So, I've decided to share my Mandalorian story here. It's already on A03, but this is such a great community. And interest will fuel my own motivation to organize all my unpublished bits and pieces into something... more.
I love these three OCs with my whole heart. Creating and writing them keeps the dark away. I hope someone here loves them too.
I am a novice Tumblr user and will try to keep the flow easy to follow as I invariably edit these works.
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Kote Darasuum, vod - Glory eternal, brother. (A Mandalorian saying, the intent varying according to the setting.)
Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum - I love you. Literally, I hold your in my heart forever. The Mandalorian equivalent of "to love".
Jate ca, ner Sal - Goodnight, my Sal.
Tion'ad - who
Majyc shebs!,- Mandalorian saying indicating indignant surprise. Literally, My extra butt cheeks
Yaim - home
This is your first and only warning that this story is NSFW, 18+, and will depict hetero and homosexual sex, violence, drinking, drug use, suicidal thoughts, and a host of other MATURE themes as I write it.
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To his left and right, Rhulin felt the mad shake of the platform as his own unit pounded up and around him, into the belly of the troop transport. Standing firm against the pelting rain, he arched and craned, staring into the far blackness out over the steppe. He balled his fists, and a squeeze to an interior pad in his armored gloves locked his magnetic boots to the ramp.
The odor of rancid mud and fresh blood was strong, even filtered through the respiratory apparatus of his helmet. However Rhulin, hardly aware of his own breathing, could not notice.
Frantic, he scanned the horizon through the smoke and darkness for the next group, Gar-Salk's regiment. They had been right behind us, he told himself. The transport was rapidly filling and the loading platform was slick with ooze. He steadied himself on the hydraulic lift arm and poked at his gauntlet controls, the sticky finger of his glove slipping off the screen. He rubbed the red smear off the screen, switching his helm to night vision settings for a better view.
“All units in the transport, GO! GO!”
Rhulin heard his commanding officer bark, but he lingered, still hopeful. Finally, there, he could see them! He gulped at stale helmet air and waved at his commander.
“Soldier, that means you, find your place now!”, the Captain ordered as he bounded past, boarding last as the platform began to close. Rhulin recognized the Captain as he rushed by to the cockpit, his flight instructor just a year ago.
“Sir! The last skiff is coming over the hill!”, exclaimed Rhulin, pointing to them. He activated his jetpack with a flick of his wrist, unsure what he intended to do. Rhulin only knew he had no intention of leaving without him.
“No soldier, we have to go now.”, his commanding officer demands. Rhulin watches as the officer’s comm pad blinks and sees him look up from it, startled. His tone stern, he adds, “They will catch the next transport.” Rhulin nods, trusting his commander, and finally boards as ordered. He looks to his comm for the following transport number, 48. He was certain he would find him on the Concordia moon at regroup.
A shockwave rocks the ship, and he grabs onto a fellow soldier as they both stumble. There had been so many, more than there had been seats, and they both clung to the same cargo cinch strap. His comrade nodded their thanks. “Kote Darasuum, vod…”, they said, their voice quaking despite the reassurance.
Rhulin hears officers shouting, and the transport launches into the air at a sickening rate, throwing him up against the soldier wedged in behind him. Turning to look before the blast shield closes, he sees a tiny blue dot bobbing over the terrain. The skiff beacon, almost to the next transport on an adjacent plateau.
*That is his, Gar-Salk is on that skiff.*, he assures himself. Rhulin types a message on his comm, just in case it might get through before he is out of range. "47 Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum", and he taps send, both surprised and relieved to see it arrive. He loses sight of the surface in the hazy night, but his eyes remain fixed on the blue dot, and then where the blue dot must be, as it disappeared from sight. Rhulin sighs in relief. The last transport was loading and finding him on Concordia wouldn’t be difficult
They continued to climb, entering Mandalore’s lower exosphere now, and a brilliant flash glowed bright just beneath them, then an orange mushroom-like plume.
Just where the plateau was.
Exactly where the transport had been.
And his skiff.
The screeching of the blast shield closing at high velocity was not nearly enough to drown out the anguished wails of his brothers and sisters and the clanging of so many gauntleted gloves against the transport walls. In spite of the noise, he only heard one voice. His own scream, reverberating inside his helmet.
“SAL!!!!”
Rhulin started, and instinctively reached for his blaster, groping his hip. But found only cool rubbery flesh instead. He sat up quickly, groggy and agitated. The pleasure droid looked at him in confusion.
“Sir?”, a feminine voice said. It sounded almost alive.
“Why are you still here?”, his voice coarse through his tired haze. The droid was silent for a moment.
“Sir, you asked that I lie here behind you, before you slept. You were very specific in your instructions to only hug you, in that manner. I have received no further instructions,” it said.
The droid was a pretty simulation of a Twi'lek female, and its pale aqua skin glowed in the low light. Rhulin nodded, recalling now, and rubbed his eyes.
He looked at the droid carefully. “Did I say anything?” The droid shook its head, its long lekku waving gracefully.
“No, you only yelled and seemed unwell, which is why I woke you,” it said plainly. Rhulin half nodded and understood. “You were worried I’d wake the Matron,” he said
He scratched a few of his hairy spots, stretched across the bed to his holster lying on the side table, and pulled out his comm pad. “Here,” he said, waving the scanner at the droid.
It held up its wrist, and the pad chimed.
“You are paid in full. I would like to be alone now.” said Rhulin.
“Sir, you have not…”, the droid ventured, and shrugged, its silky chemise slipping down, exposing a pair of invitingly pert breasts. Rhulin took a quick breath and lifted a hand, cupping one. He weighed its roundness in his palm for a moment, his fingers stroking the full curve, then lightly thumbed the nipple.
“Please leave.”, said Rhulin quietly.
The droid nodded and he watched as it gathered its things. Dressing, it glanced at him briefly one last time, with a smile. He shifted a look to the door. *The strangeness of droids… * he thought. However, he found himself admiring its form as it exited and then rolled his eyes at himself.
The door latched and he rose, rolling his shoulders and ignoring their pop. After a habitual armor and weapons check, he removed a magnetic scan lock from his vest. It activated with a pass over his chain code, and blipped. The door secure, Rhulin sat back down on the bed, his head in his hands. Ugh, he thought and wrinkled his nose. The droid’s requested perfume had worn off and he could smell the plasticized odor of its skin on his hands.
The pleasure establishments of Corellia were of high quality, so he decided to make use of the ample hot water and fresh towels, even cleaning up his beard and trimming the edges. He felt a wry smile spread over his face at the smattering of gray mixed with black swirling down the sink drain, and he grabbed one of the little complimentary bottles of lotion.
He hastily popped it open and shook a bit into his palm. The sweet tang of Luzu fruit hit his nose as he rubbed in the lotion, and his eyes closed in defeat. He was so tired of fighting it, and in truth he no longer cared how he may feel later. Gar-Salk’s comfortable laugh filled his thoughts and Rhulin gave himself over to them entirely.
“No Rinu, that’s too much!”
Sal protested half-heartedly as he watched Rhulin squeeze a swirl into his hand. Rhulin ignored him and stepped closer to him on the bed. He smoothed his clean hand over the back of Gar-Salk’s head, his fine blonde hair short, as required of cadets, but still silky soft. Gently pressing Gar-Salk’s chest back down to the mattress, Rhulin snatched away the sheet covering him and rubbed his hands together to warm the lotion. “Mmm, Luzu…” Sal purred. A deeper rumble followed as Rhulin adjusted his balls and sat down against the peach fuzzed, sculpted cleft of Gar-Salk's perfect ass.
Rhulin leveraged his fingers firmly against Gar-Salk’s muscled back and slowly began to work on the tight knots in his shoulders. He smiled in satisfaction as he felt his love’s resolve dissolve at his touch and Gar-Salk allowed him to massage away the tension with a long, peaceful groan.
Rhulin inhaled, loving the way his bulked traps curved downward over his shoulders, meeting the rise of his chest. He pulled, walked his palms down Gar-Salk’s back and straddled him, sitting just behind his perfectly round ass, to give his lower lumbar muscles some attention. Gar-Salk’s chuckle rumbled deep in his chest and though mumbled into the sheet, his mock surprise was undeniable. “Again, Rinu?”, he grinned, flexing towards the firm warmth against him.
Rhulin watched himself lean forward to dot Gar-Salk’s back with soft kisses and he had to steady himself against the wall by the sink. He whispered in Gar-Salk’s ear and his towel fell when he grasped himself, stroking his hand over his aching erection.
His comm pad buzzed a rude interruption from the vanity counter, drowning out whatever he told his Sal.
A payment confirmation text, check out time, and would he like a meal service? He dismissed it all with a snort and threw the comm across the room. Purely by chance, it hit a lounge chair, so hard it bounced wildly. Rhulin heard it clatter across the carpet and did not care to look for it.
He slapped the light switch by the vanity and slumped into the other side of the bed where it didn’t reek of rubber droid skin.
Rhulin unsheathed his vibroblade on the bedside table and checked his blaster charges before placing it next to the blade. Settling into the plump pillow, a long sigh escaped him. Rhulin rubbed one hand through his long, damp chestnut hair, and fondled his balls a few times with the other.
“Jate ca, ner Sal,” he whispered, and closed his eyes.
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Allies. Harder and harder to come by these days. Still, credit where it’s due: Rex has managed to find himself a solid one. Not that he’d ever say so directly. Most of what I know comes second-hand, pieced together from his clipped field summaries and the quieter details she was willing to share.
Here’s what I’ve gathered:
During a solo operation in the Outer Rim, CT-7567 sustained injuries severe enough to sideline even him. His contact on Coruscant – Senator Organa – redirected him to a doctor operating under deep cover: codename Spitfire. Real name: Mae Killough.
Killough served as a physician within the Jedi Temple’s medical corps before Order 66. Whenthe Temple fell, she stole patient files, smuggled padawans through maintenance routes, and got herself marked for execution in the process. Since then she’s stayed one step ahead of the Empire, stitching up anyone desperate enough to find her and quiet enough to keep her hidden.
Rex and Killough crossed paths out of necessity, but remained partnered by choice. Her medical expertise mixed with his tactical brilliance has made them unexpectedly effective. Together they’ve aided scattered clones, displaced Jedi, and anyone else caught between the gears of the Empire.
Joint Operation Report — ERC/7567 Unit Test:
Our first coordinated mission with Rex and Mae began three rotations ago. ERC intel placed aformer Kaminoan assistant on Baradis-4, carrying data on inhibitor chip variations. Rex insisted we take the lead, but brought Mae regardless, “in case things go sideways,” he said. He didn’t elaborate on how sideways things usually get.
Standard recon became complicated within ten minutes. Local patrols swept the sector earlier than forecasted, forcing an extraction under heavy fog and worse visibility. Mae stayed behind cover as ordered, but I could hear her through the comms. Calm, steady, guiding us through a chemical dispersal hazard none of us recognized in time. If she hadn't flagged the symptoms, Gregor would’ve gone blind for a full cycle.
Rex covered her position with the kind of precision you only see between men who’ve foughtthrough too many wars, except they’ve known each other a fraction of that time. And yet, itworked. Every movement between them was practiced, intuitive. Like they’d been running ops for years, not months.
Personal Note:
There was a moment, right after we secured the Kaminoan, where I caught Rex checking on Mae. Not in a “civilian liability” way. More like, making sure she was still breathing the same air as him. She shoved his hand off and told him to stop fussing. He pretended he wasn’t. The whole exchange lasted three seconds, but I’ve served with Rex long enough to know what I saw.
Dynamic assessment?
Efficient. Unorthodox. Borderline reckless. And, Force help me, effective. ERC has already recommended further joint operations.
If Rex has finally found someone he can lean on in this kriffed-up galaxy, I won’t argue with the results.
Ah, our dear, sweet Kix. Life’s really thrown a lot at the poor guy. Being a medic during the war was hard enough, but it seemed his heart had an even rougher go of it. There was this one girl, he thought she was sweet and genuine when they met at 79’s, but it turned out she was more interested in the idea of a clone than the actual person. The experience hurt him so much that he decided love just wasn't for him anymore.
It didn't help seeing so many of his 501st brothers finding their happy endings. He was genuinely thrilled for them, of course, but it definitely made him feel a bit cursed in the romance department. And that was *before* he threw himself into some dangerous business that landed him frozen in carbonite! Talk about bad luck! Thankfully, a certain Liberator of Ancient Wonders eventually found him tucked away in a dusty, far-flung corner of the galaxy and managed to get him back to his brothers on Pabu.
But getting unfrozen wasn't the only way his luck started changing. That's when he met Aiko, the island’s resident healer—and honestly, she's just as gentle and caring as she is beautiful. From the moment they started talking, they just clicked. Kix and Aiko both shared an incredible drive to help others, a quiet kindness, and even a mutual understanding of how overwhelming life can be at times. They began working side-by-side in the tiny local clinic, mending broken bones and even broken spirits.
Before Kix even fully realized what was happening, the man who had completely sworn off love found it flourishing right here, in this beautiful and peaceful paradise. Kix had always felt like he was struggling to keep his head above water, but now, nestled in Aiko’s arms, he finally feels like he can truly breathe. It's a beautiful thing to witness, seeing him so happy and at peace 🥰💜💕
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Summary: Friends to Lovers. Reader hides her feelings for Fives until he shows up where she least expects him.
Warnings: mutual pining, oral sex (m & f receiving), PiV, lots of sappy worshipping
Song: Just A Touch of Your Love by Little Mix
A/N: I reread this before I posted it and damn. lol
Suggested listening:
>We will be back on Coruscant 1300 today. Meet us at 79s at 1700 - Fives
You stared at the unexpected message on your datapad and you couldn’t contain the giddy leg kicks you did off the edge of your bed. Fives was coming home!
You were just friends. At least, you tried to convince yourself of that fact over and over but your heart didn’t seem to listen or care. So tonight you were throwing caution to the wind, consequences be damned. You were telling him. At 79s. After you’d had enough drinks to knock out a bull bantha.
>Have an appointment. Will be done around 1730. See you at 79s after!
You glanced at the chrono and made your way to the door tossing your small bag over your shoulder. In an effort to keep your mind occupied while Fives was gone, you’d joined a dance class at a local studio. The workout helped keep the anxiety about his safety and the stress from work at bay. You also loved it being walking distance from your apartment and you usually enjoyed having the opportunity to ruminate in your thoughts before class started. However, today you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched the entire trek to the studio.
***********
“She says she’s busy and is going to be late.” Fives stared at your message on his datapad anxiously.
“So?” Hardcase absently answered as he laid in his bunk.
“What if she’s on a date?” Fives began to pace, mindlessly tapping the datapad against his thigh as he stroked his goatee.
“Which brings us back to…so? I thought you two were just friends.” Hardcase sat up, narrowing his eyes at his brother. He’d had suspicions that there was more there than Fives had wanted to admit.
“We…are. But any guy she’s with needs to meet my standards. I need to know she’s safe. Physically and emotionally.” Fives rubbed the back of his neck as he leaned against the parasteel wall of the barracks.
“Sure, brother. Whatever you have to tell yourself. So you’re going to follow her?” Hardcase cocked his eyebrow with a knowing grin.
“Yep,” Fives tossed the datapad down on his bunk and walked toward the door.
“Good luck. See you tonight at 79s!” Fives threw a hand up in a lazy wave as Hardcase called to him. However Hardcase had a feeling he wouldn’t be seeing his brother again until morning.
**********
Fives followed you from your apartment to the dance studio. He sighed in relief when he realized it wasn’t a date and then was overwhelmed with curiosity at your new hobby you’d kept hidden from him. He briefly considered waiting for you at your apartment but he was brimming with a need to see what you were doing. He followed a small group of spectators in, and immediately scanned the room for you. His keen eyes spotted you, front and center of the small group of dancers that were already performing.
He swelled with pride watching the way you owned the room with smooth and graceful steps and the incredibly sexy gyration of your hips (maker your ass looked good in those heels and booty shorts.) His eyes were drawn to your lips that were silently mouthing the words of the (admittedly somewhat suggestive song) you were dancing to. If only he could kiss you right then and there. He couldn’t help but think how glad he was he wasn’t watching you on a date and how desperately he wished you were his.
As the class wrapped up you heard the giddy twitters of your fellow dancers. You turned to see what the commotion was about and flushed deeply seeing him watching you from across the room. His forearm rested against the wall and he leaned into it. His legs were slightly crossed, the toe of his right boot resting on the dorsum of his left. His helmet may have been on still but you could feel his gaze on you, completely ignoring the gaggle of giggling girls that had surrounded him. You gave a shy wave and made your way over, bag slung over your shoulder.
“Hey…what are you doing here?” You whispered as you tugged your hair back into a ponytail.
“Watching you. Can’t believe you were holding out on me! Let’s get out of here,” even through the modulation of his voice you could hear the lilt of joy you’d missed so much while he’d been gone. He plucked the bag from your hand and escorted you out the door, hand ghosting the small of your back sending your heart racing as you began the walk back to your apartment.
**********
“Why didn’t you tell me you’d taken up dance, mesh’la?”
“You always make fun of Hardcase’s dancing and I thought…”
“What? I make fun of Case because he can’t dance. He looks like an injured tauntaun. I wouldn’t make fun of you. You’re… graceful and lovely when you dance. I could watch you all day.” The earnest sincerity of his compliment sent your heart into a tailspin. You were certain that had he not been wearing that bucket you would have kissed him right then and there.
You paused, “But how did you find me? And why? You could have just waited for me at 79s.”
He removed his helmet and tucked it under his arm, “I’m an ARC trooper, babe. Reconnaissance is my specialty,” he winked at you. Your mouth pressed into a hard line as your eyes narrowed.
His bravado dropped as his shoulders turned in and he meekly continued. “Fine, You were so vague in your message and…well if you were on a date I wanted to make sure he wasn’t a sleemo. I wanted to make sure you were safe.”
You blinked, stunned speechless.
Fives clenched his jaw before a look of determination broke through, “Don’t you ever wonder why I always stay with you when we’re at 79s?”
You shrugged and kicked a pebble as you walked.
“Because I want to. I want to stay with you, not go home with some girl whose name I’ll forget by the time I sneak out of her apartment. I’d pick you a hundred, a thousand, no…a million times. No hesitation. I’d take on the entire CIS, GAR, and the chancellor himself just to keep you safe.”
“Oh. Well…what…what if….” You stared at your feet and picked at your nails.
“Yes, cyare?” His soft baritone offered comfort and safety.
“What if I want that? I want you?” You could barely squeak out the words, terrified you’d read the entire exchange wrong.
His nose crinkled briefly as he processed your statement, “You want…really? Me?”
His eyes lit up as you nodded your affirmation. He dropped your bag and closed the gap between you, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, hooking them under your bum and lifted you into a spin as his helmet clattered to the permacrete.
“Fives!” You yelped with giddy surprise, “what are you doing?”
“I saw it in a holofilm once and I wanted to try it,” a blush rose to his cheeks as he started to lower you back to the ground.
“No! Don’t put me down yet! I like it!” You pressed your forehead to his, unable to contain your beaming grin.
**********
The remainder of your walk back to your apartment was filled with giggles, gentle touches, and joy radiating from both of you so brightly it put the twin suns of Tatooine to shame.
“So I will get cleaned up and we can head to 79s, yeah?” You twittered as you punched in the code for your door. The door hissed open but before you could walk inside, Fives’ fingers circled your wrist and yanked you back toward him.
“Fives!” You shrieked as he swept you into his arms again, “I’m sweaty and gross! I need a shower!”
He grasped the back of your neck and pulled you in for the first kiss he needed more than air.
“Mmph..not gross,” he mumbled, his lips pressed to yours. “…mph…sexy,” he continued with sloppy enthusiasm. “…beautiful…ethereal…delicious…resplendent..a divine goddess I will worship for the rest of my life…” Every praise filled adjective was punctuated with those frantic and sloppy kisses to emphasize his earnestness. “If you insist though, I’m joining you. At this point I don’t think I can stand being apart from you, mesh’la.”
His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head back to access your soft neck. The two of you clumsily fumbled through your door, pulling armor and clothing off haphazardly as you refused to pull apart from the kisses you’d both only dreamt of before that moment.
The mess of lips and limbs stumbled into the ‘fresher. You blindly fumbled for the tap as Fives’ hand at the back of your head kept your lips pressed to his own. You sighed into him as his warm soft lips parted, his tongue seeking entrance to entangle itself with yours. He pressed you against the shower wall as the water hissed to life, his lips never staying in one place for long. Your sighs touched his ears like a melody, your body the instrument and his kisses the method of playing it. He reveled in the sanctity of your skin on his and even still you both shared a ravenous need to be closer.
“Turn around,” he whispered into your lips as he reached for the shampoo over your shoulder. His strong deft fingers began massaging your scalp. Kisses were interspersed along your neck and shoulders as his hands weaved an intimate and soothing rhythm through your locks. You tilted your head back, chasing the sensation of his fingers moving through your hair, a sensual sigh escaping your lips. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple as one hand continued massaging and the other trailed down your throat and along your collarbone. His fingers traipsed lazily along your skin, slowly working your floral body gel into a lather, caressing, tickling, teasing. His hands cupped your breasts, thumbs flicking your sensitive nipples. His teeth grazed your neck before he sucked his mark into your shoulder. Your melodious sounds stoked his own flame of arousal to a raging wildfire, his own groans a harmony in the song of your love. Your nails dragged along his thighs needily as you pressed ever closer to him. Wordlessly he turned you to face him again, running soapy hands along every soft curve of your body with devotion.
You followed his lead, massaging shampoo into his scalp until suds ran down his neck. You paused to press open mouthed kisses to his pecs, circling your tongue around each of his nipples. He growled in response, grasping at your waist as his head lolled back in electric pleasure. Your fingers traced the v-line leading down to his erect penis. You grasped the shaft, pumping a few times before dropping to your knees and taking his tip in your mouth. You relaxed your jaw allowing him to reach the back of your throat. His velvety skin alone was delicious and you ached to taste his release. You slowly dragged your mouth along his length, your tongue flicking and pressing until you reached the tip. You swirled your tongue around it, your pussy clenched as you tasted the precum he leaked. You sank your mouth to the base once more and he bucked his hips moaning your name. You dug your fingers into the firm cheeks of his ass, encouraging him to fuck your mouth. Drool poured down your chin as he grasped your hair, thrusting wildly as he chased the pleasure your mouth provided. Your fingers tightened their grip as his thrusts became erratic, his release eminent. He braced himself against the shower wall as he created the peak. You swallowed everything he had to give. He pulled you back to your feet for another kiss, moaning as he tasted himself on your tongue.
As the warm water rained down from the shower head rinsing the last of the soap away, Fives’ eyes remained fixed on you, his gaze lustful and admiring at once. His fingers were velvety, memorizing every curve he’d only once admired from afar. He turned you to face away from him, trailing kisses from behind your ear down to your shoulder. His arms wrapped protectively around you. His touch was reverent and worshipful and his kisses had slowed to a purposeful momentum. Through it he revealed the burning desire he’d suppressed until this moment. His hands slowly investigated your body more while his lips danced about your shoulders and neck. His pace was almost agonizingly slow as his hands returned to your breasts, brushing his thumb across your nipple.
The wanton moan that escaped your lips made him chuckle, “Do you know how long I have dreamt of this? You’re even more exquisite than any fantasy I could conjure.”
You reached back and ran your hand across his cheek. He leaned into you, kissing your palm, not stopping until you moved your hand to grasp the back of his neck. The hand that had rested on your thigh hand made its way between your legs. His caress was no more than a tease, a delicate stroke back and forth that stoked the fire within you even more than you’d thought possible.
“F-Fives…I” you gasped as his featherlight ministrations continued while his other hand’s teasing of your nipple remained steady and relentless.
“Patience, mesh’la. Let’s move to your bed.”
Fives wrapped you in a towel and carried you to your bed, laying you down as if you were made of glass. He immediately caged you in, his symphony of kisses whispering secret wordless promises. He pressed his leg against your aching core, groaning as he felt how wet you were for him.
He began pressing soft, open mouthed kisses down your neck. He journeyed along your clavicle, down your sternum to your breasts and then he paused, circling his tongue around your nipple pulling a gasp and then a filthy moan from you. Meanwhile his deft fingers drew wispy concentric circles around your other nipple.
“Fives, oh maker… that’s…you’re so good at that,” you whined barely coherent as he wound you up like a wind up toy.
He purred, catching your eye, his own amber eyes filled with lust and adoration.“Let’s see what else I’m good at.”
He maintained his pace, slow and deliberate as he moved his kisses down to your stomach. He wanted to taste every part of you. He ran a hand up between your breasts and across your collarbone, holding you down as he first ran his tongue and then his goatee over your ticklish hipbone. He made his way to your sensitive core, running his goatee lightly and slowly down your folds. He placed a hand on each thigh, holding your legs open as he licked a single strip along your sex.
“Oh stars, Fives!” You gasped, bucking your hips in pursuit of his tongue. His remaining fiber of self control snapped. His hands gripped your hips, greedily pulling you closer to him. He pressed his tongue deep inside your pussy swirling and thrusting with a vigor that had you nearly screaming his name. A growl rumbled deep in his chest as he heard the depraved sounds having his face pressed to your sex drew from you. His fingers returned to your thighs, holding your legs open so he didn’t miss a thing. You dug your fingers into your bed sheets as you panted his name like a prayer. He hummed savoring how you tasted. He’d imagined this moment countless times when alone in his bunk late at night but it didn’t hold a candle to the reality of the taste of your slick on his tongue.
“So good, mesh’la. You taste so good. Such a good girl letting me devour you.”
He gently inserted a finger inside you as he moved his tongue to your clit. He wrote his CT number, one five at a time, over and over again while his finger tenderly toyed with that perfect spot inside of you, first a stroke and then a swirl. That was when the coil he’d been winding up all evening snapped. You saw white as waves of pleasure washed over you. He only pulled back when he was certain you’d been fully satisfied. He trailed light kisses all the way up your body back to your ear.
“Lay down. It’s your turn,” you purred, looking up at him through fluttering lashes.
You nuzzled your nose into the junction where his neck met his shoulder, breathing soft words of praise he could barely hear. You took his earlobe in your teeth, grazing lightly, repeatedly encouraged by the groans resonating from his chest. You sat up taking a moment to admire his beautiful tan skin, playful eyes and the most genuine smile you’d ever known.
As your legs straddled his waist, he ran his hands softly along your curves, “Cyare. So beautiful. Mine.”
He leaned into your touch as you cupped his cheek. You began to rub your dripping wet pussy against his taught length. He whined and bucked his hips chasing your warmth. As the gyration of your hips continued teasing him, you pressed your chest to his. You dragged your nails across his scalp as your teeth made marks along his collarbone.
“Please, mesh’la. Need to be inside you,” he whimpered against your ministrations.
“Sir, yes sir,” you purred as you sheathed his throbbing cock within you, slowly moving down his shaft feeling every glorious vein as your walls pulsed around him. You traced the ‘five’ tattooed on his temple as you began to rock your hips. His groans were celestial and urged you on. His hands traveled to your hips and then to your ass where he squeezed firmly as you rode him slowly gliding up and down on his cock.
You ran your hands along his firm pectorals, tracing his nipples. Gradually you began to roll them between your thumbs and forefingers. He groaned, bucking his hips harder into you. You shifted your hips and leaned back slightly moaning as the new angle allowed you to reach that spot deep inside you once again, this time with his rock hard cock. His grip on your hips was bruising and you shuddered as you felt yourself approaching your own climax once again. He reached a hand up to tease your nipple once more. It was electric, pushing you closer to the edge. You threw your head back in response to the intoxicating sensation.
“Come with me Fives, can you do that for me?” You sounded desperate, and you certainly felt it.
“Kriff yes I can, cyare,” his thrusts into you were erratic as you both chased your second release.
“Inside me, Fives. I need you to fill me up.”
“Oh baby, I love you,” he gasped as you both crested the peak together riding out your synchronous waves of pleasure until you were both spent and nearly overstimulated.
You collapsed onto his chest, out of breath. He ran his fingers through your hair as he softly rubbed your back and delicately placed light kisses along your forehead. Even as you felt him softening inside of you, you weren’t ready to move and lose the feeling of wholeness and connection you felt to him.
You nuzzled your cheek into his chest, “Did you…did you mean it?”
“Did I mean what?” He asked drowsily.
“You said you love me. Did you mean it or was it just…”
“Yes, mesh’la. Of course I mean it. I am out of my mind in love with you, have been for some time. But, you don’t have to say-”
“I love you too.”
He pressed a firm chaste kiss to your lips.
“Did you still want to hit 79s tonight?” You asked as you pulled back.
“Kriff that. This is way better than that dive,” he chuckled, his amber eyes sparkling in the dim light of your room.
Unfortunately, the beeping of his comlink beckoned him. He grumbled as he shifted beneath you, both of you cursing the emptiness you were left with when you finally rolled off him. He moved to the edge of your bed, awash in the glow of the ambient light. You crawled to him, unwilling to keep your hands off of him for any extended period of time. You pressed yourself to his back, wrapping your arms around his neck while kissing his temple as he answered the comlink.
“This is Fives.”
“Fiiiiivesss! Brother! Where the kriff are you?” A very inebriated voice crackled through the comm.
“Jesse! I told you he isn’t gonna come! Well…he probably came. But not here!” A second voice broke through the background accompanied by a cacophony of laughter and music.
“Tell Hardcase I heard that and we will have words about it tomorrow,” Fives reprimanded while giving you an apologetic smile. “And there’s been a change in plans for me. I won’t be there tonight. I’ll see you back on base tomorrow.”
You heard a few annoyed grumbles and a couple of congratulatory cheers before Fives closed the link.
“You sure you don’t want to meet up with them?” you nudged, an impish twinkle in your eyes.
Fives laughed and shook his head, “No.They’ll live. Here. Alone with you. That’s where I want to be. It’s where I’ve wanted to be for a long time. I’m not wasting it now.”
You squealed with delight as he grabbed you and swung you into his lap.
“Besides, cyar’ika. I was hoping you could perform that dance you were doing earlier today for me. Only for me.” His eyes were dark with desire as his hold on your waist tightened.
“I think I can do that. Should I wear the heels I had on too?” You crooned.
He threw his head back with a huge grin, “Oh maker yes please. But…only the heels. I want to see every inch of you, and then I’m going to make you scream my name again.” He leaned in to kiss your neck, “and again.” And then another kiss, this time to your temple, “and again. Everyone in this building is going to know my name tomorrow morning.” You melted under his touch, desperate to feel him inside you once more.
“Keep that up and I won’t get around to that dance,” you teased through a lascivious sigh.
He growled, “In that case…” he helped you to your feet and gave you a light swat to your behind. “You get those shoes, beautiful and I’ll start the song.”
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Wrecker and his lady-love, Chori. She’s the daughter of a scrap-yard owning family that the Batch has frequented for spare parts on the Outer Rim.
She is bubbly, adorable, and completely fascinated with explosives! Chori & Wrecker hit it off immediately, and it wasn’t long before she ran away to be with him for good 🥰
Chori is all dressed up for an evening out with me and the girls, and our boy is giving her one more hug before she heads out, wishing her a fun time! 💚💕
(And yes, Wrecker is still rocking the crop-tops, and no he’s not sorry 😃)
(Also not sorry, we gave them the ship name “Checker” and they both LOVE it! 😀)
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