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l1tw1ck · 5 months ago

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Dom!Bottom!Tony x Sub!Top!Masc Virgin Reader

☆ Word Count: 1,358 ☆

AFAB Language Used | Event Request

CW: Dubious Consent, Age Difference, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Creampie, Cunnilingus, Semi-Public Sex,

After retiring from hero work, Tony opened up an academy to teach hopeful heroes, tech lovers, and future entrepreneurs. The academy teaches students starting from age 14 and above. It's a combination of high school and college. There are a lot of campuses all over New York. You finished high school in Midtown High and applied to join the academy. Tony loved your application so much that he awarded you with a special scholarship. It’s only granted to one person every four years. After your first meeting with him, he offered to buy you dinner. You didn't think it was strange. Why would it be?

You look up at Tony with an anxiety filled and hesitantly lustful gaze. He came onto you during dinner and you were afraid you’d lose your scholarship if you denied him. You were also afraid you'd seriously regret giving up the chance to fuck him. So now you're staring at his pussy as he grinds down on your clothed cock. His t-dick is poking out of his bush of hair and the sight makes you worry you’ll come too early.

“Don't worry about getting a job anymore. I’ll pay for everything you need.” He rolls his head back. “Gonna get you a credit card..use it whenever.”

You feel more like a prostitute than a scholarship student.

“Fuck…ever been with an older guy before?” He asks. You can't deny that he looks so fucking sexy like this. The way he's rubbing his pussy on your boner is definitely helping you forget why you were nervous in the first place. Your underwear is drenched with his slick. It's undeniably hot.

“Never…with anyone.”

“Yeah?” He breathes out. “Good. I’ll take the lead.” He stops and leans into your neck, sloppily kissing it and as he removes your boxers. He moves away from your face and leans his body closer to your cock. He points at the part of his stomach where the tip of your cock is. “That's how deep you’ll be inside me.”

He grips your shoulders and hovers over your cock. You gulp. He sinks himself down onto your length, a confident smirk plastered on his face.

“I haven’t done it in so long–” He moans as you completely fill him up, his back arched. He rolls his hips and strokes his t-dick. Seeing a guy like him use you like a toy is too hot for your own good. You never knew you were into this kind of thing. You could probably come just like this. You’ll try not to though, it wouldn't turn out well if you got him pregnant. “You want me to move, baby?”

“I…I wanna see you come first.”

“If that's what you want.” He strokes himself harder. Your heart is racing. You can feel it as he reaches his peak. His cunt is giving you nice, wet hugs. He rolls his head back, his pussy seizing its movements for a moment before resuming. He squirts, his slick covering your face. You lick your lips. You’ve been able to stop yourself from coming this whole time but you're not sure how much longer you’ll last.

He grinds down on you and moves his hand away from his sensitive cock. After a while, he eventually starts riding you. You don't think you’ll be able to last.

“Wa- wait- wait—” You panic. “I’m- I think–”

“It's okay, sweetheart.” He keeps bouncing. “I can't get pregnant.”

You would let out a long sigh of relief if it weren't for your sudden orgasm. You bite down on your lip as he keeps going despite that. It feels good and insanely overwhelming. You can't believe you just came inside Tony fucking Stark. “‘s too- too much-” You moan.

“I’m not satisfied yet. You’ll let Daddy keep bouncing on your cock, won't you, baby?”

You nod. “Ye- yes-”

“Good boy~” He lets out a satisfied sigh. “Letting Daddy use you like a cute little toy.” He loves the way your body is reacting. You're so inexperienced and sensitive, he knows he’ll have a lot of fun with you. He’s glad he changed careers. You stare at your cum spilling out with each thrust. It's so erotic you feel like you're gonna pass out.

Tony notices the subject of your gaze. “You like that? How your cum drips out of my pussy? Hm?” He grins. “Wanna keep filling me up, baby?”

You nod rapidly. “Yes- yes, Daddy-”

His body stutters as he comes again. He stops, his walls flexing around your cock again. Tony leans into your ear. “You know what a mating press is?” He asks.

You shudder. “Ye- yeah-” You grab his waist and manage to flip yourselves over. Sweat drips down your forehead as you grab Tony’s thighs. You move him into position and just looking at him like this makes you come again. Your cock starts to soften. “Sorry-”

“‘S okay, baby. It's cute.” He laughs. “We can keep working on your endurance another time.”

You walk into Tony’s office, wearing an outfit he bought for you. As he stands up, you notice his belt is unbuckled and his pants are unzipped. He leans against the wall and you instantly make your way over to him.

“I’ve been waiting for you all day.” His hands slither onto your shoulders, his soft lips graze your ear. “I couldn’t stop touching myself. I had to cancel my meeting this afternoon.”

Your breath hitches.

“Are you gonna help me, sweetheart?”

“Yeah-” You watch him pull away from you and remove his pants and underwear. He shows the damp spot in his white boxers to you. You're already hard. He motions for you to kneel, making you feel like a dog. You look at his pussy eagerly, excited to see it up close. You already know what he wants you to do.

You wrap your lips around his t-cock and suck it.

“Yes~ like that, baby-” He shivers. You slip two fingers inside him, one at a time, and try your best to finger him properly. Your mouth on his cock is more than enough to distract him from your noob-ness. He doesn't seem to care about the amount of noise he's making either. Given his personality, you don't feel any anxiety over it. No one would dare enter his office when they hear him. “Fuck, right there~!” His hip thrusts involuntarily. You managed to find his g-spot. You do your best to pleasure him with it and by the sound of his voice and the clenching you feel around your fingers, you know you're doing a good job.

“Yes– yes—!” He squirts. This time you get to really taste him. You slowly move your head back, a line of spit connecting you to his cock, then lap your tongue all over his pussy. Tony twitches with pleasure.

You stop, then look at him like a puppy awaiting orders. He curls his index and middle finger, signifying that he wants you to stand up. He quickly frees your boner from your pants. “I still have one more meeting today.” He takes your wrists and has you hold onto his waist. He mouths ‘hold me’ so you pick him up. “But since you come so fast, I’ll let you fuck me.”

You press your forehead onto his shoulder. “Thank you-” You breathe out, sinking into his cunt. “You- you feel so good, Daddy-” He's sopping wet.

Tony wraps his arms around you as you sloppily thrust inside him. Your desperation turns him on so much.

“Can I- fuck- can I come inside?”

“Mhm~” He hums. “‘M gonna keep it inside. Walk around with your cum in me.”

You shudder, your cock shooting ropes of cum inside him. His laugh is breathless and lustful. “You're too cute.” He smiles as you bring him to his desk, laying him in a way to prevent your cum from spilling out as well as you can. You grab his boxers and slip them onto him.

You watch as he stands up and fixes himself up to look presentable. “I’ll see you tonight.” He winks, leaving the room.

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nanaminsmoon · 2 years ago

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onyankopon x blackfem!reader🫶🏾 (mdni.) + wc:1216

'who can do hair?' had been the caption on the ig story that led to ony’s head buried in the space between your legs. with your thighs on either side of his half-done hair, ony had you spread out on the couch as his tongue sent waves of pleasure throughout your body. you in this very position had been the only thing on his mind since the second you opened the door, wafting the smell of vanilla and cocoa butter in his face, as his eyes busied themselves scanning your form. the only coverage of your body had been short ass shorts, and a cropped camisole—both serving no purpose because your nipples would be visible through the thin fabric, and your cheeks would be greeting him with every sway of your hips as you led him to your living room. having your back turned to him gave ony the perfect opportunity to openly look you up and down, a sly smirk spreading on his face when he’d see your painted toes and golden anklet that matched the necklace at the center of your chest.

it was as if, as soon as he saw the jewellery, ony knew that his lips would be meeting the skin next to it, in delicate and languid kisses. like he had already foreseen the image of his trimmed fingernails forming dips in the fat of your thighs, as he pushed them against your chest—the sound of your skin meeting beating his eardrums. ony didn’t know what the final straw had been; maybe it was the smile you had flashed him as you laughed at one of his jokes, maybe it was his direct view of your chest as you stood in front of him, or maybe it had been the glazed look in your eyes when you realised you couldn’t hide his effect on you anymore.

ony had been trailing his fingertips along the backs of your calves, mahogany orbs zeroed in on your face to measure your reaction. all attempts at putting on a cloak of composure failed to cover you from the neck down because, being sat so close you could feel his breath hitting your skin, ony could see everything. he’d take note of the way your chest rose and fell faster, he’d catch onto the way your hand fumbled with the rattail comb in your grip, as you parted his hair, and there was absolutely no way of hiding your goosebumps when his hand would flatten on you, to wrap around the back of your thigh.

“you good?”, a harsh swallow would travel down your throat as you smiled feebly at him. but ony would just shrug.

“i'm chillin’”, he’d shake his head, “just gettin’ comfy”, he'd say, and you’d nod at him before resuming your task on his head.

in the end, his hands ascending to replace the fabric covering your ass would be the thing to grant ony your attention again. it’d also be the thing to force your hand to substitute the comb for his shoulder as you leaned down to meet your lips. somehow that’d land you in ony’s lap, moving on him, before he got fed up and moved you to the couch. everything from then on was a blurry montage of events; one second you’d be lifting your hips from the leather to help him wiggle your shorts down, then your legs would be forced open by his head obstructing their connection. aimless fingers would then be moving over his twists, as the actions of ony’s mouth produced obscene noises that overrode the sound of the tv show you’d put on. it was no wonder you came on his face so quickly, sighing and cussing to yourself as unfettered moans escaped your lips. and ony would make quick work of cleaning you with his mouth, obviously in a rush to appease the hard length underneath his tech.

one of ony’s hands would hold your legs open, and the other would gather your arousal on his tip before pushing into you very slowly. eager fingertips would be underneath your top, digging into your waist as ony’s tip reached deeper inside you with every thrust. one half of the duo that had been challenging his self-control since you opened the door would momentarily be bare, before it’d be hidden in between ony’s lips. and the other half would have a large hand enclosed around it, as ony’s dick had your back detaching from the couch.

“you're so fucking tight”, his lips spoke around your nipple, ”better not be giving any other niggas this treatment when you do their hair”, he'd say, rutting into you.

“j-just you, i s-swear”, you'd promise, and pride would make ony quickly pull out of you, only to empty your lungs of air when he slammed back into you again. sensations would be hitting you from all angles; the feeling of him driving into you achingly well, his lips decorating your ankle and shin, and the repeated contact of your ass cheeks and his hip bones.

the actual reason why ony was there had been long forgotten by the both of you, so there’d be no hesitation from either party when you’d reach a hand to his head to pull him into you, and messily kiss his lips. ony’s tongue would glide past your lower lip, moaning at the sweet taste of your lipgloss, before it’d enter your mouth and move against yours. the kiss would have both of you moaning into each other’s mouths, with your toes even curling in their place around his waist. but ultimately it’d be ony's hand sneaking down to your clit that would pull your orgasm over you. your walls flexing around him, coercing ony's own release out of him.

“you want my nut in you, ma?”, he'd ask, and you'd nod while whining out an incomprehensible 'yes' into his ears. your lips moving to kiss at his earlobe would be the thing to pause ony’s hips inside of you. and he’d fill you until he felt empty and all he could do was barely hold his body weight up so he wouldn’t crush you as he caught his breath. he’d retreat from the crook of your neck, and pepper honeyed kisses on your palm when your hand would rise to neaten the hairs you’d messed up,

“you know you still gotta pay me, right?”, you'd ask playfully, and ony would laugh at you before kissing your forehead.

“the dick ain't give me a discount?”, he'd ask, and you'd shake your head, ”how ‘bout if we fuck one more time?”, he’d look up to your eyes through his thick eyelashes, as his lips kissed your burning skin and his dick slowly started moving in and out of you again. still sensitive, your lips would start making noise without your permission, and ony would smile at your endearing behaviour,

“fuck—make it two and i'll give you the whole thing for free”,

“bet.”

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rosescarletful · 2 months ago

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A Post Shift Kiss

For my requests, @iron-rose-art requested plus size yn and dca being infatuated with yn's softness! I went with general daycare worker yn/canon dca. This was such a cute request and fun to write!

Requests info: Link

Word count: 1,485

Enjoy!

Between your security rounds, wrangling children, and working on the horrible amount of paperwork, there’s not much time to spend with your animatronic boyfriends. Small kisses and short conversations are about the extent of it, and it’s driving you nuts. Is it such a crime to have a full conversation with the robots you love?

Apparently. You barely get a sentence out in between parent pickups before Sun is being called away again to deal with an irate parent. You wave him away and blow a kiss, sighing to yourself in exhaustion. Well, there is always the pound of paperwork you have to get through, dumped onto you. Technically someone else could do it, but the work they leave is shoddy and disorganized. They pay you extra to deal with it, so deal with it is what you do.

“Excuse me?” You pause your work and look up to a timid parent, pushing up his glasses and shifting foot to foot. “Hi, sorry to bother you. But I can’t seem to find my child?” This has happened so many times you no longer feel the swoop of fear in your stomach, and instead look over to see where Sun is towering over a cowering parent. He looks busy, meaning this is now your problem.

“Sure, I can help. Can I see your id?” He hands your driver's license with an incredibly long last name, meaning your search for children narrows down from the thirty you have to a single child. You stand and lean over the security desk to see if you can spot them yourself, but no luck. That's alright, they’re probably hiding in one of the play structures.

“I’ll check for you. Give me a second.” You push your papers aside and walk around the desk, working your way around the screaming and running children. How does Sun do it? You are perfectly happy to leave him and Moon in charge of wrangling the kids, while you handle the logistics of keeping the joint running.

As you thought, the child can be found curled up in the slide and giggling away. You pat the end of the slide and try to be patient, holding out one of Sun’s candies as a lure. It works like a charm - the kid's eyes light up and he practically rips the candy from your hand. You spare the dad an apologetic glance - the kid is going to be bouncing off the walls for at least a few more hours. You head back to your desk, settling back into your seat.

“Thanks. I didn’t want to…well, I know the kids like him, but the attendant is a little creepy. Glad there’s at least some humans on staff.” Your customer service smile turns strained, lacing your fingers together on the desk. Yes yes, freaky robot, he’s also the guy who keeps your snot nosed brat from hitting other kids. You could stand to be a little more courteous even if he wasn’t sentient, you want to say.

“Sure, always happy to help. You have a nice day now.” You wave them off, resuming the endless invoices and new program paperwork you have to file. You ask yourself every single day why a facility that prides itself on the most updated tech insists on having everything in paper when an online form would take seconds to make. Even your google forms idea was soundly rejected, and they’re free!

Many more parents and children later, you are almost done with the paperwork when the last child is signed out for the day. The door shuts soundly, an annoyed Sun clomping his way over to your desk to throw himself dramatically over it.

“I'm dying sunshine. My processor is frying.” His rays make a funny tunk tunk as he spins them against the desk, tips brushing against it. “It’s been a whole eight hours and two minutes since I’ve gotten a kiss. I’m actively shutting down.” You snort, but your eye contact doesn’t break from your paperwork. Once you stop, you won’t be finishing this.

“My poor baby,” you coo, typing rapidly. You are so close to being done, then you can smooch him all you want. “Can you survive a little longer while I finish this?” Your foot bounces against the floor, betraying your own want. They both love to enfold you into their arms and keep you there for as long as possible, something you crave right this second. These have a due date though, and keeping your job means keeping your boyfriends

Sun sighs so loudly in his voice box rattles, but stands up and starts cleaning. He turns every so often to give you big sad puppy dog eyes, but you resolutely ignore him. He combats this by sighing very loudly every five minutes, staring dejectedly at whatever he’s cleaning. You press your lips together as the smile threatens to take over your face. He’s the cutest guy.

“It’s now been eight hours twenty minutes. My partner does not care that I’m dying. Yes Moon, I did try sighing loudly. They’re so cruel.” You are literally so close to being done. Just a few more!

“Done!” You shout into the daycare. The sheets of paper Sun was holding go flying into the daycare as he jumps in surprise, turning his torso to face you. You shut off your computer and make a beeline over, almost slamming into him in your haste. You are lifted clean off your feet to be spun around, long arms wrapped around you in a bear hug.

“Come here, you goof.” You get a grip on his face plate and press your lips to his unmoving mouth, a hand cupping the back of your head as you’re pressed close. He may not be able to kiss back the way humans do, but the tightness he holds you with and the happy buzzing in his chassis is the same thing.

You are walked back and set down onto the desk, their favorite place to kiss you senseless. They don’t have to stoop down so low, and there’s easy access to grab your thighs, apparently. Case in point, both hands reach down and give them a nice squeeze.

“So soft!” Sun praises, working his way up while he kisses you. You giggle, moving to kiss all over his face plate. One on the swirl above his eyes, another on the cheek, another on either side of his grin. He moves up and squeezes your waist in return, moving around and up your back to feel your skin.

“Sun! I'm not a stress toy!” You protest all the time, but it really does nothing to deter them. He squeezes you around your waist, grabbing all of your plush skin in the way that makes you tingly all over.

“If you weren’t, then you wouldn’t be so nice to hold.” His grin is far too cheeky, despite the static face plate. You smack him lightly on the shoulder, face flushed. Where did a daycare attendant learn to be smooth? He spins his rays at your flushed face, a gentle breeze blowing your hair off your shoulder.

He takes this queue to resume kissing you, wrapping his long arms around your back to trace his fingers up your spine. Your breathy moans makes their voice box static, and in short order, the lights shut off.

You can feel the second they switch control of the body. Sun’s slow exploratory hands turn into passionate touches, wrapping around your thigh and pulling it to hook it around his waist. The other squeezes you all over, just touching wherever he pleases.

“More to grab means more places to touch.” That’s the only warning you get before you are pushed, now lying flat against the desk.

“Moon! Not here,” you hiss. So what if he can erase the security tapes, you’re going to make a mess all over the desk!

“Just a little bit.” He pushes his face plate into your shoulder, forcing you to turn your head to the side. He may not be able to bite and mark your neck like you want, but he can press close to you. This position gives him better access to love on and squeeze your body.

“Like this the most.” He chuckles in that silly way he does and squeezes a love handle, making you giggle and kick your feet. There’s something about how much they marvel at your body that makes you giddy. “And this,” he squeezes your cheeks, your lips forming a fish’s mouth. You furrow your brows and knock your foot against him in retaliation.

“Having fun?” He answers you in the way hands hook under your arms to lift you into his arms. It seems the party will have to be moved. They’d never pass up an opportunity to take you to their room.

“Always,” He hums, summoning the cord.

Fin.

#thank you for reading!#fnaf dca #tempest writes #dca fandom #ehe. they're so romantic....#i like kissing them #is the constant kissing giving me away? defo not

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winters-secret-star-wars-blog · 1 year ago

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When The Light Comes From The Dark

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Against the whirlwind of thoughts, Phee’s voice repeated the question. “Got a name, Brown Eyes?”

The cockpit spun around him. His fingers lightly touched his helmet around his eyes, as if to adjust something on them. “Tech.”

Another phantom touch on his shoulder, warm and gentle. “Head to these coordinates, Brown Eyes.”

He needed to find out more.

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Or the one where CX-2 is actually Tech and everyone deserves their happy ending.

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“You chose the wrong side,” was all he said before he submerged the clone under the water. From behind his mask, he watched as his struggles began to cease. It served him right. Traitors who turned their back on the Empire deserved nothing less.

The hands peppering the assassin’s arms slid below the surface as well. It wouldn’t be long now. Once CT-9904 stopped moving, he would resume pursuing the target and bring her—

Someone was behind him.

CX-2’s mind always worked fast; a trait he was secretly proud of. Although he shouldn’t have been. Such display of individuality was unbecoming of someone like him. However, it was in his nature. It provided him with a valuable advantage.

Well, at least most of the time.

It were instances like this that drove him to frustration. His mind being able to pick up something, yet his body was too slow to react. And what was worse, he made a mistake. It was foolish of him to think the others would leave their own behind, he assumed no one would be coming—

“Better late than dead, I always say.”

The woman’s words were the last thing flashing through his mind before the world turned dark.

He came to as his body collided with the rocks at the bottom. Aware of the water filling his lungs, he suppressed the urge to cough and began to swim towards the surface. Painstakingly, CX-2 heaved his body onto the rocky bank and allowed himself a moment to catch his breath.

“Ace? Ace, wake up.”

He startled awake, unaware of the fact he was starting to drift off. The phantom feeling of someone shaking him faded back to where it came from.

Ace…

There was a strange familiarity tied to the way it was spoken, stirring something in his chest. He was aware the clones were naming themselves instead of going by their designated number, this however… Ace. Was he… was he going by ace before becoming CX-2? It didn’t feel quite right, but at the same time it didn’t feel wrong either.

“Got a name, Brown Eyes?”

He sucked in a breath. It was the same voice from before. The answer to the mysterious woman’s question was at the tip of his tongue, yet it refused to come through.

He shook his head. This was ridiculous. He was CX-2 and that was all that mattered. The target might have escaped, but some of the luck was on his side at least. He could very well imagine the consequences of thinking such thoughts.

With one last steadying breath, CX-2 pushed himself to his feet and headed for his shuttle.

Tracking down the Trnadoshan wasn’t all that difficult. One would think that after dealing with the Empire and selling the rogue clones out, she’d have enough brains to disappear off the radar.

Yet she stayed in her shady little bar.

The Trandoshan’s unwillingness to give up any other information could be considered remarkable, if only it didn’t stir something in CX-2’s chest. Something dangerously resembling anger.

“Hey, you three. You could have walked away. That loyalty is admirable, but with Cid, it doesn’t always go both ways. Watch your backs.”

It happened again. The more time CX-2 spent activated outside his chamber, the more these little voices whispered to him somewhere from beyond his reach. Bits of conversations, sometimes even a quick flash of some place or another where he, to his knowledge, hasn’t been before.

This time, the voice whispered a warning. Something told him it didn’t come from what you would call a trustworthy source, but the words rang true. The emotion that was most definitely anger was, strangely enough, burning not on his own behalf, but on someone else’s.

“Remember our mutually beneficial arrangements, and how well we know one another, if you know what I mean. You’d do well to not assume I am just threatening you boys.”

She betrayed them, although he couldn’t determine who ‘them’ was.

In one swift motion, he took out his vibroblade and plunged it into the bar counter. The Trandoshan – Cid – flinched. Her eyes roamed around the bar for help that wasn’t there. The two patrons fled the moment they recognized him as a part of the Empire, although not before sending the bar owner a disgusted look.

“It would be wise to start talking now,” CX-2 said. At her hesitation, he continued. “You didn’t seem to mind selling them out for a quick credit before. Why the hesitation?”

Cid silently turned her head away in shame.

In the end, it didn’t take that much force before she was spilling again, and CX-2 left Ord Mantell with a name of a pirate that’s been in contact with the target.

“She’s not a pirate. She’s a liberator of ancient wonders.”

This particular whisper caused him to exhale through his nose sharper than usual. It could almost resemble a chuckle. That was dangerous. It was a good thing he was yet again alone, as he wasn’t sure he would be able to mask it.

Still, what a strange reaction.

The comm on his ship beeped. It was time to report his findings.

The woman had remarkably good instincts. Even without hearing the alarm, she sensed something wasn’t right and pulled out her knife as she approached the ramp. She even gave the hangar one last sweep before boarding. He kept observing her until she boarded the ship and the door closed behind her. Only then he moved.

In a corner of his soul, he was grateful for the droid’s intervention. He would hate it if he had to hurt her—

He stopped going over the data he pulled from her navicomputer, stunned by his own thoughts. He’d hate to hurt her? That was hardly the proper terminology. He was meant to think eliminate, no?

“Got a name, Brown Eyes?”

There it was again, that same whisper. There have been many, but this was the only one that repeated with a certain frequency. He couldn’t figure out why it was so. CX-2 was aware of the fact he was a clone, so what was so special about it? The phenotypic eye color for all clones was brown. And while he was different from the rest, iris pigmentation was not affected by his mutation—

“Aren’t clones supposed to look alike? So much for quality control.”

“She’s not a pirate. She’s a liberator of ancient wonders.”

“Heh. Looks like you have some competition.”

Sounds of wooden classes dully clicking against each other. The sun setting and the lights coming on, resembling stars in the sky.

“Got a name, Brown Eyes?”

He sucked in a breath.

Phee.

Of course, he learned her name from the Trandoshan, but that was Phee. They… knew each other. It was a mere feeling, and he was a logical person after all, but he knew it to be true! She knew him… and the traitors… no… brothers… and the target… little sister who was technically older…

Against the whirlwind of thoughts, Phee’s voice repeated the question. “Got a name, Brown Eyes?”

The cockpit spun around him. His fingers lightly touched his helmet around his eyes, as if to adjust something on them. “Tech.”

Another phantom touch on his shoulder, warm and gentle. “Head to these coordinates, Brown Eyes.”

He needed to find out more.

Reluctantly, he punched the comm button. It would be suspicious if he suddenly went radio-silent.

He found them near the Archium. The name of the structure came to him out of nowhere, like many things did recently. The sense of familiarity the place invoked in him set something off in his very core. CX-2 pushed it asked and pressed a button on his arm.

“Report.”

“I’ve got eyes on the target.”

“Ground them and wait for the division. She must be recovered unharmed! No mistakes this time!”

“And the clones she’s with?”

“If they get in your way, eliminate them.”

CX-2 gripped his rifle. He’d have to make sure they wouldn’t get in his way.

No matter what.

The following hour passed by in an odd hazy blur as two unseen forces battled inside of him. On one hand, there was the need to follow orders. He blew up the ship. He gave the order to destroy every ship and skiff to cut any possible escape route off. He was even ready to give the order to burn the entire island to the ground.

But on the other hand…

He could’ve shot the rogue clone, or blow him up along with the ship, it would have been easier. So why didn’t he? He was meticulous about everything he did. Then why did it appear like he gave the clone enough time to escape the explosion?

“I like to blow things up,” the whisper paused before it rose in volume, “because I like to blow things up!”

At the sight of the ship burning, something screamed inside of him and didn’t stop. It blended with the screams of the civilians fleeing the soldiers. Then there was the attempt to commandeer one of their ships, and he couldn’t bring himself to shoot the clone.

Instead, he shot the pilot.

Usually, the crash would kill anyone on board, but for some reason, deep down CX-2 knew better.

He’d told the mayor he could do worse.

Then why was it impossible for him to do so?

Stars, he even lied to the soldiers he’d neutralized the two when the girl surrendered herself. It was like his body was running on autopilot, mouth detached from the brain.

Clearly, it was naïve of him to expect to find answers here. In the end, he was left only with more questions.

CX-2 escorted the girl to the ship, taking note of the look she threw over her shoulder before he made her move again, and set coordinates back to Tantiss. It wasn’t until the ship shuddered as it jumped into the hyperspace that he heard a quiet sniff.

He chanced a look over his shoulder to find the target hunched in on herself, a single tear running down her cheek.

And that’s when the haze broke and everything became clear.

“We’re a family. Aren’t we?”

“Well, uh, yes. Yes, of course we are.”

“Then why don’t you act like it?”

But he did.

“I may have process moments and thoughts differently, but it does not mean I feel any less than you.”

His grip on the controls turned white, hidden by the black gloves.

“They call him Tech.”

A good-natured shove followed. “Yeah, he can fill your head with useless info for hours.”

He would do anything for his family.

“We have not always agreed with Crosshair, but he still is our brother. We do not leave our own behind.”

They were going to get their brother back. They were going to be a complete family again, they were so close—

“When have we ever followed orders?”

Tech felt nauseous.

What had he done?

Running through every possible scenario, he concluded there was no way out of this. If it was a possibility, contacting Echo would be his best bet if he was still with Rex, seeing as he blew up his own ship and cut his brothers off, but the shuttle’s comms were monitored. The imperials would know immediately if he attempted an unauthorized transmission.

Then there was the matter of his internal homing device. He had no means to remove it from his body safely, so even if he changed the coordinates, Hemlock would keep sending other operatives after them until he succeeded at recapturing them again.

Something told Tech he would not be making it out of that situation alive.

And lastly, there was Omega. He couldn’t tell how much time has passed since Eriadu, but judging by her hair, it must have been months. She had an air of maturity around her, but there was a part of her that was easily excitable. It was impossible to tell if she would be able to keep up the ruse if he revealed himself.

Tech couldn’t risk that. Still, it didn’t stop the decision from eating away at him all the way to Tantiss.

Omega eventually fell into restless sleep, and he took the chance to remove the suicide capsule from his mouth.

There was no turning back now. Hemlock was awaiting their arrival and there was nothing Tech could do. As much as it pained him, he gave his little-big sister a slight shove to keep the appearances.

Then he was dismissed.

As the stasis chamber closed on him, he hoped his brothers would come up with a plan to find her.

Find them.

The base was a mess.

Tech categorized anything he could on his way to intercept his brothers. To a certain degree, he was glad for the initial haze the stasis chamber has left him in, as he was uncertain how he would react to their orders if he was fully himself right away. This way, however, he remained undetected.

Positioned at the vantage point with the rest of the operatives, he spotted his brothers sneaking in through the rubble. He couldn’t help but notice their armor stripped of all color.

It was like before their first ever mission.

Chasing nostalgia away, he took out his rifle and aimed before any other operative could beat him to it. He aimed at Hunter and pulled the trigger, knowing his brother would be able to dodge. It was the most subtle way to alert his squad to their presence.

Then all hell broke loose.

Crosshair watched as the other assassins passed a blade between each other. The one who nearly drowned him on Teth let the blade hover over his wrist before it was raised high into the air.

“You should be more careful with your shooting hand.”

The horror inside of him intensified as he became aware of the assassin’s intention. Time seemed to slow down with the blade’s descend.

Except the pain never came.

The blade suddenly changed the trajectory and was sent flying right at the assassin electrocuting Wrecker nearby. The throw was precise. The assassin’s grip on the staff loosened as he fell, the blade plunging even deeper into the gap in the armor when his body hit the ground.

The foot pinning his wrist to the ground disappeared as the one standing over him shifted his stance, took out his rifle in one swift motion and with no hesitation shot the one who owned the knife. The one who was previously attacking Hunter and Wrecker before being stunned by Crosshair’s explosive shot had barely a second to react before he found himself with a hole in the chest too.

Shocked, Crosshair looked up the last assassin, their gazes meeting.

“I mean it.” The tone switched from menacing to more nonchalant and matter-of-factly. “You really should be more careful, Crosshair.”

Too stunned to speak, Crosshair could only blink. The voice-changer was still active, but the intonation almost reminded him of…

The assassin removed his helmet.

“Tech,” he breathed out in disbelief.

Tech reached out his hand and Crosshair allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. “My apologies. I was waiting for the right time, and in the meantime, I had to avoid suspicion.”

It was impossible. His brother who died on Eriadu after carrying out Plan 99 was standing in front of him, alive. Although in imperial gear. “How—“ Crosshair forced out a single word, but before he could force the rest of the sentence out, Tech was suddenly off his feet in one of Wrecker’s famous bone-crushing hugs.

“Ah, it’s… good to see you too, Wrecker,” Tech wheezed out. The only response he got was a sob.

“All right, Wrecker, put him down before you squeeze the living lights out of him,” Crosshair said.

After a few more sniffs and being convinced Tech was indeed real and alive and not a fragment of his imagination, Wrecker did so. It was obvious he wanted to ask the same question as Crosshair, but changed his mind last minute and instead shoved their brother. “Don’t you ever dare to do something like that ever again, you hear?!”

Tech’s mouth opened, a retort no doubt on the tip of his tongue, when a groan coming from a nearby rubble cut him off. They all spun on their heels immediately and rushed to their leader. While he and Wrecker worked on getting the debris off Hunter, Tech hovered over him, scanning for injuries.

Hunter blinked the daze away, meeting his now-alive brother’s eyes. He then clocked his other two brothers and sighed. “We’re dead, aren’t we.”

“No,” Tech replied. “Although, you came close quite a few times. We… all did.”

The implication hung heavily in the air, but they all knew this wasn’t the time or place to demand answers.

“Later,” Tech promised. “Now,” he motioned to the burning base, “Echo or Omega?”

“Take a guess,” Crosshair replied.

After a moment, Tech nodded to himself. “Omega.”

“I never took you for a sniper rifle type,” Hunter filled in the silence as they ran through the base in search for Omega. “It’s more of Crosshair’s thing.”

“I am not,” Tech replied, “but they didn’t exactly ask me what my preferences were.”

Crosshair wordlessly held out his blaster. Tech, appreciating the offering, took the sniper rifle off his back and swapped it.

They met with Echo and Omega and all the freed clones near the detention block.

At last, Tech allowed himself to fall to his knees and spread his arms in anticipation of Omega’s hug. He was never too big on physical contact, but this time, it was a necessity. For both of them.

“I’m sorry. Omega. I’m so sorry,” he murmured.

“It’s not your fault,” Omega pulled back and placed her hands on his cheeks. “They made you do it.”

Omega was always observant. Helmet or not, his attire remained the same, so it should be no wonder she connected the dots. He wanted to protest, but she was having none of it. She wiped her tears, her eyes sparked with determination.

“Let’s make him pay.”

They surrounded Hemlock on a bridge outside. He was a far cry from his usual put-together look, with his hair being a mess and a crazed look in his eyes.

He lost.

Tech could sense the thirst for revenge from all around him.

Hemlock turned to look at him, their gazes locked.

“You,” he hissed. “How did you—“ he cut himself off.

“You sound surprised,” Tech stated. “It should have been obvious after you failed with Crosshair. I might have been more susceptible due to my injuries after the fall, but you should have known it wouldn’t last. We’re deviant after all. It’s in our nature.”

The crazed look intensified. “We’ll see about that. You’ve been compromised!” he yelled. “Eliminate yourself right no—“

It was Crosshair who broke the tension with the first shot right to Hemlock’s chest.

His hand didn’t shake.

The chain reaction was instant. All freed clones carrying a weapon aimed and shot and shot and shot until the force of the bolts sent Hemlock’s body over the railing into the jungle below.

Tech watched with cold detachment. This time, he was certain. There was no surviving that.

Several pairs of eyes turned to him. He blinked, snapping back to reality. “Your worries are unwarranted. I already removed my suicide capsule.”

Hunter huffed a laugh. “Of course you have.”

It hasn’t been easy readjusting to normal life after everything they’ve been through. Then again, they were never normal.

Tech already lost track of how many times he woke up screaming when the nightmares of Tantiss plagued him in the middle of the night. Thankfully, the comfort was never far. It came either in a form of a mere presence and reassuring words of his brothers and sister, an embrace from Phee, or the weight of the Lurca hound named Batcher Omega tamed and took with her the first time she escaped Tantiss.

At first, he’d been wary, but he came to care for the creature.

Some days were good. Some days the shame of what he’d done as Empire’s assassin weighted heavy on him. Shep’s words were true once again; the people of Pabu were resilient and rebuilt the damage he was responsible for after the imperial forces left.

It… wasn’t very comforting.

During those days, talking about it with Echo helped, since he was the most familiar with the feeling. He hid it well, but the time he’d spent on Skako Minor as The Algorithm responsible for countless of his brothers’ lives weighted heavy on him too.

Crosshair was a great help too. As Hunter said before the mission where they’d saved Echo, he wasn’t much of a conversationalist, but Tech was content sitting with him in silence, the quiet understanding surrounding them.

However, he wasn’t the only one affected.

It was hard to not notice the look of guilt Wrecker was watching him with from afar, even though he had nothing to be guilty of. It was Tech’s own decision to resort to Plan 99. He even said so out loud, but he knew it would take Wrecker a long time to accept it, if ever.

There were also those worried looks every time he was somewhere more elevated or was walking next to the railing when they were going to the docks. In the first case, they watched him like hawks, ready to jump at the slightest sign of trouble – even if he was only four feet off the ground. In the second case, someone always subtly-not-so-subtly wedged themselves between him and the railing. Omega rushing into various rooms with fear in her eyes only for it to disappear when she spotted him also became a regular occurrence.

He learned the hard way not to disappear on the bad days for too long after she broke down near the cave where he sought the solitude. Apparently, he’d been gone for hours and nobody could find him at any of his usual places.

And Phee…

When their ship touched back down on Pabu, she was already there, waiting for him. The moment his feet touched the ground, he found himself in yet another embrace. There was no hesitation on Tech’s side and he pulled her close.

“I’m glad you kept your word and haven’t run off with any other pirate or smuggler,” she said.

Tech didn’t comment on how her voice was thick with emotion. Instead, he opted for a simple: “I’m here now.”

Phee chuckled. “Better late than dead, I always say.”

“—you always say,” he said the last part in union. “You know, those were the exact words that began the process of breaking the conditioning.”

“Were they now?” she asked, intrigued. “Well, I’m glad I was able to help.”

Tech smiled. “You helped more than you realize.”

Phee hummed, and before Tech realized what was happening, there were lips pressing against his. They were gone as fast as they appeared, but the fluttering in his stomach remained. “Now come on,” she turned around and began to walk away, “let’s get all your friends settled.”

He blinked after her retreating form until a choked chuckle broke his trance. “What?” He saw his squad – his family – huddled together with various looks on their faces.

Wrecker was giving him two enthusiastic thumbs up, Hunter was smiling, Echo was also smiling but more smugly, Crosshair looked like he would be rather anywhere than here, and Omega was chuckling, her palms pressed against her lower face.

“Tech, you’re blushing,” she said, mirth lacing her voice.

“I guess it was inevitable,” Crosshair commented. “You two were made for each other. She flies like a maniac too.”

There was a story behind it, but for another time.

So, yes, readjusting hasn’t been easy, but they managed. They understood when Echo eventually joined Rex again, but the rest of them remained on Pabu. As civilians.

While his brothers took up work in the docks – Wrecker especially enjoyed his time on the sea –, Tech found meaning and joy in teaching the next generation all his skills. It took others two standard years before they allowed him to strike a deal with a person on another junkyard planet in the Outer Rim for him to take his apprentices there to practice their skills.

The agreement was way more mutually beneficial than the one with Cid. The junkyard owners got to sell whatever they fixed and gave them a portion of the profit, or if they managed to fix something they deemed unsalvageable, they got to keep it.

Even then, he wasn’t alone. Phee was always accompanying his group, not that he minded.

“You never know,” she shrugged as she boarded, “there might be a treasure there,” she said, winking at Omega.

But most importantly, Omega finally for to have a normal childhood. They watched their little-big sister grow up until it was time for her to go on her own journey. As he sat on the porch of his and Phee’s own home watching the ship fly off into the night, only one thing was on his mind:

In the end, it was all worth it.

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Feel The Music

Warnings: 18+, threesome, DP, p in the v (also p in the b), ALLLLLLLL the smut, everything, absolutely filthy. MINORS IF YOU ARE HERE I WILL COME THROUGH THIS SCREEN AND SLAP YOU BACK INTO YOUR MOTHER

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It had been a long day of meetings, interviews and rehearsing. Jake wanted to run through everything one more time before heading back to the hotel for the night. You opted to stay with him for company. The crew and everyone else called it quits about an hour and a half ago.

Touring with the band as an assistant, you ended up being more of a friend to the guys than you were an employee.

After cleaning up the mess in the dressing room, you found Jake in his usual spot on stage, so focused that he didn't even notice you. You found yourself wandering the stage, plopping yourself behind his amps. This is normally where Danny's drum tech sat, readily available during the whole show. You spun around on the stool before a riff stopped you dead in your tracks.

The vibrations from the amplifiers running through your body were going straight to your core.

"Jakey. Jakeeeee," you shouted. But he couldn't hear you. He continued to play, his eyes screwed shut in focus. You could see the way his back muscles moved with every strum. Every note. You could feel yourself soaking through your panties.

Looking around at the dark side stage you spun back around, leaning against the amps. Surely he would still be another 30 minutes. What's 1 minute to yourself?

Your fingertips danced atop your bare thighs, pulling your green sundress up higher. You peeked over your shoulder at Jake as he continued to play and resumed your position on the chair. Opening your legs wider, you grazed over your clothed core. Sucking your bottom lip in between your teeth as you felt how wet you were.

You let the music carry your movements. Circling your clit lightly and parting your lips in response. You tipped your head back to rest along the backside of the amp, feeling even more of the vibrations. Picking up speed you let out a small moan, halting your movements in hopes that Jake wouldn't hear you and know what you were up to. As he continued to play, moving into the most intense solo of the setlist, you yanked your panties to the side and slid a finger through your folds. Lightly pushing two fingers into yourself just the way you liked. Using your left hand, you continued the fast paced circles on your bundle, driving yourself mad.

You opened your eyes and standing at the back of the stage with his mouth nearly on the floor was Sam. Your eyes went wide in panic but you couldn't stop. You were so close. You thrust your fingers inside of yourself at the same pace of Jake's solo. Never breaking eye contact. You wanted to hide yourself away. You knew this was wrong, but maybe it was a heat of the moment thing.

You nodded your head towards him, signaling for him to come closer. He hesitated before slowly walking towards you. His eyes shooting from yours to your hands and back up again. You swore you almost saw his dick twitch. He knelt in front of you. And just as Jake's solo came to a finish, so did you. Your orgasm taking over you so violently you started to let out a moan before Sam pressed the palm of his hand against your mouth, silencing you.

Your eyes searched his and as you moved your hands away, he leaned in to your ear.

"If you stay quiet he won't know a thing." He growled. You nodded your understanding and pushed your underwear off your legs. Sam picked them up and tucked them into his jeans pocket. He removed his palm from your mouth but instead pushed his thumb past your lips. "Fuck, Y/N. You naughty girl. Getting yourself off to my brother playing. That's hot."

You swirled your tonge around his digit as his other hand slid up your leg. Popping his thumb out of your mouth you whisper in his ear, "Sammy, can you make me cum again? Please. Please- I-"

Just as soon as the words leave your mouth, his fingers are circling your clit again. Sending you lurching forward away from the amp. His left hand is splayed out on your chest, holding you against the amp.

"You are going to have to stay still or else he will notice." He slides a finger into your pussy. "Fuck, you're tight."

He adds another, his fingers stretching you out more than your own. The callouses on his figertips are just the perfect amount of rough. Thrusting them in and out of you faster.

"Dirty little girl. Come on. Cum for me. Cum for Jake." His words are swirling around in your head and you are thrown into your next orgasm. Unfortunately this time, you don't realize Jake is done playing in time to stop the moan that slips past your lips.

......

"What the fuck." Jake says as he peers over the top of his amps. Looking down at you, his assistant and one of his best friends...being finger fucked by his brother.

Sam pulls out of you and smirks up at Jake. "Someone was having a little fun by herself. Getting off to you playing when I found her. Figured I'd help." Your cheeks flush red with embarrassment.

You brush the skirt of your dress back down and stand up. "Jake- I- I'm-"

"Y/N," Jake says as he slings his guitar off his shoulder and llaces it in the stand. "You were getting yourself off to MY playing?"

You look down at your feet. "Yes. I was. I'm sorry. It won't happen again." You feel tears ready to roll past your lashes and quickly go to move past him. He grabs your arm and pulls you into his chest. The smell of sweat and cologne taking over your senses.

"It's my turn." Jake pushes his glasses on top of his head and pulls you into a deep kiss. He intertwines his fingers in yours and drags you towards the dressing room down the hall. Shouting over his shoulder, "You coming, Sammy?" And not a moment later, Sam is on your heels.

You barely have a chance to realize what has happened before Jake has you pressed up against the wall. "Say no and it'll stop, okay?"

"Yes. Ok. But please. Someone touch me." You gasp as he sinks to his knees and licks a stripe up your soaked core.

Sam lounges back on the couch, watching. Waiting.

You knew Jake was good with his fingers. His playing showed that. But his mouth was incredible. Sucking your clit into his mouth and rolling his tongue against it made your knees buckle. You felt yourself getting closer as your hands tangled into his hair.

"Jakeeee," you whined. "Please. Please cane I cum?"

He breaks away for a moment. Your whining and moaning coninuing. "Oh NOW you want to ask my permission? To cum in my presence? Fine. Do it. Cum in my mouth then." He resumes his attck on your cunt. And with a few more circles of his tongue, your thighs shut around the side of his head, trembling.

"YES Thank you, Jake," you yell out. Your legs feel weak and he scoops you up and brings you to the couch. Placing you in between the both of them. You feel exhausted and your chest is rising and falling rapidly.

Sam pulls you over to straddle his lap. Kissing your exposed chest and neck. "Think you got one more in you?" You nod a yes. And he lifts you up enough to push his jeans down and pull his cock out.

You line yourself up and slowly sink down onto him. Both of you moaning at the feeling. You unbuttom his shirt and splay your hands out on his toned chest. Letting you move at your own pace, Sam lounges back into the armrest of the couch.

As your start to ride him, you feel Jakes hands sneak around your waist and pull your dress up and over your head. Your breasts bouncing with every movement. He kisses along your spine, up your shoulders and neck until he get's to your ear.

"What do you want, baby?" He growls low.

"I- I want you both. At the same time." Your eyes shoot down to Sam who has his fingers interlocked behind his head. A smirk playing at his lips.

"Dirty girl likes to play. Go ahead Jake. If that's what the lady wishes for." Sam says nonchalantly.

"I'm going to go slow. I don't want to hurt you." Jake says and you nod. Behind you, you can hear him undo his belt and push his jeans down. He spits on his hand and runs it up and down his length. "Okay, are you ready?" You stop your movements on Sam's cock and nod.

Jake pushes you down towards Sam's chest, giving him an easier angle. Sam takes the opportunity to grab your face and kiss you. Licking into your mouth. Spreading your ass, Jake eases into your rear slowly. You moan into Sam's mouth and clench around the both of them.

A low "fuck" escaping Jake as he stills inside you, now all the way to the hilt. Letting you adjust, Sam slowly moves his hips. You gasp at the fullness. "Please, Jakey, please." You beg.

Jake and Sam slowly thrust into you. Making sure you are ok and aren't hurt. You start to move your hips with theirs and moans start escaping your lips. Begging them to keep going, faster.

Jake grabs your hips and thrusts harder into you. You throw your head back in pleasure. Sam below you is absolutely in awe, watching your fucked out expression change as your get closer to your end. He decides to cirle your clit with his thumb again.

"God yes, Sammy. Please."

"Give it to us, baby. Let go. One more, you can do it." Jake whispers behind you. With a few more swirls of your clit, you are thrown over the edge of your orgasm. Followed by the both of them, spilling into you. Filling you up. You lean your head back against Jake's chest as your eyebrows knit together and you cum again immediately. Screaming their names.

"Fucking hell," Sam says below you. Eyes blown wide with lust.

Jake is the first to pull out of you, slowly. And then he helps Sam lift you off of him before carrying you to the en suite bathroom.

The three of you climb into the shower, absolutely exhausted and in shock of how the events even transpired.

You get shy all of a sudden. Realizing what has officially happened. Sam noticing right away takes your lower jaw and tilts it up to his face before giving you a soft kiss. Jake starts to wash your hair gently.

"Don't even start to apologize, Y/n." Jake says, "it was perfect."

You continue on in blissful silence in the shower, letting them take care of you before stepping out and throwing on an extra pair of clothes Jake had in his bag.

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Resources and study tips to get you in cyber forensics

Master post • Part1 • part2

let's get you prepped to be a cyber sleuth without spending any cash. Here’s the ultimate tips and resources.

Ps: you can't become one while doing these pointers but you can experience the vibe so you can finally find your career interest

### 1. **Digital Scavenger Hunts**

- **CTF Challenges (Capture The Flag)**: Dive into platforms like [CTFtime](https://ctftime.org/) where you can participate in cyber security challenges. It's like playing *Among Us* but with hackers—find the imposter in the code!

- **Hunt A Killer (Digitally)**: Create your own digital crime scenes. Ask friends to send you files (like images, PDFs) with hidden clues. Your job? Find the Easter eggs and solve the case.

### 2. **YouTube University**

- **Cyber Sleuth Tutorials**: Channels like *HackerSploit* and *The Cyber Mentor* have playlists covering digital forensics, cybersecurity, and more. Binge-watch them like your fave Netflix series, but here you're learning skills to catch bad guys.

- **Live Streams & Q&A**: Jump into live streams on platforms like Twitch where cybersecurity experts solve cases in real-time. Ask questions, get answers, and interact with the pros.

### 3. **Public Libraries & eBook Treasure Hunts**

- **Library eBooks**: Most libraries have eBooks or online resources on digital forensics. Check out titles like *"Hacking Exposed"* or *"Digital Forensics for Dummies"*. You might have to dig through the catalog, but think of it as your first case.

- **LinkedIn Learning via Library**: Some libraries offer free access to LinkedIn Learning. If you can snag that, you've got a goldmine of courses on cybersecurity and forensics.

### 4. **Virtual Study Groups**

- **Discord Servers**: Join cybersecurity and hacking communities on Discord. They often have study groups, challenges, and mentors ready to help out. It's like joining a digital Hogwarts for hackers.

- **Reddit Threads**: Subreddits like r/cybersecurity and r/hacking are packed with resources, advice, and study buddies. Post your questions, and you’ll get a whole thread of answers.

### 5. **DIY Labs at Home**

- **Build Your Own Lab**: Got an old PC or laptop? Turn it into a practice lab. Install virtual machines (VMware, VirtualBox) and play around with different operating systems and security tools. It’s like Minecraft but for hacking.

- **Log Your Own Activity**: Turn on logging on your own devices and then try to trace your own steps later. You’re basically spying on yourself—no NSA required.

### 6. **Community College & University Open Courses**

- **Free Audit Courses**: Many universities offer free auditing of cybersecurity courses through platforms like Coursera, edX, and even YouTube. No grades, no stress, just pure learning.

- **MOOCs**: Massive Open Online Courses often have free tiers. Try courses like "Introduction to Cyber Security" on platforms like FutureLearn or edX.

### 7. **Scour GitHub**

- **Open-Source Tools**: GitHub is full of open-source forensic tools and scripts. Clone some repositories and start tinkering with them. You’re basically getting your hands on the tools real investigators use.

- **Follow the Code**: Find projects related to digital forensics, follow the code, and see how they work. Contribute if you can—bonus points for boosting your resume.

### 8. **Local Meetups & Online Conferences**

- **Free Virtual Conferences**: Many cybersecurity conferences are virtual and some offer free access. DEF CON has a lot of free content, and you can find tons of talks on YouTube.

- **Hackathons**: Look for free entry hackathons—often universities or tech companies sponsor them. Compete, learn, and maybe even win some gear.

### 9. **DIY Challenges**

- **Create Your Own Scenarios**: Get a friend to simulate a hack or data breach. You try to solve it using whatever tools and resources you have. It's like escape rooms, but digital.

- **Pen & Paper Simulation**: Before diving into digital, try solving forensic puzzles on paper. Map out scenarios and solutions to get your brain wired like a detective.

### 10. **Stay Updated**

- **Podcasts & Blogs**: Tune into cybersecurity podcasts like *Darknet Diaries* or follow blogs like *Krebs on Security*. It’s like getting the tea on what’s happening in the cyber world.

### 11. **Free Software & Tools**

- **Autopsy**: Free digital forensics software that helps you analyze hard drives and mobile devices. Think of it as your magnifying glass for digital clues.

- **Wireshark**: A free tool to see what's happening on your network. Catch all the data packets like you're a digital fisherman.

### 12. **Online Forensics Communities**

- **Free Webinars & Workshops**: Join communities like the *SANS Institute* for free webinars. It's like attending a masterclass but from the comfort of your gaming chair.

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biblomaniac · 9 months ago

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Courage 10/02

Courage.

“Strength in the face of pain or grief.”

Kara built her courage. Welded it from the molten rubble of Krypton. Forged in the icy depths of the Phantom Zone. Fabricated it with the bare thread of humanity she hid behind.

Courage was difficult. Tiring. Worthless without hope to compel it. Kara’s hope had long run out. It fizzled out the moment Lena stepped through that portal leaving her encased in the poisonous remains of her home world.

After the melancholy of Lena’s betrayal came the anger. Over the passing months, the anger mellowed into disappointment and resentment. At Lena, her friends, her family, and herself most of all.

There was no reason to truly uphold the facade anymore. Lena was the last person close to her who didn’t know. Everyone else was just passing faces in the night, none so important as to truly hide herself from.

She moved through the days automatically. Wake up, dress, go to work at CatCo, be Supergirl, return home, sleep, and repeat. Game nights and trips to Al’s stopped. Sending silly texts with numerous emojis and gifs of cute animals trickled to nothing.

“Kara, you need to move on. I get that you’re disappointed about Lena, I do. But she showed her true colors. She’s a Luther through and through-“

“Get out,” the blonde said. Her voice was flat, emotionless.

Shocked at the swift dismissal, Alex paused her rant, “What?”

Kara’s tone left no room for argument, “I’m sick of everyone placating me with false truths. Yes, she hurt me, but she’s not evil. She’s hurting, and I’m that one that caused it. So don’t sit here and lecture me about my feelings as if you understand anything about this.”

“You know what? Fine. Don’t come crying to me the next time she breaks your heart.” With that parting remark, Alex turns on her heel, exiting the apartment.

She’ll never understand. I was too much of a coward, and I hurt the person I love the most. So much for the Paragon of Hope.

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Another day, another failed attempt to pick up the shattered pieces of her life.

Non Nocere was a failure. She was a fool to believe she could neutralize humanity’s inclination to anger, hurt, and violence. Lex, as always, was a madman intent to make the world suppliant to him or watch it burn.

Lena had had enough. There was no point running from the truth. She had been rash; too quick to anger and too slow to forgiveness.

At first, it was the spitting anger. Lena thought there was no way in hell she could ever forgive Supergirl for lying to her. After months of isolation and intense introspection, the embarrassment of her actions kept her from reaching out to Kara.

Taking another sip from tumbler in her hand, Lena resumed her work with the soldering iron. All she had now was whisky and her tech. It wasn’t much, but she could survive with it if she had to.

One of the biggest downsides to Earth Prime was having to reinvent copious amounts of projects she had completed on Earth-38. The scientist found herself lost in the long process of reengineering the gadgets.

Unfortunately, it seems she may have slipped a bit too far into her mind. It takes a moment too long for her brain to register the burning pain ripping across her hand as the conical tip slices through the flesh of her palm.

“FUCK,” Lena exclaims, dropping the tool onto the table.

She stumbles out of her chair gripping her wrist in shock, staring wide eyed at the blood welling rapidly from her hand. The pain and alcohol release a shockwave of pint up frustration and fear. Tears begin to flow her eyes from what feels like an endless chasm of misery.

Her knees buckle, sending her down to the cold tile of her private home office. She makes no attempt to stem the bleeding, no attempt to rise from the ground. She just sits there, watching as the pain and turmoil of the last year becomes physical manifest.

———————————————

Supergirl is completing her final round of patrol for the day when she hears it.

“FUCK!”

Kara halts her flight, tuning her hearing completely to Lena. She hears a crash, a thump, and the beginning of broken sobs. In the next second, she’s immediately soaring through the sky towards the penthouse.

At the balcony, she pauses momentarily. It’s been months since she was last here. Lena has made it more than clear that Kara isn’t welcome, but the need to make sure the brunette is okay dwarfs the concerns for the long-term consequences of her actions. Kara grabs the handle, popping the door from its lock and sliding it open.

Lena is going to be so pissed at me. I’ll have to come back to fix this later.

The brunettes sobs are even louder now. It makes her Kryptonian heart race at the thought that something terrible has happened. Moving through the austere home, she audibly locates Lena in her lab. Once again, the closed door is gently forced open.

The first thing her eyes focus on is the red painting the white table, then her eyes move to the crumpled form just feet away. The hero speeds over, crouching low to examine her ex-friend.

“Lena?! What wrong?” She asks quickly, hands hovering above the shaking form.

Watery emerald eyes, focusing on Kara’s form as the emotional woman chokes on a sob.

“K-Kara? What are you doing here?” She asked confusedly, shielding one had close to her midsection.

“I heard you cuss, and a crash. I thought something terrible had happened. Where is that blood coming from?” She questions, worried Lena is hiding a wound in her abdomen.

Wiping her tears with a shaky hand, Lena protests the attention, “What do you care? Just me alone.”

Kara’s not taken aback. It’s been nearly a year of this bitter back and forth between them. But this time, she’s not going to run at the first round of dismissal.

“No. You’re hurt. I can’t leave until I know you’re okay.”

A wet laugh escapes Lena’s throat. “That’s rich coming from you. You’ve left even other time, why’s this one different?”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Every time I tried to reconcile you’ve shut me down and turned me away—“

The alcohol and blood loss must have been getting to her, because under no other circumstance could Lena imagine having the courage to be truthful after all this time.

“Because you hurt me! I let you have the power to hurt me. You never felt bad about it, just moved on with life as usual until I betrayed you. And once the anger turned to doubt I was too cowardly to apologize…”

She’s sorry? Oh Rao, she doesn’t hate me! I can fix this, fix us. I can make us right again!

“It’s okay…I shouldn’t have lied, and I should never have just moved on as if nothing had happened. It’s my biggest regret, Lena. Let me help you, and then we can…we can fix us,” the blonde clasps her hands her counterparts gently pulling her arms away from her stomach.

Lena hisses through her teeth trying to shield her hand from any further pain. Now that Kara can clearly see the wound, she internally lets out a sigh of relief that it’s just her hand, and not anything internal. Sucking on a breath, she blows a stream of cool air onto the cut, covering the hand in a thin layer of frost.

“That should help for a moment. I’ll get some bandages okay?”

She doesn’t wait for a respond before using her X-Ray vision to locate the first aid kit in the closet by the wall. Within minutes, Lena’s hand is cleaned, medicated and bandaged.

Lena watches silently. The fight has drained out of her and the overwhelming loss of Kara is soothed slightly as the hero tenderly cares for her.

“There, all better.” Kara announces quietly, giving Lena a shaky smile.

A single tear slips from a jade eye, “I’m so tired. So sick of feeling broken,” she croaks.

A tanned thumb wipes it away before softly rubbing a pale cheek. “So am I, but I never felt broken with you, Lena. Can we just, can we go back to what we had?”

Jade eyes hide behind pale lids. “I don’t want what we had.” She whispers.

“What, what do you want?” The blonde asks shakily.

Turning her head away, Lena confesses, “I’m scared.”

“Of me?” she asks, thinly veiled horror in her voice.

Shaking her head, “Of what I want.”

“What do you want, Lena?”

“I want you.”

Courage was difficult. Tiring. Worthless without hope to compel it. But now? Kara’s hope was sparked anew. It fizzled to life as Kara leaned forward pressing a lasting kiss to the apple of Lena’s cheek.

“I want you too, always.”

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