#lemony ocs | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

wild-karrde · 1 month

Text

In Command - Part 19

Master List | Previous Part | Next Part

A/N: DESIGN REVIEW IS DONE, SO HERE'S A NEW CHAPTER TO CELEBRATE. As always, thank you to the wonderful @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading for me!

Chapter Rating: M

Warnings: language, mild sexual content

Word Count: 5.8k words

As the mountains of Alderaan rose into view through the purplish haze of the twilight atmosphere, Senna felt her breath catch in her throat. She'd heard of the beauty of this world, but seeing it in person was something else entirely. It was a ludicrous idea to come here, but without any other options, she’d found it hard to argue with Senator Organa’s plan. In spite of her misgivings, some of the weight seemed to lift off of her shoulders, and she finally felt like she could slip free of some of the worries that had been languishing in her mind since they left Lothal.

Tech gently coasted the Marauder into the hangar that had been designated for them, bringing the ship down with a light touch on what appeared to be a private landing platform. The first gust of air that rushed in through the hatch when it opened made it very obvious to Senna how stale the air inside the ship had become. She inhaled deeply, trying to ignore how self-conscious she suddenly felt about her appearance.

Rex was leaning against her heavily as she helped him limp down the Marauder’s steps. He’d insisted Wrecker not carry him this time, but it was clear he was still in plenty of pain, pride be damned. His face was drawn with effort, but Senna could see he was also relieved to be planetside again.

Safe. At least for now.

Bail Organa and several aides were waiting for them on the tarmac. While they were familiar with one another through a few common friends from before the war, it was the first time Senna had ever met the senator in person, and she was struck by the kindness in his eyes. He smiled at them, opening his arms as if he were greeting old friends.

"We're so glad you made it," Organa said warmly, clasping Hunter's arm in greeting. Senna slowly walked forward, firmly holding Rex's arm as he favored his injured leg. The senator’s eyes roved over the two of them, lingering on Rex’s leg and Senna’s half-hidden lightsaber. She pulled her cloak over it nervously.

“You’re among friends,” Organa stated, seemingly sensing Senna’s apprehension. “Everyone here is trusted, and we have kept knowledge of your arrival fairly quiet.”

“Should we move our ship somewhere more discreet?” Tech offered.

The senator shook his head. “This is my private hangar. Only my most trusted staff have access to this facility. No one will know you’re here.”

“With all due respect Senator, how much of your staff do you trust?” Echo asked, one of his eyebrows raising skeptically.

Organa dipped his head in acknowledgement. “I understand your concern. However, I could not do the work I do if I did not have staff that I’d trust with my life, with my family’s life. I assure you they’ve all been vetted and in our service for decades. You will not encounter traitors here.”

Senna felt somewhat comforted by Organa’s reassurances, but she noted that Rex felt tense. While the others had seemingly relaxed, Rex still felt as though he was still on guard, ready for a threat to emerge at any moment. She caught his eye, but he shook his head, refusing to answer the question that lingered in her gaze.

What’s got him wound so tightly?

"Anyhow. We welcome you. And you two," Organa said, apparently not noticing Rex’s tension, "We owe you a great debt. Your work has proved incredibly valuable to our cause. Please allow my medical droids to take a look at the captain's injuries, and take some time to rest and recover here.” He smiled. “You have all earned it."

Senna was hesitant to allow Rex out of her sight again so soon, but he gave her arm a reassuring squeeze before allowing two medical droids to maneuver him into a hovering medchair.

"I'll see you in a bit," he said, giving her a wink.

Senna withdrew her hand from where it had been resting on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around herself and nodding as she forced a smile back at him. She internally chided herself at her nerves, but in reality, Rex and she had never been separated during the entirety of their mission without knowing where the other was. No matter how many reassurances Organa made, it still felt wrong to allow him to just be taken away to some unknown place.

You’re being silly.

Turning back to the group, Senna noticed that Organa was watching her, but if he had any opinions on the slight show of intimacy he'd witnessed, he didn't share them. "Please allow my aides to lead you to your quarters. I hope you find them comfortable and are able to rest and recuperate.”

With that, the senator spoke a few hushed words to his staff before turning and departing, taking the same route Rex and the droids had taken.

A shower would be nice, Senna thought, still fighting down the worries in her mind. I’m sure I smell like a bantha pen.

Senna and the clones followed the aides out of the hangar and onto a private skyway with transparisteel walls that gave a breathtaking view of the area around the palace. Alderaan’s single sun was setting behind the mountains, and the lilac and pink clouds sharpened the last of the lingering light into golden, brilliant rays that reminded Senna of the temple guard lightsabers. The shadows cast by the snow-capped peaks that surrounded the palace stretched out in long purple tendrils that triggered lamplights across the valley to flicker on, casting everything in a soft, warm glow. One of the aides was explaining to Tech how the transparisteel windows could be frosted via a control panel if more discretion was needed or if the sun warmed the passage too much. Senna pressed her fingertips against the surface, relishing slightly in the chill against her skin.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Echo murmured next to her.

“It is,” she agreed, giving him a small smile. “Have you ever been?”

“Once or twice. And after the last few places we’ve been staked out, I have to say I’m enjoying the change of scenery.”

“Hard to complain,” Senna said quietly.

“But?”

She glanced over and met his eyes, his brows furrowed with concern. Rex had always said Echo was quietly observant, picking up on things others didn’t. To her surprise, Senna didn’t feel unnerved; rather, it felt nice to be understood by someone she trusted without having to put her emotions into words.

“Aren’t you nervous?” she asked.

He chuckled. “Of course. But what I’ve found is you sometimes have to take a leap of faith and trust the ones around you. We rely on people to do this work, and worrying about everything that could go wrong rather than focusing on what’s actually happening around you makes you more prone to mistakes. Better to live in the moment and worry about the variables you can control if you ask me.” He nudged her with his shoulder. “Besides, what if everything goes right?”

Senna laughed. “That’d be a first.”

“First time for everything, Senna.”

She sighed, blowing a stray hair out of her face. Echo smiled.

“Come on. Rex is gonna get himself taken care of and cleaned up in whatever med center he’s being taken to. You don’t want to still smell like that when he gets done.”

“You’re no spring rose yourself,” she countered, walking to catch up with the others. Echo fell into step beside her.

He leaned closer with a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. “Maybe not, but I’m counting on sleeping alone tonight.”

Senna felt her face warm, and she shoved Echo, who huffed a laugh as they sped up to catch up to the others.

As they approached the doors of the palace, Senna tipped her head back to get a better look at the sparkling towers looming overhead. The spires reached into the clouds, looking like crystals standing amongst the mountains that surrounded them. After passing through the large, arched doorway, Organa’s staff quickly led them down a long hallway that looked out over a series of gardens, and Senna found herself thinking about walking between the trees with Rex. It was silly and romantic, but the thought warmed her slightly. She smiled to herself.

Live in the moment. Like Echo said. Maybe he’s right.

The staff members led them down several more corridors, seemingly further away from the central part of the palace. Senna was certain she’d get lost in the halls, no matter how much she tried to map their route in her head. Finally, they paused in front of a series of closed doors. The young man Senna had guessed was the one in charge smiled at them, gesturing at the doors.

“These will be the quarters for the duration of your stay here. Please make yourselves at home and relax after your journey. I must ask that you do not go wandering beyond this wing without an escort. You can summon one from the control panel in your room. Clothing and other items have been provided, but should you require anything else, please don’t hesitate to comm one of us.” He paused a beat, as if anticipating questions. Senna glanced around, and aside from Tech, who was still punching away at his datapad, they all looked dead on their feet and eager to land face-first into whatever accommodations they’d been provided. Wrecker was watching Tech warily, and Senna could see he’d put his brother in a headlock if he asked a single solitary question that would keep them from rest. Fortunately, Tech didn’t have any queries, and the aide nodded at the silence.

“Very well. I will send someone to collect you when dinner is ready.”

With that, they were left alone in the hallway, alone. Wrecker was already poking his head in one of the rooms and grinning.

“These are huge! We get our own bunks and ‘freshers!”

Echo smirked. “Good, at least I won’t have to listen to you snore for a few nights.”

Wrecker grunted something Senna couldn’t quite understand, and they all seemed too exhausted to carry on the conversation further, each of them moving to whichever door was closest without any argument over who got what room.

The room wasn’t extravagant by any measure, but it was perfect to Senna. A wide bed sat invitingly against one wall, but Senna passed it by, moving towards the refresher. She knew if she sat on the bed, she wouldn’t have the energy to get back up again, and a cursory sniff of her underarm cemented the fact in her mind that she was long overdue for a shower. Kicking off her boots, and peeling off her socks, she wiggled her toes against the soft rug, glancing around at the desk against one wall and the large window opposite it. A full-length mirror was tucked into one corner next to a door that she guessed led to a closet of some sort.

The refresher itself contained a large tub that Senna considered for a moment before opting for the shower. She turned on the water and stripped out of her torn and dirty clothing, dropping it on the floor to be dealt with later. She inspected her healing injuries in the mirror before her eyes finally met her reflection. Large bags and dark circles framed her eyes, and she released her hair from its bun, rubbing at her sore scalp with a sigh.

Safe for now.

She inhaled sharply when the first drops of the shower hit her skin, but when she grew accustomed to the temperature, she washed her hair and body quickly before resting her forehead against the glass wall, allowing the hot water to beat against her shoulders and back. Closing her eyes, she let some of the tension slip away with a deep exhale, her shoulders dropping away from her ears.

I hope Rex is alright.

Exhaustion settled into the place the stress had vacated. Senna got herself dried off and found some clothes in the small closet that were mostly the right size before collapsing into the bed. She fell asleep before her head even had time to warm the pillow.

—

Rex was so lost in his own thoughts that he almost didn’t hear the slightly-hurried footsteps approaching from behind him. Senator Organa fell into step next to the chair, hands clasped behind him. Rex was quiet as the medchair hummed along, uncertain of what the senator wanted. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but an escort down to the medbay wasn’t it. Organa and he had met a few times before, but never outside of the capacity of captain and senate member. He certainly wouldn’t classify them as friends, and if Rex was honest with himself, he preferred it that way.

Bail Organa had never given him a reason to be mistrustful, but Rex had always struggled with trusting politicians, particularly after Palpatine’s turn. Granted, he’d never fully bought into the former Chancellor’s professed selflessness and altruism, but he still wasn’t sure he’d ever have predicted the plans that had been put in place to allow him to seize power. Even now, he was certain he didn’t grasp the full extent of the plot, of all the ways in which Palpatine had bent the galaxy to his will. He would never be fooled like that again, especially by those that painted themselves as trustworthy.

“I see you and Master Aven have developed quite the rapport,” the senator commented, breaking the silence. Rex glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. He hadn’t missed the fact that the senator had used her Jedi title.

“You knew her then? Before the war ended?” he asked.

“We had a few common friends. I’d never met her in person until today, but yes, I was aware of her various skillsets.”

“You only ever mentioned half of them,” Rex grunted.

The senator stopped walking. “Please speak plainly, Captain.”

Rex took control of his chair and swiveled it to face Organa, trying to keep his emotions in check as he searched for the words. He didn’t like being deceived, and it certainly felt like he had been. “You knew what she was, and you didn’t think it was important that I know that?”

Organa’s mouth drew into a thin line. “I apologize, but I did not feel that information was mine to share. I assumed that, with time, if the two of you grew close, that she’d open up.”

Rex huffed a mirthless laugh. “That was a hell of a gamble on your part.”

“How so?” One of the senator’s eyebrows was raised inquisitively, but a corner of his mouth was quirked upward at an amused angle that annoyed Rex slightly.

“I’m a clone, Senator. We don’t have the best history with someone with her abilities,” ‘Rex replied flatly.

Organa smiled grimly.. “Perhaps, but based on both of your histories and mutual friends, I felt that things would work themselves out.”

Rex sighed, allowing one of the droids to take back over piloting the chair as the senator began walking again. The silence stretched out for a few more moments before the senator spoke again.

“Speaking of mutual friends, have you heard from our young Togruta friend recently?”

Rex’s nostrils flared with anger. This was one sore spot he had with the senator, and Organa seemed to have no issue pressing on it.

“No,” he lied.

“I see.” He couldn’t tell if Organa believed him or not, but frankly he didn’t care. “Should you hear from her, I’d appreciate it if you’d let me know.”

“She’ll reach out to you when she’s ready,” Rex growled.

This time, Organa stepped in front of the chair, and Rex was annoyed that the droid piloting it kept chair from at least bumping the senator in the shins.

“Believe it or not, Captain, I too am invested in her safety.”

“Of course you are. Someone with her abilities is always valuable in this fight,” Rex sniped. He was too tired to put on a polite front and well past caring about it.

Organa heaved a frustrated sigh. “Master Skywalker and Senator Amidala were my friends too, Captain Rex. I know what Ahsoka meant to them, what she means to you. I want her safe as much as you do.”

Rex glared at him for a moment. “Is that why you gave her a commlink at Senator Amidala’s funeral?”

It had always bothered Rex. Ahsoka had been insistent to go to Naboo, to be there for Padmé’s funeral in spite of his concerns. He’d offered to stay with the ship as she slipped into Theed, offering up some flimsy excuse about needing to stand guard. In reality, he’d been afraid, too cowardly to see one more brother under the Empire’s influence, beyond his help, like Jesse had been. And so he’d let her go alone, and that’s when Organa had cornered her, giving her a commlink. Ahsoka had promised him that the senator’s intentions had been to protect her, but Rex had been angry. At that point, he’d admittedly been angry at just about everyone and everything, every politician that had allowed Palpatine to seize power, every person that had made a decision to rob him and his brothers of their agency. In his mind, Organa was just another powerful individual that hadn’t done enough to stop Palpatine’s plan from succeeding, another bureaucrat bogged down with decorum and the “proper” way of doing things.

He only grew a spine after it was too late, Rex had internally seethed as Ahsoka slept in the back of the bomber. And now he wants her help picking up the pieces and fixing the mistakes he and his colleagues made.

After sitting with it for a year, he knew that the truth likely was somewhere between the two extremes, but he still felt like Organa crossed some unspoken line with Ahsoka. Of course, he’d wanted her to stay too, but the choice was hers, and he didn’t want anything to change that. But if Rex was sure of anything, it was that Ahsoka, like her master, was driven by a sense of duty and honor. And Organa giving her that commlink, giving her a way back into the fight and impressing on her how much she was needed in the fight without saying the words, had absolutely planted a seed in her mind. He had to have known that the commlink would serve as a reminder of how needed she was, of how much the galaxy needed the remaining Jedi to fight for it. And Rex knew, without a doubt, that Ahsoka would one day come back because of it.

He just wanted her to have time to grieve, and he was glad she was taking it, as much as he missed her and worried about her. Rex also thought Ahsoka would one day return to the fight, but the last thing he’d ever wanted to do was influence that decision, not after everything she’d been through. And on the off chance he was wrong, then he’d have found a way to be fine with it. This was a decision she was entitled to make on her own, without any guilt or convincing, and in Rex’s mind, Organa had tipped the scales, even if unintentionally.

Bail Organa was looking at Rex with an expression he couldn’t quite interpret.

“I just wanted her to know that she’s not alone. That she still has people out there that will help her if she needs it.” His eyes fell to his feet for a moment, and he swallowed hard before raising his gaze back up to meet Rex’s evenly.

Rex watched the senator for another half a beat before settling back in the chair. “I just want her to have a choice,” he said quietly. “And I don’t want her to feel pressured to do anything.”

Organa nodded. It was clear he had one more lingering thing he wanted to ask, and Rex could guess what it was, but he was still going to make him ask.

“Is she… have you heard…” For once, the normally well-spoken politician seemed to be struggling to find the words, and Rex couldn’t blame him.

There’s no nice way of asking someone if they’re a liar. He knows I’m covering for her.

And he does care. And trusts us enough to bring us here, where his family is.

“She’s safe,” Rex said, conceding slightly. “She reached out a little while ago.”

Organa dropped his eyes to the ground again, nodding. He exhaled hard, as if letting go of a weight.

“Good,” he said softly, and Rex could hear a trace of emotion in his voice. Without another word, the senator stepped out of the path of the chair, and the droid started pushing Rex again. The senator didn’t call Rex out on the fact that he’d initially lied, and to the captain, it felt like some sort of agreement or at least understanding had been reached as Organa fell into step next to him again. Rex decided that was going to have to be good enough for now.

“So how good are your medical facilities here?” Rex asked after a few minutes of silence, hoping the unprompted question served as enough of a peace offering.

“State of the art,” Organa replied with a slight upturn of his mouth. “Should have you back in top shape in a few hours. It looks like you were about as well taken care of as you could be up until now.”

Rex smirked at that. “I was.”

—

Senna wasn’t sure how long she slept, but she was awakened by a weight shifting on the bed. Her eyes flew open to find Rex sitting on the edge of the mattress smiling down at her, one of his hands resting on her shoulder.

“You were snoring,” he teased.

Senna rocketed to a sitting position, her hands pulling at the buttons of his shirt to inspect the wound on his chest. She found it freshly bandaged and looking significantly less red and angry around the edges of the patch. Rex grunted at her poking and prodding, and she withdrew her hands before glancing down at his leg.

“You walked in here?”

“All on my own,” he said with a smile. “It’s a wonder what a soak in a bacta tank can do. Well, that and access to more than just first-aid med supplies.” He winced slightly as he shifted, but Senna could still see that he’d drastically improved.

“How long has it been?” she asked, rubbing at her eyes.

“A few hours. Took me a bit to find my way here.”

“How’d you know what room I was in?”

“I didn’t, but Wrecker was more than happy to redirect me when I disturbed his nap,” he joked. Leaning forward, he pushed some of the hair out of her face. Senna leaned into his touch for a moment before flinging the blankets off of herself and climbing into his lap, wrapping her arms around him. She buried her nose in his neck, inhaling deeply as she cradled the back of his head. Rex relaxed in her embrace, and she felt his arms wrap around her waist, holding her close.

“Is this alright?” she whispered. “I’m not hurting you?”

“Not one bit,” he chuckled, readjusting and hugging her harder to him as if to reassure her.

Senna sighed against him, realizing she hadn’t hugged him like this in a while, not really. She’d wanted to, but there hadn’t been time, and then he’d been injured, and everything falling apart around them, but now, here she was, able to wrap her arms around Rex uninhibited, to feel safe and warm and loved in his embrace. Of course they’d kissed and made love and everything in between, but there was something about how tightly and yet how gently he was holding her, as if he never wanted to know what it felt like to not have her in his arms. She found it hard to tear herself away from his warmth, from how he smelled, from the comfort that was inherently Rex.

“How are you feeling?” he murmured into her shirt.

Senna stroked his head, nuzzling against his throat, and she felt him shudder slightly.

“More rested than I’ve been in a few rotations. This bed is so comfortable, and I’m not just saying that because I was sleeping on the Marauder’s floor most of the time.”

“Is that so?” Rex asked playfully, raising his head to meet her eyes. Senna could see a mischievous twinkle in his brown irises, one she found irresistible. Leaning down, she kissed him gently, but Rex had other plans. Senna found herself sighing as he worked his lips down her cheek to her jawline, pulling her shirt aside to gain access to her neck. “Do you think we should test out how comfortable it is?”

“Are you sure you’re up for it?” she asked breathily, her hands already working at the buttons of his shirt.

“I’d say this is what I’ve looked forward to most in the last few days,” he teased, biting at the soft place where her neck met her shoulder.

Senna grew impatient then, shoving his fumbling hands aside to get her shirt off.

“Well then, I’d say you made some grand promise about the both of us not leaving this room until we were hoarse and walking funny.”

“And I intend to make good on that promise,” Rex chuckled, his palms sliding around her waist and pulling her warm core against his hardening length. Senna groaned as Rex trailed kisses across her collar bone, his hands moving to cup her ass and pull her even closer. She let her head tip back, her eyes closing as she focused on the way Rex’s mouth felt on her skin.

A sharp knock at the door made them both freeze.

“Dinner is ready,” came the familiar voice of Organa’s attendant that had guided them to the rooms earlier. Senna let out a frustrated huff before replying, trying to keep the edge out of her voice.

“We’ll be right out.”

That seemed to satisfy the attendant, and Senna could hear Wrecker grumbling from down the hall when the message was delivered to him a few doors down.

Rex sighed against her skin, and she chuckled quietly, resting her forehead against his.

“We’ll have to pick this back up later, I guess.” Her stomach grumbled loudly, seemingly agreeing that dinner should be the priority.

“Oh, we absolutely will,” Rex agreed. “And there’ll be no interruptions then.”

Senna kissed him deeply one more time before clambering out of his lap. She couldn’t help but giggle as Rex adjusted himself in his pants while she pulled her shirt back over her head. It was a little big, but she didn’t mind. Rex was watching her hungrily as she stood in front of a mirror that was tucked into one corner of the room, pulling her hair into a messy bun on top of her head.

“What?” she asked.

“I just don’t understand how you’re so beautiful,” Rex breathed, and Senna rolled her eyes to hide her blush.

“Please, this is hardly the nicest you’ve seen me look. I don’t recall you swooning when I was in all of my finery on Empire Day.”

Rex stood, closing the space between them to wrap his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder. “I had a lot on my mind then. Mainly, how the kriff I was going to keep from kissing you all night.”

Senna smiled at his reflection in the mirror. “Well good news. No one’s stopping you now.”

Rex spun her around by her hips, leaning down to press his lips to hers as he shuffled her towards the door. “No one could stop me if they tried.”

—

The dining room, like the rest of the palace, had a simple elegance to it that Rex found stunningly beautiful. Vaulting, graceful ceilings curved towards a large window at the end of the hall that looked out over the soft glow of the city. While sometimes simplistic architecture and design could feel cold, there was something about the entire space that felt warm and inviting. The room was bustling when Senna and the clones arrived, with servant droids swarming the table, laying out food and drinks on beautiful blue and purple tablecloths. This particular area was clearly meant for more private dining affairs, smaller than what Rex would expect for a state dinner or other government function.

I’m honestly surprised they let us eat outside of our rooms at all. Organa really does trust his staff.

Wrecker was eyeing every dish that came out as if it were the last food in the system. Rex stood next to him and nudged his shoulder.

“Calm down there Wreck, or the droids are going to think you want to eat them.”

Wrecker looked at the captain with mock indignation in his eyes.

“All we’ve had are ration bars for weeks. Now, we get real food. Almost brings tears to my eyes. Almost.”

Rex laughed, moving towards the table. There were no visible place assignments, but there were more chairs than he’d expected. He noted Senna had gravitated towards a seat towards the one end of the table, and he stood next to her, placing his hands on the back of the chair next to hers.

“Subtle,” she muttered with a hint of a smirk.

“Wasn’t trying to be,” he teased back quietly.

Suddenly, Rex felt something slam into the back of his legs, caving in one of his knees as he let out a surprised grunt. He regained his balance and spun around to see the culprit, a toddler with brunette curls, clinging to his right calf and staring up at him with soft brown eyes and a wide grin. He chuckled, turning and squatting down to be on her level.

“Well, hello there, little one. And who might you be?”

The toddler reached out and wrapped her pudgy hand around one of his fingers, steadying herself between his outstretched hands. She was staring at him with a look of interest, as if sizing him up, and something about her eyes was eerily familiar to Rex. He was certain he’d never met this little girl before, but something about her expression made him feel as if he was meeting an old friend after a long time apart. The little girl babbled at him with only a smattering of words he could somewhat make out, and he laughed.

“Is that so?”

He looked up at Senna and saw her watching him with unmistakable adoration and amusement. Trying to hide the way her gaze made his insides flutter, Rex shot her a lopsided grin before the toddler babbled loudly, clearly trying to refocus his attention on her. He obliged with a soft laugh, turning back to his tiny compatriot.

“You have my undivided attention. I promise.”

Suddenly, a beautiful woman with sharp features and dark hair swept into the room. Rex had never met Breha Organa before, but he immediately recognized her by the pulmonodes that were glowing softly through her gown’s fabric. Her eyes scanned the room before landing on the toddler and widening.

“Leia! There you are!”

She rushed over and picked up the little girl who squealed in delight, reaching towards the woman’s braids and taking one in her hand.

“I’m terribly sorry. She’s just learned to walk, and we can barely keep up with her anymore,” the queen huffed in exasperation.

“It’s quite alright. She was just introducing herself,” Rex assured her.

Breha heaved a sigh before turning to hand the child off to an awaiting nurse droid.

“Please put her down for the night in our room. I’ll tend to her after dinner.”

The droid turned and left the room with the babbling toddler, exiting down the hall the queen had entered from. Leia waved a pudgy hand at Rex, and he returned her wave with a smile, which only made her giggle loudly before disappearing around a corner.

Turning back to face them, the queen smiled, brushing the disturbed braid back over her shoulder.

“I apologize again, I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Breha Organa.”

She extended a hand to Rex, who took it, bowing his head slightly.

“Your highness.”

She smiled back at him. “You must be Captain Rex, and you,” she said, turning to Senna, “must be Senna Aven. It’s a pleasure to welcome you both to our home.”

Senna mimicked Rex, bowing her head slightly. “I’m terribly sorry for the risk we bring with us, my lady. We are forever indebted to you for allowing us to stay here.”

Breha smirked and her eyes twinkled. “Nonsense. After the service you two have provided to our cause, it’s the least we can do. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go introduce myself to the infamous Clone Force 99 before we eat. Please, have a seat and we’ll start dinner once my husband arrives, which should be any moment.”

Senna and Rex both bobbed their heads again as she turned to place a hand on Hunter’s shoulder and extend him a greeting.

She lives up to the legends, Rex thought as he pulled out Senna’s chair for her. She rolled her eyes at his sense of chivalry before sitting down.

As he slipped into the chair next to her, Senna leaned over and whispered, “I’ve heard so much about the queen, but I have to say, she’s even more impressive in person.”

Rex couldn’t stop himself from grinning at the apparent awe that sparkled in Senna’s eyes as she watched the queen speak to Hunter and his brothers. He couldn’t deny that he felt some of that same awe himself. He’d heard of the queen through political channels, but there was something about seeing her in person, pulmonodes proudly on display, that just made her admirable in his eyes as a soldier and a leader. She wanted her people to remember her dedication to them, how she’d sacrificed her body to claim her right to lead them on her Day of Demand. From what little he’d heard, that set of trials was no walk in the park, and the extent of the queen’s injuries confirmed that. The act of displaying her scars so visibly wasn’t something he’d expect out of the stuffy politicians he’d met during the war. She was a warrior.

“I didn’t think the queen was capable of bearing children due to her condition,” Senna whispered.

“She can’t,” Rex replied under his breath. “She and her husband adopted that little girl. Right after the war ended.” He huffed a laugh. “Seems like she’s quite the handful. But I’d have a hard time saying ‘no’ to that face.”

“She’s adorable,” Senna agreed. “And Leia is such a pretty name.”

“Yeah,” Rex replied, still trying to pinpoint what it was about that little girl that was tugging at something at the back of his mind. “Yeah, it is.”

A/N: Pulmonode Breha Organa Supremacy. That is all.

Tag List: @redheadgirl @cyarbika @witchklng @djarrex @arctrooper69 @sleepingsun501 @ladytano420 @rexxdjarin @echos-girlfriend @zoeykallus @leftealeaf @galacticgraffiti @hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall @ariadnes-red-thread @goblininawig @merkitty49 @fives-lover @ladykatakuri @runforrestr @baba-fett @daimyosprincess @bucketbunny99 @fordo-kixed-rex @nerd-ika @amish---paradise @arctrooperechy

28 notes · View notes

vilandel · 19 days

Text

Next Gen Inccorect Quotes II ♣️💘

*A boy tries to flirt with Anastasia* Joshua: So you have chosen death. *Prepares a dark portal* Lemony: *Has obsidian knives floating around him* Finral: Who taught them... LANGRIS!!! Langris: I just told them how to protect their sister accordingly. Finral: By potentially killing any of Anastasias potential boyfriends? Langris: Don't tell me you're not protective over your little princess each time a boy looks at her. Finral: Okay, this is true... BUT I DON'T THREAT THEM WITH DEATH OR ANYTHING!

#Black Clover #Black Clover Incorrect Quotes #Black Clover Next Gen ♣️💘#Black Clover OC #My Black Clover OC ☘️#Joshua Roulacase #Lemony Roulacase #Finral Roulacase #Langris Vaude #Anastasia Roulacase #Just so you know Langris is also an overprotective uncle #Same with his daughters^^

18 notes · View notes

arachnidsgrippysocks · 4 months

Text

You 8etter get ready to run, 'cause here we come!!!!!!!!

@harshing-your-buzz

#bis - art #mlp #my little pony #mlp oc #batpony #hippogriff #lemonyfresh #shimmyshake #cupcakes hd #cupcakes mlp #artists on tumblr #digital art #parody #tw drugs #idk figured id tag cuz like lemony is tweakin or someshit constantly #my ocs #friend stuffs

24 notes · View notes

harshing-your-buzz · 7 months

Text

did i evver post this??? idk

#mlp #oc #ponysona #furry #lemony fresh harshing your buzz #art

37 notes · View notes

lemony-snickers · 1 year

Text

friday flash fic fest(s)

some mini-fics written from submitted prompts:

1 - "i've got you" (kakashi x oc)

2 - "i have so much love for you i almost don't know what to do with it." (kakaobi)

3 - "could you please come and get me?" (kakashi x gn!reader)

4 - "can you read to me?" (shino x oc)

5 - "where's my goodnight kiss?" (kakashi x gn!reader)

6 - "let me help you" (kakashi x oc - tw blood)

7 - reunion kiss (kakagai)

8 - kissing to make someone jealous (kakashi x gn!reader)

9 - kissing their injuries (obito x oc)

10 - kissing to shut them up (kakashi x fem!reader)

11 - kissing their injuries (yamato x fem!reader)

12 - first kiss (tenzo x gn!readre)

13 - angry kiss (obito x fem!reader - tw blood, biting, alcohol, swearing)

14 - kissing to get their attention (kakayama)

#kakashi x reader #tenzo x reader #yamato x reader #obito x reader #shino x oc #obito x oc #kakaoc #kakaobi #kakagai #kakayama #lemony scribbles

84 notes · View notes

raphaelcarrard · 1 month

Text

Umm a Lemon... 🍋

6 notes · View notes

punkwithapencil · 5 months

Text

greetings to all 10 people in the snicketverse fandom... may i offer u my oc fritz,, because monty deserves a bf

this is him at an early stage of the little timeline I have for him, when he’d just started becoming addicted to MM, later on he begins rotting more + his face gets all fucky, basically turning into a zombie. hope u guys like him :)

#asoue #lemony snicket #snicketverse #a series of unfortunate events #asoue books #snicket #baudelaire #asoue fanart #asoue netflix #asoue movie #asoue oc #oc #oc reference #oc ref sheet

11 notes · View notes

inc0gnit0-m0de · 4 months

Text

I need to fix this bitch bc his lore is EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!!!!

#hellspawn ramblings #lemony artssss #dsaf #oc art #dsaf oc #rowan's literally in need of a rewrite

9 notes · View notes

lemon-drop-soda · 5 months

Text

The latest batch of commissions I've done!

Casemon (A BG3 Tav) Tate Frost (Frostbite) Yasuhiro Soga (my OC) Dull Steel (A FFXIV WoL)

They're still open btw so... Commission info

#male weight gain #bhm #body hair #bare chest #chub #lemon's art #lemony ocs #yasuhiro #commissions #finished commissions #sketch commissions

73 notes · View notes

yanderu-deredere · 1 year

Text

taste. (extras)

★ the aftermath of the both literal and metaphorical fuck-fest you had with your newfound werewolf pack

a/n: idk just wanted to put the points of view of the yanderes as their own thing so here's that on here LOL

also i just wanted to write a thing to remind yall that im SOFT and SWEET and its all about CUDDLING here on this WHOLESOME MINECRAFT SERVER

part one (bite.) ★ part two ★ (chew.) ★ extras (bite and chew.) ★ part three ★ (swallow) ★ part four (digest.)

pairing: poly werewolves x male reader word count: 1302

warning: bottom reader with male parts and pronouns, stereotypical werewolf scent stuff, mentions of marking (both scent wise and with bruises/bites)

Mel sighed, wiping himself of with a wet tissue.

If he thought that Isamu and Leonard were a handful, he was really signing himself up for something with the three of you. But, he supposed, Mother Moon knew he'd be able to handle it.

After all, the pull to you was even stronger than his pull towards his other two mates so he knew your rightful place was beside them.

He just needed to get used to cleaning up all three of his mates' messes now.

First, of course, was Isamu because he was for sure the least grumpy out of all three of them. And, also, the one with the most stamina so he'd for sure help out.

"C'mon, pup." Mel cupped the back of the back of Isamu's neck, pressing a soft kiss to Isamu's temple as he whispered in his ear, careful not to jostle the other two. "Careful now."

Isamu woke slowly but, like always, his moves were careful and calculated despite the sleepy look in his eyes.

"I?" Isamu leaned back, resting his bare ass against his ankles as he tried to remember what the hell happened during his momentary rut.

Mel saw when the recognision hit him because Isamu scrambled back, his now deflated knot pulling out easily.

"I-I-I--" Isamu stuttered out, his eyes flickering all over their new mate, assessing exactly what damage he'd made.

Mel knew the feeling. He'd spent a good long while staring too. You were a beauty before, when he first saw you in the forest.

You were even more beautiful now, with Isamu and Mel's bitemarks and bruises all over you and Leonard's scratches littered along your thighs.

"Calm down, Sam. It's fine." Mel cupped the back of Isamu's neck again, pressing another kiss to his temple. "Are you okay? You tired?"

Isamu looked up at Mel, those lost hazel eyes looking so nervous that it made Mel chuckle. But he gave Isamu time to think, to assess how he truly felt.

Mel would stand tall and firm, would be the hard rock that his mates needed to rest against.

"I-I'm fine." Isamu finally muttered after a few minutes.

Mel grinned, happy to hear that his mate was okay. His palm moved from Isamu's neck to his cheek where he drew him close to press a soft kiss against his lips

"Why don't you go clean yourself up, I'll wake up Sleeping Beauty and the three of us can take care of our new mate, hmmm?" Mel offered, knowing it was the only way he could talk Isamu into leaving your side.

Even then, Isamu looked hesitant, his eyes darting from you to Mel and back. Finally, he seemed to realise that he didn't have much of a choice because he slowly nodded and left the couch.

Mel almost laughed at how he hobbled a little.

That, of course, left him with the arduous task of separating you from Leonard without waking you up.

He had thought it would be hard but, actually, when he shifted you, you stayed asleep. He worried you were dead for a second but he checked on you and it really was that they took a lot out of you.

Made sense. Isamu and Leonard pretty much overstimulated you to hell and back just in between the two of them.

Mel wanted to be free of blame but he could admit he was part of the problem seeing as he basically just kicked back and watched.

He carefully laid you back and lifted Leonard into his arms. Like always, Leonard just laid there, giving little to no resistance. HIs head even lolled over, resting against Mel's chest.

Mel pressed a kiss to his forehead and brought him to the bathroom where Isamu was already filling the sink with warm water and readying the towels.

The two worked together, soaking the towels with warm water and wiping Leonard down till he was coherent enough to wonder what the fuck was going on.

"Where is he?"

"Calm down." Mel immediately clutched Leonard to his chest to prevent him from going feral and guarding over your body like an overprotective wolf over its own pups.

"He's in the living room. He's fine. We were just going to clean you up and then we're going to go with some warm towels and clean him up." Mel explained, his broad hand running through Leonard's soft blonde locks "You need to calm down or you'll trigger another rut and he won't be able to handle that."

Leonard panted, his nails digging into Mel's biceps, but he nodded frantically. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt you. He knew you weren't like them, that you were softer, more easily breakable.

He didn't want to break you.

When Mel felt like Leonard wouldn't run to you the first chance he'd get, he let go of him and Leonard sagged a little, feeling like his skin was too tight over his body, like he itched.

He wanted to see you but he didn't want to panic and make himself feel worse so he just itched his arms and focused on Mel.

Isamu felt the same. He had better control because Mel had been training him longer but you took that control and crushed it in your hand like paper.

You made him feel so weak and he loved it.

The last thing he wanted was to lose that control and hurt you though so he wrapped his arm around Leonard's shoulders and kissed his forehead before handing him some sweatpants and a crop top.

When the two of them dressed (as slowly as possible, Mel insisted) and washed their faces with cold water, they were finally allowed to take some damp warm towels over to you.

You were still where Mel left you, all splayed and vulnerable, open and trusting.

The inside of your wrist was raw and bitten from Isamu. Leonard could see where he reached back and clawed at the tops of your thighs, near your pelvis. They were already puffing up. There were even various bites along your shoulder and neck from Mel.

They really did a number on you.

Leonard sat down on the couch first, moving you so your cheek rested on his leg.

With the warm towels he had, he gently dabbed at the hickeys and bites along your shoulders, making sure not to scrub or rub and irritate it.

Mel sat down too, gently wiping along the grain of the scratches on your thighs,m making sure to be gentle with them so he wouldn't irritate them either.

Then, Isamu sat on the floor and took your wrist, tears threatening to spill from his eyes as he took your wrist and pressed several apology kisses on it before he dabbed at it with a warm cloth.

They wiped you down till all the stickiness and lube was completely gone, till you were clean and comfortable. Then, they dressed you in their clothes.

You wore Isamu's sweatpants, one of Leonard's shirts and Mel's cleanest pair of used boxers. If you asked, it was because your clothes were covered in cum (Mel had a bout of insanity and came all over them) but, in reality, they liked you being covered in their scent.

Lastly, they positioned themselves around you, cuddling all around you.

Leonard plastered himself against your front immediately, his face already nosing against your jugular like he couldn't get enough of your scent. Isamu was against your back, his arms sneaking around your sides.

Mel had the unfortunate position of being under all of you, your head resting against his collar, Isamu's head against his bicep and Leonard's head on his chest.

He'd been in this position enough times to know that he'd wake up not feeling anything in the morning. Not that he'd complain seeing as he loved having all his mates in his arms like this.

Plus, Mel knew that Isamu and Leonard wouldn't be able to handle being away from you for a while, especially when they hadn't officially marked you.

To Isamu and Leonard, you could easily be stolen away and they wouldn't be able to stand it.

So the three of you would sleep on the amply sized couch, comfortable and safe. Mel would make sure of it. He'd keep all of you safe, forever.

#yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere #oc x reader #male oc #male werewolf x reader #werewolf oc x reader #werewolf x reader #chaptered #lemony content #melchior #isamu #leonard

288 notes · View notes

fandom-friday · 8 days

Note

A couple ways to get hurt this week:

The Hostage series, by @kybercrystals94

https://www.tumblr.com/kybercrystals94/746217418255384576/the-hostage-part-5

Listen - Kyber doesn’t go easy in their fics, so you can basically expect to get your heart shattered. But this little series has me on the edge of my seat, with the worry and anxiety of TBB after Omega is taken hostage. I can’t wait to see where this one goes!!

The Last Word by @ariadnes-red-thread

https://www.tumblr.com/ariadnes-red-thread/705732688009691136/chapter-one-burn-with-laughter-series

18+! I re-read the first chapter of this fic and I absolutely adore the way they wrote this awkward morning-after-drunk sex encounter between OC Mal and Fives. The “oh shit what did I do” morphs into some panty-combusting memories. The best part is that we see the memories from both sides and I tell you - the heat is THERE. 🔥🔥 The way she writes Fives is cocky, but also self-deprecating and perfect. ❤️ Love her version so much and intrigued by Mal. Again - can’t wait to see where this one goes!

Finally, Freeze Thaw by AnEchoInHere

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49683310?view_adult=true

This one is about Echo almost dying on a mission and therefore heavy on the Echo Whump. Honestly it’s Wrecker’s guilt that does me in every time. Bring the tissues. ❤️❤️

OOOOH I love all of these. I've read The Last Word, and I LOOOOVE where Aria is going with it. Mal is FANTASTIC and I love how Aria writes Fives and his interactions with Mal. And The Hostage and Freeze Thaw both seem like PHENOMENALLY angsty fics that are going to curb-stomp my emotions. I KNOW WHAT I'M ABOUT. Thanks so much for sending this list in!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

14 notes · View notes

wild-karrde · 7 months

Text

Part 1: The Antagonist

Series Master List | Next Part

A/N: ALRIGHT. SO. I REWROTE THE FIRST PART OF THIS SERIES. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. As always, THANK YOU TO THE OUTSTANDING @teletraan-meets-jarvis FOR BETA READING THIS FOR ME!

Pairing: Gregor x f!Reader (nicknamed Bolts)

Rating: E 18+ MINORS BEGONE

Warnings: language, fingering, voyeurism, PiV sex, oral sex, impact play/spanking, Fives cameo

Word Count: 6.5k words

The bass of the music in 79s is damn near deafening as you step inside the bar, almost immediately spotting the magenta and grey paint of the 28th Combat Wing’s armor in their favored booth against the wall. What stands out more was the yellow hatch-marked commando armor sitting amongst them. Your teeth immediately find the inside of your cheek, gnawing away to ease your annoyance.

Fucking Gregor. Dammit.

You’ve been looking forward to this all week, but of course that fucking commando is here. Maker alive, he’s infuriating, but you aren’t about to let him ruin your night out. You have to cash out on all of the booze Chuckles owes you at some point, and he’s so rarely planetside, your opportunities are limited.

But why did it have to be the night that asshole is also around?

You’re not sure what exactly about Gregor gets under your skin. Maybe it’s his cocky smirk or his stupid hair or that ridiculous giggle that sounds like an inebriated fathier whinnying. Or maybe it’s the way he seems entirely unbothered by you. No matter what it is, Gregor’s got you figured and loves to dig his finger into that sore spot whenever he gets the chance. He’s already spotted you from across the room, raising an eyebrow as you start heading in his direction.

Not tonight, asshole.

You square your shoulders, swaying your hips a bit more than necessary. None of them have ever seen you out of your mechanic’s jumpsuit, and you’d picked your favorite (and only) dress for the occasion. It’s a simple, strappy black number, short, but not too short, shimmery, and easy enough to get into and out of should the need arise. After all, you deserve a little bit of attention. And maybe a good lay. If you can find one.

Gregor says nothing as he sips his beer, but his eyes never leave you, raking from your toes to your eyebrows as you nudge Chuckles and slide into the booth next to him.

“I’m sorry, I’m saving this seat for some greasy mechanic I owe a few drinks to,” Chuckles teases, slipping his arm over the back of the booth behind you.

“Oh, my apologies. Mind if I keep it warm until she gets here?” you joke back, playfully ruffling his mohawk, which is currently a deep purple color.

Crater rolls his eyes while Stones leans over, whispering that you look very nice, making you duck your head bashfully. Chuck flags down a waiter droid.

“What’ll it be, Bolts?” he asks, invoking the nickname he’d given you.”Just don’t break my non-existent bank account.”

“I’ll have a whiskey, please,” you request. Gregor raises an eyebrow again.

You feel annoyance tighten your chest. “What?” you ask sharply.

“Here we go,” mumbles Guin under his breath.

Gregor shrugs. “Just didn’t peg you for the whiskey type.”

“Oh, do enlighten me as to what type you thought I’d be, Captain.”

“Alright, alright, your seat’s not even warm yet,” Chuck mutters. He leans closer, speaking directly into your ear. “What is your damage with him?”

You sniff delicately, as if Chuckles has somehow misread the constant bickering between Gregor and you. “Nothin’. I just asked a question.”

Chuck rolls his eyes before sliding the whiskey in front of you. “Just drink this so you’ve got less of a stick up your ass.”

You glare at him, but accept the drink anyway, enjoying the slight burn in your throat and the warmth that settles into your belly.

It doesn’t take too many whiskeys before you feel yourself start to relax, some of the tension leaving your shoulders. You laugh at Chuckles’s terrible jokes, chat with Crater about the last bolo ball game, and even get Sticks to come out of his shell a bit, convincing him to regale you with the stories behind Chuckles’s most ridiculous injuries. The entire time, you notice Gregor’s stealing glances at you, and your confidence grows.

Let the bastard look.

You lean forward to take another sip of whatever drink Chuckles has ordered for you now. You let your cleavage rest on the table as your tongue wraps around the straw, pulling it between your lips. You glance up in time to see Gregor watching you over the rim of his glass. His eyes are on your breasts, but they quickly flick up to meet your gaze. You roll your eyes at his obvious leering, leaning back into the crook of Chuckles’s shoulder. The pilot seems somewhat surprised, but doesn’t move to pull away. Gregor says nothing, but something in his eyes seems to flare for a moment.

You’re imagining things.

As the evening progresses, Crater graciously excuses himself to head back to the barracks and catch up on some reports. As soon as their commanding officer disappears towards the bar to settle his tab, tongues loosen, and suddenly the conversation turns to romantic encounters. Unfortunately, the boys haven’t spent enough time planetside to rack up anything too salacious, so it isn’t long before you become the target of the conversation.

“C’mon, Bolts. What’s been your wildest night?”

“A lady never kisses and tells.”

“Who said anything about kissing?”

“And since when are you a lady?” You elbow Chuck for that comment, shooting him a glare with no real heat behind it.

“Oh, come on. There has to have been something that you’d consider memorable.”

You shrug. “Not lately.”

“No game or nothing worth writing home about?”

“You guys sure are nosey.”

“We’ve got to live vicariously through you, Bolts.”

You laugh, growing bolder as the liquor in your stomach warms you. “There was a guy a few weeks back. He did his best, and it was probably better sex than I’d had in a while, but that’s not saying much with the losing streak I’ve had going. Thinking of giving up and just going with the battery-powered lovers from here on out. At least then I get to finish.”

Stones groans in despair for your lackluster love life and Chuckles cackles loudly. “You sure do know how to pick ‘em, Bolts.”

You shrug. “It’s been a struggle.”

“Maybe you’re just looking in the wrong places.”

Gregor had been quiet for the last little while, but that comment from him draws your attention. And your ire.

“And what would you know about making a woman cum, Captain?” you sneer.

He grins cheekily. “Plenty.”

“I bet you couldn’t make a woman orgasm if your life depended on it,” you bite back.

Chuckles huffs in annoyance next to you. Gregor swirls the whiskey he’s switched to in the light, watching the legs of the liquid trail down the side of the glass.

“I’ll take that bet.”

It’s the first time he’s ever really openly antagonized you, and something about the way he’s looking at you sets your blood boiling and a very different sort of blaze licking up your spine. Your eyes lock onto one another, and for reasons you can’t explain, you feel heat pool between your legs. You adjust in the booth, and while the others are guffawing about something else Chuckles said to lighten the mood, Gregor notes the way your thighs rub together. He smirks, and you scowl back as your annoyance battles for control with the sudden tingle that ripples through your nerves. After another few minutes, you excuse yourself, unsure of where you’re heading.

Just need to get away from him for a minute.

Your feet carry you towards the back of the bar where it’s darker. You pass plenty of bodies pressed together, panting, sweating, and moaning in the dim lighting. Suddenly, you feel a hand in the small of your back, pressing you towards one unoccupied corner that’s far from any prying eyes. You whirl to find Gregor smirking down at you.

“I-I was looking for the ‘freshers,” you sputter.

“Now love, I don’t think that’s true at all,” he responds. “I think you were looking for trouble.”

You regain your bearings, scoffing at him as he backs you into the corner. You feel the heat grow between your legs, and you hate how your panties are sticking to you as he pins you against the wall, one arm braced next to your head as he leans closer, smirking. You can smell his sweat and his drink and his skin, and a sudden shiver rips through you. You jut your chin out defiantly.

“What do you want, Gregor?” you snap.

“Same thing as you.”

“And what’s that?”

He chuckles before leaning even closer to you, his voice rasping in your ear. “To make you cum.”

You snort indignantly, but your legs are trembling underneath you.

“The question is,” he continues. “How best to make that happen? Are you one of those lovers that wants to be taken roughly, with me buried deep in that sopping cunt of yours while I hold a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet? Or do you need me to build you up more slowly, take my time until you fall apart?” His fingers trail up your thigh, slipping under the fabric of your dress before digging into your skin slightly. He presses forward, slotting a knee between your legs, and your breathing quickens. His eyes are watching you as his fingers find the hem of your panties on your hip, and he twists the string of delicate lace around his knuckle.

“Now this feels like something you were hoping someone would take off of you tonight. That the case, love?”

You swallow hard.

“You want me to take these off of you?”

“No.”

He pulls his hand away immediately, clearly thinking he’s misread things, but you lock your fingers around his wrist. His eyes find yours in the darkness, the question in them apparent.

“I want you to make me cum with them on.”

His trademark smirk reappears, his fingers slipping back under your dress, drifting between your legs to press your clit through the thin fabric. He’s more sure of himself now, more certain you want this, and as much as you hate it, you absolutely fucking do.

“All worked up just from thinking about me? You’re practically soaked,” he murmurs.

“You talk a lot,” you mutter.

He chuckles against your ear. “I think you like when I talk.” His fingers find the hem of your panties between your legs, and you feel him push the lacy fabric aside, tracing through your dripping folds. “I think you like hearing all the ways that I think about fucking you, and trust me, I’ve thought about it a lot.” His first finger finds its way inside you, and you gasp, hitching one leg over his hip as your hands fly to his shoulders to find purchase. Gregor’s watching you as your lips part, your head thunking back against the wall as he slips a second finger inside you.

“That’s it, love. Let go for me. Let me take care of you.”

“I really don’t like you,” you try to snarl, but it comes out more of a whine.

He chuckles. “I think you want to dislike me, but that’s becoming more difficult.”

Your reply dies on your tongue, replaced by a gasp. His fingers are so thick and deliciously calloused. When they finally find that spongy place inside you, you dig your teeth into your lower lip to stifle a moan. He crowds you further against the wall, bearing down on that place inside you. “None of that now. Let me hear you.”

“Fuck you.”

“I might let you if you’re nicer,” he teases.

You dig your nails into the back of his neck, and he gasps lightly before he nudges the strap of your dress aside with his nose and bites down on the flesh of your shoulder. You groan out his name.

“Gregor.”

“That’s right. You like this, don’t you? Being back here where anyone could see you falling apart on my fingers.”

You suddenly become aware of just how exposed you are, and in spite of yourself, it thrills you. Glancing back over at the table, you see the boys are all still seated and chattering away, completely oblivious as to what’s going on. You’re mostly glad they’re not paying attention.

Mostly.

Gregor notes where your gaze has drifted. “You want them to watch, hm? I could call the others over. Have them see you finally get what you deserve.” You whimper, clenching around his fingers as he slips a third one in. “Oh, you liked that, didn’t you? You’re filthy, love. Maybe another time. Right now, I want you all to myself.”

You’re practically riding his palm right now, the man you’ve hated for months, but Maker above, you’re not about to stop. There’s something so deliciously obscene about how you never could have predicted this moment, and yet, here you were, fueled by need and anger and something else you can’t quite place. The music is faint enough back in this corner that you can hear the obscene wet noises coming from between your legs. You’re both sweating, foreheads pressed together, panting in each other’s faces.

“Gregor, I’m close.” It might be the first time you’ve said his name without a snarl tacked onto the last syllable.

“I know you are, love. Be good for me and soak my hand, yeah?”

You glare at him with heated eyes, mustering your last bit of defiance. “Make me.”

He sucks at the place just below your ear. “With pleasure.” With that, he presses against your clit with his thumb, circling slowly with just the perfect amount of pressure. Your mind goes fuzzy, teetering on the brink as he buries his face in your neck, panting against your sweaty skin. Your eyes rove the bar around you once more as Gregor’s thumb presses more firmly against the bundle of nerves between your legs. No one near you is paying any attention to you, mostly focused on their own partners, but a pair of piercing brown eyes draw your attention, and you lock gazes with Crater from across the bar.

He must have gotten sidetracked or decided to have one more drink away from his men as he closed out his tab, but either way, there he is, seemingly watching you ride Gregor’s fingers. His expression doesn’t change as your eyes find his. He brings his glass to his lips, his gaze unwavering as he surveys you. You’re not even absolutely certain he’s looking at you in this dimly lit mass of bodies, but you think he is, and that’s enough to send you flying towards the edge of your orgasm. You cum hard, your vision whiting out as you topple over the precipice. Gregor presses his mouth to yours, swallowing your scream, and you bite down on his bottom lip as you ride out your high. When the aftershocks have finally subsided, you slump against the wall as Gregor pulls his hand from between your legs. He holds you up, resting his chin on your shoulder as he pants against your skin.

Glancing back at the bar, you note Crater’s gone. If he was even actually there in the first place.

“I… still don’t like you,” you mutter between gulps of air.

He chuckles. “Keep telling yourself that, love.”

When your breathing finally steadies and your legs become usable again, he stands back, watching you as you straighten your clothes. You try to recompose yourself, smoothing your hair, and he grins. You roll your eyes at him, and he chuckles, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Looks like I won that bet.” He kisses you on the cheek, which infuriatingly makes your face flush with heat. You glare at him as he turns to leave, but you grab his arm again. In spite of months of derision and grumbled comments, you want more.

And you want it now.

His expression is puzzled, and you relish in it as you step closer to grip his rock-hard length on the outside of his pants, making him gasp. You whisper directly into his ear, ensuring only he’ll hear.

“Wait five minutes and then follow me outside. I’ll have a cab waiting.”

“What for?”

You kiss him, running your tongue over the inside of his lip before patting his cheek, enjoying the way he groans and the surprised look on his face.

“Double or nothing. But this time you can't use your hands.”

With that, you turn on your heel, heading back towards the table. Your fingers wander nervously over the fabric of your dress, ensuring there’s no wrinkle or strap out of place that would give away what happened in that dark corner. You pull your hair over one shoulder, hoping it covers the stinging mark where Gregor’s teeth found purchase against your skin. Chuckles glances up as you get closer, his eyes seemingly taking in everything you’d hoped to hide, but his expression doesn’t change. Heat rises in your cheeks, and you try to meet his gaze with a level stare of your own.

“Everything alright, Bolts?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking I’ll head out. Got a long one tomorrow.”

“Want me to walk you home?”

“No. I mean, I’m good. But thank you. Don’t want to be a bother.”

Chuck nods.

“We all good here then? Don’t need me to settle up anything?” you ask.

Chuckles grins. “All good, but we’re even now, right?”

You smirk. “You wish, bud. You owe me at least two more nights like this before I’d call us even.”

The pilot rolls his eyes, but you wink before making your way back through the crowd and out the front door of the bar.

The night air is chilly, or at least it makes you shiver as the breeze hits your sweaty skin. You wrap your arms around yourself, eyeing the area where taxis usually could be flagged down. There’s a large crowd gathered, and apparently, it’s a slow night with the cabs. You shift your weight on your feet nervously, weighing your options. You’d rather not stand in a crowd with Gregor. Your cunt throbs between your legs, still slick from the orgasm the commando wrenched from you, and still craving more. There’s a moment of sharp clarity where you realize what just occurred, what you’ve propositioned. You pause to consider it.

Yes, you’ve always disliked Gregor for whatever imagined slights you’ve clung to, but you’ve just allowed him to pleasure you better than any lovers in recent memory, perhaps ever. And he followed through on his promise, and has seemingly agreed to do it again, wrenching another orgasm from you. If he was actually a sleamo, you’d have never let him touch you, and now, your mind really tries to pinpoint what it is about him that’s always pissed you off. He’s good looking, and he knows it, and he’s always been able to read you, seemingly finding the most annoying places to press into. Well, until he found a very different sort of place to press against tonight, one that made your legs tremble and your nerves flare with electricity. You still can’t quite put your finger on what it is about him that makes you angry, but you’re definitely certain about the reasons you want him to fuck you now.

It was unexpected, impulsive, almost taboo, and that made it more thrilling. And him being so eager to pull another orgasm from you? Well, that’s new. Even with your shared history, you’ve never met a man so focused on you, and deep down, you like the attention. Even if it is Gregor.

You turn back towards the club, and see the lanky commando just exiting. As much as you’d love to take him back to your apartment and fuck in a real bed, something about it seems too intimate, even with your revelations. In your mind, it’s almost some sort of concession, admitting that you’ve enjoyed him enough to be vulnerable, to allow him into your space. And that’s not something you’re ready for, at least not yet. You just want a release. Well, more than the one he’s already given you, and you’re not feeling patient enough to wait for a cab. You lock eyes with him, jerking your head towards one of the alleys.

He seems to take your cue, following behind you as you stride in between the two buildings, picking your way around a few couples that seemed to have the same idea. You’re pretty sure one of them is that ARC with the tattoo on his temple from the 501st, but it’s hard to tell with the way he’s bent over the woman he’s fucking against the wall. As you walk past, she moans out “Fives,” and confirms your suspicions. A sharp thrill of anticipation snakes through you.

Gregor might fuck you like that in a minute.

You think he might grab your hand to lead you through the alley, but he allows you to lead, hovering just half a step behind you without touching you. And that almost seems to make the space between you fizzle with anticipation. As soon as you get far enough past the other pairs to give yourselves a semblance of privacy, you finally feel warm hands snake around your waist. Gregor spins you, pinning you against the wall. You hiss as the cool bricks scrape against your bare shoulder blades, but it’s more from surprise than anything else.

“What do you want, love?” Gregor asks, hands already wandering your body. The lighting out here is only a little better than inside 79s, but the shadows work in his favor, sharpening his features and somehow making his eyes more piercing.

Karking hells, he’s hot.

“I want you to fuck me hard against this wall until I cum as many times as I need to,” you gasp, arching into his touch as he squeezes your breast over your dress.

The corner of his mouth lifts into a triumphant smirk, one that would normally make you snarl at him, but he’s already got you unraveling. “Yeah? I think I can do that. Just gotta help me get ready.” He guides your hand between his legs, and you feel his cock through his pants again. He’s softened a little in the last few minutes since you’d separated, and while you could probably get him hard again just by stroking him, you want to turn the tables and get him back on his heels a bit.

You want to wipe that smirk off of his stupidly handsome face. You want him to whimper for you.

Pushing him away from you, you squat down, carefully balancing on your toes, and start working to free his cock from his pants. Luckily, he’d opted to not wear any armor above his knees tonight, and it only takes a moment to fish out your prize. He’s long, and so thick and warm in your grasp. You feel your mouth watering already at the prospect of what you’re about to do.

“Oh, Maker, Bolts. Is that what you want?” he asks, and you feel his cock twitch against your palm.

You say nothing, glaring up at him before you slip him past your lips. You groan as you taste him, tracing his shaft and flicking at the head of his cock with your tongue. Gregor’s mouth falls open slightly, and he gives you exactly what you’d hoped for, a whine high in his throat. You take him deeper, relishing in the way he stretches your jaw, even as his head brushes the back of your throat. With watering eyes, you drag your tongue along the bottom of him, pulling back enough to wrap your fingers around his length, twisting as you take him again. Gregor hisses out a curse between clenched teeth, and you hum, smirking around your mouthful. The commando stares down at you, clinging to what’s left of his composure.

“Now love, I thought the rule was no hands?” he scolds breathlessly, reaching down to grab both of your wrists. He pins them against the wall with one of his massive hands, stepping closer and thrusting gently into your mouth. Your head rests against the wall, and all you can do is open your jaw wider to accommodate him as he presses even closer. He keeps your hands pinned against the wall, interlacing his fingers with yours. “Squeeze if it’s too much, but I’m not going to go easy. Not with the way you’ve run that mouth at me.” He’s teasing, and you raise an eyebrow, grazing him with your teeth. He reaches down, gripping your jaw firmly.

“Oh, I’m going to enjoy this,” he grits out darkly, and you shiver at how the hoarse, lighthearted rasp of his voice has turned to a deep gravel that promises to ruin you. Without further preamble, Gregor snaps his hips into you until you choke. He watches you for a moment, and when you don’t squeeze his hand, he starts fucking your mouth without abandon. You focus on breathing through your nose as he drives his cock into your throat, running your tongue along the bottom of his shaft, trying to find the place that’ll make him come undone. Tears stream from your eyes, surely ruining your makeup, and rivulets of saliva slide over your lips, dribbling down your chin and neck. Gregor’s too far gone to note your efforts with your tongue, swearing under his breath as he uses you.

And as much as you dislike him, you love this.

Even if you’ll never admit it.

You can feel your pulse between your legs, and your pussy is begging for some sort of stimulation. You flex your wrists experimentally to see if you’ll be allowed one hand to touch yourself with, but Gregor tightens his grip.

“That greedy little cunt is going to have to wait,” he rasps, glancing down at your pleading eyes with the smuggest expression imaginable. “I’m going to get my credits worth out of your mouth first.” With that, he pushes to the back of your throat, burying your nose in the dark curls at his base, and he holds you there. Your vision blurs with tears, and he’s cut off your air, but fuck you love it.

You feel his thumb trace your hand, reminding you that you can squeeze anytime to have him release you, but tapping out at this point would mean letting him win, and you’re not about to do that.

After what feels like an eternity, he pulls out of your mouth, and you gasp for air as a thick string of spit connects the two of you. You gasp and choke as you try to catch your breath, but Gregor is already pulling you to your feet, spinning you to face the wall and pushing your dress up and your panties to the side. Your knees protest as pins and needles snake down your calves where the blood flow was cut off in your squatting position, but you don’t have time to complain as Gregor kicks your feet apart, lining himself up with your entrance.

“You ready to cum on my cock, love?”

Your voice feels rough as you reply. “We’ll see if you can make me.”

Gregor pulls the strap of your dress off your shoulder, freeing your breast, which he immediately grabs, pinching your nipple. In spite of yourself, your head falls back against his shoulder as you try to press the tender flesh into his palm. He squeezes roughly as he takes your earlobe in his teeth, chuckling.

“Oh, I’ll make sure you can still feel me all day tomorrow. And that you’ll be back for more.”

The snarled retort is on the tip of your tongue when he sheathes himself fully in you in one stroke, and it’s strangled by the high-pitched gasp that rips out of you. Gregor crowds you against the wall, practically lifting you up on your toes with every thrust. You’re going to be sore tomorrow, you’re certain of that with how he’s stretching you out, carving out his place inside of you with every snap of his hips. Your breasts press against the cool, rough brick, and normally, you’d complain that it was uncomfortable, but Gregor’s cock hits a place inside you that makes you cry out loudly, and the pleasure overshadows the pain.

“Shhh, love,” Gregor coos in your ear. “Gonna attract an audience. Unless that’s what you want?”

“Thought y-you liked hearing me,” you gasp.

“Inside was louder. Out here, everyone can hear you mewling.”

You place your palms against the wall, digging your teeth into your lip to try and keep your moans locked inside you. Gregor shifts his grip on your hips, reaching up to splay his massive palm against your breast, his other hand trailing between your legs. You regain enough brainpower to swat it away.

“No hands,” you snarl.

He huffs a laugh, redoubling his efforts. “Fine then. We’ll be here longer, so you’ll really have to stay quiet.” He purposefully bottoms out, and you moan before you can stop yourself. “You’re so loud, Bolts,” he teases, bearing down on the place inside of you that’s making your legs tremble beneath you. “I suppose I can help with that.”

His hand slides over your mouth, and you think he’s just going to muffle your screams, but instead, he slides three fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. You whine, and he chuckles, driving into you. You want to make a comment about how loud his hips are slapping against your ass, how the wet sounds of your cunt are echoing down the alley, how Gregor’s panting and grunting in your ear, and you certainly would if the pads of his fingers weren’t pressing against your tongue. You realize those are the same fingers that touched you earlier, that found the place his cock has now discovered, and you can still taste traces of your orgasm on his callouses. He hooks the corner of your lip, pulling the corner of your mouth down enough to allow a trail of saliva to slither over his knuckles.

“Sloppy little thing,” he mutters, and you moan. The brick scratches against your chest and palms as he pushes you harder against the wall, using it to pin you in place as he takes you roughly. You feel eyes on you, and turning your head as much as you can manage, you find the gaze of the woman that Fives is fucking. The ARC trooper is on his knees now, his face hidden under her skirt, one of her legs draped over his pauldron. The woman’s braced against the wall, her sharp purple eyes watching you with interest as her fingers snake through Fives’s curls. It’s hard for you to tell in the dark, but you’re almost certain Fives is stroking himself as he lavishes her cunt with attention, his arm moving in a repetitive motion as he groans quietly. The woman winks at you, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips before Fives pulls a moan from her.

“Knew you’d like an audience,” Gregor rasps. “Now, let’s give them a show.” His hand leaves your breast, disappearing for a moment before he brings it down in a stinging slap across your ass. Your eyes roll back into your head as the pain courses through your veins, blossoming to pleasure under Gregor’s warm palm. He lands another blow to your other cheek, and this time, you can’t help but scream around his digits. Your cunt spasms around his cock, and you know you’re close, so close.

“Your pussy’s going to choke me, love,” Gregor moans. “Better finish you off before you milk me dry.”

“T-tfhh eeee,” you mumble around his fingers.

You know he’s grinning behind you.

“What was that?”

You bite his finger gently, and he yanks his hand loose, spanking you again.

“Touch m-me,” you demand once you regain your breath.

“Now, you said no hands was the rule. And I intend to comply.”

“I know what the fuck I said,” you snap.

He readjusts, and somehow, he hits the perfect place. Your eyes cross and you think your legs might give out. You moan, your forehead resting against the brick as you try to not move, hoping he’ll strike the same place again.

“Ask nicely,” Gregor whispers mockingly.

Your resolve and animosity crumbles to ash as he strokes the same place inside you again.

“Please,” you beg. “I’m so close. Please, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease.”

“Oh, I love hearing you beg like that,” Gregor groans. You expect him to tease you more, dangling you over the edge as you whine and thrash helplessly, but he relents, slipping his hand between your legs and easily finding your clit, which he presses against with the perfect amount of pressure.

“Say ‘thank you, Gregor,’ and I’ll let you cum.”

Fuck, you despise this man. He’s embedded himself under your skin for no discernible reason, and yet, you’ve let him touch you and pleasure you and fuck you, and there’s no way you’re going to be able to scrub this night from your mind. You’re going to want this again, no matter how much you push against it, and knowing that Gregor’s a willing participant, even if you’re ready to scream every curse you can think of at him right now, well, that makes it even easier to allow it to happen again.

If he’ll just let you finish.

He slows the roll of his hips, and you groan in frustration. Your desperation is clouding your mind at this point, and as you feel the finish line of your orgasm slipping away, you become frantic. He’s dangled you long enough, and after months and months of not having anything but your toys to sate you, you’ll allow yourself this small humiliation in order to get what you want.

“Please. Please, let me cum. I’ll say anything you want.”

He snickers, snapping his hips again, and you’re immediately back on the edge, tingling with anticipation as your entire body thrums with pleasure. You hate how easily he’s got you figured, how quickly he shoves you back to the precipice, and how smug he’s going to be about it.

You’ll be mad later. Right now, you can’t be bothered to care.

He leans closer, and you know what he’s waiting for.

“Thank you for fucking me like this, Gregor.”

His fingers press harder against your clit just as the tip of his cock slams into the spot no one else has ever come close to reaching. You claw at the wall in front of you as your vision whites out once more, and you feel him pull out of you, expending ropes of his seed across the curves of your ass.

He doesn’t let you fall, his hands flying to your waist and his weight pinning you in place against the wall as your knees threaten to crumble underneath you. His hold is much gentler than it was a moment ago, and he rests his chin on your shoulder as he recovers.

“That was fun,” he pants, and you can practically hear his mouth curling into a grin, but somehow, it’s not as smug as you thought it’d be. “We should do it again some time.”

“Not if you’re going to make a mess of me before sending me home,” you mutter, glancing around for something to wipe the quickly-cooling spend off of you.

“Allow me.”

You feel fabric wipe across your ass, and turning, you see Gregor tucking the soiled edge of his shirt back into his pants along with his cock. He shrugs when you raise an eyebrow.

“I imagine that wouldn’t be very comfortable in the cab home.”

“You imagine correctly.”

You stand there staring at one another for a moment awkwardly in the now-empty alley, Fives and his companion having finished their encounter and disappeared. This entire thing was unexpected to say the least, and neither of you know what comes next. You break into nervous laughter, straightening your panties and dress.

“I like your smile. Don’t get to see it very often.”

In spite of yourself, heat flushes across your face. You reach up to fix your hair, and a warm hand cups your cheek. You lock eyes with Gregor, and he’s staring at you so gently you almost forget how much you dislike him.

Almost.

“Don’t you even think of kissing me.”

“We already kissed.”

He has a point, but of course you won’t give any more ground. “I’d hardly call that a kiss.”

He huffs a laugh. “Fair enough.” He reaches out, brushing some of your hair back into place. It’s surprising, and fuck, your treacherous heart clenches just a bit at the tenderness of the gesture. It’s not because you’ve suddenly developed feelings for him, but you can’t remember the last time someone touched you like that, so gentle and warm.

It hasn’t been that long. And you’re not that desperate for affection. Just for a good fuck.

And this was a good fuck.

You survey him for another moment as he rubs the back of his neck. “I won’t tell anyone if that’s what you’re worried about,” he offers.

“Do I look worried?”

“You look uneasy.” He smirks. “Although maybe it’s because the man you loathe made you cum. Twice.”

You cross your arms over your chest, rolling your eyes. Gregor steps closer, straightening the strap on your dress. “I meant what I said. I’d do it again. If you’d like.”

His brown eyes lock onto yours, and you consider it. Your shoulders do feel like they’ve dropped away from your ears, some of the tension you’ve been carrying for as long as you can remember seemingly vanished. And you feel like your fuse isn’t as short. Even the steady thrum of annoyance that you’ve felt tearing through you since the moment you laid eyes on Gregor seems to have abated slightly.

No one would suspect it since we hate each other. No expectations. Just sex. Really good sex.

I could use really good sex.

“I suppose I could tolerate you doing that when you’re planetside,” you concede. “But no one else finds out. And this is just sex.”

“Just sex,” he agrees, extending his hand to seal the deal. “Shake on it?”

“You’re an idiot,” you grumble, stepping past him, leaving his hand hanging in the air. He catches your waist from behind, pulling you back against him.

“Don’t forget this idiot that knows how your pussy feels wrapped around his cock. Now, are you going to give me your comm?”

“Fuck off. You know where to find me when you get back,” you mutter, ignoring the way your thighs are clenching together again at his words.

Get it the fuck together.

“True. Since you never leave that garage,” he snickers. Before you can protest, he pecks a kiss to your temple and gently pushes you forward by your ass, squeezing the curve of it a little. You stumble a bit, shooting him a glare over your shoulder.

“Get home safe, Bolts,” he says quietly. In spite of everything, he’s being sincere. And that’s nice.

You pause. “Yeah. You too.”

His smirk fades and his gaze softens at your words, but he quickly slips his default expression back into place. Raising an eyebrow, he gives you a two-fingered salute, and you roll your eyes again before walking off to find a cab.

Tag List: @seriowan @partoftheeternalsoul @misogirl828 @ellichonkasaurusrex @zoeykallus @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond @staycalmandhugaclone @redheadgirl @fordo-kixed-rex @wizardofrozz @ariadnes-red-thread @justanothersadperson93 @leftealeaf @kaminocasey @echos-girlfriend @lucyysthings @obihiddlenox @merkitty49 @littlemissmanga @clonecyaree @baba-fett @sleepingsun501 @rexxdjarin @samspenandsword @babygirlrex0504 @ladytano420 @fxlsealarm @skellymom @runforrestr @djarrex @corrieguards @the-cantina @witchklng @fives-lover @rain-on-kamino @ladykatakuri @arctrooper69 @hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall

#karrde writes #the antagonist #the blitz series #captain gregor #clone commando gregor #gregor x reader #gregor x you #nsft #lemon #lemony lemon #enemies to lovers #but only one of them thinks so #OC Chuckles #OC Crater #28th Combat Wing #clone OC

86 notes · View notes