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Modern Aemond Targaryen x Female (Oneshot)

Summary: Months ago Aemond hesitated to tell you how he felt. After your boyfriend breaks up with you, he won't make that mistake again.

Word Count: 3807

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, SMUT, Little plot, lots of smut, profanity, Size kink, Praise kink, Aemond being hot, seductive, funny, and adorable.

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‘Why the hell did I let them talk me into coming to this club?'

You know your friends are only trying to help you get through a rough breakup. “It’s time to stop moping and sitting around in your pj’s,” they tell you. “You need to get dressed up, go out, and have some fun,” they insist. So you give in, pampering yourself with a full beauty routine, choosing a racy bra and panty set, and putting together a little black outfit.

Checking yourself in the mirror before you leave, feeling better than you have in the past two weeks, with some of your old confidence coming back knowing that you look good. When your little trio walks into the packed club, you’re glad your friends talked you into coming out tonight, instantly feeling the intoxicating energy from the flashing lights, pulsing music, and dancing crowd.

Snagging a spot at the bar, you buy the first round of drinks, genuinely smiling for the first time since your boyfriend broke up with you. You’re enjoying your second drink and playfully teasing one of your friends when you spot him on the dance floor. Your now-ex-boyfriend who has his hands on his new girlfriend’s ass.

Wanting to act like it doesn’t hurt, you let your friends drag you out to dance. You try to enjoy yourself; you really do, but now the music is too loud, the club is too hot, and you just want to get off the dance floor. Giving your friends a weak smile, you let them know you need a break from dancing and head back to the bar.

Squeezing into a gap at the crowded bar, you try to catch the bartender's attention. While you wait, your mind goes back to your ex-boyfriend. Even though the spark between you was fading, the breakup came out of nowhere. How quickly he had another girlfriend led you to think he may have been cheating on you. So strong was your suspicion, you went to get tested just to be safe. ‘Doesn’t matter,’ you tell yourself. ‘It’s over, and you’re better off without him,’ you try to convince yourself, but it still hurts to be replaced so easily.

You’re drawn from your thoughts when a drink is placed in front of you. When you look up, the bartender says, “It’s from the guy at the end of the bar.”

Turning to look in the direction she’s pointing, you see the buyer of your drink, his long silvery white hair an easy giveaway to his identity. With a tilt of his head, he motions for you to join him.

You’re relieved to see a friendly face, so you don’t hesitate to pick up your drink and make your way over to him. With a genuine smile, “Hi Aemond, I didn’t see you over here.”

Aemond Targaryen returns your smile and immediately offers you his seat at the crowded bar. “Fortunately, I did see you.”

“Thank you, and thanks for the drink too,” you tell him as you slide onto the stylishly modern barstool, draping your leather jacket over the back.

You’ve known the Targaryen siblings for about a year, with Helaena being the one you met first. Since you were new in town, she took you under her wing, showing you the best places to hang out and eat and introducing you to people, including her brothers. Aegon is laid-back with a great sense of humor. He’s also quite a flirt, but a playful smack from his sister made it clear that you were her friend and not to be messed with.

Aemond, who’s a few months younger than you, is very different. Nowhere near as open as Hel and far more serious than Aegon, he's always intrigued you. He’s soft-spoken and reticent, holding back much of who he is, and that makes him difficult to read. You think that guardedness stems from a childhood accident that cost him an eye and left his face scarred.

For a while, you wondered if he liked you at all or if he was just trying to be nice because of Hel. But at parties, your boyfriend usually ended up playing games with Aegon and the guys, and you somehow ended up hanging with Aemond, just talking. Having those chances to talk one-on-one, you discover quick intelligence, a wry sense of humor, and a few shared interests. You decide that he’s just naturally reserved—someone who needs time to relax around people.

“You’re welcome. I’m glad I saw you,” he says, leaning down a bit to be heard better. “You look amazing."

Smiling at the compliment, “You clean up pretty good yourself."

While you’ve struggled to get a handle on his personality, there is no question in your mind regarding his looks. Dressed in black, his button-down shirt and trousers look tailored to his tall and trim build, he exudes sleek athleticism. His casually rolled-up sleeves show off his slender forearms, a stylish, expensive watch on his wrist, and beautiful, large hands with long, slim fingers. His angular face has chiseled features that give him a uniquely handsome appearance. Not even the faded scar or black leather eye patch can detract from his striking good looks. Tonight, his pale, silvery hair is simply pulled back into a loose braid that ends between his shoulder blades.

Taking a sip of your drink, you give him a curious look. “I’m surprised to see you here. Let me guess, Aegon dragged you out and then disappeared in search of something in a short skirt and heels."

“Are we that predictable?” He asks with a crooked grin. “Aegon wanted to meet up with some pretty little thing he’s had his eye on, and I apparently need to get out more.” Reaching for his own drink, ”What’s your story?”

“Some friends decided I needed a night out,” you admit sheepishly. As you answer, you see your ex-boyfriend back on the dance floor.

Aemond, noticing your stare, turns to see who you are looking at. He then moves around to stand between you and the dance floor, blocking them from your view. “Forget about him; he’s not worth it.”

You look down at your hands folded in your lap, trying to push down the hurt you feel when he urges your chin up with his fingers. He looks at you intensely and says, “Don’t cry over that asshole. You deserve far better than the likes of him, babe.”

Meeting his gaze, you nod your head and pull yourself together. ”You’re right. It may take some time, but I’ll be fine.” You down the rest of your drink with a determined smile.

Before you can stop him, Aemond somehow manages to catch the busy bartender’s attention and motions for another round of drinks. When you protest, he leans closer, putting his arm around you and resting his hand on your shoulder. “I’m taking care of you tonight, pretty girl.”

“You'll be better than fine, and it won’t take as long as you think,” he continues with a cocky little smile. “You just need someone who knows how to treat you."

A little jolt goes through your body; whether it’s from the heat of his hand resting on your exposed shoulder or the difference in his demeanor, you’re not sure. This is a more confident and assertive Aemond that you haven’t seen before, and the little nicknames are completely new.

But unsure of your instincts, you jokingly say, “Yeah, some day my prince will come.”

“Hmm. Maybe he already has, princess,” he replies before leaning very close to you, his lips almost brushing against your ear. “I’ve always had a crush on you, always wanted you.”

His words cause a flutter in your chest. When he takes hold of your hand and starts rubbing his thumb on your skin, your breath catches in your throat. “You never said anything." is all you can manage to get out as you turn your head to look at him in surprise.

“That was a mistake I‘m not making again."

Your faces are only inches apart; you’re studying him with wide eyes while your mind races to process this new revelation. The sounds of the club disappear; all you can hear is the pounding of your heart. Closing the slight distance between you, his lips barely brush against yours before pausing, waiting for a signal from you to continue. When your lips instinctively part, he takes that as the go-ahead to kiss you slowly.

His mouth is soft and hot, and his tongue running along your bottom lip feels so good. He pulls back much too soon for your liking, now that passion has sparked inside you. When you impulsively reach to wipe a trace of your lipstick from his mouth, he quickly captures your thumb, drawing it into his mouth, licking and sucking on the tip before releasing it with a kiss.

As warmth rushes through your body, you can feel your skin tingling. The thinking part of your brain tells you this is a bad idea; it’s too soon after your breakup and too impulsive. But the seductive look on his face, the breaking of physical barriers, and his admission of wanting you has started a throbbing between your legs.

Since you’re still stunned silent, he takes the initiative. “Tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours."

Biting your bottom lip, trying to sort your thoughts, you ask, “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

Aemond’s mouth tightens at the question, “I wasn’t sure if the attraction was mutual or if you just saw me as Hel’s kid brother. So I hesitated.” He looks away from you before adding, “Then you met him."

Knowing that opening himself up to others is not easy for him, you gently squeeze his hand in encouragement because you’re raw from your breakup and you need to know just what you could be getting yourself into with Aemond.

Shrugging his shoulders. "You seemed happy, and I thought I blew my chance with you.”

Little things about your friendship start to click in your mind, bringing a smile to your face. Now you’re the one holding his hand, rubbing circles with your thumb on his skin.

With a hopeful smile, he asks, “Can we get out of here?”

His request makes your heart thump in your chest, and you shift your hips in your seat before asking, “Where to?”

“My place?” Quickly adding, “We could talk some more or..." leaning close to your ear, his voice dropping lower with desire. “I could show you how much I want you, princess.”

Deep down, you’ve always loved the sound of his voice, and this new seductive tone causes a shiver to go up your spine despite the heat that is spreading through your body. Almost before you realize you're doing it, you’re slipping off the barstool, hoping your legs won’t shake.

Steadying yourself with a light hand on his chest and smiling up at him, you take a breath and say, “Alright, we can go... talk.”

Your reply earns you a rare, dimpled grin from him. He helps you slip on your jacket before firmly grasping your hand to begin leading you through the crowd to the exit. On your way out, you pass a grinning Aegon, but Aemond only glances at his brother, not bothering to stop.

Once outside, in the chill night air, he puts his arm around you as you walk through the parking lot. “You’re just going to ditch Aegon?” You ask with a chuckle.

“He knows what I’m up to,” he replies with a smirk. Laughing at your expression. “Aegon would get your boyfriend to play those stupid games at his parties so I could have some time with you.”

Reaching his car, he pulls you into a slow, deep kiss, holding you close to him with his large hands on your hips. Soon you’re fisting at the soft, expensive fabric of his shirt because it feels so fucking good kissing him, feeling him press his hard body against yours. You let his tongue tease its way past your lips to dance with yours as his fingers dig into your skin before he reluctantly pulls back to open the car door for you.

During the drive to his place, you text your friends, reassuring them that you are with Aemond and that everything is fine.

Curious about something, “So when Helaena would suggest a girls movie night, but we would end up at your place, you put her up to that?”

“I did not; she volunteered to do that.”

“My friend sets me up so her brother can walk around like a slut in sweatpants and a messy man bun. Wow, you Targs are something else,” you laughingly tease.

“I was desperate, pretty girl." His blush was visible even in the dim light of the car. “But you noticed,” he chuckles.

Aemond’s apartment is in one of the pricier buildings in the city, but you know his family has money. You’ve been here before, hanging out with the siblings for movie nights. Before you can even toe off your heels by the door, he pulls you to him with one arm around your waist, burying his face in your neck, nipping at your skin, then soothing the little bites with his tongue, making you moan softly.

“Wanted you so bad for so long,” he murmurs between little wet kisses over your throat.

Playfully, you tease him while tugging on his long braid. “Have you been thinking dirty thoughts about me all this time?”

“Fucking filthy thoughts,” as he crushes his lips against yours in a demanding kiss that takes your breath away. You both work to shrug your jacket off, letting it fall to the floor. You can feel the wetness forming between your legs as his long fingers caress the bare skin of your waist.

Pulling his shirt up, your hands explore the lean muscles of his flawless skin. When you bite at his lip, he groans into your mouth and grinds his hardening cock against you.

Trailing his lips down your neck, “Tell me you want me. I need to hear it," he pleads.

“I want you, Aemond; I want you to fuck me,” you moan breathlessly.

With your words, the last shred of restraint either of you had disappeared. By the time the two of you reach his bedroom, both of you are half naked, leaving a trail of clothing and shoes along your path.

“Fucking gorgeous tits,” he mumbles against your hardend nipple before taking it into his hot mouth again, sucking eagerly. Your other breast is being cupped in his strong hand, his fingers teasing the delicate peak. “Perfect tits all for me,” he hums as he switches to begin lavishing the other with attention.

His loose braid is long undone, and your fingers are tangled in his silky, soft hair. You can’t resist the urge to bait him a little. “You think just ‘cause you lick it, it's yours?”

His eye immediately shoots up to your face, and you feel a rough hum against your skin. Backing you up until your legs bump into his bed, he playfully pushes you down on the mattress.

“Aemond?” You squeak as you see the evil gleam in his eye. Kneeling on the floor, he pulls your legs to the edge of the bed and presses his face between them, rubbing his nose over your covered clit and inhaling deeply.

Resting on your elbows, you watch him tug down your panties, leaving you naked. He pushes your thighs wide with his large hands, and you see him shamelessly stare at your soaking wet pussy. “Who made you this wet, princess?"

You let out a gasp as he flattens his tongue and licks the length of your slit, never taking his eye off you. “Mine now,” he says with that familiar smirk of his.

Giving him your best, not impressed look, “It’s gonna take more than that, Targaryen.” you reply sassily. You watch him stick out his long tongue and start flicking your clit, before placing his lips over your little bundle of nerves, alternating between sucking gently and swirling his tongue over it.

Before long, you fall back on the bed, closing your eyes and giving yourself over to the wonderful sensations his mouth creates. His lips and tongue move through your folds, teasing your entrance, before returning to your swollen bud. Every little whimper or sob he pulls from you seems to spur him on. Compared to your ex, Aemond is the pussy eating champ.

Finding a rhythm that has you moaning “Fuck, you’re good at this.” He swells with pride, determined to make you a quivering mess. He relentlessly applies just the right amount of pressure on the right spots again and again. Your world is nothing but sloppy, wet sounds coming from between your legs and the orgasm building deep inside you.

When you reach down to tangle your fingers in his hair, your nails rake his scalp, causing him to moan into your pussy. "Mmm, baby, I’m close..don’t stop,” as you start to grind your hips against his mouth. Before you know it, waves of ecstasy that have your toes curling are crashing through you,leaving you shaking and breathless.

Aemond stares at your quivering pussy, watching more wetness leak from you. “You never answered my question. “Who makes you this wet? Hmm?”

Still blissed out from your orgasm, you gasp as he slides a long finger inside you. “You do, only you,” you whimper.

“That’s my pretty princess,” he coos as he adds a second finger, slowly dragging them in and out of you. “You gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy?”

‘Mmm yes,” While he rises from the floor, you move to the center of the bed, stretching contentedly and giving your legs a rest. You enjoy the sight of his erection straining against his boxers while he opens a drawer in his nightstand and pulls out a condom packet.

“Aemond, we can skip that if you want. I already got tested after the breakup; all good.

“I’m good too, promise," he says as he drops the condom back in the drawer. Lowering his boxers, he frees his hard cock. You wet your lips with the tip of your tongue at his perfect size while you watch him lazily stroke himself. Just looking at him makes your pussy clench; he’s the perfect blend of beauty and masculinity.

“Do you realize how fucking gorgeous you are?” You wonder aloud, your voice smokey with your arousal, taking in the glorious details of the sight before you. From his tousled hair falling past his shoulders to his defined, lean muscles and slim hips, you think he is a work of art.

His pale skin, already flush with his own desire, colors even more down to the tip of his beautiful, long shaft. Joining you on the bed, positioning himself so he is looming over the length of your body, he lowers down to kiss you, his hair falling in a silvery curtain around your head. You can taste yourself as he plunges his tongue past your teeth, deliciously invading your mouth.

Wrapping your arms around his waist and your hands on his back, you pull him closer, wanting to feel his weight on top of you. The soft hairs on his chest and legs tickle your sensitive skin, while his cock is hot and hard against you. You part your thighs wider to let him settle between them, curling a leg around his hip.

“You ready for my cock, pretty princess?” His voice is rough with his need to be inside you when he starts moving his length between your sensitive folds, coating himself with your slick wetness.

Nodding desperately, “Mmm, yes,” you murmur, ready to start writhing beneath him.

Finding your entrance, the head of his cock slowly pushes into you, making him hiss, and he doesn't stop until he can’t go any deeper. “Fuck, you're tight around me.” Slowly, he withdraws halfway before sliding back in and holding himself steady. Giving you a cocky grin, “I think you’re used to something smaller being in you.”

You know it’s true. You’ve never felt this full before, so wonderfully stretched. Your eyes go wider, and a moan escapes you when he gives a more forceful, deep thrust into you.

“Hmm, I’m right,” he smirks knowingly. His muscles flexing with each snap of his hips.

Sensing that he eats up praise the way he eats pussy, you’re happy to give him what he wants. “Fuck, you’re big; it feels so good.” Each time his cock hits that sweet spot inside you, a little jolt of exquisite pleasure goes through you, and you grip his hips harder, raking your nails along his skin.

“So beautiful.” He’s captivated by the sight of your tits bouncing as he pounds into you. “Taking all of me so well, princess.” He coos as he hooks an arm under your knee, the new angle causing more friction against your patch of nerves as he somehow picks up his pace.

“Close, so close,” you whimper. It’s not long before the tightened coil suddenly snaps, making you cum hard with an earth-shattering orgasm that leaves your body shaking.

Your pussy clenching around him starts to send him over his own edge. His balls tightening as he keeps fucking you through your climax. His release leaves him grunting and shuddering as his cock twitches and spurts hot cum deep inside you.

Both of you are left reeling as Aemond rolls off and flops on his side next to you. He gently gathers you into his arms, pulling you close and burying his face in your hair.

You can hear his soft hum of satisfaction, and you can feel his heartbeat against your hand on his chest as you lie in his arms, both of you trying to catch your breath.

“You good, princess?” He asks and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead with your contented sigh of "yes." Soon you both force yourselves from the too-comfortable bed to clean up. When you come out of the bathroom, Aemond gives you a soft, well-worn t-shirt to put on while he is already wearing gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips, no shirt, and his hair is up in a messy bun, earning a muttered, ”Slut,” from you.

“How come I call you princess, and apparently my nickname is 'Slut'? he teasingly asks.

“Awww, would you rather I call you ‘Prince Aemond'? You come back with mock sarcasm.

Grinning, “Prince Aemond, I like that.” Laughing when you roll your eyes at him, he heads to the kitchen for water and snacks for both of you.

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punkassfrance · 7 months

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Owned, Anderson - Abby x Reader (Drabble, Kinktober Day 5 - Collaring)

MDNI, 18+ ONLY You belong to Abby. She's determined to make sure everyone knows. This work contains collaring, strap sucking, established relationship, and dom/sub.

Having some fun with Abby!! You can consider this an extension of the boot worship if you want, a few years down the line, I just like to think of Abby as a very loving dom/girlfriend c: Again, I make no promises to do every day of Kinktober- just trying my best c: Thanks to @djarrex for the Halloween divider!

As Abby pulls the black leather out of her bag, your mouth dries at the sight. There’s a simple silver ring in the center, perfect for hooking a leash into. The leather is thick with a sturdy buckle on the back- as you cautiously step forward, you can tell the material is real.

A tag dangles from the ring.

“Owned”

You shudder before looking up to your girlfriend, who’s turning it over in her hands like she’s never seen it before. You know she’s looked for it since your birthday last year, probably tossing aside several options before settling on this perfect gift. It really is, you think. Perfect.

She takes the tag between her fingers and flips it over, showing you the engraving on the other side.

“Anderson”

You reach out to brush your fingers over the tag, feeling the burr around the letters before looking up to her.

“Gotta get on your knees if you want it.”

You don’t hesitate to fall to the carpeted floor of her room, keeping your eyes on her loving smile. It’s perfect. She’s perfect, and she’s looking down at you like you’re perfect too. Her fingers run over the leather, raising it to her sanguine lips and pressing a kiss to the smooth finish.

Cutting your worship short, she fastens the collar around your neck, pulling it just tight enough to keep a gentle pressure. You exhale, the feeling instantly calming your nerves- it feels like a good hug, or a heavy blanket. A new soother for long days and hard nights.

“God- you look so pretty like this, babe.” Her fingers trail up to your chin, holding you in place. “I thought long and hard about what to put on this, you know.”

She sits up and undoes her belt, pulling her pants down just enough to bare her strap to you. You don’t wait for an order, mouth falling open to take it in. As she gently thrusts into your throat, indulging in your gentle moans, she continues.

“Slut gave off the wrong message- you’re mine.” Her fingers slide down into her boxers, rubbing slow circles around her clit. “Bitch didn’t feel like you.”

She moans as you hold the tip of her cock in the back of your throat, eyes on her. You see her wince at the pressure as she grinds on her clit harder. She catches her lip between her teeth for a moment before releasing it with a sigh.

“Figured I should get right to the point. After all-” Her knees buckle just a bit before she regains her composure. “...anyone who sees this is gonna know you’re mine. You fucking belong to someone. Someone-” her other hand slides from your hair to the collar, hooking through the ring. “...who loves you enough to collar you.”

You look up with pleading eyes, whimpering as she throws her head back. She stops breathing for a moment as she cums, grinding down hard on her fingers, pulling you onto her cock by the collar. It’s suffocating, just for a moment. All you can do is watch.

As she starts to breathe again, you wait for an order, patient at her feet. Her chest is heaving, breasts sloping to a sharp peak under her tank top. You could study her body for the rest of your life and die happy.

Before long, she helps you to your feet, folding you into her arms and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Fucking hell, I love you.”

Hope you're enjoying Kinktober so far!! I was so tempted to end this in a proposal lol, something about making sure everyone knows you're hers "in and out of the bedroom".

Currently looking for a beta reader, please take a look at my work and DM me if you're interested!

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stardusthuntress · 10 months

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Triggered

TBB x female!reader (pronouns only)

Word Count: ~3.5k

Summary: Tech accidentally triggers your body dysmorphia. The Bad Batch team up to prove to you that they all love you dearly. Angsty comfort fic.

TW: This actively talks about body dysmorphia. Tried not to be too specific so it would be more generic and just comforting, but it does start with a kinda mean comment from Tech, he means well tho. No smut or nothing, but since it is potentially triggering for those with body dysmorphia, I am gonna label this as 18+.

A/N: Just felt like this needed to be written. Based on my own personal struggles, but also inspired by a conversation with someone on here who might also struggle with this. Hope this helps at least one person out there.

hyperspace dividers my own, tbb dividers by @/djarrex

Sitting in the cockpit, working on a project, Tech continues what is, to him, a normal conversation with the woman sitting next to him.

“I have noticed you are shaped differently than most women.”

He turns towards the copilot seat where she was sitting to find the seat spinning and vacant. He turns towards the door, only to see her exiting the ship.

Echo appears in the doorway, a flash of anger on his face. “What did you do? Why was she so unhappy?”

“I did not do anything,” Tech blinks at him in confusion.

Hunter appears next to Echo. “He told her she’s ‘shaped differently than other women’.” Of course he heard the whole thing from the other end of the ship, but Tech notices his tone implies that he, Tech, should not have said that.

“To us, ‘different’ is a positive character trait. Why did she leave the ship?” Tech asks, perplexed.

Echo sighs searching for words, but it’s Crosshair who answers, “to nat borns, being too different is bad,” is all he says.

Echo scratches the back of his neck and explains, “Most of them don’t like that ‘different’ is negative, but it takes a lot more work than you think to get rid of an idea that is so deeply ingrained in a culture.” He looks at Hunter and glances towards the open ship door.

Hunter returns the look and nods towards the door, “Go talk to her, we got him,” He gestures at Tech.

Tech blinks at them confused as Echo jogs out of the ship after her. Tech looks at Hunter then Wrecker, awaiting the usual explanation that followed his lack of emotional intellect. But they both seemed hesitant to start.

Over the comms they could hear Crosshair’s voice telling Echo where to find her. Cross was in his favorite quiet place, sitting atop the ship watching their comings and goings like a vulture.

Echo finds her hugging one knee and staring off into the distance atop a rock, overlooking the ocean.

“He didn’t mean—“

“—I know” she cuts him off. “But that doesn't mean I can always control how I react to it. I don’t want to feel this way, but my experience has taught my subconscious to react like this. I wish I could make it stop too, but that takes a lot of practice and a ridiculous amount of time. I’ll get there eventually,” she sighs.

He scoots next to her on the rock and just watches her. She glances at him, wishing he wouldn’t, starting to feel nervous about the way he’s looking at her, turning away to hide her face. That is, until he starts to talk again.

“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful your eyes look when you’re lost in thought?”

She huffs out a small laugh. “Even when they’re starting to get puffy and red?”

“Yes,” the confidence in his voice is unmistakable. “Has anyone ever told you that?”

“Not that meant it,” she mumbles into her knee.

He pulls her into a tight hug, and they sit there in silence for a while.

Echo’s not sure what to say exactly, all he knows is that there’s a lot more that has to be said before either of them are willing to return to the ship.

Echo pauses briefly as he passes her sleeping form curled in a chair.

Tech watches as Echo’s expression softens, and he just looks at her for a moment. Tech tilts his head to one side, like a tooka trying to see if the world makes more sense from a different angle (Tech finds it amusing to take these things literally and figuratively). As he watches, Echo leans down and presses a gentle kiss to the top of her head, and whispers something in her ear. She stirs slightly but doesn't wake. Echo stays put, brushing a hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear and petting her head until he’s sure she’s back out.

Tech feels a pang as he watches. Then his vitals monitor beeps at him. He looks down at his datapad, eyes scanning quickly, looking for the results from the algorithm he wrote to help him connect the way his body reacts to the emotions he struggles with. Sure enough, at the bottom of the screen, his “most likely emotion” algorithm flashes a single word at him: Jealousy.

When she’s settled back down, Echo continues walking to the cockpit doorway where Tech stands.

Echo, “I think we got lucky she was willing to come back onto the ship.”

“She’s not really back,” Crosshair’s voice snakes it ways into their minds, voicing the one thing they’re all worried about and prompting them all to look at her, curled into a tight ball, her head slipping onto her knees.

“She is sad,” Tech analyses. “I did not realize what I said would affect her this much, nor this negatively.”

“I think it brought up old stuff for her. She’s kinda like you, Tech. She needs evidence in order to believe something is true,” Echo notes.

“You are suggesting that I have to prove to her that being different is a good thing?” Tech asks. “I have ample evidence that she already knows that, but I do not understand why she did not take my statement in that way.”

Again, Echo sighs, “When I went after her, she told me… she’s spent most of her life just wanting to be as normal, as pretty, as the other girls, and all she ever got was a lifetime of evidence proving that she wasn’t.” Echo’s voice was quiet. He didn’t like saying it any more than they liked hearing it.

There’s silence as they all take this in. Crosshair had joined them, leaning in the doorway, still watching her sleeping form as they talked.

“But,” Tech is confused, he has a datapad full of evidence to the contrary, “we all react to her in ways that show how we feel about her. Do you mean to say she is incapable of seeing that?”

Echo chuckles darkly, gaze drifting to the floor as he scratches the back of his neck. He wouldn’t have put it quite so bluntly. He searches for a nicer way to explain it to Tech’s analytical mind.

“Yes,” Crosshair got tired of waiting for someone else to answer, “Nat born women are conditioned to doubt.”

Tech opens his mouth to protest, he wants to know what she is doubting, specifically.

But Echo starts talking first, “Nat borns don’t get a choice in the cultural conditioning that plagues them any more than we get a say in how the Kaminoans’ conditioned us. It’s up to us to prove to her that she just isn’t seeing the full picture.”

Tech blinks at the two of them, hoping someone will explain exactly how to do so and what exactly she is conditioned to think, but they don’t. To their surprise, Wrecker, who had been napping in the cockpit, is the one who answers.

“Don’t hide anythin’.” His voice is surprisingly quiet, his expression soft. They don’t often get a chance to see Wrecker this gentle.

They all look to Echo, he has more experience with women than any of them (except maybe Cross, but it’s not like he’s going to explain it to them unless he is forced to), not to mention more experience with the emotions of their brothers and the trauma of his own. Echo nods in agreement, “every glance, every time you want to brush her hair out of her face, or pull her into a hug just to feel her close to you. Don’t hold back. She needs to see it. But for now let’s let her sleep. Hopefully that will help a little.”

Tech finally gets a chance to talk to her the next morning. He had been hoping a fresh day would wash it all away, but it looks like today might be harder than he anticipated. She’s just laying in her bunk, curled into a tight ball on her side, hugging a pillow to her chest, staring off into the distance, a lost expression on her face. As he sits down on the bed by her feet she hides her face behind the pillow.

“I only meant……….” He sighs “To us, being different is good. I didn’t know nat borns don’t see it that way. I apologize.”

It’s quiet for a few minutes.

“I have never experienced sexual attraction to a being until I met you.”

She is still quiet.

He’s racking his brain for some way to comfort her. He’s no good at this part, usually emotional reactions were Wrecker’s department. So what would Wrecker do? His mind travels back to when they were cadets and he had yet to get his emotions under control. There were more than a few nights when he cried himself to sleep on Wrecker’s shoulder. Wrecker used to rub his back and tell him he’d never let the Kaminoan’s hurt Tech. Unfortunately, the damage had already been done, so telling her he wouldn’t let anyone hurt her wasn’t an option. He felt like he already had.

Touch! That was it! She usually responded well to the everyday touches from Wrecker, Hunter, and Echo. So he reaches out and gently places a hand on her knee. She’s wearing sleep shorts, and had tossed the covers off, so Tech’s hand sits directly on her skin. He didn’t usually go for touches like this, because he didn’t understand them, but this one felt like the right thing to do, so he went with it, starting to rub, slowly, up and down on her calf. She didn’t react, but she also didn’t push his hand away.

“Is this okay?” He asks, tentatively.

“Yeah,” she mumbles into the pillow.

He sighs and slumps a bit as he relaxes a little.

They sit there in silence for a few moments, just his hand running up and down her leg.

Tech sits up a little straighter, a look of eureka on his face.

“I can prove it,” he offers.

Finally, she begins to peek out from behind the pillow, and he knows this crease on her brow is curiosity.

“I can prove that I find you sexually attractive.” He clarifies. She just looks at him, curiosity piqued, though not like he’s used to seeing when she’s found something she’s excited to learn more about. Those are his favorite moments with her. When she’s excited to learn something new, and they can talk about the possibilities and implications that has on their day to day life, rapid fire. Learning more about the universe together. He vows to find a way to bring those moments back as soon as possible. They both need it.

He pulls his datapad out and brings up some data. “This data shows my vitals from the moment we met, overlaid on the footage I was recording so you can see the implications of visual stimulation on my vitals.” He sends it to her.

Her datapad lights up, it sits next to her head beneath the pillow that still hides him from view. Tech can see the light from under the pillow and watches as the pillow shifts a bit as she picks it up and looks at it.

After a while the pillow shifts again and the light goes away as she puts the datapad back down. She peers at him over the top of the pillow. She doesn’t have words to say anything. He takes that as a sign that he’s the only one who needs to keep talking right now.

“It took me a while to figure out what I was feeling. You know that I do feel emotions, but I struggle to understand them. But I compared it to the data I have of how my brother’s reacted to you and asked them about what they were feeling and how they could tell. I discovered that we have all become rather smitten with you, myself included.”

“That’s bound to happen considering I’m the only woman you’ve been around for months, and probably the only one you’ve been around for an extended period as grown men,” she mumbles.

“But that would take several months to begin to show an effect, yes?”

“Yeah…?”

“I can prove that our feelings began during our first mission with you. I can pinpoint the exact moment for most of us. I am always monitoring our vitals, so any spike in heart rate, or hormone levels I have recorded.”

He sends her his documentation, where he was attempting to understand what they were feeling. Complete with notes about ‘Echo explained that this is common during human attraction’ and ‘Hunter tells me this is a normal reaction to seeing a beautiful woman’ and even ‘Crosshair has indicated that I should talk to her about this’.

“You now have access to the file so whenever it is updated, you will be notified. I tend to update that one quite often. I hope this is a sufficient way to apologize. I am not sure how else to do so.”

“I’m sorry, Tech,” her voice is timid and quiet.

“Why are you apologizing?” Tech asks, nose scrunched, he does not understand.

“I’m sorry I walked out on you without saying anything.”

“I have come to the realization that when topics may be triggering, it is often easier to simply leave the room. I surmise that is why you left?”

“Yes.”

He didn’t want to force her to tell him more, so he just stayed quiet, hoping she might volunteer more information if she felt comfortable doing so.

“I never wanted to be this different,” is all she says.

“I like your ‘different’,” Tech volunteers.

“Is that you talking, or your brothers? What did they tell you to say to me? How much pity did they recommend you bring to the table?” Her tone of voice suggests she is getting mad again.

Tech’s eyes widen and he shakes his head rapidly. “No! Echo said to never pity someone. He said pity only hurts people. He made us all swear never to pity you for anything. I did not mean to imply that. I like your different, I mean that.”

“Sorry,” she whispers, sinking into the pillows again.

Again his mind reaches for something to help comfort her. He doesn’t like how she seems to be conditioned to apologize so often for things that are his mistake and not hers. Again, touch finds its way to the forefront of his mind. So he reaches out physically this time, for the hand resting on top of the pillow she still clutches.

His hand gently slides underneath her own, threading his fingers through hers. He’s struck with the urge to kiss her hand. He’s not sure why. He’s never felt this before. He tries to hold back.

Until Echo and Wrecker’s words surface amidst the confusion in his mind again, ‘don’t hold back’… ‘don’t hold back’… ‘don’t hold back’…

So he stops trying to hold back and lets go, and leaning forward, lifting her hand slightly, to press a soft kiss to the back of her hand. He doesn’t mean to let it linger, but he’s never felt this way before and he wants to remember it forever.

She looks at him with surprise. And then smiles a little. His heart skips a beat. Again, his vitals chart blinks at him, drawing his attention from her eyes. He laughs softly when he sees the new “most likely emotion” blinking at the bottom of the screen, so he shows it to her.

‘Adoration’, the blinking word reads. This time the smile doesn’t leave her face. It still hasn’t quite reached her eyes, but it’s starting to get there. As she stares in disbelief at the word on his screen, a new message from Echo pops up at the top of the screen.

Tech feels it buzz, but doesn’t take the datapad back, knowing now how important that one word is to her.

Her brow scrunches when her gaze drifts to the message from Echo.

She raises a finger to tap on it, but stops, realizing it’s not her datapad.

“You may open it, if you wish,” Tech offers. “I wish to show you I trust you.”

She smiles, the turbulence inside her beginning to settle again as she taps on the message from Echo.

As the message opens, she begins to shift. Moving the pillow around so she can sit up. As she settles, her hip presses into his own. He does not protest. He likes this touch. He moves to hold the datapad between them so they can both see it. It’s a photo of a beautiful waterfall sent to the group chat with the caption, “you guys would love this place”. He and Hunter were out scouting the camp site while they await their next set of orders.

From the increase in noise just outside the ship it seems that Wrecker is excited to go exploring.

“Would you like to go on a walk?” Tech asks.

She nods, squeezing his arm to her side briefly, whispering a quick “thank you” into his ear. He looks up at her happily as she stands up, letting his gaze linger on her as she bounces to find some civilian clothes to change into. She spots his look and pauses for a moment, confusion on her face.

“I like your happy, too,” he tells her. “You know we pride ourselves on being different. It was meant to be a compliment. I did not understand how sentient beings could be considered attractive until you joined us.”

She smiles at the floor, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“I like your shy, as well,” he adds.

She giggles.

…‘Don’t hold back’… he’s learning what that means. And this time he wants to hug her. So he stands up and opens his arms to her, a question on his brow.

She beams and throws herself into his arms. He wasn’t quite prepared for her enthusiasm. It sends them both back a few steps, until his legs hit the bunk and his hand reaches for the one above to stabilize them.

Today might be okay after all.

When the two of them arrive outside they find the commotion was Wrecker putting together a picnic. Crosshair pretends he didn’t help. They all know he did, but they let him think they believe him. Donning the packs Wrecker holds out, the four of them hike their way out to the coordinates Hunter sent them.

After they’ve eaten, as they are enjoying the sunlight and time off, Crosshair stops her for a moment, tilting her chin up to look deep into her eyes. Where confusion paints hers, his show only confidence and lustful smirk. In a split second the moment is over, he places a kiss on her forehead and walks away like nothing happened. His brothers pretend they didn’t see. Moments later, her datapad lights up with an update from a document of Tech’s. It’s the document he sent her earlier, the one filled with all his evidence that they all adore her. The newest entry is a snippet of a video of her and Crosshair from just a moment ago. She glances at Tech and nods a shy ‘thank you’.

That evening, Tech exits the cockpit to find her laying with her head in Echo’s lap as he pets her hair and they both study their datapads. Again, Tech feels a pang of jealousy, and it is once again confirmed by the flashing word at the bottom of his screen.

He sits down by her feet, pretending to be enraptured by something on his datapad too. She looks over at him and smiles, he returns his signature half smile, with half lidded eyes.

Hesitantly, she stretches out a foot and places it in his lap, biting her lip as she looks at him to ask if this is okay.

Tech holds her gaze and places his hand on her leg, stroking it just like he did before in answer to her question, and letting the hand holding his datapad rest on her ankle. Tech has never been so intimately close to a woman’s ankle before. He’s seen her’s plenty of times, she likes wearing shorter things that let her ankles breathe from time to time, but he’s never had a chance to really memorize every curve of them before, no matter how archaic a fascination with ankles may seem, it’s new to him, and he enjoys it.

Echo glances over, to exchange ‘told you so’ looks with Tech, but Tech is still looking at her, fascinated by the studious look on her face as she goes back to reading something on her datapad, still biting her lip as her mind returns to her work.

Instead Echo exchanges one with Hunter, who has just entered the ship, brushing rain from his ruggishly handsome locks.

Hunter stands in the doorway for a moment, before stepping forward and placing a kiss to her shoulder, then heading to the fresher to find a towel for his hair.

In Echo’s lap, he can feel her cheeks warming as she tries to suppress a small smile. This is new to her too, but who would say no to 5 sweet, handsome men doting on them?

Please don’t steal my work! I pour my heart into these so if you like it please reblog to share instead of reposting it!

#zenith writes #tbb x reader #tbb tech x reader #sergeant hunter x reader #tbb crosshair x reader #arc echo tbb x reader #tbb hunter x reader #tbb x you #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch x you

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zae5 · 3 months

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Softcore

Summary: Alys relishes in the sweetness of revenge with a kindred spirit.

Word count: 400

Dividers by @djarrex

“What have you seen?” he asks her bluntly in accordance with their arrangement these few moons, transactional with a tinge of trust.

She feels the air shift around her as she descends, flexing her fingers by her side with discomfort. The Tower of Dread looms behind her as she glides through the open sky, the moon greeting her as she makes her way forwards with purpose. She spots him at the entrance, staring into the giant hearth, still like the absence of the habitual winds haunting the land. It is the hour of ghosts in the Hall of Hundred Hearths, the giant chambers that gloat of the residence of thousands yet their shadows remain the ones that cling to the walls. He doesn't turn to acknowledge her presence, simply lifting his head to stare at the mantelpiece above, a myriad of swords crossed over each other in formation much like the throne he seems to covet yet despise all the same.

“Nothing of significance” she responds playfully, surprising them both.

He turns to her then, displeased before she sees his eye widen in shock. The flicker of emotions that pass through that otherwise unfeeling gaze makes her smile, for in his stare she sees something of her own. Appall and wonder shine through the mirror that dangles between them as she stands before him, suppressing her glee to twirl, turning to the fire for comfort instead.

“I was owed a debt” she finds herself admitting after a pause, vague yet hopeful.

“So it seems” is all he remarks, still gazing at the droplets that cling to her. Rivulets of red coat her skin from the tips of her lashes to the womb she's tormented far too many times, blazing maroon in the light as she regards him again.

“You shall need this in the days to come” he says, cocking his head as he takes in the sight before him without a hint of discomfort.

“My thirst for blood?” she smirks inching closer to the warmth he emits. She feels him bring his palm to her face, clammy yet certain as he runs his fingers along her cheek tracing a droplet all the way to the muck on her chin before bringing it to his lips.

“Your penchant for winning” he says before tasting her victory. Blood, she thinks, has never tasted sweeter than on lips that desire the same.

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#house of the dragon #alysmond #alys fics #zae's fics #aemond x alys #aemond targaryen x alys rivers #alys x aemond #hotd fics #hotd imagine

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freesia-writes · 11 months

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For the 500 followers prompts: #3 switching dates on a double date…with an at first standoffish but then slowly warming up Crosshair. And congratulations on 500 followers! So glad you’re in this community 🙏🏻❤️

So grateful for you and your sweet spirit! We decided to tweak this one slightly, after some discussion, so instead of a double-blind date, You and Crosshair are each on a blind date, in the same restaurant. And this is kind of an AU… just so Cross can be in his sexy clothes. ;)

Crosshair x GN(I think?) or Fem Reader Word Count: 2k Content Warnings: PG-13, suggestive, making out, Crosshair being an ass as usual. ;) Dividers by @djarrex

“All alone?” a silken voice came from beside you, startling you out of your reverie. You’d been absently twirling your straw in your fingers, and dropped it in surprise. Jerking your head up, you took in the newcomer: a tall, slender, sharp-looking man with silvery gray hair, peppered with black. He had the most intense eyes you’d ever seen, further accentuated by the tattoo of a target around his right eye. His presence was somehow chilling and thrilling at the same time, and you were spinning your wheels trying to find your words.

“I’m meeting someone, actually,” you answered, finding your courage again. “I just came early to… prepare…” Your eyes dropped to your drink, a strong concoction that you’d nursed almost to the bottom.

“Hmm,” the stranger huffed, an odd mix of smugness and disbelief. “Sounds like you’re really looking forward to it.”

“Well what are you doing here?” you asked, turning to face him more fully. Perched on your stool, you were almost the same height as he leaned on the bar counter with both elbows. “Having a night out to lurk and criticize?” There it was… the snark you were so well-known for… that often kept people at an arm’s length. But he didn’t seem to be put off by it, instead rising to his full height to face you head on as well. He was wearing a dark gray turtleneck and a long, dark coat over some black pants that made him look both smooth and sharp. Either your drink was hitting you early, or his presence had a dizzying effect. Whatever it was, it sent a jolt of electricity down your spine.

“I’m actually on a blind date,” he crooned, smiling in a way that didn’t reach his eyes. “But I have a feeling I’ll be leaving with you.”

You laughed in his face, struck by his deadpan delivery of such an assumption. “Oh really?” you challenged, tilting your head. Damn, maybe your friend was right, and your type really was just a-holes in general. “That seems like quite a leap.”

“Maybe,” he murmured, lifting a hand to touch the bottom of your chin, which you slapped away despite the insane heat blossoming through your body in response. He smiled, a little half-smile that made you want to punch him or kiss him, you weren’t sure which, and then he sauntered away, giving you a little salute as he headed for a table in the corner.

“Hmm,” you responded automatically as the engineer in front of you continued prattling on about chargers or combustors or capacitors or something. He was the latest blind date your friend had insisted you go on, and no matter how many times you told her that you clearly had different tastes, each time she demanded that you at least give it a try, that this one was different. You weren’t sure what her type was, but you were slowly checking off every possibility of what yours was NOT. You felt bad -- the guy in front of you meant well enough… probably… but he had yet to ask you anything about yourself, instead opting to try to impress you with his decadent knowledge of starship engines. Or weapons. Or something.

You hadn’t been able to focus, instead magnetized by the simmering presence of Mr. Assumption in the corner. Your table had [un]fortunately been situated so that you were facing him the whole time, seeing him over the shoulder of the date in front of you. You watched as he reclined, stretching a long arm across the back of the booth, having occasional conversation with the woman before him. From what you’d been able to tell, not that you’d been paying attention, she seemed very bubbly. Her movements were incredibly animated, and the deeply plunging neckline above her ample bosom left little to the imagination. She alternated between trying to be seductive and acting playful and cute, and you could almost feel the repulsion radiating from the stranger.

A smirk found its way across your face. You knew his type, or so you thought. Hell, you kind of were his type… aloof, introspective, keeping your cards close to the chest. Life hadn’t been kind to you, and the shell you’d built up around yourself was firmly in place to guard against all the hurts that lurked around every corner. A few people were let in, however, and you were fiercely loyal and devotedly loving to them. So much so that they were often shocked to hear what others perceived you as.

“Oh, you like that?” the soft, round-faced man at your table said, bringing you back to the present. The bewilderment flashed across your face for only a split second before you realized he had taken your smirk to be a response to whatever he’d been sharing. You sighed, wondering if you should just put him out of his misery right now and save him the trouble of eighteen more ion engine explanations. But the stranger in the corner booth suddenly looked at you, sending another spark through your chest, and you didn’t even realize you’d been staring at him. He grinned smugly, winking almost imperceptibly in your direction, before turning back to his drink.

You were infuriated. You knew it was petty, but you’d always been accused of being stubborn, and so be it. You decided to have the best date of your life. This guy didn’t know what he was in for. Brightening up considerably, you leaned forward, as though you were hanging on every word, and eagerly encouraged your date to share more about his incredibly fascinating and mind-blowingly unique insight about starship parts.

The facade was exhausting. It had been an hour, punctuated only by bites of the mediocre food in front of you, and you were about ready to throw something. Why you got yourself into these situations, you didn’t know, but you could almost feel the haughty eyes of Mr. Assumption on you as you laughed loudly, playfully swatting the hand of the man across from you.

“This has been so great!” he exclaimed, ruddy cheeks aglow with delight. “Want to go back to my place?” You cringed inwardly at the straightforward progression. Dinner, conversation… annnnd sex. If the dinner and conversation was any hint, the sex would be wildly disappointing as well. But you weren’t about to let that cocky corner-dweller come out on top.

“Let’s go,” you answered, rising to your feet and taking his arm. You sent a proud glance over your shoulder, purposefully catching Mr. Assumption’s eye, and blew him a tiny kiss goodbye as you headed for the door. His eyes darkened for a moment, but it was gone just as quickly, and you disappeared around the corner.

The night air was cool, and your date was back to talking. He realized he hadn’t asked you about yourself, finally, and was peppering you with some of the most random, confusing questions you’d ever received. You were trying to keep up, thoughts clearly elsewhere, when you reached the stairs to his apartment building.

“Here we are!” he announced triumphantly, gesturing grandly to the dingy high-rise. “I hope you’re ready for the best night of your life.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, unable to keep it up any longer. “I’m so sorry. I think I’m going to be sick. Thanks for dinner!” you spluttered, turning to head back to the train station without another word despite his confused questions behind you. He didn’t follow, though, and you were intensely grateful, feeling a lightness on your shoulders as you rounded the corner. The streets were fairly quiet in this part of town, and you’d opted for a later dinner than usual, so the serenity was welcome after hours of being fakely interested.

You scanned the sidewalk ahead, heart skipping a beat as you saw a tall figure in a long jacket, leaning against the light post up ahead. It couldn’t be… But as you drew nearer, indeed it was… Mr. Assumption from the restaurant, notably alone, almost waiting for you to reach him. You thought about turning around, or heading down a side alley, but at this point it was fairly late, and you just needed to get home. As you walked up slowly, he tilted his head, illuminating the side of his face with the glow of the various lights and signs around. He had a toothpick in his mouth now, and was emanating smugness as you stopped in front of him.

“Are you done wasting time?” he purred, and without your permission, a flush blossomed across your cheeks. You didn’t get it. He was an ass. A cocky, overbearing ass. And yet he seemed to have the depth of an ocean in those pale brown eyes…. And you wanted to dive in.

“Do you like the way it makes you feel? Being all secretive and suggestive, thinking you can just wrap anyone around your finger with some mysterious words and sultry glances?” you accused, lifting your chin defiantly. “Does it make you feel powerful? You like that?”

His eyebrows twitched, expression unreadable. Little did you know just how much he did like that, and the desire he felt was brimming to the surface. He was so tired of people, with all their niceties and nuance, and perceiving a kindred spirit was both refreshing and intoxicating to him. You weren’t like the others, who were either repulsed by him or simpered over every word he said. You could hold your own, but there was more to you than met the eye, he was sure.

“Sultry glances?” he answered, ignoring the rest. “My dear, I think you’re misreading things.”

“Oh, so I’m going home with you, but you don’t show any interest in me? That makes sense,” you said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Do you want me to just be putty in your hands?” Your teasing was enticing, and as you regarded him evenly, daring him to make the next move, he let out a breathy chuckle at your accusation.

“Wouldn’t you like that?”

Holy kriff. How was he able to do that to you? Yes, you would like that. Very much. Because unlike the round-faced date from earlier, you had a feeling that he would know exactly what to do. He could tell you were thrown off balance, the smugness returning, as well as a flash of warmth that you hadn’t seen before.

“The name’s Crosshair,” he continued, saving you from your frantic scramble for a snarky retort as he flicked his toothpick away and reached out a slender hand. Breathing your own name, you took it, trying to return the firm (and somehow suggestive?) handshake he gave you. “And I didn’t say you were going home with me, I just said you were leaving with me. But if the shoe fits…”

You laughed, feeling your guard let down even more. “Well I guess you were wrong then…” you pointed out, savoring the semblance of victory. It was short-lived, however, as he slowly sidled toward you, pushing you back toward the art gallery behind you. The windows were dark, surrounded by cold brick that you suddenly found your back pressed against as he leaned over you, lazily resting on one elbow above your head, the other hand playing with your waist.

“I guess I was,” he admitted, face hovering inches from yours. You felt electrified, frozen in place, and lifted a hand to his chest without thinking. It was hard, and warm, leading you to wonder what other parts of him felt like. His admission was more meaningful than you’d expected, and you reached the other hand up to his neck, pulling him down to kiss him with all you had. It seemed as though he couldn’t be surprised by anything, as he fitted his form against you, wedging a thigh between your legs and digging his fingers into your hair. Your mouths met again and again, soft and tender at first, then more intent and suggestive, your tongue sliding along his and your teeth pulling gently on his lower lip. He trailed kisses down your neck, each one blazing fire through your body, and when he left a mark on your collarbone, you bit your lip, pulling his head back up to face you, eyes ablaze with passion.

“Not so bad, being wrong, is it?” you teased, and he growled his amusement as he leaned back in.

(Looking for a smutty continuation that’s turning into a full story? Look no further…)

#crosshair x reader #crosshair #crosshair tbb #tbb crosshair #the bad batch crosshair #tbb crosshair x reader #tbb crosshair x you #crosshair x you #bad batch one shot #crosshair one shot #tbb one shot

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questforgalas · 11 months

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Sibling moments in the Bad Batch that live rent free in my head

S1E6 "Decommissioned"

Giving their 10 year old little sister shooting lessons in a bar

Wrecker and Hunter just watching and judging while Echo does the actual teaching

Soft Echo shoulder pats 🥹

Protective Wrecker and Hunter activated when the Weequay heckles Omega

"Not exactly a natural, is she?" 😂

Hunter trying to subtly agree with Wrecker's analysis

Hunter and Wrecker's faces at being caught by Cid after she hits Wrecker in the shoulder

In unison head nods at Cid

TECH SHOVING HUNTER AND ECHO OUT OF THE WAY TO EXPLAIN WHAT A TACTICAL DROID IS

the pure panic on his face as he looked around while no one info dumped about tactical droids is one of his funniest moments

Echo's "excuse you??" gasp at Tech for shoving him out of the way

Hunter's extremely unsurprised face at being shoved out of the way by Tech

Hunter's coy smile at Tech when he starts info dumping 🥹

have i mentioned how much i love how proud they are of each other?

Hunter's nonchalant shrug at Wrecker after he's offended by Cid for being shoved off the table

In unison check in glances

"This old trick??"

now rewatching with as much detail as I am, I never noticed how much Hunter observes the squad from the background, he always has an eye on his family

"But being the lookout was Crosshair's job" "That wasn't a request" younger sibling vs older sibling perfection

Tech and Echo's in unison grabbing and aiming their blasters on a dime so sexual

Tech and Echo's "uh oh" glances when they're caught by the workers

Hunter and Rafa need to bone

"Figure it out!" "Yeah, that's easy for you to say!"

"Wrecker, hurry!" "Wrecker, what are you waiting for?" literally no patience I love them so much

Hunter's panicked tone when he yells for Omega 🥹 the dad!batch era is beginning

Tech's worried tone when Wrecker doesn't respond 🥹

"I got tired of you guys having all the fun"

the battle droid that wakes up and asks "did we win?" cracks me up every time, the B1 droids are some of my favorite parts of TCW

Echo's little nod at Omega after she flawlessly shoots down the police droids 🥹

Tech and Hunter's bashful glances at each other when they admit they didn't know who the tactical droid was for, sheepish babies

#tay writes #divider by djarrex #the bad batch #tay rewatches the bad batch #tech #hunter #omega #echo #wrecker

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din-miller · 6 months

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Blue Numbers Upon My Heart And Skin

Pairing: Rex x AFAB reader

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: it’s your wedding night and you have a surprise for your riduur.

Warnings: spoiler alert it’s a tattoo, 18+, unprotected piv (don’t be silly wrap your willy), 501st feels, married couple

A/N: I have no excuse for this. It’s my birthday and I wanted to write smutty smut. The divider is brought to you by @djarrex and @saradika The summary is lacking finesse but please read. Fives’ version < cause I’m obsessed with tattoos apparently. And after seven months I finally finished the clone wars and have thoughts

You knew the moment Rex introduced you to the 501st that it’s a package deal even if Rex hadn’t at the time.

It was him and them.

Then it was him, them and you.

A misplaced family in an unforgiving war.

It came as no surprise that when Rex finally asked you to marry him, a round of thunderous cheers came from somewhere in the background when you said yes.

Cody was Rex’s best man and Hardcase served as yours. It was a rather traditional wedding, small and lovely. All the 501st and 212th attended. Kix, through tears, officiated the ceremony. Tup made the wedding cake, Echo and Fives were in charge of decorations, which, surprisingly, didn't include too many lewd decorations. Jesse helped pick out your wedding outfit. A suit, white with blue stripes, fitted to showcase your figure.

It was everything you had imagined.

You just hope the night ends the way you planned it too.

It's just a matter of minutes before your secret is revealed. The three numbers Jesse tattooed onto your inner arm, right above your elbow, bare for Rex’s eyes. You didn’t tell Rex about your plan to get a tattoo, nor what it is. At the time it felt right – still feels right – but you’re a little scared of Rex’s reaction.

Your back is pinned up against the wall, Rex’s body hot against yours as he steals the air out of your lungs in a bruising kiss, his left hand slowly trailing its way up your inner thigh and you tremble at the sensation. Rex grinned in satisfaction when he felt the muscles under his fingers twitch.

Without breaking the kiss, Rex’s hands skillfully work your clothing off and before you could take a hold of your body, it noticeably tenses. Definitely not a reaction you should be having to your husband on your wedding night. Which is why you don’t blame Rex when he breaks the kiss, separating from you like you burned him.

You fight the urge to cover yourself, it would only make matters worse. Your husband’s eyes met yours, studying you and you can tell he's baffled when he can’t find a lick of pain or discomfort on your face. You don’t need a mirror to know your eyes are darkened with lust, pupils completely swallowed by your need to have him near you, inside you, and despite that fact he’s avoiding looking at your naked body, you can still see the way his body is hungry for you.

You don’t want that hunger to go away. You don’t want guilt to flood his mind. Don’t want him thinking you don’t want him. So you awkwardly shoved your arm into his face, your tattoo barely an inch away from his eyes.

“What are you doin-,” Rex stopped, expression blank as he took in the newly inked skin. Then, after a good minute of panic settling inside you, he traced the numbers, a soft smile momentarily replacing his lust filled expression, “501.”

You nodded, eyes becoming glossy as you smiled up at him, “Today I took you as my riduur and them as my kin. I want the galaxy to know that. To know that I’m yours.”

His reaction was instant; a growl escaped his throat, hands pawing at your body desperately as he pushed you towards the bedroom, “Bed.”

“Yes, Captain!” You saluted, wiggling your shoulders as you did so, your breast bouncing side to side. Rex moaned and before you could blink, he threw you over his shoulder and dropped onto the bed – gently mind you – but it still knocked the breath out of you. Flat on your back, spread out across the silk sheets, you raised a brow at him, “Oh Captain, do you treat all the ladies this way?”

“No, just my riduur,” Rex purred, sitting between your legs, eyes flickering down to your dripping pussy before roaming leisurely up your body, pausing on your newly inked skin, “Does it hurt?”

“No, I wore a patch designed for tattoos. Fully healed.”

“So I can do this?” His eyes darkened as he brought your arm up to his mouth, lips wet against your skin, “And this?” His teeth gazed over the ink, his breath tickling your inner elbow and you’re torn between laughing and whining.

“How do you want to proceed?” You asked, fingers running down his back, pulling him in against your chest, legs slotted together, pelvis pressed together.

“I want your mouth on me,” Rex breathed, tucking his head into the crook of your neck, his cock nudging your hip, pulling a gasp out of both of you, “But I don’t think I’d last a second with your sinister lips around me.”

“That’s okay, I understand. Let me grab the lube.” You kissed the top of his head, sliding out from underneath him long enough to grab the bottle of lubricant you packed. You don’t use it often, but there are days like this, where Rex is so worked up and on edge that he can’t make it past foreplay before cumming like a shiny. His words not yours.

You wordlessly handed the bottle to him and settled back in your previous position, legs spread wider to allow him access to your sex. Rex pressed a quick kiss to your lips before undressing himself.

You shamelessly watched, mouth watering as you took in every flex of muscle as his clothes went flying in every direction and your eyes followed a string of pre-cum as it dripped down his length. If Rex wasn’t so sure he’d cum the moment your lips made contact with his cock, you’d be on your knees right now begging for a taste.

“I’m going to make this so good for you, mesh’la.” Rex promised, the mattress dipping as he braced himself over your body, his slender fingers circling around your entrance applying lubricant, letting it mix with your own arousal before slowly sliding two fingers inside you.

A wanton whine left your mouth, heat shooting to your core. You held onto his shoulders, feeling the muscles underneath your palm move as he fingered you with expert precision, a long known knowledge of where to curl his fingers to have your back arching off the bed, his name filling the air as your walls clamped down around him.

“Rex, I’m so close,” You warned, fucking yourself on his fingers as you chased your own pleasure.

Rex lowered his forehead to yours in a keldable kiss, “Let go, I got you.”

With a choked off shout you came undone around his fingers, gasping for air as your orgasm soaked his hand, too much and not enough. You need more. You need your husband in the most intimate way. You blindly reached down and Rex must have understood. Using his clean hand Rex tilted your head up to meet him, “Are you ready?”

Not trusting your voice just yet, you answered by guiding his cock towards your entrance, closing the space between you and him. You moaned as he filled you up, inch by inch as your walls stretched around his meaty girth. Once buried deep inside, Rex’s head dropped onto your shoulder and he shook his head, "Cyare, i-I can't - it's going to be fast."

“It’s okay, Rex,” You reassured, smoothing down his hair, “Make me your riduur.”

Rex kissed the hollow of your neck as he waited for you to adjust to his size before setting a slow pace. In and out, in and out, speed picking up on each second thrust, eliciting moans, whimpers and whispers of pleasure from you as you rocked back meeting his thrusts, taking him deeper each time.

“Oh, maker,” You gasped out, nails digging into the sheets below you as his cock pounded into your cunt, “Harder, Rex, harder!”

Rex changed the angle of his thrusts, pace becoming a hard rapid slap slap slap and you cried out when the tip of his cock hit the bundle of nerves inside you, your eyes watering as you begged him not to stop. With a rough groan Rex grabbed your hips to move you in tandem with his thrusts and you bounced on his cock with breathless whines.

It didn’t take long until you felt the coiling heat in your abdomen return; you’re not going to last much longer. You propped yourself up on one elbow as your other arm slid between your legs, fingers finding your clit as you circled the little bundle of nerves, legs quivering as you applied just the right amount of pressure, chasing your orgasm.

“Kriff, you're so tight, so beautiful like this, all full of my cock,” Rex moaned, gripping your hips tighter as he kept his thrust even, mouth pressing hot open kisses to your breast, “Cum for me riduur, cum on my cock.”

With a choked off cry you did, your orgasm hitting you in brutal force and you threw your head back against your pillow, your cum soaking his cock and the sheets below you.

“Kriff, look at the mess you made. I’m not going to last, cyar’ika. I can’t –maker-,” Rex draped himself over you, biting down on the flesh of your breast, whispering praises into your skin, his cock pulsing against your walls and with a string of mando’a he was cumming deep inside you.

Finished, he slumped on top of you, bonelessly, exhausted and content. After a few moments of silence, Rex slowly eased out of you, flopping down beside you on the bed, his arms drawing you into his embrace.

“When Jesse said that you had a surprise gift for me, I had imagined it would be lingerie,” Rex admitted before letting out a laugh, “I probably should have been a little more concerned that he knew you bought lingerie.”

“You imagined me in lingerie?”

“Daily,” The corner of Rex's eyes crinkled, amused with himself. He ran his hand down your arm until he found your tattoo and placed a kiss to the inked skin, “Jesse I imagine, did a good job on the tattoo. Looks nice. Kix bandaged it right?”

“Stood guard during the tattoo process. Pissed Jesse off,” You swallowed, eyes avoiding his gaze as you bit down on your bottom lip, “You’re not mad? They’re your battalion, you’re brothers. I’d understand if you-,”

“Riduur, Kix married us, Echo and Fives came together to complete one brain cell and managed to not catch the venue on fire. Jesse tattooed you and Tup made us a cake,” Rex reminded you, and you felt a little foolish, “They’re your brothers too. They’d die for you and I know you’d do the same.”

He’s right. You’d do anything for them and vice versa. You gave a content sigh, relaxing into his embrace, “Most people don’t talk about death on their wedding night.”

“We’ve never been ‘most people’, cyar’ika.” Rex said, pushing you back flat against the mattress, capturing your lips in his.

You playfully nipped at his bottom lip before pulling back with a coy smirk, “Did I mention Dogma and his husband got me a lingerie set as a wedding present? If we get up and have a shower it should be washed, dry and ready by the time we’re done.”

“You expect us to be in the shower for forty-five minutes?”

“If you’re lucky.” You gave a naughty sway of your hips as you walked out the bedroom.

#captain rex #captain rex x reader #the clone wars #the clone wars fanfic #yeah I gave dogma a husband. what about it #Justice Joy Writes #married couple | the clone wars

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heich0e · 6 months

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Trick or treat!! :3 may I come to you humbly asking about choso… have a lovely night Liv!

happy halloween to u both!! he is the greatest treat of all <3

"We don't have to watch this, you know."

At the other end of the sofa, Choso sits incredibly stiffly. He's as close to the edge of his seat as he could possibly be, his knees very nearly knocking against the edge of the coffee table which sits in the centre of your living room—poised halfway between the couch and your television, which is currently a mere twenty minutes into the horror movie the two of you had decided to sit down and watch that evening.

Well, maybe saying the two of you decided is a bit generous; but when you had suggested it—having heard nothing but rave reviews about it from one of your coworkers a few days prior—Choso had obliged you without question.

"No," Choso replies, his voice a little strained. He peeks over at you from the corner of his eye, his lips curling up in an unconvincing little smile. His eyes return back to the screen where one of the tertiary characters is in the process of being brutally slain. "It's alright. I'm... enjoying it."

But perhaps therein the issue lies.

Choso always obliges you. And now, you recognize it may be to his own detriment.

"Choso," you call to him softly, and he peeks over at you again. Your living room is dark save for the cool blue light from the television screen, and it bathes him in a gentle, almost ethereal glow. You push yourself up on your hands and knees, creeping down to the other end of the couch towards him. He welcomes your intrusion without any reservation, effortlessly accommodating the way you curl into his side and toss your legs into his lap so they drape over his own.

Another nameless character on the screen meets their bloody demise, but this time Choso doesn't stifle a flinch—his attention is on you.

"It's kinda scary," you say, letting your lip jut out just enough that it doesn't seem overly feigned. You scrunch up your nose and then lean further into him, burying your face in the collar of his hoodie. You mumble a quiet, I don't think I like this, into the fabric for good measure.

Choso's hand creeps upwards, his thumb tracing a delicate shape into your skin as his sweeps his palm along your back comfortingly. You grip the material of his sweatshirt in your fist as you turn your body into his just a little bit more, practically chest-to-chest and straddling one of his strong thighs now as he holds you.

When you peek up towards him, lifting your face from the crook of his neck, you see the way his lips are parted and glossy—like his tongue only just laved across them—and his dark eyes are fixed raptly to you.

"You were so excited about watching this, though," he murmurs softly, his deep voice reverberating through his chest and into yours, and the sound makes something kindle in the pit of your stomach. His lashes flutter in a blink, and you inch a bit closer to him unconsciously until your lips are almost level with his own.

"Yeah," you sigh the word softly, and Choso inhales responsively as if to share the breath. You use your grip on his hoodie to pull yourself a bit more firmly against him, a subtle but intentional roll of your hips that makes the highest points of his cheeks stain in a pretty pink blush that's stark in contrast to the television's blue light. "But there are other things I'm excited about too, y'know."

(@antique-remains)

#liv got mail #trick or treat!!#divider credit @djarrex

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iggy5055 · 1 year

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Imperial Crosshair x reader smut

Implied Poly Bad Batch

Summary: When Crosshair finds you and the Batch on Bracca things don't go as you planned.

Uninjured Crosshair

Dividers belong to: https://www.tumblr.com/djarrex

Warnings: SMUT, violence, swearing, non con (kind of), Dom/sub

MINORS BE GONE!!!!

Minors DNI

All was quiet. Or at least as quiet as things could be with the Batch. Tech, Hunter and Echo where all inside the old Jedi cruiser while Omega and Wrecker where outside as Wrecker was teaching her how to disarm a bomb.

It was so sweet how much the boys took care of her, as their newly minted younger sister, but she was very much loved.

It was amazing how easily she got used to her new surroundings with the Batch. It took me a while and then things started to get spicy between us it was a whole new kind of relation ship to maneuver. But I wouldn't change it for the world.

I joined the batch Before Echo, the Kaminoans thought it would be good to have a proper medic for the Bad Batch but didn't want to waist a medic form the regs. Tech, with his wide array of knowledge had no problem acting as a medic but before I joined them I was a doctor in an ER before I joined the army. I could treat a plethora of wounds and injures with speed and precision. I was also the only one who Wrecker would let give him needles so that was a bonus

I sigh, a smile on my face as I remember my times with everyone. Or at least I was till I heard a panicked voice. Immediately I activated Medic mode only to realize that Omega had clipped the wrong wire and the bomb was about to go off.

She didn't know but it wasn't an actual thermal detonator. I couldn't help but snort a little as Wrecker made the poor girl think it was real and told her to make a run for it. Right as the so called ‘thermal detonator’ went off I turned my head to the sound of footsteps behind me.

Echo came over and gave me a loving smile.

“How’s it going?”

“Wrecker made her think it was a real bomb and now she's a little upset.”

He smiled.

“But I think she's more upset about failing her test than it being a smoke bomb.”

Echo nodded.

“Wrecker, Omega, pack it in Hunter wants us back at the Jedi cruiser!”

As Omega and Wrecker started to make their way over to us you could hear Wrecker telling Omega not to feel too bad.

Once the two made their way over to us I pated Omegas head.

“Don't worry kiddo, With Wreckers help you'll be an expert in no time, besides, you can't expect to get everything right the first time round’.”

I give her an encouraging smile. She smiles back, her mood lighting a little.

Wrecker let out his big deep laugh and hoisted me onto his shoulder with one hand.

“You bet kid, I failed my first disarming test to, with my help you'll be a pro in no time.”

His little encouragement made her feel a bit better than mine did, which was understandable. She felt much closer to the boys then she did me but we where still like sisters in a way.

As we made our way back to the cruiser, me still perched on Wreckers shoulder with his hand wrapped on my things keeping my securely in place, Echo’s mood seemed to shift, so did Wreckers.

Wreckers arm tightened around my legs a little.

“We’ve got eyes on us.”

“Yeah, I see em’.”

“How may?”

“At least three, stay casual, Wrecker you ready?”

“Waiting on you.”

Wrecker sets me down. We started to jog. I held back little as Wrecker and Echo went to try and capture the scrapers. I wasn't a fighter, I never was. I took an oath to do no harm and I uphold it proudly.

Omega on the other hand eagerly followed behind her brothers. It always kind of worried me how she was so ever to follow them into danger but I guess she was a clone, this kind behaviour was in her blood. She was more alike to her brother than any of them realized. It always warmed my heart to see the little similarities in their behaviour, but also concerned me just as much.

Echo wasn't able to keep up with the scrapers but Wrecker characteristically grabbed onto the back of their platform speeder.

After a few minute we were able to catch up with Wrecker and the know unconscious scrapers.

After tying them up we make our way back to the Cruiser.

Once back Hunter gather us all together. He talks about our dept and how we had a chance to make a lot of money right here. He was right it was also a good chance to relax and regroup.

It was sad that Rex had to leave so soon but we still had plenty of time to do everything else we wanted.

Echo expressed his displeasure about the idea. It wasn't hard for him to not be a soldier anymore, the ideals of one still ever-present in his mind, especially since he had just gotten his life back. But after some convincing he let it go, all be it reluctantly.

Me, Omega, Echo Hunter and Wrecker all make out way to the armoury while Tech heads over to the control centre of the ship to download some hardware.

Hunter and Echo grab a hover-cart to help hall all the new weaponry onto the Marauder.

Wrecker and Omega start to look at all the new ‘toys’ while Hunter and Echo seem to be having a slightly tense conversation. I walk over to them and tap Hunters shoulder. He turns his head over his shoulder, starting at me with sharp yet loving eyes. They eyes that made it so easy to fall in love with him.

“Imma’ go see if there's any medical supplies still ok to use and start to load the Marauder.”

He nodded and I scurried away not wanting to bother them anymore.

Echo and Hunter worked really well together but Echo was very secure in his beliefs. They weren't something he would let go of easily. That stubbornness was on of the reasons I fell in love with him.

As I make my way over to the med bay I find myself reminiscing on the times that made me fall for them.

First was Tech. It was a few months after I had just joined and everyone was still learning how to accommodate for a women. Everyone was really tense and carful around me. But not Tech. With his wide repertoire of knowledge he was very eager to have a new brain to pick even if he didn't really show his intense joy.

One day while he was shoved under the console of the Marauder I walked in. I needed a quiet place for a bit. After a mission I was always kind of drained, not really having the same stamina and tolerance for the violence that the boys had.

Lets just say I never got that quiet place. Tech noticed I was there and he started to talk. For about an hour he just info dumped me, I thought I needed quiet to calm down but as Tech talked I realized that the quiet wouldn't have helped me very much. Techs words and his fun little facts made me forget about my fatigue as I sat in the chair beside the console he was under leaning forward so I could hear him properly.

After he was done he sat in the chair beside me and just continued to talk. He talked and talked and talked. I stared into his eyes as he uses his hands to explain and emphasize his words when it hit me. I loved him.

Next was Wrecker. For missions I often stayed on the Marauder unless called out to the field because someone was hurt and they couldn't get them back to the ship with out proper medical care.

I was siting on my bunk my elbows on my knees with my hands folded to my mouth waiting for a call to come in on my comm or for someone to come in growing in pain being supported by his brothers.

This time it was Wrecker. He was limping but didn't need help from his brothers I stand up. He was lightly groaning and was clearly in some kind of pain but nothing looked damaged as I looked over his armour. I looked kind of confused. I blinked at them all owlishly waiting for someone to tell me what wrong.

As I look around the room Tech was going off to do his own thing Hunter was standing by Wrecker and Crosshair was leaning on the wall with a smug smirk on his face. Once my eyes fell on him I raised an eyebrow in question.

Crosshair took out the tooth pick he was chewing on and his smirk widened.

“He stepped on a nail and can't get it out.”

His voice was coiled like always but still very amused.

I have to try and hold back a laugh. Wrecker was clearly uncomfortable, who wouldn't be after stepping on a nail so I try and calm myself so as not to laugh and pat my bunk.

“Lay down and give me your foot, big guy.”

He did as told all be it reluctantly, he hated when I had to work on him but never fought me, luckily for me. I would clearly never win that fight.

He showed me his right foot as I hold it by the ankle and rest it on my thigh. I lean my head to the side and down to get a good look and sure enough there it was.

I almost gasp, a nail! This was a full blown spike!

“How the heck?!”

I look up at Wrecker his face was red as he turned away.

“How did this happen?”

Agin hunter and Wrecker didn't say anything but Crosshair was almost to eager to share.

“He wasn't looking were he was going in the ruble after the mission and stepped on it when he stomped his foot celebrating.”

Crosshairs smirk only seemed to grow as did Wreckers blush. Hunter shooed the slender sniper away and left to give us some privacy so as to save Wrecker from his shame.

So that's way he’s embarrassed, it didn't happen in battle.

The spike had shoved its way through his boot. The bottom of the boots where a little less protected then the rest of the armour but it still must have been some kind of stomp to get it through.

I examine his foot till I look him in the eye. I couldn't take off the boot and give him some numbing because of the flat end of the spike still on the outside of his boot.

“Imma have to take it out as is, big guy.”

I look at him remorsefully, he started to shake his head.

“No, no way.”

I sight and grab some big tweezers to lock onto the spike.

“Tech!”

Tech emerges from the cock pit after I call. He comes over.

“Yes, Cyare?”

I smiled, me and Tech hadn't said anything about our new found affection but our attitudes towards each other changed after that day. I was happy that he felt the same way as I did. After that day something clicked. He started to touch me a little more. A hand on my back or my shoulder but most notably, his nickname for me in Mando’a I still didn't understand. But from the boys reaction it was something sweet.

“Could you grab me a syringe with some pain relief meds. I’ll need to be quick once the nail it out.”

Wrecker started to squirm.

“No! No needles!”

He tries to get up.

“I’m fine now, nothing hurts.”

I roll my eyes trying to keep him down. Tech comes back with the syringe and hands it to me.

“Once more thing”

Tech stares into my eye waiting for his next instruction.

“Once I take out the spike I need you to take off his boot immediately so I can administer the drugs.”

He nods and starts to undo Wreckers boot so when the time comes he can take it off fast and easy.

Wrecker started to squirm. Hunter and Crosshair came back over to help hold his down.

“On the count of three.”

Tech is still holding the boot while Hunted and crosshair are precticly standing on Wrecker to keep him still.

“ONE!”

I grab the spike tightly.

“TWO!”

On two I yank of the spike. Wrecker screams and flails a little. The second the spike it out Tech rips off the boot and I administer the drugs.

Wrecker stops squirming after I gave him the meds. Hunter and Crosshair get off the poor guy. Hunter huffs with a smile taping his brothers shoulder and Crosshair grumble and walks away even though we all knew he was happy his brothers want in pain anymore.

Tech places his hand in-between my shoulder blade and walks away after a second.

Once me and Wrecker were alone again I wrap up Wreckers foot and give him a pat on the leg

“There all done.”

Wrecker stands up and starts to walk over tot he cock-pit to join his brothers.

While I was cleaning up my bunk I pick of the spike. It was pretty big and sharp. No wonder it got stuck up there. but as I inspect it closer I see something through the blood.

I squint my eyes and walk over to the ‘fresher. I rinse off the spike and gasp a little.

“oh no.”

I walk into the cock-pit everyone was relaxing. At some point we had taken off and were in hyperspace on our way back to Kamino. All the boys were only in their blacks, their armour laying around here and there. It would be a long trip and they wanted to relax. This was perfect.

Hunter is the first to look at my concerned face.

“Whats wrong?”

“wreckers I need you to stay calm for me, ok?”

He nods a dumfounded look still on his face.

I hold up the spick a little more.

‘This is rust.”

He nods.

“It was in your blood stream so that means you can get very sick.”

“Ok...”

He docent really react nothing I wasn't really expecting but then I pull out the small needle.

“I need to give you this so that you don't get hurt more.”

I was expecting his to start yelling telling me no. The others seemed to be expecting the same thing, getting ready to ponce on their vod as a moments notice.

But we are all surprised when Wrecker dosen’t make a move to run and get away or even protest.

I look around, not really knowing what to do, this had never happened before.

“Are you ok?”

for a moment I thought he had frozen with fear or something crazy like that. HIM, frozen in fear, NEVER.

“Alright.”

‘What?”

We all stare shocked.

“Do what you gotta do.”

Without even thinking I move quickly to administer the drug, thinking it was some kind of failed confidence and wanting to take advantage of his lack of squirming while I still could.

Once I was infant of him he showed me his arm but I shake my head and tell him to turn around.

he dose and before anyone could blind the needle is in his ass cheek and the drug had been given.

Wrecker gives a yelp. Most likely not expecting to have the drugs administered thought his very toned ass but other them that dosen’t make a sound or a move. Crosshair lets out a laugh at Wrecker’s yelp, I didn't thing anyone was expecting I would have to give him the needle in the ass and thought it was just the funniest thing. But to be fair if I was in his position I would laugh to.

Wrecker groans but sits down and gives me one of his warm smiles saying thanks.

THANKS.

I walked away, flabbergasted, Wrecker thanked me from giving him a needle, the thing he hates most right after hights.

I couldn't help but blush when I realized it was because he trusted me enough to let me do it. And just like that I was in love again.

Next was Hunter. After a mission I had gotten hurt when I was too close to an explosion that went off by accident. I was looking for some supplies or anything we could use and didn't have enough time to get out of the way.

I had passed out. Wrecker and Tech wouldn’t leave my side after Wrecker had taken me back to the ship and Tech treated my wounds but I was still out cold.

Once me, Tech and Wrecker became more lovers than friends everyones attitude started to change. It was clear to everyone we all loved each other, Even Crosshair changed, but of course none of us ever said anything. It was too embarrassing for me and the boys were to proud to admit it and none of us really knew how so we just let out actions show it.

Everyone stayed close Tech constantly checking my vitals and making sure all was right while Wrecker held my hand. Hunter was behind Wrecker with a look of utter agony on his face.

Crosshair had his same straight face as he leaned on the doorway to the cockpit. He looked the same as always but the give away was that he wouldn't take his sharp amber eyes off me. Usually he would clean his 773 Firepuncher Rifle but instead he just stared at my unconscious body.

When I woke up Crosshair walked into the cockpit, Tech made sure I wasn't in any pain and Wrecker asked if I needed anything. My throat was dry so I asked for some water. Once Wrecker left Hunter took up my hand and kissed each of my knuckles. I smiled at him not wanting to talk because it really hurt my throat.

“I’m so glad you're ok ner kar'taylir darasuum.”

I didn't understand what he though. But Wrecker came in seconds latter saying

“She was my kar'taylir darasuum first, sarge.”

His tone was joking but also dead serious at the same time as he handed me the water. I chugged it down as he helped me keep my head up.

Tech came over and started to rub some bacta on the side of my face. I winced.

“Well technically-”

Wrecker rolled his eyes but gave up. I wince again and try and pull away.

Techs other hand worked its way around my head keeping me close so he could finish.

“Hold still, you want it to heal properly don't you cyare?”

I nodded and held still as best I could.

After that Hunter wouldn't leave my side. He was the first Batcher to ever sleep with me. Wrecker was very jealous. Soon enough all three started to sleep with me. It was nice being so close to them.

Things between me and him changed after that, his protectiveness almost suffocating but I knew it was because he loved me and was worried and I couldn’t help but love him back.

Finally it was Crosshair.

I started to tear up at the memory as I gather some bacta patches. I missed him but the memory was still nice.

It was a few weeks after the accident. I got a scar on the side of my face about the size of my forefinger. Crosshair started to stay close. In battle since he was a sniper and could stay away from too much danger he often dragged me with him saying that it was best to not get in the others way, everyone else agreeing.

I was lucky enough they let me come into the field int he first place but still.

His hand often lingered on my face sometimes tracing the scar.

Once we were back on Kamino once he grabbed my hand after I was done eating in the mess and started to drag me away.

When I asked where he was taking me he never told me.

He dragged me till we were in the shooting range. No one else was in there , it was way to early. Without a word he handed me a gun. I held it sheepishly, my finger nowhere near the trigger as I lookup as him with just my eyes.

He points over to a stall.

“Start practicing ik'aad girl.”

I stare puzzled. I look up at him after and I make my way into the stall he pointed at waiting for more instructions.

“If you're going to stick around you need to be able to protect yourself. I intend to make sure you can do that.”

I started to hold the gun the way I saw Hunter and Tech do. It was the same kind of gun they had, a DC-17 blaster pistol. Nut before I could even attempt to squeeze the trigger Crosshair stoped me.

“Hold on.”

He came up behind me. He was very close his arms snaking around me and position my hands properly. He moved one of his legs in-between my own and pushes my foot out a little.

Once I was repositioned properly instead of pulling away he came even closer to me. He leaned his head to my ear. His lips brushing my ear.

“Try now.”

I nod and fire the gun.

It kept going like that for a while. He taught me to shoot and eventually we got closer. He was the first one to kiss me, whenever I got a bullseye he kissed my neck or my cheek.

I wipe my the tears off of my cheeks as I think about how much I missed him. I finish packing up all the supply's I found and headed over the the door when everyone came rushing through the hallway on their way to the med room.

Without a word Tech grabbed my upper arm and started to walk around alternating corridors. Tech was the first to speak.

“The Empire is here.”

I stare with wide eyes.

“What?”

Hunter was next.

“The empire found us, he is here.”

Tears came back to my eyes. Crosshair was here and he was trying to capture or kill us. I wanted to stay strong for Omega and the others. Not wanting them to know how much I really missed the tall sniper but it was too hard. Know that he was here it broke my heart to know one of the men I loved no longer loved me or his brothers and new found little sister.

“I have jammed their signal but that won't stop him. they will do a forward to aft search so if we keep this up all will be well Cyare.”

He let go of my upper arm to work on his data pad. After a few minutes of walking around and hearing the troopers all around as as we evaded them.

As we walk in silence it was hard to stop crying but I kept silent.

“Talk to me Tech?”

“I’m trying to tap into the regs’ comms so we can monitor their movements.”

As we hear banging down a side corridor Hunter points his guns.

“Someone coming”

We all get back, the shadows in the corridor with no working lights hid us. The troopers march their way through the dark halls. We all crouch down. Weapons ready as I hold Omega. They walk right past us. It was too dark to really see anything, or maybe we are just really lucky.

As the troopers turn down a corridor we get up when Techs data pad let out a beep followed by blurred comm chatter.

“I’m in.”

I lean In closer to listen.

“All squads.”

“Yes sir.”

“Push the targets toward the hanger, we’ll pin then down.”

“Roger that.”

We hear Crosshair coiled voice on the comm, the voice I still loved. More tears fell as I feel Omega stiffen a bit.

“Aren't we headed for the hanger.”

Omega looks at Hunter worriedly.

“Not anymore, we’ll cut through the artillery deck.”

We made our way over to the deck guns at the ready as we tread carfully.

The deck itself was decrepit and rotting with two giant cannons never to be used again. We walked as quiet as we could but the creaking of the broken down room was unavoidable.

Lost in my own thoughts I was still letting out silent tears as Echo came over and held my hand rubbing my knuckles lovingly understanding my how I was feeling.

Me, Wrecker and Tech head over to a big window that the barrel of an old canon was meant to stick out of and looked down. It was a long drop down.

“Uh... okay, I'm not going out that way.”

I couldn't help but smile a little at his words. But it was short lived.

The second the words left his lips Troopers started to swarm us from all angles.

“There they are.”

We all hold our weapons at the ready as I hold Omega close behind Hunter. His hand out protectively.

“Stand down.”

I blink. It was a rather feminine voice. Not something I really expected.

The sound of a door shutting behind us makes us turn around only to see Crosshair and four other troopers with him.

Hunters guns still held hight as I pull Omega even closer know that we weren't behind Hunter. For an extra measure I slowly moved Omega behind me, hiding her with my body.

“Tapping our comms to track our movements? So predictable.”

I sneer at Crosshair a little, but it was hard. I still loved him, but he didn't love me.

Wrecker scoff at the statement popping his head out from behind a cannon.

“Nice to see you too, Crosshair.”

Tech and Echo where still unseen behind the cannon along with Wrecker when I could hear Tech speak lowly to Echo. Low enough not to draw attention but loud enough for me to hear a little.

“Echo, scomp in and reroute reserve power to the cannons”

My eyes widen a little.

‘The hell is he thinking’

Echo seemed to have similar sentiments.

“If these cannons fire, this whole deck will collapse.”

“Exactly.”

Techs tone was almost... playful?

I hold Omega tighter to my back her hand know wrapped around my waist. I mentally prepared my self and got ready to turn and grab her as we fall.

“Look at you all, scavenging like rats. It’s pathetic.”

It kind hurt to hear him say those words, knowing he saw me as nothing but a rat, but I had to remind myself that it was his chip, nothing more.

“Why come after us?”

Hunter still had his gun pointed at his old vod.

“You’re traitors.”

Each word he said stabbed me even harder but I held back my tears, but I bet my eyes looked like water in glass.

After his words Crosshair moves his right arm and points to the side, at the motion a few troopers started to surround us even more. Some moving from behind us. I could feel Omega cling a little harder as I hold onto her hands that were on my stomach and one on her head trying to comfort her.

“Done.”

I look to my side at Echo when he spoke softly to Tech. Tech started to press some more buttons. I give Omegas hand a subtle squeeze to let her know it was almost time.

Hunter still had his gun on Crosshair as he spoke.

“Crosshair, wake up. You’re being controlled by an inhibitor chip.”

Omegas hold losses on me as she steps forward a bit.

“He’s telling the truth. The Kaminoas put chips in all the clones. Remember what I told you in the brig, you can't help it.”

Her voice was strong and clear, it made my feel proud. My voice no doubly was very shaky. I’d probably stutter if I said anything. But the pride was short lived.

Crosshair stepped forward a bit, in response so did Hunter, standing in front of us with the gun at the ready.

“Aim for the kid.”

I gasp as Crosshair as his troopers aim at Omega. I grab her as fast as I could and shield her with my body.

“Your issues with me, not her.”

As I hold omega close concealing her from sight. I could hear Wrecker whisper.

“Hurry up.”

“Systems online in three, two one.”

As Tech counted down Crosshair gave us a warning.

“I suggest you drop your weapon.”

Suddenly the cannon went off, shaking the whole deck and sending Crosshair flying back.

Hunter starts to fire as he yells at us to “GO.”

We all start running but that wasn't the only shot. Once again the cannons fire making debris fall for the already unstable hole in the roof crushing some troopers.

Omegas hands shoot to her head as I try and shield her. Unlike me she immediately composed herself and pulled out her energy bow and started to take down some troopers. But I couldn't do it. Even if Crosshair was trying to kill me both as a doctor and his lover I refused to hurt him or anyone else, even if they wanted to hurt me.

As the cannons kept firing we could all see the roof about to drop on all of us, at least what was left of it.

As It started to fall Hunter pushed Omega out of the way.

“Look out!”

As everyone dodged the falling roof pieces we all had to scatter.

Wrecker was taking down troopers with his bare hands, throwing them out the window. He grabbed the bombs as we all regrouped and made our way to the door only to be met with a very unwelcoming flamethrower. In response Wrecker throws his proton torpedo at the unwelcome surprise.

“Direct hit. Yeah!!”

After Wreckers little celebration we all made our escape into one of the ships ion engine chambers.

“The Ion Engine chamber? Why'd you bring us here?”

“Because this is our alternate egress off the cruiser.”

Wrecker groans at his vods answer.

“I don't even know what that means.”

I pat wreckers shoulder.

“Don't worry, I don't either.”

We all make out way to the end of the ion chamber.

Tech raises his finger.

“It means that this is our other way out.”

I smile a little at his matter of fact tone.

As we slip down onto the bottom of the camber I couldn't help but admire the sheer size of it.

“We’re almost there, a little further.”

Hunter was trying to lift our spirits and motivate us a little but it wasn't really working, but I still smiled knowing he meant well.

“I didn't think you meant we would be escaping through the engine.”

“I could not have been clearer.”

Techs response to Echo made me laugh a little to myself. even though to him it was clear Tech sometimes had trouble understanding that others needed deeper elaboration.

“Whoa, I've never been inside an ion engine before.”

“Thats a good thing, Omega.”

I couldn't help but respond to her funny statement.

“Yeah, it would be weirder if you had, kid.”

“These chambers are quite the engineering marvel.

“Yeah, they are huge and effective, it’s amazing.”

Once again I marvel at the utter size of the engine.

“Yes, this blast primer coating is capable of withstanding--”

Before Tech could finish his fun fact Wrecker interrupted him and pushed him forward.

“No one cares, keep movin’.”

“Hey.”

I complained too Wrecker after he interrupted Him.

I could practically feel Wreckers eyes rolling.

“Ok, (Y/N) cares but still.”

Once Hunter and me are at the opening of the Ion engine, Hunter steps out ready to find a way down when Wrecker groans again setting down the case of bombs he was still lugging around.

“Well, now what?”

Tech steps forward but was interrupted by a blaster bold almost hitting him.

I gasp and rush over once Tech who was stumbled forward but was caught by Hunter when he almost fell to make sure he was ok.

Hunter pokes his head around before I could protest but I was silence when I heard Crosshair’s voice from afar.

“Try again, Hunter. I told you before, you’re surrounded.”

A ship lands behind Crosshair as Hunter turns back to face us.

“Double back.”

As we all run back I could start to hear an unsettling rumbling and machinery whirring to life as I feared the worst.

‘no’

“What is that?”

Omegas question was hesitant probably worried about the answer, as she should be. It was Hunter to break the news.

“Sounds like the engines coming online. But that's not possible, right?”

After his question Tech puts down his flashlight and pulls out his data pad.

“Technically, it is. I restored the ships main power core when I accessed the central system, which means the engines can be activated.”

“Crosshair, wouldn't do that, would he?”

Omega looks at me.

“a-apparently he-he would.”

My voice cracks a bit, trying my best to believe he wouldn't.

“How much time do we have?”

Echo asked the question we all needed to know.

“I estimate less than two minutes.”

I hold omega close again as air was getting sucked in the ion engine as a blue fire was starting to appear.

“What do we do.”

It was the question on everyone mind as I tried to wrack my brain. As we think I could hear the ship outside start up and fly away.

‘He really was going to do it.’

Tears come to my eyes. At this point I was shocked I even had any left.

“Uh. what about plane 7?”

Of all people it was Wrecker to come up with an idea, that was, till Echo mentioned.

“Plan 7 has nothing to do with this situation whatsoever!”

“well--well you think of something!”

Wrecker challenged as he held the case of bombs in front of him.

“Can we use the explosives from the armoury to disable the engine?”

“It won't cause a large enough reaction to effect the thermal chamber. But if we place a series of charges around this cone, we may be able to break away form the cylinder while destabilizing the core.”

Techs answer made me shiver, yay, more dropping.

“Break away, you mean fall, all the way down?”

“It’s that or be incinerated.”

Echo made a point, still it was an unpleasant prospect.

“Everyone take an explosive. Tech, (Y/N) up top with me. Omega stay here.”

We all nodded and got to work placing the charges. Once set and activated we all backed up as Wrecker held the button that would let all hell break loss.

“Everybody, get down!”

The second Hunter said it I grabbed Omega again shielding her for anything that might go wrong.

We all start to bounce as the chamber started to fall. Braking away from eh rest of the ship.

“Hold on!”

Despite Techs warning I didn't have time to grab something as we started to plummet. I started to slip away from everyone else, immediately letting go of Omega and giving her and little shove toward Hunter. As the cylinder fell I only got pushed farther away from the others.

When the cylinder falls and breaks in half I found myself alone.

I had landed on my back and groan as I sit up, only to yelp and fall back. Once I felt my head I see what was wrong, the upper side of the right thigh had a big gash in it.

I whimper as I try and move to treat my wound. Once I slow my bleeding with my shirt I flop back. Luckily I had a sports bra underneath.

I lay there for a few seconds. After I regain my self and start to think a bit more clearly through the pain I reach for my comm only to grab at nothing.

My head shoots up as I franticly look around the the device. I sit up and look around not seeing anything.

I jump a bit when I suddenly hear engines above me. Right as I look up I see a ship with a bright lights shining down on me. I lift my hand to cover my eyes as I stare at the ship hoping it was the others.

As the ship slowly descends my fear shoots through the roof. Once I realize who it was I try and crawl back only to scream as I drag myself by my arms and one uninjured leg.

Once the ship lands a few meters away I expect to be shot on sight by some troopers. But instead of troopers coming out It was Crosshair.

He didn't have his rifle with him or any weapon for that matter. He walked over to my whimpering form as I kept trying to get away from him.

Crosshair didn't say a thing as he knelt down beside me once I couldn't move back anymore, my back against some metal debris as he stared at me through his green visor on his helmet. I couldn't stop crying. I didn't want the man I love to kill me with his bare hands and before I knew it, I was begging him.

“Please--please... don’t d-do it.”

My voice was horse and broken as I begged him. I felt like my world was closing in around me.

Finally, Crosshair takes off his helmet. He was smirking at me.

I cry and shake as I continue to beg him not to kill me, as I do Crosshair looks over me. His eyes linger on my chest for a while as he takes in the sight of my breasts, his smirk widening, until he sees my leg.

Then he scowls at my leg. The second his smirk leaves his face I Immediately I stop begging. Only letting out a few whimpers and crys from the pain that I couldn't hold back.

“Look at you, see what happens when you aren’t carful?”

He touches my thighs just below the cut in it. I hiss and try and ball up in an exempt to feel safer. I love Crosshair and it broke my heart to know that I no longer felt safe and secure when he was close.

“Come on ad’ika. hold still”

I whimper and try to get away this time moving to the side.

“D-Don’t-- please. p-please don’t do i-it.”

The tears were uncontrollable, Crosshair lifted his hand to wipe them away.

But just as he opened his mouth to say something the others started to come.

“(Y/N)!”

They all yelled for me once they saw who I was with, Crosshair reaches for his comm without a second thought.

“Kill them.”

Suddenly my mind when numb along with my leg. Without thinking I grabbed Crosshairs arm.

“No- no Crosshair please!”

He didn't say anything.

“(Y/N)!”

They called for me again getting closer and closer.

“RUN!”

I scream as loud as I could realizing crosshair wasn't going to do anything to stop his order.

“GET OUT OF HERE, HE WILL KILL YOU. RUNNNNNN!”

Crosshair turned to me and growled. but he didn't do anything. The other reluctantly turned back once they saw all the troopers coming their way. I sigh in relief knowing if nothing else I gave them a chance.

Once they were out of sight I let go of Crosshairs arm. Crosshair stares at me. I was finally able to stop crying but I couldn't look him in his eye. I didn't want the last thing I see to be the man I love stare down at me with utter hatred.

I close my eyes getting ready for the final blow, but instead I feel his hands on my cheeks. I flinch but still didn't open my eyes, thinking he would move them down and strangle me.

After a few seconds I feel his hands pull away from my reddened and puffy cheeks. I could hear his armour adjust as he moves around. A part of me was hoping that he would just walk away. That maybe some part of him that still loved me. I wasn't a Jedi or a clone but I was with clones that, in their words, ‘were in violating of order 66.’

But I also knew he was probably getting up to grab his rifle and shoot me. I curl up into a ball my arms over my head and my left knee up to my chest. I tried to move my right leg but the gash in my thighs felt like it had fireworks in it every time I moved it.

I prepare myself for the end, mentally praying that the others got away, that they weren't hurt and that Omega was safe with her brother so she didn't have to see Crosshair shoot me.

Mid thought I felt two strong hand on my waist. I yelp as my eyes shoot open. Before I could do anything Crosshair lifted me up and on his shoulder, his arm around the back of my thighs keeping me in place.

I scream as he lifted me, the movement itself wasn't harsh or painful but because I was being moved so did my leg which meant harsh pain for me.

I grip his black armour so hard my entire hand seemed to turn white. I try and compose myself, the pain making it hard to focus and think straight.

I didn't even notice that he was taking me to the shuttle they came heer in until he set me down on the floor. He sets me against a wall of the ship so I could lean on it.

I stare up at him after I compose myself a little. My eyes must have looked wide and crazy, begging for answers and very confused. He didn't say anything but he did stare.

I didn't say anything either, scared that this moment would end. Scared I was really dead. My eyes said everything I needed them too. His eyes were different, even though he had a cold exterior his eyes often betrayed him if you knew what to look for. His eyes where clear back then, open. Now they were closed, like something was preventing him from showing me how he felt but he was fighting through it. I could see a little bit of emotion in those eyes. I just hoped it was enough.

We were broken out of our staring contest when one of Crosshair’s troopers came over.

“Sir, we need to leave. let’s kill the girl and report back to Kamino.”

Crosshair didn't take his eyes off me while the trooper spoke, but I did, staring up at the helmeted trooper as she spoke. I started to shake when the, what I assumed to be a woman, trooper mentioned killing me. That was when I looked back to Crosshair. I only stare it for a split second before his eyes seemed to darken before he whipped his head around and stood up. His nose almost touching the helmet of the trooper as he towered over her, but to be honest, aside from Wrecker he towered over everyone.

“She will not be killed, we will take her back with us to be interrogated.”

He gestured over to me.

“She will know what they plan to do next.”

The trooper just started at her superior for a moment till she nodded and walked away.

Crosshair scowled and placed a toothpick in his mouth, chewing it and moving it from side to side in his mouth.

I couldn't help me stare at his lips, wanting to kiss him and thank him for keeping me alive. He turned back over to me while grinding the toothpick between his teeth for a second. Not the smartest thing I’ve ever done that's for sure. His lips seemed to hypnotize me.

He had kneeled down in front of me again, I only got shot out of my own thoughts when he chuckled at me. The sound was so smooth, it made my stomach twist with butterflies.

“Like what you see, mesh'la solus?”

The old nickname brought tears to my eyes. I never knew what they where saying. Whenever I asked any of the boys what their nicknames meant they would just smirk at me and tell me it was a secret.

I was crying a little but I couldn't help the smile on my face. Crosshair kept smiling at me. He raised his hand, I thought he was going to rub my cheek. I flinch when I feel a sharp prick in my neck. It was fast and over in a second. I hold my neck looking at him with shocked eyes.

Everything started to go black, my eyes started to fluter closed as I find myself falling over. Before I could completely black out and hit the floor I felt Crosshair’s arms again.

“I got you, Just let go.”

Then... nothing.

I wake up with a start. I sit up so fast my mind was spinning. I groan and hold my head. Once I compose myself I open my eyes again and look around.

I was in a cell with a red shield door. I recognized the space as a cell on Kamino. I was laying on the metal slab that jutted out front the wall.

I shift to have my legs hanging from the ‘bed’ but wince mid moment.

I groan and look down. My thigh was wrapped up in white bandage. I was in a black tank top and underwear.

I touch my leg. The gash felt like it had be stitched with minimal blood seeping through the bandage so I didn't tare my stitches which was a refill.

While I was distracted inspecting my leg I didn't hear the whoosh of the door.

“Shocked?”

My head shoots up, it was the female trooper from earlier.

“The commander said we had to keep you alive, couldn't interrogate you properly with you bleeding out.”

I didn't say anything. I gave her a strait face. I had shown too much emotion already. I didn't want to give her any reason to think I was weak. I mean, I was. but she didn't need to know that.

After a few seconds of silence she walked over to the consul and pulled a lever to deactivate the ray shield.

It crossed my mind briefly to get up and fight. But unlike her I was both injured and not very good at hand to hand combat, and in Crosshair’s words ‘my aim was shit.’

She walks back over to the front of the cell.

“Come on get up.”

I raise an eyebrow at her. I had a gash going all the way down the side of my thigh.

She didn't seem to get it or she didn't care so I just sighed and started to try and get up. I place my hands on the slab and slowly get up. After some teeth grinding and pained groans I was able to stand up placing most of the weight on my left leg.

She rolled her head with a sigh clearly annoyed at my partially immobile state. If she didn't have head helmet on I bet she I would have seen her roll her eyes to.

She walks over to my shaky form grabbing me by my upper arm tightly. It hurt but as she started walking, her harsh hand was probably the only thing keeping me upright. As we walk through the always I get a lot of side glances The new non-clone troopers probably wondering who I was and the few clones that were still around wondering what I was doing here.

As she walks and I pathetically hobble around I can't help but think of what will happen to me.

It felt like forever till we got the the interrogation room. I feel like she dragged out the walk by going the long way to break me down before interrogation. It was a good way to soften a civie like me up, there was just one problem.

I didn't know shit.

I wasn't a part of the ‘attack’ part of the squad as I liked to call it so I never new any plans. And I never asked, not really caring. It was my job to take care of them when the boys where injured and I always did no matter what so it didn't really matter if I knew where we where going or not.

I often just stayed on the Marauder. And besides, so many things have been thrown at us. One complication after another so there was never really a fixed plan, we always had to change what we were doing.

The room was small with two metal chairs on either side of a metal table and a bright light on the ceiling.

She shoves me harshly in the chair furthest from the door but dosen’t sit down herself.

Once I sit I check my leg to make sure nothing happened to it. Once I conform no stitches were torn I looked up at her. My face still straight but I imagine my eyes had enough fear in that that it didn't really matter.

She didn't sit in the chair, opting to just lean forward on the table with her two firsts.

“Where are they?”

I almost sigh in relief. That means they got away. But I hold it back.

“I don't know what you’re talking about.”

The trooper finally took off her helmet gently placing in in front of her on the table. I made a mistake by following her helmet and not keeping my eyes on her. The second the light tap sound was heard as she placed it down and loud thwack was heard followed by a yelp.

My head twisted violently to the side after she slapped me. The hard slap pulled tears from my eyes. As I bring my hand up to my now burning left cheek. I looked back at her.

“Try again.”

My face hardens more. I know that my lack of answers was going to piss her off and end up causing me a lot of pain but it was worth it to piss her off so much. She needed answers but I wasn't the person with them.

Knowing she wouldn't get anything from me made me happy.

I didn't really see a point in taunting her further, she was already pretty pissed and would only get more pissed as time goes on so I might as well tell her the truth, it would probably annoy her more once she figures out I really don't know anything.

“I don't know where they are. If they're not on Bracca, how could I?”

She growled and slapped me again.

I had accidentally bit into my cheek this time. I whined at the pain and spit out a glob of blood to the floor beside me.

My cheek was throbbing. I had to consider myself lucky however, she was only slapping me so far but damn was she good at it.

I look back at her but didn't say anything just star at her, waiting for her next question or to repeat her last on again.

“What was your plan?”

“On what?”

She growls at me but doesn't make a move to hit me again.

“Why were you and you're little friends on Bracca?”

“Surgery.”

I smirked a little as she growled again, She wound up her arm and I close my eyes in anticipation. Just as the blow would have landed the door whooshes open and a harsh voice rang int he room.

“STOP!”

I open my eyes to see a very angry Crosshair and a very shocked and kinda flushed trooper. She stuttered a little trying to explain and probably trying to figure out why he was so angry.

To be fair though, so was I.

Crosshair seemed livid. His face contorted with anger.

“Why is she here.”

The trooper was finally able to get some word out.

“I wanted to interrogate her as soon as she woke up, sir.”

“I told you I would interrogate the prisoner, you've disobeyed a direct order.”

The trooper stands at attention and salute’s him.

“I’m sorry sir, it won't happen again.”

“Get out.”

The trooper grabs her helmet and moves out of the room quickly. Crosshair didn't take his eyes off her as she left. I found myself staring at the metal table as I run my tongue along the cheek I had bit pretty hard, still tasting some blood as I place a hand to my now most likely bruised cheek.

I flinched a little when I felt Crosshair’s hand on my cheek. I look up. I was scared now. A random trooper torchering or killing me, what was fine. But him..

I freeze.

“You’ll tell me what I want to know, ad’ika. Whether you want to or not.”

His voice was eerily calm as his thumb runs over my cheek.

Before I knew it I was in the batches old barracks.

Crosshair had picked me up and with an injured leg I couldn't stand on it so that made it hard to try and get away from him.

He set me down forcing me to lay down as he hovered over me. His gaze felt predator like. He was a wolf while I was a measly little bunny biding her time.

He was fast about it, making sure nobody saw it. I felt safer knowing I wasn't in the interrogation room but his words earlier made me more than a little nervous.

To scared to look at him I look around the room trying to find some kind of comfort in the familiar area, only to find nothing.

It felt wrong. Techs writing on the wall was gone, Wreckers bunk was made and clean. The room smelled clean and Hunters Clone force 99 symbol was gone. Even Crosshairs old paper shooting targets were gone.

It felt wrong. It didn't feel like it was my boys place. But I didn't have much time to dwell on it.

Crosshair was hovering over me. Holding my wrists over my head.

I could feel my pussy throb. it was like our first time. All the boys are different in their approach to sex.

Tech was very much into toys and experimenting with positions and places.

Hunter was sweet but very much primal when he got really into it.

Wrecker knew he was big so he was very gentle but efficient.

Echo usually wanted me to take the lead while I straddle him riding his cock. Not wanting to hurt me.

Crosshair, oh Crosshair was hard. Hard and fast. He liked it hard and in every place he could think of. His love of fucking me wherever he could made getting caught a common worry.

“Where are they?”

I had to blink a few times. I was so lost in thought I shoot my eyes up to his trying to calm down but his eyes, oh his eyes, it took me a second to comprehend the question while my pussy throbs.

“I-I...”

I couldn't get the words out, I had them in my head I just couldn't speak them. I didn't have the answers he wanted and despite me trying to tell him this I was just a stuttering mess, especially once I realize what position we where in.

He was still hovering over my body, his long slender fingers griping my wrists not too hard but hard enough that it let me know I couldn't get away even if I wanted to.

But what made me even more nervous was he closeness to my face. His nose almost touching mine, his warm breath fanning over my face, the smell of crisp peppermint settling in my nose. It made my knees weak. But I only become more hyperaware of our position. With my pussy throbbing intensely I tried to close my thighs, wanting to rub them a little to get some much needed friction. only to go eye wide at t he realizing something was in the way.

My head shoots down, not even thinking, almost hitting Crosshairs nose with my forehead in the proses if he didn't pull back a little at the prefect time.

My face turns as red at a tomato when I realize that Crosshairs still armoured knee and thigh where in between mine. Just a breath away from brushing his knee on my pulsing sex.

I can almost feel the vibrations of Crosshairs chest when he chuckles at the reddening of my poor face. But the colour only seems to deepen when he leans down into my ear, his lips brushing it a little almost pressing his lips into the ear making me shiver uncontrollably.

“Lookin’ a little nervous there, ik’aad girl.”

My eyes move away from the sight of his knee between my thighs but up to his amber eyes filled with a playfulness I only remember seeing when we where alone.

I couldn't help the tears coming from my eyes at both his favourite nickname for me but mostly the fact that his eyes looked much less clouded now, more open and free like they used to be.

His smirk drops a little when he sees my tears. He moves both his hands off my wrists. At the motion I bring my hands over my face to hide it from him, not wanting him to see me cry like this.

I could hear him grumble a little before pulling my hands down and holding my wrists above my head again but this time he only uses one hand, his other is occupied, to busy holding my side as his warm thin lips attack my neck with kisses and some a-little-too-hard love bites. The pain wasn't to bad but it was enough to get me out of my own thoughts and force me to focus on him..

I still had a few tears on my puffy red cheeks so as he moves his kisses and bites from my neck to my jaw up to my lips when he pulls away for a second he notices the little shiny gleam of liquid on my cheeks and kisses them away.

Once again I was completely speechless, His attitude towards me now was a huge contrast to early with the batch on Bracca.

He stares at me for a few seconds. His face remained relaxed fro a moment until out of nowhere his eyes became hard to read again.

“Where are they, cyare?”

I take a second to collect myself, longer than I would have liked. Crosshair was still eh man I loved but he was different. More dangerous than before. I couldn't help but get a little exited at his new demeanour but for him this definitely wasn't a sexually thing as far as I could tell.

“I--I don't know.’

He stared at me for a while, reading me. trying to fish out if I was lying or not.

“Still don't tell you anything, huh ad’ika?”

I nod a little, not really sure when else to do.

He leans down to my ears again, as he whispers his gently rubs his knee against my crotch. Touching my clit just enough to make me squirm a little.

“Well then, let me tell you something.”

His lips brush lightly on my ears, almost tickling it ever so softly.

“ You and your friends have been giving me a lot of trouble lately.”

He wiped at my ear a little too hard, making my whine a little.

“I think it’s time you pay for it.”

My eyes widen and I try to squirm away. His grip on my wrists became bruisingly tight even though he was still only using one hand. His other was still occupied with my hip, his thumbs stroking it.

I couldn't get any words out before his lips where sealed tightly on mine, swallowing my defiance along with it.

The kiss was so warm, so sweet despite being hard. His kiss held so many meaningful memory's. In my mind it was pointless to fight. he could kiss me and I wouldn't do a thing to stop him, not being able to live with myself if I hurt him in any way.

Besides it felt good. Having him touch me like he used to, all-be-it a little more rough then he normally would, it still felt so good.

His knee kept grinding on my pussy that was still only covered by a pain of black underwear. His free hand starts to move down slowly, caressing every part of my skin. His hand left a trail of tingling heat behind making me feel all the more flustered under him.

His hand wandered too low, to cut up in the heat of the moment it seems both of us forgot about my leg, his hand started to groped my hip, wait and down to the top of my thighs till his moved down to the bandage. Too distracted by his welcoming warm lips I didn't think to stop him. By the time I realized when leg he was squeezing it was too late.

His squeeze wasn't very heard but since the wound was still pretty fresh it hurt like hell.

I immediately go eyes wide, I pull away screaming. Moving my head to its side I press my cheek into the sheets behind me head as I soaked them with my tears.

Crosshair immediately pulls his hand from my thigh and lets me pull away from his kiss but otherwise doesn't move.

I didn't even have time to collect myself before he let go of my wrists and moved his hand to the cheek facing him kissing my eyelid as I cry.

I calm down for a second, shocked by the caring kiss. before I could stop hiccuping however he was already kissing down my neck, sucking on my soft spot making the pain numb a little.

I figured it was his version of a little apology, even without his chip he wasn't very good with his words, emotionally anyway. He always let his actions speak for him.

But to my surprise he goes lower and lower and lower. once he kissed them top of my underwear he looked up at me.

“You know what pain feels like... now let me show you pleasure~.”

I shudder at his words not really knowing what to even say.

His left arm wraps around my injured right leg gently, just underneath the bandage and lifts it up ever so softly to give the bandage a lingering kiss. A pleasant pulsing ran through the wound, not painful our sore, not even sexually but more, calming?

I didn’t really understand it. it was strange to feel so much pain just for it to be gone in seconds after a kiss.

His teeth nip at my underwear pulling them down slowing still being careful of my leg.

The sight was utterly sinful. I tilt my head back and moan, the sight of him between my shivering legs too much to handle. The memories of him pounding into my quivering pussy making my shake even more with anticipation.

I could feel how wet I was for him, some things never changed. He seemed to agree with me.

“Wet for me still?”

It wasn't a question that needed answering. I stared into his amber eyes getting lost in them as he chuckles at my current state.

with my bottom half now bare he moved up my body again. I was a little confused. Not really expecting it. Apparently my face clearly shows my confusion because Crosshair was chuckling at me.

“Easy, girl.”

I didn't really get his words but I quickly forgot about it when his knee came up to my bare pussy stroking it with his knee juuust right. My head rolls back along weight my eyes. His hard armour on my already swollen clit too much. My moans became uncontrollably as I became putty in Crosshair’s hands.

I nearly registered Crosshair’s low chuckle in my ear.

“You like that ik’aad? Like how I make you melt.”

I nod, not being able to get a word out.

I completely forgot the position I was in right now, Being held by the Empire, supposedly getting tortured and having no escape plan of any kind. and yet I couldn't be happier then I was right now. Being held under the man I love as he grinds his knee on my puffy little clit. This was heaven.

I could start to feel the perfectly tight feeling coil in my tummy, bringing me closer and closer to that oh so sweet release. But just before it cam loose, he stops. I practically sob at he pulls away, feeling the need to have his touch me, use me, do anything to me. As long as he was touching me I was in bliss, having his pull away was like torture.

He chuckled again, his deep smooth voice making the coil come back for just a moment only to disappear as quickly as it came.

His still gloved hand came down to my pussy, stroking my soaking folds painfully slowly, gathering my slick on his fingers. Almost caressing my clit only to pull back down at the last second. I couldn't help but whine. A wordless beg to have him touch me.

“Relax, you'll get what you want if I decide you should have it.”

His words where hard but lost all sharpness to them with his slightly playful tone, alone too slight to notice. But for someone like me, who has been so imitate with him before, it was easy to tell he was playing around a little. wanting to drag this out.

For a moment my mind cleared a little, coming out of its blissful fog, raging this out, what would happen to me after? Do I go back to my cell? Will he still torture me? With the other rescue me? Do they even know where I am?

Before I could spiral top far I was Brough back to reality when I felt two fingers slip into my tight pussy, Two bare fingers.

My head It still tilted back into he sheets but I look down at Crosshair when I feel him again.

My pussy throbs after I see him. Some time during my little freak out he and not only striped his armour but also the top of his blacks, leaving his in only his tight fit lower blacks that did nothing to hide his raging hard on. At the sight my mind flashes to all the times I had seen his like this, hard and ready to pound into me. without mercy.

But to my dismay he seemed content on taking his bloody sweet time this go round.

Prick.

I didn't have much time to be pissed however, his fingers weren't his dick but right know it was good enough. It had been a while since I had been fucked good let alone at all. With Omega around it was important to keep things kid friendly. But as a result I was pretty pent up and in need of a good hard fucking.

I rolled my hips up into his fingers meeting up with his thrust and finding a good rhythm.

“Eager?”

I nod desperately,

“Words, ad’ika~”

I rolled my hips deeper into his hand, my eyes rolling back when he toucher that oh-so special spot inside me.

“Yes~”

I moaned out so loud, after all this time I was a bit more sensitive than usual, I love Omega but damn is that kid a cock block.

Despite seeing my sensitivity and desperation Crosshair seemed to what to take advantage of my precarious position.

“You won't cum till you tell me everything, cyare.”

I groaned coming back to reality a bit, right, I'm still technically a prisoner.

Joy.

“ I-I don't kn-know where they a-are~”

I was breathless with my answer since Crosshair was still pumping his long perfect fingers into my wet pussy, hitting the spots that make me feel lit putty in his hands.

“I believe you.”

He picked up his pace a little, I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore, panting hard, my body begging for a release.

I could feel Crosshairs lean forward to whisper in my ear, the action giving him easier access to my pussy, being able to delve further into it. drawing out a hard whimper and moan from me.

I was so close, so so close but he seemed to notice and slowed to a snails pace. I whimper at the loss of friction.

“I want to know a few things so let’s start with the easy question, yeah?”

I nod desperately trying to thrust into his hand only for him to stop completely. I also sob.

“Why where you on Bracca, Mesh’la?”

I was shaking, not from fear, I fact I wasn't scared at all for some reason, I had every right to be but I wasn't. No I was shaking because of my denied orgasm. It kind of was hurting. The tense muscles in my lower abdomen not able to relax with out that rush of endorphins through my whole body. Fucking Biology.

“The c-chips.”

My voice was breaking the pain being a little too much for me.

“P-ple-ease~”

I didn't even have to elaborate. Crosshair you me well enough to know I was hurting. Mostly for experience, this certainly wasn't the first time we played the denial game.

Without saying anything he started to thrust a little again, not enough to make me cum but enough to relive a little pain.

I sigh in relief. relaxing a little more.

“What about the chips?”

I final open my eyes again to look up at him, his face was still hard but his eyes looked a little confused, clearly wanting more.

It shocked me a little not to hear his deny their existence.

“We got them removed, Wrecker almost killed Omega, whe---.”

His fingers brushed up against my g-spot again making me shiver and lose my track of thought again.

He leaned closer kissing right behind my ear.

“Keep going.”

He stoped thrusting again making my groan breathlessly again.

“We want to Bracca after Wrecker started getting bad headaches. Omega mentioned that it could be the chips, Tech said we should get them removed but we had to do it discreetly so we did it on the abandoned Jedi Cruiser so as not to draw attention to ourselves.”

I decided to leave Rex out of the story, not wanting to make him a target to. it was better if they thought he was dead, safer too.

Crosshair started to thrust again, this time with a little more purpose. he slowly picked up speed, pressing all the right spots inside me that only the boys knew about.

I cried out as I got closer and closer but he started to slow down again. And for just a second I got angry with him and completely forgot the position I was in.

“Dank ferrik Crosshair let me fucking cum!!!”

For the first time in almost forever I screamed at him. being so sexually pent up and sensitive I just couldn't take it anymore and all rationality seemed to fly out the window into the story sea outside.

I move my head to glare at him but he second I look in his eyes I remember where I was and who I was with. I gasp covering my mouth and shut my eyes tight as I wait to be hit or slapped or anything but it never came.

When I open my eyes again I see a very smug looking Crosshair. It take me by surprise seeing him look so cocky. His smirk still made me feel things though.

“I guess I could---”

For a moment I had some hope, finally getting to cum and actually think straight.

“If you beg~”

His smug tone immediately makes me hesitant as I glare at him a little again. His smirk just seemed to get wider. it felt like electricity shot through me when he slowly started to pump into me again, teasing me, trying to get me to give in.

And it fucking worked.

“Please Crosshair, Please~ let me cum on your fingers~”

He sins seem to need much more convincing, that rock hard budge in his skin tight blacks making it clear that he wanted this as much as I did.

I thought he would just speed up his thrusting, making even start to fuck me for real but I wasn't expecting his next move.

before I could even let out a breath he moved down faster then I could blink and stacked his thin lips to my clit, sucking and licking it mercilessly.

I gasp as my body starts to shake like I was in and earthquake. That tightness in my tummy coming back as if on a mission.

Crosshair knew exactly how to make me weak. As I back my hips up to his mouth, desperately chasing my orgasm, only to be stops when his free hand that was doing who knows what, at this point I could barely register anything that wasn't his two fingers and his lips and tongue, comes up and holds me down by pressing on my stomach.

Just as I was about to protest the knot in my tummy snaps with a vengeance, I gasp and shake violently when I finally get my precious orgasm. My body becoming racked with pure ecstasy that only Crosshair could give me.

Crosshair helps me ride out my hight then pulls away coming back up to my face, a shit eating grin on his face as he licks away my arousal seductively, almost making me cum again.

He kisses my lips, lingering longer than normal, when he finally pulls away leaving me breathless once again his lips still lithe brush on my lips as he whispers to me.

“I’m not done yet, ik’aad girl~”

“Huh?”

Before I could think Crosshair had flipped me over onto my hands and knees exposing my bead ass to him. I yelped in pain for a second, the fast moment irritating my poor right leg again.

With all this rough handling I was kind of worried about it so I reach down my hand to feel if I tore any stitches. Just as I was about to find the start of the stitches beneath the white bandage my head was shover down into the sheets by a hand on the bace of my neck followed by both my hands being tied behind cuffed behind my back.

“Cross, my stitches.”

I could hear him huff in annoyance but I could hear the sheets ruffling and two fontal fingers tracing the sticked up gash under the bandage. After dragging his fingers up and down the wound about two times he pulled the hand away and placed them on my hands that are pressed close together from the cuffs in guessing he got from his tool belt on the floor.

“Your fine.”

His voice was sharp but also, dare I say, needed. (eyebrow wiggle)

before I had a chance to even roll my eyes I feel a sharp stinging on ym ass and yelp.

“Di...did you just... spank me?”

I could head a coiled chuckle from behind me, right in my ear. It made me jump a little, too distracted by the stinking on my poor unsuspecting ass cheek.

“Yup”

Was all the response I got before he wiped at my ear and thrusted into me with one hard push of his hips.

I cry out again, it didn't hurt, seeing as I had taken him before and I had already cum so I was plenty wet now. It was shaking, everything moving so fast with barely a moment to think. I was still pretty overstimulated from my previous orgasm, my body fast electric as his hands my arms down to my back with the help of cuffs not allowing me to move them at all.

Crosshair was mostly noiseless when we had had sex before an Deven know he wasn't overly loud, mostly just soft grunts but it was enough to let me know he seemed to miss this as much as I did.

He was pounding relentlessly, the position he had me in letting his long thigh dick to kiss my cervix with each thrust, making me tremble with pleasure. If the bad wasn't built into the wall I think we would have broken already.

This wasn't the first time I had been handcuffed during sex before. Tech liked to experiment with bondage, but it was the first time in this position, with Crosshair and most notably, without a safe word.

The intense venerability made me feel like I was on cloud nine, I didn't know If I asked him to stop he would, and it felt good.

I was moaning uncontrollably, wanting to say so much but not being able to.

Crosshair leans down, using his left hand the was previously on my hip to my side to prop himself upright as he leaned over me to my ear.

“You like that, Ik’aad? Like being...uuuuhh fuck... held down and fucked like a whore.”

My body was rock forward with every thrust, the only thing keeping me in place being his hand that was still on my two bound hands, and I loved it. The feeling of being at his mercy felt good. It felt good to let go. To not be in charge or responsible.

“YES~”

I didn't even hesitate, the words coming out so easily.

I could hear him chuckle behind me, the coiled sound making a knot come back.

“Good girl~”

My eyes flutter shut, loving the feeling of him above me, taking me as hard as he wanted to.

After a mother minute I couldn't hold back anymore, I needed to cum.

“Cr-cross, I I-i’m.... CLOSE.... ahhhhhh~.”

He growled and kissed my shoulder.

“Cum~”

It was on order, a command from a superior officer that had years of experience putting bad recruits in their place, one I would happily give in to.

With his words my orgasm crashed over me like a wave. My body shakes uncontrollably, I couldn't think, racked with so much bliss I couldn't even move.

My mind was in a fog, I could tell Crosshair hadn't stoped thrusting into me, helping me to ride out my high as he chased his own.

After a few more hard thrust and my whining, feeling so overstimulated after two mind bending orgasms being him to stop thrusting but not being able to make any congruent sentences, he finally came.

“UHHHHHH!”

He pressed into me completely, melding my body with his. I felt so safe, like I wasn't with the empire, like I was back on the Marauder. I finally felt safe and secure when he was close. His body pressed to mine. I could feel his breath and his heard beating violently agent his build chest.

Once he relaxed I was ready to pass out. I didn't realize he had un-cuffed me till he turned me around to face him, my sweaty back against the sheets. He hovered over me again, his face sweaty and a little red.

He looked blurry, and the room was spinning.

I was exhausted.

Between the bloodless, the fear and stress, and the two hardest orgasms I think I have ever had, I was ready to sleep for the next week.

“What? Too much for my baby girl~?’

I could hear the smugness in his tone. I would roll my eyes at him If I wasn't starting to lose consciousness, so I just nod.

He chuckled again but I could hear the difference in this one. It wasn't smug or cock not even mocking, It was loving. Like he used to laugh at me when I tried to distract wrecker from a needle or when I would tell him a horrible joke.

He laid down beside me moving me to face the wall. He was on his back, I figured he would just leave me alone after that. But to my surprise he moved me to lay on my side facing him.

He moved my head to rest on his chest and moved my leg to drape over his with his left arm underneath my head with his hand on my shoulder with his right hand resting on my side moving up and down to softly lulling me to sleep.

“Goodnight ner kar'taylir darasuum.”

And with that I knew, this was still the man I loved.

Translation:

Cyare: Beloved

Ner kar'taylir darasuum: My love

Kar'taylir darasuum: love

Ik'aad girl: Baby girl

Ad’ika: little one

Mesh’la: beautiful

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Wolf Material - Abby x Reader (Drabble, Kinktober Day 3 - Boot Worship)

MDNI, 18+ ONLY Abby usually leaves the initiation to the higher-ups. One of the new recruits catches her eye, and she decides she needs to make sure they're WLF material. This work contains boot licking (the fun kind), hazing, bullying if you want to look at it that way, mild dom/sub, and sexual tension. No actual sex.

My first time writing for Abby! I've gained an appreciation...but most of the month will be Joel and Tess lol. Enjoy Abby psychologically tormenting reader for a bit! Thanks to @djarrex for the Halloween divider!

“Come on, rookie.” Abby smirks, far too amused by the situation, leaning back on her bed. Her foot sticks out, rocking back and forth on the heel of a thick boot.

“I don’t…this isn’t an actual initiation thing, is it?” You stutter, looking down at the floor between you and her black combat boot.

She bites the inside of her cheek, looking to the door to her room for a moment before looking back at you. “Call it a hazing. Come on, you’re not gonna chicken out on me, are you? Takes a lot of guts to join the WLF. Pretty pathetic to draw the line here.”

It’s a long few seconds of internal debate. Dark blue eyes are on you, you can feel them, but you can’t look away from the canvas elephant in the room.

“You don’t want me telling everyone the rookie’s a chicken, do you? Gotta be brave to be one of us.” She knows what she’s doing, damnit. There’s no way she does something this sadistic to every new recruit. No, she must have pegged you the second she saw you. She saw your eyes trailing over her biceps, she noticed when you stared at her lips as she gave you a tour of the compound. Clearly, she’s teasing you. This is just a cruel prank to play on someone with a crush.

Either that, or she’s just kinky.

You look up to her eyes, hesitating for a moment before sinking to your knees.

“There you go.” She sits up, arms coming up to brace against the frame of the bunk bed. “Rest comes naturally.”

As you stare down at her boot, imposing, threatening, she leans in. You’re wondering if this is worth losing your dignity over, but the thought dissolves as her fingers lift your chin to meet her eye.

“You know what else is important if you wanna be a wolf?”

You don’t dare break eye contact. She’s demanded it from you, and you’re not willing to deny her. Swallowing hard, you shake your head.

She grabs your hair, keeping a gentle hold on the roots and guiding your face down to her boot.

“Humility.”

You gasp, now inches away from her shoelaces. She’ll force you down, but you have to take the last step.

“How are you gonna be a good soldier for the WLF if you can’t even be good for me? Come on-” she purrs. “...show me you can submit.”

Steeling yourself, you take a quick, shuddering breath.

You want to do this. She wants you to do this. What’s left?

Slowly, like she’ll kick if you startle her, you lick a thick stripe up the toe of her boot. It’s clean, thankfully, if a bit dusty- you barely register it. If you focus, you think you can hear a barely audible moan from Abby. She covers it with a sigh, letting go of your hair.

“Was that so hard?”

You’re busy staring into the pattern of her canvas boot, struggling to breathe, when she takes a fistful of your shirt collar and hauls you up to her level.

“Welcome to the WLF, rookie.”

Hope you liked it! I might write more for Abby in the future- I just loved the idea of punk-ish Abby with scary boots c: Check out my about me, masterlist, or my AO3!

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Dividers by djarrex

Maid for You [part 1?]

Prompt: After scrambling for ways to make money to live and eat- two things that you still unfortunately had to do after finding yourself in the Twisted Wonderland- you land a job at the Monstro Lounge. With all things Azul, however, there’s a catch. And Leona isn’t complaining.

Content: 18+ Smut - AFAB!Reader. Leona x reader, implied Azul x reader and Jade/Floyd x reader. A slightly overused concept, but a goodie nonetheless.

Word count: 3.8k (she’s a long one.)

Warnings: maid outfit, slight dubcon, humiliation, rough sex, breeding kink, exploitative labor (when isn’t it with Azul?), the value of thaumarks is arbitrary

Everyone is 18+ per my bio.

Somehow- for whatever strange and demented reason- even though you had no choice in whether or not you stayed at NRC, you still had to earn your keep. Crowley’s pockets, ever shallow and disinterested in helping out with the many renovations the Ramshackle Dorm needed, seemed to be running particularly low on excess funds in the last month.

“Oh, if only this physical monetary allowance were as great as my benevolence,” Crowley says with a flair, dramatically casting a hand over his mask as he clearly feigns disappointment, “Alas, this is all I have for you, dear Prefect.”

The amount he hands you is pitiful. You groan when you realize half of it is meant to feed Grim, too. Of course, Crowley isn’t above asking you to do menial cleaning tasks around campus for some extra (equally as pathetic) cash.

You leave his office, audibly cursing the headmaster’s name, when a gloved hand sneaks up from behind you.

“Seems like you’ve fallen on some hard times, Prefect.” The silver haired swindler hums, his voice just shy of divulging joy, “Perhaps I can be of service?”

“I assure that you will not regret this,” Azul smiles, stating something that would not have to be stated if you truly wouldn’t regret this. Your hand is on the doorknob to leave before Azul perks up once more.

“Oh, and Prefect,” he begins, hands pressed into a triangle as he leans over the desk, “about your uniform…”

.•*•.•*•.

It’s humiliating. You brush your hands over the bottom of your uniform and realize that the tips of your fingers are nowhere near the edge of the skirt. If you were to bend down, something very likely to happen as you drop plates off to patrons’ tables or even to the kitchen sink, your entire ass would be on display. Not to mention the narrow bodice, laced up the front to an uncomfortable tightness around your waist. Your breasts spill from the top, embarrassingly putting your whole body on display. Working a full shift in this outfit would be nearly torturous.

“That’s what you get for trusting that good for nothing octopus,” Grim grumbles as he helps you tie the front of your dress. “Now you gotta go around looking like a-”

“Don’t say it,” you warn, adjusting your ruffled headdress. “I’m doing this for your sake, too, you know.”

Grim sighs defeatedly as you exit the Ramshackle Dorm. “As long as those premium tuna cans keep rollin’ in, you can do whatever you want.”

You try to ignore the intense stares plastered onto your body as you walk toward the Hall of Mirrors. You’re in a constant battle between pulling your dress down to cover your ass and pulling your dress up for fear of flashing everyone in the vicinity a nipple.

I’ll change in Monstro’s bathroom from now on, you think to yourself as you pass by a particularly vocal crowd of Savanaclaw students. You’re nearly to the entrance of the Octavinelle dorm when you feel a familiar presence come up from behind you.

“What’s got you all dressed up, herbivore?” Leona asks dryly, eyes barely glancing over your body. You and Leona were not on particularly friendly terms since your stay at his dorm during your previous contract arrangement with Azul. In fact, the two of you had barely spoken since then, the awkwardness of having to share a bed and the tension between you proving too troublesome for either of you to act on.

He’s much cuter when he’s asleep, you think to yourself, remembering how your cheeks would flush when his face came close to yours in his sleep, or when his arms would subconsciously wrap around your waist. He can’t talk then.

“I’m going to work.” You say simply, attempting to enter the mirror once more, but Leona grips your wrist.

“For that guy again?” He asks, an eyebrow barely lifting in surprise. “I hope you know I ain’t gonna bail you out of this one again.”

“I don’t need your help, Leona.” You roll your eyes as you sneak your arm out of his grasp, “I can handle this myself.”

“Whatever you say, herbivore.” He says, watching you disappear into the rippling mirror.

.•*•.•*•.

Your first week at the Monstro Lounge goes swimmingly. Sure, maybe your service was a little slower due to your impractical outfit, and sure, maybe you forgot an order or two due to your inexperience serving and the ever-rotating menu, but you were surprisingly happy to learn that you had earned over 200 thaumarks in tips that week alone. You could almost taste the warm, quality meals you could now afford for yourself and Grim. Maybe you’d even get yourself a new uniform, as yours had been tattered and patched up so many times that it was beginning to look like a quilt.

Azul summons the servers to his office after the shift on Friday and offers everyone a seat. You struggle to flatten your skirt down against your legs as Jade and Floyd take a seat on either side of you.

“Shrimpy looks so cute in their outfit!” Floyd exclaims, looming over you with an expression in his eyes that is hard to read. “Whenever I’m working with them I just want to squeeze them so tight that they pop-“

“That’s enough, Floyd.” Jade chastises, but he’s glancing down at you with the same unplaceable look. “But you do look… incredible, Prefect.”

Azul clears his throat to draw attention back to him, clutching a manila folder. He places it on the table and taps it twice, looking at the room darkly.

“Well,” he begins, “as you know, there is an expected weekly minimum for tip collection.”

You stare, slightly confused, not remembering whether or not you had heard anything about a minimum tip collection. You scan your eyes over the room. None of the other employees look as perturbed by the statement as you do.

“We strive for a pool of 2000 thaumarks,” Azul continues, making his way from behind his desk, “this number represents the quality of our service. The higher our customer’s satisfaction, the larger our tip pool should be- as all of you should know, that means a minimum of 400 thumarks per employee.”

Azul comes to rest his hands next to your head from behind the sofa you sat on. Your heart races as your brain tries to formulate an excuse- some kind of plan- to get you out of the situation you were currently facing. “And one of our servers came up around 200 thaumarks short.”

“Ooo, Shrimpy’s in trouble!” Floyd laughs first, “Maybe that means I will be able to squeeze them~”

“Now now,” Azul chides, rapping his fingers along the head of the sofa. “Let’s all be kind to our latest employee. They’re new to the job, after all.”

“I didn’t even know about the tip minimum-“ you start to protest, turning to look at Azul. He tsks in response.

“Oh, but you did.” He smirks, “Your contract clearly states it, right in black and gold.”

You internally curse yourself for not reading the fine print- of course there would be more to it than the dumb outfit you were meant to wear.

“Now, this kind of violation would usually earn someone a swift termination-“ Azul doesn’t specify if he means just from the job or otherwise, “-but since your contract specifies a 30-day probationary period, you are not subject to immediate dismissal.”

You breathe a sigh of relief before Azul proceeds.

“So I will simply ask you to make 800 back next week-”

Time slows and your brain stops functioning. 800? When you could barely scrape together 200? Azul smiles at you despite your horror.

“-And we’ll be skimming this week’s missing 200 thaumarks off the top of your paycheck.”

.•*•.•*•.

With the 200 thaumarks missing from your paycheck, you eke out a modest 800. Your first instinct is to fork over the remaining balance of your first paycheck. You could start over on a new leaf, debt free. But when you come home to see your mattress charred to a crisp (the result of a quarrel between Ace and Grim that neither had made privy to you beforehand), that idea is tossed out of the window. Much like you’d like to do to those two walking headaches.

You quickly become the hardest worker at the Monstro Cafe. Your speed and efficiency is unmatched, even by Jade and Floyd (on a good day). You even learn how to take advantage of the work uniform, exaggerating the way you bend over tables to deliver food, allowing your breasts to hit the table in front of the ogling patrons. What’s the point of being publicly humiliated if you couldn’t at least profit off of it, right?

It’s Thursday night when you realize that you’ve only made 450 thumarks in tips. This would be excellent under any other circumstance, but you were still short by a long shot if you expected to pay Azul back. You shudder to think about what might happen if you fail to reach your goal this time.

It gets much too overwhelming, and with your thoughts swirling and anxiety rising, you find it all too difficult to breathe in your constricting uniform. You sit in an empty booth and feel yourself start to cry. Your breathing becomes intensely labored as you try to hold yourself together, gripping some of the folded silverware that sat on the table.

I didn’t ask for any of this, you think. I didn’t ask to be transported here, I didn’t ask to be responsible for two mouths to feed, I didn’t ask-

Your panic is interrupted by the all too familiar jingle of the door chime and you scramble to your feet. You quickly wipe away any tears and makeup that might’ve leaked down your face and try to compose yourself before the customers see.

“Welcome to the Monstro Lounge!” You say, trying to sound chipper. “How can I help-“

You stop your automatic spiel when you realize who you’re looking at. Leona, with Ruggie in tow, stands before you with arms crossed. His small smirk dissolves momentarily when he examines your face a bit longer.

Ruggie seems not to notice anything wrong as he greets you, his tail twitching back and forth. “Ah, Prefect! Nice to see you keeping yourself busy, shishishi…”

You give a curt bow to Ruggie and flash him a quick, forced smile, “Are you two looking for a table?”

Leona seems to be bored of your customer-service persona as he pushes past you to seat himself and Ruggie at a booth near the far end of the lounge. You scurry to meet them, flipping your book open as you rear up to take their order.

“Do you want to hear about any of our specials?” You ask, setting menus down onto the table. “We have a delicious fresh-foraged mushroom medley-“

“Oi,” Leona interrupts, speaking for the first time since he arrived, “You really expect me to eat that vegetable junk?”

You try not to roll your eyes, sighing as you strike the automated message from the conversation. “Of course not, sorry sir.”

Leona lifts an eyebrow at your use of ‘sir’ and gives Ruggie a sideways glance. “They really got you whipped here, huh?”

“Please, do not do this right now.” You hiss in a whisper, trying not to gain the other server’s attention. “I really shouldn’t even be taking your orders since you’re not seated in my section-“

“There’s that fire,” Leona says, causing Ruggie to titter, “We can move if it means that much to you, I suppose. It’ll cost ya for the inconvenience, though.”

You finally let out a groan, looking across the restaurant. Azul, Jade, and Floyd had taken an impromptu trip back to the ocean to restock on some of their imported ingredients (cheaper to smuggle it back to land than have it delivered directly to the lounge), so it was only you and one other server that day. Thursdays were never too busy at the lounge, as most people elected to show up on Fridays instead as a way to celebrate the end of the school week. You decide to say fuck it and simply apologize to the other server later- it wasn’t as if they weren’t all secretly mad at you for the meeting they had to attend at your expense anyway.

“No,” you say firmly. “Just tell me what you want.”

“I want to know why you’re still workin’ for this slimy octopus.” Leona asks suddenly, causing you to freeze. Ruggie tilts his head at the both of you, seemingly unaware of your current predicament.

Your lips draw into a tight line, squeezing the server book in your hands. “I need the money.”

“Yeah Leona,” Ruggie begins, offering some sympathy, “not everyone has a royal trust fund like you.”

Leona is unphased by the jab as his eyes continue to survey your expression. After a while, he finally speaks again. “I’ll have the ribeye. Blue. No sides.”

“You did say anything on the menu, didn’t you Leona?” Ruggie tests, to which Leona gives an affirmative grumble. You can’t help but think that the way his eyes light up is precious. “Then I’ll have the seared porterhouse, cooked the same!”

You hastily write down their orders, grateful that they weren’t just completely wasting your time, and quickly run to the kitchen.

The rest of dinner service goes well. You’re already done with closing the rest of the lobby before Leona and Ruggie finally leave. You give a terse farewell as you go to pick up the check they left behind on the table. When you look inside, you might as well have been struck by lightning.

“Wait, Leona!” You yell, running after him before he gets the chance to get away. “Why- why did you leave 2000 thumarks? Your total was only-“

Leona motions for Ruggie to go on without him before turning back to you. “You said you needed money, didn’t you?”

“Yes but,” you begin, unable to fully process the situation, “this is more than I make in a week-“

“-and this is less than I’d ever even think to look for.” Leona interrupts, “I know that seacow is probably holdin’ something over your head for this. So take the money and shut it, herbivore.”

You’re speechless as Leona begins to walk away. “Wait-“ you call after him once more, “there has to be some way to repay you.”

Leona thinks for a minute as the corner of his mouth pulls into a devious smirk. “Maybe there’s one thing.”

.•*•.•*•.

You tell Leona to meet you in Azul’s office after the rest of the staff clocked out for the night. To your surprise, after double checking the registers and shutting all the lights, Leona is already in his office, leaning on Azul’s desk.

Leona seems like a different person when you’re alone together. His usual lazy and uncaring air is replaced by something darker- something you couldn’t quite name.

He beckons you over with a nod of his head and you follow obediently. He reaches over to you, untying your apron as he stares into your eyes.

“You know, I hadn’t really even thought to ask you for anythin’ in return,” Leona says, discarding the apron haphazardly to the floor beside you. “Kindness will be your downfall.”

You aren’t able to give your defense before Leona pulls your lips against his. He wastes no time deepening the kiss, his tongue gently guiding its way into your mouth.

You can’t believe this is happening. You aren’t sure if you even wanted this. I just want enough money to live, god damn it.

The same panicked thoughts and rapid breathing begin to take hold of your body, something you were unfortunately becoming accustomed to, as well as something else building up in your core.

Leona lifts your skirt up and lets out a low whistle at the sight of your ass. He grabs it, large hands roughly gripping into your skin. Leona rears his hand back and lands his palm firmly onto your cheeks, causing you to yelp in surprise.

“Surprisingly cute, herbivore.” He says, smacking your ass once more. You can’t help but let out a satisfying moan at his ministrations. “Wouldn’t have pegged you as such a masochist.”

You’re unable to counter his statement before he starts to rub you through your panties. He chuckles darkly, feeling your wetness soak through the thin fabric.

“These are adorable,” he begins, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “That smarmy octopus make you wear these, too?”

He pulls your lacy panties down and spreads you wide, rubbing up and down your folds. He slowly sinks his fingers into your warmth, pumping them in and out as he uses his thumb to rub circles on your clit.

“L-Leona!” You cried out, unable to stop yourself from arching into his touch. He reaches his unoccupied hand up to grasp your breast, firmly kneading it as he continues to fuck you onto his fingers.

“Mhm. That’s right,” he teases, resting his forehead on yours, “Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

You moan loudly as his fingers bring you closer and closer to climax. Just as you’re about to come undone, Leona pulls his fingers out, causing you to whine in dissatisfaction.

You watch as he raises his hand to lap at the wetness left behind on his fingers. He chuckles, watching your expression flush with embarrassment at his lewd actions.

“You taste good, herbivore. I’ll have to taste you from the source next time.” He murmurs, beginning to unbuckle his pants. The promise of a ‘next time’ sends electricity down your spine and straight to your throbbing cunt. He pulls his pants and boxers down in quick succession, his erection standing tall in front of your face.

“Suck.” He commands, and you can’t help but oblige.

His cock is huge, thick and long enough to where you can’t fit it all in your mouth. You move your lips along his length, nose coming to rest along tufts of curly dark brown hair as you take him as far as you can. He lets out a low growl, his hand gripping your hair as he starts to aid your head along his shaft. Leona bucks his hips into your mouth, causing you to sputter and choke. He laughs, watching your tear-filled eyes as you take his cock.

“Not bad,” he says, stifling a groan as you begin to increase your speed. You pull back to swirl your tongue around the head of his member, licking up the slit to collect his salty beads of precum. You stroked his cock, looking up into his emerald green eyes, pupils blown out due to his arousal, to give your throat some levity. A trail of saliva still connects you to the tip of his cock, making Leona lick his lips at the sight.

“As much as I would love to paint that pretty little face right now, I have somethin’ else in mind.” He says, pulling you up from your hair to give you a deep kiss.

Your tongues clash, still being able to taste yourself from his earlier actions. He pushes you onto Azul’s desk, uncaring of the litany of spreadsheets and half-drafted contracts stacked on top. He slaps his cock against your clit and you whimper in surprise.

“Gonna ruin your perfect pussy,” he grumbles against your ear, rubbing himself against your entrance teasingly. Great Seven, you’d do anything for him to just take you. Leona watches as you move your hand down to rub your aching clit, seizing your wrist before you could. “Patience, herbivore.”

Your heart thuds against your breasts as you watch his length slowly fill you to the hilt. You can’t help but let out a gasp as Leona fully submerges himself inside of you, your pussy deliciously clenching around him.

“Fuck,” Leona hisses, hands resting on your hips. He doesn’t give you much time to adjust before slamming back into you, a choked cry escaping your throat as he begins at an unrelenting pace. Your arms reach up to wrap around his shoulders, fingernails gripping into his back as you desperately search for something to keep you grounded. He bites into your shoulder, just shy of drawing blood, and you return the favor with your blunt nails against his shoulder blade.

You’re fucked dumb, all previous anxieties and worries pounded out of your pretty little head as Leona takes. He finally moves to rub your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m gonna pump you full of my cum,” Leona growls, hiking your legs even higher up, folding your body nearly in half as he continues to fuck you. “Stuff you full of my cubs- you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

All you can do is nod, whimpering as Leona smirks against your neck. Your orgasm rocks your body, tensing every muscle in your body as you cry out his name.

Leona follows soon after, his body locking as he sends wave after wave of hot cum into your throbbing pussy. His dick twitches as he pulls out of you, a burst of white dripping from your thoroughly fucked pussy.

You have no time to enjoy your high as the crashing realization of what you just did enters your system. Shame wracks your body even harder than your orgasm as you watch Leona clean himself up, putting another 2000 thaumarks on the table.

“So, when’s your next shift?”

Can you tell I’ve been in the food industry for 6 years

May make this into a series with the different boys coming to see Dear Reader at work… but y’all will have to start sending requests bc my brain is empty except for Leona 😩 /hj

#twisted wonderland smut #twst smut #Leona x reader #Leona x reader smut #azul x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #leona x y/n #leona x mc #twst imagines #maid!verse

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Date Night Pt. 2

A/N: Finally finished! This was my first time writing Cody and first time including spice in a full fic, rather than a drabble. Those two things made this a challenge but I finally got it to a place I liked. I hope you all like it, too.

This starts partway through Pt 1 and shows how Cody's date went, so go check that out here if you haven't yet.

Pairing: Cody x f!Reader

W/C: 5,386 words (I let this one get away from me but I have no regrets).

Warnings: Spice/smut/lemon after the divider, Dom!Cody (brat tamer got a hold of me), bratty sub if you squint.

Dividers by @samspenandsword and @djarrex, respectively.

He was too nice. Honestly, he blamed General Kenobi. The man’s deep compassion that bordered on insanity seemed to have rubbed off on the Marshal Commander. That was the only reason he was here, in a dance studio that didn’t serve alcohol, dressed in the nicest and somehow most uncomfortable civies he owned, leading a stranger through the crowd.

Of course his date got there first. He just hoped Rex’s would hurry up. His brother looked ready to call it from nerves, and the night had barely started. And Cody was not about to be left here seeing as this whole matchmaking endeavor was his brother’s idea.

At least you seemed pleasant enough when you introduced yourself. A bit formal, if anything, but Cody wasn’t really going to complain about having someone as beautiful as you on his arm for the evening.

The movements the instructor called out, something called a triple step, was almost insultingly easy, and the pair of you mastered it rather quickly. With each step, though, Cody couldn’t help but look up and around, checking in on Rex.

“Do you want to try for real?” You asked, breaking the slightly tense silence mitigated only by the crowd around you.

“Huh?”

Your lips quirked at his distracted response, likely mistaking it for nerves. You were pretty when you smiled. “Like partner dancing. It looks like you picked up the steps pretty quick, so do you want to try them for real?”

“Yeah, sure.”

He let you lead, moving into the circle of his arms and resting your one hand against his shoulder, taking the other in yours without an ounce of hesitation.

“You’re no beginner at this, are you?” he questioned as his free arm draped across your back, unsurprised when you shook you head.

“No, but I don’t mind brushing up on the basics. It’s good to reaffirm foundations.”

Cody agreed with a hum, having found himself barking a similar sentiment to his men, though the foundations for their training was very different. “A good philosophy to have.”

“I think so, at least. Better to prepare than be caught unaware.”

“Are you always so pragmatic?” he asked, an eyebrow raising as he turned his attention fully to you for the first time.

You shrugged your shoulders gently. “I don’t think so, but my friends will likely say otherwise.”

“Maybe your friends are jealous,” he offered, earning a delicious, full laugh for his efforts.

“No, definitely not. They’re rather fed up with me usually, but they still indulge me.”

Unsure how to answer beyond an approving nod, Cody let the conversation drop.

The two of you settled into a nice rhythm with your movements. The silence was still a bit awkward, but not unpleasantly so. Though with each turn, he kept his eyes scanning the crowd for a buzzed blond head.

A small smile curled at the corner of his lip seeing his brother swaying not very gracefully with his date, both smiling like idiots at one another.

Looks like he doesn’t need my help anymore.

It wasn’t quite relief, more like sweet satisfaction that rolled through him at seeing his brother really let go and enjoy himself.

Surprisingly, Cody was having a good time, too. More than he anticipated he would, at least. The dancing was different than what he’d experienced in other bars and clubs and while he wasn’t one to shy away from a night out with his men, it was never his choice activity for leave.

But this? Swaying and gliding smoothly across the floor to a song he could actually hear the words to, matched step for step by a beautiful woman? One who, based on first impressions at least, was intelligent and composed?

He wouldn’t mind doing this again.

“You keep checking out the other girls here and I may get jealous.” Your tone was light, teasing, but there was an edge he heard just underneath. Your face showed a similar pleasant mask as he realized he had been turned away from you for a bit.

“That’s not what I’m doing.”

“Oh no?” Your tone that time was sharper, the edge peeking through and Cody realized he was losing control of the situation.

“No, and I’m sorry I gave that impression,” he sighed and pulled you slightly closer. “The truth is I didn’t want to be set up. But my brother did, and he wasn’t coming without backup. I couldn’t let him fly solo or he’d get stuck in his head. That’s who I’ve been looking at.”

Deftly timing his steps, Cody circled the two of you around so you could see Rex and his date more clearly.

“He’s a good man, just awkward beyond belief when off the battlefield. I guess I felt I owed it to him to act as his wingman tonight.”

He looked back down to you, only to find you had leaned forward, almost pressing your forehead against his chest as your shoulders shook.

“Kark, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cr-”

But when you looked up, you weren’t crying. Mirth from your laughter danced across your face and for a genuine moment, there was no other thought in Cody’s mind besides imprinting that sight into his memory forever.

“No, no, I’m sorry. I accuse you of having a wandering eye, but we’re playing the same game.”

“I … what?”

“See her?” You pointed slyly at the girl in Rex’s arms. “She’s my best friend. I am looking to find someone, but the only reason I went through a matchmaker is because of her. She’s usually so nervous meeting new people that she clams up, so she thought an arranged date would help — no guessing if the person is at least open to a relationship. But the first rule of girl code is you don’t let your friend meet a new guy on her own. So … here I am, keeping an eye on her, ready to break a nose if I have to.”

At that, Cody let out a braw laugh, one that came from deep in his gut. You certainly were something else.

“What? You don’t think a girl can throw a punch?” Your indignation may have been genuine, he didn’t have the best read on you yet. But the traces of your smile made him believe it was a farce.

“Oh, I have no doubt the damage you can do, little one,” he teased, turning you both away from your friends. They seemed happy enough on their own, anyway, and he now wanted to enjoy his night to its fullest. “But I’ve been whipping Rex into shape since we were cadets. If in the incredibly unlikely event that he earns a punch, I’d be happy to deliver it on your behalf.”

You tilted your head as you crooned, “My hero,” sarcasm lacing your tone and igniting a fire in his gut.

But your jovial expression faded slightly as your eyes cut back across the room. “Unlikely, huh? So … he’s a good guy?”

He wasn’t sure if you realized how much you revealed of yourself in that moment. How the confident mask slid completely off to show the care and vulnerability beneath. You couldn’t have realized, he decided. But he still selfishly took the gift of your trust that he most definitely did not yet earn.

He would, though. He wanted to, at least.

“One of the best. Your friend couldn’t be in better hands.”

Slowly, your eyes glide back up to his and you smile again. But he can see the difference now, and this one isn’t a mask.

“Hmm, I think there may be better hands to be in tonight.”

Cody swallowed a growl at your implication, ego stoked by the hunger in your eyes as they raked over his face.

“Oh?” he prompted.

“Mm-hmm.” You stepped closer, pressing your front against his softly enough to give him room to step back if he wanted out. He moved forward. “But I don’t want to share.”

Cody knew how to wield his body like a weapon, not just on the battlefield but off to keep his men in line around the clock. His gaze, his voice, his posture all served to force excited shinies and wayward troopers to behave to regulation. He put all that knowledge to use as he pinned you with his gaze, eyes unwavering as he bent forward and invaded the last of your personal space, pressing his forehead to yours.

“You don’t ever have to share,” he promised, meaning every word if you would let him in. A grace he asked for gently, pressing his lips lightly to yours, keeping his eyes on you even as yours fluttered closed.

The moment he pulled back, the tip of your pretty pink tongue slid out to slide along your bottom lip, tasting him again, before you opened your eyes again to stare straight through him.

“Then let’s get out of here.”

“You know, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind when you suggested leaving the class.”

Cody looked down — again — to check his movements against the complex pattern of steps marked on the flimsy on your floor, dotted lines connecting outlines of feet to show proper motion and placement. But the music was too fast and the rhythm too unfamiliar for him to accomplish his goal with any grace.

“You were the one who said that class was too easy, and I was still promised a dancing date. Gotta get you to my level before that can happen, don’t I?” you teased, leaning against your kitchen counter, watching him with bright eyes and a smile hidden behind the rim of the glass you were sipping from.

Or you could pick an easier style.

The thought was ungracious, and Cody would never admit defeat anyway. But still, it rubbed him wrong that such an easy civvie activity was this much trouble to master.

“Here, let me,” you offered, placing your glass down and slipping in behind him. And he did let you, resting his hands lightly over yours as you pressed yourself against his back.

“You want to rotate your hips when you step. It’ll make your movements more fluid and help you keep the beat.”

He felt the heat of your breath seep through the back of his thin shirt and radiate down his spine as your hands began moving his hips as you desired.

It was odd, giving someone else this much control over his body. It wasn’t strictly unpleasant — he very much enjoyed the weight of you against him and the subtle way you tried to hide how you would press your hips into his ass with each rotation. But it felt a bit too much like charging into battle without a strategy or even a map to locate his target.

Cody was, for the first time in a long time, flying blind.

But you seemed to have it all mapped out. Gently, you nudged your toe against his right heel, pushing that foot forward as you did the same with his right hip.

“Just like that,” you praised. You must have looked up, because this time he felt your breath tickle the fine hairs at the base of his neck. He shivered, and he didn’t need to see you to know you felt it.

“Where did you learn to dance this way?” he asked, trying to focus on anything besides how badly he wanted to turn around and show you a different kind of dance, one he would take the lead in.

You kept nudging his feet into the next step, slowly turning him in a circle. “I learned when I was a teenager. I needed a physical outlet and the woman who owned the local studio offered free classes if I worked the front desk on weekends.”

“A physical outlet?”

He wasn’t sure if he was imagining you tightening your grip on him, but he tightened his hold on your hands in response regardless.

“Yeah … I had a lot of stress and anger at the time, and it got me in a bit of trouble. A teacher recommended writing or crafting to calm me down, but I couldn’t sit still long enough for any kind of hobby like that. Timing worked out that I found the studio just when they needed someone. It didn’t take long after for me to fall in love with dancing.”

Flashes came to him of hours spent splitting his knuckles on a weighted bag, muscles straining after a too-long training session that still hadn’t washed away the pain and frustration after a mission. Those images soon faded to new ones, imagined ones of you, pivoting and moving gracefully, the power evident in your limbs as you move forcefully through the music he can’t hear.

“So you still take classes?” He hoped you wouldn’t hear how his voice caught.

You chuckled, only a little mocking. “I teach them now.”

It was a funny comparison, but with each facet of yourself you revealed, Cody thought of it like another level of Coruscant — polished and clean on the surface, but with so much hidden underneath. And he wanted to explore them all.

“And do you give every student such … hands-on help?”

For a moment, his heart stuttered as he felt your hands slip away from his sides. But the disappointment was soothed seconds later as you slid around to his front, finally facing him again. Gods you were gorgeous.

“Only if he’s got promise.” Everything from the tilt of your lips and tone of your voice to the way you arched against him screamed “tease.”

And Cody knew how to handle a tease.

Done with pretending he didn’t want more, pretending he wasn’t thinking about every other way your body could move against his, he gripped your waist and pulled harshly until there was no room between you. The position forced your neck back to keep eye contact, and his knees almost buckled at the sight.

“I’ll show you promise, little one.”

His lips descended on yours, claiming them thoroughly without any room for argument as he walked you backward to press you into the wall.

How you opened up to him, without a hint of hesitation, was even sweeter than the taste of you on his tongue. Cody relished it. So when you put your walls back up and tried taking control, your hands delicately sliding to the front of his pants, he caught your wrists and lifted them, holding them firm in one hand over your head.

Pulling away from the kiss, he let his eyes feast on you, pulled taunt and on display before him.

“Let me touch you,” you ordered, pulling against his hold.

He nipped at your pout.

“No.”

Cody dipped his head to continue nipping, gentle but firm, down the smooth column of your neck. You writhed against him, and he wasn’t entirely sure if it was from his denial or his bites. He smirked. Either way, you were slowly coming undone beneath him … just as he wanted.

He slipped his knee between your legs. “You wanted to see promise. So I’m showing you all I promise to give.”

You weren’t subtle. Your hips moved almost desperately to find friction along his thigh. But he kept it intentionally just out of reach. Just so you would feel it there but be unable to take your pleasure.

You’d learn it wasn’t something to take. Only something to be given.

And from the huff that sent your chest heaving right before his eyes, it was a lesson you were going to insist he teach the hard way.

“Okay, you got promise.” Your admission sounded like vinegar to the ears and Cody imagined it tasted even worse. He loved it. “But it’s no good if you don’t follow through.”

His free hand trailed up from your waist to skim across the outside curve of your breast. He knew the sensation must have felt so dull with so many layers between his fingers and your skin. Which made it all the more satisfying when you arched into the touch you could barely feel.

He wondered how it felt in your imagination. Craved to see how you’d react to the real thing.

“And yet just the promise has you so flustered.” He leaned forward again to pull your earlobe between his teeth, smiling around his prize at your sharp inhale. “I wonder just how far I can push you on the promise alone.”

“Cody, come on!” It wasn’t a whine, not really. But he bet it was as close as you ever let yourself get to one.

Until tonight.

“That’s not how you ask for something, little one.” Pulling back to his full height, Cody brings his free hand to tilt your chin up. “Try again.”

Your raised eyebrow was met one of his own. An incredulous unstoppable force meeting a confident unmovable object.

Oh, your stubbornness was beautiful. Hardened and shaped by circumstances he had only just begun to learn, it was a mark of your strength and resilience. But it wasn’t your core. And he was determined to push past it to see that vulnerability from earlier. This time given just for him.

“Come on, princess. Just ask nicely and I’ll take care of you.” His lips pressed to yours again, still firm but slower this time. Sensual. A different type of promise unspoken as his hand moved to pull your hips closer, holding you securely but gently to him. “I’ll take such good care of you.”

A whine, needy and pitchy, rang out so beautifully for him as he felt your resistance melt away.

“Please, Cody. Please let me feel you.”

He rested his forehead against yours so he could see your desperate, bright eyes.

“Good girl.”

He released your hands which fell to his shoulders immediately, using the leverage to pull yourself closer as he moved forward to kiss you again. Now free from holding you back, his own hands slid under the hem of your top to skate along the warm expanse of your lower back. An indulgent moan tore through him, sparking one of your own in response.

You responded to him the way you did to the music earlier, naturally falling into the perfect rhythm, letting him lead you as he pleased. Satisfaction sung in his blood as your tongue danced along his but bending to his will.

Pulling away then was one of the hardest things he’s ever done. But he was going to do this right. And that meant moving out of the living room.

“Now, you’re going to show me to your bedroom, you’re going to get undressed, then you’re going to keep behaving so I can make you come harder than you ever have before. Understood?”

You tilted your head and pursed your lips as if really considering his commands as a proposal, the silent challenge already igniting his blood again.

“But what if I want you to strip first?” Your hand slipped to cup his erection before he could stop you.

“What if I want you in my mouth first?” You bit your lip enticingly as you pressed against him.

“What if I want to make you feel good first?” You squeezed him but too lightly for him to feel satisfied.

You were going to be the death of him. You were used to getting your way, and no wonder. What sort of man could refuse that offer. But Cody wasn’t just any man. He going to make you follow orders or die trying. And if death came for him in your bed, he would thank every star for his fortune.

He knelt slightly to lift you into his arms, groaning at the heat he could already feel radiating off you.

“Then I’m not going to stop you,” he started, making his way through your apartment. You pointed him in the right direction and he pivoted, smiling at the look of victory on your face. “But I will have to punish you after.”

Confusion drew your expression tight. Gods, you were a precious thing, weren’t you?

“Punish?”

Cody dropped you onto the bed, enjoying the way you bounced and flailed to regain your balance.

“Of course,” he husked, crawling over to trap you beneath him. You reacted perfectly again, like you knew each step already as you laid back and welcomed his bulk, hands at his waist to secure him to you. “Good girls follow orders. Bad girls do what they want. So bad girls get punished.”

Running his hand under the front of your shirt, Cody slowly began lifting the fabric, his lips tracing each inch of newly exposed skin.

“And do you know what that punishment is?” he asked as your bra — a pretty, lacy thing — was revealed to him. He pressed hot, open-mouth kisses to the fabric just above your peak.

Your whimper had him repeating the process on your other breast.

“Do you?” he asked, pulling back to look at your flustered face, eyes pleading in a way he’d soon get your mouth to join.

You shook your head and whispered, “No.”

With a smile at your disheveled state, Cody rocked his length into your core, gritting his teeth to hold back his own groan so he could indulge in yours.

“Punishment means you don’t get to come.”

Sliding back, he hooked his fingers around the waist of your trousers and pulled as he settled on his knees in front of the bed. Grabbing your thighs, he slid you to the edge of the mattress before pressing against the inside of your legs, spreading you open for him.

He nearly lost control right there. The sight of your glistening sex blooming for him tested every ounce of resolve. Maker, he did this. He made you feel this way. And he was only getting started.

“So, I’ll ask once again,” he warned, his hand coming to trace the outside of your lips, pulling at the flesh to expose even more of you to his hungry eyes. “Are you going to be good for me? Are you going to let me fulfill my promise?”

His patience was thinner than a razor’s edge, so when your answer wasn’t immediate, he doled out his first reprimand, bringing his hand down firmly but without too much force on your wet cunt. The slap echoed sinfully in your bedroom, drowned out only by your cursing.

“Fuck!”

“I need an answer, little one. And I need it now.” His voice was more gravel than honey, forced from his vocal cords desperately as he sat too close to what he wanted only to be left in limbo. “I’m going to eat this pretty pussy. I just need to know if it deserves to come.”

It was the last straw. Your confession and consent poured out of you like a damn bursting, “Please! Please, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good just please let me feel your tongue!”

Cody didn’t keep you waiting. He dove in, determined to reward you for being so good. He focused his attention on your clit, working over the sensitive bundle of nerves with firm strokes, moaning into your heat as your hips moved against him, riding him to increase your pleasure.

He needed more from you. He needed you undone.

He sucked your clit into his mouth, pulling harshly until he felt your hands grip his hair, tugging at the short strands.

“Maker, Cody, just like that.”

He soothed over the area with a gentle lick before repeating the process, delighting in your cries at the sensation. Your nails scraped along his scalp and he welcomed every pass, the slight pain grounding him and affirming just how good he could make you feel.

When your legs began to shake around him, he dipped down to press against your opening, pushing his tongue just inside your channel to feel the muscles quiver at his touch.

“Yes, yes, yes right there. Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna –”

And he was sure you were about to cum. But before you could, he pulled away.

“NO!”

Your scream brought a smirk to his face. Stripping quickly, Cody crawled back over you, pulling your legs to rest over his hips before gripping your waist. Every inch of you looked as utterly wrecked as he felt, from the tangled mess of your hair across the bedspread to the wide, pleading eyes that bore into his.

“I said I was gonna be good,” you whined, demanding your release. He was starting to love the sound.

Reaching forward, he guided your torso up just enough for him to remove your shirt and bra, finally bearing you completely to him. His hands trailed delicately across your collar, down the swell of your cleavage and finally across the peak of your nipple. With a sharp inhale, you arch into the touch, accidentally coating his length in your slick.

“I know, princess, I know,” he cooed, soothing the sharp sting of denial with his words as his hands gripped your waist. “That was punishment for teasing me earlier. Couldn’t let that slide, now could I?”

He gave you a pointed look, and you shook your head slightly, resignation coloring your features.

“But with your punishment out of the way,” he started, shifting his hips to place his tip at your entrance. “I can finally give you your reward. Would you like that?”

You nodded eagerly, but that wasn’t quite enough for him.

“Words, little one. I need to hear you say it. Would you like me to make you come on my cock?”

Your eyes locked with his in a final moment of clarity.

“Yes,” you breathed like a promise.

He was losing himself. He didn’t even make you say please that time. He couldn’t. Couldn’t bear waiting another moment to sink into you with you so willing beneath him.

In a slow but steady push, he felt your walls split around him, welcoming him home. Your hands squeezed his forearms, nails leaving half-moon smiles along his skin.

Part of him wished they’d scar.

Fully seated inside you, Cody could feel every spasm as you worked yourself up around him. “Shh, relax,” he ordered softly, bringing one hand over your lower belly and pushing down to still you. “Just relax.”

He left his hand there to keep you in place. Your head was tossed back, eyes closed tight in an expression of pure, unfulfilled desire, your mouth open but void of any sound. Reaching forward, Cody slid his free hand under the base of your skull, tilting your head forward and biting back a groan as the new angle let him sink even deeper into you.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes fluttered open and met his.

“There’s my good girl.”

Good girls get rewards.

Cody waited for your smile to break all the way across your face before pulling out slowly and sliding back into you with controlled force. You tried so hard to keep those eyes open and on him, only letting your lids slide down halfway at the pleasure.

He repeated the motion, finding his own rhythm to drive you wild. Slow but powerful thrusts broke down every shred of resistance until you were putty in his hands, taking all he had to give you.

“Kark, you take me so well. Like you were kriffing made for me,” he praised, his voice barely more than a whisper but the way you tightened around him confirmed you heard it.

“Do you like that? Do you like knowing how perfect you feel? How good you’re being for me?” He growled loudly when you tightened even more.

“I do.”

Your breathless admittance had him moving faster, snapping his hips to yours with increasing pressure and forcing the sweetest cries from you.

“Don’t stop! Fuck, Cody please don’t stop,” you begged, your desperation fanning the fire inside him further. Nothing could get him to stop now.

Your hands fell from his arms to trail along your torso, catching his ravenous gaze.

He leaned ever closer, bending over you so his stomach brushed against yours as he kept his pace. “Go on.”

Your hands moved higher slowly, cupping your breasts and squeezing until the soft flesh spilled from between your fingers. You bit your lip, a moan clearly on your tongue you arched, offering yourself to his mouth.

He didn’t hesitate. Pushing forward, he wrapped his mouth around the tight bud of your nipple and sucked hard, delighting in the hoarse cry that burst from your mouth.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Put your fingers in my mouth.”

And you obeyed, reaching up to press the tips of your fingers against his lips. His tongue darted out, sucking them in and lavishing them until they were soaked.

“Touch yourself. Let me see how you make yourself feel good.”

He returned to your breast, suckling hard as he watched your fingers tease your other bud, a chorus of cries harmonizing with the repetitive wet slap of his balls against your cunt.

It was too much. He could feel the edge approaching and he couldn’t stop it. Didn’t want to. But first, you.

Releasing your breast with a sinful pop, Cody leaned back to rest on his knees, pulling your hips even higher. Once you were settled, he pressed harder on your lower belly as his thumb found your clit, swiping hard over the sensitive nerves.

“I’ve got you, princess,” he promised, pounding into you frantically now, needing to feel your release. “I’ve got you. Now come. Come for me, my good girl.”

Nothing could have prepared him for this — how spectacular you looked as your orgasm took you, your back arching, using the leverage from your hips to impale yourself completely on his cock, your head tilting back to expose your throat to him. Or how fucking tight your walls constricted around him, pleasure so complete it bordered on pain until, with one last thrust, his own climax crashed through him, whiting out his vision for a moment.

He could feel the spasms of aftershocks running through you, milking him dry as he held firm above you. As much as he wanted to stay buried in your heat, he had to pull out, not wanting to risk overstimulating himself.

At least, not this time.

Even with his training, Cody was still out of breath. But you? You were a mess, shaking and panting in the aftermath of his attention. Rolling to the side, Cody lay back, pulling you to him and grounding you in his arms as he whispered praise and affection into your ear, his hand running soothing passes along your back.

Eventually, your breathing evened out and you tilted your head back to look at him.

“There she is.” He smiled gently, bringing his hand around to cup your face and press a tender kiss to your lips.

“Hi,” you whispered, matching his smile.

“Hi,” he replied, pressing his forehead to yours. “I should apologize. I did intend on discussing all of this with you first.”

You shook your head against his. “It’s ok. You gave me plenty of outs. And I’m not sure what I would have said, anyway. I’ve … I’ve never really done anything like that before. I didn’t … didn’t think I’d like it.”

You bit your lip and ducked your head slightly, but you never looked away. A swell of pride coursed through him at your boldness.

“And you did? Like it, that is?”

He laughed at your answering nod.

“Words, pretty girl. I need to hear it if you want that to happen again.”

You rolled your eyes, and he delivered a swift yet soft swat to your behind, intently intrigued by the soft gasp of your response. He made a note to come back to that later.

“Try again.”

You leaned up so barely an inch of space existed between you.

“I liked it,” you said. “I really, really liked it.”

“Good,” he confirmed as he settled you both in for the night.

Just before sleep claimed him, Cody realized he had to thank Rex for being such a nervous wreck. He hoped his brother’s date went well, otherwise the little punk would never let him live this down.

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