501st(+extra) Mando'a names! (Rex + Appo are here)
same as the last one, green names are canon from the Mando'a dictionary, yellow could probably be canon, orange is a little messy and red is mostly made-up combinations that are a little so-so
and like last time, I'm taking suggestions for better names if y'all have any!
C: Of course, Tech made inventions and with the help of Hunter's senses he grabbed a lot of material to make his own datapad and the one he currently uses because it was the most accurate and practical, and I took one of the many unused datapads.
C: Tech retrieved the information from that Datapad.
Crosshair enters your assignment code and searches through all the information. Omega knew she found that memory when she saw him form a wistful smile and then pass his device to her.
C: It was the first and last photo. After we took that picture, he told me that in a few rotations his lot would be transferred to another part of Tipoca City because like any other clone like him he would start doing simulations, after that he would graduate and… He would leave Kamino.
Summary: After seeing something he shouldn’t, Hawk uses a favor from his General to get the chance to live out one of his fantasies with you.
Word Count: 4.3k
Rating/Warnings: E, 18+ only!!!
Contains PiV sex, unprotected sex (remember to be safe IRL), biting, dirty talk, some praise kink, and a little dash of exhibitionism
A/N: Ahhh, I’m finally posting my first piece of smut here. I added a couple awkward/silly moments during the sex scene because I like it when sex scenes are a little more realistic. It’s not always hot and heavy, and sometimes you do something a lil’ embarrassing, but it’s all part of the experience. This actually turned out a lot softer for something that started out as pure sex, and I hope you enjoy it! <3
Mando’a Translations:
di’kut - idiot
vod - brother
cyare - beloved
~~~
“Can you two behave for one day of your lives?” Hawk sighed in exasperation. Axe and Kickback were at it again, roughhousing in the hallways as the three of them made their way back to their bunks for the night after a grueling shift. He wasn’t sure what started it, probably something stupid, but he was in no mood to deal with it right now.
“No can do, boss.” Kickback quipped as he dodged Axe’s elbow.
“Yeah! Besides this is about honor- ow!” Axe yelped as Kickback stomped on his foot. “That hurt, di’kut.” He grumbled as he hopped on one foot until the pain lessened.
“It was supposed to, di’kut.” Kickback taunted, starting to run down the hallway before his vod could retaliate.
Only, instead of running down the hallway he collided right into Hawk’s back with an oof. He was about to ask why his brother had stopped walking, when he saw the expression of pure shock on his face. Kickback turned to look at what Hawk was looking at, only to lock eyes with General Skywalker, still wrapped up in the arms of Padmé Amidala. Senator Padmé Amidala.
“Hey what’s the hold… up…?” Axe’s question died in his throat as he too saw what had frozen his brothers in place.
The five of them stared at each other like a bunch of deer trapped in headlights, the clones trying to look anywhere else besides the bright hickies that trailed up the side of General Skywalker’s neck.
Hawk gurgled something, the words sticking in his throat as he swallowed hard. But really, what was there to say. He’d just caught his General and the Senator sucking face in the middle of the night. There was nothing in his training that prepared him for anything like this.
Luckily, Kickback was quick to recover, and assured the General with a wink, “We didn’t see anything, sir.” Hawk didn’t fight it as he felt Kickback tug on his collar, yanking him along as they tried to make a speedy retreat.
They hadn’t made it two steps before he heard General Skywalker’s voice ring out through the empty hallway. “Wait.”
Each of them flinched as they turned back to their General, preparing for the worst. Skywalker’s hands clenched and unclenched as he took stock of the clone troopers in front of him. “You can’t tell anyone about this. Ever.”
“Ani,” Padmé soothed, placing a hand on the man’s shoulder. Hawk cringed inwardly hearing the endearing nickname. Not that it was particularly bad - his own girlfriend had much more embarrassing pet names for him - but it made everything all that much more real, more undeniable. Hawk wished he could just forget this whole night, and suddenly envied the droids’ ability to get their memories wiped.
Once General Skywalker’s jaw had unclenched somewhat, Padmé turned to address the clones. “I’m sure we can work out a little compromise, here. Is there anything we- he could offer you as incentive to keep quiet about this?”
Ah, Padmé, always the diplomat. Hawk hadn’t really interacted with the Senator that much, only a passing word here or there during the few times they’d flown together, but he respected her. She was always kind to the soldiers, and had done much to champion the clone’s cause in the Senate. He’d always felt she could have gone further, but that was neither here nor there.
He could have pointed out that a bribe wasn’t necessary, that he’d rather face down a squadron of vulture droids in a malfunctioning starship than tell anyone about this. But at the same time, he wasn’t about to pass up any favors.
In fact, he had one in mind already.
~~~
“Hawk,” You giggled as your boyfriend led you somewhere, his hands covering your eyes as his lips trailed up your neck, kissing and nipping until you couldn’t take it anymore. “Where are you taking me?”
“It’s a surprise~” He teased, leaving one last heated kiss behind your ear. You walked a few more steps before he stopped the both of you and announced, “Okay, you can open your eyes.”
You pulled his hands down excitedly, only to blink in surprise as you looked around a hangar bay on the Resolute. In front of you was some sort of starship. You should have known the name with how much Hawk liked to talk about the various spacecraft he flew, but you had no idea. “It’s… a starfighter?”
“Not just any starfighter, a brand new ARC-170, complete with all the bells and whistles,” someone informed you. You whipped your head in the direction of the voice, only to find it belonged to General Skywalker. He had just turned the corner with Axe and Kickback hot on his heels.
What?
Hawk must have sensed your confusion as he explained, “The General owed us a little favor and I used it so I could bring you on a little joy ride tonight. You’ve always said you wanted to go flying with me.”
“Really?!” You rotated in Hawk’s arms to face him, to see if he was playing a joke on you. It had only been your biggest fantasies to go flying with him, especially if you got to do dirty things with him in the cockpit. Your mind raced through the possibilities - maybe you could suck him off while he was flying, or something equally naughty - when you zeroed in on something Hawk just said. “How’d you manage to get a favor like this from the General?” you asked, batting your eyes up at your boyfriend.
You missed the way General Skywalker froze in place, his face draining of all color. Hawk saw it though, and racked his brian for a good excuse. But between the dirty fantasies in his head and the way you were looking at him, he couldn’t come up with anything good, his brain turned to mush.
Fortunately, Kickback, quick as ever, saved them all. “We beat him in a round of Sabacc. With no credits to bet, we play for favors instead.”
Skywalker visibly relaxed, recovering enough to add, “I had a shit hand. I’ll beat you next time though.”
“Suuuuure you will,” Kickback teased, nudging General Skywalker playfully with his shoulder.
“Alright, well you crazy kids better get going. I’ll need you back in around an hour, though. I don’t need Rex getting any more suspicious than he already is.” Skywalker informed you. Hawk agreed. Rex had picked up on the extremely awkward vibes between the pilots and their General in the meeting earlier today, none of them able to meet the other’s eyes as they were given their assignments for the day.
“Understood, sir,” Hawk saluted, the others following suit soon after.
~~~
It felt like twenty minutes later when you were finally suited up and ready for takeoff. You’d complained as Hawk handed you gear to put on, did you really need to wear a flight suit and life support systems for a quick trip, but that had earned you a lecture about proper starcraft safety, so you begrudgingly donned it all. Hawk, probably taking pity on you, gave you his helmet to wear and put a spare one on himself. He knew how much you liked wearing his helmet and it put you in a good mood immediately.
Hawk swung a leg into the cockpit of the starfighter, grabbing you around the waist to lift you in with him, settling you on his lap. The cockpit was snug. Really snug, and you were doing mental calculations to see if it would still be possible to give him a blowjob in the cramped space as he went through his pre-flight routines. You clicked back to attention as he started to explain each step, lingering on each word as he explained what every button and switch did. You didn’t follow half of what he was saying, but boy oh boy did he sound sexy, speaking so confidently about everything. You squeezed your thighs together, his competence making your pussy throb.
“Ready?” Hawk asked as he clicked off the comms after finishing his conversation with Axe and Kickback. You half wondered what the two of them were getting out of this arrangement. It wasn’t like they had girlfriends to show off to. Maybe it was just for the chance to relax and go for a joy ride without having to worry about getting shot.
Either way, you were more than ready to get this show on the road. “Ready! Can I fly?”
“Not right now. I’ll be the one to fly it in and out of the hangar, but I’ll let you have the controls when we’re out in open space. Less things there you can crash into.”
You pouted as the engine hummed to life, making the whole ship vibrate slightly under you. “I wouldn’t crash!”
“Uh-huh,” Hawk said, doubt coloring his tone as he took the controls and started piloting the ship out of the hangar. He met up with Axe and Kickback as soon as they were clear, and the three craft started flying in formation as they sped away from the Resolute. “Just like you didn’t crash into anything in that flight simulator.”
You scoffed. Of course he’d bring up that disaster right now. “I only crashed because you were distracting me!” How was a girl supposed to focus on piloting when her man was rubbing up on her so sweetly?
“You think I won’t be distracting you now?” Hawk whispered lowly in your ear, one hand temporarily leaving the controls to squeeze your upper thigh. It seemed like he had similar ideas for how this night was going to play out, not that you were complaining.
“Focus on your piloting, flyboy,” you huffed at him, earning you a laugh as you settled back against him, taking in the spectacular view of the stars streaking by you.
~~~
You had been all talk during takeoff, but now that you were staring down at the controls, you were starting to get nervous. Hawk had flown the ship out to a desolate part of space after breaking off from his brothers, leaving them to their own devices with the promise to meet up again later. He’d offered you the controls then, and you’d just spent the last minute staring at it blankly, unsure of what to actually do.
“Don’t be nervous,” Hawk soothed, nuzzling his face into your neck. “I can help you if you need.”
“Yes, please,” you responded, and he wrapped his large hand around your own, guiding it to the control stick, showing you exactly how to hold it.
“Wrap your fingers around it just like that, good girl.” He purred in your ear. He shifted in his seat, sitting up straighter to push you closer to the controls. The movement had the added effect of pushing his hips up against your ass. You could feel his half-hard cock grind against you, and that combined with his words of praise sent your mind reeling.
“Now just give it a good squeeze, baby.” He instructed you, his other hand finding its way back to your thigh, fingers splayed out and thumb stroking the sensitive inside, just a few inches from where you really wanted him.
You did as he said and the starship jolted forward. Instinctively, you let go of the trigger and the ship lurched to a halt. Before he could say anything, you tried again, this time squeezing the trigger slowly enough for the ship to accelerate smoothly.
Hawk squeezed your thigh. “That’s it, cyare. Good job.” You preened under his praise, feeling comfortable enough to speed the ship up. A manic laugh burbled out of you as you realized you were doing it. You were really flying a starship right now! Now that you were experiencing it for real, you understood why he always said he felt the most free when he was flying.
Tentatively, you moved the controls to the left and then the right, the two of you bumping into each other as the ship arced through space. Hawk laughed at your antics. “I’ll let you get used to the controls and then I’ll teach you a trick.”
For the next several minutes you played around with the controls, Hawk chiming in every so often with some advice in the form of a double entendre. He knew what he was doing when he told you to put your wrist into it, complete with a squeeze of your thighs with his own. Two could play at that game, though, and you started to wiggle your hips against his, reveling in the feel of his cock hardening beneath you. His hand had found its way to your breast, palming you through the thick material of the flight suit as he pressed his helmet to your shoulder to mimic a kiss.
Maybe it was because of all the equipment between you - Maker knows you wouldn’t be able to resist the feel of his lips on your skin - but you managed to keep yourself focused even as he did everything he could to distract you, just as promised.
“Can-” you started, trying to find your voice amongst the haze of lust clouding your brain at the moment. “Can you teach me that trick you mentioned?”
“‘Course, love.” His voice too was slurred. No doubt he was feeling just as needy as you did at the moment. “Now this is how you do a barrel roll.”
He took the controls and demonstrated it for you. The sensation made your stomach do a flip, but you weren’t sure if you could entirely blame that on the flying. You copied what he showed you and executed your own, albeit sloppy, barrel roll, spinning the opposite direction he did.
Once you were back upright, you slowly released the controls, allowing the ship to drift to a halt. You knew Hawk was waiting for you to beg him before doing anything naughty. You too had been trying to get him to break first, but there was only so much you could take.
“Hawk, please,” you whined at him, grinding back against his erection.
He groaned softly, the sound turning metallic as it filtered through his helmet’s vocoder. “Baby, I-” He stuttered, his hand sliding up to the apex of your thighs, fingers pressing along the seam of your pants. You ground back against his hand with a needy moan. You didn’t care how desperate you looked anymore, you just wanted him. “Give me a second. I w-want to give us a good backdrop for this.”
One of his hands fumbled for the controls, and he turned the ship around and started speeding towards something with a desperation that matched your own. You had no idea what it was, since you had turned around in the seat to straddle him, giving yourself a better angle to grid your clit directly against his erection.
Hawk’s free hand fumbled with the zipper to your flight suit, as he split his focus between flying and undressing you.
“Aren’t we supposed to keep this on? Y’know for safety purposes?” You asked breathily as he started pushing the sleeves down your arms. It’s not that you were opposed to undressing - you were all for that, actually - you just didn’t want to die in the cold void of space.
“I may have exaggerated a bit, babe,” he said, the sheepishness in his voice clear even through the helmet. You must have been giving him a look, one that he read loud and clear through your helmet, because he continued, “I just wanted to see you in my gear! Always thought you’d look so hot in it, and I was right. Can you blame a man for that?”
Part of you wanted to tease him more about it, but the desperation in his voice was doing things to you. “I’ll forgive you under one condition,” you told him, leaning close and wrapping your hand around his neck, just tight enough to tantalize without hurting him. You could feel his Adam’s apple bob under your palm when he swallowed.
“Anything,” he whispered. You tugged his helmet off with your other hand, letting it fall to the floor with a thunk. Hawk’s face was flushed, eyes blown wide and lips parted slightly, looking up at you like you were the most beautiful creature in the world. If he could see your face, he’d know you wore the same expression on your’s.
You tipped your helmet up just enough to uncover your lips, pressing them to his sweetly before pulling back and telling him, “I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight for the next week.”
Hawk moaned at your words. You weren’t the best at dirty talk, but the situation you found yourself in had you feeling some kind of way. It was enough to get you out of your own head and soon a stream of filthy praises were spilling from your lips with ease. The next few minutes were spent teasing each other as you both shucked off your clothes. Hawk had an easier time, since the flight suits were made with men in mind and all he had to do was pull his fly down enough to free his straining cock. You, on the other hand, ended up needing to pull your’s down to your ankles, which was quite the process in the cramped little cockpit.
When you had both undressed enough, you remanuvered yourself into position so you were once again straddling his lap. You stroked him a few times, drops of precum dribbling down your fingers, before you lined him up with your entrance. You both moaned brokenly as you sunk down on his length. He was the perfect size in your opinion, just thick and long enough to fill you without it being painful, and it didn’t take long for you to get used to the stretch.
The problem arose when you tried to move, your knees bumping into sharp edges of machinery each time you brought your hips up.
“Here, let me try,” Hawk said, his hands coming up to grip your thighs so he could move you up and down on his cock. Still, no matter which way he angled you, your knees would still hit something.
Hawk laughed ruefully as he pulled out of you. “This may be one of those fantasies that don’t work out so well in reality… like sex in the shower.”
Nope. You wouldn’t stand for that. Having sex with him in the cockpit of a starfighter had been one of your ultimate fantasies since forever. There was no way you were giving up so easily.
“What if we try a different position…?” You trailed off as you very unsexily twisted around in the seat, elbowing him in the face a few times before finally flopping back against him, your back pressed against his chest once again. You broke out into a fit of giggles as you sat there with your eyes closed, catching your breath after what felt like a long workout. “Sorry, that wasn’t very sexy of me.”
He joined in on your laughter. “Everything you do is sexy to me. Even when I have to take an elbow to the face.” You smiled against the side of his neck. He always knew how to make you feel better.
You opened your eyes and were about to say something cheeky when you finally registered the view outside. He’d ‘parked’ you in front of a beautiful nebula, the colorful clouds of dust bathing the cockpit in shades of yellow and pink and violet. It was beautiful.
“Woah,” you gasped, turning back to him with incredulous eyes.
He flashed a crooked grin your way. “Thought we could use some mood lighting.”
“You’re such a nerd,” you shot back at him, unable to keep the smile out of your voice. You melted against him as he pressed his lips to your temple, and for a few minutes the two of you sat in silence, basking in the breathtaking view and each other. Finally, you flicked your eyes up to him and asked, “Ready to try again?”
You already knew his answer, his hard cock stuck between the two of you. “Always ready, cyare.” He paused for a second before adding, “Can I record us with my helmet. Y’know, for those lonely nights without you.”
You were already taking his helmet off and placing it on the dashboard, but you still said, “Only if you share it with me.”
Hawk growled at your words, grabbing your thighs once again and lifted you back onto his cock. You sunk down his length, your pussy so wet by now that a squelching sound rang out through the cockpit. You felt the tips of your ears heat at the realization, throwing your head back and brokenly moaning, “Fuuuck~”
His lips latched onto the side of your neck, sucking a dark bruise there as he lifted you, until just the tip was inside you, before letting you sink back down again. He set a steady pace, not too fast, thrusting up into you each time, grinding deep up into you, his pelvis flush with yours. You’d never tried this position before, and the angle had him hitting places you didn’t even know existed. Each thrust ripped a needy moan out of you, made your toes curl, and you wrapped your arm around the back of his head, knitting your fingers in his hair, desperate for anything to hold onto as your pleasure mounted.
“Fuck, baby. Do you jerk off to me when- when we’re apart?” You asked, hiccuping in the middle due to a particularly hard thrust that had you seeing stars.
“A-always, baby. Hate being away from you. Hate not being able to feel this tight pussy squeeze me like this.” As if on cue, your walls clenched around him, squeezing him like a vice as you neared your climax.
“I do too,” you confessed between heaving breaths, “Can never stop thinking about your fat cock- ah!” You couldn’t finish the thought, your orgasm finally washing over you, your body seizing up as pleasure overtook you.
Only your leg jerked up and your knee (curse them) collided with a button on the dashboard. Hawk quickly pressed it again quickly, but the damage was already done and Kickback was responding to your accidental comm.
“Everything okay with you two lovebirds?” he asked in a sing-song voice. You clapped your hand over your mouth to muffle your scream as you gushed around Hawk, eyes rolling back in your head.
“All good, here. Just an a-acci-dent,” Hawk choked out, failing miserably at sounding nonchalant. Luckily for you both, Kickback was wise enough to not press the issue further.
Hawk, however, was seemingly spurred on by your confession and almost getting caught. He looped his elbows underneath your knees and braced his hands behind your head as he started thrusting up into you with fervor. All you could do was hold on for the ride, keening as his teeth scraped along the nape of your neck, his thighs flexing under you.
He was so close, you could tell by the way he twitched inside of you, he just needed the last push to send him over the edge, and you knew just what to say. “Did it turn you on, almost getting caught by your brother? What would you do if he could see this, see how good you’re fucking me-”
You were once again cut off as he came with a strangled moan, his hips jerking up into you as your tight pussy milked him dry. He gave a half dozen more thrusts before sagging back against the seat, his panting mixing with your own.
The two of you sat there in silence, his cock softening inside you as you both caught your breath and appreciated the view.
You were the first to break the silence. “I love you, Hawk,” you whispered. You’d never said it before but it just felt like the right thing to do in the moment.
“I love you too,” he told you softly, turning your head just enough so he could kiss you.
~~~
Rex paced around the empty hangar bay. Hawk, Axe, and Kickback were just supposed to be on a routine recon mission, but they’d been gone for almost two hours now. Had they run into any Separatists? We’re their ships malfunctioning? He couldn’t help but worry as his mind ran away with the possibilities.
He’d had a bad feeling about this mission ever since this morning. Something had been off as General Skywalker gave them their assignment. Maybe it had been the way none of them complained about getting the night patrol. Maybe it was the way none of them could look each other in the eyes or how even the unflappable Axe had come off as awkward and shaky. Whatever it was, Rex had enough experience between Five’s and Hardcase’s antics to know when something was up, and he was going to get to the bottom of it.
He stood with his hands on his hips as the three starships finally pulled back into the hangar bay. He was preparing a lecture when he saw you climbing out of Hawk’s lap, the both of you looking disheveled. Between your flushed faces and the hickies trailing down your neck, it didn’t take a genius to piece out what had happened. Rex felt his ears go hot and was incredibly thankful for the privacy of his helmet.
As your group departed the starfighters, you all froze as you saw Rex standing there with his hands on his hips.
“We can explain-” Kickback started, but broke off when Rex held up a hand.
“Save it. I didn’t see anything,” Rex told them. He’d learned early on from his time with Skywalker when to not ask questions.
