The Clone Wars Were The Perfect Jedi Trap. By Fighting At All, The Jedi Lost.

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Laundry Day (Cal Kestis x reader)

Summary: Cal can’t always control when his psychometric powers grant him a glimpse of the past. And even less so when the object holds a powerful emotional echo.

Or: Cal picks up the shirt you masturbated in.

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI; afab!reader but no pronouns used; no use of y/n; porn with some plot; hints of voyeurism if you squint; sub!Cal if you squint; first kiss; first time; hand job; masturbation; if I missed anything please let me know!

A/N: This is shameless and self-indulgent and hastily written before the motivation left. I will not apologize.

Word Count: 2,205

Read it here on AO3!

NSFW below the cut!

You clench your jaw, the damp fabric of your shirt caught between your teeth as you struggle to keep quiet. But gods your fingers feel so good circling your clit and you’re absolutely soaked right now and you have to be quiet because Cal is sleeping in the room across the hall.

The thought of Cal overhearing your late-night activities makes your pussy clench around nothing. Eyes falling shut, you gather some more wetness and press more firmly on that bundle of nerves that has you on fire. Images of Cal’s toned forearms, freckled face, powerful thighs flash through your mind. You stifle a groan.

This is so bad, and you know it. You shouldn’t be getting off to the thought of your friend—never mind the fact that he’s a Jedi. But even when he’s only hidden behind a few thin durasteel walls, he occupies your mind. The way his eyes dance with fiery determination when a new opportunity to strike against the Empire arises. The way his plush lips curve up into sarcastic smiles at your jokes. His tenderness with BD. His softness with you.

And that’s what gets you all riled up in the first place: it’s just how genuinely good Cal Kestis is. There’s not a mean bone in his body. He takes care of you, and you of him, and the domesticity of it all drives you absolutely insane.

Which leads you here. You finally plunge two of your fingers into your tight, wet heat, imagining—wishing—it was Cal’s fingers instead. Exhaling a shaky breath, you crook your fingers up against the spongy wall of your cunt and press. Your hips rock involuntarily, and the added friction against your clit has your toes curling. You breathe deep through your nose, loosening your muscles as the wave of pleasure zinging through you crests.

And you cum, teeth unlatching from your shirt as you gasp out Cal’s name.

Once the aftershocks die down, you shuck the shirt off over your head, the neckline entirely damp with your now-cooling saliva. The temperature is uncomfy; you snatch a clean shirt from beneath your bunk to wear instead. Tossing the soiled shirt toward your growing laundry pile, you settle down under the covers at last, curling on your side as sleep finally, finally takes you.

The next morning when you wake, the comforting hum of the hyperdrive engine is silent. You must’ve arrived at your next destination while you slept. Good. Even though it’s only been you and Cal for about a year now, you still try to keep some extra supplies on board in case any of the old crew decide to rejoin you and Cal. And after your last run-in with the Empire, forcing you into hiding for a standard month, all of your supplies are low. You’ll use this opportunity to restock.

But first, you need to wash up. The lights on both Cal’s door and the ’fresher are green, meaning he’s probably up in the cockpit with BD. Slipping into the ’fresher, you lock the door behind you and turn the knob to heat the water up. Your sleep clothes crumple to the floor as you shuffle out of them, trying to focus on creating a mental list of the supplies you’ll need to pick up today. Yet, your traitorous mind keeps drifting back to your solo fun last night—heat throbbing between your legs at just the thought of how hard you came—and you shake your head angrily at yourself.

“Get a grip,” you grumble.

As if summoned by your thoughts, there’s a knock at the door. You jump. Your heart hammers in your throat.

“Kriff, Cal, you scared me,” you call through the door.

“Sorry,” he calls back, and you hear the genuine regret in his voice. “I just wanted to check to see if you had any laundry? It’ll be a bit before we’re able to get it done after today.”

“Good thinking,” you say. “There’s a pile on my floor. I can get it, though; don’t worry about my stuff.”

He doesn’t respond, and you visualize the sardonic, two-fingered salute he’s recently gotten in the habit of giving. A smile quirks your lips.

A smile that is quickly obliterated as a jolt of pure anxiety bursts through you. Gods, knowing Cal, he’s already gone to grab your dirty laundry, and the shirt—the fucking shirt—is right on top, and you know he can’t always control his psycho-Force-whateveritscalled powers.

The ’fresher door slams open and you dash across the narrow hall to your room.

To your horror, Cal is in fact there, gathering your clothes from the floor, and the warning to wait gets choked in your throat as he grabs the shirt on the top of the pile, the one that’s surely still damp with your spit and sweat.

His entire body stiffens, eyes widening, his grip on the other clothes going limp as he experiences the Force echo you’ve left behind. Feeling like you’ve been doused in gasoline and ice at the same time, it finally registers for you that you’re naked in front of Cal fucking Kestis and he’s feeling you cum to the thought of him.

“Cal, I—”

“Oh.” The strangled moan that tears from his throat has your mind reeling, never in a million years imagining that you’d ever hear him make such a lewd noise, let alone in reaction to you.

You reach for him, placing a shaking hand on his arm. “Are- Are you okay?”

He blinks and seems to physically re-enter this current moment. His cheeks are bright pink, his chest heaving. At his wide-eyed once over of your naked form, your knees nearly give out.

“I’m so sorry,” you continue. Panic seizes at your lungs, making it hard to breathe. “I shouldn’t have- I should have- I’m so so sorry, Cal, I can leave if you want—”

“Hey.” He rests both of his large, warm hands on your bare shoulders, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Deep breaths. I’m not- I’m not mad.”

“You’re not?” You try to catch your breath, but the darkening of his green eyes has your breath catching for an entirely different reason now.

He shakes his head. “How long?”

Chewing at the inside of your cheek nervously, you drop your gaze. “Months. Since we first met.”

Gently, he guides your chin up so that you meet his gaze again. His eyes are soft—darker than usual, yes—but there’s that familiar softness to them that unwinds some of the tension in your chest. He holds your gaze long enough for your heart to stop pounding, but you can’t will away the swirling pit of regret pulling at your insides. He’s not mad, which is great, but he’s still not said anything and you can’t figure out what he might say or what he’s feeling or—

“Can I kiss you?”

You blink dumbly. “What?”

A faint smile ghosts over his features. “Can I kiss you?”

“Oh gods yes,” you squeak out.

A true smile tugs at his lips, and then slowly, giving you ample time to change your mind and pull away, he leans down, one hand supporting the back of your head, the other cupping your cheek. Your eyes close and you stand on your toes, meeting him halfway.

His lips are as soft as you imagined, and you can’t help the needy whine that escapes you as he pulls you flush against him. Your bare, heated skin presses against the leather of his chest piece, tantalizing against the sensitive skin of your breasts. Snaking one hand up into his silken hair, your other grips at his muscled bicep, grounding yourself. His mouth moves slowly against your own.

This is really fucking happening.

He breaks the kiss, but doesn’t go far, resting his forehead against your own. You peer up through your eyelashes at him.

“I take it you feel the same?” you ask, breathless.

“Since we met,” he affirms in a low tone. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, and you catch the digit between your teeth and suck. He groans. “Gods, if I’d known...”

You just hum, swirling your tongue around his thumb until he withdraws, only to kiss you again. Electricity feels like it dances along your skin where he touches you. Blindly, you tug him backwards with you until your legs hit the bunk. Lowering yourself, he follows, bracing himself over you with his forearms to either side of your head, caging you in. With a soft moan, you hook a leg over his hips and drag him down to you. The friction of his clothes against your aching core makes you hiss.

“Fuck, take these off, please,” you plead, tugging with weak fingers at his shirt.

He sits up just long enough to rip the offending garments off, and you practically drool at the sight of his toned chest as it is revealed to you. Scars litter the otherwise smooth alabaster, and you know you’ll take your time at a later date tracing them, committing them to memory. Right now, though, your attention is drawn farther down as he shimmies out of his pants. His hard cock, the tip a gorgeous shade of pink, bobs as it comes free of its confines.

“Oh gods,” you groan. “May I?”

“Please.”

You’ve never heard his voice so strained before, and you are nothing if not eager to continue drawing sounds from him. Wrapping your fingers tentatively around the hot shaft of his dick, you hum in delight at the way he twitches in your grip. You slowly work his cock, eyes trained on his face, catching every flutter of his eyelashes, every time he bites his lip, every miniscule reaction you can possibly gain from him.

“I want you inside me,” you say.

He groans. “I- I’ve never—”

“It’s alright,” you soothe. You release him for a moment to gather some of the slick from between your folds—and can’t resist rubbing your pussy for just a few seconds, letting a broken moan fall from your lips. Then you use the slick to lube his dick up.

“C’mere,” you say, your legs widening for him to slot in between. “I’ve got you. Say the word and it all stops.”

“I want this,” he says, eyes trained on yours as he settles himself between your thighs. “I want you.”

You hum in delight and, guiding him, line his cock up with your neglected entrance. Wrapping your legs around him, you press down with your heels to push him into you.

His head falls to your shoulder with a broken, gasping moan. You clench at the burning stretch of him filling you, nails digging into his smooth skin. He’s not even touched you, barely begun to fuck you, and you’re already ready to cum.

“Cal,” you murmur, caressing his back, “you okay?”

“S’alot,” he mumbles against your skin. “Can I—?”

“Yes, please.” You press a kiss to his shoulder. “Make love to me, Cal.”

With a whine, he slowly withdraws, every ridge and vein of his cock dragging deliciously on your walls, and then pushes back into you just as slowly. You moan with him at the sensation of filling and being filled, unsure where you begin and he ends, lost in the feeling of just him. He sets a languid pace, kissing your neck, murmuring sweet words in your ear: “You feel so good. Take me so well. Fuck, I needed this. Needed you.”

When he adjusts his grip on you, reaching beneath your body to support your hips, you laugh breathlessly.

“Gonna cum like this.”

He bites down on the sensitive juncture between your neck and shoulder as he snaps his hips against yours, making you cry out. The agonizingly slow pull out, the moment’s pause where only his tip remains in your dripping pussy, and then the overwhelming burst of pleasure as he slams back into you: it’s all you know. It’s all you’ve ever known, all you ever will know. You babble praises, begging, pleading with him, the coil in your belly growing tighter and hotter the harder he fucks into you.

“Can feel you’re close,” he slurs. “Cum for me. Please.”

That’s what does it, hearing him beg for you to cum on him. You go rigid, white flashing in your eyes as the tight coil snaps. Pleasure floods through you, and dimly you’re aware of Cal growling against your ear as he rocks you through it, his promises of cumming in you only serving to draw out the shockwaves of your orgasm. You think you scream. And then, when you feel his dick pulse as he goes absolutely still, you cum again.

He’s laughing when you come down from your high. He remains in you even as he begins to go soft, his giddy, breathless giggles pure music to your ears.

“What’s so funny?” you ask, twirling a strand of his hair between your fingers.

“I just— this is not how I expected today to go,” he says, still laughing.

You smile. “Maybe you should do the laundry more often, hm?”

He just kisses you, and you’re content with that answer.

Reminders

Tech x Reader

@clonexreaderbingo

Square filled: sickness

Word count: 363

Warnings: very mild sickness (as one might imagine) but it is not life threatening

“Tech,” you chided. “You really need to get back to bed.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, cyare. I am perfectly fine,” Tech said, rolling his eyes. “In fact, the idea of you holding me prisoner here is absolutely ludicrous.”

“Oh ‘ludicrous’ is it? And what is it you’re planning on doing once you escape?”

“I need to perform a few repairs to the Marauder’s cooling system,” he prattled as he started to walk around the living room of your house. “Not to mention the screen of the navigational computer is acting up again.”

You leaned against the doorway to your bedroom, watching your partner walking in circles as he searched.

“What are you looking for, love?”

Tech scowled at you. “My goggles,” he sighed. “It’s somewhat difficult to find them when I can barely see.”

“Darling?” your tone was gentle, but full of amusement.

“Yes, cyare?”

“Are these the goggles you’re looking for?” You asked, holding up his signature yellow lenses by the strap. “These ones, that you asked me to hold on to so that you wouldn’t lose them?”

Tech closed the distance, taking the item in his hands. “Yes, these are what I was looking for, however I do not recall asking you to hold them.”

“Okay,” you smiled. “And those repairs?”

“Yes, I must be on my way to the port. Maker only knows what shortcuts Hunter and Echo are teaching Omega.”

“Tech,” you said, grabbing his arm to stop his forward motion. “Echo’s on a mission with Rex, and Wrecker took Omega on that fishing trip?”

Tech blinked at you. “Then Hunter-”

“-is enjoying some well-earned relaxation time with his riduur. They took the ship to that island Omega and Lyana found, remember?”

Tech’s face displayed a wide array of emotion, bouncing between confusion, searching his memory, followed by confusion, frustration, and more confusion.

“And I-”

“-have a temperature of 101 and need to go back to bed so the medicine can do it’s work.”

Tech was quiet for a long moment, grumbling to himself. “We have already had this conversation today, haven’t we?”

“Yes, dear,” you grinned. “Four times.”

“Cyare?”

“Yes, Tech?”

“I hate getting sick.”

“I know, darling.”

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Season 1 Episode 5: Rampage

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Headcanons - Sleeping Habits (Alone & with S/O)

Tech (Alone)

Do they find it easy to fall asleep? This clone, oh boy; he does not fall asleep easy. With a mind like his, he is constantly honed in on his current project and the next project and the other after that. He falls asleep when he is truly exhausted and often in odd positions and places. We already know he falls asleep on chairs in the cockpit. His bed is often covered in wires and tech, so he rarely sleeps there.

Do they stay asleep once they’re out? Short answer: no. Tech’s mind is filled with so much information, so many thoughts and there is so much Tech wants to accomplish. So when he wakes up in the night, his mind immediately gets back to work.

Do they have any strange sleeping habits? Tech probably falls asleep and talks to himself in his sleep. Talks about his projects, talks about things he read. Mixed with some gentle snoring when he’s truly asleep. Nobody says anything to him about it. It’s quiet and they can put up with.

Do they sleep with anything? He sleeps with his gear and we already know he sleeps with wires and gear around him.

Tech (With S/O)

Do they find it easy to fall asleep? I think he’d sleep more with a partner beside him. They’d drag him to bed and he’d happily comply.

Do they cuddle? Tech secretly loves when you cuddle into him whilst you’re asleep. He’ll wrap his arms around you and sigh contentedly as you dream, probably of him. He loves being the big spoon in bed, he loves the feeling of being pressed against you. He loves to make you feel safe and keep you warm on cold nights.

Do they wake up in the night? If he does, he simply watches you sleep and smiles softly at you when you talk to yourself or snore gently beside him. He’ll watch you until he drifts off again.

Do they enjoy being woken up by sexual acts? He loves being woken up by kisses to his face, neck and chest. The contact makes his whole body tingle and there’s a happy numbness that spreads through him. He’ll pretend to be asleep longer, just so he can enjoy your ministrations longer. When he wakes, he’ll pull you to him and enjoy the sloppy morning sex that follows.

Wrecker (Alone)

Do they find it easy to fall asleep? Yes. Definitely yes. After a mission, he’ll flop into his bed and cuddle up to his Lula and fall asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow. The big guy values his sleep as they are often awake for long periods of time during missions and the poor guy gets pretty exhausted easily.

Do they stay asleep once they’re out? Once he’s out, he’s out. He doesn’t have alarms, he’ll sleep until he wakes naturally or until he’s woken by the others for a mission or briefing or simply because he’s been asleep for such a long time.

Do they have any strange sleeping habits? Other than sleeping with Lula? No, he’s out like a light. He snores loudly, waking the others on occasion. But snoring is perfectly normal.

Do they sleep with anything? Lula. Lula. Lula. He may also have weapons or food either beside or in his bed which I suppose would be odd if he wasn’t Wrecker. But as he loves to blow things up, it’s probably a normal occurrence.

Wrecker (With S/O)

Do they find it easy to fall asleep? Even more so with a significant other. He loves to pick you up and carry you to bed when he’s tired. Simply because he loves having you by his side. He’ll pick you up even if you’re in conversation with Tech or Hunter or Echo. When it’s time for bed, for him, it’s time for bed for both of you.

Do they cuddle? We all know that Wrecker is definitely a cuddle bug. He loves it when you lie on him or cuddle into him when he’s fallen asleep. Secretly, he loves being the little spoon. Even though he’s so large and it’s difficult to reach around him fully, he loves the feeling of you holding on to him. He feels cherished and loved as the little spoon. But for practicality, he’s probably the big spoon more often than not and he still loves it.

Do they wake up in the night? With you by his side, he sleeps soundly. You probably wake up more than he does and you love how peaceful he looks when he sleeps. He has soft features and a gentle smile on his lips as he dreams.

Do they enjoy being woken up by sexual acts? Definitely yes. Particularly when you decide to play with his dick. Palming him through his pants, playing with the sensitive skin of his lower body before reaching in and playing with him until he’s hard. He also likes to pretend to be asleep whilst you do this and he’ll fully wake and immediately play with your breasts before pulling off your bottoms and taking you immediately.

Echo (Alone)

Do they find it easy to fall asleep? Echo stays up at night, traumatised by his time on Skako. He thinks about what happened to him, what they did to him. He eventually drifts off when he’s too tired to think anymore.

Do they stay asleep once they’re out?  No, our poor baby is riddled with nightmares. He’ll wake in a sweat and breath heaving in his chest. He’ll sit up and control his breathing, reminding himself that he’s safe and with his new brothers. Before Skako, sleep came easy to him.

Do they have any strange sleeping habits? Another big talker in his sleep. But his words are tortured and filled with pleas for safety, for the torturous things to stop. He tosses and turns in his sleep, fidgets constantly.

Do they sleep with anything? No. His bed is always well made and he doesn’t like to keep things on his bed beyond a pillow and a blanket. He likes a clean place to sleep and doesn’t deviate from the norm of the regs. Sometimes, with the Bad Batch, his bed may be a little messier but he still doesn’t like having things around him.

Echo (With S/O)

Do they find it easy to fall asleep? He finds it easier to sleep with you snuggled against him. His thoughts are more focused on you. You keep him grounded. He’ll stroke your back to remind him that he’s loved and he’s okay.

Do they cuddle? He’s less of a cuddler than his brothers. He’s shy and nervous because of he’s more machine than man now. You tell him it doesn’t bother you but he remains cautious because he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you. He’ll always be self-conscious and concerned.

Do they wake up in the night? He still wakes up in a sweat because of the nightmares. He’ll sit up and calm himself, but he’ll look down at you sleeping soundly and smile. His world is different now. Sometimes you’ll wake when he does because he’ll call out and it unnerves you. You’ll sit up with him and hold him, stroking his back to soothe him and he loves you for it. It’ll calm him and he’ll fall back to sleep, holding you tightly.

Do they enjoy being woken up by sexual acts? He certainly shyer than the others about it and he’ll wake immediately when he feels you touching him. He’ll groan quietly at your ministrations and roll over so that he can touch you too. He’ll start by stroking your waist and will slowly work his hand to your thighs and then reach between your legs. If you’re wet for him, he’ll be on top of you in seconds.

Hunter (Alone)

Do they find it easy to fall asleep? Hunter’s sleep is a bit more erratic. Sometimes it’s easy and sometimes it’s not. If there’s something going on with Omega, he’ll be awake for hours finding his ways of helping her. If there is nothing wrong, no missions, he’ll simply lie down and let himself drift off.

Do they stay asleep once they’re out? Hunter will stay asleep but wakes up at the right time each day. Sometimes he’s woken by Omega, but he’ll go back to sleep when everything is okay.

Do they have any strange sleeping habits? Hunter has less strange habits than his brothers. He snores on occasion but not as loudly as the others. He’ll sometimes cuddle his pillow, just for a sense of security.

Do they sleep with anything? An extra pillow? Maybe? He’s not one for attachments to objects like Wrecker and his Lula. His heightened senses tends to stop him from having objects in his bed as he sleeps at night. Occasionally, he will have his PADD with him so he can do some research for a mission or to catch up on the matters happening on Coruscant.

Hunter (With S/O)

Do they find it easy to fall asleep? It’s easier for him to sleep with you by his side. He thinks less about his missions or concerns. He likes to just lie there with you and think of all the things naughty things you do together. It keeps him calm and relaxed so he drifts off just after you.

Do they cuddle? He loves to hold you. His heightened senses made the experience even more special to him, more intense. Sometimes he would get hard simply from feeling your ass pressed against him as he holds you. Sometimes when you wriggle in the night, he would get even harder and wake you up so you could help him with his problem.

Do they wake up in the night? No, not at all. He is so content in being with you that he will remain asleep until his designated wake up time. Sometimes he wouldn’t wake up when he was supposed to, simply because he loves the quiet, alone moments he gets with you. Also, Omega knows better than to interrupt those moments.

Do they enjoy being woken up by sexual acts? He adores it when he feels you gently stroking his chest with your fingernails. Sometimes your fingers would dip lower and lower down his stomach, teasing him. Trying to get him to wake. When he finally wakes from his slumber, he’ll begin with by stroking your face softly, a smile on his lips. Before he would immediately dip his fingers in between your legs, finding you to be absolutely wet and ready for him.

Lolz. I'm sorry, I just have a feeling this would be Crosshair's reaction to when Tech and Phee are reunited. 😆 Just Tech and Phee below for anyone that just wants the romantic version. 🥰