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Mesh'la

At first, all you could hear was your own heart thumping in your ears. But then you realized beyond that, there was a low, gentle chuckle...

Boba Fett x fem!virgin!reader | 2.6k words

Content: spice [18+ only], virginity, kissing, fondling/groping, quick and passionate, fingering, PIV, cursing, friends to maaaybe lovers

From this request about reader asking their best friend to be their first. Start there for context or check out other character options.

[18+ only below the cut, please and thank you]

Boba reached over and took your chin between his fingers, gently guiding you to look back at him. His face, once stoic and serious, was now reshaped into one of amusement.

"Mesh'la," he crooned in his low timbre. "You don't need to be shy with me."

His fingers remained on your chin, stroking along the side of your jaw softly. Your heart was racing wildly, completely unprepared for this kind of response to your proposition.

"You... you're not... upset?" you questioned.

He chuckled again, finally bringing his hand back down.

"I'm a little surprised. But upset? Far from it."

Your breathing came easier, though your heart was still unable to be controlled. You hadn't ruined things with him. And further, he seemed to be open to the idea. Into it, even.

He rested his other hand on the dock next to you and leaned far enough in that you could smell blaster residue wafting off his clothes.

"I'm glad you trust me," he said, returning to a lower register that sent chills across your skin. "Not many do."

"Not many know you," you were quick to defend.

Boba smirked and made a low hum, as if he didn't quite believe you but wasn't willing to argue. Sometimes you struggled to help your friend see himself as good.

Instead of pursuing that line of conversation, he instead turned back to the matter at hand. You blushed as you realized he was looking at the exposed skin of your shoulders.

"So, just to make sure I understand," he said. "You're wanting to have sex with me?"

Even though that was exactly what you wanted, you still felt bashful hearing him say it. You nodded quickly.

He brought his hand up and it hovered by your arm. "So I have permission to touch you?"

"Yes," you breathed out. As soon as you did, the backs of his fingers started brushing along your skin tenderly.

"To kiss you?" He said as he leaned further in, his lips mere centimeters away from where his fingers were caressing your arm.

"Yes," you whispered again, and relished the contact his lips finally made against you.

He gave a few feather-light kisses up to your shoulder before speaking again.

"To enjoy you?"

You sucked in a breath, caught off guard by the phrasing. He pulled back at your hesitancy and questioned you with his eyes.

"You don't have to... I mean, I know I'm not... you know... you've been with others...." You couldn't find the right words to explain your sudden self-consciousness.

But Boba was shaking his head, able to gather your meaning regardless of your inability to express it properly. "Don't sell yourself short, mesh'la. In another life, if we'd met differently... say, at a cantina, instead of a jail cell... I would've taken you home."

You were flattered, undoubtedly. You knew his type, the sort of people he went for when he was looking for a good time. You'd never considered yourself in their league, so to hear him say otherwise now meant a lot. But you also couldn't help but laugh a little at the scene playing out in your head.

"Unfortunately, I wouldn't have let you though," you admitted.

"I know," Boba smiled in agreement. "You would've needed to trust me first."

You nodded, grateful he understood you so well. You shouldn't have worried as much as you did about this proposition of yours. Boba was your best friend for a reason; he'd take care of you in any way you asked.

He brought both of his hands up now and combed some of your hair back before taking your face gently between them.

"Do you want this or not?"

"I... um... right now? Here?"

"I don't see anyone around." He pretended to look about, but it was dark and the lake was shrouded by trees. "And if someone happens to wander this far, they'll get a nice show."

You blushed again at his boldness.

"Besides," he continued, "I thought you were tired of waiting."

You had to relent at that. "I am..."

"Then relax," he husked, smoothing your hair back again and grasping your head more firmly. "Let me do this for you."

A short nod from you was all he needed. His mouth met yours firmly, pleasantly. As your lips melded together, he brought his arm around your back and guided you to lay down under him. You didn't even mind the hardness of the deck, not when he was kissing you like this. Like you'd always wanted to be kissed.

His mouth quickly moved from your lips to your jaw to your neck. His hands were roaming freely as well, first squeezing at your sides, and then tangling in your hair. 

"Boba," you breathed out in pleasure. The goosebumps along your skin settled into warm and pleasant tingling.

"Mesh'la," he breathed back.

He pulled his lips off you for the two seconds it took to get his shirt off and then they latched back on. He was like a man starved, couldn't get enough. You briefly wondered what that meant... was he was putting on a show to make your first time feel good? Or was he genuinely enjoying you?

Your own shirt quickly followed, and Boba let out a deep groan as he took in your bare chest. His lips soon followed the path of his gaze, kissing and sucking every inch and working you up into a blushing mess in the process.

"Boba..."

It was the only word you knew now. And you two hadn't even gone that far yet.

Pants were the next to come flying off, and after several more moments of basking, groping, and kissing, then it was underwear. You were fully bared to each other now. The breeze, picking up the coolness of the water surrounding you, was a nice contrast to the heat coursing beneath your skin. You'd swear you were losing your mind at the all the sensations you were feeling all at once.

"I've got you, Mesh'la," Boba said, suddenly sliding his arm underneath you again and lifting you up. He maneuvered you so were straddling his lap. A very distinct shape, warm and leaking, was pressed against your folds and you gasped at the contact.

"Not yet," said Boba, pecking your lips quickly as his hands rubbed up and down on the tops of your thighs. "Got to prep you first."

You vaguely knew what he meant, but your neediness was growing. This was it, you were finally getting what you wanted, with someone you trusted and cared for so deeply. You couldn't wait any longer. You needed him.

You tried shifting your hips to feel more of him, but he stopped you. You whined and he laughed.

"Trust me, Mesh'la," he said as his mouth found your skin once more. "Soon enough."

As he suckled against your neck again, his hands started making their way from your thighs into your center. You whimpered at the touch of his thumb against your clit and your hips seemed to jerk of their own accord. This was wonderful. Better than any fantasy you could've conjured up for yourself.

"So good for me," Boba was saying into your neck as a digit slipped inside your heat. He helped your hips rock against him and find a rhythm that had you panting. "So good...."

You were arriving at a place you'd never been before, and though it was foreign, you knew instinctually what it was. You forced your hips to slow to a stop and tried to get your breathing under control.

"What's wrong?" Boba immediately detached from your neck and looked up at you. "Am I hurting you?"

"I... want you," you managed to get out.

His worry was immediately replaced with another amused smirk.

"And you'll have me, Mesh'la. But I want you to come like this first." He accentuated the word by pushing in a second finger, making you gasp out in pleasure. "It'll help make the second easier."

"But I don't know if I can... a second time," you rasped, still proceeding to rock yourself on him again. You couldn't help it. It just felt too damn good.

"Doubting my abilities?" he asked in mock offense while he continued to stroke inside you, hooking gently in just the right place.

You shook your head, eyes squinted shut as you tried to find your words amidst the heated sensations across your body. "No, doubting mine..."

Boba only hummed and kept working you, eventually adding a third finger and helping you adjust to the extra stretch. You were again approaching that strange but recognizable place of no return. You decided to trust him and lean into it, rocking harder as he crooked his fingers more firmly within you.

"Fuck," you couldn't help but call out into the night. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you finally reached orgasm.

"Good girl... good girl," Boba was coaxing you along, his voice low and sultry against your ear. "That's it. Such a good girl. So sweet. So beautiful."

He was blabbering now and you couldn't stop moving. There was still something coursing through you, not quite as intense as before, but you knew you needed to chase it quickly before it disappeared. You looked at him with desperation in your eyes and was surprised to see his were dark with a lust of his own.

He was swift as he removed his fingers and flipped you back around to lay against the wood of the dock. You only had a moment to admire the sight of his cock flush against his stomach before he got close to you again.

"Ready, Mesh'la?" His voice was as raspy as yours, full of a desire you'd only ever dreamt of someone feeling for you. You nodded frantically, needing him inside before exhaustion overcame you.

He pushed in halfway with a groan, careful to let you adjust to his size before continuing. He was all blubbering words along the way.

"You are so beautiful like this."

"Such a good girl..."

"I've wanted you for so long."

"You are perfect."

Your mind wasn't really comprehending any of it, only taking his words as encouragement to press yourself to him, rock until he was fully inside, run your hands along every inch of his skin, breathe him in like he was always meant to be a part of you.

"Oh Boba."

He pulled himself out slowly but then pushed right back in, and that kicked off the rapid pace you'd enjoy together. He let his weight lay against you enough to create the friction you needed to break once more, this one intense but short lived. You stopped breathing for the few moments it lasted.

"Where?" you heard him croak through a groan as you found your breath again. You shook your head, unsure what he meant.

He gave another groan and then lifted himself off you, pulling out so quickly it took you a few seconds to even miss his heat. His member was in his squeezing hands and his spend spurted onto the deck next to your thigh. Your mind was still reeling but you could at least appreciate the beauty of the sight before you: Boba Fett, eyes shut, body bare, mouth forming a silent prayer... basking in a similar feeling to the one he had brought you to just now.

When he finished, he sat back on his haunches with a sigh, looking up at the stars for a moment before training his eyes back down to your panting form beneath him. A faint smile lit across his features, an even more beautiful sight than what you'd witnessed before.

"Well?" he asked.

You smiled back. "Amazing," you said quietly, barely audible. "Thank you."

He chuckled as he leaned over you, resting on one arm while his opposite hand smoothed your hair back.

"Good. First time's can be... weird." He chuckled again, and you got the sense he was probably thinking back on his own first. You'd have to ask him about it later, when you weren't as tired. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

You shook your head. "I don't think so."

"Sore?"

"Um..." you shifted, testing out your body, which still felt flushed and buzzing. "Maybe a little."

Boba hummed. "Best take it easy the rest of the night. Come, I'll help you get dressed."

"Oh," you found yourself saying as you let him help you sit up. It was over then. So soon.

That familiar chuckle returned. "Were you wanting cuddles?"

Your eyes flitted about. You weren't sure what you were wanting now. You hadn't thought beyond the one step of losing your virginity.

"It's alright if you do," he said, tapping your legs to bring your attention back. He had your panties at the ready to slip back on. "I usually don't offer but I'll make an exception for you. Give you the full experience."

You let him dress you, all the while mulling over his words. And not just the offer to snuggle, but the ones that were coming back to you from before, within the throes of pleasure. That you were perfect. That he had been wanting you. Were those mere words? Did he say them to everyone he was with? Did everyone say them in these moments, regardless of their truth?

"What?" he questioned your silence as he then started gathering his own clothes.

"Did you mean what you said? About wanting me?"

He froze with his shirt only halfway on his torso. He looked off into the distance and you panicked.

"It's okay if you didn't. I just wasn't sure what you're supposed to say during... everything... if it's supposed to be things you really feel or things to help the other person feel... Either way is fine, I just want to be sure...."

Boba slowly pulled the rest of his shirt down. He had a slight frown as he considered his words and knelt beside you.

"I don't think there's anything that's supposed to be said," he replied slowly. His eyes flicked to yours and held a sort of wariness in them. "For me, when I'm only looking for a good time, I stick to the simple stuff."

You nodded even though you weren't sure what he was getting at.

"You said you weren't looking for love," he continued, still choosing his words carefully. He lowered himself into a seated position and stared out at the water. "And I have no right to ask for that, either. But... I need you to know this wasn't just a good time for me. I care about you, mesh'la. Whatever you want, I'm happy to give it."

Now you felt closer to the truth. You scooted yourself closer and met his dark brown eyes with softness.

"What about what you want? You're my friend too. And I don't want to take advantage. If there's more that you want..."

Boba shook his head, his shoulders tensing a bit. "Let's... let's just take this one step at a time. We don't need to start making decisions like that right now. I just had an incredible orgasm a minute ago, for kriff's sake, I'm not exactly in the best frame of mind for this."

He laughed nervously and you relented. You knew he shied away from commitment, that tying himself to other people was terrifying to him. It had taken him long enough to become your friend. If there was anything more you could be, that would take time, too. Besides, you weren't even sure what you wanted in that regard just yet.

"Well," you offered in reassurance, "As long as we're still friends, and I get my cuddles, then I'm good for now."

He rolled his eyes playfully and hoisted himself back on his knees.

"Anything for you, mesh'la."

He scooped you up, chuckling along with you as he carried you back to the ship for some much needed rest.

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Cyare

The silence continued, save for the gentle lapping of water against the dock below. You felt your stomach twisting and tears brimming along your eyes...

Din Djarin x fem!virgin!reader | 2.9k words

Content: spice [18+ only], virginity, awkwardness, kissing, groping, riding, sensual, PIV, darkness, cursing, friends to probably lovers

From this request about reader asking their best friend to be their first. Start there for context or check out other character options.

[18+ only below the cut, please and thank you]

"It's okay," you whispered, unable to stand the silence that so clearly indicated you'd ruined everything. "Just thought I'd give it a shot. Let's forget all about this. Please."

You tried to discreetly wipe away the dampness in your eyes as you made to stand up, but a firm hand grasped your arm, keeping you in place. You turned in surprise to look at Din.

"No, wait," he said hurriedly. "That's not... I don't... um..."

It would've been impossible to know what he felt with his helmet hiding everything, had you not come to know him so well. You knew how to look for other signs to show his true feelings, like how he held his shoulders or the cadence of his breathing or even the pitch of his voice. From your quick, desperate scan of him now, you determined he wasn't actually offended or put off by your proposition. No, he was simply... nervous.

He cleared his throat and tried to get his words out better than before. "I don't have a lot of experience," he said slowly. "But if you trust me, then I'll do this for you."

You tried not to let his words excite you too much yet, first wanting to make sure he wasn't feeling coerced.

"Din," you said, turning so one of your legs curled up onto the dock and your shoulders faced him squarely. "I don't want you to say yes because you feel you have to. This sort of thing means different things to different people, and I'd never want you to put aside your boundaries--"

"It's okay, Cyare," he said, using the endearing nickname he only broke out for you every so often, usually when he was reprimanding you, but right now it sounded much more out of affection. "I know. And no boundaries are being crossed here, I promise. I care about you. Let me do this for you."

You forced down an anxious swallow and nodded in assurance. Another silence fell between you.

"Um..." you cleared your throat, scooting just a tad closer. You'd been hoping he would've taken the lead from here. You didn't have the first clue how to initiate something like this, especially given the circumstance. It wasn't like you were in some steamy holo-film throwing yourself at a lover.

"Oh," Din reacted, seemingly surprised. "Were... you were wanting to... right now?"

You tried not to let your chest deflate. "Um, well, kinda. Yeah. I mean, if it's alright with you, I'd rather not have to go through any awkward days waiting for a specific time."

Din's helmet turned as he surveyed the surrounding area. "You want to lose your virginity outside on a hard wooden deck?"

You could hear the faintest of teasing in his voice and knew that whatever previous awkwardness had been felt during your conversation was done with. You were back to being friends, two people who cared for and trusted each other, and who knew how to have a bit of fun.

You feigned a scoff. "Okay, Mr. Judgey. Where do you propose we go then?"

"The ship," he shrugged.

"That's not exactly a softer alternative," you laughed.

He twisted back to look at his ship, tucked away behind some trees just a short distance away. After a beat, he stood up. "Give me a few minutes," he said, holding his hand out to you to stay put. "Then you can come and we'll... yeah."

He hastened off, leaving you blinking in response before you settled back on your elbows to wait. You weren't sure what he was up to, but knowing Din, he'd be working hard at it. Your emotions swirled as you waited, shifting from giddiness to nervousness to impatience. You weren't sure how many minutes he needed, but after counting down a few of them, you finally hoisted yourself up and marched off toward Razor Crest.

You didn't know what you had been expecting, but it sure was incredible what your Mandalorian friend could accomplish in such a short amount of time. Every blanket, cloak, and mat he owned had been laid out across the floor, making the otherwise sharp and dungy interior of Razor Crest look just a bit more comfortable. Both of your bedrolls had been taken out of their bunks and were placed in the center of it all. Where the main action would happen, you assumed.

The lights were also dimmed, so it wasn't too jarring to come in from the darkness of the outdoors. Din had his back turned as you entered, carefully placing your pillow on the floor next to his. He had his boots and most of his armor off, save for his helmet of course. You still couldn't see any of his skin; he left his gloves and socks on, and the cowl of his cloak was tucked neatly up into his helmet. You wondered if he would bare anything.

"Wow," you whispered, not wanting to scare him. He turned and offered you his hand, guiding you further in. "This is... really nice, Din."

You gave him a sweet smile as you both sat down next to each other on the bedrolls. This was it. The moment you'd been wanting. You were a mixture of nerves and excitement.

"Do you... know what you like?" he asked you.

You shook your head. "Not really. I've only ever... well, you know... on my own... a few times."

"And? What got you going those times?" His voice was low, soft, almost.

"Um. I don't know. I didn't really know what I was doing. I just... kinda... rubbed a lot?" You let out a shaky laugh, looking down at the blanketed floor between you. "I'm sorry, this is kinda weird, talking about these things with you."

His thigh moved into your view as he scooted closer, mere inches away from you now. You made yourself look back up at him. You could see your reflection in his helmet.

"It's okay. That's a good starting point."

His hands were at your waist, guiding you to move toward him. Instinctually, your legs spread and within a few moments, you were straddled over his lap. Your face instantly heat up as you realized only a few thin bits of fabric were now between your sex and his.

His hands gently tugged at your hips until you got the hint to start moving them. Back and forth, slowly but firmly, creating a pleasant rhythm of friction between your bodies. His knees came up behind you, creating a support for your back, and you grasped onto the tops of his shoulders to steady yourself.

"How does that feel?" he asked. If you didn't have your heartbeat hammering so loudly in your ears, you would've picked up on the strain in his voice. Though, you didn't necessarily need that clue to know how your movements were affecting him. There was an obvious erection that was growing between your legs the longer you went on.

"Good," you breathed. But that's all it was; just good. "Maybe you could... touch me?"

"Where?" he didn't hesitate to ask, causing you to flush all over again. His deference was kind of hot, you realized. It was starting to embolden you. That, or the impatient pull you were starting to feel down below.

You took hold of his hands, intending to place them where you wanted them, but decided another step needed to be taken first. Still moving your hips, you pulled off Din's gloves. One finger at a time. When one hand was freed, you moved it to snake under your shirt and rest on your breast. He squeezed it gently as you removed the glove from the other hand and brought that one in to join.

He continued to squeeze in time with the movement of your hips. For a short while, that added to your pleasure, causing you to close your eyes and focus on the sensations of his skin against yours, his body beneath yours.

But eventually, you needed more than that too. And your legs were starting to grow sore in this position. Din seemed to sense you slowing down and moved his hands to splay against your back, bringing you closer until your forehead rested against his helmet. You silently cursed the dimness of the lights; you were sure you could have seen his eyes through the helmet if they had been brighter.

"Lay down, Cyare," he instructed softly, helping you dismount and settle onto your side, away from him. "Do you mind if I turn off the lights?"

"Sure," you whispered. It was already so dim, but with the lights completely out, you felt your other senses become more heightened. Din's body saddled up behind yours, pressing into you sensuously while the skin of his fingers rubbed up and down on your arm. He was so warm against you, a part of you wanted to just curl up into him and drift off to sleep. You could smell his cologne; you had never noticed him wearing a scent before, and wondered if you hadn't been paying attention or if he'd put some on just for tonight.

And then the strangest sensation of all: breath fanning across the back of your neck. You gasped in surprise, before wet lips planted themselves on your skin.

"Is this okay?" Din asked, his voice clear and unfiltered in your ear. He punctuated his sentence with another kiss, this one on the side of your neck, just behind your slack jaw, sending a jolt of tingles down your body and straight into your core.

You couldn't answer, and Din didn't wait for one. His hand slid back up under your shirt and clasped at your breast, while his mouth kept assaulting your neck. It was a mixture of pecks and suckling. Teasing breaths across the goosebumps of your skin, scratchy stubble as he buried further into your neck. Hand massaging at your chest and knee prodding its way in between your legs. You were quickly overwhelmed, panting and whining at each new sensation that took you by surprise in the darkness. Awkwardness and anxiety were long gone between the two of you now.

"Din," you gasped, reaching your own hand around to grasp at the back of his head and keep him in place in your neck. He moaned as your fingers clawed blindly into his locks.

"Cyare," he mumbled against your skin. He tugged his hand out from your shirt and rested it along the edge of your pants. "Are you ready for me?"

You could only let you a keening whine in response.

"Please don't look."

He forced himself off of you with a grunt, and you lifted your hips as he quickly pulled your pants and underwear down your legs. You kept your eyes shut despite the darkness, knowing you at least owed him his privacy, all that he was giving you in return. Once your bottom half was bared, you lay for a moment without any touch, any warmth, while he got himself ready. You could hear his movements, the zipper of his pants, the wrapper of a condom. You tried to get your breathing under control while you waited, but it only picked right back up the moment he touched you again.

He assumed the same position as before, spooning you from behind with one arm draped over your frame and his mouth against your neck. This time you could feel that shape again from earlier, harder and more insistent as it rested against your rear. You could also now feel how eager you yourself were; there was a slickness pooling out onto your bare thighs, more than you'd ever felt from yourself before.

"Din," you sighed into his embrace.

He returned a "Cyare."

And then you both started moving.

You pushed your ass back against him and starting rubbing. He grasped your hips and started kneading. His mouth sucked sharply against your neck, and yours moved in breathless, silent prayers of ecstasy. You'd been uncertain of the mechanics of this moment before, and now were enraptured. You never wanted it to end.

The dance you two shared quickened in pace until you both were too desperate to prolong any further. Din's leg shoved between yours and he removed his hand to help line himself up. There was a bit of prodding into your folds, not being able to see for a more accurate aim, though you were far from complaining about it. Each poke sent thrilling jolts of fire through your belly, into your hammering heart, and out of your panting mouth.

"Ready?" Din asked once he got the tip of his cock lined up properly. His voice had lost all of its usual smoothness and it occurred to you, even in the haze of your excitement, he was enjoying this just as much as you were.

"Yes, please," you all but begged.

His tip pushed in and stilled there for a moment while you both clung on to reality. Your hand was now at your mouth, holding in every lewd sound it threatened to make. He pushed himself in another inch, paused, pushed, paused. His hand at your hip squeezed along with each nudge.

"Are you... okay?" he asked. "Do you... want... me to stop... here?"

You were unsure how much he had left to put in you. You already felt so full. But you wanted this. You wanted him. Everything. So you shook you head and begged for more.

He kept pushing. Tears prickled into the corners of your eyes. Finally he bottomed out.

"Is this..."

"Yes, yes, yes." That would be your answer to every question of his from now on, you were certain.

You rocked against him and he pulled himself out before thrusting back in. The pace he set was a heavenly mix of careful but needy, chasing the thing you were both interested in reaching without any further ado. He was no longer kissing you, instead, resting his face against yours, your breaths intertwining as you grew closer and closer.

"Tell me... when..." he tried panting out. You thought you understood, but still weren't able to follow the instruction. No sooner had he said it than did your walls clench and you went spilling over into total euphoria.

"Kriff," he cursed in response. He couldn't hold out after that.

Your orgasm was jarring. The force of it took you by surprise, knocked the wind out of you so that you ended up gasping deeply for air once the brunt of it subsided. You rode out the remnants by seeing stars, and you imagined you were still out on that dock, looking up at the sky with your best friend.

It took several more moments for your breathing to come back under control, for your vision to return to you despite it being so dark inside the ship. You rolled onto your back and kept a hand over your heart to make sure it didn't give out on you. It took you a while to notice Din had pulled himself off of you at some point.

"Din?" you whispered into the darkness.

There was a second of silence, but thankfully he answered before you could panic about it.

"I'm here."

His voice was filtered again, though you could hear the exhaustion in it. You turned your head to follow the sound and squinted through the darkness until you found the outline of his body. He wasn't too far.

"Just... cleaning up," he said. "Here."

His outline got closer and a rag was placed into your hand. You took it hesitantly.

"I can help," he offered.

"No, that's okay." You quickly sat up and wiped at yourself, wincing at the surprising amount of soreness you felt.

"Are you okay?" Din asked, hovering nearby. You hummed in response and tossed the rag aside. For a moment, you wondered if that was it. If you'd have to somehow find a way to go back to being friends who only ever touched each other when helping each other up after a fall in battle. That was exactly what you had asked for, anyway. Just a romp and nothing more.

But then you felt his arms encircling you again, and your body was pulled onto his as he reclined backwards on the pillows with your head against his chest. You smiled to yourself and wrapped your own arms around him, holding him as close as possible.

"Din?" you ventured after a while, once you could no longer feel the aftershocks of tingles and breathlessness.

"Yes, Cyare?"

"You keep calling me that," you laughed lightly. "I always thought it was derogatory."

"What? No, not at all," he said. "It means... beloved."

You couldn't help but sit up at that, needing to look at him, even if it was only at a helmet in the dark. "But you say it when you're upset with me."

He huffed and pulled at you to return to his chest. "Yes, because I'm trying to remind myself that I care about you, no matter how frustrating you are."

You decided to let the comment about you being frustrating slide. "Beloved, huh?"

He hummed.

"Is that why you agreed to do this with me?"

He hummed again. You could tell he was growing tired, and truthfully, you were too.

"We should probably talk about this more. What this means for us. Tomorrow. Right now... this is nice. Thank you."

For a while you didn't think he was going to respond, but just as you teetered on the edge of sleep you heard his words. Faint but full of heart.

"No Cyare, thank you."

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Howdy!!! I was wondering if you could write about S/O asking their clone lover if they would get a vasectomy? I've never felt comfortable with birth control, with it having side effects and the chance of not working. But vasectomys seem very effective and are reversible! If you dont feel like doing all of the clones, you can just do the bad batch! Or just Crosshair, he's my favorite 😍. If you're not comfortable writing this, I totally get it! Thanks for reading my ask anyway! I love your writing!

Crosshair's my favorite too 😊

But let's throw all the bois and batch into this one... Except for Echo, who I headcanon to not have a fertile/working *ehem* member, so no worries on that front if he's your partner. Let's sub him out for... Gregor? Howzer? Ooh, wait, how about Bacara!

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Cody, Rex, and Kix are totally fine with this plan. Whether you don't want kids yet, ever, or any more, they will always defer to you in these matters. They don't have strong preferences and simply want you to be happy. If you're more comfortable with them getting sterilized over the alternatives, then your wish is their command.

Tup, Dogma, and Tech will want to do some research first, and discuss what your goals are with birth control as a couple. Permanent solution or temporary? Short and long term side effects? Cost? Etc. Once you're on the same page and decide a vasectomy is the right thing for your relationship, then they'll gladly do their part.

Jesse, Hunter, and Wrecker will blanch at the idea of getting snipped. They're very, um, sensitive over anything regarding their genital area. Don't get them wrong, they'll still do it for you, of course. But the thought kinda sorta really freaks them out, despite it being a routine, safe procedure. They'll need a pep talk and lots of aftercare to get them through it.

Wolffe, Fox, and Crosshair are actually thrilled at the idea. Maybe not about the process itself, but at the idea of having an effective way of preventing an unplanned pregnancy. The thought always secretly stressed them out. But if all it takes is a simple procedure and then you two can get intimate in whatever way you want with few to no consequences? Deal. Sold. Done.

Fives, Hardcase, and Bacara are also okay with getting the ol' snip-snip, though they will put it off for as long as you'll let them. They don't like the idea of having to take it easy for a while afterward - in their daily life as well as in the bedroom. When they do get it done, you'll have to keep a close eye on them so they follow the recovery plan properly.

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Darling

But then you felt him move beside you; not away, but closer. Hope overshadowed doubt and you lifted your eyes...

Cobb Vanth x fem!virgin!reader | 3.3k words

Content: spice [18+ only], virginity, kissing, caressing/fondling, soft and slow, PIV, water, verbal consent, friends to lovers

From this request about reader asking their best friend to be their first. Start there for context or check out other character options.

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As Cobb's warm gaze met yours, looking down at you with so much care, and perhaps just a little bit of amusement, you swallowed down the last of your misgivings. You'd said it yourself; you trusted Cobb. Of course he wouldn't reject you or think less of you or in any other way make this awkward.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low but earnest. "Is that really something you want?"

You nodded your head, at a sudden loss for words.

"With me?" he pressed, scooting even closer, as if he needed to see the truth in the whites of your eyes.

"O-only if you want to," you stammered out. "I don't want you to feel pressured, or, or, uncomfortable..."

He cut you off by taking hold of your hands. His were wrapped in fingerless gloves. The coarse texture of the gloves pressed into your hands, giving an odd sense of comfort, while the coolness of the skin from the tips of his fingers sent a jolt of nerves through you as they lightly rested by your wrists.

"I feel honored," he said with a small smile. "I had no idea you were still a virgin. And knowing that now, I want make sure your first time is spent with someone who truly cares about you. You deserve that."

He let go of one of your hands to bring his up to your face, cupping the side of it and rubbing a gentle line across your cheek with his thumb. Your heart seemed to grow more forceful against your chest with each thump. Was this really happening?

"Are you ready now, or did you want some time to..." he started to say, but you quickly shook your head.

"No, I don't want to wait any more."

Cobb's face broke into a grin as he chuckled. "Ah, that's right, you're tired of waiting. Of course."

You couldn't help but join in the laughter and it helped settle some of your nerves.

"Okay, we'll take it slow," he said, already starting to lean in closer. "Anything you don't want to do, anything that doesn't feel good, you let me know, okay?"

You nodded.

"Out loud," he said softly with a smile. He'd stopped moving and was still looking at you for an answer.

You swallowed the last of your nerves and gave him verbal assurance. "Okay."

He smirked, satisfied, and then closed the gap between your faces. His lips were so incredibly gentle on yours, pressing just enough to be felt but not demanding more. The whiskers of his beard tickled your chin. He lingered for a moment and then pulled away.

"Was that your first kiss, too?" he asked, his warm breath fanning against your lips as he spoke.

Your eyes fluttered open; you didn't even remember closing them, too focused on what it felt like to have him kiss you.

"Yes," you breathed, closing your eyes in anticipation of the next kiss. If you'd kept them open, you would've seen the small, proud smirk Cobb wore right before he kissed you again.

The second press of his lips was a little firmer, and his hand came up to cup around your jaw and hold you in place. After a few suckling movements between you, he took advantage of your opening mouth to slip in his tongue. The sensation took you by surprise at first, and then quickly became so exciting and pleasurable that you let out a little moan.

Cobb chuckled and withdrew, still holding your jaw. You were flushed, both from the heat of the moment and your embarrassing noise. Though Cobb was certainly more amused by it than you.

"Having fun?" he breathed out a laugh.

You could only look up at him sheepishly. All the confidence you'd had earlier as you asked him for this had vanished somewhere in between his kisses.

"Here, why don't you lay down. Get more comfortable." He quickly tried to move you past your shyness and patted the dock behind you. It didn't look comfortable, but you trusted his guidance and shifted to lie down. It actually felt nice to stretch out your back; you hadn't realized how strained your muscles had become from the day's more harrowing moments.

"Comfortable?" Cobb asked as he stretched out next to you, leaning over your frame just enough to be able to reach for the next round of kisses.

You nodded. But he didn't immediately kiss you. He ran a hand up and down your side, over your clothing. Never groping or playing, just exploring. He looked at you again.

"Is this okay?"

You nodded again, and just in the knick of time remembered your were supposed to voice your consent aloud. "Yes."

Then he leaned in, and for a while that's all you did. Make out and caress. It didn't take long for your own hands to start roaming across his body as well. It was a nice moment, but after a while it felt too safe. Too slow.

"Cobb..." you managed to get out. He only hummed and moved his lips toward your jaw. "You do remember I was hoping to get to more than second base, right?"

He laughed, louder than his previous breathy chuckles. You could never be upset with him like this. He always had such a good humor about things. If you weren't careful, you'd start yearning for something more within this experience.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," he said as he pulled away to get a proper look at you. He tenderly brushed some hair off of your neck. "I'm trying to work you up to that. Part of the fun is getting there."

You weren't sure what look you were holding on your face that caused him to laugh again. He dipped down to give you a few quick pecks and then starting sitting up.

"Come on."

He held out his hands. You took them hesitantly and he helped hoist you to your feet alongside him. Then he brought his fingertips to brush along your collarbone, just above the shirt you wore.

"May I?" he asked, his voice returning into something low and sultry. You weren't sure what, exactly, he was asking. He hummed. "Me first, then."

He took your hands and moved them toward the hem of his shirt. Now you were catching on. Your breath hitched as you took hold of the fabric and started to lift it over his head. This was not the first time you'd seen your friend topless. He often took quick dips in the public pool or hosed himself off in the showers after a long day's work. Sometimes you'd join him, keeping your own top on. But those moments had been purely practical, a way to cleanse off sweat and grime and nothing more. Now you were seeing him bared before you in a different way. It sent chills down your spine.

You hesitantly reached out to touch him, to smooth your palms along the expanse of his chest. He leaned down and gave you another kiss in response.

You quickly took the lead in getting the rest of his clothes off. One by one, you discarded each item onto the deck below. His gloves, his boots, his pants... You hesitated with the last item, having noticed a very prominent bulge against the fabric and suddenly feeling all excited and nervous again.

"Allow me," he said, taking over and sliding the briefs down past his thighs and kicking them off his ankles. There he was... fully, completely, and unabashedly exposed in front of you. The moonlight was bouncing off the water behind him and creating a sort of glow around his slender frame. His hips were so narrow. That was a detail you'd picked out a long time ago. And now without any belts or clothing to obscure it, he looked leaner than ever. A trail of silver fuzz led down his navel to the sight demanding your attention. He wasn't fully hard yet, but there was enough to give you an idea what you'd be dealing with. The only thing you could think at first was that he was a man.

And then you found yourself fighting against the urge to look away. The reminder that this was your friend was a powerful one, one you didn't quite know how to handle just yet. You'd asked him for this. He'd consented. It was okay. And yet, you still feared you had no right to see him like this. 

Cobb stepped forward, bringing your confusing feelings back into focus.

"Are you ready for your turn?" he asked, gently laying his now bare hands on your upper arms.

"Yes," you decided.

While you hadn't exactly rushed to undress him, you also hadn't taken as much time as he was now in undressing you. He slowly slid your shirt up your torso, and as soon as it cleared your head, he was caressing and kissing some of the newly exposed skin along your stomach and arms. Then he crouched to do the same with your shoes and pants, taking his time in getting each article off, and then taking some more time to run his hands along your thighs and to kiss along the insides of your knees. The whole thing was very exhilarating, and you were starting to see what he meant by working you up to greater things. There was a warmth in your gut, a wetness starting pool in your panties. Even in your limited knowledge of such things, you knew they were signs of your body preparing for more.

He took off your panties next, while he was still kneeling, but did not spend time kissing that area. He'd come back to that later. He stood and worked on the last piece left on you, your bra. This is where he ended up spending the most time. Each strap slid off one at a time and his mouth descended on the sensitive skin along your collarbone after each one. Then he unhooked the back and let the thing fall unceremoniously. For the first time, you could see his eyes filled with something other than care for your wellbeing. He was lusting after you.

"You really are beautiful, you know," he whispered.

You could tell he was holding himself back. He may have been doing this for you, but who were you to deny him some pleasure for himself?

"Please," you whispered back. "Keep touching me."

With permission he dove in, cupping your breasts and kissing and licking all around them. He was much more hurried now, and after lavishing your chest for a minute he found his way back up to your lips and kissed you harder than he had before.

You moaned into the kiss and he took the opportunity to tilt his head and deepen it. You brought your arms up around his neck and carded your fingers through his hair. He pressed his body to yours, his hands grabbing the supple flesh of your ass. There was a moan, but you couldn't tell if it was yours or his. And there was the unmistakable shape of his ever-growing cock twitching along your lower stomach.

Cobb's kisses moved from your mouth to behind your ear and down your neck. His grip on your body loosened slightly to give him room to bend down. You found you couldn't moan anymore, only gasp at each electric sensation that scattered across your skin.

Suddenly, Cobb's hands grasped at the backs of your thighs and you found yourself being hoisted upward. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips - those deliciously narrow hips that felt perfect within your hold. The folds of your cunt were now resting along his length and you gasped again.

Cobb started walking down the dock, kissing your shoulder a few times while trying to watch where he was going. You bounced a little as his hips shifted back and forth from the walk and you couldn't help but lean into the movements. He was rubbing against you in just the right way to start making you feel the very thing you'd been after.

"That's it, sweetheart," he husked in your ear, reaching the end of the dock and turning to walk down the bank, back toward the water. "Make yourself feel good."

As you continued to buck against him, he carefully waded into the water. You could feel yourself becoming more weightless as he carried you further in. Eventually you were both up to your shoulders, but still clinging to each other. Once you'd adjusted to the change, your lips found each others' again.

You much preferred these passionate kisses to his slower ones. Maybe one day you could savor them more once you settled into the feeling of being so vulnerable with him.

One day?

You stopped yourself. What were you thinking, one day and once? As if there would be more of this between you? As if you were working toward something rather than the once-in-a-lifetime moment you'd proposed it to be?

Cobb could sense you suddenly tensing up and immediately pulled himself off you.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you quickly gasped out.

"Are you sure?" His eyes were still blown wide, and his erection still pressed insistently between you, but you knew all you had to do was say the word and he'd walk away without complaint.

Gods, he was so infuriating good to you. You loved him. There was no other way to make sense of these confusing feelings.

"Cobb..." you started without any clue where your words were headed next. All you knew was you couldn't use this man. Not like this. "I... I love you."

Well, turned out you weren't headed far, as your brain spit out the one thing it was fixated on the most. There were so many other things to say first, to explain how you got to this point and why you didn't want this with him if it couldn't mean more than simply crossing an item off the bucket list.

Predictably, Cobb's eyes grew wide at the admission.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have just blurted that out--"

"Do you mean it?" he asked. Breathed, was more like it. Like he couldn't believe it. You supposed you could've played it off, saved yourself the trouble of ruining the one chance you'd likely get at losing your virginity. But no. You really did love him. Of course you couldn't say anything other than the truth.

"I do. I really do."

"Oh darling," Cobb choked out what could've been construed as a sob, though you'd never know for sure as he captured your lips in a kiss once more. Desperate was the word to describe this one. You were surprised but let him indulge for a few moments before pushing him off to set your questioning eyes onto him.

"I have loved you for as long as I can remember," he breathed out, resting his forehead against yours. He let go of his support under one of your thighs and brought the wet hand to cup the back of your neck.

"Have you really?" You were in shock. Blissful, ecstatic shock.

"Yes, I really have," he smiled.

"But... why... how... didn't you ever want to make a move?"

His humor was returning, though he didn't seem in the mood to fully let go of the desires he'd spent the last hour working up. You'd thought it had been the waves of the water that had kept gently knocking your bodies together, but then you realized he was the one maintaining the subtle rhythm, keeping the fire stoked just enough should you wish to set it ablaze again. "Oh it definitely crossed my mind a few times. But I wasn't going to come on to you unless you wanted it. A girl like you deserves to be treated right."

You smiled, unable to believe this was where your evening had ended up. "You deserve to be treated right, too, Cobb. That's why I don't want this unless you do, too. For real."

He smiled back, rocking into you just a little firmer to accentuate his intentions. "I want you. I want all of you. I want to be your first. I want to be the only one for you."

"Then take me," you whispered.

The next half hour was a display of a different kind of energy than before. What was previously gentle and exploratory was now urgent and needy. All groping hands and panting breaths and entangled limbs. Cobb still held you with tenderness, never using so much force that he hurt you. You didn't have quite as much restraint, your nails digging into his shoulders in a constant effort bring him closer, closer, closer.

"I'm close," you whimpered out eventually. You knew from reading some more salacious books that was something people tended to say. You'd never been sure how they knew when that moment came, but you certainly did now. You had something building rapidly, divinely inside of you. You seemed moments away from not being able to handle it at all.

He was buried inside of you, unable to thrust too deeply in the water, but the weight of him could still be felt within your walls. He had rocked himself in slowly so the stretch hadn't been unbearable. It was an odd feeling, one you were already eager to replicate as many times as you needed to get more used to it, but for now you could simply describe it as feeling full.

His thumb now pressed in relentless circles on your clit, helping you the rest of the way there. You sucked in a breath as you fell over the edge, an entirely new sensation overcoming you to the point where you couldn't even breathe. You clung to Cobb, unable to do much else as you rode it out. A part of you knew he'd appreciate more verbal displays of your ecstasy. Maybe the next time you'd be more prepared and could do that for him.

You eventually regained a shuddering breath, gasping and panting into Cobb's neck as you rode through the last few waves of pleasure. You didn't realize until a few moments later that he had since removed himself from you and was using his other hand to pump himself through his own orgasm. You weren't sure what to do to help him along. That'd be something else you'd need to learn for next time, too.

"Oh darling," he groaned as his finished his release, nuzzling into your neck and holding you tightly as you bobbed gently in the moonlit water.

"Thank you, Cobb," you decided to say.

Cobb chuckled and looked down at you, running a wet hand through your hair. "Well, was that everything you thought it would be?"

You released a laugh of your own, feeling spent but satisfied. "That was nothing like I thought. And I don't just mean the sex. I mean..."

"Us," he nodded with a smile. "Yeah, I didn't expect that either. But damn if I'm not happy about it."

He kissed you, so much more chaste than any of the others, mainly because the two of you couldn't stop smiling through it.

"You know what the best part is?" he asked, and you could feel him start to pull you along in the water, back toward the shore.

"Hmm?"

"After we get all dry, put on some fresh clothes, get a fire going in the cabin... I get to hold you tonight."

"Big dream of yours?" you teased.

"Mmhmm," he mumbled into your shoulder, just as it breached the surface of the water.

"Well, keep acting like such a gentleman, and you'll get to hold me every night. For as long as you like."

His lips simply smiled against your skin as he carried you out of the water and toward an eagerly awaited new future together.

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I don't know if your still taking requests if you aren't ignore/delete this 😅 I just really love your writing and wanted to shoot my shot

Can I have reader who is a virgin and is bestfriends with love interest(s) and they confide in them that they could only have sex with someone they REALLY trust but later they ask "hey I know this is weird but I don't want to be a virgin anymore and I trust you to know you won't hurt me but can you be my first? You could say no and we could pretend this never happened but I'm just tired of being a virgin" if they end up being romantically involved is up to you

I want this with Din and Boba and Cobb Vanth (if you don't write for him that's cool) and Luke

Fem!reader x Boba, Cobb, or Din | 458k words

Content: virginity, propositioning a friend, short intro with links to full smut fics

Okay okay okay, this prompt made me go just a little bit insane, and I tried to do simple headcanons, I really did, but in the end I couldn't help but write out smutty one shots instead 😈

So let's turn this into a choose-your-own adventure thing. Here's an introduction to set the scene, and then you'll have a choice of what happens next, each leading to one of three characters - Din, Boba, or Cobb (sorry I couldn't find the inspiration to write for Luke in this scenario!) Pick one or pick them all!

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Your best friend sat at the edge of the dock, feet dangling off the side as he gazed out at the water twinkling in the moonlight. You stared at his back for a moment as you steeled your resolve. With a final, determined breath, you pushed yourself forward and sat beside him.

"Hey," you said with a nervous breathiness to your voice. He looked over at you in concern. "Scary today, huh?"

"Yeah," he agreed with a nod. You'd almost died in a firefight earlier that day. "Are you okay?"

"I am..." you said slowly, trying to find a way to transition into the script you'd prepared for yourself.

"What's wrong?"

You could never hide your true emotions from him. You looked over and gave a sheepish grin.

"This is going to sound weird, but there was something that occurred to me, when I thought my life was over. I thought... well, I thought what a shame that I was going to die a virgin."

You shifted to look at him square on and quickly dove into your speech, before he had a chance to react.

"I know, I know, it shouldn't be such a big deal. It's just that, I want that experience. And I want it with someone I know and trust. That's what's made it so hard to have happen. I haven't found the right person yet. And today made me realize that maybe I never will. Which is so not fair, because so many people have sex, no problem, so why can't I? Why am I holding myself back? Especially when..."

You faltered and averted your gaze, not wanting to see any part of him for fear you'd find him pulling away.

"Especially when... what?" he prompted. At least he was still paying attention and not completely repulsed by the awkward topic of conversation. But you couldn't really tell by his voice how he felt about it. So you took in another big breath and gave him a meaningful look.

"Especially when there is someone in my life I know and trust."

Silence. You swallowed hard, doubt starting to overtake you, regret at having gone through with this at all.

"I'm not looking for love or anything," you quickly threw out there, shifting yourself to turn back away. "And you can totally say no, and we can just forget I ever said anything. I just... I'm tired of being a virgin and I'd trust you to be my first, is all."

You looked down into your lap and swung your legs back and forth, hoping to heaven the heat in your cheeks wasn't actually visible. You might have just ruined a perfectly good friendship and all for what... sex? Were you really that desperate?

Option 1: "Darling" - But then you felt him move beside you; not away, but closer. Hope overshadowed doubt and you lifted your eyes...

Option 2: "Cyare" - The silence continued, save for the gentle lapping of water against the dock below. You felt your stomach twisting and tears brimming along your eyes...

Option 3: "Mesh'la" - At first, all you could hear was your own heart thumping in your ears. But then you realized beyond that, there was a low, gentle chuckle...

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Marshall Commander, Sir

Cody x fem!reader | 1.3k words

Content: spice [18+ only], um... guys, this is the first time i've done any, like, actual smut and idk what tags to put 🙈 soft smut?, PIV, overstimulation, one (Star Wars) curse word, authority kink maybe??

Inspiration (from @rosemarynightmares): Also, I low-key wanna call Cody Marshall Commander, Sir and see what happens >:3

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Nights like these were so rare, few and far between. But that made them all the more special. Something to soak up, indulge in.

And oh was Cody indulging.

"That's it, honey," he murmured, "just like that. So good for me..."

His sinful words, low and thick against your ear, only barely distracted from the movement of his hand against your core. Every press, every caress, rolled your body like a wave, kept in time with the cadence of your breaths. Up and down you rocked with the waves, each crest bringing you ever higher toward the euphoria above, that blissful place only Cody could help you reach.

Marshall Commander Cody, that is.

Your third orgasm of the night swelled within you, taking you up, up, higher, higher, until you finally crashed back down. Cody removed his fingers slowly, helping wash away the stinging remnants with a few lingering touches. You were spent. Sweat was at your hairline and your body grew lax in his hold. He smiled against your skin, between the many tender kisses he was placing along your cheeks. His hand came up to cup your face as he continued; his energy was no where close to being as depleted as yours.

Oh you'd really done it with that cheeky remark, hadn't you? You were used to your husband taking his time with you. Whatever nights home he could steal would be put to good use. But this time there was something different in him. Something... insistent. Eager. Not quite desperate or unrestrained; no, if anything he was more in control now than he had ever been. He wasn't just chasing something for himself, or trying to make up for lost time, or any of the other behaviors you'd seen from him in the bedroom. He was surrounding you, clinging to you, ardently pleasing you with tireless attention.

And all because you hadn't been able to help yourself at that gala.

The invitation had been a surprise, but one you'd snatched up immediately, needing to get in the good graces of several senators who sat on the fence about your newest proposal. And then Cody's R&R came early so that he was able to join you as a date. A few glasses of champaign and successfully swayed votes later, you found yourself playing with your husband's attention just a little too freely. It had not been hard to mistake the gazes that lingered on certain parts of your body, the ones conveniently not covered by your gown. And he himself had looked so handsome in his own suit and tie.

So when the night slowed and you found the opportunity to lean over the back of his chair and whisper a suggestive little comment, you had just the thing to say.

"Care to take this dress off me, Commander Marshall?"

You hadn't left his arms for the rest of the night. Not on the ride home. Not when his head went between your thighs, securing you to his face. Not when he had first entered you, and not when he had reached his own high. It was as if he was afraid to let go, to feel more of the air than your skin.

"One more for me," he whispered now. His grip around you relaxed as he shifted himself to be more fully over you. You met his blazing brown eyes with a hazy lust of your own. You were exhausted, but not finished. You would do anything to satisfy this man. Even if all you could do was lay there.

"I'm yours," you whispered back at him, incapable of saying anything more. You used what little strength you had left to bring your legs up in invitation.

Cody grunted and pushed in, unable to hold himself back any longer. His mouth pressed hotly against yours as he began to thrust. His arms still caging you in, holding you close. His chest rubbed against yours, slick from sweat.

He made what you thought was a hissing noise at first, but upon forcing your eyes open, saw he was trying to form words.

"S... say... say it again," he finally spat out. His own eyes were screwed shut in concentration as he rocked above you. He was a man on a mission.

You hummed in a questioning tone. You'd managed to lock your ankles around his back and had your hands grasping onto the muscles of his shoulders as you felt that familiar wave breach your shores.

"What you said... at the... party..." he rasped.

Your head turned to the side, toward the part of the room the two of you had stumbled from hours earlier, discarding clothes passionately, mindlessly.

Cody grunted again and you turned back to see him shaking his head. He hadn't meant the part about your dress.

His cheeks were flushed, and not from the effort of pounding into you. He never showed that in his face. You realized he was embarrassed. Your strong and noble man, blushing at a request to be called something in bed.

A surge of energy rushed back into you at the thought. You began to scrape your nails down his shoulder blades. Your mouth twitched into a smirk. "Yes, sir."

He groaned, long and low. He let his head fall into the crook of your neck and you brought one of your hands to continue its scraping along the back of his head.

"Commander, sir."

Another groan, this time accompanied by a particularly sharp thrust. He was losing control.

Which only helped you lose yours as well.

"Oh, Commander..."

You weren't trying to sound so erotic; the sound came from deep within, forced out by the constant drum of his cock inside your overstimulated walls.

"Please. Commander. Come with me."

"Kriff..."

His arms squeezed beneath you, holding you so impossibly close. It was the only thing you were aware of as wave after wave crashed between you. You may have blacked out, or you may have simply submerged yourself in the feeling deeper than you ever had. All that surrounded you was Cody and the pleasure you were creating together. Everything else was dark and soundless.

When the waves finally receded, when your wits more or less returned, you hummed against Cody's chest. He was slumped over you, panting heavily, his skin sticking to yours. But he didn't relax for long. He was too much a gentleman to leave his weight on you, even though he could have easily fallen asleep like that. He lifted himself off, pulled gingerly out of you, and used his arms to drag you along as he rolled onto his side.

You nuzzled yourself against him, sliding your fingers through his slicked chest hair. You knew once you drifted off to sleep, he would get up to clean you off and dress you properly for bed, just as he always did. Before you drifted, though, you felt compelled to acknowledge the new side of him you'd met tonight.

"I didn't realize those titles got you going like that."

"I... didn't either." His voice was quiet. You didn't want him to feel embarrassed by his desires, not when they were so harmless. And endearing.

"Well I thought it was hot," you said with a little laugh, worming yourself more into his side.

Thankfully he returned a chuckle of his own, though still a bit shaky and uncertain. "That's good, I guess. I don't know how I'm going to be able to hear anyone else call me that now, though."

You joined his laughter, picturing his face going red as some poor clone from his unit tries to give him a salute. Your bodies gently shook alongside each other. It was a quiet laughter, tired, more like hums. But it reassured you both that it had been a night well spent. In each other's company, learning together, enjoying each other. Just as you always had, just as you always would.

"Love you, dear one," he whispered with an extra squeeze around you.

"And I love you, Commander Marshall, sir," you whispered back just as you drifted away.

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