Fives twisted your nipple sharply, just as Hardcase took your clit into his mouth and sucked harshly on it.

“CASE!” you cried, writhing against him, nails digging into his shoulder as the white hot pleasure began to build and build.

However, Fives weren’t too keen on letting you get away with him, as he wrapped his arm around your middle, keeping you still against his chest. He trailed his lips down the line of your neck, groaning at how wonderful you smelt. He had missed you so much. The ARC trooper laughed slightly at the small growl that left you at not being able to writhe as much as you wanted.

“Keep still for us Princess” he said the words into the heated skin of your neck, brushing your hair back away from your sweaty forehead and temple. Feeling you relax slightly in his arms, he began to work on a few marks that would come up beautifully by tomorrow.

“Fives!” you moaned, running your hand up to his scalp and tugging at the dark curls there. It felt so good to have both of their tongues on you, feel the way that they looked after you and gave you such pleasure, even after surely feeling exhausted coming back from deployment. They were so good to you.

“Now those are some lovely noises you’re making, cyar’ika” Kix praised from across the room.

From your blurry vision, you saw that he and Jesse was at the perfect vantage spot on the bud opposite. They had a perfect view of your cunt being eaten by Hardcase, as well as the way you were displayed for all to see across Fives’ chest. The thought had you arching even more, wanting to put on a good show for them.

“I’ve only heard those noises coming from the lower level brothels, vod. Guess our brothers must be treating you right, pretty girl, huh?” Jesse’s voice replied, gaze dark and hungry as he took you in.

Flushing at his words, you buried your head as much as you could into Fives, more slick escaping you at the rush of embarrassment and excitement that rushed through you.

Fives tutted, hand sliding up your chest and your neck to your jaw, gripping slightly and pulling you away from him. He forced your eyes back on Jesse’s who looked even more handsome than normal. The way he was looking at you, like you were his next meal had your thighs quivering at the thought.

“No, Princess, don’t hide. Jesse asked you a question, think you can answer it?” he chided, nibbling at your ear.

Shuddering, you nodded, looking at the ARC trooper in front of you. You brain wracked for what he wanted you to say, your thoughts scattering at every twist of your nipple and suck of your clit. Jesse raised an eyebrow and you remembered what he wanted.

“So good, they treat me so… oh! Case! Treat me soooo good” you hissed, eyes slamming closed at the way Hardcase grazed his teeth lightly over your clit. It had you clinging onto his shoulder and throwing your head back against Fives. “Need more. Please, ‘Case… use your fingers” you begged, bucking your hips up into his mouth.

Hardcase chuckled against you, burying his face further into your cunt and gathering your juices on his tongue. The vibrations had you gasping, a painful tug on Fives’ hair and a warning growl from the ARC trooper and Hardcase pulled away with a smug look spread across his pretty face. “Whatever you command, sweetheart!” he promised, before sucking two fingers into his mouth and covering them generously before pressing one of his fingers inside of you.

The sensation of him filling you after so long had your eyes slamming closed and your breath stuttering in your chest. His fingers were thick and long, perfect and just what you needed after so long away from them.

“Kriff, so tight sweetheart. Gonna have to open you up if we’re gonna have some fun” he grinned up at you, mouth covered in slick and eyes dancing in delight at the feel of your walls clutching around his finger. You were so warm and wet, but he knew he’d have to open you up more if you wanted to enjoy the night with his brothers and him.

“Please!” you gasped, hooking your legs around the small of his back and digging your heels into him.

A sharp nip at your shoulder had you whimpering, and you turned to pout up at a mischievous looking Fives. “Haven’t forgotten me, Princess? Look how well you’re taking Hardcase’s fingers. Can’t wait to see you taking out cocks. Never gonna be empty for long. Always going to have our cum or our cocks in you, Princess” he whispered filthily into your ear.

Nodding, you squirmed at that, desperately wanting that as well. You could just imagine how ruined you would be by the end of the night. Pulling him closer to you, you pressed a string of kisses along his jaw and to the corner of his mouth.

“Kiss me, please?”

Fives grunted, and you could feel the way his cock twitched against you at your request. He wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours, prying your lips open for a dirty kiss, not leaving any space in between you. He kissed you like you were the only oxygen he would ever need, and honestly you felt the same, unable to think at the high that was racing towards you. It was almost too distracting, just catching when Hardcase pushed two fingers inside of you, stretching you out.

Fives hissed, resting his forehead against yours and panting heavily against you. “Such a good girl for us” he whispered, hips bucking up into your ass. You beamed at the praise, nuzzling into him and drawing him in for another kiss, guiding his hands back to your breasts.

Hardcase looked up and grinned, noticing the way you and his brother became lost in each other. He enjoyed watching you with his brothers nearly as much as he did when he was the one making you cum. Changing the angle of his fingers entering inside of you, he searched for that spot that always made you cum around him. It took a couple of tries before he found it, as you pulled away from Fives with a loud shout, hips almost coming off the bed if it wasn’t for the hand that Fives pinned you down with.

Smirking at your reaction, he slid another finger in, making sure to keep hitting that spot before he pulled your clit into his mouth, suckling down on your bundle of nerves at the same time as he rubbed at the spot inside of you.

Feeling more arousal leak down onto the bed underneath you, your core tightened and you knew that it wouldn’t take much more before you found your release. But it wasn’t what you wanted, you wanted to feel them first. Feel their cocks inside of you and cum around them, clenching and milking them for all it was worth.

“No, no, please. Want to cum with you inside me, please!” you begged, pushing Hardcase away from your pulsing core. He instantly moved away, stroking down your thighs soothingly as he listened to your words through heavy pants.

“Of course sweetheart” he nodded, before glancing up at Fives. “Mouth or pussy, vod?” he asked, hearing the hitch in your breath at the way he spoke about you.

Fives gave a little nip to the hinge of your jaw before pulling away. “You’ve just tasted this sweet little hole, ‘Case. I think it’s only fair if I get to feel Princess around me” Fives bargained, nuzzling into the space underneath your ear before sliding out from underneath you.

Hardcase came to the top of the bunk, gathering your pillows and helping to put them under your head for support. He sent you a wink as you lined up perfectly with the hard on that he was supporting under his blacks. Chuckling, you teasingly ran his fingers across the edge of his blacks, leaning forward to lick at the bronze skin above your fingers. He let a spluttering gasp, hips bucking forward at your touch.

“Eager aren’t we, vod?” Fives snickered, poking at Hardcase’s back and causing him to roll his eyes at his older brother.

“Like you aren’t?” he retorted, eyes flickering to the tent in Fives’ blacks.

“Who wouldn’t be?” Fives murmured, running his hands up your quivering thighs. He let out a little groan as your legs widened slightly at his touch, beckoning him closer to you.

You helped pulled Hardcase’s blacks down, his cock popping out of it as soon as the material was gone. You groaned, seeing the angry, red head bobbing in front of you. “So perfect” you whispered, tracing the lines of his tattoo down past his navel and to the base of his cock where it ended.

“Sure you want this, sweetheart?” he checked in, cupping your cheek and brushing his thumb over the apple of your cheeks.

Smiling softly at the care and devotion they all had for you, you nodded and kissed his palm. “I��m sure, Case. I always want you” you confirmed, hoping your sincerity shone through enough to reassure the trooper.

“Always want you too love. You’re so beautiful, and kind and wonderful. We’re so kriffing lucky to have you” he groaned, as you trailing your fingers around the base of his cock and through the dark, wiry hairs there.

Hardcase straddled your shoulders, making sure that he didn’t put any weight on you in case he hurt you. His cock bobbed in front of your face, and you couldn’t help yourself, you licked a broad stripe along the underside of his length.

Hardcase let out a long, deep moan, hands coming to land on the wall behind you. He bit his lip and looked down at you with glazed eyes. He was always so responsive to your touch. Stroking your hands up his thick, powerful thighs, you swirled your tongue around his tip, collecting his arousal on your tongue. Making sure to keep eye contact with him, you stuck out your tongue, showing the few drops collected on there before swallowing them down.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you should be illegal” he rasped out, reaching out to rub his thumb over your lips. Winking at him, you took his thumb into your suck, lathering attention on it and sucking on the calloused pad.

However, a startled gasp fell from you, as you felt Fives’ cock run up and down your folds, collecting your juices and covering himself in them before he entered you. “Ready for me, Princess?” Fives asked, squeezing your thigh.

Even though you couldn’t see Fives around Hardcase’s bulk, you reached past him to try and grab a hold of some part of Fives. You felt his hand entwine with yours, squeezing your fingers softly in between his own. “Yes, I’m ready for you” you sighed, a soft smile sliding along your face.

You felt Fives’ cock notch at your entrance, the tip of him just about pressing in. Slowly, and with no doubt a lot of restraint from you both, Fives pushed inside of you. He cursed at the delicious – too hot—so wet feel of your walls around him as they clutched at his length. He stretched you open, rubbing soothing circles on your thighs and hips as he kept going until he was all the way inside of you.

Releasing a shaky, hot breath over the hard length in front of you and causing Hardcase to grunt, you gripped the bedsheets beneath you, trying to steady yourself at how good it felt to be filled by the ARC troopers.

When you had settled down, you let out a small whine. “You can move” you told him, before turning your attentions back to Hardcase. He had been so patient, waiting for you to adjust to Fives’ cock before you took him in your mouth.

Gripping the base of Hardcase’s cock to steady it, you kitten licked the tip, causing delightful grumbles to echo in the trooper’s chest. The deep, pleasurable noises caused you to flush even more, and you felt the orgasm that had been pushed away before start to build once more. Hearing and seeing how good you made your boys feel always made you feel special and had you wanting to give them everything.

Pumping and twisting at the base, you took the head of him in your mouth, moaning at the taste of him. Hardcase groaned, sliding his hand into your hair. He didn’t pull or direct your mouth, instead he kept his hand there – comforting and reassuring. Whatever you wanted to do, he was happy with. Kriff, you loved this man so much!

As Fives’ pace increased, you tried to match it as you bobbed your head up and down Case’s length, taking more and more of him in with each downward sweep. However it was hard to concentrate, especially as Fives kept tilting his hips up, trying to find that spot inside of you that would have you writhing on his cock.

“Good girl, taking us so well. How does she look, Case?” Fives called to his vod’ika.

“Like a dream” Hardcase mumbled, enjoying the flush working it’s way across your face at his words and the way you tried to take him deeper into your throat.

Your hands came up to pump the bit of his shaft that couldn’t fit in your mouth and the other to his balls, rolling them in your hand and squeezing gently.

Fives tapped on Hardcase’s shoulder and the other trooper nodded, withdrawing from your mouth with a muffled curse.

“Do you think you can take me in here, sweetheart? I promise, if you want me to stop then all you have to do is tap my thigh 3 times” Hardcase told you, almost getting distracted from your slick, swollen lips.

“Okay, tap 3 times on your thigh” you confirmed, knowing that he was checking in on you because they were going to ramp up the intensity.

“Perfect, perfect girl” Fives praised, landing a kiss over your heart. You beamed at the affection from them.

Hardcase cupped your cheeks, never gripping on to you too strongly as he guided your mouth back down his length. “Alright, sweetheart, take a breath” he instructed. As you did, you were prepared for him to thrust inside of you, pushing down your throat. You squeezed his thighs to keep you grounded as he began to thrust his cock inside of you. At the same time, you felt Fives increase his pace, fingers coming to rub at your bundle of nerves.

It had you writhing, trying to buck your hips into Fives’ thrusts and keeping still enough for Hardcase to take over fucking your mouth. Whining around Case’s cock and squeezing down onto Fives’ had them both letting out stilted curses and growls, both of them becoming lost in the feel of you around them. But they still kept in time with each other, every time Fives thrust into you, Hardcase did the same, pressing further into your mouth.

The effect had you feeling light headed, stretched around them both and unable to do anything but take it. The only sign of your pleasure was in the way you squeezed Hardcase’s thighs and wrapped your legs around Fives’ waist, tugging him deeper inside of you with your heels.

As they continued to thrust inside of you, the wave of pleasure built and built and you know your release was close. It felt overwhelming, the two of them fucking you after so long with them not being here. It was almost too much. Tears began to run down your cheeks and Hardcase stilled but you shook your head, closing your eyes and taking him back into your mouth.

“That’s it, sweet, beautiful girl. Taking us so well, Maker you feel so good!” Hardcase whispered in awe, stroking away the tears that was falling.

“Can’t last… need you to cum for us” Fives grunted, hips beginning to stutter but he was determined to have you cumming first. He rubbing his fingers around your clit just right, making sure to thrust up into the spongy part of your walls.

It was just what you needed as you felt them push you over the edge, your release washing over you and having you shuddering against them. Your muscles clutched and clenched around Fives’ cock, and it was enough to send him over as well, shouting out your name in the barracks as he filled you with his cum.

Hardcase gritted his teeth, trying to hold on as you began to come round from your own release. He pumped his length a few times, and you stuck out your tongue, just like you did before. He growled out your name, thick white ropes of cum spurting against your tongue before you swallowed his release.

Both troopers collapsed next to you, bundling you up in their arms.

“Kriff, that’s the best welcome home present ever” Fives breathed, chest heavily slightly as he began to calm down.

“Yeah, it’s definitely one reason for us to keep fighting to come back to you” Hardcase agreed, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head into your chest.

“Glad I could help… and if it keeps you coming back to me” you murmured, heart clenching slightly at the very real possibility that some of your boys wouldn’t always be coming back to you. It had you burying your head into Fives’ neck and he pressed a soothing hand to the back of your head, keeping you against him as he kissed the top of your head in comfort.

When you had regained your breath, you sat up slightly, much to Hardcase’s annoyance, and spotted Tup sitting in his bunk. He was dressed in only the bottom half of his blacks, although he was supporting a very telling bulge in them. His lovely, warm, tanned chest was on full display and you struggled to not lick your lips at the sight of him. But he was reading his datapad, content to wait until you were ready for him. As you watched him, he kept pushing falling strands of hair away from his eyes, huffing in frustration.

Pushing yourself up, you wanted to take care of your adorable, handsome trooper. Kix passed you, giving your cheek a quick kiss before his hands squeezed your ass cheeks, and sending you over to his vod’ika.

“Here, it might be better to just take it down. You’re able to relax now, sweet boy” you suggested, sitting on his bunk.

“It’s annoying” he frowned, pushing another lock of hair away from his eyes.

“Let me?” you asked quietly, resting a hand on his knee. This was a request, he didn’t have to if he didn’t want to.

Grinning, he pressed a kiss to your other cheek and sat on the floor between your legs. Rolling your eyes at him, you grabbed his pillow and handed it to him. You didn't want him to be uncomfortable. He muttered a quiet thank you, cheeks tinting pink at the casual display of care and love you gave him before he got comfortable on the pillow.

Smiling softly, you began to gently tug Tup’s hair out of his bun, letting the long curls free from their prison. He let out a soft moan at the feel of his hair finally coursing down his back. Carefully, you combed your fingers through his hair, untangling any knots you found and smoothing them out.

“Do you want me to braid it for you?” you murmured, running your fingers through your hair as you tightened your legs around him.

“Maybe later before we go to sleep” he suggested softly, pressing a kiss to your knee. Humming in agreement, you helped massage his tense shoulders, feeling them relax under your careful but forceful touch.

“Hey, how come we didn’t get massages?” Fives complained, lounging on his bunk with Hardcase.

“Because Tup is her favourite and the baby of the company” Jesse smirked, leaning his elbow against Kix’s bed. The trooper in question shoved him off his bed, just as Tup scowled at his ori’vod.

“I’m not the baby, I’m not even a shiny any more! Dogma and I were from the same batch!” Tup protested, pointing over to Dogma who was watching you with lust-filled eyes.

Sending Dogma a wink, you watched as he blushed and rolled his eyes. “Actually, I was decanted before you, vod” Dogma reminded him. There was snickers and laughter from the rest of the men at that and Tup just huffed.

“Ignore them, love. They’re just jealous because you are actually my favourite” you grinned at him, helping him to his feet and ignoring the ruckus that comment caused. Pulling him down onto the bed beside you, he sent you a small smile of gratitude before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and bringing you closer to him.

Tup pressed small kisses along your jaw, over your cheeks and nose, one on the corner of your lips and then finally a teasing kiss to your lips.

Sighing, you let yourself become lost in his lips and the way they were stoking the fire inside of you once more. He didn’t seem to mind that you had just taken Hardcase into your mouth and swallowed down his cum. In fact, as you moaned and pressed your chest against his, hands slipping over his broad shoulders and the warm expanse of his back, you felt him deepen the kiss even more, almost like he was trying to absorb your very being into him.

Tugging back as oxygen became more crucial to you, he sent you a charming smile and a heated look. It was a very good look on him, and you helped guide him up the bed, making sure he was comfortable on his pillows that you collected from the floor, before straddling his hips.

“You look gorgeous like that, baby” Dogma called from the opposite bunk.

“Yeah” Tup breathed, hands coming to land on your waist and steadying you against the bulge you were pressing down on.

Turning around and sending Dogma a quick smirk, you knew it wouldn’t be long before Dogma got his time with you. The man was always so worked up but didn’t like to give into his desires too soon. Trying to prove to others the control he had over himself. Oh well, you knew just how to get him to let go.

Returning back to Tup, you leaned forward and cupped his cheeks, running your gaze over the handsome trooper. Tup was beautiful, his handsome face and enchanting and charming eyes always made your heart flutter. Tracing the teardrop under his eye, you watched as Tup’s eyes closed and a sigh escaped through his parted lips. Absolutely stunning.

As you lay kisses along his jaw, and down his neck, you slid your hands up and down his chest, feeling the scars that he had already accumulated at his time as a soldier. Your mouth followed your fingers, pressing soft kisses and gentle licks to his scars until Tup was whining softly, his hips rising up to meet yours.

There was a new one on his lower hip, just before the waistline of his blacks, and you frowned, hand raised to touch it as you slid down his body, but you were unsure whether you could touch it. It looked pink and raised, very early on in the healing stage by the look of it. He could have even gotten it in the last battle. The thought made you feel sick at the thought of losing Tup, of losing any of your boys.

“It’s alright mesh’la, caught a bit of debris, Kix fixed it up for me” Tup assured, hands skimming over your shoulders and through your hair, pushing it back away from your face.

“He’s right, we got to him as quick as we could. Tup’s a fighter” Kix reassured, leaning down from his bunk above.

You sent him a small grateful smile in relief before turning your attentions back to your trooper. “Does it still hurt?” you asked Tup, heart aching at the thought of causing him more pain.

“No, I promise mesh’la, I’m all healed up” he soothed, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Alright, my love. How do you want me tonight?” you asked him, a sultry lilt to your voice and a wicked gleam in your eye. You ran your nails down his covered thighs, dragging your nails back up to repeat the motion.

Tup let out a broken moan, thighs tensing under your hands as he bit his lip to muffle any more noises. “Can-Can I have your mouth mesh’la?” he breathed, tongue coming out to wet his lip.

You couldn’t help but follow his movement, wanting to feel that against your own. Leaning up, you hovered over him, nuzzling your nose with his. Closing your eyes at the sweet moment, you rested your head against his. “Of course you can, my sweetest boy” you cooed, before licking into his mouth and feeling that tongue against yours.

Tup moaned, tugging you down onto him and wrapping you in his arms. He ran a hand up your naked back, before gripping your neck and tilting your head to better kiss you. He latched onto your lip, grazing it with his teeth before swallowing your moans.

Pulling back, chest heaving with every breath you took, you shot Tup a playful look before kissing down his body, sucking on his nipple. Hearing his soft groans, you couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself for every noise and twitch of Tup’s cock beneath his blacks as it pressed into your stomach.

Once you were satisfied with the mark that you had made on Tup’s chest, you worked your way down, until you reached his blacks. Grinning up at him, you licked a stripe along his happy trail before reaching to undo his blacks.

Tup lifted his hips to help you push them down and he chuckled slightly at the way you tugged them off and threw them behind you. It was like they had personally offended you and you needed them to be as far away as possible from you.

Forever grateful that the GAR didn’t issue underwear to their troopers, you crawled back up Tup’s leg, hearing the strangled groan that he let out at the sight of you and the feel of your breasts along either side of his leg. His hand reached out to cup your breast, giving them a quick squeeze that had heat shooting down to your core. You hadn’t realised how slick you were down there, especially after taking Fives’ cum inside of you. But the warmth that spread through you was all for Tup.

“Mesh’la” he smiled, pinching your nipple.

You couldn’t help but moan at that, chest arching into his hold. They were still sensitive from Fives’ hand and fingers. But you wanted to see your sweet boy cum and lose control.

So you settled between Tup’s legs, unable to help sigh at the way his cock bobbed at your attention. He was just the first size, not too thick but with a lot of length behind him. It was always a struggle to take Tup, but kriff it was worth it.

Taking his heavy cock into your hand, you mouthed around his base, letting your saliva run into the dark, course hair at the base of his cock. He groaned at the feeling of some slipping down to his balls.

Grinning at the response, you began to twist and pump your hand, working him up as you pressed kisses along his groin. Maker, the sounds he let out was so hot, the short little huffs of breaths as he tried to control his breathing, the way he let out small groans that could barely be heard and the way he kept murmuring your name like a prayer.

“You can pull my hair, sweetheart” you reminded him, guiding his hand up to your head before swirling your tongue around his tip. Not giving him chance to reply or do anything, you took him in your mouth, fighting your gag reflex as you pushed yourself to take more of his length down your throat.

Tup whined, the hand tightening in your hair just to pull you up from him. “Don’t do too much, mesh’la” he reminded, shaking his head and sending you a concerned look.

“I want to choke on your cock, Tup. Will you let me?” you smirked, sliding your hand up and down his shaft, giving a little twist at the head.

Tup’s mouth feel open and he let out a loud groan, hips bucking up into your talented touch. “Yeah… yeah okay mesh’la. Whatever you want” he nodded, helping to guide you back down his cock.

As you took him into your mouth once more, you run soothing hands up and down his thigh, making sure that he knew you were alright every time he hit the back of your throat. Recalling an old trick your friend had once told you, you enclosed your fist around your thumb before sinking deeper onto Tup’s cock and bobbing your head.

“She looks perfect like that, she was made to be our barrack bunny.”

“Such a good little slut for us! Just look at the way her cunt clenches at that.”

“I think we’ve ruined her vods.”

“Good. She’s no one’s girl but ours.”

The words and the soft slick-slick of wet hands pumping their lengths made you whimper around Tup’s cock. His hand tightened in your hair briefly in reaction before relaxing once more. You couldn’t help but clench around nothing at the way they were speaking about you, and you ground your hips into the mattress, desperate for some relief. Shaking your ass at them, you hoped they would help you out, slide either their fingers or cock inside of you.

However, your troopers did nothing but laugh, and a quick smack landed on your ass. That was certainly Jesse, you could feel the sting and weight of his hand like a brand. Tup growled, hips bucking into you as he pulled you further down on his cock by the hand in your hair.

Massaging his balls in your hand, you could hear the way that Tup cried your name, hips pushing further into your mouth. Choking a little on him, you pulled back, taking a steadying breath before sliding back down his cock. Rolling his balls around in your hand, you continued to work your mouth on his cock, trying to take in as much as you can.

“Touch-touch yourself for me, mesh’la!” Tup ordered, and you whimpered around him, eager to follow his orders and make yourself feel just as good. When you ran a finger through your slick folds, you couldn’t help but groan at the feeling. You wanted to be filled again soon, wanted to feel another cock slide inside of you and take you. “Go on mesh’la, make yourself cum” he groaned, head thrown back as you felt his cock twitch in your mouth.

You could tell he was close, his cock getting bigger slightly, balls tightening and drawing up and his hips faltering. Tup tugged sharply at your hair, guiding you further down his cock until your eyes began to water. He cried out your name as he shot his load down your throat, instantly relaxing his hold as his release washed over him. Tup was always so considerate, always wanted to look after you and make sure you were comfortable.

So you weren’t surprised that when Tup had finished, he hooked his hands underneath yours and tugged you up along his body. A yelp escaped you but quickly turned into a groan as his softening cock brushed over your clit and through your folds.

His hands slipped in between you, circling at your entrance before two fingers slid inside of your dropping hole.

“TUP!” you cried, eyes squeezing shut as your pleasure sky rocketed at his touch. But Tup was determined to make you cum, not letting go of you until you were shaking against him, his hands twisting slightly and fingers curling to hit that spot.

“That’s it mesh’la, you’re perfect. Look so beautiful” he murmured hotly into your neck, as he helped shove you over the edge, your inner muscles clenching around him as his name echoed around the barracks.

As you panted against Tup’s chest, listening to his soothing words and his steadying heartbeat under your ear, you jumped at the door to the barracks opening. Tup stilled beneath you and you cracked an eye open to see that Captain Rex had walked into the room, still in his armour and helmet. He was back earlier than you had expected him to be.

A tension filled the air as everyone waited to see what Rex would do. Would he join in and skip the line, take you next? Or would he wait his turn, have you last so he could demonstrate just how much he could out do his brothers and have you shuddering around him?

“Well, looks like I got here just in time” he stated, taking his helmet off and spinning it around until he could place it under his arms. Rex examined the rest of the room, seeing the dishevelled look of Fives’ bed and the men resting on it. He noticed that all of them had their cocks out, pumping them as they watched the show.

Resting his helmet on a bunk, he came to crouch by the side of the bed, brushing your hair away from your sweaty forehead. “Hey cyare, have they been taking good care of you?” he asked, making sure that you were alright.

You sighed at the feeling of his glove covered fingers moving over your head, nodding to his question and nuzzling into his hand and wrist as much as you could.

Rex chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before gripping your chin and tilting you up to look into his eyes. “Have you been taking good care of them as well?” he inquired, lips twitching into a smirk at your nod. “Good girl” he cooed, swooping down to press a devastating kiss to your lips. It was full of passion and want as he worked his tongue against yours.

You couldn’t help but whimper, remembering that he could probably taste Tup and Hardcase in your mouth. Pushing yourself up from Tup’s chest, the trooper laying a steadying hand on your lower back, you reached out for Rex, wrapping your arms around him to pull him closer to you.

The Captain pulled away, leaving a chaste kiss on your lips before smiling. He unwrapped your arms from around his neck before kissing both of your wrists. “Look after my men, and then I’ll take care of you cyare” he promised, running soothing circles into your hands with his thumb.

Nodding your head, you couldn’t help but pout a little, wanting to feel Rex against you now that he was here.

“Think it’s our turn, vod” Jesse winked, scooping you up in his arms and falling back with you onto his bunk. You giggled, wrapping your arms around Jesse and burying your head into his neck. His hands slid down your back and squeezed your ass, spreading your cheeks to the cool air of the room.

The slick of your arousal and the feel of Fives’ cum leaking out of you had you twitching at the cool air hit you, making you grimace at the way it felt against your heated skin. Jesse grinned, pressing kisses to the hinge of your jaw and running soothing hands along your lower back before squeezing your hips.

The bed dipped and you felt a warm chest press against your back. You couldn’t help but smile, raising your hand to card across the short, cropped hair of Kix. The medic ‘s warmth soaked into you, making you feel so safe and cared for. As did all of your boys. But there was just something about the medic that screamed that he would take care of you, even if he had to sedate you to ensure it.

He kissed along your shoulders before sliding his hands up your back and to the nape of your neck. Tightening his grip, he pulled you away from Jesse’s talented mouth as he was sucking marks onto your neck, making sure to avoid the ones that his brothers had made. Kix turned you slightly until he was kissing you properly, lips moving against yours softly, letting you control the pace for a moment before he pressed harder against you. He drew your lip into his mouth, sucking on it slightly before pulling back.

Jesse beamed, enjoying seeing you with his brothers. Especially his best friend and brother. “Can I have a kiss, pretty girl?” he teased, running his thumb against your kiss swollen lips.

“When have I told you no?” you breathed, voice slightly rasping at the way your throat had been used and the way your own noises had escaped from you.

“Can always tell me no, pretty girl. You know that. Never want to do anything you don’t want” Jesse assured, running his nose along your cheek, eyes closed as he savoured your touch, the softness and sweet smell of you.

Chest tightening at just how much you loved him, you cupped his cheeks and harshly smashed your lips against his. Jesse’s gasp had you slipping your tongue into his, delighting at the playful way his tongue moved with yours. Jesse gripped your hips tightly, pressing you down onto his cock and moaning at the feel of your heat against him.

There was a sound of something being thrown and then a dull thunk as it landed on the bed next to you. You went to pull away from Jesse’s talented mouth, confused about that when a firm hand came to lay between your shoulder blades.

You flushed in embarrassment when you realised that both troopers were naked, their blacks chucked off a while ago. You had been too distracted with Tup to realise they had been undressing and Rex had taken over your thoughts when he had come in. Your thoughts became more hazy as Jesse made his way down your neck to your chest, biting marks and sucking purpling bruises on your pretty skin.

“Think you can handle this much, cyar’ika?” Kix frowned, pressing his hips into yours, his length slipping through your cheeks.

Blushing heavily, you couldn’t help but nod and reach back for the medic, even while Jesse began sucking on your tits. You wanted to reassure Kix, you could take them both like this tonight. It wasn’t something you always did, some of the times the men were content to keep just to your mouth and cunt, but tonight was special. You were welcoming them back from deployment. You wanted to feel them everywhere.

“I can… just go slow” you nodded, feeling Kix lean down and kiss your shoulder.

“Of course I will, cyar’ika. It’s been so long since you took us here. Have you been using the training plugs?” he shushed, soothing you gently as you let out a whine. Jesse ran his tongue over your nipple in apology of his rough treatment.

Kix’s question caused you to flush even more, and you couldn’t help but try to hide into Jesse’s broad chest.

“Ha! That means yes!” Dogma announced, and you could hear Kix’s chuckle from behind you.

“Don’t be embarrassed, cyar’ika. Shows what a good girl you are, following instructions even when we weren’t here. So proud of you” he cooed, running his hands soothingly up and down your sides. “It’s going to make this a bit easier for you, love” he muttered, hands pulling away to expose your tight hole to his eyes.

Gasping, you couldn’t help but press back into Kix, causing Jesse to buck into you, chasing your warmth against his length. The sound of a bottle opening and the sound of liquid spilling onto something had you biting your lip to stop the moan from escaping.

“Hey, pretty girl, look at me” Jesse requested, his tattoo scrunching up at the smile that was spread across his face. You returned it, eyes locking onto his own as you cupped his cheek. “Gonna take such good care of you” he vowed, before pulling you down for a heavy kiss.

For a few moments, you were distracted by the sounds and taste of Jesse kissing you, that you didn’t notice Kix spread your cheeks once more and pressed a very slicked up finger past the tight ring of muscles. Gasping, you clung onto Jesse, trying to think past the strange sensation of being opened up by someone other than yourself.

“Going to go slow, cyar’ika” he soothed, pouring more lube along the crack of your arse and letting it pool around his finger. Pulling out, he collected more lube and worked it around your tight hole. His finger pressed in again, pushing in deeper this time and it had you groaning, tensing up slightly. However both Kix and Jesse rushed to reassure you, pressing sweet kisses and soothing touches along your sides and back.

Jesse pulled you back towards him, one hand coming to cup your cheek and kiss you, the other slipping in between you and rubbing at your clit. The burst of pleasure helped in taking Kix’s finger all the way inside of you.

“I like opening you up like this, cyar’ika. Like knowing that I’m the one taking care of you like this, that you don’t have to worry about anything because I’ll always look after you, make you feel safe and good” Kix admitted, squeezing your thigh where it met your ass cheek.

Groaning, you clenched around the intruding finger and pushed back into him, moaning into Jesse’s mouth at the way his words echoed through you. Kriff, these men loved you so much! And Kix enjoyed opening your ass, because then he knew that you wouldn’t be hurt, would enjoy all your exploits because he had opened you up right. The competency of him and the way he protected you had a spark of lightning shoot through you to your core.

“Ohh, she likes that idea vod! Pretty girl shuddered like she was about to cum” Jesse chuckled, nipping at your jaw as he changed the pace of his fingers.

There was an answering huff of amusement from behind you and Kix leaned more into you. “Did you like that, cyar’ika? Like knowing how much I love you. Love keeping you close to take care of you. That’s why I won’t let any of my other medics attend you. Did you know that?” he mumbled to you, before slicking up his second finger and pushed that alongside his first finger.

The sound that left you sounded animalistic, and you didn’t know if it was because of Kix and his protective tendencies or the way it felt so good to have two of his fingers stretching your forbidden hole. Shaking your head, you clutched onto Jesse, feeling how your arousal was leaking out of you and down your thighs. No doubt Jesse could feel just how much this was turning you on.

“Nobody can treat you as well as I can. None of them know you like I do, what makes you smile or laugh in my med bay. What scares you when you’re getting treated. What makes you want to run and hide but don’t because you’re so brave. Like when you let me set that broken arm of yours. My brave, girl. I’ve seen battle-hardened troopers cry and flinch and scream at me setting a bone. But you were so brave” he whispered praise to you, and you couldn’t help but let out a little sob. It was so overwhelming to be caught in Kix’s love.

You remembered that day very well. You and Hardcase had been trying to prank Rex by dumping a bucket of glitter onto his head in his quarters. You had been up the ladder, balancing the bucket when you had lost your footing and fell back onto Rex’s desk, catching your arm on the corner. Hardcase had rushed you to Kix, as you sobbed into his shirt, trying to ignore the pain flaring in your arm. Kix had been so gentle and kind with you, never leaving you for longer than necessary to get the equipment that he needed. Even when he gave you a hypo of painkillers, he had been so soft with you, rubbing where he had stabbed you with it. Kix had told you everything he was doing, voice caring but firm. He had made the terrible experience so much better.

“Jesse!” you cried, staring into his oak-coloured eyes, begging him to quieten his brother.

“I know pretty girl, but we all love you so much. Do you want him to stop altogether or just get on with it?” Jesse asked, a playful tone to his voice but you knew the question was serious. Jesse brushed the tears away from your cheeks and gave you a soothing smile. Kix stopped his movements, waiting for your answer to Jesse.

“No, don’t stop! Just… no more” you pleaded, shaking your head.

“Hey, cyar’ika. I’ll stop, but can I still talk to you?” he inquired, resting a hand next to the both of you so he could look into your eyes.

Nodding, you pecked his lips and enjoyed the smile that brought out of him.

“One of these days, pretty girl, you’ll believe us when we say all these things” Jesse promised, returning back to his own touches of your clit. His other hand teasing your breasts.

Grunting at the feel of his fingers against your button, you bucked into him, whimpering at the way it sent you further down Kix’s fingers.

“Keep still, cyar’ika. We’ll take care of you, just be patient” Kix reminded, squeezing your hip to still you before twisting his fingers inside of you.

The moan that escaped you echoed around the barracks and had a hiss of a curse coming from Dogma and Rex. Both of them desperate to touch you while their brothers had already been satisfied. A second cry fell from your lips as Kix pushed a third finger inside of you, curling and scissoring them to spread you open for them.

“Kriff! I’m ready, please… I can take you” you whined, grazing your teeth across Jesse’s thick neck.

“You’re not ready until I say you’re ready” Kix chided firmly, making you pout.

Jesse smirked, tugging at your pouted lips. “It’s the medic in him” he teased you both, sending a smug look to his brother. You heard Kix grumble behind you.

“Now be a good girl and ride Jesse’s cock for me, yeah? He’s been ready to burst since you opened your pretty legs, cyar’ika” Kix ordered, squeezing the globes of your cheeks. And who was you to turn down an order.

“As if you haven’t!” Jesse scowled at his brother over your shoulder.

However, his ire was soon forgotten as he helped you to hover over him, Kix sitting on his haunches as he continued to open you up for them. Whimpering at the feel of them both, you tried to wiggle your ass for Kix, to encourage him to join in and fuck you. However, all you got was an unimpressed look shot your way and you huffed in annoyance.

“Don’t be a brat, cyare” Rex voice cut through your lustful haze. It had you wiping the pout off your lips and you leaned back to press a kiss to Kix’s chest, right above where his nipple was. It had the medic’s breath hitching and his cock twitched when you looked down.

Turning back around to your other handsome trooper, you couldn’t help but stare at him. Jesse was lounging back against the pillows, hand already busy.

“Think you can handle this much?” Jesse smirked at you, pumping his cock and letting his knuckles brush over your sensitive clit as you hovered over him.

Nodding, you bit your lip, taking in the way pre-cum beaded at the tip before sliding down his cock. You wanted to trace it’s path with your tongue, take him into your mouth and make him feel good. It was wonderful taking Jesse into your mouth, the man always gentle and encouraging as you slid his length down your throat, until he reached his end and he’d hold you down, nose pressed against the small curls at the base of his cock as he shot his load down your mouth.

Jesse must have seen the way you were looking at him because he chuckled, pulling his hand away from himself. “Not tonight, pretty girl. You can suck my cock tomorrow” he promised, leaning forward to press a kiss to your pouty lips.

As you kissed him, you reached down to steady his cock before you sunk down on him. Groaning at the stretch, you wrapped your arms around his neck, losing yourself in his kiss as you adjusted to his size. Jesse was a large man, with a thick powerful body that was mirrored in his cock. He was hot, heavy and pressed against your walls perfectly. Every time it took you a little bit to become used to his stretch.

Jesse was groaning against your lips, eyes squeezed shut and his Republic facial tattoo was scrunched up. It was a sweet, adorable look on him as he also got used to the tight, wet, heat of you surrounded him.

Thankfully Kix had stilled when you had sunk on Jesse’s cock, waiting for you both to be ready before he stretched you open further. When you began to rock against Jesse slightly, testing the way you felt, he began to rock his fingers against you as well, trying to keep to the same rhythm you were setting.

“Oh kriff, pretty girl. Feel like you’re going to swallow up my cock” Jesse hissed, hands settling on your hips to help you ride him up and down. With every ride and fall, you were also riding Kix’s hand as well, grinding down into both of them.

“So good! Feel so full” you groaned, reaching behind you for Kix, even as you kept one arm wrapped around Jesse’s broad shoulders. Kix leaned forward, growling softly at the way your fingers brushed against his tattoo at the side of his head. Your fingers able to tell the difference between the lightning bolts and the short dark hair that bristled against your fingertips as well.

“Lie down on Jesse’s chest, cyar’ika” Kix requested, running a hand up and down your side, enjoying the feeling of your sweat slicked skin moving against his own.

“Come here, pretty girl” Jesse grinned excitedly, pulling you down into him. He pressed a number of kisses along your cheeks and down to your neck. Giggling, you couldn’t help but kiss him back and try to mark his pretty bronzed skin.

When you heard the slick-slick noise of Kix fisting his cock and coating it in lube, it had you fluttering around Jesse, eager to have Kix in your ass.

“You should hurry up and get in our girl, Kix. She’s excited to have you in here” Jesse teased, fingers brushed around your lubed up hole.

“Jesse!” you huffed, flicking his nipple and making him yelp.

“I can’t wait to get inside of you either, cyar’ika” he promised, hand sliding to stroke across your back. “Take a deep breath for me, love” he directed, lining himself up before pushing into your tight ring of muscles.

Even though Kix had stretched you and made sure that you had lube leaking out of you, a cry still left your lips at the way Kix filled you up. All three of you let out broken noises as Kix slowly settled inside of you, pushing in only when you had relaxed around the part of his cock inside of you. Jesse could feel his brother through the thin bit of flesh that separated them. It had him clutching at you, bringing you even more into his chest as he tried to control himself. Kix couldn’t believe how tight you were still, even after opening you up himself. It always felt so good to take you here, the way your ass just seemed to want to draw him in with every thrust.

“Kriff! Kriff! Shit!” you hissed, trying to think past the thought of full-heat-pleasure that flashed through your head. Their cocks felt so heavy inside of you and it took everything you had to not shout at the feeling of them stretching you open and carving a place for themselves inside of you.

Finally, after a few minutes, the three of you had calmed down, breath settling and muscles relaxing enough that Kix and Jesse could begin to move.

“You ready, pretty girl?” Jesse asked, running a hand up the side of your thigh.

“I’m ready… you can move… please” you spluttered out, rocking back against them slightly. It had both Kix and Jesse letting out groans of pleasure, hands coming to squeeze you wherever they landed.

“Little minx” Jesse accused, brushing your hair away from your face as Kix’s hands settled on your hips. There was no doubt you’d have bruises there tomorrow. Not from the way all your troopers enjoyed holding you there.

Seemingly at a signal from the other, they both began moving in a co-ordinated rhythm, one pulled out and the other pushed in. Neither of them leaving you empty. Fives was right, you wouldn’t be empty at all tonight, either full of cock or cum.

Sighing, you settled your head on Jesse’s chest, taking in his soothing scents as they slowly moved inside of you, rocking you against Jesse’s chest in a way that sent lazy heat stirring through your stomach. Hearing a muffled groan, you fought against the pleasure washing through you to open your eyes.

Seeing the trooper opposite you, his hand pumping his cock, you could see just how hard he was, waiting his turn. The dusky pink head of his cock was turning awfully red, and there was already pre-cum leaking from the tip. Wanting to help him out as he patiently waited, you beckoned him over.

“Dogma… come ‘ere” you ordered, the words slurring slightly as Jesse hit a spot inside of you that had you clenching around him tightly. You groaned, head falling forward to land on Jesse’s collar and you nuzzled into his warmth.

You heard the bunk move, and two feet land on the barracks metal floor before walking over to you. Dogma appeared in your line of vision, kneeling on the bed next to Jesse’s side.

Panting heavily, body feeling like it was on fire by Jesse and Kix’s excellent rhythm keeping skills, you turned to him, noticing how tense he looked, brow furrowed and distorting his tattoo slightly.

“Want to make… you feel good” you breathed, reaching for his cock. It was standing proudly in front of you, and both yours and Dogma’s groans mixed as your hand slid along the silky, hard length and up to his slit. Gathering the arousal leaking out of him, you used it to spread it up and down his shaft.

“You do baby, always make me feel so good” he panted, jaw tensing as you pumped him leisurely, almost becoming lost at the hard thrust that Kix had given you. It pressed you further into Jesse’s chest, and Dogma groaned at the sight of you spread out for them.

“Fuck! Fuck! Kix! Jesse!” you cried, trying to push back into them and meet their thrust but Kix’s hands on your waist stopped you. Keeping you still and trapped between them.

Jesse shushed you softly, hand coming to grip at your shoulder blades and the other to the back of your neck as his hips slammed up into you. “Shh, you’re doing so well, pretty girl. Make the sweetest of noises. So beautiful, our girl. Our wonderful girl” he whispered softly into your ear, making sure to keep his touches light but his thrusts hard.

You squeezed around Dogma’s cock and he grunted, hand coming to guide yours against his length. Gasping out an apology, you loosened your hold but he just shook his head, leaning down to press a kiss to your open mouth.

“Alright baby, they’re making you feel so good, aren’t they?” Dogma soothed, licking into your lips and swallowing your shout as Kix placed a hand on your lower back, arching you up for them.

“Please, please, please” you cried, pleads coming out in a stream as your core tightened. The ache inside of you getting worse and you wished you could reach down to touch your clit as it begged for attention. You were so close, the both of them taking you and filling you so good as they pounded into you. Jesse’s hips shifted a bit and you let out a loud whine, nails clutching into Jesse’s chest at the way his cock rocked against your clit with every thrust in and out. It was just what you needed.

“Tell us what you want, cyar’ika. Ah! Kriff!” Kix moaned, gritting his teeth as he felt his own release approaching.

“Please let me cum, please” you begged, thoughts gone now. All you could focus on was the way that your holes clutched around them as they pulled out and swallowed them up when they slammed into you.

“Fuck! Such a good girl for us… ugh! Cum pretty girl, cum for us” Jesse hissed out, as he felt his balls tighten up and rise.

All it took was one, two more rough thrust into you and then you were screaming your release, your whole body tightening around them as wave after wave of white, hot, electric pleasure shot through you. It was all that Jesse needed, as his cock twitched inside of you, shooting his cum into your clenching channel. Kix cursed, flooding your ass with his cum as your tight muscles clenched around his cock, unable to move as your body shook with your powerful orgasm.

“Hey, ssh, you did so well. Taking us both together, you made us feel wonderful, cyar’ika” Kix whispered into you soothingly, his soft, praising words bringing you back to the present as you lay dazed in a warm, comfortable buzz.

“So perfect for us pretty girl. So special” Jesse added, massaging your shoulders and neck as his brother pressed kisses along your back.

Tension fled out of you and you were content to just lie in between them when you heard a shift to the side of you. Oh Dogma! You had left him with a painful hard on and had been wrapped around him. You hoped you hadn’t hurt him when you had reached your peak.

Flicking your eyes up at him, you were surprised to find that the man was looking at you softly, his cock still out red and swollen, but he looked at you like you were the only good thing in his life. “S’alright, baby. You looked so beautiful cumming like that, I nearly did as well” he soothed, stroking your hair back away from your face. Feeling like you were moving through treacle, you reached out for his cock but he shook his head, wrapping your fingers with his and placing them on the bed next to you. “No, not yet, baby. Rest first” he ordered you, voice gentle but firm.

“Get some water for her, vod’ika? I want to make sure she’s hydrated enough to continue” Kix instructed, looking at Dogma imploringly. Dogma grumbled at being the one to do it while his other brothers were lazing about after being seen to. But he did what he was told, because you probably did need some water.

“I’m fine!” you protested, although the point was probably lost as it came out in a rasp. Your throat dry from all the moans and noises you had been making. You didn’t need to look at Kix to know he was wearing a smug look on his pretty face.

A chuckle from the other bunk had you turning to scowl at the trooper, but stopped when you saw Rex smiling lovingly at you. It always made you feel so content to see Rex smile, he didn’t do that nearly enough because of this war. It was always a sight to see when he did.

“Don’t argue with a medic, cyare” Rex advised, his kind, brown eyes shining with affection.

“Yeah, he hurts!” Fives complained from his freshly laundered bunk. You noticed him and Tup were cuddling together, Hardcase at their feet as they all relaxed and either watched you or were on their datapad.

“Shut up vod!” Kix growled, before sending Dogma a grateful look as he came back with a glass of water for you. “Here, sit up, cyar’ika. Let Dogma help you” Kix encouraged, helping you to sit up slightly so Dogma could tip water into your mouth.

The coolness of the water soothed your throat, and you couldn’t help but sigh in relief, reaching for the glass to get more. However Dogma stopped you, steadying you before he tilted the glass some more. These boys took such good care of you. Pulling away after nearly finishing the glass, you did feel better and you let out a purr of happiness as Jesse kissed your chin.

“We’re gonna pull out now, love” Kix warned you, hands stilling you.

Nodding, you let out a muffled groan at the feeling of first Kix slipping out of you and then Jesse pulling out of you. Grimacing, you clenched around the feeling of his cum leaking out your pussy, the slickness mixing with your own cum and arousal.

“Thank you, pretty girl, you’re so wonderful” Jesse mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before he slid out from underneath you. Groaning, you collapsed onto the bed, feeling Kix trail a soothing hand down your back before getting off the bed also.

You felt so wet and sore in a good way, and you knew it was going to continue. Your holes felt well used and you could only imagine what the apex of your legs looked like. The petals of your opening all swollen and puffy from use, covered in slick and cum and quivering slightly at the cool air hit your sensitive core.

“Hmm, you look so good like this, baby” Dogma breathed, fingers trailing a path from your ankle all the way up your leg until they stopped just before touching your groin. Sighing at his teasing touch, you opened your legs wider, hoping it would encourage him to keep going. But all he did was groan and kneel in between your spread legs.

“Can I take you like this?” he asked, hands coming up to your cheeks and spreading them to stare at your puffy hole.

“Please” you nodded, pushing back into his hands and feeling the stirrings of warmth begin again in your stomach.

Dogma ducked his head, licking a strip from your clit to your entrance, collecting all the mess that had been left behind and pushing it back inside of you with his broad tongue.

“Oh, Dogma!” you gasped, shocked at the move but nonetheless happy to have his mouth on you. You rocked back into him, as he kitten licked at your opening, teasing you and sending burst of pleasure to your clit. His thumb brushed lightly against your swollen clit and you buried your head into the pillows to muffle the noises that came from you.

However he pulled away before too long and you couldn’t hide your noise of disappointment. He chuckled, running his hands up and down your flank, before spreading your cheeks and touching the puckered entrance of your ass. It was still slick with lube and he let out a content groan.

“Okay, baby?” he checked in, squeezing your waist lightly to get your attention.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good. Don’t stop” you assured, closing your eyes in bliss.

Dogma reached for the bottle of lube, squirting some on his cock and letting out a hiss at the cool temperature against his heated skin. Making sure he coated himself enough so he wouldn’t hurt you, he nudged your legs a bit wider. His hands returned to your hips and he pulled them back to him, lifting you up onto your knees with your torso pressed to the mattress.

Unable to stop the moan that escaped you at hid manhandling and the position he put you in, you clutched tightly onto the pillows, almost giddy at the way he would take you like this.

You felt the press of his cock nudge at your tight entrance and you relaxed as much as possible, taking a deep breath in and nodding your consent. When he began to push in, it had you scrambling for the pillow. Your entrance was aching after Kix’s rough taking but it still felt so good, just the right edge of pleasure-pain at the way Dogma stretched you as he entered you.

When he had pushed all the way in, Dogma stopped, running soothing hands up and down your thighs and over your back as he waited for you to adjust to him. He could feel how tight you were around him, the way your muscles clutched at him and held him still. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last long, not after watching his brothers fuck you and the way you had pumped him a few minutes ago.

Getting an idea, he called your name softly. “Can I move you to face everyone?” he asked, hoping you’d say yes. It didn’t matter to him, but he thought it would be amazing for his brothers to see him fuck their little barracks bunny. It sent a prideful burst in his chest, knowing he would be the one to make you cum hard around his cock.

“Yeah… yeah sounds good” you breathed, biting your lip at the thought of them all watching you. Even though they had all been watching you before, it always turned you on to know that they were enjoying their brothers take you apart just as well as they themselves did.

Dogma pulled out, wrapping his arms around your waist and chest before picking you up and spinning you around. Putting you down, he reached back to the pillows and placed them under your chest to keep you propped us and comfortable. But now all of his brothers could see your face change and pleasure wash over you as he fucked your ass.

“Good idea, Dog’ika” Kix beamed at him, wearing fresh blacks as he came into the room from the refresher.

“She looks ready for you, Ori’vod” Tup agreed, sending you a lazy smile from the cuddle pile on Fives’ bed.

Wiggling your ass, you positioned yourself just as you were before. Chest pressed against the bed and ass high in the air for him. Presenting your dripping and ready holes for him.

Cursing softly, Dogma pumped his cock a couple more times before sinking into your tight, lubed up hole. His hands settled on your waist before he was withdrawing his cock, the heavy feel of him dragging out of you before slamming back inside in a hurried thrust. He set a slow, teasing withdrawal before entering you in a quick, rough thrust.

His pace kept you on edge, building the pleasure inside of you and never really being able to keep up with his changing, alternative style.

“Please, Dogma! More!” you begged, reaching for him.

Dogma growled, gripping your wrist and pinning it to the small of your back. Taking your other wrist, he gave it a gentle squeeze before he pulled it alongside your other and enclosed his hand around them both.

“OH! FUCK!” you cried, as the way he pinned you down had him thrusting into you at an entirely different angle. He felt even bigger inside of you as your hips were pushed up to meet his cock as he began pounding into you.

“Damn, she’s enjoying herself vod!” Hardcase leered, watching as your face contorted in pleasure at every thrust into your ass.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh! Dogma!” you panted, wriggling a hand out of his hold and reaching beneath you to circle and play with your throbbing clit.

“That’s it baby, play with yourself while I fuck your ass. Look at you, enjoying having my cock inside of here so much you just had to touch your pretty little clit” Dogma growled out, slamming his hips inside of you as he squeezed your wrist tighter.

“Should spank her a little vod” Fives suggested, watching eagerly as you let out a moan, nodding hurriedly at his words.

“Yes! Do it!” you ordered, feeling more slick leak out of your empty cunt.

Dogma gave you no warning, as he raised his hand high and brought it down on your ass cheek.

Crying out, you clenched tight around his cock, almost making it impossible to move as the burst of pleasure-pain shot through you. It made him feel even bigger inside of your tight hole. Dogma cursed, driving deeper inside of you as he did it again without you needing to ask, swapping between cheeks as he continued to fuck you.

“You close baby? Can feel how tight you got around my cock” Dogma hissed out, jaw clenching at the way his own release was approaching. But he wanted to push you over the edge first, wanted to feel you milk his cock as your own release washed through you.

“Don’t stop! Please! Right there Dogma, don’t stop!” you begged, eyes squeezed shut as the coil in your stomach tightened and tightened with every thrust and brush of your clit. Dogma snarled, smacking your ass once more and dragging his nails down your cheek. That was all it took as you felt yourself fall over the cliff, your pussy clenching around nothing as you came around his cock.

“KRIFF! Baby!” he cried out, slamming into you a few more times before he stilled, releasing his load deep into your ass.

He collapsed against your back, wrapping his arms around you and tilting you to lay on your sides. Sighing softly at his soft touches against your stomach and sides, you leant back into him, eyes slipping closed as you tried to regain your breath.

Dogma nuzzled into your neck, pressing a soft kiss to a bruise that was there before pulling away. You grumbled, missing the heat already. “Sorry baby, but I think the Captain is getting restless. He looks ready to pounce on you” he whispered, keeping his voice low so as to not alert the Captain to his words.

Looking over at Rex, you could see just how focused on you he was, his eyes trained on you, body tense and coiled like he was ready to snap. Deciding to tease him just a little, you let out an exaggerated groan and stretched your body for him to see.

Unfortunately, Rex didn’t even more and you couldn’t help but huff, rolling onto your belly and showing off for him.

“Dangerous game” Dogma warned, pushing himself up and giving your ass one last affectionate squeeze before he headed to the refresher to clean up. “Captain” he murmured, ducking his head in respect as he passed.

“Dogma” Rex replied, before his eyes narrowed on you and you sent him a filthy grin in return. Keeping his face stern, he raised two fingers and curled them, motioning you to come over to him.

Biting your lip, you pushed yourself up from the bed and sauntered over to Rex, making sure to swing your hips. Your body was covered in bites and bruises from his men. It was something that Rex loved to see on you. A kink of his that you and the rest of Torrent Company loved to indulge in. The Captain loved to see just how well his men handled you and how you worshipped the evidence of their claim on you.

“Hey, Captain! Finished the debrief?” you greeted, stopping in between his legs and trailing your fingers through his cropped blonde hair. You raised your hand to cup his cheek, noticing the tiredness in his eyes. Stars! What had happened to him during this deployment? He looked exhausted.

“Thank the Maker, if I have to listen to another complaint about funding again, it’ll be too soon” he huffed, leaning into your soft caresses. He ran his hands up your bare thighs, gripping them slightly before tugging you down into his lap.

“You poor thing, that’s why I didn’t get into politics. If I had to justify sending medical supplies rather than letting troopers die, I think I’d set the Senate on fire” you grinned, unable to help but want to punch the Chancellor in his sleazy, disgusting face.

That got a startled laugh out of Rex as he spread his legs wider, pulling you closer to him. He shook his head, eyes dancing with amusement now, and you returned the easy smile he sent you. “Careful, cyare. I don’t want to have to arrest you for treason” he teased, fingers sliding up your spine to grip the nape of your neck.

Tilting your head down, you rested your heads together and breathed in each others’ air. “You’d enjoy seeing my in cuffs. Probably get Fox to let you into my cell so you could fuck me” you chuckled, feeling his cock twitch underneath you at the idea. You ground down into his bulge, hearing a muffled moan start in his chest before Rex cut it off.

“Could always get my cuffs right now, cyare. Stop you being such a brat tonight” Rex growled against your neck, pressing his teeth playfully into you and causing you to flinch away at how ticklish you could be there.

“Maybe next time. Now I think I want to show my Captain a good time” you smirked, playing with the short hair at the back of his neck and kneading the tense muscles there.

However, Rex just shook his head, kissing the corner of your lips and pulling away as you chased after him for a proper kiss. “Nuh uh, cyare. Do you remember what I said before?” he chided, wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you still, but he kept the one at the nape of your neck, holding you just where he wanted you.

“Rex!” you complained, remembering his promise to look after you if you took care of his men. But you wanted to show him just how much you appreciated him though.

“Ah ah, I made you a promise and I’m a man of my word, cyare” he said firmly, before throwing you on the bed beside him.

You yelped, bouncing slightly against the mattress. Not even having time to let out any argument, Rex was on top of you, spreading your legs around his waist. Even though his waist was very trimmed, the weight of him pressing you into the bed had you feeling fuzzy and hazy as everything disappeared apart from you and Rex.

Grinding down into you, he cupped your cheeks and brought you in for a kiss. It was both loving and filthy, Rex kissing you like he had been waiting for the chance to do so the moment he had left you. Now returned, he wasted no time in teasing at your mouth, nipping slightly at your raised lips before kitten licking the seams of your lips.

Opening up for him, you let out a relieved moan as his tongue pressed against yours. As he played with your mouth, his body rocked forward, grinding against your sensitive core. The rough coarse material of his black felt heavenly as it dragged against your clit. You gasped, bucking into him and grazing your teeth over his bottom lip.

Sliding the hands from around his neck, you trailed them down his muscular, scar ridden chest, feeling the hard, patch of skin that was near the centre of his chest. Giving it one last gentle stroke, you moved your way down his body, making sure your touch was light until it got to the waistline of his blacks.

“You’re wearing too many clothes, Captain” you purred, gliding your hand over the hard on in his blacks and smirked at the wanton groan that Rex let out at the teasing touch. He pressed into your hand, not letting you move away to tease him further.

“Better fix that then” he muttered back, helping you as you pushed his blacks off his waist and down his legs, dragging your feet down to help shove them off him. “That better, cyare?” he asked, nipping at your ear lobe before suckling on it.

Gasping, you arched up into him and nodded, running your hands over him and giving his ass a good squeeze. Rex had an amazing bottom, and you couldn’t help but appreciate it and want to squeeze it all the time.

“Looks like someone got a little desperate while we were away” Rex smirked, as you tilted your head for him to press even more marks down your neck. He gladly pressed his lips to your collarbone, bringing the thin, fragile skin into his mouth and running his tongue over it. He bit down sharply onto it, before lathering it with soothing strokes of his tongue. You were going to have a hell of a bruise there tomorrow. Not that you cared. You revelled in them.

“Missed you” you admitted, pulling him down into your rolling hips. His hard cock brushed against your clit and you whined, ready and waiting for the Captain to fuck you.

Rex moved further down your chest, taking your stiffened peaks into his mouth and giving them all of his attention. He sucked hard, keeping his chest against your lower half to keep you pinned beneath him. His other hand came to play with your other nipple, rolling it in-between his fingers, gently tugging on it and lightly dragging his nail across it.

“Oh, Rex! Fucking hell!” you hissed, legs tightening around him as that little move of his caused more of your juices to slip out of your clenching hole.

Rex pulled off your swollen, spit-covered nipple and sent you a hungry look before swapping sides, paying close attention to the other one. He did the same on that side, making sure to draw out the sweetest noises from you before he was satisfied.

Kneeling up between your legs, he looked down at your glistening body and couldn’t help the wolfish look that spread across his face. It would seem that not a drop of cum was wasted on your body, instead his men preferring to release inside of you. Dragging his hand down your shivering form, he allowed his gaze to lower to the apex of your legs.

Holding back a groan, he couldn’t help but collect some of the cum leaking out of you and push it back inside. It had you groaning at the feeling of his thick, talented fingers entering you but you let him do what he wanted.

“Filled you up nicely, didn’t they, cyare? Didn’t waste any of it on you, we all wanted you to keep it deep inside of you” Rex said filthily, brushing his thumb against the swollen bundle of nerves. Your entrance did look puffy and glistening from the mixture of cum and your own arousal.

Pushing another finger in beside his other two, he crooked them just enough that it had your hips lifting off the bed. “Think you can cum like this for me?” he asked, voice devoid of any judgement or expectation. He really didn’t mind if you could or couldn’t. Rex just wanted to know where you were on your limit, checking in on you in a way that was subtle and maintained the mood, but made you aware that if you wanted to, he’d stop. He’d take you to the refresher, clean you up and wrap you in his arms and hold you as you both slept.

But that wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted Rex. All of him.

“No, want you!” you huffed, reaching for him and finding purchase on his forearm.

“You have me, cyare” he reminded softly, a loving smile spreading over his handsome features.

“No! I want your cock inside of me, please Rex. I want you to fuck me!” you begged, feeling frustrated at the way he was teasing you.

Rex chuckled, pulling his fingers out of you and shuffling forwards. His knees hit the back of your thighs, as his hands came up to lift your hips slightly so that they were in his lap. “Who am I to deny my precious cyare?” he shrugged, winking at you before he was notching the head of his cock at your entrance.

Feeling the slight stretch of him as he ran the tip around your entrance a couple of times, you dug your heels into his calves, rocking your hips in an attempt to do it yourself. If Rex wasn’t going to get his cock inside of you, then you’d do it for him. However, a hand came to settle on your hips, tightening in warning before Rex was pushing in. He didn’t stop until he was all the way in as your inner walls fluttered around him at the intrusion. It felt like he was splitting you open, even after taking his brothers.

The Captain moaned, eyes squeezing shut as he tilted his head back, savouring the feel of you around him. It was a beautiful sight, and it was one that you knew would remain forever seared into your mind. The beautiful, Captain, lost in pleasure, lost in you. Yes, you would never forget this moment.

When he looked back down at you, he began to roll his hips inside of you slowly, letting the heavy feeling of his cock drag in and out. “That’s it cyare, taking me so well. Look at you, you were made for taking me” Rex whispered praise to you as he watched the way your face relaxed, mouth falling open and letting out the noises that he wanted so desperately to hear.

Picking up his pace, Rex gripped your thighs that was around him before pushing them up towards your stomach and to the sides. He leaned even more into you, using the new angle to fuck down into your gaping hole that clutched at his straining cock.

White hot pleasure soared through you at the change of position and you grabbed on tightly to his sides, digging your nails in as you tried to raise to meet his thrusts. But from how he was pinning you down, you could do nothing but lie there and take what the Captain gave you.

Laying his arm across both of your legs, his other hand came to wrap around your throat, not pressing down of squeezing, just remaining there. A reminder of his strength and his control as he continued to pound down into you, drawing out cries of bliss at the way he filled you over and over again.

“Been so good mesh’la, doing everything you were told to do. Such a good girl, cyare” Rex mumbled, pressing a quick nip to your calf before he continued his thrusts.

“Please Rex, please. I need to cum, please make me cum” you begged, already feeling overheated and close to your end just from the way Rex was holding you down and fucking you like he wanted to claim you again.

“Yeah, you want to cum? Bet you can cum like this, huh, cyare” he chuckled darkly, hips slamming into you as you let out a keening cry. “Just cum around my cock like you were made to do. Don’t ever have to think of anything else again, just the way me and my brothers fill you up. Keep you here in our barracks, full of cock and cum and watch as you swell up with all our loads” Rex hissed, jaw fluttering at the way his own control was starting to slip.

It was his words and the sharp twist of his hips as he thrust inside of you that had you screaming out his name. Rex had seem you approaching the cliff and instead of helping you off it, he had took a jet pack to you and thrown you off it. Your whole body tensed, shuddering and holding onto Rex as much as you could. You were distantly aware that you were digging nails into his back, trying to pull him down to you as wave after wave of pleasure rushed over you.

Rex slowed down his thrusts but never stopped, and it had you whining at his touch, everything starting to become too oversensitive.

“Please Rex, I can’t… no more” you whined, already feeling the way your core tightened at another orgasm approached you. Even after all the orgasms that the boys had given you, and the one that Rex had forced out of you, you couldn’t help but want more. And so did Rex.

Rex growled, licking along the marks that were already spread across your neck and collarbone, before he sucked a mark right at the slope of your jaw. Everybody would be able to see it, nobody would need to ask just who was staking his claim on you.

“You can, cyare. One more for me” he encouraged, lifting your legs up higher towards your chest. “You’ve been such a good girl, taking care of my men. Looking after them and making sure they’re satisfied. Want you to feel good too. Will you do this for me? Will you cum on my cock?” Rex praised, lips trailing up your neck before he pressed his lips to yours. It was hardly a kiss, both of you too strung out for that and you almost bent in half, but as you panted into his mouth, you couldn’t help but nod.

“Yes, yes I can do that! Please Rex, please! Feel so good” you begged, clinging onto him and digging your nails into his back. You wanted another release and you wanted to make Rex happy, he deserved all this and more.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought” he grumbled, hooking your legs up onto his shoulders now.

The new position had him driving into you, his thrusts almost pounding you into the shitty GAR mattress. You wailed at the feeling of him hitting you so deep, feel him carving out space for himself inside of your exhausted pussy. Every thrust was sending you close and closer to the edge, and all you could do was hold on and let Rex throw you off it. It felt like you had never really came down from your last orgasm with him, instead Rex was drawing it out into a long, intense one that had you seeing stars.

“Cum for me, cyare” Rex demanded, slamming his hips hard into you. One of his arms wrapped around your legs, pinning them to his chest while the other reached in between you and rubbed at your clit. It took barely the brush of his fingertips before Rex was cursing as you tightened around him, hips faltering as he was pushed over the edge as well, his hot heat flooding you.

Rex released your legs, helping to settle them back down on the mattress. You whimpered at the way the movement caused his softening cock to twitch inside of you with a final spurt. He was breathing heavily as he massaged your hips and thighs, understanding that you were probably feeling the strain from the positions he had put you in.

His soft touch had you sighing, drawing him into your chest and wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you just held him. Rex was content with that as well, letting himself relax against your chest. It felt so good to be in your arms once more and be held against your beautiful soft curves. It felt like he was exactly where he belonged after this tough deployment. And that was right by your side.

Closing your eyes, you grimaced at the way his cock slipped out of you, followed by a rush of his cum that leaked down your thighs onto the sheets beneath you. They would have to be cleaned up before you went to sleep, but at the moment you were too tired to even move. The 501st had fucked you silly, leaving you unable to do anything at the moment but soak in how happy and sated you felt.

Rex must feel the same because he gave an approving little growl before wrapping himself tighter around you, burying his head into your neck and taking in deep soothing breaths. Nothing had to be said between the pair of you, both of you were happy in the relative peace and quiet of the barracks. Sure you could hear the troopers moving around you, but you refused to open your eyes and acknowledge the wider world at the moment. All you wanted to do was stroke your fingers over Rex’s cropped blonde hair and trace patterns over his back and shoulder blades.

Rex had other ideas though.

“Come on, cyare” Rex mumbled into your neck, hands tightening around you like he was going to pick you up. You let out a noise of exhaustion and annoyance, not wanting to move from your comfy spot in the Captain’s arms.

“Bath is all ready and waiting for you, sir” Tup nodded, standing next to the bunk.

A bath? Well that didn’t sound too bad, as long as Rex got to join you in it. Peeking at the trooper in front of you, he sent you a playful grin before helping steady you as Rex got you both up.

“Thanks, Tup. Come on cyare, let’s go get you cleaned up” Rex murmured, voice deep and smooth. He chuckled slightly as you leaned into him, content to just close your eyes and rest against his strong body.

“Stay with me?” you asked quietly.

“Course I will, cyare. Wrap your arms around my neck, that’s a good girl. Gonna pick you up now” Rex told you, slipping his hands across your back and one going underneath your knees. He lifted you up, keeping you close to his chest as he carried you across the barracks into the refresher.

The scent of lavender and something woody had you relaxing even further into Rex’s arms. The boys had obviously been busy while Rex took you apart. Next to the bath was plates of fruits, nuts and snacks that you could eat. There was a couple bottles of water and on the rack opposite, towels were already getting warmed up for you.

Sighing, you couldn’t help but want to sink into the hot water and just let go of everything.

“I know sweetheart, we’re going to get you in there in a sec. Hold on” Rex soothed, pressing kisses along your hairline. He stopped before the bath, putting you down on your own unsteady feet.

Warm hands settled on your waist to keep you upright, and you turned to see the playful smile of Fives as he held you to him. He muttered a sweet greeting before he waited as the Captain got into the bath, sitting himself down and getting comfortable. Rex nodded at Fives and held out a hand for you.

“There you go, Princess. Hold onto Rex” Fives mumbled, helping you to step into the bath and sink into the warm water. Once you were settled in between Rex’s legs and had let out a sigh of relief at the warm water soothing your aching muscles, Fives gave your head a quick kiss before leaving you both alone.

Rex hummed a soft tune as he grabbed a wash cloth and lathered it up in your favourite soap, dragging it across your neck and down your shoulders, until he reached your hand. He took it in his own, before gently washing every part of your hand in loving strokes.

The same was done for your chest as you leaned back into him, sighing as he lathered you up in soap suds. His touches were so gentle, so reverent as he washed you, making sure you were comfortable against him. The soothing tone he was humming also helped, and you could feel your eyes slipping closed at the warm water, his gentle touches as he cleaned you and the soft vibrations and sound of Rex’s humming.

You must have dozed off briefly before Rex was shaking you awake, an adoring smile on his face as he cupped your face to look at him. “Wake up, sleepy head. You’re all clean, but you should probably eat and drink something before we get out. I personally don’t really want to move just yet, I’m happy where I am” Rex said, voice lowering conspiratorially at the end.

Giggling, you shook your head, leaning in to rest your head against his. “I don’t want to move either. You’re nice and warm and soft” you admitted, happy to just be in Rex’s arms.

Rex nodded in agreement, but sat up slightly so he could grab at the pieces of food that was on the side of the bath. As you went to take it out of his hand, he shook his head, a mischievous look on his face. “Open up, cyare” he instructed, pressing the food to your lips.

Letting out a soft huff of pleasure at getting hand fed by your beautiful, wonderful Captain, you did as you were told. Rex enjoyed taking care of you, adoring the aftercare part more than any of his brothers apart from maybe Kix. He voiced his approval at the way you rested back into his chest, content to let him hand feed you and encouraged you to drink the bottles of water.

When the water ran cool, he helped you up and out of the bath, hurrying to wrap you in the warm towels that was on the rack. He dried you off, making sure you were comfortable before roughly rubbing his towel over himself in military precision. Sometimes you forgot that your troopers had been trained for the harshness of life. They didn’t often get to enjoy something as simple as a long bath and a warm towel.

“Here, put these on cyare. Hardcase left them out for you” Rex murmured, helping you into a set of blacks that had also been warming.

It felt lovely being encompassed by the wonderful heat and smells of the Torrent boys. All of them took such good care of you. Even after one on one with a trooper, they always made sure to look after you and give you aftercare. It was an important part of your relationship with them.

“Whose bunk are you sleeping in tonight?” Rex asked, taking your hand and leading you back to the barrack room. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you wondered who it would be tonight. You had promised you would braid Tup’s hair for him before sleep.

However, a small cough interrupted you both and your attention snapped to Hardcase who was blocking your way out of the refresher.

“No need to worry about that, sweetheart. Come and see” he encouraged, taking your other hand and guiding you all out into the sleeping quarters.

Although, it couldn’t be called sleeping quarters, as all of the bunks had been pushed to the side of the room. Their mattresses and bedding was all stripped off and piled into the middle of the room in a lovely looking pile. Already Jesse and Dogma was lying down on it, talking quietly between themselves. Kix was helping to braid Tup’s hair for him, grinning softly as he listened to his vod’ika tell him something. Fives was plumping up a number of pillows and arranging blankets in the middle of the mattresses so that you could be comfortable.

They were all going to sleep with you. It would be perfect, all of them just piling around and sleeping next to you and on top of each other. It would be so warm and cosy, just what you needed – and you suspected they did too after this deployment.

“What do you think, love?” Fives called, noticing you stopping at the edge of the beds. The others waited with baited breath for your reaction.

“It’s perfect!”

You couldn’t help the way you dived in after that, getting yourself comfortable as all of your troopers settled down around you, all of them touching you in one way or another. It felt amazing to be surrounded by them, knowing that they were all safe and well and that they loved you just as much as you loved them. Yes, it was perfect. And you didn’t want anything to change.

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Doomsday

summary: You and Din are interrogated by Moff Gideon, who has quickly realized you’re the best weapon he has to use against the Mandalorian.

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x reader

tags: intense physical & emotional torture (incl. choking), injuries (incl. dislocations & blood), trauma, hurt/comfort, angst

word count: 5.197k

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Doomsday had finally arrived, but at least you and Din would be going down together.

Your hands and ankles had since been bound by yellow fibercord, strong enough to resist every effort you tried to make to break free of them. The same had been done to Din, leaving even the galaxy’s most formidable warrior helpless. There was nothing else you two could do than allow the Super Commandos to drag you through the corridors of Moff Gideon’s base.

The thought alone twisted a sickening knot inside your stomach. Somehow, it had come to that again. You played yourselves right into Gideon’s filthy hands.

Of course, you and Din had been the only ones to survive the trap on your side of the blast door. He had acted as your shield, and maybe if he hadn’t needed to block so much of the Commandos’ blaster fire, he would’ve been able to take them down easier. You were quickly finding out that you were more of a liability in Din’s life than a partner, even if your shared vows said otherwise.

The Commandos brought the two of you into what you assumed was the briefing room Gideon had mentioned before. Each pair of troopers had set you and Din on your knees across from each other, forcing you to face one another. You couldn’t bear to look at him, no matter how much the mere sight of him comforted you.

You had only been at Gideon’s mercy once before, but never like this—and that one time was enough to almost take Din away from you forever.

“Cyar’ika.” Din’s modulated voice was soft, but due to the tense silence in the room, it nearly made you jump. Your gaze still darted across the floor. “Cyar’ika, look at me.”

His words weren’t a plea. Instead, they were a comfort, as if he was verbally trying to lay his own cape over your shoulders. It earned him your gaze, and despite how disheartening the sight of him tied-up was, the sweet familiarity of his visor began to ease the unsettled knot within you.

“It’s gonna be okay.”

You swallowed hard, wishing you could borrow his strength for once as you instead dreaded the shadows turning the corner towards the room’s entryway. “Promise?” Your voice was no more than a whisper.

Din nodded. “Promise.”

You fought to ignore the amused huff one of the Commandos let out, but Din couldn’t do the same. He shoved his side against the trooper’s leg, earning him a hit of the trooper’s blaster against his helmet. Din grunted, and you winced to yourself, staring at the floor once again.

Gideon’s bootsteps manifested from the shadows, presenting you with the vision of his full figure. His new armor was still a lot to process, especially with the knowledge that it had been inspired by the Dark Troopers that had nearly taken all of you out on Gideon’s light cruiser. He stopped once he entered and let the door slide closed behind him before he raised his helmet from his head and offered it to one of the troopers at his side.

“And so we all meet again.” Gideon sounded overjoyed at his proclamation, his arms raising at his sides as he chuckled in cruel delight. “If only it was under better circumstances.”

You and Din remained silent. You could feel the heat of his gaze on you, but you still couldn’t quite return his look. You steadied yourself with a deep breath and hoped the sudden wave of nausea would go with it.

“Ah, yes, I see how it is. You’d like to get this done quickly.” Gideon’s sickening smirk remained as his arms fell back to his sides. “For once, our desires align.” He gestured over to Din. “Remove his helmet.”

“No!” You couldn’t bite back your instant protest as it clawed its way through your throat. You set your jaw and stared Gideon down with a lethal gaze. Your chest burned with the flame of hatred as you tugged on the troopers’ grasps.

Gideon’s gaze sparkled at you as he set his focus in your direction. “Is there another option you’d like to present at this time?”

Your gaze slid down to Din, who was somehow as composed as ever. His visor had never strayed from you, as if he was studying every inch of you to make sure you were okay. You let out a defeated exhale. “What do you want from us?”

Gideon raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think I’m desiring something?”

“There’s no other reason why you’d have us here.” You scoffed and shook your head, using the logic Din had often praised you for. “You have everything you’ve ever wanted. A shiny beskar suit, a fully-equipped base on Mandalore itself, the ability to make even the strongest of warriors yield to your demands.” You frowned as you sifted through everything. “There’s nothing we could offer you.”

You looked at Din again. His armored chest suddenly stalled, and yours did the same at the same time. Oh shit.

“Bait.” For Bo-Katan, certainly, but mostly for Grogu—for another shot to take more of his blood.

“You’re asking and answering my own questions for me.” Gideon gave you a smile of approval. “That’s a brilliant mind.” Gideon’s attention shifted to Din as his smile widened. “Must be why you decided to wed.”

Din’s chest began to move again as he calmed himself with steady breaths. Still, he presented no response, remaining silent in a way that clearly brought Gideon heavy frustration.

“What do you think, Din Djarin?” Gideon tilted his head, his smile straightening out into a look that had haunted your nightmares longer than you cared to admit. “Should we keep this easy and slip off that helmet now?”

Din only raised his chin higher at Gideon. Your heart twisted in your chest as you realized the motion gave Gideon and his men easier access to the lip of his helmet.

“I can’t let you do that.” Your voice was low, rough, and bitter, as if it had been squeezed out of your tense throat. You narrowed your eyes at Gideon as his gaze met yours again. “I won’t let you.”

“Is that so?” Gideon hummed and strolled closer to you. “And what do you intend to do about it?”

You circled your jaw. “Whatever it takes.”

Gideon’s gaze sparkled again. He knelt down in front of you and held your chin with his fingers. “Anything?”

You jerked your head back, forcing his grip away from yourself as you snarled at him. “Anything.”

Gideon smiled in satisfaction. “There we go. Compliance.” He kept his voice soft as he tilted his head at you. “All I need to ask you is a simple question, then.”

You kept your anger at the forefront of your mind, knowing that if it faltered, fear would surely give way. “Fire away.”

Gideon nodded. He asked his question like it was the easiest thing in the world to answer. “Why did you come to Mandalore?”

Your expression didn’t falter. “For fun.”

The corner of Gideon’s mouth twitched. “Ah. Yes.” He stood back to his full height and stepped back, nodding at one of the Commandos. Next thing you knew, your cheek was burning from the trooper’s blaster hitting it, and the stinging it left behind promised not only a forming bruise but also a bleeding cut.

“Gideon.” Din spoke for the first time since Gideon had entered, though his voice was more a growl than anything else. It was the angriest you had ever heard him. “Keep your hands off them and focus that energy on me.”

Gideon turned his head towards Din. “Is that a treat?”

Din tilted his helmet, a slow and calculated motion. “It’s a promise.”

Gideon huffed, clearly amused by Din—as if he wasn’t on the receiving end of one of the galaxy’s greatest warrior’s threats. Before he could speak, you filled the space with your own voice. “It’s all right.” You rolled your shoulders, ignoring the way the Commandos tightened their grip on you. “I can take it.”

Gideon lifted his brow, genuinely impressed. “I believe you.” His lips spread in a slow smile. “But the question is,” he turned towards Din, “can he take it?”

“No.” You shook your head at Gideon and hoped your pure desperation wasn’t obvious. You couldn’t handle watching them hurt Din at your expense. “There’s no need for that. There’s no need for any of this.”

Gideon waved a gloved hand towards you. “Would you like to plead your case?” You tightened your jaw, and Gideon offered a dramatic bow, giving you the floor.

“You already know why we’re here. It’s why you sent your forces after the fleet. You need us alive if you intend on using us as bait, and given the fact you somehow know about our marriage, it seems there’s nothing about us you don’t already know.” You tilted your head at Gideon, narrowing your eyes as you assessed him. “So why did you ask me about coming here, and what the hell do you really want to know?”

Gideon hummed. “Ah, you misunderstood. I don’t want to know why you’re on Mandalore now. I want to know why you were here before.”

Your blood ran cold, but you kept your face unchanged. “We weren’t here before.”

Gideon chuckled. “Whose TIE interceptors did you think were following you?”

You swallowed hard and looked at Din. His visor, however, was stuck on Gideon, something that made the knot in your stomach tie tighter. There was more that you weren’t getting.

“That’s not the only thing you misunderstood.” Gideon was smug as he went on, clearly proud of himself for outsmarting you. “You thought I intended on hurting him.” He paused for a moment and shrugged. “In a way, I suppose you were right.” You froze as one of the troopers at Gideon’s side stepped in front of you. “Just not physically.”

The Super Commando tossed his blaster to the floor and swung his fist before you could process the action. You took the hit with a gasp of both surprise and pain, feeling the sting of it on the side of your face they hadn’t already hurt. You were ready for the next one, and you had braced yourself before it hit your other cheek that had already gone sore.

The sound of a struggle was somehow louder than the blood roaring in your ears. “Gideon, if you value your life, you’ll stop.” Din’s warning was so terrifyingly ruthless and genuine that it made a shiver run down your own spine. The breathless way it was spoken due to his constant struggle against the Commandos’ grasp on him only made it more threatening.

Gideon remained unshaken. “Answer my question, then.”

“Don’t.” You bit back a whimper at the soreness of your jaw as you gave Din a determined look. “I can take it.” Din’s visor met your gaze and that time, you were the one who sought to comfort him. “It’s gonna be okay.”

The trooper disappeared behind you. You knew better than to think it meant you were in the clear. A moment later, his arm wrapped around your neck from behind, closing your airway more and more as he slowly pulled you in tighter. You tried your best not to make your struggle obvious, but eventually, you couldn’t help it. You fought to keep your gaze on Din, who had started pulling even harder at the Commandos’ grasp.

“Make them stop.” Din’s words were a pure growl once again. You accidentally let your gasp for air escape you in a way that made Din repeat himself much louder. “Make. Them. Stop.”

Your vision began to go spotty. You blinked an apology at Din if he could understand it before you let your eyes fall closed to focus on staying awake—staying alive.

“All you have to do, Din Djarin, is ans—.”

“Get the hell away from them and take my damn helmet off already!”

That was Din yelling. But, it couldn’t be. Din never yelled. He was never afraid. And he sure sounded afraid just then—but also very, very angry. You needed to breathe. Please, please…

The arm at your neck fell away, and you fell with it. Your body crumpled forward as you coughed and gasped for air, your neck and throat burning. The troopers pulled you back up, forcing your lungs to work even harder, but at least letting you see Din again. He was fighting to maintain his composure, and you noticed that right away, but his steady breaths indicated that he was getting closer to calming down again.

“So.” Gideon was smiling again as he looked at Din. How the hell was he smiling at that, at inflicting such horrible pain upon people? “That’s the choice you’re making.” He shook his head, as if he was disappointed with Din. “Breaking your precious Creed instead of answering a simple question?”

Din remained silent. Just like before, he held his chin up higher, offering his helmet up as if it was the easiest thing in the entire galaxy to do.

Gideon gestured for one of his men to step forward. You shook your head, your chest still heaving as you spoke with all the air you had managed to gather back into your lungs. “No, Din. Please.” Your voice was so hoarse even you could barely recognize it. As the trooper stood in front of Din, your panic rose, and flashes of every moment that led up to Din’s redemption in the Living Waters hit you in a single second. “No, no! Please.”

“Just tell me what I want to know, and I’ll make it stop.” Gideon had the audacity to act honorable as he nodded at you with a wrinkled brow, as if he was pitying you. It took all your self control to resist spitting in his direction.

“It’s okay.” Din’s voice was soft again, just as it had been when he first spoke to you in this horrible, terrifying room. You found his visor and lost yourself in it, for once in your life praying to the stars that you wouldn’t have to see his brown eyes anytime soon. “Just like I promised.” He nodded at you, then he turned his attention to the trooper at his side. “Do it.”

The Commando waited for Gideon’s command, and once he earned a nod from the Moff, the trooper reached forward to grab the lip of Din’s helmet. That’s when Din slammed his helmet forward, hitting the Commando’s hand at an angle perfect enough to make it bend and break at the wrist. The trooper cried out in pain and fell back a few steps, grabbing at his limp hand.

You smiled to yourself. Of course Din had a plan. You were foolish to think he wouldn’t.

But that sense of victory was short-lived. Gideon gestured to Din’s shoulder and the Commando on Din’s right side followed the unspoken order. You had no time to prepare as you watched the trooper grab Din’s arm tightly with both hands and pull it as far back and away from Din’s shoulder as he could.

The sickening crack couldn’t be heard over the sound of Din’s agonized scream. You squeezed your eyes shut so tight it made your temples throb, your stomach so sick that it threatened to expel any contents it had left onto the floor. Your lips trembled, the devastation that flooded your being overwhelming you in waves the more you heard Din’s pained breaths and quiet whimpers.

“There we go.” Gideon was satisfied. Of course he was. He delighted in draining the strength from those who posed a true threat to him. “It should be safe to remove his helmet now.”

You managed to open your eyes once again, but you almost wished you’d kept them closed. Din’s right arm was entirely limp at his side, but the Commandos still held him up anyway, no doubt adding more painful pressure to his dislocated shoulder. The trooper at Din’s left side was the one who made the move for his helmet, foregoing any sense of decency as he tore the beskar from Din’s head.

There was nothing but pure pain written all over Din’s handsome face. It contorted every feature in a way that made you fight the grasps holding you down, even if you were aware of how pointless that fighting was. Your chest heaved in panic for him rather than a need for air, and you didn’t care if Gideon noticed.

Then Din’s brown gaze met yours, and you realized there was actually a part of him that wasn’t in pain. His eyes were full of concern and comfort, both of which he aimed in your direction, his gaze never once straying from yours. He wrinkled his brow in a way that somehow differed from his look of agony. Are you okay?

Your lips continued to tremble, but you pulled them tighter in a vain effort to stop them. You offered a small nod and wrinkled your brow to ask him the very same thing.

Din’s brow relaxed, and with all the true determination and strength of the Mandalorian you wed long ago, he nodded as well.

For that moment, you believed him. You always did, and you always would. No matter how damn painful a dislocated shoulder was, especially with so much pressure on it, Din had certainly experienced worse pain before.

“Now we can get some answers.” Gideon sounded relieved as he turned his attention to you. “Are you ready to talk?”

You looked at him with all the hatred you felt for him in your heart. “Hell no.”

Gideon raised one corner of his mouth. “Your resilience is impressive, I must admit.” His head lowered, but his gaze remained in yours, looking deeper into the true feelings that hid within it. “But for as much as you’ve composed yourself, you’ve given just as much away. Nervous glances are saying what your tongue doesn’t have the courage to.”

Gideon paused, looking over at the Commandos by Din and nodding. One of them kicked Din in the ribs, making him grunt in surprise as an immediate punch to his cheek earned a pained gasp. Your eyes squeezed shut. They had already given enough away.

In all these years of being one of the galaxy’s greatest warriors, Din had never gotten a hit to his face without his beskar barrier—until now.

“That’s it.” Gideon’s victorious voice ran a horrible chill down your spine. “You won’t let him talk if we focus on you. But you…” you chanced looking at him again just to see another conniving smile, “you will comply if we focus on him.”

Your gaze found Din’s. You expected to find disappointment and pain there, but in true Din fashion, he offered nothing but comfort yet again. He gave you another nod, just like before. It’s gonna be okay.

“Fine.” Din’s gaze flashed with panic as you spoke with a resigned voice. You let your eyes fall to the floor in defeat. “I’ll tell you.” You swallowed hard and looked up, unable to face Din as you focused on Gideon. “I’ll tell you what you want to know.”

Gideon smiled in victory. Stars, he was so arrogant that he wouldn’t have been able to see your mask slip even if you let it. “Let’s hear it.”

You looked at Din, painting guilt on your expression in a way that wasn’t completely a lie. Just seeing the pain that continued to remain on Din’s face, as well as the concern he held for you, was enough to make that guilt a little more real. “Beskar.” Din’s brown gaze flashed with understanding, but only for a moment. He quickly began to mask as he dropped his head in feigned disappointment. “We wanted beskar.”

Gideon didn’t buy it right away. “That’s it?” He scoffed. “After years of exile, you returned for… beskar?”

“We needed a large supply. An endless one, really.” You bit your cheek and paused. “I… I wanted my own suit of armor. Our people didn’t have enough for that. So, we took the risk and came here ourselves.”

Gideon’s gaze gave you a less-than-impressed once-over. “Clearly, that plan of yours didn’t work.”

“But our mission was worth it.” You raised your chin, selling your act with the true confidence you felt budding in your chest. “We may not have mined any beskar, but we discovered the planet was breathable, habitable. We were the ones who brought Bo-Katan back, and we were the ones who helped her to unite all Mandalorians—despite your best efforts to keep them apart.”

Gideon’s lip twitched. You didn’t bother hiding your smile of success. It would only sell your lie even more. “In doing so, you still made one critical failure.” Gideon nodded at one of the troopers next to you. “You never got your armor.”

The Commando slammed their knee into your ribs, not even to break them but certainly to bruise them. You gasped at the feeling, and a split second later, Din cried out in pain himself as he fought the troopers’ grasp on him, despite his heavily wounded shoulder. His eyes were screwed shut in an agony you couldn’t begin to imagine, but he fought anyway.

“Don’t forget, Din Djarin.” Gideon’s attention shifted to Din with another one of those sickening smiles. “You can’t hide your pain from us, now. Your face is even more expressive than theirs.” He pointed a lazy hand towards you.

Din reopened his eyes, a brown blaze of fury that would have terrified you if you weren’t so familiar with his softer and kinder nature. He spoke for the first time since having his helmet removed, his voice somehow even more threatening than before even amidst his hoarseness from his screaming. “You think you’ve won something by doing this.”

Gideon shrugged, smiling wider—and confirming Din’s words in the process.

“You think you’re the first Imperial who’s ever seen my face.”

Din huffed, an amused sound that matched the growing smirk on his blood-encrusted lips. Gideon’s expression began to falter. Din raised his chin and lowered his voice in a tone you’d only heard him use one other time before his duel with Paz.

“You’re wrong.” When Gideon’s brow furrowed in disbelief at Din’s words, he nodded. “That’s right. I’ve broken my Creed before.” Din chuckled and raised his brow at Gideon in expectation. “More than once.” He tilted his head. “Does that make you angry?”

Gideon himself stepped forward to deal Din his next blow. You braced yourself for it, closing your eyes as you heard the sound of Gideon’s fist meeting Din’s face. Din, however, only let out a grunt, a sound that immediately transitioned into a laugh as Din gave Gideon a less-than-impressed once-over.

“Really? That’s it?”

Gideon scowled and kicked his boot towards Din’s dislocated shoulder. You closed your eyes before you had to watch Din scream in pain. Hearing it was bad enough. Your lips had started trembling again, especially as Din’s pained whimpers continued with each breath he took.

“I’m satisfied for now.” Gideon rolled his shoulders and nodded at the troopers. “We’ll leave them in here, seal the door.” Gideon’s signature smile returned as he looked pointedly in your direction. “I have a feeling the worst for them is yet to come.”

A chill ran down your spine at his ominous words. With that, the Commandos at your sides all but threw you against the floor. You sprawled out as they filed out of the room behind Gideon, struggling to push yourself up with your bound wrists as you heard the door slide closed. Instantly, you looked at Din, who they had so graciously left on his injured side.

“Oh, Din.” Your voice was a broken whisper as you crawled your way over to him.

Every breath Din took was pained, but there was nothing he could do to help himself. His gaze found you when you got closer, and your shattered heart fell apart within your chest as you saw the tears of pain there he had clearly been fighting to keep away from Gideon.

Your own eyes welled with tears. “I’m sorry.” You couldn’t stop apologizing as you lifted your bound hands to his face and held it the best you could. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. You didn’t do this to me. You got me through it.” All of Din’s words came through gritted teeth as he fought the agony that attacked him. Still, he nodded at you with determination. “Can you help me up?”

You returned his nod, biting your cheek as you held his left arm with your bound hands and pulled. Din barely swallowed back his cry—and part of it still escaped—as the pressure on his shoulder released. You wanted to empty your stomach again at the sight of his limp arm, but before you could process it, Din spoke again.

“Are you okay?” Din looked as if he was trying to raise his bound hands to your face, but his shoulder wouldn’t let him, causing him to close his eyes and growl at the pain. “You’re bleeding. And…” his inhaled, reopening his eyes and revealing his pain—though this kind wasn’t physical, “your neck…” He trailed off, circling his jaw in evident anger.

You didn’t have to see yourself to know there were already bruises forming around your neck from the trooper’s tight grasp. “I’m all right. I promise. Like I said before, I can take it.” You covered his bound hands with your own. I’m not the one we need to be worrying about right now.”

Din’s gaze fell to your hands as he heaved the best breath he could manage. “I need your help again.” His eyes met yours. “It needs to go back in.”

“I…” you choked on the words you intended to say, “I can’t.”

Din’s gaze searched yours with a desperation that left you breathless. “Please.”

You closed your eyes and steadied yourself with a breath. “Isn’t it gonna hurt you?”

Din nodded, refusing to lie to you. “Badly.” His forehead fell against your own in his effort to comfort both of you. “But you’ll be fixing me.” Din’s voice was a soft, intimate whisper as his lips brushed over your own. “It’s okay.”

Your lips began trembling again, so Din steadied them with his own. His mouth slotted over yours, as if you were the only remedy that could truly fix him. It alleviated all of the horrors and worries if even for just those precious few moments, your shaky breaths strengthened by his own before he pulled away and kept his forehead against yours.

Din nodded. “It’s okay.”

You tightened your jaw, returning his nod before you leaned away. “Here.” You managed to tug the leather off one of your hands as you lifted it towards Din’s face. “To help with the pain.”

The corner of Din’s mouth lifted in the best smile he could manage. You helped him bite down on the leather and waited for another nod that would be your cue to work on his arm. Even though you weren’t quite ready yourself, you were going to help him, just as he had asked you to.

“On three.” Your grasp on his arm alone caused Din to growl into the leather, but the material at least worked to muffle the sound. “One… two…” you closed your eyes for a moment and inhaled sharply, “three!”

You corrected Din’s shoulder placement in one swift move. The popping it made as it fell back in place could be felt under your fingers, but once again, all you could hear was Din’s own agony—even through the leather. You lifted your hands and saw Din’s eyes screwed shut as his head hung in pain and exhaustion, each grueling sound still cutting through the leather.

You maneuvered yourself in front of him again and held his face the best you could with your bound hands, running circles over his tightened jaw as he began to relax more and more. There was a single tear that had escaped his eyes no doubt caused by his agony, and you were quick to wipe it away as you held him until he was breathing evenly again.

When Din’s gaze met yours, you took the leather and removed it from his mouth. He was quick to lean forward and kiss your cheek. “Thank you.” His voice was nothing but an exhausted rasp. “I love you.”

Your lips and your voice wobbled as you responded. “I love you, too.” You shook your head, the devastation hitting you in waves as it brought a flood of tears to your gaze. “I’m sorry they’ve done this to you.” Your gaze flickered to his helmet that still laid on its side many feet away. “All of it.”

Din raised his bound hands to your face despite how badly it hurt him, something that was clear by the tight growl he released as he did so. As if you were his tether of safety and comfort to the galaxy, his grip on you made him relax once again. His voice was so quiet you almost missed it. “You say that like it’s your fault.”

You tried to steady yourself with a breath, but you hiccuped on it instead. Din’s forehead pressed against yours; he was just as much your tether to the galaxy as you were his. “If you hadn’t had to defend both of us from them…”

“No.” Din shook his head at that, minding your own as he kept your foreheads together. “You should have never been in that situation to begin with.” Din’s gloved fingers ran over your cheek. “Neither of us should have.”

You heaved another breath. “Your Creed… after everything you did…”

Din shrugged, wincing as he moved his bad shoulder. “We’re still on Mandalore.” He managed a half smile. “I’ll just go back to the Living Waters when we’re free.”

You didn’t dare voice your fears about ever getting out of there. Instead, you lowered your head to the space between his good shoulder and his cowl, tucking yourself underneath his bound hands so that his arms could be around you. His hands still held the back of your head the best they could.

You hated how small your voice was, but with all the hours you’d experienced in such a short amount of time, you couldn’t help it. “Can you tell me it’s gonna be okay again?”

Din’s face rested upon your head as he did just that. “It’s gonna be okay, cyar’ika.”

You closed your eyes. “Promise?”

Din nodded. “Promise.”

And despite all the odds stacked against the two of you, you believed him.

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Forever in the Dark

Part 1

Summary: Five years after the establishment of the Galactic Empire, Darth Vader follows a lead to Naboo, where he is forced to confront his past and is unexpectedly reunited with the one person who still has power over his heart.

WC: 1.5 K.

A/N: This is an unburnt Vader/Anakin AU.

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It had been five years since Order 66 was executed, changing the fate of the galaxy forever. Anakin, now hidden behind the mask of Darth Vader, had spent those years trying to forget you- trying to forget what he had done to you on Mustafar. He had pushed the memories deep into the farthest reaches of his mind, locking them away where they couldn’t touch him. But the pain? The pain, he kept close. He clung to it, allowed it to fester. It was the only part of you he let himself feel, a constant ache he willingly accepted as punishment for what he’d done. Losing you had been the final push that drove him fully to the Dark Side. Even as he buried your memory, the torment of living without you lingered, feeding the darkness within him.

Rumors had begun to surface of a civilian aiding and sheltering the remaining Jedi and Resistance fighters. Whoever this person was, they held knowledge from the days of the Republic- secrets only a few could know. The more Vader heard of this mysterious figure, the more something felt amiss- something familiar.

“Lord Vader?” A Stormtrooper stepped cautiously into the dimly lit room where Vader was meditating.

“You’d better have a good reason for interrupting me. Speak” he ordered, his tone firm and ice-cold.

“We intercepted a message from a rebel cell, my Lord. It reveals the location of the person we’ve been searching for.”

“And where are they now?” Vader’s impatience flared as the trooper’s hesitant delivery grated on him.

“Naboo, my Lord.”

The name struck him like a blow to the chest. Naboo. Your home. The place where your love had blossomed in secret, the place he once dreamed of retiring with you. He grew more suspicious of this mysterious person, and deep down, he hoped that somehow you were still alive. That despite the impossibility, you’d survived and were the person they hunted.

“Prepare my ship. We leave at once.” his voice was sharp, tolerating no delay.

As the ship sped toward Naboo, unrest clouded Vader’s mind. He stood rigid, trying to find calm, but the uncertainty of what awaited him on the planet gnawed at him. It stirred a restless anxiety he hadn’t felt in years- one that made the part of him that was still Anakin begin to stir.

“How long until we arrive?” his impatience cracked through the air.

“Not long, my Lord. We should arrive within the hour” a trooper responded.

Once they arrived, Vader ordered the ship to land in an undetected area.

Naboo’s familiar air wrapped around him like an old wound. Every step he took reminded him of you, stirring memories he had hoped would stay buried forever. Anger flickered deep within him- anger at himself, at the situation, and at the emotions bubbling back to the surface, emotions he had tried so hard to suppress.

“Wait here” he barked.

“But, Lord Vader, we don’t know what-”

“You dare question me?” his voice snapped, cold as a blade.

“No, my Lord. Forgive me” The trooper backed away quickly.

When he finally arrived at the coordinations they had intercepted, he found a small, cozy cabin overlooking the lake he once loved so much. He wanted to turn back, to return to the ship. He wished he could just destroy this place, obliterate the memories that came rushing back. But if there was even a chance that you were inside, a chance to see you again, he couldn’t walk away.

His mind raced, and his heart pounded uncharacteristically fast in his chest. He felt terrified. For the first time in years, he was feeling emotions other than anger and pain. The possibility of seeing you again, of facing whatever was inside that cabin, overwhelmed him.

This was it. This was the moment he would either be disappointed or relieved- the moment that could free him from the torment, that could ease his pain. The thought that you could still be alive, after all this time, consumed him.

His hands trembled as he reached for his helmet, removing it carefully- something he hadn’t done outside his private chambers since becoming Darth Vader. He inhaled deeply before opening the door to the cabin.

He hadn’t been this nervous since the time he confessed his love to you. Stepping inside quietly, his mind spun again, consumed by negative thoughts. What if you hate him? What if you can’t forgive him? And worst of all, what if you fear him? The questions made him angrier. No, he couldn’t let himself be overtaken by these thoughts- not now, not when he’s so close to seeing you again.

Finally, there you were, your back to him, clearly unaware of his presence.

“Y/n?” the name left his lips in a soft, broken whisper- so uncharacteristic of the Dark Lord he’d become.

You knew that voice, but it couldn’t be. The man you had loved died five years ago. You turned around to see the source of the voice, and there he stood. Dressed in all black, his eyes so full of pain, his face so tired, yet unmistakably Anakin. Your Anakin.

Vader’s breath hitched as he saw your face. You were older now, but still every bit as beautiful as he remembered. He stood frozen, his chest tightening as he took you in, every detail, every memory flooding back.

You stared at him, disbelief and shock clear in your eyes. Could this really be him? After all these years? A thousand thoughts raced through your mind, but all you managed to say was “Ani?”

He flinched slightly at the sound of his old name. No one called him that anymore- no one who lived. ‘Ani’, only you called him that and hearing it from your lips again…it was like a punch to the gut. He could feel the walls around his heart cracking.

You stepped closer, scanning him as your eyes filled with tears. Unsure if this was real, you whispered “Is it really you?”

He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. This wasn’t how he imagined your reunion. He thought you’d be angry- furious at him for what he had done, for killing- almost killing you, for everything he’d done in the last five years. Instead, he was met with disbelief and relief.

He finally found his voice, his words barely above s whisper “Yes. It’s me.”

“Wh- how?” confusion was written across your face. Obi-Wan had told you he was dead- that Darth Vader had killed him.

He sighed slightly, the weight of everything he’d done pressing down on him. He wasn’t sure how much you still remembered, but from the look in your eyes, you had no memory of that terrible day on Mustafar, no memory of what had caused you to go there “It’s…a long story” he said, his voice tired and weary.

When you made sure this was real- that he was real, standing in front of you, you rushed forward and threw your arms around him, your body colliding with his in a desperate embrace.

He stiffened, taken aback by the sudden affection and contact. But as it hit him, he slowly returned the embrace, his arms tightening around you, pulling you closer against his chest. It heaved as he closed his eyes, burying his face in your neck, breathing in the scent of you. He had missed you so much. His heart ached as he held you in his arms. It had been too damn long. He never thought he’d see you again, let alone hold you. It all felt so real, so tangible.

“I’ve missed you” you whispered, your voice cracking as you pulled back slightly to look at him. Your hands came up to touch his face, gently examining him. “Is this real or have I finally lost my mind?”

He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch, savoring the warmth of your fingers against his skin.

He reached up and gently placed his hands over yours “It’s real” he whispered, his lips curving into a sad, wistful smile.

You searched his eyes, hoping for answers “Wh- what happened?” you asked softly, a tear slipping down your cheek.

His expression immediately became guarded as soon as you hit him with that question. He didn’t want to think about what had happened, about what he had become, and didn’t want to lie to you. He swallowed hard before exhaling a long breath. “It’s…complicated” he said, avoiding your gaze as he turned his head slightly.

You could feel that something was bothering him “What’s wrong?” you asked softly, guiding his face back toward you, locking eyes with him.He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. What’s wrong? He didn’t know where to begin. Lightly, he wrapped his hands around your wrists and pulled them down from his face. Struggling to find the words, to explain to you, he finally said “Everything. Everything went wrong…”

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SW REQUESTS:

"Would love to see a Wolffe x reader fic where the AFAB reader is injured in battle, Comms him and then their Comms get jammed and he's just freaking the hell out. Love some angst of him carrying her back to a ship and losing his mind over it"

Some minor alterations but I'm SO HAPPY with how this one came out! I love wolffe and there aren't that many fics about him. Do recommend your favourites! Xx, sky.

"RADIO SILENT" –WOLFFE/F READER

WARNINGS: BATTLE, WOUNDS&BLOOD, ANGST AND FLUFF. 📩💔💖

Halsakaa is a nightmare. The Republic hasn't been able to redirect more forces to the Outer Rim planet to help you; and your troops are struggling to keep the droids battalions at bay. It honestly feels as though the Republic –and the Jedi– have abandoned you to your wrath; no-one coming to this remote location in the galaxy to save you. The destine of your own life, and the lifes of your soldiers, are solely in your hands. And you'd give everything for them, even sacrifice yourself if you have to. After so many experiences together, for almost three years straight now, they have becomed such an important part of you it feels as if you have ingrained every single one of them in your soul. You know you should'nt be so attached to them; Master Ploo quietly reminds you from time to time –though you know he's not exactly indifferent either–. The wolfpack is his own just as they are yours. Yours. Growing up as Jedi you haven't had this kind of... ownership over anything but your saber. Obviously, you don't see the clones as something you can posses, use; but they do belong to you in some sense, and in that way, it's your responsability to command them, to take care of them. And you... love them. It's a dangerous word for a Jedi. But it's the truth. It is the reason why, right now, your soul aches. Each death is a strike right to your heart. But how can you see them any different, when they are such loyal friends? Such fierce soldiers, who fight and die selflessly for the freedom of other citizens in the galaxy, a freedom that hadn't been given to themselves?

Your dark emerald green lightsaber flies in your hands, deflecting one bolt after the other one. Sweat makes your usually comfortable jedi robes stick to your body; minor scratches and wounds tingling painfully at the friction of the fabric. It doesn't make you move any slower, though; you feel unstopable jumping from a cluster of droids to another, the hum of your saber following you around while you slash through your enemies with persistent focus and skill. General Ploo is doing his own thing on the other side of the battlefield; your clone troops split in half to defend both sides of Halsakaa's capital.

You don't know how much longer you can hold this off. All of you have been trained for this, and you're used to drawing strength from the Force, increasing your usual endurance; but even you are feeling exhausted, muscles straining like painful cords, and the thing about the droids is that they never tire out. You know this has to end eventually. Right now, Master Ploo's orders are to hold on til some other battalion can come to your rescue –the other option abandoning Halsakaa to the separatists, which would cause a disastrous impact on the Republic–; though you don't know when that will be. It may be days, or weeks. A month, maybe two. Even with the system of rest-and-takeover you've got established with the clones you're afraid you're going to lose.

The night falls, and some troopers fall back into the delicate safety of the makeshift camp, a decent distant away from the battlefield; they'll try to shut the eye for some hours before replacing other brothers positions again. You keep fighting, completely exhausted but knowing perfectly well that your presence in the battlefield equals the force of ten clones; pushing through your energy limits and fiercely holding your own.

Hours pass, and the two suns of Halsaaka rises again; your tired eyes getting used to the new light while you keep slashing droids with your saber.

"We're pushing them further away from the South Door" Master Ploo's calm voice picks up through your coms. "I have been informed that the 442th have been dispatched in our way. They will join us in two sunrises".

You can't help but give a relieved sigh. The 104th have worked with the 442th more than once in the past. They are heavy infantry; and you wouldn't say no to some of that now. Any fresh soldier would be a welcomed addition. You can see the strain on your troopers; though none of them would dare say a word out loud.

"Copy that" you answer through your channel with your Master and the 104th's commander and sergeant. "I'll feel as happy as a kid with a popsicle when I see that green stripped armour along our light gray one".

You dodge a shot and use the Force to push a wave of droids to the side; your troopers quickly using the oportunity to blast them down.

Wolffe's deep husky voice pipes up in a tiny, well-humoured comment.

"Still a kid yourself, General" he teases you, voice still firm and contradictionally serious.

Your lips pull up on a tiny smirk.

"We can't all age in a blink of an eye, my dear Commander" you chirp back.

The coms pick up his raspy chuckle before the frequency goes back to silence.

The droids make way for something bigger and you groan under your breath. The first bolts make the earth beneath your feet shake slightly; orders and screams shouted all around you.

"Bad news, boys" you open the general coms this time so everyone gets updated in this very unwelcomed surprise. "We've got some spiders".

You focus yourself on them; flying through the battlefield and jumping on one droid after the other one, sinking your saber into their red sensors or cutting off their laser canions. Then, when you're in the middle of jumping off of one, a surprisingly well aimed bolt crosses the air and hits you; and you fall down with blood quickly soaking your side, staining the fabric of your Jedi clothes.

"Fuck" you mutter out loud, jaw clenching til your teeth hurt while you stand up quickly and deflect another bold with your saber, trying to cope with the pain. You open your private frequency with Sinker and quickly inform of your state.

"Sinker, I've been hit" you grit between your teeth while you kill the droid responsible for your wound and step back between your troopers to cover yourself momentarily.

You pull your clothes up and quickly glance down at the wound. Usually the bolts inmediately cauterizes the wounds; but this hadn't been a normal droid, but a combat-J1, with it's weapon specifically designed to make the most damage to human's skin without it's predecessors side-efects. The apparently less dangerous bolts are quite the opposite; dividing into smalller ones that diverts into different directions when hitting a surface with enough resistance. Right now, there's only one entrance wound on your right side; but you know they may have carved more than one path inside of you, making it a life or death situation depending on how lucky you are.

"How bad is it?" He asks, slowly but effectively advancing through the droid lines towards you, an easy person to locate with the shine of your emerald saber.

You grunt in pain, hand soaked in dark scarlet blood, and take a deep breath in, knowing what you need to do for now.

"Bad" you just answer, carefully lowering your own saber towards the wound "It's a shot from a J1. I'm going to cauterise the wound for now, but I might go into shock in the next hour. Just a heads up."

You chuckle weakly, and then carefully graze your lightsaber against the wound. The skin quickly hardens and clots; the smell of the burn quickly reaching your nose. Your knees buckle while you swallow your scream of pain; legs shaking weakly and tears springing to your eyes while you finish putting a momentarily solution to your wound. At least you won't die from blood loss for now.

"Maker, General" Sinker is suddenly there, taking a strong hold of your opposite hip to stabilize you. "That really doesn't look good. You should go back to camp, Sir".

You find solace in his strength for a minute before rightening yourself again and getting ready to move. You close your eyes and center yourself with the Force. You're hurt, but you're still in the middle of open fire; you need to swallow the pain and dizziness down and hold on.

You give Sinker a firm nod.

"I'm letting this side of the battlefield on your hands, then" you tell him, his own back inmediately straightening too under such responsability. "Just one more night and we'll have reinforcements with us tomorrow".

Sinker nods in understanding, appreciating your words of encouragement. He quickly orders Comet to help you get safely back to camp; while he inmediately takes the role of leader and commands your part of the 104th clone troops. You need to protect the North Door of Halsaaka while Master Ploo and Wolffe take care of the South.

One arm around Comet's shoulders and finding strength in the Force, you quickly start your dangerous way back to safety. Even though Comet's alert with his own blaster and you're still deflecting bolts with your saber, you're vulnerable now. You just hope you're both able to make it.

You open your coms to inform of the new situation.

"I've been hit with a J1" you warn Master Ploo and Wolffe. You don't like how weak your voice sounds. "Wolffe, I..."

There's a small explosion right beside you; and the force of it pushes both you and Comet to the ground. You whimper in pain, but quickly grab him and push the two of you back up, resume walking –more like stumbling forward–. You try the coms again, wanting to tell Wolffe you've left Sinker with command before retiring for the night; you grumble in irritation when you see your com device has detached from your forearm and has been left abandoned behind.

"Do you have your com?" You ask Comet.

His voice is barely audible under the protection of his helmet.

"My audio appears to be broken after that last fall, General."

You sigh, tired. There's nothing you can do about it now. Sinker will communicate with them sooner or later.

"Let's just make it back to safety then" you say, and Comet nods diligently.

You'll just focus on not collapsing to the ground before reaching camp.

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Wolffe's heart stutters inside his chest when he hears your voice in the coms. You're always strong, always fierce; something he had admired from the very first time he had had the chance to work under your command. He had been cold towards you back then; not purposedly harsh against you, but not friendly either. You hadn't cared. When one of his men had pointed out to you it wasn't personal, but just Wolffe's reserved, unpolished personality, you had answered unbothered and completely understanding. He could still hear those words in his head; "I get it. I'm a stranger that holds the lifes of his brothers in her hands. None of you know me yet; trust is earned. I hope I will with time. I'd like us all to be comfortable with each othef. But if not, it doesn't matter. I'm not here to make friends. I'm here to fight. I'm here to protect people; and I'm here to direct my assigned troops as best as I can in order to achieve the best results with the minor number of casualties. If Commander Wolffe opens up to me I'd be honored. If not, I'm sure we could still be good comrades in this war". He still remembers the way you had tilted your chin upwards; staring defiantly at the clones in front of her, completely unaware of him standing not so far away at her back. "Now, I believe there's still some preparations needed for Jaal; and we're taking off in an hour". With that not-so-subtle signal that the conversation had ended, the troopers around you had quickly fell back to place; and Wolffe had silently followed Master Ploo Koo towards you. "Look at you, little warrior" the older Jedi had told you, a pleasant smile wrinkling the corner of his covered eyes. "Already displaying such good lidership traits". You had turned around in surprise; so many life presences around you, and experiencing a rush of your own emotions, you hadn't been aware of both of their presence. Your cheeks had flushed slightly; though that same defiant glint hadn't left your eyes. "Master" you had slightly bowed towards him. "You see me with good eyes" you had smiled softly at him, in a clearly opened affectionate way Wolffe wasn't used to seing in other Jedi. "Just having a chat with the troops". Master Ploo had chuckled quietly and pointed at him with a hand gesture; Wolffe quickly taking a step forwards towards them. "I have just had a quick meeting with the Council. Commander Wolffe will update you on my behalf, as I need to go have a word with the pilots" Master Ploo had glanced back at him pointedly. "If he'd be kind enough...". Wolffe had inmediately nodded, firmly. He had high respect towards that specifical Jedi; and he didn't usually hold others in such high regards. "Of course, sir" he had then turned towards you. "General, if you can follow me to the strategy room...". You had firmly hold his stare for a few seconds; and the quiet inquisitive gaze had felt as if the young Jedi Warrior had scanned his own very soul. Wolffe had had his first tingle of that uncomfortable but curious feeling back then; a feeling that had only increased with the following years. Nowadays, he...

Wolffe cleared his thoughts and focused on battle. Your voice had sound weak and tired, but you were perfectly capable of holding yourself, and this wasn't the first time you had been hurt before. He had actually patched you more than once in the past and... And then you mentioned a J1, and whispered his name, and there was a loud ringing sound through the coms that sounded too close to an explosion for his comfort and... And the sounds died, leaving nothing more than radio silence. And Wolffe, going against everything he had learnt and was trained for, pannicked.

"General?" His frantic, afraid voice was enough for Master Ploo to focus his attention on him, a graze at his Force life enough to make him understand his commander's feelings. "General. Come on. Com in, kid..."

There was only static.

Wolffe's heart pumped faster, adrenaline shooting through his veins. His hands trembled. A knot formed in his throat, slowly chocking his voice. He never broke down. He never broke down, but...

"Cyar'ika" he begged in a whisper. "Please, please answer and tell me you're okay".

He still got no answer back from you, and he felt his soul hurt.

Master Plo's hand suddenly renched him back into reality; a comforting wave of what could only be his Force washing over him. Wolffe turned his face towards him. The Jedi watched him in understanding.

"I can feel your turmoil. It is such it's difficult for me to focus on anything else. You are in no state to stay in the battlefield" he told him, cautiously gentle. "If my padawan has been gravely injured someone has probably helped her return to camp. You must go and make sure she's okay".

Even if Wolffe wanted nothing more than to start of a run and find her, he still hesitated in front of his General. He was a soldier. A commander. He couldn't leave his place just because he had stupidly, oh so fucking stupidly, fallen in love with her...

Master Plo squeezed his shoulders once. He knew him so well.

"Go" he insisted. "That's an order".

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Wolffe quickly wrenched the flimsi excuse of a door of the tent open. He had gone to the makeshift infirmary first; his doctor quickly informing him of the state of his Jedi, and where he could find her resting at the moment. "A dangerous wound, but surprisingly stable" he had told him while he took care of the wound of a fellow brother. "She's a tough one, our General. It was a good idea to use her own lightsaber as a cauterizer. She wouldn't have probably made it all the way back here otherwise". That probability had made Wolffe tremble.

His own eyes quickly scanned the Jedi's state now. She was laying down on a rucksack, unusually clad in just a sport top and his Jedi pant's; outer robes discarded and clean bandages effectively wrapping around her lower torso, with just a small amout of blood transpairing on her side. Her lightsaber had been carefully placed at her side. Her hair was untied and a mess; some sticking to her dirtied face and some falling around freely behind her. Despite her evident exhaustion, Wolffe hand't ever been so happy to see her.

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"Commander?" You asked in a surprised voice, slowly and carefully propelling some of your weight in your elbows in order to see him better. "Shouldn't you be back on the battlefield?"

Your face quickly changes into a deep, worried frown as you scan him up and down quickly.

"Are you hurt too, Wolffe?"

His heart clenches again. He steps inside the tent, slowly falling down on his knees besides you, and closes the door.

"No" he simply answers, observing you quietly.

You're completely lost. He's looking at you in a different way. He... Feels different, in the Force. Usually he feels much more reserved, almost as if he had learnt how to shield his emotions from a Jedi; however this... This felt raw.

"I'm afraid I don't understand" you chuckle and then wince at the way the movement tugs at your wound, a bit nervously now. You pointedly look at him. "You wouldn't be here just because you got worried, right?"

Wolffe's expression doesn't change.

"You went radio silent" he answers, quietly.

You arch an eyebrow.

"Our coms died" you explain, still confused about his attitude.

Wolffe can't help himself. He reaches forward and carefully grasps your chin in his right hand; eyes boring into yours. You gasp in surprise and can't do anything else but stare at his breathetaking mismatched eyes in response; emotions inside of you swirling dangerously with his move.

"You were hurt" he enfasises, almost as if he's trying to tell you something else, something you're not quite understanding. "You were hurt, and you went radio silent".

Oh. Oh. He thought you might be... You might have...

"Oh, Wolffe" his name is an understanding, affectionate sigh on your tempting lips. "I'm okay".

He doesn't want empathy. Doesn't want that almost condescending type of comfort. He needs to make sure you're still here; with him. He needs to exteriorize all this raw, painful emotions he has been keeping hidden for so fucking long, and he wants you so fucking bad it makes his mind and soul burn...

He bends down over you, holding himself against one hand proped against the floor while the other one tugs your neck forward, and then he's kissing you –fiercely, dominantly, real–; he kisses the same way he fights and a surprised but delighted whimper of a moan can't help but escape from your lips, hands quickly clinging onto his shoulders desperately.

You... You hadn't thought you'd end up having this. With you being a Jedi and him being such a perfect, respected clone Commander, you had always brushed your wants aside and...

"Wolffe" you whisper, trembling inevitably when his plush warm mouth moves from your lips to the side of your neck, biting gently. "Wolffe, I...".

He breathes and looks up at your face again; cupping your cheek with his right hand and observing your reaction with his eyes shimmering in needs and desire.

His Force signature blasts. He loves you. He loves you, and you...

"Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum" you whisper, risking it all and giving your heart to him.

Tears blur your sight. They're not sad tears; they're not happy either. They're a mix of emotions that make you feel like a mess and...

Wolffe sighs. You love him. You love him, and the fact that you've told him in Mando'a...

He closes his eyes and gently presses his forehead against yours; finding solace and peace in your embrace, in this Keldabe. His eyes then flutter open, and he holds your face in both of his hands, slowly joining your lips in a kiss much more sweet and unhurried than those from before. You hum, surrendering in complete bliss.

He caresses your smuged cheek with his thumb, taking some of the dirt and exhaustion of the battlefield away.

His voice is a secret whisper as well.

"Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum, cyare".

Your fingers tug at the hair at the back of his neck, and you crash your lips onto his.

You imprint those five mandalorian words in your soul.

THE END.

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This one was a blast to write! Felt the emotions so raw myself tooo bfbfbsfb this two are so cute. I hope I get to write more of Wolffe in the future, I really like the guy.

Did some minor alterations –like him not been the one to actually carry you back to safety– but it kinda wrote itself and I'm happy with how it came out. Hope you liked it as well!

Also, dear friends, if you ever want to request something longer than a one-shot, you're able to do so as well (if the plot goes accordingly or I find it expandable). I'm not writing whole stories, but a short one of maybe 2-5 chapters max would be okay.

Stay tunned for the next one yall. It will be a little angsty one with Echo, and then we'll have a flirty fun one with Crosshair.

Xx,

Sky.

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nahoney22 · 3 months ago

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Liar Liar (Part 8/?)

Part 8 - Aftermath // <<< Part 7

🫧 Pairings: Commander Fox X Female Reader

🫧 word count: 2k

🫧 Chapter Summary: Devastated, you seek comfort in your best friend as you try to make sense of everything from tonight.

🫧 Warnings: angst, lots of crying, comfort, explicit language, embarrassed and emotional reader.

The walk to Pia’s apartment was nothing short of humiliating.

Tears stained your cheeks, mascara smudged beneath your puffy eyes. The heels you had worn with such eagerness were now your sworn enemies, their straps digging into your blistered feet until you finally snapped. With a strangled noise of frustration, you yanked them off and hurled them into the nearest alley, not caring who saw.

“Oh, just fuck off!”

A few passing strangers turned to stare, some amused, some concerned, others just pitying. You didn’t care.

Barefoot and emotionally wrecked, you made your way toward Pia’s apartment in the lower sector, each step a mix of aching feet and the weight of betrayal pressing down on your chest. The only silver lining was that Pia didn’t live far—though you were sure walking barefoot through Coruscant’s streets had already knocked a few years off your lifespan.

When you finally reached her door, you fumbled with the keyfob, your hands shaking as you swiped it against the panel. The lock clicked open, and relief flooded you as you stumbled inside.

The moment you crossed the threshold, your body gave out. You didn’t even make it to the bedroom. Instead, you collapsed onto Pia’s curved sofa, faceplanting into the dark navy cushions with a long, muffled groan of despair.

For a while, you just lay there, motionless. If someone were to walk in now they would think you were dead. Considering a part inside you died it wouldn't be so far from reality.

The fabric beneath you soaked up the remnants of your ruined makeup and tears, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Why me?” you croaked into the cushion, your voice muffled and pitiful.

What were the chances? How did this even happen? The man you had been falling for— Whisky —wasn’t real. He was Fox, your boss. Considerably the more prominent Commanders in the squad. The same man who had been nothing but cold and unapproachable toward you at work, the same man who barely gave you the time of day.

Ugh, it was like something out of a karking holofanfic you used to read. But now it’s your reality.

Eventually, you rolled onto your side, wiping at your blotchy face before grimacing at the black smudges you left on Pia’s cushion. You quickly flipped it over, pretending you hadn’t just defiled her furniture with the evidence of your emotional breakdown.

Sitting up, you exhaled shakily, hands running over your face as you tried to make sense of it all.

You hated yourself for not realising it sooner.

Fox had always been so different with you—so distant —yet Whisky had been warm, charming, even funny in his own way. But the signs were there. No one else knew this so-called ‘Whisky.’ You had never even questioned it, never pressed for more details, never even thought to ask what Fox looked like beneath his helmet to realize it had been him all along.

A bitter laugh slipped from your lips. Not amused. Not ironic. Just… hollow.

Somewhere out there, Fox was probably scrambling for an excuse. You wondered if he had even tried to defend himself to Pia—or if he had just stood there like a coward, letting her chew him out.

The thought made your stomach twist uncomfortably.

And Thire.

Your breath hitched as the realisation hit you again that Thire had been there. You hadn’t stuck around long enough to see his reaction, but the possibility that he andother troopers knew about this, that they had been possibly in on it, makes your skin crawl.

You cast a glance at the chrono on the wall. You hadn’t noticed how much time had passed since everything had fallen apart. The night cycle had already settled in. Shivering, you wrapped your arms around yourself, looking down at the dress you had once been so excited to wear.

“Typical,” you muttered.

You needed to change. You needed out of this dress. This damn colour.

Without hesitation, you raided Pia’s closet (you knew she wouldn’t mind), grabbing the first oversized sweater you could find. It was bright orange and garish but you couldn’t cope to see anything Red. You matched it with some a pair of comfy lounge pants after peeling your dress off. You folded it neatly though a part of you wanted to burn it along with the memory of this entire night.

But it was expensive so maybe another time.

Settling back onto the couch, you switched on the holoscreen, mindlessly scrolling through options before picking something random. The movie played, colours flickering across the walls, but you barely registered what was happening. Your mind was of course elsewhere, circling the same thoughts, the same questions.

Was Fox looking for you right now? Had Pia ripped him apart? Did he even feel bad about what he had done?

The faint beeping of the apartment door jolted you from your thoughts.

You straightened, quickly pausing the movie as the door hissed open.

Pia stepped inside, her movements sharp, her expression thunderous. If you had been a mess of emotions earlier, she was barely containing the steam blowing out her ears.

You swallowed, watching as she stormed toward the kitchen, already grabbing two cups and fixing a drink. Hopefully something strong.

You hesitated before finding your voice. “What did he say?”

Noticinghow her shoulders tensed from behind, you almost shudder as you see her small hesitation. But then she turned to you, jaw tight, eyes filled with unfiltered anger. “He didn’t say a single thing.”

Your stomach dropped. “W-what?”

She scoffed, setting down your drink with a sharp clink . “Yeah. I let him have it, and the bastard just stood there like a statue.” She took a long sip of her own drink before shaking her head in disbelief. “Didn’t even try to explain himself.”

Your grip tightened around the cup once you picked it up, anger bubbling up beneath the hurt. “Not even an apology?”

She shook her head. “Nope. Just looked guilty as sin that he got caught.”

At least he had some sense of shame other than being a deceitful little-

“Thire had no clue either.” Pia leaned plopped down on the couch beside you, eyeing you carefully.

That made you sit up straighter. “He didn’t?”

“No.” Pia exhaled, rubbing a hand over her face. “He was just as dumbfounded as I was. Told me to ‘calm down,’ so I told him where to stick it too.”

Despite everything, a short laugh escaped you at the mental image. “And did he promise to… you know… not say anything.”

She nodded. “Yeah. He promised.”

That was something , at least. No one else at work knew. That you were aware of, anyway.

A heavy silence settled between you. Pia quietly turned the movie back on, giving you time to collect yourself. The soft glow of the holoscreen resumes its flickers against the walls but neither of you really paid attention to it. You just sat there, processing, breathing, letting the worst of the emotions settle.

When the credits rolled, you finally spoke again. “Pia?”

She turned her head toward you.

“Does Fox… go to 79’s often?”

She was quiet for a moment, thinking. “Not as much as the other boys.”

Your throat tightened as you swallowed back the lump forming, eyes starting that familiar sting “And did he…?”

Pia didn’t need you to finish. She knew exactly what you were asking even if you would not, could not, directly say it. She heard the pain in your voice, the embarrassment in plain sight in a gaze you could not share.

“No, love,” she said softly. “He was always reserved. Didn’t speak to anyone else.”

You exhaled, a strange mix of emotions flooding you. Relief. Confusion. Hurt. Supposedly, it’s always nice to hear that the guy who completely screwed with your emotions wasn’t a total gashead.

“This is so stupid,” you muttered as you slink further back into the couch, playing with the cuffs of this awful sweater.

“He’s so stupid,” Pia corrected with an eye roll. She scooted closer, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “He let a good girl go.”

You smiled, but it was weak. “I can’t believe I was falling for a lie .” Your voice wavered, “Like, was he ever going to tell me?”

Pia sighed and shrugs “I don’t know. But isn’t it better that you found out now rather than later?”

It was now your turn to shrug. “I wish he’d just told me from the get-go. Saved me the humiliation.” You sniffle, nose and eyes still a little bunged up with emotions.

“True, true.” Pia hummed in agreement. She then ponders for a moment before saying, “I take it his persona of ‘Whisky’ was different to how he is really.”

“Super different.” You exasperate. “When I first spoke to him at 79’s he was mysterious and a bit quiet which is kinda like Fox I guess but the more I got to know him, the messages, the meadow he took me too… It was like a different person.”

Pia nods in understanding. “But it wasn’t.”

“Sadly not.”

You stared down at the sweater you were fidgeting with, voice barely above a whisper. “The worst part is… I trusted him. I told him everything about me. And he told me nothing .”

Pia pulled you into a hug just as the next sob strikes you in the heart.

“And I really liked him.”

It took a while for you to calm down again after that. Every time you thought you were finally done crying, another wave would creep up on you, spilling over in fresh tears. Pia being Pia, did everything she could to help.

She played with your hair, gently combing her fingers through the strands in a way that was oddly soothing. She grabbed you snacks, refilled your drink without you even asking, and—perhaps her best idea yet—put on a compilation of clankers getting destroyed in the most ridiculous ways.

A battle droid getting thrown around by a Wookiee. Another one getting its head stuck in a ship door before being dragged off into hyperspace. One standing idly as an AT-TE foot came crashing down on it with a squeaky, pathetic "Uh-oh."

Eventually, it worked. The tension in your chest eased, and the last of your tears dried on your cheeks. The exhaustion settled in, pulling at your limbs, making your eyelids heavy.

By the time you were halfway through the two-hour compilation, you turned to Pia, only just now registering the lovely dress she was wearing.

“Wait…” You sat up slightly, frowning. “Weren’t you supposed to be on a date tonight?”

Pia blinked, then looked down at herself, as if only now remembering her outfit. A grin tugged at her lips before she glanced back at you. “Yeah, but I had more important matters to attend to.” She reached over and patted your head playfully.

You squirmed, laughing as you swatted her hand away. “You sap.”

But then another realisation hit. Your brows shot up as your tired brain finally connected the dots. “Wait—what the stars? Was your date with Thire?!”

Pia had the audacity to cackle at your wide-eyed expression, nodding as she popped another sweet into her mouth.

Your jaw dropped. “ Pia! ”

“What?” she said through a smirk.

“What are you doing here with me then?”

She shrugged, leaning back against the couch as she grabbed another handful of sweets. “He was late anyway.”

You gaped at her, gobsmacked. Grabbing a piece from your own bowl, you tossed it at her. “ I thought you didn’t like him! ”

“ Never said that,” Pia mused, expertly catching the sweet you threw at her and popping it into her mouth. “I just don’t like him dancing on tables and making me fill out accident forms.”

You snorted. “Did he do it again?”

“Oh, yeah.” Pia grinned at the memory. “He was wasted .But… he was being cute. Asked me on a date. I said yes. And now here I am with you.”

You frowned, your guilt creeping in again. “Kriff, Pia, I’m sorry you missed your date because of me.”

She waved a dismissive hand. “It’s alright.” She glanced at you, her expression softening. “And like I said, I had more pressing matters.”

Your heart swelled a little at that.

Pia had always been a good friend. But tonight? Tonight, she was the best friend.

“Wait, is that my sweater?”

“Well it’s definitely not mine. It’s ugly.”

“Hm. Suits you then.”

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inkformyblood · 5 months ago

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in all the wrong order (CWFKB25)

Kiss of life @codywanfirstkissbingo 'Civilian' Medic Obi-Wan x Trooper Cody, Canon Divergence. Same AU as this fic from last year!

Cody blinks up at the man straddling his torso, his breath ragged but there and that was an improvement over five minutes ago. “Just throw me straight back into the river. Please.”

The medic, because he couldn’t be anything else with the speed he had thrown himself after Cody, down the embankment, just laughs, folding forward to press his forehead to Cody’s chest. There’s a moment of respite, something Cody desperately needs and is rarely offered even when he’s recovering from lightly dying, and he grabs at it with both hands.

There’s a faint tremor in the mud beneath him, the deliberate footsteps of some mechanical behemoth echoing through the network of tunnels that carve through this planet like a network of veins. On one side, the river thunders past, a faint spray spattering onto Cody’s bare skin, exposed through the tears in his blacks, the spaces where his plastoid armour had buckled beneath the strain. The water’s dark, mud and silt streaked through it from higher ground, higher battlefields, and Cody tips his head to one side to spit out the overwhelming brackish taste in his mouth. It wouldn’t be suitable for drinking for weeks, something they’d need to keep in mind if the campaign dragged out any longer.

“Dying men don’t usually have such a good sense of humour,” the medic says as he straightens, making no move to shift from his perch across Cody’s hips. He’s dressed strangely, no armour like the clones had come to expect from civilians and their Jedi leadership, but his tunic is dark and reinforced, belted at the slight divot of his waist. There’s a patch sewn onto his left shoulder, a symbol Cody doesn’t know but recognises all the same.

Cody shrugs as best as he can. His fresh collection of injuries is beginning to claw against his nerves once more, a shrieking line down one thigh, a complimentary chorus high in the knotted muscle of his shoulder. “Maybe I’m the exception. You should throw me back in the river, just to be safe.”

The medic pouts, honest to the stars, pouts, his eyes impossibly blue as the expression wavers into a grin that’s slightly too wide, too many teeth on display. “Am I so terrible that you keep trying to get away from me?”

“Not you.” Cody tries to grab at one of the pouches on his belt and runs into the immediate problem of the man’s thigh. The other man is warm, surprisingly so given that the clones run several degrees hotter than the galaxy at large, and Cody doesn’t draw his hand back immediately.

There’s some minor blood loss happening, he’ll blame that.

The medic laughs once more, softer this time, and he shifts his weight sideways completely, settling himself to kneel next to Cody. The mud squelches beneath his calves, his mouth drawn into a tight line as he fights back a shudder. It’s a strangely familiar gesture and it takes Cody a moment to place where he’s seen it before, his thoughts unspooling back to Kamino. There would be machinery in place for the same tasks they were set — refilling the growth media for the tubies, emptying the waste tanks that lurk in the lower levels, an endless moving of crates from one storage room to another — but it had been their tasks to complete, an extension of the contract that had brought them into existence. They would wear the same expression the medic does, a stubborn insistence on their place in the universe being there and now.

“So,” the medic prompts, cupping his fingers just beneath Cody’s chin and turning his face towards him. “If it’s not me, then what is the hurry?” He repeats the gesture on the opposite side of Cody’s chin, turning his face away, and Cody allows the motion, an aching helplessness coring into the hollows of his bones.

“I have some questions for you first.” Cody reaches for the pouch on his belt once more, unimpeded this time by strange medics fishing clones out of the river. The fabric is still damp, the supposed waterproof coating doing worse than nothing as it holds the water stationary and freezing until Cody disturbs it, soaking his hand and into his blacks beneath. His spare com lights up as he draws it free, a distinct chirp emitting as it begins to connect to the network boosters in his armour. Those, at least, should be more waterproof than the rest of him. Karking intel and the gaps big enough to pilot a ship through.

The medic looks delighted.

The universe must have a strange fascination with Cody to have him so thoroughly dissected down to the impulses humming through his veins and then to throw this man at him.

Cody’s helmet is a distant memory as he pushes himself upright, mud cloying and thick at his back, the medic leaning forward to support him. There’s the lingering scent of iron as he does so, heavy enough to coat Cody’s tongue and he swallows back a tang of bile. On his mouth, his lips, there’s a faint taste of something else beneath the sour brackish water. He didn’t think this planet had anything that could be classed as floral vegetation, just the standard creeping vines that hide droids and cliffs alike. Cody focuses on the man next to him instead of how exposed he feels, a wound freshly tore open with his face bare.

“What’s your name?” Cody asks, hooking the com over his ear. It’s still connecting, a low whirr poking against the side of his skull, but he can ignore it for the moment, letting the sound wash over him like the distant rush of the river and the ping of blaster fire high above him.

“Call me Ben. Ben Kenobi.” Ben smiles, lopsided once more, his eyes focused on Cody’s face.

That’s not entirely a lie, enough of the truth for it to feel solid beneath the thin veneer of paint and flimsiwork. When they’d first left Kamino and been exposed to the universe at large, emotions had been tricky to read on natborns. Harder still from humanoids who shared the same basic framework they all did, noses thinner or broader, brows thicker or thinner or non-existent, because they didn’t look right, they didn’t match how a brother would look. There’d been training packages upon training packages about their weaponry, simulations for every kind of battlefield and ambush scenario, but nothing about what it meant if a natborn bares their teeth and keeps their eyes wide, the disgust that could be transmitted with barely more than a twitch of muscles in the cheek.

So, Cody learnt.

It wasn’t easy, but Cody is exactly who had been made to be and everything he had torn from the fabric of the universe to be his, so he rose above it, gasping and choking but surviving.

Ben lies with a smile, nearly as easily as the other man breathes, and even the knowing is more of a feeling than anything Cody can project onto the wall of the ship and circle in red paint. ‘Kenobi’ is a ridiculous enough name that it would be easy to find on the holonet or any semi-functioning database that the Senate could construct so that would be the best choice to lie about, except this man, this ridiculous civilian medic who is the middle of an active warzone and throws himself after a random clone who made one misjudgement on the steepness of a mountain, isn’t lying about it.

“Good to meet you, Ben,” Cody says. He holds out his hand, biting back a laugh at the situation he has fallen into. There would be a new section of the training module because of him, he’s sure of it. “I’m Cody.”

Ben’s hand is warm against Cody’s. A thick band of calluses spans the base of his fingers and a ridge indents the line of his thumb, the placement familiar enough to the medics Cody is used to.

“What are you doing here, Ben?” Cody maintains his grip on Ben’s hand, shifting slightly to press his fingertips against the delicate network of veins at his wrist. His pulse is strong, steady,

and Cody hopes a foolish desire that it stays like that. It isn’t often that he meets beautiful strangers who aren’t trying to kill him, his brothers, or the Jedi General he has been assigned to because Alpha-17 has a scar in the shape of Cody’s teeth on his forearm.

Ben brushes his free hand over his thigh, smearing a line of dark mud over the paler fabric. “I’m a medic and I can be helpful here. Otherwise, I go where the universe calls me.” His grin sharpens, some old hurt passing just beneath the surface before it’s submerged once more.

“Admirable,” Cody murmurs. His comm ticks into the second stage of transmitting, the whirr sharpening into a series of clicks as it begins to connect with the secure channels. Not long now before he will need to be on the move again, unknown medics or not. “What did you do after you pulled me out of the river?”

“What do you remember last?” Ben leans forward, his gaze locked onto Cody’s face. It’s a deliberate study like Ben is trying to catalogue the minutiae that would distinguish Cody from his brothers in every way except for relying for the scar that curls around his eye and crosses over his temple.

Cody can’t remember ever being looked at like that.

“There was a hollow beneath the vines, packed full of the things so it read as solid on the scan and from a quick visual assessment.” Cody shrugs, the motion pulling at the jagged line of his ribs, the torn-open crevasses of his armour. “It made my descent faster than intended and I landed in the river.”

All of the currently active clones could swim. It had been a near necessity given the crumbling ruins of Kamino’s towers, the lower levels with only rusting hatches between the faux sterile quarters allocated to the early batches and the ocean outside.

Ben’s answer is conversational, a gentle remark as if it is nothing more impactful than the weather being discussed. “You landed in the main current with stunning accuracy. A few more moments or if you hadn’t been as strong a swimmer and you would have been lost to the river before I could even try to help you. For your records, you were unconscious and not breathing when I pulled you out so I performed manual breathing to get the water out of your lungs.”

“Manual breathing?”

Ben’s smile softens slightly, his gaze wandering away from Cody to the river as his cheek indents making the expression lopsided. “It’s also called the kiss of life.”

Cody blinks. There is definitely not a training module for this situation.

“It does seem like we are doing everything out of order,” Cody murmurs, squeezing Ben’s hand once more before he releases the other man. “You kiss me before you even know my name.”

Ben huffs out a quiet laugh, covering his face with both hands. His grin is just visible through the gap between his hands, some relief from an ancient table given flesh and warmth, and Cody wants a kiss he can remember. Ben speaks from behind his fragile cover, his eyes glinting at Cody behind the bars of his fingers, “I will confess to some curiosity as to why you threw yourself into the river in the first place.”

The decision had been tactically sound at the time but now, with a few mouthfuls of river water coating his stomach and Ben’s attention finally tuned, the explanation felt fragile, easily dismissed. Cody’s shoulders lock into place, his hands still in his lap, his posture sure and perfect once more. It hurts, a dull twist through exhausted muscles, but he had been made for this.

In his ear, his comm hums, connecting to every feed thrown over the planet and the few fragile connections snaking their way back to Coruscant. One channel flickers, demanding his attention, and Cody opens it with a blink, scanning over the furious contents.

“Battlefield tactics,” he answers Ben, beginning to push himself upright. “Small difference of opinion on the quickest way back to the ship following an engagement and I’ve just won.”

“You nearly died,” Ben murmurs, but there’s no heat behind his words, no righteous fury to shake the stars from the sky, just an understanding. He must have siblings of a sort as well.

Mud clings to Cody’s thighs, his back, his hips, his blacks near unsalvageable as it begins a slow conquest through the seams of his armour, the dented hollows from blaster bolts. It’s cold, not unlike the river, and Cody curls his hands into fists, squeezing them tight until it aches.

“From here, it’s a straight ride down the river to your ship,” Ben says, pushing himself to his feet. It’s an infinitely more graceful endeavour than Cody could aspire to, the mud seeming to be repelled from him while it clings to every inch of Cody. “Would you like me to throw you in as requested or are you going to jump?”

Cody chews his cheek, the dull pressure echoing against the whirr of the com. Another message flickering through the channel from Rex, deliberately low quality and it would be a nondescript image to anyone else — a tangle of vines with bright purple leaves protruding from the central mass, slightly blurred due to the movement of the camera — and Cody flicks a message back to him, his eyes twitching minutely to activate the keys.

In addition to the vines that cocoon every inch of this planet, there’s an unusual interference that messes with their automated navigation systems in their helmets. Cody, as a benevolent commander and older vode, did not remind Rex of this fact before he spent the better part of their competition heading in the wrong direction. Any active assaults are, thankfully, on the other side of the planet even if the vibrations can still be felt.

“If you are heading to our base, I could travel with you?” Cody’s voice doesn’t tremble, he’s a good soldier, tries to be a good man in whatever framework the clones have claimed for themselves. Mysterious and a security risk as Ben may be, it’s a battlefield that envelops this planet, and the other man is neither Jedi or Trooper.

Something shutters behind Ben’s eyes, a fierce wanting banked in the same moment of its creation. He’s hungry for something Cody can’t name but denies himself it in the same motion. “I’ll have to decline, my dear. I have some unfortunate history with your General.”

Understandable. Cody had his own unfortunate history with his General. Qui-Gon’s reputation as a maverick was well-earned and only faltered minutely when impacting against Cody’s plans and procedures and enough flimsiwork to drown in.

“I can appreciate that,” Cody remarks dryly. Ben laughs once more, brushing his hand through his hair and frowning at the likely damp sensation of it.

“If you could, would you give him a message?”

“I’m not kissing him,” Cody answers immediately.

Ben recoils, an expression of wonderous horror splashed over his features before he collects himself. His shoulders twitch as he breathes out through his nose, his hands clasped in front of him. “A normal message, I promise, Cody. Could you tell him—“ Ben’s mouth flattens into a line, any expression on his face smoothed over into a perfect, placid nothingness. There’s a few statues scattered around the Jedi Temple on Coruscant and one of them impacts against Cody’s thoughts now, a weather worn curve of stone from a planet that no longer existed but somehow still resonates the same weary hesitation that Ben emits, the need to act when the desire has fled.

“Tell him that Kenobi says hello. Please, Cody?”

“Of course,” Cody replies.

There is little else to be said with their parting and Cody makes his way to the riverbank, pausing on the soft sloping edge. Spray impacts his cheeks, reality beginning to come back into focus once more. He turns back to Ben, a slight figure with the bottom of his tunic stained with mud, his hair dishevelled from the press of his fingers, and Cody presses his fingers to his mouth. He breathes once against them, his very lungs sore but manageable, and extends them to Ben before he jumps into the river. It’s only slightly fancy, tucking himself into a roll before he extends out with the minimal space he has, entering the water with barely a splash to distrust the sound of Ben’s laughter.

Qui-Gon is waiting for him as Cody makes his way into their camp a few hours ahead of Rex, with a spare set of blacks slung over his shoulder.

“The Force works in mysterious ways,” he says in answer to Cody’s raised eyebrow.

Cody shucks his armour quickly, peeling the damp blacks from his frame and drawing on the fresh set. One sleeve is frayed, a thin tear sewn up and beginning to come apart once more, and Cody worries at it as he redresses in his armour. “Got a message for you, General,” he says finally, rocking back into a wide stance, his hands clasped behind his back.

“Oh?”

“Kenobi says hello.”

Cody isn’t Force-sensitive, less than even the baseline they tested all of the clones with, but he senses something crack in Qui-Gon’s demeanour, some old hurt shattered so it can heal properly.

“Did he now?” Qui-Gon murmurs, clasping his hands in front of himself and walking back towards the centre of camp. Cody doesn’t follow him immediately, turning back to stare into the tangle of vines and partially exposed hills he had emerged from. He hopes Ben is looking back at him.

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minefield-of-a-ninja · 1 year ago

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Prompt from @stusbunker: Dean used to think he could never keep up with your exhibitionism. The Demon inside him calls your bluff.

Characters: Knight of Hell/Demon Dean Winchester x You, Sam Winchester

Tags/warnings: 18+ ONLY, dubious consent, exhibitionism, dirty talk, name-calling, threat of object insertion (yes, please, sir), misuse of a piano bench, pool table sex, you are a GD TROOPER for this heroic act

Words: 1,500

Author's notes: Stuie, you always give the best prompts. @brrose-apothecary and I had a lot of fun with this one!

This is the first fill for my 2024 Flashfic Festival.

Exhibition

“Dean Winchester,” you sing-song as you saunter into the backroom of the bar, where Dean’s been plucking at piano keys and downing Maker’s like water for hours.

You narrow and drag your deliberately licentious gaze over Dean’s frame, and he answers with a head tilt and a mirror of your attitude and glare. He greets you by name as he slowly rolls his shoulders back and turns away from the piano keys to face you. You pretend not to notice him setting aside his recent weapon of choice in favor of a glass filled with whiskey.

“What’s a nice boy like you doing in a place-” you pause and give the room a distasteful scan before returning your attention to Dean. “Like this?”

You come to a halt about three feet from Dean, closer than I’d allow if I could come out of the shadows, but we agreed to you going in alone.

“Not so nice,” Dean replies, sipping from his glass as he swings one leg over the bench to straddle it. He watches you over the rim of his glass for a few beats before taking a long pull.

“Mmm, you Winchester boys really try playing the Bad Boy card.”

Dean shrugs as he stands up. You watch his body unfold, and a brief flash of uncertainty sparks in your eyes.

“Guess ya haven’t talked to my baby brother in a while, huh?” Dean downs the remainder of what’s in his glass, as he strolls toward the bar, brushing past you, side-eye and all.

“Tall, dark, and tight-ass? Not lately.”

I roll my eyes at that one, but you’re playing your own cards right now and doing it well. You turn with Dean as he passes you, making sure to keep him in your sight and off your back.

Dean scoffs at your remark as he reaches for the bottle of whiskey left out on the bar to refill his glass. “Yeah, Sammy’s always had a stick up his ass.”

He takes another long sip and feigns nonchalance, resting his elbow on the bartop, searching your eyes as you walk the ominous path to meet him toe-to-toe.

“Not you, though. I always wished we had more time together, for a little-” you sigh and bite your lip. “Remember that night in Chattanooga? I told you the coast was clear, but-” you shake your head, moving closer. “You were too worried someone’d walk in on us.”

You chuckle and roll your eyes like you aren’t baiting a Knight of Hell. Dean silently stares you down, his expression unreadable, until your combat boots kiss his loggers.

“Think you wanted someone to walk in on us,” he grunts before taking another sip.

You shrug and play coy. “Maybe I liked an audience.”

There’s a sound of muffled voices entering the kitchen from the alley, pots and pans being utilized, and water is turned on. My heart rate kicks up a notch, but you remain composed. Dean studies your lack of reaction.

“How ‘bout now?” he asks, throwing back the rest of his drink and setting the empty glass aside. He doesn’t take his eyes off you as he towers over you, clearly using his size and mass to rattle you.

You grin and Dean smirks. He shoves a hand up the back of your hair and squeezes. It has to sting, but you whimper and start to drool, gripping the lapels of his overshirt. He angles your head to his advantage, exposing your throat, and dips in to lick a line from your collarbone to your jaw.

“Didn’t answer my question,” he mutters, taking the hinge of your jaw between his teeth and rolling you to arch your back over the bar.

You stumble and huff a breath. Your eyes are wild and searching until they find mine, and you sigh with relief, letting your eyes fall closed. You relax into Dean’s forceful onslaught.

“Maybe I still like it,” you breathe, opening your eyes again, and showing me renewed conviction.

Dean chuckles again, darker this time with a cruel edge I’ve never heard from him. He kicks your feet apart, making your skirt ride up high, and tucks a knee between your thighs, brushing dangerously against your knee-high boots.

He kisses you then, using the hold on your hair to keep you where he wants you, and tearing at the buttons of your blouse.

“This get you off? Knowin’ the kitchen staff’s back there? That they’re gonna hear when I make you scream?”

You wrench from his hold and push him. He laughs and stumbles backward, watching you stalk after him, dropping your jacket to the floor and removing your shredded top the rest of the way.

“Keep talking.”

“You like an audience and you like me tellin’ you about it? Want me to tell you what a dirty girl you are too?”

Dean bumps the piano bench and sits with his back to the piano, letting you climb astride his hips and push his shirt from his shoulders to the black and white keys. He grabs you by the hair again, and his other hand disappears under your skirt.

“Answer me,” he sneers.

Your body jolts. I did not expect things to go this far—you’ve put yourself at grave risk, but you’re turned on, too. I’m not a voyeur, but I can’t take my eyes off you for even one second and leave you at his mercy.

“Fuck,” you whisper. “Yes. Tell me.”

Dean nods, licking his lips.

“I’d bet-” he pauses and his shoulder rolls with whatever his hand’s doing under your skirt, and you choke on air, mimicking the grip he has in your hair. “That dishwasher back there’d love to walk out here and see you ridin’ my hand like a hot, little slut.”

You gasp and yank his head back, but he resists enough to maintain eye contact with you.

“Could lay ya out on the lid of this baby grand, spread you open, fuck that bottle of whiskey into this tight, slick hole for everybody to see and hear. Give ‘em all a little sip of this pussy.”

You whimper and drop your chin to your chest and your forehead to his.

“Listen to how fuckin’ sloppy you are,” Dean mutters. “So easy. C’mon and come and I’ll bend you over the pool table and give ‘em a real show.”

You roll your head to the side and your mouth falls open on a silent cry, one fist tightening in his hair and the other twisting the neck of his t-shirt.

“There it is,” Dean whispers.

He gives you about three seconds before standing and carrying you to the pool table.

“Not even wearin’ panties. You came here down to fuck, didn’t ya, princess?”

He drops you on the edge of the table then traces the ridge of your collarbone and the straps of your bra before flicking the front open and letting it drop around your wrists. You toss it aside, so you aren’t hindered by it, while Dean unbuckles his belt and pushes you to lie back.

You lift your knees and hold yourself open by the backs of your thighs. Dean rests a hand over your breastbone before trailing his fingers from your sternum to your belly as he guides himself inside you, and you both groan.

“Oh-ho-ho,” Dean huffs a laugh and wraps his fingers around your knees on top of yours. “I knew this pussy’d be good. The old me was too much of a softie to fuck ya rough and quick back in Chattanooga. Someone might’ve walked in!” He laughs, pressing over your belly as he sets a brutal pace. “Worth the fuckin’ wait, though, shit.”

He never shuts the fuck up, talking about what it looks like sinking into you, telling you how pretty you are stretched around his hammering cock, and calling you the best, dirtiest, little bitch he’s ever had.

He’s so caught up in the moment, so amused by the sound of his own voice and satisfaction, that he doesn’t see you reach into the hidden compartments on the outside of each of your boots.

You’re lightning fast with the holy water and cuffs. Before I can even make my way out from the service hallway where I’d been hiding since 10 AM, Dean’s on his knees, smoke rolling from his skin with his hands bound.

“Nice work,” I huff a breath, stopping short to give you enough room to gather your things.

Dean snarls and snaps as you hop down from the table and smooth your skirt over your hips.

“Thanks.” You reach for your bra and quickly slip into it before scooping up your jacket.

“You fucking bitch,” Dean growls, rolling to his back to refasten his pants. “You can’t hold me like this, and I will fucking kill you. Both of you.”

I watch you shrug into your jacket with wide eyes. You’re trembling as you sidle up next to me. “You sure this’s gonna work?” you whisper.

I nod and squeeze your hand in mine. “I’m sure.”

I draw a deep breath and watch my brother smolder like a raging forest fire, dragging you closer to my side than to where he’s writhing at our feet.

“It has to.”

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firemeyr · 11 months ago

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WOO this one ran away from me, not going to lie. Loved writing it though :D Prompts used, courtesy of @stealthetrees: 'Commander Fox becomes super popular among the Jedi younglings cause he takes them on field trips around Coruscant since it’s too dangerous to go elsewhere' and 'in an effort to make Coruscant better, the Guard attempts to root out crime syndicates. This sparks a 3 way turf war that rages in the lower levels. ' ____

His comm was beeping rapidly. Quick busts of three high-toned notes, one after another. Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep. Beep beep be—

Fox groaned into the crook of his arm, his right hand haphazardly slapping his left vambrace, managing to shut up the alarm. And thank the stars for that. He just needed five minutes of peace. Five minutes! He hadn’t even been asleep, just, contemplating the risks and rewards of taking that much needed nap. His allotted despair time however, was up. It wasn’t worth it.

He slid into a proper sitting position, plastiod armor dragging against the metal desk. Propping his face up in his hands, Fox just groaned. It was better than slamming his face into his desk. As alluring as that route was–he might even get mandated rest if he managed to knock himself out–his CMO would kill him if he caught wind that Fox did it on purpose. With one last prayer to the stars to be struck down by a freak malfunction in Coruscant’s weather, he was ready to brave the world once more. Well, he could say he was.

His vambraces clattered against his desk as he dropped his arms, pushing himself to his feet in the same movement. Bent over his desk, he pushed things to the side, halfheartedly trying to tidy it. He could at least stack similar pieces of flimsy and data work together, enough so that he had a clear spot in the middle of his desk. Always had him feeling a bit better, not quite so overwhelmed when he sat down for a long night of signing document after document when he could at least put his caf somewhere.

As he always did, Fox had someplace to be, unable to linger at his desk for long. Once a space was carved out for him to return too, Fox swiped his bucket from the floor and shoved it on his head. Helmet adjusted and back ramrod straight, he did not hesitate as he stepped out into the hallway, office door sliding shut behind him.

Messages hovered unread at the corner of his HUD, red numbers blinking and begging to be read. Flicking his eyes over to them, the messages expanded, allowing him to at least glance over their contents. Several were standard update messages, monotonous and unimportant in nature. One was from Wolffe, still lingering from Centaxday at the bottom of the list. The most recent one was from the Jedi temple, simply an automated reminder of his scheduled event for today.

Oh yes, how could he forget. Fox was the lucky commander chosen to take some probably snot covered jedi younglings on a field trip. Because why wouldn’t he. He just had so much time to spare for these kinds of things that were definitely written into his job description.

Fox closed the messages, his shoulders sinking slightly with a deep exhale. Best to just arrive on time and get this over with. It wasn’t his first rodeo with younglings, nor would it be his last.

The sterile hallway around him opened up, brightening near instantly as he stepped into the main lobby. Several large windows let in what natural light there was on Coruscant, while lamps made up for any dark shadows. Chairs lined the walls, well in view of the half circle desk in the middle of the room. It wasn’t uninviting persay, far from it apparently, but Fox knew it was carefully crafted that way. Their lobby wasn’t one of the most well maintained rooms in the base for no reason.

He nodded to the trooper sitting at the desk, they glancing up at him and nodding in return before ducking back down into their own work. Fox paused at the desk, his hip leaning up against the false-wood. The lobby was clearly still empty and there wasn’t anyone lingering past the glass doors. He had at least a few minutes to kill if the Jedi dropping off the younglings could be trusted.

Reopening the messages, Fox simply scrolled through the updates, only ending up replying to one, and even that hadn’t been urgent. Inbox clear, he stared at Wolffe’s message, most of it cut off in the preview. He had been meaning to reply to it since it was first sent but—life just didn’t stop on Coruscant.

The force was out to prove him correct, as the moment the thought of opening Wolffe’s message entered his head, the lobby’s doors slid open. Closing the messages and standing up straight once more, Fox saluted the Jedi in front of him.

The Mon Calamari Jedi waved his salute away, “Wonderful to see you again, Commander.” “Sir.” He nodded, sight dropping to the two younglings in front of the Jedi.

Twi’lek girl–Ayyn if he remembered correctly–waved at him, rocking back and forth on her heels. She had definitely been excitable the last time he took her on a tour, but listened well enough. The other, a Bothan, was holding tight to the Jedi’s hands, half hidden by their robes as they eyed Fox suspiciously.

Master Dreti, the Jedi’s name finally came to Fox, slipped his hand out of the youngling’s pushing him gently forward. “This is Tav, Commander. He’s a bit nervous about his first field trip.”

Tav clutched his hands tightly in front of himself, body swiveling to look back at Master Dreti. The jedi simply made a shooing motion with his own hands, his face tugged up in an approximate smile.

Fox bit back a sigh and dropped down into a crouch, his elbows resting on his knees and hands brushing up against one another as they hung. Eye to eye with Tav, pardoning the helmet, Fox tried to soften his voice, “It’s good to meet you, Tav. I’m Commander Fox. Just going to be taking you on a little field trip around Coruscant. I swear every other youngling has enjoyed it–right Ayyn?” Ayyn nodded her head viscously, “Yeah! I knowww I told you all about my last one, c’mon!”

Tav looked between Fox and Ayyn. His ears twitched once as he looked back at Fox. “One field trip, kid. If you don’t like it, you never have to go on one with me again, alright?” He shifted his weight, letting one heel fall flat as he offered a hand to Tav. Palm up right and inviting, simply waiting.

Tav hesitated, shifting on his hooves. He glanced at Ayyn and Master Dreti once more. Finally, he reached out and took Fox’s hand. A smile tugged at Fox’s face under his bucket, one he didn’t bother to stamp down. Not like they could see it anyways.

“Good to have you joining us, Tav.” Pushing himself back up with his one planted foot, he stood face to face with Master Dreti again. Tav had tightened his grip on Fox’s fingers as Fox adjusted himself. A moment later and Fox was glancing down at his opposite side, Ayyn having bounded over and practically wrapped herself around his right arm. He felt the smile draining off of his face.

Master Dreti chuckled at the sight, tucking his arms into his overly flowy robes. “I will see you in two hours, younglings. Do behave for the Commander.” He finished his words off with a shallow bow, turning away and exiting the building, everything seemingly having been said.

Fox didn’t feel like it had been. Sure he knew the plan, who these kids were and where to take them, but he always just felt a step behind when it came to handling younglings. Maybe it was the whole force crap.

“Right, off we go then.” He shook Ayyn off of his arm, she doing most of the work as she gladly bounded ahead and out of the building. Tav didn’t seem to be keen on letting him go, walking so close to Fox that he may as well be trying to fuse himself to the armor. Not that Fox was set on forcing the youngling off of him though, it was easier if they could get through this trip without any fussing.

The walk to the bus station, thankfully, wasn’t long. Being quite frankly anywhere in the Senate district, sentients had places after places to visit. There was never a station too far away in this district, simply out of convenience for those poor sentients. Ayyn stayed within Fox’s sight, never wondering too far ahead. She constantly looked back and reeled herself in. Perhaps him snapping at her for wondering too far off ahead last time had stuck with her.

Sentients glanced at Fox, avoided him as he walked past. Even once they had come to pause at the station, despite how many were all waiting on the same shuttlebus, they let him have his own personal bubble. Their chatter quieted down and the stares weren’t exactly hard to feel. Fox kept staring straight ahead.

Ayyn slowly slunk back to his side as they waited. Shuffling step by step closer until she too, was pressed up against his side. Lekku occasionally hitting his side, Fox could feel her glancing around them, at the space they were given.

“Couldn’t we have just taken a speeder?” She whispered, tugging on Fox’s arm.

He did not look down, still staring out at the lanes of traffic, waiting for their vehicle to finally come in sight. “No, your Master said it was good to get accustomed to Coruscant public transit.”

Ayyn groaned, head bonking against Fox’s armor before she shifted away, seemingly unable to stay still for more than a couple seconds.

The shuttlebus hissed to a stop in front of the station, rocking to stop in the air, level with the platform beneath their feet. Sentients flew out of the vehicle as soon as the doors opened, their stream of movement quickly replaced with the many sentients boarding after them. Fox let himself and the younglings fall to the back of the line. He’d rather avoid the accusations of stealing a good seat from a natborn.

Ayyn took the brave step in front of Fox, boarding first. She shivered as she met the constantly cycling air inside of the bus, it surely being colder than the air outside. Only taking a moment to pause and look over the bus, Ayyn slid into the first row of seats, they left empty. Good, they could all sit together. Fox, as much as he might want to avoid conflict right now, wasn’t above kicking someone out of their seat so he could stay with the younglings.

Ayyn pressed up against the window seat, Tav hesitantly sitting next to her once Fox had wriggled his hand out of Tav’s. Sitting down, the aisle to his exposed right side, the bus finally jerked to a start, joining the ever constant flow of traffic.

“Ayyn.” Fox spoke curtly, the girl already turned to look out the window. “Did Master Dreti give the two of you the rundown?”

“Mmhm! ‘Said we’re visiting the Fobosi District today!” “Yeah, Master said I should really like it, being forestry and all, I think?” Tav piped up, catching Fox only slightly off guard. He hadn’t expected that many words out of the seemingly shy kid.

“Correct. The Fobosi District was founded by many sentients collectively missing the nature of their homeworlds. It is now known to hold the most parks out of any of Coruscant's districts, as well as being home to several plant nurseries, plant shops, and traditional medicinal clinics.” “Oh..” Was Tav’s quiet reply, face tilted downward and furred face scrunched together. “What about the temple? We have all those things and more.”

“I’m sure that you do, but this is simply our destination for today. I’m certain you will find something new there.” He tried to sound confident, masking the fact that he honestly had no clue what Tav expected. Fox had never visited those areas of the Jedi Temple, he didn’t know what the jedi took a liking to and what they didn’t.

Fox leaned back in his seat, leaving the kids to their own. Ayyn resumed looking out the window, often tugging on Tav to point out things, their quiet chatter all too easy for Fox to tune out. He kept his sight roaming over the sentients on the bus, both those sitting and those leaving and those entering at every stop. He couldn’t help but be hypervigilant while away from base, younglings at his side or not. The war was only worsening tensions between clones and civilians, not to mention the ruckus that lower level gangs had been stirring up recently.

“Station 684, Fobosi District, now arriving at Station 684.” The voice crackled over the intercom, muffled with static as it was pushed out of old and half-broken speakers.

Ayyn and Tav were close on his heels as Fox stood stiffly at the announcement, being the first one to exit the bus. This sector of Coruscant was immediately and clearly far, far different from the scenery Fox was usually surrounded by. They had sunk quite a few levels, shadows towering and cutting off most of the sun. It didn’t feel dark, the streets and buildings practically bathed in lamp lights mimicking the sun. Green grew from just about every crack and cove in the district, so much so that they might as well have been drowning in it. “Woah..” Tav whispered at his side, hand fumbling against Fox’s before he found a hold.

Ayyn spun in a tight circle next to Fox, head tilted up and eyes sparkling as she took in the sights. Fox let the chuckle slip out of his mouth. They were just two shinies, stepping foot into what was possibly one of Fox’s favorite districts. It was popular among the Guard for a reason.

“C’mon, airheads. More to see than this.” He waved Ayyn along, Tav, predictably, still right at his side.

Leading the two jedi younglings through the streets, Fox settled into his role as not only a guard, but as a tour guide. He pointed out buildings and plaques, spilling the history of this district he had learned. He pointed out streets and their names and tried not to go into too much detail, like how during his 3rd visit to this district, he had met the great, great grandson of whom Valax St. had been named after.

He let them pause at a sunlamp, great vines covered in yellow flowers snaking up the pole, and let Ayyn wave to another child on the street who was, apparently, kind in the force, despite their parent who ushered their child away. He sighed when Tav complained for the third time about hurting hooves, picking up the youngling and letting him sit on one arm, his other still more than free to point out landmarks. He kept Ayyn in sight, she always a few bounding steps ahead, focusing on her rather than the blinking notifications in the corner of his HUD.

Their path through the district led them to a small park, metal walkways covered with dirt and fenced off. Grass sprung brightly from the dirt and trees waved in the wind caused by Coruscant's constantly recycled and refreshed air.

“This park was established thanks to the Lisar family from Naboo roughly half a century ago. Nearly all the plants here are taken directly from Naboo, including several endangered species, where they are allowed to grow uninterrupted here.” Fox repeated, summarizing approximately, the research he had done on the Lisar Park. It was a nice place really, but it was unlikely the younglings were going to remember half the words he spoke, as enraptured as they were.

“Oh! Oh! A pond!” Ayyn tugged at Fox, pulling him forward only slightly before bounding off towards the water glistening under sunlamps. “Yes a–” Ayyn was already at the water’s edge, leaning over to look at the fish swimming through the water. “--Koi pond.” Fox gently lowered Tav to his own hooves once they joined Ayyn’s side. Tav dropped to his knees, staring intensely at the water as he dipped his finger into the pond. Fox stood behind them, half heartedly observing them. Mostly, he stared lazily out at the walking paths that bent around the Koi pond. The park wasn’t exactly busy today, but Fox had yet to be disappointed by his never-too-careful philosophy.

Several sentients wandered by before any caught his attention. The simple presence of a Falleen had him tensing, scanning their body for any mark of the Black Sun. Said mark laid half-exposed as a tattoo on their neck. Fox loosened his stance, standing between the two younglings as he quickly sent out his own update.

This wasn’t Black Sun territory. Not only was it far too high for them, but it had remained in Guard control almost since they had begun purging the planet of her many crime syndicates. His message, bare and quick, was sent out to his fellow guard the same moment the Black Sun member noticed him. They paused, eyes locked with Fox’s helmet, hand twitching towards a hidden gun.

“Get out of here, Falleen.” Fox hissed out, voice cold and commanding.

The gang member glanced between the two younglings and Fox, a laugh slipping from their mouth, “Or what, Clone? I’m not the only one here.”

That was more than enough information for Fox to act on. He lunged at the Falleen, knocking them to the ground. Pinning their throat to the ground gave him the delay he needed to pull his pistol out and stun the man beneath him. Would hurt waking up from that, but Fox couldn’t exactly get himself to care a whole lot for them.

Standing, he took a picture of the knocked out Falleen, if for nothing but identification purposes. Gave them a reason to push even further into Black Sun territory, if he escaped, if nothing else. Turning on his heel, Fox slipped his pistol back into its holster, once more facing the two younglings. They both stood upright now, wide eyed and speechless.

“Field trip’s over. Let's go.” He beckoned the children towards him, setting off on a brisk pace, following the path they had taken into the garden.

Commander Thorn’s holoprojection appeared above his wrist not a moment after he dialed the man, “Saw your message–” “Yeah,” Fox cut him off, looking to his side as he spoke. Good, the kids were keeping up. “Apparently he isn’t the only one. Guessing they’re going to try to encircle our lands. I needed a squad here about five minutes ago. Get on it.”

“Yes sir. Con and his men should be with you in eight minutes,” “Tell them to make it kriffing six.”

“Will do. K'oyacyi.” “K'oyacyi.”

Fox was forced to slow his steps as he hung up on Thorn, Tav grasping for his hand. The little Bothan taking three steps for every one of Fox’s. Ayyn, too, was just barely staying in stride with Fox.

“What was–What was that?” Ayyn’s voice trembled, glancing over her shoulder at where the pond was once visible. “Coruscant, Kid. Keep moving.” His voice had lost any of the warmth he might’ve once had as he spoke to the children, far too worried about keeping his eye out for threats.

He might’ve enjoyed this, might’ve made it a little game of cat and mouse between him and the unsuspecting Black Sun delinquents, were it not for Ayyn and Tav. He needed them to be back at base, at the temple. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if Black Sun even tried to use the jedi younglings against them.

Metal rang out beneath their feet as they stepped out of the quiet garden, the sudden increase in sentients around them painfully obvious to Fox. The pushed through the crowds, Fox no longer caring about going with the flow, like they had on their first time walking these streets together.

Fox retraced their steps faithfully, leading them closer and closer to the bus stop. An arbitrary and uncommunicated meeting spot, sure, but it was familiar for the kids and well out in the open. Easy for his guards to spot him, and easy for him to keep an eye on their surroundings.

A blaster bolt whizzed past his neck, scorching the plastiod armor. It bent unnaturally, running straight into a wall, harmless, besides for some vines. Startled yells filled the air, sentients clearing out of their way. “Sorry–Stars!” Tav squeaked out, “I just–there was–” “Shut it.” Fox took the clear sign and sped up their pace, scooping Tav into his arms before breaking into a sprint, Ayyn only barely able to keep up with the pace, her face twisted with the effort.

Fox counted the seconds in his head as they ran. They were a minute ahead of the meeting time as the bus stop came into view. He skidded to a stop, nearly dropping Tav to the ground as he unholstered his pistols, pointing them towards the ground as he stared at every sentient who had even dared to show their face today. Ayyn was several moments behind Fox, coming to a gradual stop. She doubled over herself, hands on her knees, barely propping herself up as she caught her breath.

A blue blaster bolt skimmed past Fox’s helmet, unflinching as a guard speeder made itself clear in the flow of traffic, redirecting its course to land near the trio. Fox grinned at the sound of a body thunking to the ground.

“Half a minute early, Con!”

“Figured I should try to stay on your good side, Commander.” The trooper yelled out as his partner pulled the speeder to the ledge, Con hopping onto solid ground.

“More effective if I could have someone haul these two back to base.” Fox tilted his head down to the two jedi younglings, already nudging them closer to the guard speeders, where three more had parked alongside Con’s.

“Yes sir.” Con gestured towards two of his men to stay on their speeders, the rest already joining him on solid ground.

Fox guided Ayyn and Tav over to the speeders, pausing before he helped them on. “Hope you two had fun, try not to tell Master Dreti too much about this part of the trip.” Warmth finally bleeding back into his voice as he spoke.

Moments later and they were off, heading back to the Guard’s base. Fox did not spare the time to watch them disappear. He joined Con’s side, pistols comfortably in his hands. The Black Sun was sorely mistaken if they thought that Fox was just going to let the Fobosi District slip away from him. ____

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johnstacoshield · 4 months ago

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Rest is the Best Medicine

NSFW MINORS DNI

Summary: When work gets stressful, your sleep begins to suffer. Luckily, your boyfriend has some methods to put your mind at rest.

Tags/Warnings: smut, soft dom fives, praise kink, vaginal fingering

If you haven’t read Unattached, it’s my pinned post and I strongly encourage you to read it before this, as it’s kind of a follow up 🫶

Word count: 2222

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

‘Rest is the best medicine.’

A line you had uttered to countless troopers when they lay bruised and complaining in the Medbay cots, which ironically weren’t the most comfortable to rest in. You lived by this rule, a good nights sleep made all the difference after all when you worked 18 standard hours with little breaks and fellow medics who seemed… less than competent.

And yet, you found yourself staring at the ceiling, dark circles probably forming under your eyes as you mentally calculated the amount of sleep you would need to survive tomorrow. You turn on your side instead, focusing your dry eyes on the neon numbers that display when you tap the data pad on the small nightstand. Letting out a quiet huff of irritation, you return to your position on your back, tucked under Fives’s arm.

Sure, being in the GAR was stressful, even with Fives’s newfound way of helping you unwind. Whenever he knew your shift in the medbay was bad, he had the surprising ability of making you forget your own name when his head was between your thighs. But the anxiety seemed to snowball this week, rendering you irritable and unable to quiet your thoughts.

“What time is it?” His chest vibrates with a hum against your cheek as he speaks. Your eyes pinch closed in frustration when you realise you’ve woken him up.

“Late, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” Your voice is hoarse from lack of use when you whisper, pulling your head from his bare chest to look up at him in the dark.

“‘S fine,” Fives mumbles, the hand that’s not around you coming up to rub his eyes. “Can’t sleep?”

“I’m trying, it’s not exactly easy.” You close your eyes, but it makes no difference in how active your brain is right now. Every thought seems so loud, echoing against your skull as your mind unwillingly begins to list off the tasks you’ll have to do when your alarm goes off tomorrow, or technically today.

“You want to talk about it?” His thumb traces lazy circles in your arm as he curls you back onto his chest.

What would you even say? A long rant about how overworked you felt, attempting to train a hoard of fresh faced medics, one of them who actually fainted at the sight of some stitches? Or perhaps how when Kix wasn’t there, you were often overlooked and dismissed by other senior medics, given either meaningless jobs, or thrown in the deep end with no help? Either way, these quiet moments were the only sanctuary you got, rest or no rest, you didn’t want your stress to spill over onto this.

“It’s fine.” You sigh, but it comes out harsher than you mean it to, the frustration seeping into your tone.

It’s silent for a few moments, and you berate yourself internally. Just as you open your mouth to apologise, you feel Fives shift beneath you, turning you onto your side away from him, pressing his chest to your back as he curls himself around you. For a moment, you allow your eyes to close again as you focus on his heartbeat, strong and steady against your back. You let yourself soak in the moment, basking in the warmth of him, relishing in the way his arm snakes around your waist, settling a large hand on the small slip of bare skin where your shirt (or technically his shirt) has shifted up from your tossing and turning.

“You know what helps?” Fives’s voice drops to that lower tone, ghosting along the back of your neck. There was no mistaking the suggestion in his tone when you feel his lips against your skin, just below your hairline.

Ever since that first time together, Fives had been overjoyed to find out just how easy it was for him to get you worked up. One sentence uttered when no one was listening, a carefully placed kiss, a stolen touch, or even a simple look was sometimes enough to have you squeezing your thighs together, and he knew it. You already knew the smug smile that would be on his face if you turned around right now, as if he knew you just tightened around nothing, an aching need already forming between your legs.

“You have to be up early,” You respond but there’s no conviction in your voice. Not with the way he’s kissing lazily along your neck, craning his head to press his lips to the place where your shoulder begins.

“I’ve survived on far less sleep than this, sweetheart.” He punctuates his statement with a bite that drags a quiet, but unmistakable, whine from your lips. In this moment, you’re no longer forcing your eyes shut to try and force your restless body to sleep. You’re shutting off senses you deem unnecessary to focus on Fives and every minuscule bit of attention he’s giving you.

“Is that a yes?” Your mouth turns dry, and you manage a nod. All you can focus on is the way his right hand on your stomach is moving lower, yet he hums in disapproval.

“Don’t tell me you forgot how to speak?” He teases, fingers playing with the waistband of your sleep pants. You already know you’re soaking through your underwear beneath them, your body craving not just release, but Fives specifically. You can’t imagine anyone else causing this aching need deep within you, only him. Always him.

“Is that a yes, sweetheart?” Fives repeats, lips brushing your ear as his fingers pause their teasing movements.

“Yes.” You plead, opening your eyes once more as you turn your face to look at him. Frustration rears up in you when he moves his hand off your stomach, fingers gently gripping your jaw as he turns your head back forwards, encouraging you to rest it on the thin pillow.

“Then close your eyes for me,” Fives soothes you, allowing his hand to trace down your chest, your breath hitching when his thumb grazes over one of your nipples.

“Now focus on nothing else, except my touch, okay?” Fives had a remarkable way of being firm with you, and yet so soft at the same time. Like dismantling a ticking bomb, but it was a guidance you needed.

“Okay.” Your heart races at the noise of approval that rumbles in Fives’s chest when you respond. You were never one to care for others opinions all that much, but maker did you love it when you pleased him like this, just because you listened to his directions.

Fives has shifted behind you, propping himself up on an elbow with his left arm, whilst his right hand slips down to your leg that you aren’t laying on, and he encourages it upwards, allowing him to slip a knee between your own. He was parting your legs just enough for his task at hand.

You fight back a shiver as he lazily traces his fingers upwards, along your thigh, and you’re thankful he’s not in a teasing mood when he doesn’t hesitate to slip his hand beneath the waistband of both your sleep pants and panties at the same time. You let out a quiet whimper when two fingers drag slowly between your slick folds, parting the delicate skin to tease your entrance before sliding upwards to lightly circle your clit.

“Kriff-“ You gasp quietly, body tensing against his at the stimulation.

“Shh,” Fives encourages, alternating between shallowly dipping barely the tip of his finger into your cunt, and drawing small circles on your clit. “Just relax, sweetheart.”

With a slow, measured exhale, you let your body unwind, your mind drifting elsewhere as you let him take control. For the first time in what feels like an eternity, that ever present tightness in your chest eases, the stress bleeding out of your body as well as your mind. All of it, every anxiety and irritation replaced by Fives, entirely overwhelming you in the best way.

You can only moan his name, soft pants of it escaping your lips as his fingers map every inch outside of your soaked cunt, your mind barely even able to recall why you were so worked up in the first place.

“Just let me take care of you, Cyar’ika.” Fives mumbles against your neck, his eyes fixed on the way his hand disappears beneath your waistband, the small movements beneath the fabric making his jaw clench as he takes you in.

Once he’s satisfied you’re out of your unrelenting loop of thoughts that kept you awake, his hand moves back down to begin fully pressing a finger into you.

“So tight,” He half groans into your hair. You feel the twitch of his cock against your lower back, causing your fingers to seek out the bicep of his right arm, digging in as you press your hips back against him. He curses as he sinks the finger down to the knuckle “C’mon, be a good girl and relax for me.”

Your whole body feels like it’s humming, set alight by his touch, and barely seconds after you manage to relax yourself, a second finger is sliding inside, maddeningly slow. Your hand tugs on his arm, hips fighting back to not grind down against his hand and fuck yourself on his fingers. But this isn’t the hot and fast touches you’ve had before from him, when he gets back from a battle, filled with a desperate need that borders on animalistic when he seeks you out after so many nights apart. No, this is slow, it’s deliberate, wiping the slate of your mind clean as he coaxes out every bit of unrest within your body and replaces it with something new.

“That’s it, Mesh’la, always so good for me.” He practically purrs at the way your body lets him in. “Letting me fuck you with my fingers.”

Your cunt tightens around him, practically throbbing as a moan slips out of your mouth. Your thighs are soaked now, evidence of the way you crave his touch as the wet sounds reach your ears when he fastens his pace. The heel of his palm purposefully presses to your clit with each movement, and your legs tighten around his own between your thighs, but he’s quick to nudge his knee higher, forcing them further apart to allow him better access to where you need him most.

You’re lost in him, hanging onto every sweet word in your ear as he tells you he’s so proud, that you’re doing so well, and you’re so perfect for him. The moment he curls his fingers inside you, you’re chasing that lightheaded feeling, where every emotion in you heightens and you feel like you could laugh and cry at the same time.

“That’s it, you’re right there aren’t you?” You feel a kiss against your jaw, and his lips return to your ear. Fives knows every inch of your body, especially the signs that you’re rushing towards a well deserved release.

“Now let go for me, you’re okay sweetheart, just let go.”

Your cunt tightens impossibly around his determined fingers at his soft command, body trembling as you see stars exploding behind your eyelids. Not a single one of the views of countless galaxies you had been awarded could ever compare to the experience of Fives causing every part of you to come undone, soul unravelling as you lay bare against him despite being fully clothed.

You’re still clinging to his arm, face buried into the pillow when he’s pressing gentle kisses to your hairline, shifting his body so that he can stroke your hair back with his left hand as you come back down to reality.

“There you are, Cyar’ika.” His hands slips free from the confines of your panties, and you’re too exhausted to fully appreciate the wet noise as he slides his fingers past his lips, or the light groan pulled from him when he tastes you.

You can’t even shake off the tiredness that’s now made a home in every cell of your body when you try to turn and reach for Fives’s still hard cock; intent on returning the favour. His hand is quicker than yours, darting out to gently secure your wrist in his grasp and place it to his chest instead as he dips his head down to give you a kiss, his mouth making gentle, languid movements before he pulls away with a soft exhale, leaving behind the taste of you on your lips.

“Don’t you want to keep going? You haven’t exactly…” You frown in confusion.

“No, sweetheart, that was all for you,” He chuckles, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips in the dark, and your brows furrow in confusion when he reaches for your datapad.

“What are you doing?” You half yawn, struggling to keep your head up off the pillow.

“I’ll tell Kix you aren’t feeling well,” A featherlight kiss is pressed to your temple as he disables your alarm and rests the device back on your nightstand. “And that he needs to do some serious work on the rest of the medbay medics before my trigger finger gets overworked.” He teases, eliciting a small, sleepy smile from you as you’re pulled back onto his chest.

“Now get some rest.”

You’d never slept better.

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vodika-vibes · 21 days ago

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Um may I request a fic where a trooper comforts you after you burnout hard? I've been getting like seven hours of sleep a week because of university.

Burnout

Summary: You know that you love your job, most days it is more fulfilling than soul sucking. But some days you just need some support.

Pairing: Commander Thorn x GN!Reader

Word Count: 902

Warnings: None

A/N: So, I'm not sure if this is what you were looking for, but I haven't been in school in a really long time, plus I've been watching a lot of CSI, so they kind of merged together into this. I hope you like it!

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You love your job.

You do.

You essentially get paid to solve puzzles day in and day out.

And there’s an elegance to your work. People lie day in and day out, but blood doesn’t lie. Fingerprints don’t lie.

Your job is to speak for the dead, to look at the evidence and point the police in the right direction. It’s not easy, but it is fulfilling.

Most days are more fulfilling than soul sucking.

But some days just suck.

And, as your alarm blares at 7 in the morning on your day off, you know as soon as you open your eyes that today is going to be a bad day. You worded a triple shift yesterday, finally crawling home after working a solid 24 hours.

Your entire body aches, your muscles sore and tired in a way that sleep won’t touch. And that’s not half as bad as the fact that your soul is tired and you’re emotionally spent.

Strong arms tighten around you, and you feel warm lips linger against your bare shoulder, “Cyare, can you turn off your alarm?” Thorn’s voice is thick with sleep, but the way his lips trail from your shoulder to press against the pulse point of your throat suggests that he’s more awake than he sounds.

“Sorry.” You murmur, shifting just enough to grab your comm and turn off the alarm.

He releases a noise that you would almost call a purr, had he been a tooka rather than a man, and he smoothly pulls you against him so your back is pressed against his chest. His hands, rough from years of handling blasters, drag against your sides and stomach, almost like he’s petting you.

Thorn just can’t seem to get enough of you.

“Do you have any plans today, cyare?” he asks, his voice low against your ear.

“I—” You trail off, your mind blank. The idea of doing anything makes you want to cry. But life doesn’t stop just because you want it to. “We need food. And I should clean.”

Thorn pauses from where he seems to be trying to lavish every inch of your neck and shoulders with lingering kisses, and he gently tugs you so that you’re laying on your back again and peering up at him.

His dark eyes scan your face for a moment, his brow furrowed in concentration, and then the severe look smooths away into something soft and affectionate. “No.” He says with a small smile.

“I—” Your sentence trails off as his word registers, “No?”

“No.” He repeats, “Today we’re going to do nothing.”

“But, we don’t have any food in the house?”

“That, my love, is what take-out is for.”

“Thorn,” You sigh his name with a shake of your head, before you reach up and thread your fingers through his long curls, “It’s just putting off what needs to be done.”

“You look like you’re about to cry, cyar’ika.” His voice is gentle, so gentle. As if he’s talking to a skittish animal. As if he’s worried that he’s going to scare you away if he speaks any other way.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not.” He leans in and presses feather light kisses all across your face, “You worked a whole 24 hours yesterday. You’re tired, and exhausted.”

“I’ve done it before.” You argue, weakly.

“Before you didn’t have an amazing boyfriend who will make you take a self-care day.” Thorn’s voice is lightly teasing, but it softens into something concerned as he brushes the backs of his fingers against your cheek, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I can’t comment on an on-going investigation—” The words slip off your tongue automatically, almost without your permission, and Thorn sighs softly.

“Alright. I’m only asking because I’m worried about you, cyare.”

“I know.”

Thorn shifts slightly so he’s sitting up in bed next to you, and you take the chance to admire him. He runs hot, so prefers to sleep in the nude. Which means, for you, that you’re able to admire his many tattoos.

“You’re staring, gorgeous.”

“’m admiring.” You correct as you allow your gaze to trace the tattoo that covers his shoulder and across his chest.

He laughs softly and tugs the blanket off of you, causing you to shiver slightly. “Well, now I can admire you in return.” His fingers find a scar on your chest, a souvenir from the time you had been shot while working a scene years earlier. The attack nearly killed you, and had almost pushed you into a different career all together, but you had been encouraged to stick it out by your supervisor at the time.

You’re glad you did. If you had left, you never would have met Thorn.

“I’m thinking, today, we can take a nice long bath together. And then I’ll make you breakfast and we can spend the day just watching holos in the living room.” Thorn says after a long moment. “A rest day, so to speak.”

“I might fall asleep on you.” You warn.

“Whatever you want, cyare. Today’s your day to rest. I’ll take care of everything else.”

Finally, Thorn leans in and kisses you. Slow and gentle, with just a hint of his normal passion. This is how he takes care of you. He never pushes, he never judges, he just does it.

And it’s why you love him so much.

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vizslasaber · 1 year ago

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UNDERSTANDING ──── echo.

summary: in the middle of the night, echo finds you, hurt and exhausted and in need of an apology.

pairing: arc trooper echo x reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: none! just a sprinkling of angst and grief.

a/n: i love echo so much & im so glad he’s okay as of the finale!! this takes place sometime around the early seasons, but after the season 1 episode “cornered.” also, i listened to waves by chloe moriondo while writing this!

You’re not sure what to think of Echo.

Most of the time, he’s quiet. When he does speak, it’s usually to enforce a rule, remind the group of their current plan, or to keep Wrecker in check. You’ve seen his softer side, with Omega and occasionally his brothers, and it’s rare but honestly endearing.

The thing about him that most irks you, however, is that he never wants to seem to interact with you.

Officially, Hunter is the group leader; ever since Clone Force 99 accepted you into their squad, that much has been clear. You’re the only non-clone—or “natborn” as the others refer to you—living on the Marauder. It’s been several months since you saved Omega from bounty hunters on your home planet of Pantora, and now, you’re as much a part of the Bad Batch as anyone else.

Except, you’re not a batcher. Not really.

Despite how much you care for your squadmates, it’s easy to feel separated from them at times. Easy to feel different. Most of the others have picked up on this by now, and often go to great lengths to make you feel like one of them.

Not Echo, though. He seems—wary of you, almost, and you’re not sure why. Once, you brought it up to Tech, who simply waved you off with one of his shrewd, knowledge-filled comments. “You are new here, you know. Some people are simply slower to open up than others.”

You, however, know that’s not the case. You’ve seen Echo with his brothers, and with Omega. He can be kind, and funny, and even angry. But to you… to you, he’s nothing but quiet.

For some time, you tried your hardest to be yourself around him—to crack your usual sarcastic jokes at his expense, to be friendly, like you are with the others. But the constant avoidance and clipped answers leave you increasingly confused and hurt.

So you withdrew from him, too.

It still bothers you, sometimes. But you’ve learned to brush it off.

Now, you sit in the cockpit, feet resting against the control panel. A ration bar—one of the good ones—rests in your hand. Every so often, as you watch the blue glow of hyperspace streak past the viewport, you take a bite of the ration bar.

You’re on first watch. Someone has to stay in the cockpit to oversee the ship’s journey back to Ord Mantell—and, since you still can’t fall asleep in hyperspace, you keep volunteering for the job. The cockpit is mostly dark. All the lights are off, and the viewport is dimmed. Anything brighter reminds you of how sleep-deprived you are, and so you’re content to sit in the blue gloom.

Leaning your head against the headrest of the pilot’s chair, you close your eyes. Your entire body feels heavy with exhaustion, but every time you try to drift off, the rumbling of the ship’s hyperdrive jerks you awake.

The sound of footsteps startles you. You open your eyes, leaning around the back of the chair to inspect what little part of the ship’s corridor you can see. You can hear the sounds of someone moving around by the small common area, but you can’t tell who it is.

Tech’s probably experimenting again, you think wryly, and settle back into your comfortable position.

Soon, though, the footsteps grow closer. Someone enters the cockpit with a tired sigh, placing something on one of the chairs nearer to the door. It sort of sounds like Hunter, but with the similarity between everyone’s voices, you can’t be sure.

The footsteps halt suddenly. You look up to find honey-coloured eyes surveying you with apprehension. In the dim light, awash with blue, you register the glint of a cybernetic headpiece.

“Oh,” you say, blinking up at Echo, “hi.”

Echo only grunts.

You frown, looking down at your hands, at your half-eaten ration bar. “It’s late,” you say quietly. “You, um—you should get some rest.”

When Echo answers, you don’t look up. He says, voice low and gravelly with sleep, “I slept for a couple hours.”

Slowly, you nod, fiddling with the foil wrapper of the ration bar. The cockpit falls silent; you wait for Echo to leave, but he stays still, his shadow falling over your tired frame.

You want to ask why he’s still here. You want to be rude, to ask him to leave so you can have some peace and quiet. But truthfully, he isn’t saying anything, or causing any disturbances, so instead you hold up your unfinished ration bar. “You want a bite?”

Echo blinks. It seems to take him a moment to process your question. Then, to your faint surprise, he nods. “Thank you,” he says as you hand him the ration bar wordlessly.

It’s a peace offering, of sorts.

He sits in the co-pilot’s chair and takes a hesitant bite, chewing slowly. You see his expression brighten—probably at the realization that this is one of the good ration bars, the kind that Hunter always says not to hog—then return to his usual neutral one.

You watch as he swallows. He hands you back the bar, holding out his hand, but you don’t take it.

“Why… why are you here?” you ask quietly.

As soon as the words leave your mouth, Echo drops his arm and breaks eye contact, looking almost embarrassed. Or maybe even ashamed.

Still, you wait for his answer. Several long, painful seconds pass before he says anything. When he speaks, it’s like he’s forcing out the words.

“I wanted to—” he pauses. His flesh hand fiddles with his metal one. “I wanted to apologize.”

You feel your breath hitch. Staring, you try not to gape. “What?” you say, whispering without meaning to. “I don’t—”

“I’ve been horrible to you,” Echo continues, voice steadier. “I didn’t mean to be so… withdrawn. I didn’t realize I was doing it. I… I hope you can forgive me.”

Instead of acknowledging his apology, you bite the inside of your cheek with uncertainty, then cross your arms over your chest. One of the others must have put him up to this. Probably Omega, or perhaps Hunter. Raising an eyebrow, you ask, “Who sent you?”

“No one!” Echo replies hurriedly, then presses his lips into a thin line. “I mean, Hunter told me that you—he said that—” He sighs. “I didn’t realize it on my own. But I came because I wanted to.”

You blink, cursing yourself when you feel your eyes sting. With a start, you realize that this is the most Echo has said to you since you joined the squad.

Taking in a breath, you wring your hands anxiously. “I just… I just don’t understand why.” You shrug. “You’re not the same with me. Not like how you are with the others.”

Echo swallows. “It’s not—”

“I just want to know what I did wrong.”

At that, Echo falls silent. Guilt permeates the air, enough that you can feel it.

“Hey,” Echo says, kinder than you’ve ever heard him. “Look at me.”

You do. His eyes, like lava, or maybe liquid gold, bore into you. It almost hurts to look.

“This,” he continues, gesturing to the space between you, “is not your fault.”

Against your will, a lone tear slips down your cheek. “So whose fault is it?” you whisper, barely loud enough to be heard over the ship’s engine

It’s obvious from the look on Echo’s face that he’s thinking of something—or someone—specific. Despite how much you want to, you don’t push.

You just wait.

“It’s my brother,” Echo finally murmurs, and you raise your eyebrows, quickly cycling through the rest of your squad. Hunter, Wrecker, Tech… maybe Crosshair? You can’t think what any of them, even the one who’s no longer a member of your group, have to do with you.

“Your... brother,” you repeat dumbly.

“Yes.” Echo nods. “Fives.”

Oh. A fellow soldier, then. Probably from before the war ended… and probably long dead.

Drawing in a shaky breath, you hastily wipe your cheek with your sleeve. “What—what about him?”

“You…” Echo shakes his head, then lets out a humourless chuckle as he turns to look at the viewport, at the swirling blues and whites and greys of hyperspace. When he speaks again, his voice is barely above a whisper. “You remind me of him.”

You blink.

Truthfully, you have no idea what to say to that. Luckily, Echo continues, saving you from having to come up with an answer.

“Your sense of humour, I mean. The sarcasm, the jokes.” He shrugs, and the light from the viewport catches on his cybernetic headpiece, glinting in the otherwise dim cockpit. “And… and the way you know people.”

“‘Know people’?” you echo, confused. “I’m not following.”

“You understand people,” Echo says, and finally looks at you again, eyes impossibly sad. “Somehow, without ever having experienced what others have gone through, you understand their pain—and you feel it with them.” He closes his eyes for a brief moment, then opens them again. “Fives used to do that too.”

And suddenly, as though a switch inside you has been flipped, it all makes sense. “And that’s why you’ve been avoiding me,” you realize, and Echo winces. “Because I remind you of him.”

“See?” The barest hint of a smile graces his lips. “You’re doing it now. And you’re not even trying.”

“I guess I never thought about it like that.”

“I’m sorry for everything,” Echo says. “I am. It just…”

“Hurts,” you finish, and Echo blinks, surprised. You smile softly. “I know you too, you know.” Reaching out, you take his flesh hand, gently prying it open and taking the ration bar. As Echo watches, you split the remaining piece in half and hand one to him. “And for what it’s worth—I forgive you.”

The shadows colouring Echo’s face suddenly seem lighter. He smiles, then—really smiles.

You take a bite of the ration bar and smile back.

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galactic-star-bruiser · 7 months ago

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Gotta love when I just randomly post when I feel like it LMAO

Here’s a fun and sweet one xx

Content: smut, fluff, hurt Din(blood), female!reader POV

~5,082 words

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“Don’t be scared. Do it.” The rough voice whispered back from behind me, leathered hands overtop my own.

I could feel his shallow breathing; beskar plate hardly rising and falling against my back. Every touch made my breath catch in the back of my throat.

“Do it” he whispered again, now with more determination.

I pulled the trigger and the blaster shot. The light barreled towards the target mere feet away and I stumbled backward - into him even further.

“Good” the mandalorian said, adjusting himself so we were no longer in contact.

As I turned to face him, I found he was already walking towards the sheet of metal I had just shot at.

“Not bad for someone who’s never touched a blaster before.”

I had lived a peaceful, if not privileged, life before the chaos found me. My city crumbled under the oppressive fist of the evils that prevailed and I had no one left.

No one until he found me.

Nightmares of men clad in white, troopers, the sounds of screaming children, and the smell of blaster fire haunted me. I woke every night clutching my heaving chest and waiting out the hours before dawn; before I felt safe in the sunlight again. It was almost ten years ago now. I was basically a child.

He was only here for a bounty. That’s what he claimed- a quick job and a paycheck.

Maybe he never found them, because he’s still here. With me, here, teaching me how to defend myself.

Why?

I looked down at my shaking hands, still clutching his weapon.

I wish I could say I was faking my incompetence for battle, or that I was pretending I couldn’t shoot a blaster- but I wasn’t. I wish I could say it was an act to make him stay longer.

I wanted him to stay longer.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked up at him, the black visor of his helmet a foot or two away from me.

“Why are you helping me?”

He just looked away and made a move back towards his ship.

“Wait” I said, breaking into a jog next to him “really… why me? I don’t understand.”

He handed me a larger blaster from the ship, “here, try this one now-“

“No” I looked down, suddenly embarrassed that I was pushing the subject but no less insistent that he answered my questions. “you’ve been here almost a month- I don’t believe someone of your skill would waste time like this-”

“You think I’m wasting my time?” He demanded, cocking his head to the side.

“No, I-“

“If you don’t want to learn to defend yourself, I’ll leave” he responded roughly, coldly.

“That’s not what I meant, I just want to know why-“

“We’ll stop wondering and just take the help you can get- you obviously need it” he said in such a way that I knew the conversation was over.

That night I laid restless in my bed. I mulled over all possible reasons for his prolonged stay and seemingly random interest in me.

I was dizzy with unanswered questions and sat up to stare around my bare room.

The mandalorians ship was landed now in what was once akin to the front yard of my home. It was impossible to imagine him here during times of peace, when the land was lush and his ship would’ve made my father furious over it ruining his landscaping.

I would’ve laughed at the image if it didn’t force me to imagine my father. He was a good man, a merchant. I missed him more than anything.

I heard movement outside and lunged for the knife I kept under my pillow. My heart was racing so hard I could hardly hear my own thoughts. They’ve come again to finish the job, I thought.

I crouched low and peered through the hole in my door that was once held a glass pane.

My knees buckled and I started to tremble, annoyed by my own fear.

The door heaved inwards, knocking me to the ground. I struggled to find the blade again in the darkness, but hands were lifting me now. I thrashed and kicked with all my might against muscle and metal. I screamed for help until a large hand was over my open mouth.

“If it wasn’t me, you’d already be dead” a familiar voice growled.

My body went limp in his arms.

He dropped me on the floor, my legs still unstable, and he watched as I struggled to find my balance.

I put my hand against the wall and let myself take deep, haggard breaths.

“What. Is. WRONG WITH YOU?” I screamed at the Mandalorian, shoving him with all my weight as if he wasn’t a wall of pure strength.

“I heard you walking around and decided to see if you really listened when I taught you anything… apparently not” he answered himself with a disgusted tone.

I was furious. “You heard me? That was you stalking around outside? Why the hell do you care so much about what I can or can’t do? Why the f-“

I was pinned against the wall, hands above my head, and the weight of his stare above me made me feel minuscule.

“Why is it so hard for you to accept that I just want you to live?” He barked.

I barred my teeth back at him, “because you don’t even know me.”

The heat of his hands radiated through his gloves.

“Oh I don’t?” Taking both my wrists in one of his large hands, his free one pulled out a bounty puck. My own face glowed before me.

“I… I don’t understand.” I responded breathlessly, sobered instantly by the sight.

“There are powers in this galaxy you can’t even begin to imagine the enormity of. There are people willing to pay for you to be hunted down and join the shallow grave of your family. You know nothing.”

He all but spat at me with those words. I felt like I was melting into the floor.

“Your father was no merchant. You really think you could’ve lived the way you did off of that measly salary?”

I wish he had just shot me.

“You want to know why he’s dead? You want to know why your city is in ruins and you’re the only one left in this hole? Blame him.”

“Don’t you dare” I responded with ice in my words but no conviction to back them up.

I truly was shielded from most everything in my life. So many questions had gone unanswered. Maybe I really didn’t know…

“No. Don’t you dare.” He responded, the grip on my wrists causing me to writhe in pain now. “He was nothing but a con artist that lead the evil back to his own family. He pissed off the wrong people.”

“Please. Stop” I choked out, only now realizing I was sobbing.

I hadn’t faced the facts. I knew there was no way he could support our family trading and bartering. I didn’t want to believe it. I loved him. He was good.

Though really, I hardly ever saw him.

The mandalorian let me go and I slid down the wall shaking my head in disbelief.

He threw the bounty puck towards me. It skid until meeting the hard wall. My own face glowing and mocking me.

“They didn’t get you the first time around and paid me to finish the job.” He said, some unexplained warmth returning to his mechanical voice.

“I don’t understand… was all of this a part of some sick scheme to get me to trust you before you took me in?” I said, still trembling.

“I don’t do that-“

“And why should I trust you?” I almost screamed back at him.

He crouched to my level, visor meeting my tear blurred eyes.

“Why?” Was all I could say, over and over again, between sobs or anger, confusion, and heartbreak.

His helmet cocked to the side and I could hardly see my contorted, wet face in its reflection.

He lifted me off the floor and took me back to his waiting ship. I didn’t have anything left in me to fight him with. I didn’t resist capture. It all went black and quiet.

A distant hum of an engine filled my ears and I blinked in the warm light that surrounded me.

The memories of the mandalorian came rushing back to me and I jolted upwards, scanning the room like a trapped animal.

I was on a bed- if you could call it that. On a ship. It was steady and landed.

Heavy footsteps came from the outside of the small room. My body tensed.

The beskar clad man walked in and passed me as if I wasn’t there. He rummaged through a flight pack.

“Where are we” I said, surprised at the roughness of my own scream shredded voice.

“We haven’t moved.”

That’s all he had to say before leaving the room again.

I followed swiftly and saw through the windows that we were still in front of my hovel of a home.

His back was towards me and I followed him outside into the night air.

“You were right to think that someone of my skill wouldn’t waste their time on a bounty like this… I was never going to bring you in.”

I sat down next to him on the steps to his ship. Wary and timid. I wrapped my arms around my knees.

He looked away from me and before I could even open my mouth he answered my questions, “I’ve never struggled like this. I bring in anyone and anything without any shred of feeling.”

He turned towards me and it felt as though I was punched in the chest, “but I couldn’t. You didn’t do anything. You’re a victim.”

I couldn’t place my emotion. I was more than confused, my heart was aching over my father, I was terrified of my fate, I felt betrayed, incompetent… but there was something comforting in the cold man next to me.

We sat in silence, neither one of us knowing what to say.

“Thank you” was all I could say after what felt like a lifetime.

He didn’t respond.

“Why did I wake up in your ship?”

It was the only question I could think of asking with an answer that wouldn’t make me want to start crying.

“It was easier than stalking around your bedroom. Easier to keep an eye on you” he answered matter of factly.

I didn’t respond.

“I’d leave now if I thought they wouldn’t send someone else to come find you” the mandalorian said, looking away again.

“I don’t want you to leave” I said, without even thinking first. My cheeks burned with the embarrassment of revealing that to him.

“I’m sorry I lied to you” was all he said in response.

I just looked at him. A man so fortified with armor, stern and strong, was being gentle before me.

I put my hand on his and I swore I felt a shudder go through him. His fingers flexed and released beneath mine.

I went to pull away when he grabbed my hand back.

We sat in silence, entwined fingers on his thigh, just looking into the dark.

The mandalorian left after a month.

He found me a place to stay within a city where no one could find me. He made me feel safe. I was safe.

We never touched again after that night on the steps of his ship. Though, the heat still burned through me when I thought of it.

My hands were raw from pulling weeds and the sweat dripped heavily down my back. I was happy. I was safe.

I was tired.

I laid with a thud onto a stack of freshly pulled vegetation and let myself feel the suns on my face.

My brows contorted when it was suddenly cooler and darker overhead. Opening my eyes, I focused on an all too familiar ship.

A smile widened across my face before I got a sudden rush of energy and bounded to the landing site.

I stopped short. What if he doesn’t remember me? I mean, why should he?

I found myself fixing my hair and adjusting my working clothes to fit me better.

What was I doing?

I walked swiftly to the ship, heart beating and cheeks reddening.

That’s when I saw him and stopped dead in my tracks.

I hadn’t noticed the significant damage to the ship or the particularly rough landing.

He stumbled out with blood spattered beskar. The tall mandalorian made contact with the ground.

I wrung my hands, pacing around my bed, that now held a man I had known in what felt like a different life.

Blood was both crusted and trickling out of the bottom of his helmet. I knew the rules but I couldn’t help feel responsible if he died on my bed from a treatable head wound.

We were a half a days journey to anyone else.

Did he know I had moved all the way out here?

There were bloodied bandages and cloth littering my floor. I had taken the liberty of removing all other armor besides his helmet. The neat pile of metal stood beside the bed for him when he got up.

Please get up.

The blood was flowing steadily. I had to make a decision.

My fingers gingerly touched the rim and snapped back towards me when a guttural moan and choking noise startled me.

He was drowning.

“I have to. Im sorry” I whispered gently and lifted the helmet with a hiss.

The metallic, animalistic, sent of blood infiltrated my nostrils. He was hardly recognizable as human. I realized that I didn’t even know for certain that he was.

My eyes caught on the matted brown hair sticking to his forehead, the peppered facial hair along his jaw, and finally his eyes. He was human, and he was beautiful.

I worked quickly and carefully, trying my best to avert my eyes out of respect. I guess it’s too late now anyways.

When I fixed and cleaned what I could I poured medicine down his throat, Bacta on his wounds, and left him to sleep.

I realized I hadn’t left his side when I woke up in pain from being contorted in a small chair next to the bed.

My eyes traced the outline of him in the pale darkness of the room. He looked more at ease than I had ever seen. I realized I had missed his presence. He made me feel safe.

The few months he spent with me came flooding back to memory. He was always so gentle, guiding, and almost infuriatingly calm. He became a partner… a friend.

His hand twitched and I shot up from my seat. Whether it was out of fear, guilt, relief, or excitement, I couldn’t tell.

He groaned. Or maybe he tried to speak?

“You’re safe” was all I could think to say when I sat on the bed beside him.

His hand slowly reached up to his face, shaking. I grabbed it before he could reach his bare skin.

“I’m sorry… I had to”

He let his hand fall limp at his side with a noise that was akin to what a hurt animal would make.

My heart shattered. I went to grab his helmet and put it back on and he stopped me.

“It’s useless now” he muttered through blood stained teeth.

I had spent all those months, and the year after, imagining the face beneath the helmet. He suddenly became so much more real to me. More precious.

Tears began to fall from my eyes and his hand left the helmet to wipe them away. It was tender and devastating.

“I wish I knew you in another life” he said, so low it hardly registered.

I grabbed the hand still resting on my cheek and forced a smile through my sob.

“Why not this one” I asked, chuckling sadly.

I already knew the answer.

He managed half a smile. He was treacherously handsome.

I tried to think of anything to say. Anything, but his grip turned loose and his breathing was at a constant lull. He was asleep.

I had left his side only so long before I heard movement coming from the bedroom.

I set down a mug of hot caf before rushing in to find him struggling to push himself off the bed.

“What are you doing” I asked in an almost desperate cry.

“My ship” was all he said.

“Worry about that later. You were on deaths doorstep not two hours ago.”

He shook his head like a defiant child. I almost laughed. Almost.

As if by some invisible force, he laid back down on the bed.

“Do you need anything?” I asked, warily, hoping he’d send me off to get something. It felt strange to see him in such a vulnerable state.

A shake of the head, no. I sat back in my chair and he turned his body to face me.

“I should give you your bed back.”

This time I actually let out a laugh.

“No, I want you to sleep.”

I wondered if he remembered his comment from earlier.

It was now pitch black in the small bedroom. I sat and watched the stars flicker in the sky out of the window. I hadn’t left his side in hours.

As I turned to look at him, the mandalorian let out a guttural scream and sat up with a start. He ran his trembling fingers through blood matted hair.

“You’re okay. You’re safe” I said, now next to him with one knee on the bed “it was a nightmare, that’s all.”

His chest heaved and his skin prickled at my touch.

I rubbed circles into his back. My mother use to do that for me.

He instinctively flinched away from me.

“I’m sorry” he said before relaxing beneath my open palm.

I didn’t know what to do. I felt helpless.

I shifted closer, my arm barely fitting around his back.

“Tell me what you need” I whispered

He broke a prolonged silence with a half hearted laugh.

I didn’t understand his amusement.

I squeezed him tight once more like you’d do for a friend before letting them go. I guess he is a friend. I guess.

I walked to a dresser and sifted through clothes until I found a large green shirt, clean flight pants, and a towel.

He stared, confused, at the items.

“Is this my shirt?” He asked earnestly.

I knew it when I picked it out. It’s all I had that would fit him anyhow. Though, I guess I didn’t expect red, flushed, embarrassment to creep from my neck to my cheeks.

“You gave it to me. To wear once. After I had ruined mine while cleaning the blasters.”

What he would never know is that I slept with it through every nightmare. The smell of him bringing waves of unexplained comfort.

He gave me that half smile again.

“I know. I just didn’t expect you to keep it.”

I averted my gaze and let him change in peace.

“Are you hungry?” I asked before leaving him.

A nod.

“Use the towel to clean up. I won’t mind the blood stains.”

A nod once more.

I came face to face with the mandalorian. No- he was just a man now. He seemed like one, anyways. Just a man.

Lines cut deep into his skin, from battle and age. His features were both soft and strong. He had such an air of sadness. He would’ve seemed almost defenseless if I hadn’t known better.

I motioned towards a seat across from mine. His shaggy, wet hair swept across his brow as he sat.

He ate like a starved, wild, thing. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He refused to make contact with mine.

When he had finished I took his plate away slowly, almost expecting him to growl and bite. He only looked down.

“Thank you”

I responded only with a genuine smile and another offering of caf. He happily obliged.

It felt almost domestic. It was nice.

He drank slowly, deeply, and without looking up or speaking even once.

The suns began to rise and paint colors across the carved sand walls. I could see him even more clearly now. Battle worn, tired, and inexplicably sad.

“I’m sorry I took off your helmet. I just-“

“You did what you had to” he responded, still looking longingly into his half full mug.

I just peeled away the skin around my fingers, trying to think of anything to ease the uncomfortable silence.

“Are you sure you can’t just put it back on or-“

“I meant what I said earlier” he said lowly.

Unwilling to believe it to be true, what I wanted to be true, I played dumb and confused.

“In another life… I think I’d like … this.”

I couldn’t say anything.

He slept soundly through the day, rising only when the moon did. He attempt to fix his ship.

I helped with what I could on the ship, and every time our hands grazed in the passing of tools, a bolt of electricity flowed through me. Each time he passed behind, a gloved hand met the small of my back.

I pleaded with him to rest. I wondered if it was really just a ploy to prolong his stay.

I found myself fumbling while completing basic maintenance. I was trembling and the low sighs of frustration he was making weren’t helping.

I couldn’t even explain my own actions lately. There was something scratching at me from the inside to get closer to him.

I wanted him.

I insisted he spend one more night asleep in a proper bed, mine, as I recalled the hammock he called his.

To my surprise, he agreed.

That night he was restless. He turned, yelled, and cried out in his sleep. I could hear him from down the hall.

I crept slowly to the bedroom. I wanted to comfort him but felt awkward with the thought of any attempt.

That was until I heard my name. Softly, desperately, tumbling from his lips. He was dreaming.

“I’m here” I answered in a half whisper, pushing hair out of his face, “you’re safe. I’m here.”

“Stay with me. Please”, eyes still closed. He grabbed onto my hand.

“You’re dreaming”

“No… I’m not” he replied, eyes fluttering open in a way that seemed to use most of his energy.

My heart was in my throat and I felt as though I was breaking some ancient law by climbing into my own bed.

I laid in the space he had made for me, my body fitting against his as though I were made to be there.

I covered him with the blanket more, so unsure of what to do with my body. My hand lingered on his chest, still clutching the cloth.

His breathing hitched and warmth radiated throughout the bed.

“I don’t even know your name” I laughed lightly, almost a whisper, not expecting an answer but rather trying to cut the tension.

“Do you want to?” His eyes met mine.

The air was all but sucked out of the small space. I could hear the rushing thrum of both of our hearts.

I nodded. Yes.

His face was mere inches from mine and I could feel his warm, sweet breath on my lips.

“Din. Din Djarin.” He whispered, so close that our mouths were all but intertwined.

He tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear and stared into my eyes with so much tenderness that I felt the desperate need to cry.

I traced the outlines of the face I had imagined so many times before. He became warmer to the touch with each line I drew.

“Another life, huh, Din?” I whispered.

He stopped my hand with his.

“Why not this one?”

With these few blessed words, he closed the space between us. My body crashing and arching into his and his fingers entwined with my hair.

Animalistic moans escaped from the two of us, his body engulfing mine.

He smelled like sun warmed wilderness; like musk and lush trees.

His hot mouth met my neck and I soaked in every touch, every scent, every movement of his body. He was desperately clawing at me and I him.

His hands quickly became unsure. He was so battle worn, knowledgable beyond his years, though… he now touched me like he was afraid I’d break.

My eyebrows knitted together in confusion and he stared back with an almost frightened expression.

“I… I am a dangerous man. I don’t know how- I’ve never-“

I brushed my thumb over his open lips and smiled softly at him. I had never imagined the gentleness of such a rough man. He was right, he was dangerous, he was a killer, a bounty hunter, a mandalorian.

None of that mattered.

I pulled his face closer to mine and kissed him softly. I felt the storm brewing beneath his skin.

“I don’t want to hurt you” he whispered against me.

“I want all of you” was all I answered back.

With those words of permission, he used his legs to pin my back to the bed and stared down at me.

Sitting up on his knees, he used his rough hands to trace down my sides. My skin prickled with desire and my hips bucked unintentionally to meet his.

His fingers found the waistband to my pants and he found my eyes, asking silently to go on.

“Please” I begged

Slowly, painfully slowly, he tugged them down low enough to expose hip bones and the very top of where I desired him most.

Lifting my hips, he bent down to meet them with peppered kisses. Any movement of mine was halted by his fingers digging in to me.

The tenderness of the moment was dictated by him and he wouldn’t let me forget that he was in control.

It only made me more desperate. Between kisses he spoke in a deep, strained voice.

“I’ve thought about this every night” he all but growled. “Do you know how many times I’ve had to touch myself back in my ship just so I wouldn’t lose control and pin you against a wall and fuck you?”

Deep moans escaped me and I begged for him to touch me, to do anything he wanted with me. I needed him. I’ve needed him for longer than I could even admit to myself.

His name fell from my lips over and over. He nipped at the tender skin of my inner thighs as he teasingly pulled the remainder of my pants down.

He noticed I hadn’t been wearing underwear and an almost sadistic smirk swept across his face and his eyes shot up to meet mine.

I couldn’t breathe. All I could remember was his name.

He teased me until I was so close to coming undone from just the first swipe of his tongue against me.

My nails dug into the sheets as he moaned against me, wetness glossing his rugged features.

His eyes were so blown out with lust that they were hardly brown any longer.

I begged until I had tears in my eyes. I needed to feel him inside of me. He knew that and took advantage of every second.

“How- how are you so good?”

He snapped back to sitting on his knees and ground himself into me, leaving a deliciously wet mark on his pants.

“You think I haven’t imagined every inch of you and what I’d like to do to it” He titled his head with pure cockiness, “all the nights I spent avoiding other women were nights I imagined your body, nights I’ve spent touching myself and thinking of the way you’d feel. I may not have experience, but I’d do anything to have you”

I didn’t even have the words to express what that did to me, but as he stripped off his lower half of clothing I knew there was nothing stopping me from getting exactly what I so desperately wanted.

He let himself fall forward, one arm catching himself an inch above me. I let my nails drag down his back as I caught his lips in a feverish kiss.

My hand met his free one and I felt the length of him, wet with his own precum. His forehead fell into the side of my neck and a growl ripped through him. He rocked his hips into my hand.

“You weren’t the only one touching themselves to the thought of this” I whispered into his ear, my own voice deeper than I had ever heard it, “I couldn’t even let myself imagine you were this big.”

He put his free hand on top of mine and guided his length to my desperate, clenching opening.

He was slow, controlled, but the vice grip on the pillow above me gave way to his longing.

I moved my hips to meet his, unable to control myself any longer, and the sound that bounded from him was purely animal.

Something had finally snapped inside of him and his controlled thrusting became more erratic and intense. Even the soft kisses melded into bites and teeth clenched moans into my open mouth.

I bit into his shoulder to stop from screaming, the feeling of this moment too intense to explain.

I wrapped my legs around him and lifted to meet his every stroke. His hair was gripped between my fingers and his forearms boxed me in. I was completely engulfed in him.

Suddenly his strong arms were cradling my back and I was lifted onto his lap. He was sitting on his knees, legs wide, and thrusting into me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him push and pull my body up and down onto him.

Every meeting of thighs was met with a wet smack and stifled moan. I could feel every inch of him and I knew then that I’d feel empty every second he wasn’t inside of me.

With one final stroke he pushed down on my shoulders and up with his hips to fill me at my deepest point. I rocked into him and felt his thick, hot, cum pouring out of me.

He feverishly kissed me, and I responded in turn. We sat connected until our breathing came back into our control.

“Cyar’ika” he mumbled into my lips, over and over again, “I have watched you, always. I could never stay away from you.”

“I’m yours” I responded, “you have me.”

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