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[neon-junkie]

Private Affairs

Summary: Tasked with finding the General and the Captain, Dogma stumbles right into the midst of a private affair. To make things even worse, he rather enjoys the view… that is, until he's caught.

Word count: 4k

Tags: Established relationship, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Confrontation, Handjobs, Smut, Praise, Military ranks, Cuckolding, Virginity, First time, Dom/sub.

Pairing: Dogma x f!Reader x Rex

Curiosity killed the lothcat, but satisfaction brought it back - or so, that’s how the phrase goes. And as satisfying as this sight may be, he knows that curiosity will be the death of him.

He shouldn’t be watching. He should not be watching, let alone enjoying the view, palming his hard cock over his under armour, his codpiece abandoned long ago. It’s not like he can help it, seeing as the poor man is a virgin through and through. It’s been drilled into his mind by the Kaminoan’s that sexual activity is strictly forbidden, but if his General and Captain can go at it, then it doesn’t hurt to watch, right?

The he in question is Dogma - a straight edge, punctual, and obedient Trooper.

Poor little Dogma was given the order to find the General and Captain, and inform them about the next stage in their current mission. They weren’t in any of the tents, nor in the surrounding area. The gunships were clear, leaving the Captain’s ship as the only remaining option.

The door was open, a clear sign that somebody was aboard, only Dogma wasn’t expecting to find them tucked away in the cockpit, kriffing like their lives depended on it. Better yet, Dogma wasn’t expecting the cockpit’s door to be wide open, welcoming just about anybody to catch them in the act!

Maybe this was some weird fetish that Dogma had been unintentionally roped into, or maybe they were too horny to shut the damn door!

Still, Dogma was the poor soul who had found you and your Captain going at it. He should have turned, ran, and never spoke a word; instead, Dogma caught himself mindlessly gorming at the action, like a Cadet discovering holoporn for the first time.

Not that Dogma has ever watched holoporn…

Dogma refuses to dabble in anything sexual. He will, on an extremely rare occasion, have a drink or two, but always manages to resist the urge to get drunk! He doesn’t smoke, nor do drugs, and only swears during life or death circumstances. All in all, he’s a total virgin, which would explain why his eyes are prying to a whole new level.

And when he thought things couldn’t get any worse, he felt himself hardening, causing his codpiece to bulge uncomfortably. It took him a lot of convincing to remove the armour, seeing as it was causing him discomfort, just like it took even more convincing to let him finally touch himself.

“Just do it to help the pain… or until it goes down… or until they stop… or-” Dogma told himself, biting down hard on his lower lip to prevent himself from letting out a moan. How wonderful it felt, jerking off to the sight of his General being kriffed, all by Captain Rex, of course.

Everybody had a hunch that something was going on between those two, but nobody had ever caught them! How funny it is that Dogma is the one to discover the truth, and kriff, the truth is that they have some really intimate sex. Rex has you pushed face-down over the cockpit’s dashboard, taking you from behind. Your legs are spread, arms behind your back, with Rex’s hand firmly holding them in place. The ‘slap slap slap!’ sound of skin against skin is echoing around the ship - a warning for those with prying eyes, although that hasn’t stopped Dogma.

Throughout moans and groans, you’re mumbling away. “G-gotta hurry up, Rex. Someone’s going to come looking for us soon,” you pant, and you’re met with a shrug.

Dogma feels himself tense up at your comment - are you aware that he’s there, watching you two? Does the force work like that? Or is Dogma awful at being stealthy?

Still, if you two are aware of Dogma’s presence, it hasn’t changed anything. You’re still kriffing away, eager to let out some frustrations, and relieve yourselves before regaining your focus on the mission at hand. The last thing that the squad needs is a sexually frustrated General and Captain!

By now, your ass and the back of your thighs have turned red from Rex’s armour pounding against you. The sight only causes Dogma to stir even more, biting his knuckles as he feels himself getting closer. Sure, he’s touched himself here and there, but refuses to make a habit out of it. Plus, it’s difficult to get the time and privacy when you’re a soldier, but the others seem to make do.

Better yet, you and Rex seem to manage it. How did this all start? How long has this been going on for? Dogma would never dream of approaching his General with sexual intentions, unless you came onto Rex?

And if you came onto somebody else, how would that go? Dogma finds himself picturing what things would be like if you propositioned him instead - uneducated, timid, and total virgin. He wouldn’t even know where to start, let alone how to touch you. Although, Dogma knows you’re the type who would be eager to teach him. Could he ever kriff you like that? Pounding you deep and hard, making you cum untouched like Rex is right now?

With that, Rex lets out a long and deep groan, slamming his cock deep and spilling inside of you. Dogma firmly grasps the base of his cock to prevent himself from climaxing when Rex pulls out of you, revealing your used cunt, dripping with his load. How he longs to be in that position, filling his General up like it’s nobody’s business!

Now, the issues really begin to arise. You and Rex have finished your business, and now that you’re distracted cleaning each other up, Dogma has the perfect opportunity to sneak away. He needs to get his ass out of there now!

Pulling his under armour up and into place, Dogma begins searching for his codpiece. He could have sworn that he left it between his feet, yet it’s nowhere to be seen! It doesn’t help that the ship is dark, and somewhat cluttered with your personal belongings, but it was right there, wasn’t it?

Rummaging around, Dogma walks straight into his worst nightmare. He bends down to retrieve what he thought was his codpiece, but after realising that nope, that’s not it, he bangs his head on an overhead pipe.

DONG!

The sound is loud enough to be heard throughout the campsite, so undoubtedly, you and Rex overheard it! “Who’s there?” you question as you whip around, no longer sharing a few final kisses with Rex before exiting the ship to face your Troops. Instead, you’re darting across the cockpit to push a few buttons, lighting the ship’s hull within an instant.

And you’re met with an unbelievable sight…

One hand rubbing his bruising forehead, Dogma makes eye contact with you. The fear is apparent, given that all the colour has drained from his face, and he looks just about ready to collapse.

Rex speaks up before you can, simply questioning, “Dogma?”

No reply. He’s getting sweatier by the minute, so sweaty that his face tattoo might just melt away!

“Dogma?” you repeat his name. Before you can even finish your next sentence, Dogma begins begging for forgiveness. “What were you doin-”

“-I’m sorry!” He practically yells. “I didn’t mean to! I was sent to look for you two, and I just… it happened, alright?!”

Tears are threatening to spill from Dogma’s waterline. To him, this is the end of it all. No doubt, he’ll be blackmailed into keeping his mouth shut (not that it would open anyway,) then sent off for decommissioning.

“-Dogma, it’s alright!” you cut his apology short. “We’re not mad, okay?”

“I don’t believe you,” Dogma replies, firmly shaking his head.

“She means it,” Rex chimes in. “We’re not mad. Nothing is going to happen to you, understood, Trooper?”

Still as white as a ghost, Dogma sheepishly nods his head, begrudgingly accepting both of your reassurance. You might not decommission him, but you will certainly punish him, seeing as he was getting off to your little shenanigans.

Bridging the gap, you approach him. Dogma refuses to make eye contact, keeping his head down and arms at his side. He’s more than embarrassed - he feels like his soul has left his body, and you’re certainly not going to help him retrieve it. Or so, he thinks.

You look back at Rex, who remains in the cockpit, before turning back to Dogma. A hand comes up to gently cup his chin, forcing him to look forward, although his eyes remain down, refusing to look at you.

“Look at me, Dogma,” you order. It takes him a few seconds, followed by a large gulp of air, before Dogma can finally meet your gaze. His stomach is churning away, threatening to throw up his ration bars, all whilst his body begins shaking from pure fear.

“What were you doing?” you ask.

Dogma yanks his chin from your grasp, returning his gaze to the floor, yet he doesn’t run away. His body is failing him, glueing his feet to the floor, unable to escape this madness.

“Dogma,” you say his name, but with sternness. The Trooper in question ignores you, his fingertips fidgeting with each other as his nerves control his every movement.

After letting out a deep sigh, you fall back onto a method that you hate doing. Dogma is a soldier, and seeing as you’re his General, he has to follow your every order.

“Stand at attention,” you order. Automatically, Dogma snaps upright, his arms falling to his sides as his eyes look forwards, straight past you. It’s not eye contact, but it’s better than the whimpering state he was in before.

“To repeat myself, Trooper, you are not in trouble. No harm is going to come your way, but that doesn’t mean that you won’t be questioned. Understood?”

“Understood, General,” Dogma agrees with a firm nod. There’s still fear deep within his eyes, although you notice that his breathing is beginning to relax. It’s not much, but it’s progress.

“And Captain,” Rex chimes in. He’s moved from the cockpit, taking his place beside you and Dogma. Rex is essentially in the background, but his presence is known.

“And Captain,” Dogma corrects himself.

Rex lets out a soft, “good,” before letting you continue.

After sending Rex a scolding look, you silently browse Dogma’s form before speaking up again. “I want to know what you were doing, Trooper. Don’t skip out on any details.”

Dogma gulps. He lets out an uneasy breath, and with much difficulty, begins his confession. “Like I said before, the other Troopers ordered me to go and find you both so that we could go over the next stages of the mission. When I boarded your ship, I was completely unaware of what I’d find. The cockpit door was wide open, and I… stumbled upon you two…”

“That would be my fault,” Rex chuckles. “I got a little carried away, forgot to secure the area before diving right in.”

“You have such a way with words,” you sigh, earning another chuckle from Rex. “Do continue, Trooper.”

Dogma pauses once more, only this time, he makes eye contact. There’s a silent plea deep within his gaze, but you don’t let up. After a few seconds of silence, and accepting his fate, Dogma continues.

“I… you two… It was so… out there in the open, and I couldn’t help but watch. I know I shouldn’t have! But… I don’t know what came over me, I was so engulfed in it…”

This time, you’re the silent one. You raise a brow, questioning Dogma’s words. You’re well aware how straight edge he is, sometimes being called uptight by the other Troopers. But to become that engulfed in seeing people have sex? Has this man ever seen it before?

Well, what if he hasn’t? There must be a reason why the other Troopers tease him, calling him a virgin, and every other innocent name under the sun. Maker, has Dogma even seen boobs before?!

“Are you…” your words fall flat, and you put thought into how to word this. “Dogma, I know you don’t… do that stuff, but you have seen people having sex before, right? Holoporn, or something like that?”

Dogma’s colour begins to fade again, and suddenly, you understand why Dogma became so engrossed. “I don’t… uh, Kamino doesn’t have access to such things. We’re discouraged when it comes to… intimacy. I know the other Troopers tend to watch it, but I…”

“Interesting,” you sigh. Crossing your arms across your chest, you playfully bounce on your heels before straightening your figure. All this prying is rather fascinating, and dare you admit it, but it’s giving you… ideas.

“Tell me,” you speak up again. “What were you doing whilst you were watching your superiors having sex?”

“Superiors,” Rex repeats the word under his breath. “You don’t need to be that mean to him.”

“A little reminder doesn’t hurt,” you shrug, enjoying the sight of Dogma squirming from embarrassment.

Dogma’s lips remain sealed, but after giving him a look, they finally open. “Please don’t make me talk about it,” he begs, clasping his hands together in front of his chest.

“We need those details, Trooper,” you smirk. Rex remains silent, but he’s well aware how much you’re enjoying this.

A pained groan slips from Dogma’s lips, followed by a frustrated huff. “If you must know…” his words trail into a sigh, and Dogma scrunches his eyes shut before continuing. “I was touching myself! I know I shouldn’t have, but everything was so… much, and I couldn’t watch and do nothing about it!” To your surprise, Rex speaks up before you can. “You could have turned around, and walked away. Not only did you stay and watch, but you also pleasured yourself to it.”

“I know I should have walked away! But like I said, I’ve never seen that before… and… and-”

“That’s enough,” you end his sputtering with a gentle wave of your hand. Dogma watches as you turn to Rex, and silently make your intentions clear. His eyes flicker between you two, somehow talking without using words. The conversation ends with Rex shrugging before giving you a small nod, agreeing to something.

You return your focus to Dogma, who doesn’t hide his panicked expression. His demeanour worsens as you take a step forward, bridging the already small gap between your bodies. You’re mere inches from him, close enough to feel his short and uneasy breaths on your cheeks, them only worsening as more time passes.

For once, Dogma doesn’t look away from your gaze. He allows your eyes to meet his, seeing through every layer of fear that possesses his body. When you finally speak, Dogma is just about ready to pass out, but adrenalin keeps him going.

“Did you enjoy watching your superiors have sex?”

Dogma remains silent, but you don’t need verbal confirmation to know the answer. “I mean, you were getting off to us,” you coo.

To everybody’s surprise, your hand moves forward, and a palm is introduced to Dogma’s crotch. He gasps, his head falling down to look at the sight - you’re palming his soft cock through his under armour, all whilst you’re teasing him in a rather alluring tone.

“I know you enjoyed it, Dogma. That much is clear,” you continue, causing Dogma to look at you once more. “But I can tell that you didn’t get to finish, you poor thing,” you say with a soft click of your tongue.

“General?” Dogma pants, questioning what the kriff is going on. A minute ago, his knees were ready to collapse, falling to his pit of doom. And now, you’re causing his cock to harden, twitching away under the thin layer of clothing.

“Don’t interrupt her, Trooper,” Rex chimes in. Kriff! Dogma had totally forgotten Rex was there. His hands are clasped behind his back, chest puffed out, with a stern expression on his face. Is Dogma really going to stand here and allow his General to toy with him whilst his Captain watches? Is this what they silently agreed to moments ago?

“Eyes on me,” you order, your free hand coming up to draw his face back to yours. “Rex is there to ensure you stay in line. You are one of his men, after all.”

For some reason, Dogma catches himself nodding in agreement. He’s enjoying this, far more than he’s willing to admit, but his fully erect cock is telling you all that you need to know.

“How about you show me what you were playing with, hm?” you suggest, giving Dogma the opportunity to back out, if he wants to.

Instead, Dogma slowly frees his cock, letting it spring from its confinement. He lets out an embarrassing whimper when you wrap your hand around it, one hand lunging forward to grasp your arm, almost as if he’s scared about what’s in store for him.

“At ease, Trooper,” you order. Dogma can’t help but follow it, parting his legs whilst his hands clasp together behind his back. His back straightens for all of three seconds, slumping over as soon as you begin slowly jerking him.

“You’re so good at following orders,” you praise. Such a compliment never fails to drive Dogma crazy, and your words flow straight down to his cock. “But I still want to know what you were thinking about whilst you were watching your Captain kriff me…”

Licking his lips, Dogma mustered up the courage to speak. “I was thinking about… being in his position…”

“Don’t forget Rex’s ranking, Trooper,” you correct him.

“Sorry. About being in the Captain’s position, General,” Dogma corrects his mistake, earning a pleasing movement from your hand. Once more, he whines; there’s no point in holding back, not now that he’s in this position.

“Finding yourself in that position would be… almost unattainable, but not completely impossible. Rex is the one who you need to ask, not me.”

Dogma sends a pathetic pleading expression Rex’s way, but he’s met with a stern look. “I’ll think about it,” Rex responds. “As for now, your primary objective is making the General happy.”

“Yes, Captain,” Dogma agrees with an eager nod. His breaths are becoming heavier the more you play with him, and you question how long he was going at it before you caught him. The poor man could have been edging himself the entire time, and whilst you and Rex were only having a quickie, that’s far too long for an inexperienced man.

“If Rex doesn’t agree, I’m sure I can convince him to let you watch,” you tease the idea, dangling it in front of his face like a forbidden fruit. “I know you’d enjoy that, seeing as you’ve already done it.”

“I wouldn’t mind having him watch,” Rex says with a shrug. “But I won’t be gentle with you,” he directs his words to you, filling your mind with the idea. How wonderful it would be to have your Captain pounding the life out of you, all whilst innocent Dogma watches, cock in hand, so desperate to get his fill. He’ll take whatever he can get, and right now, that consists of you jerking him off in the hull of your ship.

“I know you’re already excited about that idea,” you tease.

“I am,” Dogma eagerly nods, and swiftly adds, “General,” before he can be called out on his lack of respect.

You smile, and whilst maintaining eye contact, you send a trail of spit down onto Dogma’s cock. It hits the tip spot-on, slicking up the rest of his shaft as you continue pumping him. Dogma’s knees threaten to buckle yet again, but he somehow manages to maintain his composure, hands still clasped behind his back.

With a hungry gaze, Dogma watches you jerk him off, his wet cock shining in the hull’s lighting. He’s never seen himself like this before - desperate, pathetic, willing to do anything for release. Dare he admit it, but he loves it. Maybe this is what he’s needed all along - a gentle hand to guide him. If only the other Troopers could see him now… Dogma may be a virgin, but who’s the one being jerked off by the General?

“G-general?” Dogma sputters, failing to meet your gaze. It’s disrespectful, but given the state that he’s in, you decide to go easy on it.

“Speak,” you grant him.

“Please… if it isn’t any hassle… please may I…”

“You may,” you agree with a nod. Dogma just about explodes the second that he’s given permission, spilling all over your hand, a few rogue drops meeting the floor below.

Falling out of line, Dogma finds himself resting against you. His forehead meets your shoulder, although he manages to keep his hand behind his back. He’s trying to be a good soldier - your good soldier, but any Trooper would fail to stay at ease when being milked by their General, even Rex!

Rather than scolding him, you help him through it. “It’s alright. You did so good for me, Dogma. What a good soldier,” you coo, allowing him one final round of satisfaction.

When all the wind has been knocked from Dogma’s lungs, he straightens his back - or attempts to, seeing as he’s struggling to keep it together during his post orgasm haze. Your hand moves away from him, and using the force, you summon a towel to clean yourselves up with. “That was fun, wasn’t it?” you ask whilst drying Dogma’s length.

“Very fun, General,” Dogma agrees with a nod. Even Rex chimes in. “You did a good job at maintaining your composure, for a first timer,” he jabs.

“Appreciate it, Captain,” Dogma responds.

Once dry, he tucks himself away. “We’re serious about that offer, just so you know,” you inform him whilst retrieving his long-lost codpiece.

“Y-you are?” Dogma stutters, and struggles to fix the missing armour into place, soon requiring your assistance.

“Yes,” you confirm. Once more, Dogma looks as if he’s about to pass out. Not only did he manage to worm his way out of decommissioning, but he was rewarded for his curiosity too! Dogma can’t help but question if you knew about his prying eyes all along, giving you the opportunity to bring him into the mix.

“But I haven’t decided on anything else, yet,” Rex butts in, putting Dogma back down into his place. Dogma keeps his gaze on you, dreading the expression that Rex possibly holds.

“Still, you can watch the action. And remember, Rex is a Captain; his performance is far higher than any regular Trooper. Don’t let it get to you.”

After a wink, you leave Dogma to it. Rex follows suit, retrieving his helmet from a nearby crate, and holds it snug under his arm. To anybody outside, you’re two superiors casually exiting a ship, ready to rally the men and discuss your next series of attacks.

Before your feet meet the earth, you turn back to poor Dogma. “Come and join us once you’re ready,” you order, leaving him to stand there and process what’s just happened.

No longer in his superior’s line of sight, Dogma takes a seat on a nearby crate, narrowly avoiding that same pipe from earlier that he banged his head on. A series of heavy sighs flow from his lips, and his mind spins in a whirlwind of confusion.

What the kriff just happened?

[quartzwriting]

A Beautiful Sight

Pairing: Hunter X Reader (gn/no specific pronouns) (no y/n)

Description: Life Day is approaching the galaxy and the planet The Batch have found themselves on takes it very seriously. You decide to bring Omega to the local holiday market and Hunter tags along. Seeing you and Omega makes him realize how he feels about you.

Warnings: Mentions of food, light sensory irritations from Hunter

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: To all those who celebrate as well, happy (now late) Winter Solstice and happy Yule too! And OH MY GODS I LOVE WRITING OMEGA AND HUNTER I CANT- Also title is lyric from Winter Wonderland, me and the song connections this year

Part of my DEC 2021 HOLIDAY MASTERLIST

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The pitter patter of little footsteps did not need heightened senses to hear that were coming towards the cockpit. The quick clunk of small boots with an excited jump in each step. Hunter looked up from where he was polishing his vibroblade, and sure enough there was Omega. The winter coat she was wearing seemed to engulf her, fuzzy mittens covered her little hands, and her fur-lined boots were untied. She defiantly would not go cold. But he wondered how she did not trip with those laces undone and all over the place. 

“Hunter! Are you coming with us?”

Her everlasting smile was present, and it reflected on his own face. Seeing her excitement for things never got old. Everything new that she laid her eyes on, or the mere sound of something new, lit this spark in her. It was his favourite thing about her.

He hated saying no to that face. But he felt like staying on the Marauder tonight. 

“My plans were to stay here while you all went out to the market.”

“Awww come on! Why not? It’s gonna be fun!” she pressed, practically bouncing on the spot, “There’s gonna be so many things there!”

“Well then there’s going to be plenty for you to explore.”

A pout took over her face. “Please?”

He really really hated saying no to her.

Thankfully you came into the cockpit, breaking Omega’s disappointed look. You were adjusting your own winter coat and holding a knitted hat that was identical to the one on your head. The little girl turned to you so you could put the hat on her, it was a little big for her but it was better than nothing.

“Don’t forget this, I don’t want your ears freezing off.”

“It’s cozy!” She beamed up at you. 

It fell down onto her eyes. You fixed it for her before lowering to her height to help her with her boots.

“Hunter says he’s not coming!” Omega said with a little sass, something she gets from either you or Tech.

Your eyes darted up to the clone instantly, “Aw, really?”

“Please come with us! We’re going to see the Life Day market!” Omega was begging at this point now.

“Everyone else is already in town, we’re going to meet them there. You should come.”

He had his hesitations. Sometimes Life Day celebrations consisted of a lot of noise and a lot of strong smells. He remembers this one time where The Batch had been stationed on a planet around this time, back during the clone wars, where this one specific spice smell from some dish the locals had made stuck in his senses for days. It was sharp and strong, turning sour in his mind. Due to that, he had always been careful every cycle.

“Not really my thing.” He shrugged.

You gave him a look that was so soft, your eyebrows drawing together and the hint of a frown on your lips. “Hunter, it’s Life Day. A time for family. We want you there. We need our leader.”

It was like you understood. And it made his heart skip a beat for a second. 

“And there’s snow! Hunter, there’s snow! I want to play in the snow!”

Hunter thought about it for a second. He looked between the two of you. The spark of hope in Omega’s eyes. The soft look on your face. The winter clothes you two were wearing, out of the setting he was used to seeing you both in. Out of the battlefield and chaos for once, an image of peace.

He really could not say no.

“Alright.”

“Yay!” Omega cheered, and jumped to grab Hunter’s hand, “hurry and put on your gear! I wanna play outside!”

“Okay okay, I’ll meet you both outside. Don’t have too much fun without me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Serg.” You giggled, giving him a gentle smile.

~~~

Hunter had put on his gear for cold weather and came out of the ship to see an adorable sight. You and Omega were laughing and chasing each other around to pelt each other with snowballs. It warmed his heart. But he was sure that you both would get cold quickly if you kept it up. After he broke up the little fight, the three of you were off towards the town. 

Omega was skipping along, kicking around the snow as she went, and basically leading the way with her excitement. She was way ahead of you and Hunter. The two of you walked side by side comfortably, watching Omega play in the soft powder. 

“You’ll be fine, Hunter.”

Your words made him look at you. He saw the warmth on your face from the kiss of the cold, spreading from your cheeks to your nose. Your smile had never left your face. It made him forget some of his worries.

“I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s going to be fun, you’re gonna love it.”

“Probably not as much as her,” Hunter gestured towards the little girl in the snow.

“Oh, no one is going to love it more than Omega.” You laughed.

“There it is!” Omega shouted back to you both, running back to grab your hands and pull you along. “Come on come on come on! It’s so pretty!”

The town was decorated in colorful lights and decorations that were too beautiful, all topped with snow on the buildings and blanketed everywhere else. Red and green and gold and white everywhere, shapes of tress and flowers and snowflakes and stars. There were stands selling food and treats and things for presents. Locals and visitors dressed for the weather and with their families. And it was beginning to snow again, large fluffy flakes falling and looking like hyperspace.

Hunter had to admit that it was very pretty.

“Tech said they take the holiday very seriously here.” You mentioned.

“He wasn't kidding.” Hunter remarked.

Omega was already running off somewhere and you went to chase her. But you saw the hesitation is Hunter’s steps. You turned to him and took his hand in yours. Your gloved hand was warm in this cold, physically and emotionally for him.

“Come on, we’re gonna lose her.”

As you pulled him along, he grew more comfortable. Just the feeling of holding your hand grounded him. He fell into step with you.

Omega had found a stand that was selling something warm in a cup, its steam coming up and dancing into the cold air. She wanted one and so did you. It smelled too good, like a rich and deep chocolate that reminded you of the holiday. You paid for three cups. The vendor handed them out to you from a big pot over a fire, sprinkling in little puffs of white as well. 

Omega felt it warm her chilled fingers through her mittens.

“Do not burn yourself,” you warned, “it’s not fun.”

“I’m careful.” Omega blew on her drink before taking a sip.

Hunter looked down into his cup and watched the chocolate and white pieces swirl around. He gave it a sniff. No strong or sour spice. So he tried some. And he loved it. The warmth of it went down and mixed with the other warm feeling that was building inside of him, one of contentment. 

“It’s delicious!” Omega said.

“It sure is.” Hunter replied.

You had basically lead Hunter and Omega through the market, showing them things through the stands and telling stories about your past holidays. Omega listened with joy and eagerness, asking questions all the time and wanting to see everything that there was. Hunter watched you guide her, letting her learn and explore. 

One moment stuck out in his mind, and he thought that he would remember it forever. You had bought Omega a scarf from one of the clothing vendors. Kneeling down to her height, you had wrapped it around her. She told you thank you, for the scarf and taking her to the market, and leaped into your arms for the biggest hug. It lasted, it was full of love. Hunter’s heart exploded. 

It was at that moment he realized, seeing you love and care for his little sister, that he had feelings for you. Ones that he never noticed before, or let himself bury deep down. But in a beautiful sight and setting like this, he let himself feel it. 

He was so glad that he came along. 

[rebeldaydreams]

Hi! May I please request headcanons for Han Solo x fem!Reader in an established relationship traveling through the stars?

aahhh yes you can!!!! han my beloved 🤲

There is only one thing Han loves more than the Falcon, and that’s you. So travelling the stars on his ship with his favourite girl? He’s living the dream.

Life with him is unpredictable and dangerous, what with all the smuggling, but he’s just happy he found someone who was able to keep up with him and Chewie. You love it.

He pretends not to be, but he’s a big sappy romantic on the inside. He often goes out of his way to buy you nice gifts from the local markets whenever you stop to refuel and repair the Falcon.

You keep telling him he doesn’t have to and that he should save his credits, but he just kisses you which is an (annoyingly) effective way to stop you talking.

“Just a small token of my affection, sweetheart.”

Speaking of affection – Han is never afraid to show his love for you physically.

He likes to pull you into his lap whenever you’re in the cockpit with him, kissing your forehead, cheeks and finally your lips all while mumbling soft declarations of his love.

That’s not to say you don’t have your fair share of bumps in your relationship, of course.

On more than one occasion, Han has gotten irritated and worked up while doing repairs on the Falcon (a regular occurrence) and snapped at you. After which you end up locking yourself in your shared quarters while he storms off to the cockpit for an hour or so.

Eventually, after a push from Chewie, Han finds himself gently knocking on the door to your quarters.

“Hey, uh, I’m…” he runs a hand through his hair, his voice heavy with guilt. “I’m real sorry for snapping at you, doll. I…I didn’t mean to.”

You want to stay mad at him but he sounded so damn guilty. So you sigh and open the door, finding him stood in the corridor looking all sheepish – like a little kid who’s been told off by his parents.

Apologies start spilling from his lips clumsily, until you silence him by stepping forward and taking his face in your hands.

“Would you shut up? I forgive you, you big idiot.”

He stands there stunned for a moment. “You’re…not mad?”

“I was. But then you were stood out here looking like a lost Tooka and I found it difficult to stay mad at you.”

He smiles that stupid cute smile of his, and you lean up to give him a quick kiss.

“Now shall we go finish fixing this hunk of junk before we get pulled out of hyperspace again?”

[hyperesthesias]

Soft Morning Kisses with Tup (GN Reader)

SUMMARY: You and Tup spend a lazy morning in bed snuggled together in each other's arms. <3

CONTENT: Gender neutral reader ; Established relationship ; Kisses ; Fluff ; SFW.

NOTES: Tupperware deserves more love and I intend to give it to him <3

He's always the first to wake. His body is designed that way, up early, to bed late. But he's a heavy sleeper in between. His soft snores put you to sleep the night before, and when he opens his eyes to see you first thing in the morning, all he can do is smile.

He lets you sleep for a few minutes more and goes through his routine mentally to keep himself active and sharp. He's been living a more relaxed life with you, but he keeps himself on his toes -- besides, you love to watch him practice.

He thinks you look beautiful in the morning light, it hugs you in all the right ways, caresses your hair, flutters over your eyes. He's so in love with you. And sometimes, in quiet moments and mornings he's painfully aware of it. He can feel it in the center of his chest.

He can't help himself, and he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

You wake up to the feeling of his warm lips against your skin. Tup has always been an affectionate one, and has always loved showing how he loves you through touch. There's something a little different this time, though. Something particularly soft, mindful. He has that look in his eye like he's thinking.

'You okay?' you ask and snuggle closer to him. You take his hand and kiss his knuckles, nestling your face along his calloused skin and weathered veins. 'Yeah,' he says, 'Just thinking how lucky I am,' he gives you a big grin and his tattoo scrunches as the lines of his eyes crinkle.

You fit perfectly against his chest, and you hand moves from his to the length of his arm, his chest, his neck. You run your fingers through his wavy hair and nuzzle your nose against his as you place a soft and tender kiss against his lips.

He's warm and gentle, and wraps his lips around your with fervor and grace -- everything is supple and deliberate. He wants to savour you, explore you for just this early morning moment, take you in and fill you up. His hand is cradling your head, his fingers winding through your hair, gently massaging your scalp.

You lean your brow against his as your drift apart to take a breath. A languid smile is left behind on both your mouths and he nudges you gently.

'At this rate, we'll never get outta bed,' he chuckles -- his voice is soft and husky. Your smile widens and you place one more kiss on his nose with a sigh. 'Well, I guess the caf isn't gonna make itself.'

You stay snuggled together for a beat, stealing pecks and kisses every few breaths before you both decide to get up and start the day.

He watches you as you get up and stretch, and he thinks, and he knows he's the luckiest man to have ever lived.

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[gwaean]

The Rescuers  

Part One: “Old acquaintances meet again"

 Summary: You are a mandalorian rebel friends with Captain Rex so you are well aware of the entire "clone situation" going on. And of course you want to help as much as you can. You then go to Ryloth trying to help the Syndulla's and maybe find your old friend Cody. 

 Pairing: None. Yet. But will be a Crosshair x Reader.

 Gender: There'll be no mentions of gender or pronouns on this part yet. Though further in the story it might have she/they pronouns used.

 Word count: 1.6k

 Tags: Injury recover, post-clone wars story, rescuing clones/friends, a bit of melancholy?

 Warning: Brief description of injury.

 Notes: So, I literally dreamed most parts of this story (I know, crazy Star Wars obsession here). I filled up some parts as I was writing of course. And it turned out a bit like a beautiful sad tragic. I might even do a playlist for this fanfic actually. Hope u enjoy it :) 

 The war, the republic, the jedi all have ended. Literally on the same day. And what it seemed like a fresh start, finally a moment of peace in the chaos turned into nightmares. You weren’t there when it happened, you just heard the news of Obi-Wan saying the jedi order and the republic had fallen and you also heard the now Emperor Palpatine telling everyone that the clone wars has ended and the jedi were traitor, they’ve tried to assassinate him according to well… himself. And now he’s forming this new galactic empire, giving people numbers like the ones clones used to have and killing off any resistance against this new order. Everyone seemed to believe him, you gotta give him that he was a pretty damn’ good  liar indeed. But you knew better than that. You are mandalorian after all and were friends with no one less than Duchess Satine and Senator Padmé. You helped them countless times in their diplomatics and you even fought with the jedi and the clones at times. They were good people, yes, the order might have messed up at lot but traitors? Murders? They sure didn’t deserve to die like that and I guess… No one does.

  You quickly then joined the rebellion. There you found many of former politics like Senator Organa and even a clone… Captain Rex (or is it Commander now?). You’ve met him once before and he seemed like a good person and looks like he’s really a great man just like you thought. You soon became friends. But sadly, the other clones you knew before like Cody were still with the empire. Though both you and Rex were very determinate to help others like him. And also, obviously, protect your allies against the empire.

  Well, as expected trouble begins. There’s been rumors about what’s going in Ryloth with the Syndulla’s and the empire occupation. Worried about them and their people, you go there to help as you can. And if there’s need, you’d call more rebels to help too though you didn’t want to envolve more people yet because you’re afraid of the reaction it could cause ( and what that would cost for ryloth and its people). You also have a tiny tiny hope that maybe just maybe Cody could be there.

  Arriving in Ryloth, you discover the Syndulla family have indeed oppose agains the empire occupation and they’ve went into a lot of trouble because of that but apparently a group of mercenaries (?) have already rescued them from the prison they were sent to. One less problem for you to fix I guess. You were glad for them but you still want to spy a little on the empire and see what you could find out after all, the trip couldn’t be for nothing.

  You find your way and get to a particular high hill with a great view of one imperial base. You pick up your binoculars and the only person you see in a sort of balcony is a very depressive-looking Crosshair. You remember him from that one time clone force 99 saved your butt from the mess you’ve yourself in. He was… quite unfriendly, let’s say. But he did get the job done and made sure you were okay so you just ignored his behavior. Looking at him now it was looking at a shadow of him. 

   It made you remember what Rex told you once: 

“We clones were all created with this chip thing in our my minds. We were made for the war and the war only but apparently someone thought it would be great if they let us think we've got free will. That we could be anything we wanted to be after the war. So we made friends, some of us found a family with our jedi. They let we hope. Just so we have all of that taken away from us with order 66. The war had ended for everyone except for us. We had our will taken from us, our minds controlled by this chip and we had to follow orders. While we're still there conscious of what we were doing we had to kill the people we fought together the entire war. I remember her face... I'm so glad she didn't see my face. I couldn't bare.” 

 Thinking about what all the clones been through, you can’t just leave him like this. He did save you once and this was your chance to repay that. Rex keeps saying we can’t save everyone (more to himself than to you) but one person is better than nobody, right?  At the time you improvise a plan: neither the empire nor Cross can’t know yet that you’re a rebel. You haven’t done anything yet incriminating (at least not that they were aware of). So you can just jump in there where he was standing and talk to him. Worst case scenario he ignores you. However you sure knew how to annoy him enough that at least he would call you out and when that happens you act. Ok, that you still have to figure out exactly how you would act. Well, half of a plan is better than no plan.

  You just jump in behind his back and of course he points his gun at you as expected. But he apparently recognizes who it’s standing in front of him and put his riffle down. 

   “ Hello there.”  You say.

   “What do you think you’re doing?”  He replies.

   “Oh, please, don’t act like you aren’t happy to see me.” 

     He gives you a faint of a smile. “Don’t flatter yourself.” 

     You smiled back. “But seriously, what you’re doing here all alone? And why- You finally noticed the burn mark on his now bald head. - are you like this? Doesn’t the empire takes care of its soldiers? Nor your squad? The bad batch, right? That’s what you called yourselves?” 

     His face closes again. “You have nothing to do with that. I’m-” 

     “By yourself?” You pause for a moment. “Alright, I get it. You’ve probably been through a lot. We all have. Not sure why you’re like this but it doesn’t matter right now. I just wonder… Don’t you want to get out of all of this?” 

     Cross pauses for a moment. It seems like he's considering the possibility. “I… I can’t.” 

     “But…”  You then think. You remind yourself of how protective he was that one time you were saved by them. Maybe this instinct was still there, you had to try. You saw a pointed rock close to where you were standing and decided that you would accidentally cut yourself. “Ouch!” 

    “What’s up?” 

    “Oh! Nothing! Just might have cut myself here.” You show your hand now with a bit bigger than you expected cut and some blood.

     He almost laughs at it. “What a little clumsy one you are, eh?” 

     His mocking at you, that’s something, right? “Yeah, I guess….” 

     “Well, let’s go?”  He points to the door.

     “Go where?” 

     “Don’t you wanna take care of that, sweetheart?” 

     “Right, medical bay then?” 

     “Obviously.”  Perfect. He would be right where you needed him to be.

  The both of you enter the facility and walk directly to the medical bay. The empire base is pretty much a bland dark and boring military base with some troopers walking around, some commanders (you think) yelling at the soldiers and some droids doing whatever they have to do. You knew only that they were “r - unities” but droids weren’t exactly your area of expertise. However you do notice that the troopers walking around still wear the same clone armor from back the war. And you feel guilty. Because as much as you’d like you won’t be able to help them all. They’ll stay there with their chips on being controlled by the empire…. By the force, that was a hole guilty trip you knew you shouldn’t take. It wasn’t your fault. No, no. They did this. Palpatine and his men were the monsters. Not you. And certainly not these poor clones. One day, yes, one day maybe you could come back and save them?

 “Hmmm…. You wanna me to do this?”  Cross says. You were so distracted in your thoughts you don’t even realized you were already in the medical bay.

 “Oh. You don’t have to.” 

 “It's fine. I’m used to do this anyway.” 

  “Ok. Be my guest then?” 

  “Wow, you’re so funny.” He jokes.

  “Whatever. Just do your thing.” 

  “Give me your hand.”  

 You give him your hand and he takes it. And to your surprise he’s very gentle while taking care of your wound. He applies some alcohol pads to clean the wound. And as he presses the wound to stop the bleeding you reach for your gun and keep looking at his face. His very concentrated. It’s almost like the rest of the galaxy doesn’t matter. He’s only there at the moment focused on helping you. And you’re trying to plan how you’re gonna knock him out to take his chip off.

 “Now I’m gonna get some stuff to make a bandage for ya, ok?” He says and turns his back. Now is you chance. You turn your blaster to stun only and shoots. He falls. 

 “I’m sorry. But there’s no other way.” You whisper as if he’s actually listening. 

 It takes some effort (seriously, Crosshair's heavier than he looks) but you manage to put him on one these surgical stretchers. You also have to learn super quick how to use the pad control to see where the chip’s in and take it off. But it’s done. And you wait and wait… For what it seemed like hours though it was only like 15 minutes.

And he wakes up very confused.

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Femslash February 2020 - Day 7

Sparks Across the Stars–a set of non-continuous, related ficlets set over the course of Hera and Ahsoka’s relationship.

Day 7: Bed Sharing (prompt from @fauxghosts on Twitter) Rating: G Words: 923

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“I’m never letting him take my ship anywhere, ever again,” Hera seethes.

Ahsoka eyes her from the pilot seat of her own ship, but clearly chooses not to comment.  She probably knows perfectly well that’s not the ship that Hera’s stressed about.  It’s the fact that Kanan is currently stranded with the kids.  She’s used to him disappearing with Ezra, and sometimes taking Sabine or Zeb, but this time he took all of them, and Chopper.  And now they’re all stuck who knows where for who knows how long—

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so worried,” Ahsoka comments offhandedly.  “It will take us a couple of days to get there, but we’ll bring them home.”

Hera sighs, slumping in her seat.  “I know that.  I am sorry that you got roped into fetching them with me.”

“It’s kind of nice, having an assignment that’s not life or death for a change.”  Ahsoka spots the look on Hera’s face, and smothers a laugh behind one hand.  “Well, for everyone except Kanan.”

She guides the ship deftly between the craft of Phoenix squadron, then sets the trajectory.  “First hyperspace waypoint is in six hours.  We’ll make contact with Chopper again then, and plot the next jump.”

Hera nods, stretches in the copilot’s seat as the the stars in the viewport smear into the blue glow of hyperspace.  A yawn forces itself out before she can quite stifle it, and she tries to hide it by turning her face as if suddenly fascinated by the view out the copilot’s window.

Unfortunately, Ahsoka doesn’t miss much.  “How long has it been since you slept?”

Mental math is not what Hera wants to be doing right now, but she makes an attempt.  There had been the supply run to an out of the way market, the debriefing with Sato, the fleet’s jump to a new sanctuary system, realizing they’d lost contact with the Ghost, the long hours spent trying to reestablish it—

“I’ll be fine with some caf,” she mutters.

She really wishes Ahsoka hadn’t pointed it out; now that her attention isn’t taken up by other things, her body informs her in no uncertain terms that she needs to sleep.

And Ahsoka knows it, if the smile tugging at the corner of her mouth is any indication.  “There’s a bunk in the back, you can nap until the waypoint.”

“Now wait a minute,” Hera protests.  “You’ve been up at least as long as I have.  I’m not kicking you out of your bed.”

Ahsoka sighs, turning to face her.  “It’s fine.  I know a Jedi trick or two, I can stay up a while longer.”

Ugh, Jedi tricks.  Hera crosses her arms, fixing Ahsoka with the look that usually gets her the unquestioning obedience of her crew.  “Uh-uh.  I’ve seen Kanan crash after too many days of ‘Jedi tricks’ to stay awake.  Take a nap.”

Ahsoka blinks at her, then laughs.  “Suddenly I see why Sabine accidentally called you ‘mom’ at the meeting the other day.  Look, you take the bunk, I can sleep on the floor.”

“It’s your ship, I should take the floor.”

“I’m used to sleeping on floors.”

“All the more reason for you to take the bed while you have the chance.”

Ahsoka squints at her, and Hera doesn’t bother to hide her smile.  Honestly it’s refreshing to have someone around who can match her for sheer stubbornness.  Especially when she doesn’t have to worry about persuading that person to take her orders later.

“Fine,” Ahsoka concedes at last.  “I’m tired.  We can share the bunk, will that be acceptable?”

Hera’s treacherous heart skips a beat—just one, she’s not a wide-eyed, star-struck teenager anymore.  But she’s not going to let Ahsoka sleep on the floor, and a real bed does sound very nice right now.  “Fine,” she agrees, standing from the copilot’s chair and stretching.  “You have an alarm set before we get to the waypoint?”

“Yes, mother,” Ahsoka mutters, but it’s in good humor as she leads the way into the back of her craft.

The sleeping quarters are utilitarian, spartan, and clean.  Hera is distinctly reminded of Kanan’s quarters on the Ghost.  The bunk is bigger than the Ghost’s however, just wide enough to accommodate them both.  Not that it really has to be, since Ahsoka peels off her boots and belt and proceeds to wedge herself as close to the wall as she can get.

Hera peers at her, over-exhausted brain struggling for an explanation.  “You know, I don’t need that much room,” she says finally, lying down gingerly on the other side of the bunk.  “And I’m so tired, I’m not going to roll over and fall off either.”

Ahsoka relaxes fractionally, but still keeps herself tucked into as small a space as possible.  “I’m not used to sharing,” she offers, by way of explanation.

Hera tries to reply, but yawns instead, and by the time it’s over she can’t remember what she was going to say.  She turns on her side, back to Ahsoka, and scoots until she finds a comfortable position.  She doesn’t often share a bed with anyone, even Kanan, and this is…nice.  The bunk may be relatively spacious but she can still feel Ahsoka’s weight on the mattress behind her, breath cool against her lekku.  She stays awake just long enough to reflect on how safe she feels like this, how at ease she is with the galaxy at large.  Then she drifts off within seconds.

[writefightandflightclub]

For the Writing Ask: ”Bounty & The Beasts”, ⭐️&🔬?

Ooh! Writer asks! Thanks @wheresthewater 🧡

These are for Bounty & the Beasts which is 6-part series. It’s a story about Poe crossing paths with a female Mandalorian bounty hunter and her fearsome kid sister.

(You can read it here)

Answers below CONTAIN SPOILERS!!

⭐️ is there a scene or paragraph I’m most proud of?

I personally like the few more emotional anchor points in the story, so the shower scene (ch5), the farewell scene (ch6), and the scene between Cait and Kava in ch6.

🔬 is there a scene I knew I had to get right?

I think the scene where Kava takes her helmet off was important as I didn’t want the reactions to feel too forced or sudden on either side. So, I tried to do at least a little foreshadowing. Also, generally, I knew I had to get the interaction between Poe and Cait right and try to make it believable. Hope I did a good job!

Thanks for asking and reading. Never done these before, hope it answers your questions! 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

[quartzwriting]

My Top Fics Of 2021

Thanks to the new Year In Review, here were my most popular fics of this past year. Thank you for the love on them, and all the other ones I wrote this year!

#5 - The Agent and Her Sorcerer

Doctor Strange: You, an agent who works with The Avengers, comes back to the compound to find that Doctor Strange has brought you coffee. 250+ notes

#4 - A Stark Contrast

Doctor Strange:  You and Stephen are going on a double date with Tony and Pepper, but putting those two men together always results in trouble. 260+ notes

#3 - Attack in The Library

Doctor Strange: Stephen sends you to Kamar Taj to get some books, but some invaders attack you. Stephen comes to the rescue, and he’s not happy. 260+ notes

#2 - Bad Decisions

Crosshair: (18+) You cannot handle Crosshair. After him doing something bold during a mission, you two have some tension. Later at 79′s, things escalate into more bad decisions. 270+ notes

#1 - Tolerance

Captain Rex: You, Rex, Jesse, and Kix are out at 79′s for a fun night after a victory. After a few drinks, you’re already bubbly and subconsciously clinging to your secret boyfriend, the captain. Your little group runs into the Bad Batch and Hunter is noticing how you and Rex are interacting. 300+ notes

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Eshka’s Diary, part 1

Eshka’s thoughts are a mess after she is told that her friend was the one who tried to kidnap her, learning this more than five years after the incident, and after trying to wrap her head around it, she reminisces about her time with different people. Warnings: references to sex, some angst.

A/N: I wrote this after our latest session, going through my character’s feelings and also my own. Eshka is a bothan medic/diplomat, now leading a new NGO with other PCs. This is our fifth year playing as a group, few characters have left and few have joined. There was a time jump as our group was whisked to another dimension/galaxy, so we spent 5 years away instead of the few months it felt like. Also I’m experimenting with different writing styles to see how I want to write Eshka’s story.  Another part is here.

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Well, fuck you too, mister “I’m too high and mighty for feelings”. I didn’t expect you to empathize with me, but you could have at least said you’re sorry. Finding out Bob, someone who has been with me almost as long as our squad, is the one who tried to kidnap me is a fucking shock, and no one told me, that I should have read it in some report. How was I supposed to read and write reports after I just saved myself from drifting through space in a broken ship, and fought my way back to our group? I was almost alone, with only a team of soldiers tasked to keep me safe. How could you just leave me? How could you just ask the spiritual guide you call Force and trust it would lead you to me? Well it didn’t, I had to find my way back to you. If I didn’t make it, would you have noticed, would you have cared, would you have come to me?

Even Operator Valden showed more compassion for me than they did, he helped me keep my cover. He talked to me. The smallest gesture I needed, and he gave it to me. No matter how many times Ral and Rael keep fighting him, he is courteous with me. We find ourselves on different sides of the war, and he hates me, finds me annoying, but damn if I don’t want him. The one I can’t have, who doesn’t want me. It’s silly, dumb, frivolous, and I better get hold of my own emotions before they get used against me.

But Bob, I loved him, at least I think so. He was there for me. He did everything for me, but I… I never really looked at it like that. I took him for granted. I took him and Mr. Babe for granted. That they would always be there when I needed them, that I could always choose to be with either of them. Both wanted me yet I never chose between them, I couldn’t bear to make a choice. They were rivals, and I tried to share myself between them. It was never really discussed, but I should have discussed it with them and not be so selfish. Now I have neither to lean on to. Although, did I ever truly do that? Did I open my heart to either or was it just physical? Do I even have a relationship of any kind with any of my teammates, or do I just try to move forward, to something greater? I have my feelings and I show them quite frequently, but do they matter to me in any way? 

Bob was so funny when we met. Aerospace traffic controller who was bored out of his mind, sitting in a job that had no future, in a facility controlled by pirates, in the ass end of nowhere. He was so genuinely happy to speak something more academic, if even for a minute, and when he got out with us, it was exhilarating. He came with us, he changed sides to be with me, yet I never took it as seriously as I should have. I don’t blame him for what he did, I blame myself for not actually talking to him, making everything about our “greater goals”. I just wish to speak with him one more time.

Mr. Babe. I have no idea where he is. When Flying Brick was destroyed, he wasn’t there, he had some personal work to sort through, and I’m both glad and sad he wasn’t there. Glad he didn’t have to go through the chaos and that I know for sure he isn’t in the Dark Cluster, but sad because I don’t know where he is, is he alive, has he been murdered by the Hutt we ran away from? Five years is a long time to be on the run in a changing galaxy, but I hope for the best. He’s someone I’ve known for so long, he always popped up somewhere to meet me, often with worse news than expected. A bodyguard turned into a fixer to an agent of the Sword of Truth. He kept me safe while I was just a student in Coruscant, oh how I hated the iron grip he had to keep me in, but now I miss it. I miss him so much.

The time our team, mainframe, management, what the fuck we are, spent in a Dark Cluster didn’t change us that much, maybe it brought us closer together if we’re being positive, but this one, our home Galaxy, was changed in ways we couldn’t imagine. What felt like a few months to us was actually five years here. And we were… heroes. Our contributions changed the tide of the war. Grees came to help them, help the Galaxy unite over a common enemy. 

Now we are back in a Galaxy we don’t recognize, without our ship Flying Brick, without our crew, without the backing of Sword of Truth. There is peace, there is unity and collaboration. Are we even needed here anymore? Ral thinks so, and Permerga is ready to create a new ship. Ral and Rael are ready to bring forth a new Jedi order. Selena is grieving, but is taking back her place as the captain (I’m so proud of her). Pulling strings to get enough good will and favours to pay for our ship has fallen to me, or I’ve taken the task to myself, who knows at this point. It is… weird. There is going to be a ship the size of a dreadnought that’s our new base, our headquarters, base for medical research, droid mechanics, moving base for humanitarian aid and diplomatic services. We decided to call it NADA, a non-aligned diplomatic assembly. I am supposed to be the face and head of the civilian side of our new organization, and I’m more than ready. Our crew is ready to move on with a new name, a new ship, a new mission.

[hyperesthesias]

Backrubs with Fox

SUMMARY: Hardworking Fox comes home to you exhausted, but you have the perfect remedy to help him relax.

CONTENT: Gender neutral reader ; Established relationship ; Fluffy fluff ; SFW.

NOTES: Enjoy, loves. Let me know what you think, or feel free to request content for your own favorite GAR boi! 💖

Fox works a lot, and he works hard. He's tired most of the time after his shifts and doesn't usually have the emotional bandwidth for much else other than a hot shower and some dinner. After that, it's time for him to zone out for the night.

The minute he lays down on the bed, face first straight into the pillow, he lets out this massive groan. You give him a helpless simper and rub his shoulder as he takes in a muffled breath. There's another, softer sigh that escapes him as you continue to rub his arm, his shoulder, the back of his neck. It feels good, and he starts to sink cozily into the bed.

Your fingers begin to work a little harder, a little deeper into his muscles. They're tense and fried, you can feel it from the outer layers of his skin. So you add a few circles into the tense tissue, then you add your other hand.

His back begins to relax as he lets out another sigh. His head rolls to the side and allows him to take a deeper breath. 'You don't have to do that y'know,' he says, as if it's going to stop you. 'Yeah, well, I want to.' He can hear the grin in your voice and you work up the edges of his neck and the base of his scalp. He can't deny it feels heavenly. He never gets spoiled like this, only ever by you.

You're happy to do so. He deserves it he deserves a lot more, too. But it's the simple things that add up, and he's not one for grand gestures and pomp. He gets enough pageantry at the Senate. Soft, quiet moments like this one are what soothes him, and they relax you, too.

You work down his back, and you place a kiss on any tender spot that makes him jump. He blushes at every peck -- from his cheeks to his shoulders, he's an adorable maroon color. You smile. You love seeing him happy like this.

You caress his lower back and hips and work out the muscles along the small of his back. He lets out a satisfied moan as the muscles unwind and he takes a deep, full breath -- like he can finally expand his lungs.

'C'mere,' he murmurs once you've finished. He nods his head towards him with a beckon of his fingers. You lie next to him and cuddle into his warmth. He wraps an arm around you lazily -- his movements are languid and fluid now, not stiff and rigid like they were when he arrived.

His fingers trail your back as his palm rubs your shoulder blades. He puts a kiss on top of your head and breathes you in for a moment. He whispers sweet things into your hair -- things he'd never let anyone else hear. They're all for you.

You drift off to sleep as his hand works tenderly against your skin. You dream of warmth and blankets made of wool.

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[gwaean]

The Rescuers 

 Part Two: "I see it for the first time - There’s no cry in being kind”

Part One: Old acquaintances meet again

Warnings: Mentions of blood, implicit mentions of sex.

Words Count: 1,633

Notes: This part continues right where the other ended but this time we've two povs! Also, we have a bit of howzer and some flirting happening. And I've made a playlist for the fanfic, if you wanna listen while reading it's here: Spotify | Apple Music

“What the hell?” - He sits on the stretcher.

“What… What have I done? What…”

 “Hey, hey. You’re okay now.” - You say. “They no longer control you.” 

 “How… How did you do it?” 

 “So, Rex told me that the kaminoans put these inhibitor chips on all of you guys. All clones have one of these in their heads. And somehow it makes you obey orders and you just loose control of yourself. I think?” 

 “Yeah. I was there all the time. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t help it. I just had to obey and do everything I was told to. Not matter how hard I tried to fight it….” 

  “I know, I know. This isn’t your fault. These bastards made you do it. But now, you’re free and you gonna be ok.” 

  He looks at you. His expression is carrying so much emotions that he doesn’t even need to say anything. You know he’s broken. But he does gives you a little smile like he’s silently thanking you for helping him.

 “Shouldn't we go?” He breaks the silence.

 “Indeed. Before the get suspicious. But… do you have a plan or something? Like, they can’t know you’re without your chip or you’ll be considered a traitor.” 

 “Yes, I’m aware of that. I’ve got to pretend I’m still loyal to them. And you… If anyone asks, we’re dating.” 

 “Hmmm…. Ok?”  You answer. “I mean, what else could’ve I said?” You also think.

 “So, shall we go, Cross?”

 “Yes. But first, I need to do something.” He says taking your hand and forcing you to move. When you’re at the corridor he speaks again to you loud enough so the others can listen too:

 “Darling, wait for me in my room, okay? I’ve got some things to take care of before I’m all yours.”  He winks at you. It takes you a phew seconds to process what he meant with that then you finally go do what he asked you to.

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 That was easy. Too easy. Crosshair always knew how to be mean and look scary. He learned soon enough that he needed to be like this or the others would never respect him. Or so he thought. But this reg speech earlier… It had somehow made him listened. This Captain Howzer put himself at risk in front everyone just so he could help his squad. He just spoke out like that in an empire base and some of those clones actually heard him. Cross had to admit, that was really brave specially to a reg. So maybe this guy was worth saving. 

 He entered the cell. It was just like the others: small, rather empty, clean enough and with just a seat for the prisoner. Howzer was sitting looking down but when he entered the room he looked up right at him.

“Now, what do you want?”  The captain said looking like he was done with all this already.

“I want…” Crosshair checked the surroundings again. No one was around. Good. 

“I wanna help you.” 

“What?” That seemed to catch the captain off guard.

“Yes, you heard it right. I want help you. I gonna set you free from here.” 

“Really? And how do you plan to do that?”

“Oh, please, cut the sarcasm. I’ll find a way to take your chip off first.” 

“My what?” 

“I'm sorry, this gonna hurt a bit.” Poor Howzer looked at him even more confused.

 Crosshair hit him hard. He passed out with a little cut on his head. The poor guy probably would have a bit of a headache later but at least with a real injury no one would get suspicious, right? Crosshair then carried Howzer all the way back to the medical bay. Some soldiers looked at them however none of them were brave enough to ask any questions. They all knew it was better not to question the commander decisions. And they could see a bit of blood on the other clone.

 Crosshair had seen the imperials using the equipments before a few times. Even on him once. So he kind had his way and got it done quickly. Howzer got up soon after, still confused and a bit angry maybe?

“What the hell was all of that?” 

“We don’t have much time. We have to leave.” 

“Whoa, slow down. I’m not getting. Why you’re doing this? And why do we have to leave? And why… Why do I suddenly feel… I don’t know…” 

“Free?” He nods in agreement. “The voice is gone, uh?”

“Yes? I guess?” 

“Look, I saw what you did there. The way stood up to them, you didn’t have to do that. You could’ve left and save yourself. But you went back and spoke in front of everyone. You didn’t abandon your men. And…” Crosshair looked down. “That’s something I can admire…” He was thinking about his team then.

“I just did what I thought it was right. These guys have been with me for years, they’re my brothers. I can’t just leave them behind. That’s why I can’t just leave now too.” 

“But you must. I know you cared about them but you can’t do anything if you’re just a prisoner or dead. You have to save yourself before you can save others, you know?”  The captain looks down. 

“You're probably right…” He takes a moment. “I just wish I could do more for them.” 

“I get it. Though right now, I don’t think there’s much you could do anyway.”

“Yeah…” 

“So, I’m gonna pretend we’ve got to move you to another base. I’m gonna say I don’t want anyone on your team having ideias of breaking you out. They saw you speech out there, so they might believe having you here could have a bad influence on these regs. These soldiers aren’t very bright anyway.” 

“Right. Seems like a plausible plan. Anything else?” 

“Look angry. I’m gonna send you back to cell so I can prepare some things and then be ready to leave, ok?”

“Yep.” 

“Let’s go.” 

 Crosshair handcuffed him and started pushing him. Howzer acted out like he was angry and fighting him. The commander them curse him and threat him and so Howzer pretend he was fighting back. They made a whole scene all the way back to the captain scene and everyone kept staring at them curious and whispering stuff. Crosshair finally throw him at the cell and they both cursed each other.

“We're moving to another base. He’s too much trouble for us here.” Crosshair informed the guards. They nodded in agreement.

“Agreed, sir. We don’t others getting ideais from his little speech back there.” 

“Exactly my thoughts.” He pause for a second. “I just have some things to take care of before.” They seemed to understand what he was talking about.

“Have your time, sir.” 

 The commander walked back to his room trying not to think too much about anything. Because whenever he did it was a rollercoaster of emotions and evasive thoughts and he hated. He hated not being able to control a part of him. And lately, he hasn’t being able to have a lot of control of anything at all. It sucked. 

  He opened his door to find you sitting on his bed reading one of his books while looking so comfortable, liked you owned the place. He wasn’t sure if he liked or was a bit jealous of your calmness. Probably both.

“Hey there, booknerd.” You almost jumped.

“Oh, sorry, did I bother you?” He joked.

“Haha. You’re so funny. You should be a comedian, you know?” 

“I know.” 

“Now, what do we have to do, commander?” Oh, he really liked to be called commander. Probably more than you’re anticipating.

“Actually, right now nothing.” 

“Oh, really?” You smiled. “And after that?” 

“You're gonna keep up the act for a little longer. I’m gonna pretend to have Captain Howzer moved. I’m plan on taking you plus two guards.” 

“Alright. What else?” 

“You gonna have to pretend you like to be shown around by me. Or not. And do you happen to know how to shoot well?” 

“Not sure about the first part.” He smirked like he was saying “Yeah, sure. We’ll see about that.” And you continued:  “But yes, I can handle myself pretty well with a blaster.” You showed him your holster where your blaster was kept. 

“Good. This shouldn’t be so hard then.” 

“You know, I thought as observant as you are, you’ve assumed that before.” 

“Oh, sorry, sweetheart. I was too busy thinking planning stuff, fighting the chip and looking at other things…..” He looked at you up and down. You almost felt naked. 

“Holy…” You started. “Well, now I get how you used to have quite a reputation…” 

“Did I?”

“Please, don’t be an ass.” 

“That’s an impossible request.” 

“At least you know. Now can we go?” He moved and sited right next to you on his bed. Then he whispered on your ear:

“Why? Scared of being alone with me?” That sent shivers up your body. And you quickly moved.

“No! Oh, please no!” You shouted.

“Then why are you shouting, babe?”

“Because I can.” You continued shouting. “Now shall we go or what?” You now spoke quieter.

“Hmmm… Five more minutes. Now sit here and keep reading your book. I promised I’ll be quiet.” You couldn’t help but obey him while you rolled your eyes at him. You kept reading and he support his chin on your shoulder and appeared to be reading with you.

“Now shall we start moving? It’s been like 10 minutes already.” 

“Yes. And looked tired but at the same time happy. Like you just had a really damn’ good time.” 

“And why?” 

“Well, I don’t wanna loose my reputation.” You rolled your eyes at him again.

“Let’s just go, commander.” 

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Femslash February 2020 - Day 6

Sparks Across the Stars–a set of non-continuous, related ficlets set over the course of Hera and Ahsoka’s relationship.

Day 6: Upside Down (prompt from @femslashfeb) Rating: G Words: 921

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The best part of returning home to the Ghost is always the greeting she gets.  Today is no exception.

“‘Soka!”

The landing ramp hasn’t even fully lowered before Jacen is charging down it, flinging himself at her knees in total confidence that she will catch him before he hits the ground.  She does, swinging the toddler up and tossing him in the air while he shrieks in delight.

“Look at you, little one,” she laughs, settling him on her hip and ruffling his green hair.  “You get a little bigger every time I see you.”

“I’m growin’,” he informs her seriously, holding a little hand up in front of her face for inspection.

“So I see.”

Hera meets them at the top of the ramp, smiling softly and shaking her head at her son’s antics.  “Welcome back, love.  I think he missed you.”

“I missed you both too.”  It’s still so new, so wonderful, everything feels shivery and warm when Ahsoka leans down for a kiss, uninterrupted by Jacen kicking his heels into her thigh in protest.

“Mama, no!  I’m talking!”

Ahsoka is the one to pull away, trailing her free hand down one of Hera’s lekku as she turns her attention back to Jacen.  “Alright, little one.  What do you want to talk about?”

Ever the storyteller, he launches into a babbled tale that Ahsoka only half understands, something involving Chopper and his Auntie Sabine.  She nods along, following Hera into the ship and clambering up the ladder one handed.  When they get to the galley, she’s surprised to see that not only is there caf already brewing, but Hera dug out the spiced cream that only Ahsoka really likes.

“How did you know I was coming?”  She asks quietly over Jacen’s continued chatter, wincing apologetically when he stops and glares up at her indignantly.

“Felt you in my head.”  He seems to take her startled silence for disbelief, and pouts.  “Did!  You feel like—“ he flings his arms wide in a mimicry of an explosion, complete with sound effects.

“Do I now?”  She’s not at all sure what to make of that particular description, nor of the fact that Hera hasn’t even paused in digging through the cabinet of mugs.

She doesn’t turn, but Ahsoka can see the way her shoulders tense.  “He’s been feeling a lot of people in his head, lately.”

It’s hardly a surprise, given that the Force tends to run in families, but with Hera’s past, she can hardly be expected to be thrilled.

“I see,” Ahsoka murmurs, trying to come up with something, anything to ease Hera’s mind.

Insistently, Jacen pats at her cheek until she looks down again, and informs her “Uncle Zeb is purple!”

“He certainly is,” she agrees, switching him to her other side to take the cup Hera offers her.

“He makes me go upside down!”

“Really?”  She sets the cup down, adjusting her grip behind his legs.  “Like this?”

With a slight push he flops over in her hold, dangling and giggling wildly as she swings him back and forth.  Hera scoots her mug out of reach of tiny flailing fists, laughing as she seats herself at the table.  “I think sometimes Uncle Zeb forgets that not everyone can grip with their feet like he does.”

“That’s okay, we can still dangle him by his ankles,” Ahsoka laughs as she boosts Jacen back upright, plants a kiss on his forehead, and tries to settle him back against her hip.

Instead he flings his entire weight backwards, very nearly launching himself out of her grip.  “Again, mama-‘Soka, again!”

Only years of discipline keep her from dropping him headfirst on the floor.  Hera’s eyes have gone wide over the rim of her mug, and she makes a little choking noise.  Jacen, oblivious, continues to squirm in Ahsoka’s hold.

“Again, mama, again, again!”

She gives up and lets him fall backwards once more, unable to meet Hera’s eyes but unable to look away from the way her mouth twists and her fingers go white around the handle of her mug.  Ahsoka lowers Jacen to the ground, rolling him through a backwards somersault so he comes up laughing.

“You should go tell Chopper that ‘Soka’s here,” Hera suggests, her voice only shaking a little.

Jacen’s face lights up—he always likes feeling helpful, even if it’s only fetching Chopper—and he barrels toward the cockpit, leaving the two women alone.

Ahsoka finally looks away, clearing her throat.  “I’m sorry, I should have—“ she swallows, pushing away discomfort at the thought—“I’ll tell him not to call me that.”

“No.”  Hera’s voice still trembles, but there’s no trace of doubt in it.  “No.  You mean more to us than that.  To both of us.”  Ahsoka’s gaze snaps up to meet determined green eyes.  “If you want it, I think he should call you ‘mama’.  He usually calls me ‘mom’ anyway, so it won’t be confusing.”

It takes a very long moment before Ahsoka can reply, her throat working uselessly as she blinks back tears.  Finally, she manages to force out, “yeah, I’d like that very much.”

Hera does not fling herself into Ahsoka’s arms, they’re not exactly teenagers anymore, but it’s a very near thing.  The kiss says everything, though, with the way she can feel Hera shaking with emotion, the way her own fingers clench tight in the fabric of Hera’s sleeves.  They have more to talk about, more that needs to be said out loud, but for now this is enough.