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tomsbly · 8 months

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Ken number FIVE — Rex!

CW: Incest (I absolutely do NOT condone it irl, but this is a work of fiction. Putting this warning in so people who aren’t into that will enjoy the morph only and move on!)

Rex was always the typical younger brother: energetic, obnoxious, bratty, yet always everyone’s favorite. His behavior was always overlooked since he played sports, was doing alright at school and was one of The Boys. After blowing up on TikTok, he solidified his title as the popular, hot, fuckboyish guy. And his older brother, Cody, hated that.

He really, really wanted to be genuinely happy for his younger bro but his insecurities got the best of him. The timing was awful too. Rex, freshly 18, would be graduating high school this year and he was at his peak. Cody… Cody was not.

Being three years older than his brother, he was already in college, yet still living with his family. It was cheaper that way. He wasn’t really passionate about learning, but he didn’t have any other possibilities, or so he thought. He worked part-time, but the job sucked, he couldn’t work full-time because of college and he couldn’t even start a family since he and his long-term girlfriend broke up. While his brother was being his best, Cody was horny, alone and depressed.

With his newfound popularity, Rex found a lot of friends, mostly boys, muscular and fuckboyish, just like him. Since his parents weren’t at home most of the time, just him and Cody, he started inviting them over to hang out. You know, like the boys they were. They would play video games, listen to music, just chill and have a good time. But after several weeks it got kind of boring… Their solution? Alcohol. Cody was 21, so Rex begged to get them beer or some shit, so they can spice things up a little bit. Cody was hesitant at first, but then he thought:

“Why not? But only if you will all behave and won’t wreck the fucking house. You will be the ones cleaning up after.”

The boys agreed, so Cody got them some beer and vodka, too much vodka maybe. After leaving the teens with the booze, he went upstairs to his room to get some sleep. Two hours later, he was woken up.

Moans…

Loud banging…

Groans…

A loud “I’m coming… fuck…”

His heart sank to his stomach. Oh no. What has he done?

Cody ran downstairs to see the boys all naked, having some kind of an amateur, fucked up orgy. There were clothes everywhere, cum on the walls and empty bottles of lube on the floor. Rex saw his brother first, pulled out his dick out of his friend’s hole and slurred:

“Oh hi, Cody… We… um… we went a little wild, hehe… Do you wanna-”

“Rex, what the hell? You promised me everything’s gonna be alright!”

“Everything’s alright, bro..!” Rex was growing really tired at this point. “It is kinda your fault that we all fucked… you got us booze…”

“I- Rex, please…”

“Please what..?” Rex sighed. “Cody… if you get to fuck one of us, will we make it up to you?”

Rex smirked at Cody. He knew he hadn’t had sex with anyone in a while.

Cody blushed. He was exposed. And so was his bulge. Rex saw that.

“Oh… someone’s excited..!” Rex got on his knees and now was facing his older brother’s throbbing dick, still inside the boxers that he started to pull off.

“You know I can take care of you, Cody… Just don’t be mad…”

“Rex!” Cody recoiled. “I can’t fucking do this! You’re… you’re my brother! It’s wrong… I- I just…”

“It was also wrong to buy us alcohol…”

“How much did you drink?”

“Oh, enough to not… not think about… the future… or today… just let me suck you off and we’ll forget about it…”

“Rex, I-”

But even super drunk, Rex was quicker. He took off Cody’s underwear, now admiring the dick he only got glimpses of before. He started to suck his older brother off. Cody was shocked, but his bro’s mouth felt too good to stop. He gave in. After a minute, Rex looked up at Cody.

“Dude… I’m kinda… done… I can’t…”

“Oh, so you won’t even let me finish?”

“I…”

“Turn your fucking ass around.”

Rex was too out of it to not oblige. Cody spread his bro’s ass cheeks and a single drop of cum leaked out of his brother’s hole. Even though it was used today already, it didn’t stop Cody. Nothing could.

“I just need to cum somewhere, dude. And show your friends how it’s done.”

Cody grabbed onto his brother’s hips and started pounding his hole. With each fast, aggressive, almost careless thrust Rex was more and more lost. He didn’t know what to feel. Was it pleasurable? Forbidden? Embarrassing? He didn’t know and could only whimper as his older brother was close to finishing. None of Rex’s friends were in the right state of mind to stop this. Or remember it.

Even though the boys were all hungover the next morning, they did their best to clean up and were trying to piece together the events of the night. Rex’s best friend, Dawson, could actually remember the fact that they had sex and wanted to talk about it privately. So they came up to Rex’s room and he told his friend everything. Rex was shocked, but at least he lost his virginity to his best bro. But Dawson wasn’t the only one who remembered that night. Cody did too. And he heard everything. It was great to know that his brother was oblivious to who’s cum stained his underwear, so he kept quiet. For a few months, at least.

After several weeks, Rex developed some pregnancy symptoms. He obviously brushed them off as a stomach bug or stress or sleep deprivation or… He soon ran out of excuses. His “oh, it will go away in a few days” bloat didn’t go anywhere, so he was beginning to worry. He could still hide his "bloated" belly under a hoodie at school, but it was April already. This won’t work for long, especially at the gym.

He always went there with his friends, his bros. They all wore either tight or super loose clothes to show off their bodies and loved to go shirtless. But Rex couldn’t do that anymore. His friends were questioning the fact he wore a 3XL t-shirt all the time and didn’t take it off at all. He was so confident before, what happened. Dawson noticed it first. One day they went to the gym alone. After their normal workout, it the locker room, Dawson asked Rex that question.

“Dude, what’s going on with you? You can tell ME, you know…”

“Daws, I- I don’t really wanna talk about it…”

“About what?”

“Ugh…”

Rex turned to his friend and lifted up his shirt to reveal his three-month bump that he tried so hard to conceal. Dawson was puzzled.

“You’re afraid of a… bloat?”

“It’s not a fucking bloat, dude. It’s not going away. I don’t even gain weight anywhere else, so it’s not fat. And I am sick a lot… I just… I don’t know…”

He took off his shirt completely, putting his belly on display. Dawson got closer and touched it. It clicked.

“Dude… Do you think I knocked you up that night..?”

Rex’s heart sank to his growing stomach.

“I… Wh… I can’t! You can’t! I can’t have a fucking baby! I- It’s not…”

“Rexy, please, calm dow-”

“HOW THE FUCK CAN I BE CALM WHEN I FIND OUT THAT I AM FUCKING PREGNANT WITH YOUR CHILD. I AM FUCKING EIGHTEEN. I AM A FUCKING ALPHA, DUDE.”

“REX, STOP IT FOR FUCK’S SAKE. IT MIGHT NOT EVEN BE A PREGNANCY, WHAT THE HELL DUDE??”

Rex shut up. They changed without talking to each other. They caught a few weird looks from men on their way out, but it wasn’t as bad as Rex trying to buy a pregnancy test. He told the cashier it was for his girlfriend, but did it so awkwardly that they only chuckled in response.

As soon as he got home, he locked himself in the bathroom and did the test. The five minutes of development felt like an eternity. Then, he looked at it.

Positive. Of course it was positive.

He couldn’t believe it for a few seconds, but then it hit him. He could be a father. He could give birth. It was terrifying. He clutched his belly and started crying. It was too much. Even after sex ed. I happened to him, and now what?

He was crying loud enough for Cody to hear him. He knocked on the bathroom door.

“You alright there, dude?”

“…”

The crying has stopped, but something was definitely up.

“Hey, what happened, man? Can I come in?”

Rex opened the door without saying anything. Cody came in.

“Why are you crying, dude. You haven’t cried like this in a while…”

Rex didn’t know what to say. He was holding on to the positive test in the pocket of his trousers.

“Please… Please don’t tell mom and dad…”

“What… Did you fucking kill someone?”

“It might be worse…”

Rex took the test out of his pocket and gave it to his brother.

“It’s mine, Cody…”

“What the- DUDE. That’s- That’s… cool..?”

The thought of his brother being pregnant with his child struck Cody mid-sentence.

“I don’t fucking know what to do. It’s Dawson’s… He told me that he fucked me that night you bought us booze. I found cum on my und- Fuck, dude, it’s so embarrassing.”

Cody was trying to come to his senses. He couldn’t figure out if his brother possibly being pregnant with their child was creeping him out or turning him on.

“Did you think about abortion? I mean, it’s so early to have a kid.”

“I want to talk to Dawson first. Maybe he wants it, even if it’s not from a girl… I just… I can’t…”

Rex hugged his older brother and started crying again. Cody didn’t bring himself to tell the truth, so he hugged Rex with his left hand and put his right on his bro’s belly.

“It will be okay. I promise. If you decide to keep it, I’ll help you out.”

Rex didn’t stop crying.

He told Dawson about the baby the next day. As Rex thought, he was actually down to become a dad. Probably because he wasn’t the one carrying.

Rex kept the baby.

He and Dawson graduated during the first week of May. Even though it was getting hot in California, the robe covered Rex’s belly up. They didn’t know if they were in a relationship at that point. They separated from the friend group and only hung out with each other. Dawson started to feel something towards Rex, but he still wasn’t sure. Rex was only able to be free with Dawson. And his brother. He was only comfortable being shirtless with him and Cody. Only they could touch the bump. Dawson was very gentle. He began to kiss and rub his bf’s belly and Rex didn’t resist. It felt nice. It felt warm.

The fact that he kind of disappeared from social media didn’t help his image. The last things he posted were some selfies from when he was only about 10 weeks along. His fans started to question his absence and it was getting to Rex’s head. He should do something, post something, come clean to everyone.

That’s why he decided to take some pictures on their upcoming vacation. Rex, Cody and Dawson planned to go to Miami for a week to relax. Rex was hesitant before, but now he was the most eager of the three to go. Dawson couldn’t make it because of his new job he took up and Rex and Cody went alone.

The next few days were spent on the beach, tanning, swimming of just napping in the shade, Rex’s preferred pastime. The pregnancy was getting to him. Reaching the fifth month of pregnancy, Rex’s energy was fluctuating. He would be filled with energy one day and just barely making it out of bed the next day. Most of the time, he just wanted to sleep. After six days of this, Cody wanted to do something different. He wanted to go out. Maybe he could find a girl to bring back with him.

Rex was absolutely against it, his sleepiness and gravid belly were the reasons he stayed at the hotel napping and looking through the photos taken by his brother a day before. The beach, their lunch, and a ton of photos of the bros: Rex putting on sunscreen on his belly, him sunbathing, eating lunch, him and Cody flexing on the beach, Cody’s sunburnt back, his nudes… Rex shivered and brushed it off. He chose one picture to post, taken at the balcony of their hotel room. No caption, no hashtags, the photo will say it all.

2 AM. Rex finally decided to post this picture, so everybody could find out what happened first thing in the morning. He texted Dawson that he’s going to finally do it and tapped “Post”. As soon as the picture was online, he turned off his phone. He just wanted to sleep calmly for a final time. Five minutes later, a drunk Cody opened the room’s door.

He was shirtless and barefoot, his shorts barely staying on his hips, covered in stains.

“Heeyyyyy maaaaan, how’s it goinnn?” If it was obvious to Rex before, Cody was really drunk.

“Dude, what the- How much did you drink?”

“A few beers, some shots, I don’t really remember. Does it even matter?” Alcohol made Cody go angry in seconds.

“Yes, it does. We’re not even home. What were you thinking?” Rex gulped.

“Don’t you fucking remember the night I got you knocked up? You were so drunk you can’t even remember how you begged for my cock and let me breed you?”

Rex’s heart skipped a beat. Cody sobered up in an instant. Rex felt a flutter in his belly. His baby kicked for the first time.

Their baby.

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zoeykallus · 6 months

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Rex x F!Reader One-Shot - My Love

Warnings: Hurt/Mention Of Depression/Comfort/Fluff/Slightly Suggestive

AC: I just read a post from a mutual(?) here on tumblr, dated back a few days ago. It was so relatable, and I felt bad for not being able to really do much for her, but I didn't want to impose either. So I just wrote this, maybe she reads it, maybe not. Let's say I just leave this here for anyone who needs it, in hopes that it helps a little.

I know guys, I still have to work on many requests, I just felt like I should do this. Don't worry, I get back to working on your requests.

It's one of those days. Lack of motivation, feeling alone in the world, depression kicking your ass again. It feels like you're sitting in a deep, dark hole and somewhere far above, there's some light, and it's unreachable far away. To make matters worse, you've barely gotten to see Rex in the last few months, always just glimpses, barely time to really talk, let alone do anything else. Your fingers play with the pendant on the leather band you wear around your neck. Rex brought it back for you from one of his missions. A colorful reflective stone, blessed by a tribe of an alien planet on which he had been stationed for a time. Supposedly, this thing brings good luck, but lately you haven't been feeling much of it. You're supposed to be off today, but you're sitting in the canteen, your eyes wandering around the many familiar faces, hoping to find comfort in them, to create something like an illusion of Rex's presence. But it doesn't work, all you feel is this dull pressure in your chest, this heaviness in your limbs. You breathe in and out slowly, paying close attention to your breathing, trying to calm yourself, to find comfort in the regularity of your air intake. But your hand clenches around the stone on the leather band. Frustration joins all the other negative feelings.

A deep, soft voice behind you says, "What a sight for my weary eyes". You almost jump out of your skin in shock when you hear Rex. He steps around the table and sits down opposite to you. In public, you can't show your intimacy, your relationship, especially not here. Rex smiles, but his gaze becomes thoughtful, probing. "Rex?" you say softly, as if you're not sure if you're awake or dreaming. Rex's expression softens a bit as he says, "I've been looking all over for you. Today's your day off. What are you doing here?" You don't really know what to answer, you want to fall into his arms, you want to feel his warmth. But right now all you can do is look at him and talk to him in a whisper.

"You are really here" His brows go up in concern, and he says, "Meet me at the intersection of hangar B2 and B1, in five minutes." You look at him questioningly, but nod. You lack the energy to disagree. As Rex gets up and leaves the canteen, you look after him. Hell, you even love the way he walks, so upright, powerful, with a masculine, military elegance. And yet he walks differently than most of his brothers, but maybe you're just imagining it. Either way, Rex is special.

You wait a moment before getting up and slowly making your way. You wonder what he is up to, why he wants to meet you there. In fact, you'd much rather go home with him, really enjoy some time with him, but maybe he wouldn't be here for long again. You arrive at the intersection and look around, no Rex in sight. But someone grabs your shoulder and pulls you back. You don't even have time for a surprised exclamation, a gloved hand is immediately on your mouth. You are pulled into a storage room, the door slams shut. Before panic can really rise in you, you're spun around and looking into Rex's face. "What the hell-" He interrupts you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you gently but firmly into his embrace. He has his arm and breastplate off, you can feel his warm body directly through the fabric of his Blacks. You can't help it, a heavy, drawn-out sigh crosses your lips. It feels like something is escaping from you, something very dark. It's clutching, even on its way out of you, tears painful grooves as it tries to desperately claw its way back in, as if it is alive and aware, trying to hold on to you.

A slight tremor goes through your body as your weakened state of mind fights back with the last of its strength and, with the support of Rex's embrace, finally driving the sinister monster away. At first, you're completely stiff, every muscle taut, then it feels like you're going to slump, but Rex holds you upright in his embrace. Your arms eventually wrap around him as well, your fingers digging into the fabric of his blacks at his back. You take long, deep breaths, taking in his closeness, the warmth of his body against yours. Tears well up in your eyes, you're not yet sure if it's relief or frustration, maybe both. He emphasizes his embrace and hums softly, "It's okay, don't hold back, let it out." You blink and the first tears fall, a quiet sob. Rex gently cradles you in his embrace. "Oh my darling, I've been gone so long, barely had time for you. I wish I could have been here sooner," he says in a husky voice. "Me too," you say softly, barely more than a trembling whisper. He coos tenderly as he turns gentle circles on your back with his hand, "But now I'm here for you. I have a few days off, finally. And I plan to spend every free second with you."

Another sob comes out of your throat, now you know, it's definitely relief. "Can we go home?" you ask him quietly. "Of course," he says immediately, explaining, "I just wanted to meet you here because I felt that you needed this moment, as soon as possible." You smile, even laugh softly, once again amazed at how empathetic this man can be. "You were absolutely right," you admit. Very slowly, he loosens the embrace, wipes the tears from your face, and finally holds your head gently between his hands to look at you. "You always seem to forget how much passion and fire you have in you, how much creativity. But I don't mind to keep reminding you“, he laughs softly, “I missed this sight, these eyes that know me so well,"

"I missed you too, more than I can put into words," you say and close your eyes, enjoying the warmth of his hands through the fabric of his gloves on your cheeks. When you open them again your eyes are full of fresh fire, there it is again the spark Rex fell in love with. The real you. He gives you strength, hope, love. He grins at you and you grin back. "There she is, my Love," he says with satisfaction.

The surging energy inside you tingles through your nerves, your imagination, your longings, your desire. Almost breathlessly, you say, "I want to go home with you, now. I want to cuddle with you, talk to you, make love to you for hours, just about anything you can imagine." The corner of Rex's mouth twitches upward saucily as he says, "I can imagine a lot of things, beautiful. You go ahead, I'll catch up with you as soon as I can". You're on your way home so fast, full of energy, fired up, full of anticipation. Rex is like the purest premium gasoline for your engine. The anticipation tingles under your skin, you suddenly have so much extra energy that you run up and down while waiting for him in your apartment.

His knock on the door is answered immediately, so quickly that he looks at you in surprise, but his surprise quickly turns into a smirk. "You must have been waiting for me," he says and steals a kiss, teasing, nibbling your lower lip, flicking his tongue playfully against yours, tickling the corner of your mouth before granting you a shit eating grin. Like a blissfully warm summer rain, the sensation of this touch shudders through your neural pathways, from the crown of your head to your toes and back up again, until suddenly it seems to bundle in the heat between your thighs. You feel his energy, his desire, he's as ravenous as you are. You feel his strong hands on your hips as he gently but firmly pushes you further and further toward the bedroom with each kiss. "I think", says Rex between two kisses, "once we go into that room, we're not getting out of there anytime soon". You giggle into the kiss, unable to help yourself. He leans his head back a bit and looks at you with a smirk and asks, "You don't mind, do you?" "Not at all"

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oh-three · 2 months

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TBB S3E7:

There's the Teth trailer shot.

Ahhh, Mr. Assassin's looking a bit worse for wear.

Ayyy, escape route!

Lmaooo, Rex relying on Echo for backup, as if our guy's not booked on getting Gregor. Really does have a full schedule, doesn't he?

Glad to see that Wolffe's still in there. And being his usual self.

Ooh, the assassin's got no comms.

LMAO, the assassin just fucking jumped down there, like, "hey, I'm not letting you finish what I was told to do."

Rex, your flashlight 😭

SMART MOVE, CROSS.

They're gonna get shot down, aren't they.

"Don't worry, she only bites half of the time." 🤣

Yepppppp, and there's that. Saw that one coming. No way it was that easy.

Me trying to decide if it's Rex or the Batch that has a habit of crashing, or whether it's just them being together:

Wolffe really does hate the assassin right about now. Which, fair, he's literally doing things the exact opposite of them. That would be annoying for anybody.

"You're as bad as Hunter." / "Oh, I'm much worse." LMAO. Cross is in full dad mode and fully aware of it, and now he's turned it into a whole thing. I love him. These boys can't not compete about anything.

Howzer reluctantly admitting that this Crosshair is different from the Crosshair that he blames for getting his squad killed. 👏

"The operative's gone rogue." Saw that coming, too. I want to say it's further confirmation toward it being Tech, but that voice was definitely a modulated reg's.

Wolffe, your team sucks.

Nemeccccc 😭

"I'll draw his fire. Get to the rendezvous." Brainwashed sniper vs malfunctioning sniper 😬

WHOA, WHAT THE HELL.

LOOK, I KNEW THIS SEEMED LIKE A BIT OF A SACRIFICE PLAY, BUT I WAS NOT EXPECTING HIM TO THROW THEM INTO THE FUCKING WATERFALL.

Oh, thank god, he survived that. We're still short a couple of Cross trailer shots.

Howzer saving Cross from going over the second waterfall and actually drowning (holy fuck, a drowning attempt in Star Wars) despite his reservations toward him. 😭

"Wolffe?" / "Rex?" Ayyy, mutual shock.

Wolffe just putting his blasters away and going, "I thought you were dead." 😭

WOLFFE, FAIR TRIALS DON'T EXIST FOR CLONES IN THE EMPIRE.

"As your brother, I'm asking you to do the right thing." 😭

TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH, ECHO.

Ayyy, Wolffe telling the men to stand down because he can see the truth in Rex's words, and he can't keep going forward without at least looking into it.

"But, sir, they're traitors." / "Perhaps. But they're clones. We owe them that." The way they all just accept to respect their fellow clones despite the sides of the newfound war they're in 😭

THE ASSASSIN LIVED. HE'S GOT PLOT ARMOR. TECH, IS THAT YOU.

"Rex, you can't win this fight. The Empire is too strong." 😭

Dark-toned Omega theme.

Fuckkk, I want to watch another episode. Is it next week yet.

#bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers #bad batch #the bad batch #tbb #star wars

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momojedi · 2 months

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— YOU & ME. pairing. echo x gn! reader

type. oneshot note. requested by someone via ao3! it's based on the conversation between queen charlotte & king george! warnings. angst, argument, hurt/comfort, fluffy ending word count. 1.5k

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When Echo came back, the joyous message quickly spread among his brothers of the GAR and even the Jedi celebrated the wonderful news of both the Republic’s victory over Anaxes as well as the return of one of their most loyal soldiers.

Captain Rex was in happy tears when he pulled you aside to share the message, a smile so bright like you’d never seen on his face before.

You’d immediately broken into tears at the news. He was back, the man you loved so dearly had survived. Your heart swelled with joy.

But Echo — he was broken.

“Echo?” Your voice was quiet when you approached him, his back to you.

“You shouldn’t have come,” he merely whispered hoarsely, almost as if he were in some sort of trance. You fiddled with your the cheap material of the tunic’s sleeves the Kaminoans had assigned you to wear. “I’m most happy to be here, though.”

Echo remained silent, not even granting you a glance. You bit your lip thoughtfully. You couldn’t help but feel guilty for not showing up sooner — he’d been through hell and back, and yet you couldn’t have granted him a single minute of your time to check on him? He just came back from the dead, goddamnit!

“I’m so sorry Echo, I should’ve come to see you so much sooner,” you started stepping around the cot to face him, sighing as you continued apologising with a heavy heart, “don’t worry, I won’t leave your side aga—“

“No.” Echo’s tone had grown snappy, catching you off-guard for a second. He looked at you and your voice was caught in your throat as it had been when you first laid your eyes on him: the anguish in his eyes screamed for support, for love, for any kind of comfort yet his expression remained unreachable. “No, listen to me: You shouldn’t have come,” Echo shut his eyes and took a shaky breath before continuing, “I don’t want you here.”

You frowned, though not a cold one—rather a confused frown, one that wasn’t sure what to make of his behaviour. He was acting strangely, not at all like the Echo you knew, practically begging you to leave him. And yet you didn’t budge. Echo shifted impatiently.

“Do you hear me? I said leave. Go back to the 501st, that’s where you work. And also where you belong.” Your heart shatters at that. He couldn’t possibly mean it. That wasn’t the man you knew. You remained unmoving. Echo got up, now towering over you with an expression so angered you almost took a step back. Almost.

Echo let out a frustrated groan. “I don’t want you here,” he barked at you, voice now growing louder and his tone now growing stricter. “I don’t want to see you. Get out!” Despite his angered expression, it seemed like he was begging you to go, his harsh words a mere cover for his genuine feelings. As if he wanted to protect—from what exactly though, you couldn’t really disclose.

You took a deep breath. You couldn’t exactly lie, although you knew he was hiding something, his words hit you deep. You remained silent for a minute, the room tense and quiet until you look him in the eyes. “No.”

“[Name],—”

“You just got back, Echo. I- I won’t leave you,” your volume was growing louder by each word and you slowly but surely felt the familiar pricking of tears in the corners of your eyes. Based on the swift way he glanced away from you, Echo noticed it, too. Why was he so focused on getting you to go?

“Leave,” he barked one more time, “that’s an order.”

You bit your lip tearfully, eyes shut tightly. He had no right, you thought. But he did. He was a superior and he very much had every right to order you around. Yet you refused to give up, anger, rage, pain boiling up deep inside of you and before you realised it, you were screaming at him. All the fear, all the emotions you’d shut in ever since his disappearance finally breaking free.

“I WILL STAY!”

A surprised expression crossed Echo’s face and he stumbled backwards, startled at the sudden outburst. Big tears had now escaped your eyes, rolling down your cheeks as you gasped for air from the overwhelming pressure. Echo’s demeanour started to shrink as he looked at you with pleading eyes.

“[Name], please.”

“No.”

“[Name], you aren’t listening-”

You clenched your fists tightly at your side, sucking in a breath. “I am.” You spoke clearly and filled with determination. “I’ve heard that you don’t want me here, that you want me to go,”

“[Name],” He tried, raising a hand but you interrupted him.

“What I haven’t heard however, is that you do not love me.”

Echo had changed. So much was clear. He didn’t appear as the man he used to be, the mechanical changes to his body left him feeling uneasy and the self-assured confidence wasn’t as clear as it once was. But you knew him. His tendencies to put others before himself, to make sure of others’ wellbeing before caring for his own. Was he pushing you away to keep you safe from him?

Silence fills the atmosphere for a second and Echo’s eyes widen. When your breath finally calms, you continue.

“I’ve been suffering for so long, thinking you had died, thinking you were gone for good like so many before and after you. Day by day I watch your brothers pass, fully helpless and yet none hurts as much as your passing did,” you sniff, “I’ve felt like such a failure, and now you’re back yet you stay away from me as if I were some kind of disease.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you pull your sleeves over your hands to rub the sticky tears off your cheeks. Echo opened his mouth, but you continued without giving him a chance to speak.

“But now it finally occurred to me; perhaps you’re pushing me away because you care for me. Because you love me. Echo, do you love me?”

Echo hesitated, eyes searching for something, anything before he stepped closer to you, his healthy hand grabbing your shoulder and his scomp settling on your other.

“I’m trying to protect you!”

But you remained determined.

“Do you love me?”

He pulled away as if your skin burned him. “I can’t— we can’t— this conversation … I can’t do this.”

“Echo,” his face snapped back to yours, “do you love me?”

“[Name]. Please stop,” he begged, tears burning in his eyes.

“Is it that you don’t believe that I could love you?” You let the question float for a moment, staring at him intensely before continuing, “I do. I love you. So much that I will do whatever you ask me to. And if you don’t love me, it’s all you have to say. Tell me you don’t love me and I will go. I’ll personally request General Skywalker to reassign me and you’ll never have to see me again. We can both live our separate lives, and I’ll fill my days and survive on my own. I’m ready to go there. But first you’ll have to tell me straight. Tell me I’m on my own in this crazy world.”

Echo’s words were caught in his throat as he stared at you before whispering. “I’m not a man anymore, I’m not even a machine either.” He tapped his head, right where the ports had been planted. “The separatists… they’ve invaded my mind. The— the heavens and earth collide in there and I don’t even know where I stand anymore.”

You refused to acknowledge his begging. “Do you love me?”

Echo carefully cradled your face, as if you were made of porcelain ready to crack at any second. “You wouldn’t want a life with me; no one would.”

“Echo,” you snapped, gripping his wrists to keep him from pulling them away. He gazed in your eyes, brows furrowed in a hurtful manner. Your voice cracked. “I will stand with you between whatever heavens and earth. Do you love me?”

And suddenly his walls were breaking down as he softly sobbed, burying his face into your shoulder. “I,” he begins, interrupted by another sob, “I love you. From the moment you were assigned to us, the moment I saw you, I have loved you desperately. I can barely function when you aren’t around. I love you, [name].”

You pulled away, pushing his head of your shoulder and before he can react, you pulled him into a passionate kiss. Without realising, you kept pulling him closer, as if he couldn’t be near enough.

Finally, you had to break apart for air, though he immediately pressed his forehead to yours. “I wanted to tell you,” he whispers hoarsely, “I wanted you to know how much this weighed on me but … I didn’t know how.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled, “we can catch up on all we’ve lost now.”

#star wars #bad batch #the bad batch x reader #my writing #clone trooper echo #other tags:#the bad batch #clone wars #the clone wars #star wars clone wars #star wars the clone wars #tbb #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch x you #bad batch x you #bad batch x reader #echo x reader #echo x you

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unpresidentedbullhonkey · 11 months

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SW incorrect quotes as things my husband and I say pt.2

Fives, walking into the Resolutes barracks after using the fresher and beelines for Tup- "Listen here you little shit, I don't know how or why this continues to happen but if I find another one of your hairs in my shebs I'm gonna set your head on fire."😡😤

Tup, absolutely oblivious to how he got in this situation- "Did it feel weird when you pulled it out?"

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Rex- "Anakin, I don't want to be married anymore. The way you chew is-"

Anakin, not looking up from his comm and snacks- "Why'd you say it like that?"

Rex- "Say it like what?"

Anakin- "You didn't say divorce, that means there's another way you wanna do it. Murder, Leaving me for someone else, or you wanna do it like the ancient warriors and we dual to the death."

Rex, Fed up with this shit.- "I was kidding."

Anakin, already on his feet in a defensive position- "Dual to the death sounds fun let's do it."

Rex, getting up- "Bet"

*A twenty minute poorly executed wrestling match ensued, where it was revealed that the big, bad, highly trained military individual, is incapable of taking down a skinny bitch with vendetta against the world and who's greatest defense mechanism is their teeth*

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Padme, stressed out- "Anakin! I think I'm pregnant again!"

Anakin, having flash backs to the emotional rollercoaster that was the first pregnancy- "No, No, No, No, No, No-"

Padme- Why do you keep saying no?"

Anakin- "Because Obi-Wan used to always tell me that if I wanted something to happen I should say it over and over until it comes true....... No"

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Obi-Wan, Talking through the space version of Alexa- "Love can you come help me downstairs? I need help getting these boxes in the house."

Cody, who didn't know that the Alexa could do that- *screams very loudly at the top of his lungs and running into the other room*

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Fives, in medbay, "I won't make it this time, the force has forsaken me, avenge me Echo. AVENGE ME!!"

Echo, wiping fake tears away from his eyes. -"Just hold on brother, we'll make it through this together."

Kix, having already lost his patience earlier in the day. - "Both of you shut the Kriff up so I can put a bacta patch on your scraped knee, and you two can leave me the hell alone for the rest of the day."

*They in fact did not leave him alone for the rest of the day, and it got to the point where he had to put two fully grown men with jobs on timeout*

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Obi-Wan, watching baby Korkie play with his toys.- "I still don't believe he's mine."

Korkie- *Flashes a smile that is identical to Obi-Wan.*

Satine, snorting- "Whatever you say, Mr. My pullout game strong."

~I do want to say that My husband said this as a joke, and is genuinely in love with our little girl, just in case anyone thought he was being mean~

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Luke-*Baby Babbles, While being held by Anakin during a meeting before they ship out*

Rex, under his breath but loud enough that Padme still heard- "Oh my god, that's so cute, I would die for you."

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Ahsoka- I wanna bite you

Rex- Why?

Ahsoka- Why not?

Rex- Because that's mean.

Ahsoka- *grabs Rex's hand and bites*

Rex, sighing- Ahsoka please we're in (enter the space version of Walmart), people are gonna look at us weird.

Ahsoka, releasing him- No more then the time Anakin walked in here with nothing on but booty shorts and a crop top that said 'Babygirl'

Rex- Why are we still friends with him after that?

Ahsoka, shrugging- Because then I'd have to be the one with sparkle in the friend group again, and it just won't hit right anymore because Anakin is significantly more traumatized then I am.

#cloneshipping #clone wars incorrect quotes #star wars: the clone wars #clone trooper tup #arc trooper fives #captain Rex #rexwalker #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #anidala #obi wan kenobi #codywan #commander cody #duchess satine #ahsoka tano

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clover-hoe · 5 months

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When he was first told his assignment, he could not believe it. He was going to be stationed with someone named Kenobi, and even worse, away from the siblings he grew up with. His anger was quenched a little when he read more about the jetti he was assigned to. Thought to be one of the best negotiators of this time, Master Kenobi is a competent man of honor and wisdom. But then the war started and he was thrust onto the front lines with this man. Battle after battle, day after day.

The war was something worse that he could have ever feared. The death, destruction and pain was astronomical. Sometimes the casualty list was long enough to wrap around himself, let him fall into an everlasting sleep with his siblings. But he had to stay strong. For his brothers and his general.

Speaking of the man, he was one thing that the report had failed to mention. He was impulsive as all hell. After the first battle, hell, after the first day of knowing Kenobi, Cody had almost lost his mind. Shure, the man was competent and showed great faith to his siblings and himself. But he was also crazy in the way that he was willing to throw himself at blaster fire, slice missiles and bombs clean in half as opposed to letting even one man die on his watch.

Cody had to say, he liked Kenobi for that. And if he had to say, he was very good at hiding it. He didn’t let himself get dreamy eyed, unlike someone he had heard about (it was Bly). But it only takes a few minutes with Rex to crack someone, even if they had the will of beskar. It was after the latest battle with the 501st when Rex approached Cody with the snottiest grin on his face.

“How’s your general Cody?”

“He’s fine. '' He was caught off-guard by the question, not that Cody was lying. He did think that Kenobi was fine. It's just his unchecked self desecration that was the problem he thought to himself. He looks down at the cup he is holding. If Cody needed at least three cups of caff to make it through the day on Kamino, he needed nearly twice as much now. He took an elongated sip from the mug, staring Rex in the soul. “Why are you really here Rex?”

“I can’t come and visit my brother every once in a while?” Rex asked, almost passing as annoyed, but the shit eating grin still slapped on his face didn’t help his cause. “Ok, I might have heard the generals having a conversation about the ‘rules of attachment’ and what-not.” He looked at Cody “so i would drop that crush soon, or you’ll be decommissioned, and he will be kicked out of the order.”

Wait, what? “What are you talking about Rex?”

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Prequel to the first part of this fic i wrote. i likie

guys i wrote sm im so proud of myself

#codywan #the clone wars #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #star wars

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luciuscaelus · 3 days

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I wanna share my theory of No Longer You with y’all. (This would be part one. And the post may get a bit long I’m sorry)

First, let me ask you a question (which has been asked a lot): had Teiresias really helped Odysseus?

I want to make a little analysis before I put my conclusion here.

From Odysseus’s POV, every word that Teiresias had just said is against him: Teiresias said, “There is a world where I help you get home, but that’s not a world I know.” Then Odysseus replied with a “What™️?” (Ok, think about it: Circe asked him to there might be a way to evade him, there might be a way to get home.” And she instructed him to visit Teiresias, and now Teiresias told him that he’s not gonna help him? Odysseus was having a hard time accepting the truth.) Then Teiresias related to him all these things he saw, (and remember we’re look at it in Odysseus’s POV), and it’s bombarding Odysseus so hard, that it goes like this: “your romance is past; your men is sacrificed (it’s singular nevertheless); you’ve been (or will be) betrayed time and again; your brother is dead (Polites); you’re on the brink of death; and then you died; a man gets to make it home alive, but it’s not you.”

This is why Odysseus replied, “This can’t be. We’ve suffered and sailed through the toughest of hells and you tell us our efforts for nothing?” (It’s like, “Impossible. You’re telling me that everything we’ve done is meaningless cuz in the end it’s only a man who’ll make it home, and he’s not even me???”)

Teiresias continued, (the following is still in Odysseus’s POV) “Your palace is covered in red—your royalties are all dead; the dead people are men who believe you’re long dead—they’re dear to you, and now they’re all dead; your wife is with someone who’s haunting her, someone who has killed all of those people—he’s gonna take possession of her.”

Odysseus can no longer suppress his anger, “WHOOOOOO?!”

And Teiresias repeated his words again, making Odysseus think that everything is ruined. This is why Odysseus is spiraling, cuz he’s having such a turmoil, and an urge to avoid this kind of future at all costs, with whatever it takes.

But we see things a bit differently.

We see the song of past romance as their long waited reunion; we see the sacrifice of man as a price for him to get home; we see the betrayal as the weakness of his crew that led them to their own destruction; we see him dying but know that he’s not going to die on his way home; we see a man who gets home alive but no longer him cuz he has changed (and a little reference to his disguise). We knows that Teiresias was telling the truth, but from another perspective. We know that it’s him who’ll slaughter the suitors and leave his palace covered in red; we know that the men who had long believed he’s dead are those suitors who woo the presumed “widow” of Odysseus, and we know that the man who is haunting, the man with a trail of bodies, is none other than Odysseus himself.

We know Teiresias was trying to warn Odysseus about his changes, and Odysseus misunderstood him.

Odysseus tried to prevent everything from happening, as the meme goes, “Someone is going to do the killing. I’ll ensure that someone is me.”

So Odysseus continued to change, precisely one song later, and he finally became the one in Teiresias’s vision.

And everything did happen according to Teiresias’s visions.

He tried to avoid the inevitable, but it’s he who makes the inevitable happen, though not precisely as he thought it would be.

It’s nothing someone else who would do the killing. It’s himself all along. Everything is directed towards himself.

Yep, see the pattern here? It’s a topic so well known that no one could’ve missed it in their mythological reading. It’s about fate.

As in one of the most famous literature works, Oedipus Rex.

A work which also involves the appearance of a man, who was none other than Teiresias.

You see, Teiresias was trying to warn Oedipus that he would find the criminal in himself, that he himself was the murderer he’s looking for. Oedipus tried to denied the words, tried to inflict all these curses upon the murderer he sought, but in the end, it was all directed towards himself.

And as audience (readers to be exact), we know that Teiresias was telling the truth for the entire time.

The Teiresias in Epic the musical isn’t the Teiresias in the Odyssey. It’s the Teiresias in Oedipus Rex.

Now, let’s answer the question. Had Teiresias truly helped Odysseus? Yes, from a certain point of view. Teiresias was the catalyst that makes Odysseus reconsider his own actions, and eventually become the “monster”, to fulfill the prophecy of “no longer you”. As in Oedipus Rex, Teiresias’s hints had led Oedipus to a research on his own past, and eventually discovered that he was the murderer, who had fulfilled the prophecy of the family of Laius.

This parallel is, in my opinion, what makes Epic!Teiresias even more fantastic than Odyssey!Teiresias.

#This will be my first post about Teiresias but it won’t be the last #tagamemnon #epic the musical #odysseus #the odyssey #greek mythology #tiresias #epic the underworld saga #jorge rivera herrans #Good job Jorge on everything #oedipus #oedipus rex

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ghostofskywalker · 6 months

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Friendly Competition

Commander Cody & Padawan!Reader

Fictober Day 28 of 31

Words: 833

Summary: You challenge Cody to a competition: who can kill the most clankers in this battle. Usually he isn't one for games, but this time he agrees.

Note: this could be seen as a sister fic to my other platonic commander cody & obi-wan's padawan!reader fic, operation: rest and relaxation, but it can absolutely be read on its own. this is definitely one of my favorite fictober fics :)

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The transport ship was about to start its descent when you turned to Cody. “I bet I can kill more clankers than you.”

Your fellow commander hadn’t yet put his helmet on, and he turned towards you with his eyebrows raised. “I don’t think so, kid.”

“Well, do you want to make it a bet?”

He paused for a moment, clearly think about the pros and cons of accepting your challenge. “I don’t need to prove anything to you,” he said, putting his helmet on and grabbing the blaster from his belt holster.

But of course, you weren’t going to let things go that easily. “That’s fine commander,” you said. “I won’t tell my master that you’re scared.”

Silence. Now that he had his helmet on you couldn’t read his facial expression, but you knew that your joking threat might actually get him to engage. “Alright,” he said, a slightly gruff tone that you knew was all osik. “You’ve got yourself a challenger.”

“Great!” you said, and you felt the gunship touch down on the surface of the planet. “Keep count of your kills, and this will end when we get back on the transport.”

“Deal.”

The doors opened, and you ran with your troops into the heat of battle.

Obi-Wan was pushing from the other side of this forest, and the hope was that when all the droids were defeated you would meet him in the middle of the battlefield. You had already learned so much from him, and formed positive friendships with the all of the 212th, Cody in particular. It felt like you had suddenly inherited hundreds of older brothers, and the commander was the wisest of them all.

War was difficult, and you knew that even before you had left the Jedi Temple. This particular game began as something stupid that Waxer and Boil heard about from Rex and the 501st, how many droids did everyone kill during battles and skirmishes, but you had never successfully gotten the commander involved. Part of you wondered if he knew something about the difficulty of this battle that he refused to tell you, and that was why he agreed to indulge your sense of whimsy this time, but there was nothing you could do about that now.

Cody was the marshal commander of the GAR, the highest-ranking clone in the entire army, and he was terrifyingly effective in battle. On multiple occasions you had watched him toss his blaster aside and sprint directly at his adversaries, and you had heard rumors that he had even tackled General Grievous once.

Even though you were a Jedi, this was going to be one hell of a close competition.

You twirled your lightsaber through a unyielding sea of droids, mentally keeping count of every single one that you sent careening to the ground, with its head or limbs falling separate from its body. You pulled the blaster from your hip and wielded it along with your saber, a concentrated expression on your face as you focused only on the task at hand. Using a blaster was very different than the traditional Jedi weapons, but you had adapted to it pretty easily, much to the disgust of some higher-up Jedi Masters. However, it had made you more successful in battle, and so it was allowed by the council.

You knew that if this war ended you would have some heavy realities to face, but right now the main goal was to stay alive, and that’s what you did.

When the last of the droids had finally fell, your count was up to seventy-six, and you thought that was pretty good for the amount of adversaries that you had just faced. You met up with Obi-Wan and the other half of the battalion and were now taking stock of your win before trying to decide what to do next.

As you spoke to a few of the troopers on the outskirts of the group, Cody walked up to you with a smile on his face. “Alright kid, how did you do?”

You tried to play it tough, knowing that this was all a game. “I think I won, how many did you kill?”

“I asked you first.”

You stood up a little straighter before speaking. “Seventy six droids.”

The look on his face was hard to read at first, and then a gigantic smile crossed his face. “Congratulations,” he said.

“Really?” You could barely contain your excitement.

“I killed seventy five, so you won.”

Immediately you jumped for joy, running through the groups of clones and excitedly informing them that you had beat the commander in a droid kill-off, and they all laughed at your excitement as they made joking remarks about their commanding officer.

As Cody would tell Obi-Wan later when he was asked, he actually killed seventy seven droids, but the look of excitement and happiness on your face when you realized that you had beat him in a competition was completely worth the loss.

- the end -

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kyberblade · 6 months

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Bring You Back (Din x Reader) - Back To You Halloween AU

A/N: You all can blame @fordo-kixed-rex for this. She asked me, “What would happen if there was an AU where the reader in BTY went Darkside?” And I said how dare you here’s what would happen and it went from there. I’ve been sitting on this for months. It’s been torture. The name is based off of a song that just clicked for it, Bring You Back by Gold Brother, LIIV and if you want extra emotional damage, put it on repeat while you read. I am not advising this for health and safety reasons. I’m not to be held responsible for any turmoil this may cause. You do so at your own peril.

I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Summary: The Darkside is always a temptation, even at the best of times…. What would happen if you ended up slipping further and further down a dark path? ….A path they couldn’t follow?

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. I know. I’m confusing. Welcome to my brain. Part of the Back To You Universe, so you’ll be kinda confused if you read it on its own, bc spoilers, but it can be read as a stand alone if you want. (Idk where exactly it takes place, but I know it’s after Part 19, sometime before or during TBoBF timeline that will be coming up in the sequel Close To Home.) Mando’a. Arguing. Mentions of saga typical violence. (See how frustratingly vague I was there?) It ends on a brighter note, don’t worry. It’s not all gloom and doom. I couldn’t do that to them. ……or could I? 😈

Word count: 2,326 (I know. What even is this drivel?)

Thank you to @fordo-kixed-rex for the idea and seeing this through from start to finish. And @littlemisspascal and @what-the-heckin-heck for flailing on this with me as it developed. I really appreciate you guys. You make me smile a lot. 😁

Also, stay tuned at the end for some kick ass art by @fordo-kixed-rex. 👀 (You’re not prepared. I’m telling you now. Buckle up, children.)

Xxx

Din POV

It had been little things, at first. Just small things he’d normally not think twice about, but they started to make him take a closer look.

The way you’d look at an enemy.

At him.

His son.

It was icy, glazed over, and distant, yet fiery and ruthless all at the same time. It painted those under its gaze in shades of fear.

Of disdain.

With something close to death.

Din hated that last thought, but he’d been around enough of that in his life to know what it looked like. He knew death intimately. It was a close acquaintance. He’d brushed up against it time and time again, and each time it would kiss his cheek with a promised, soon, as he whispered back, not today.

He wouldn’t pretend to know the workings of the Force. It was still a mystery to him. But he knew you.

And this wasn’t it.

This was something else.

You were shadows. Shadows of what you were. Of yourself. A shell. Something wasn’t right. But like always, Din felt like he was looking at a sun when he’d stare at you for too long, so he could never look long enough to tell exactly what was off. He’d only get lingering impressions, spotted vision that left him open and vulnerable.

A rattled crate here. A broken box there.

A common thief just after a few credits left clutching their throat as the life was choked out of them by an unseen hand; their wide eyes peering over your shoulder, pleading with him through his visor for just an ounce of mercy, an ounce of forgiveness from this…. Hell they had found themselves in.

But what could he do?

It had been made clear time and time again you didn’t listen when he told you what to do. In fact, you came to resent it. I am not a tooka, you would say, he remembered fondly, smiling down at the painting in his hands.

He’d bought it for you once upon a time. A token. A promise. Though unspoken, it was his vow at the time to always make it back to you. Then it had been used as a threat against him, against you, that had propelled this whole adventure into motion. Until….

Now….

Now he looked at the painting that once symbolized home, a dream, and he saw…. A void. Nothing.

He sighed.

If this was the path you truly chose, then he had to choose his own. For the good of the child. Himself. And for you.

He’d confront you somewhere private. Some backwater planet. You’d always wanted to see somewhere green…. He just wished he’d gotten around to it sooner. Maybe then…. Maybe then you’d be happy about this visit, instead of what he expected, which was anger at him.

But he couldn’t keep waiting.

Couldn’t keep putting it off.

Din turned toward the ramp with another sigh. He knew this would break your heart.

He knew because his was already breaking.

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Normal POV

You looked around at the towering trees, smiling. Off in the distance between mighty boughs, a flicker of light…. Then another…. And another…. “Fireflies!” Despite your voice going up several octaves in excitement, you kept it hushed, hoping to not scare off the insects. But it turned out you didn’t need to worry about your voice, because as soon as you started toward them, they scattered, despite being a whole ships distance away from you.

Cocking your head, you tried to move towards another batch, but they too suddenly disappeared, scattering like the sparks of a dying fire.

Your brows narrowed in confusion as you came to a stop. They’d always swarmed to you, swirling around you in a cloud of light and energy, never had they run from you.

“That’s weird.”

“Maybe they sense it, too.”

You whirled around at Din’s low modulated voice. Once again he’d been able to sneak up on you, not a single bootfall down the ramp giving him away.

Smiling bemusedly at him, you settled your weight easily, head tipping back in question. “What do you mean?” You asked after a moment, turning to give him your full attention.

“Your powers, mesh’la. They’ve changed you.” His voice was low, pained. He stayed near the bottom of the ramp, his weight shifting slightly before he planted his feet and stood resolute, a sigh shrugging his shoulders gently before he went on. “At first I thought that was just the Jedi way, what do I know?” You chuckled softly. “But things have gotten worse. You’re…. You’re different.”

You scoffed, arms coming across your chest as your hip cocked out to the side, head tilting slightly with a sarcastic smirk. “You’re right. What do you know?” The words practically sneered from your lips, and you regretted them the moment they spilled, but you didn’t make a move to take them back.

It was like something had taken over your body, your motions…. Nothing felt entirely like your own, but it also felt so right down to your very bones. It made you shudder slightly at the contradiction warring inside your mind.

Ignoring your slight, Din went on, his weight shifted to one leg. “Fine. Explain it to me.”

Arms going wide, you began to gesture as you spoke, voice raising with each word. “I’m doing this to protect the two of you, Din! I was useless before! Now I’m-“

“Now you’re what?”

“Strong.” Your brow furrowed as you stared up at his visor bravely. Holding his gaze, you never once wavered under its unforgiving stare. “Now I can help.”

“Really?” Din nearly chuckled, gesturing vaguely back toward the ship. “Because Grogu is so scared of you,” he dropped his arm, leaning in closer to you, his voice lowered, “he won’t leave the ship.”

“That’s not-“ you turned around in a circle and realized the kid wasn’t there. “Where is he, Din? You’re hiding him aren’t you? To prove a point.” Looking around once again, you let out an emotionless chuckle. “You stashed him in the bunk, didn’t you?” You started up the ramp. “I told you not to-“

“Don’t.”

You stopped in your tracks, staring blankly ahead toward the opening of the Crest, not really seeing anything in front of you but the white hot anger that began to brew just under your skin. “Excuse me?” If your words were any quieter, you’d not have heard them yourself. Turning to him, you arched a brow.

He stared at you in silence for only a moment before he spoke in a soft, but firm, voice. “Until you sort this out, don’t go back on the ship.”

With a scoff in disbelief, you shifted your weight to your other hip, one hand coming to rest there, and rolled your eyes. “It’s my home, Din.” You chuckled again, your tone still dry and mirthless. “What are you talking about?”

He walked past you up the ramp, turning once he was at the top and hesitantly lifting his hand onto the lever. “Until you sort this out, until you get back to…. You…. It’s not.” His visor fixed squarely on you, Din’s fingers rolled in a procession of indecision along the spine of the metal gripped tightly in his hand, his gloves creaking with the effort in the silence. You stared right back. Met him ounce for ounce. Until…. He pulled down and closed the ramp.

Stumbling backwards as the ship lifted a few feet off the ground, the ramp beginning to close, you fell to the ground with a thump , landing flat on your back. The wind knocked out of you as you stared up at the shrinking form of the Crest, an anger you’d never felt before consumed you, and you reached out one hand, crying out in anguish as you held the ship firmly in place.

Whether it was a cry of pain, emotional or physical, fear, maybe even frustration, you didn’t know. All you knew was you couldn’t let them leave, and whatever it was boiled up and out of your throat as you watched the ship struggle against your hold. The metal moaned and groaned against your pull, the trees surrounding it bowing and bending in the wind from the engines. Limbs began to catch fire from the flames as Din hit the accelerators to try and break free from the phantom grip, but it was no use.

Somehow you made it to your feet, one hand extended to keep the ship held still, tree limbs doused in flames falling to the forest floor with loud thuds all around you. With your other hand, you reached for your saber, not really sure why, but suddenly it was in your hand and ignited as you made your way toward the viewport of the ship.

Stalking around the corner, you stopped short when you saw your reflection in the transparisteel - your eyes had gone yellow and your saber - it had started to bleed. Red streaks were oozing down from the tip, tainting the once brilliant purple glow of balance with the bright red of hate.

Blinking rapidly and shaking your head as you released the ship, you disengaged the blade and threw it to the ground, staring at it as if it had bit you while Din brought the ship back down with a thunk.

The blaze of the fallen branches painted the reflective hull of the Crest in an eerie glow, shadows dancing all around as you curled in on yourself, staring at your saber where it had landed on the forest floor.

Din lowered the ramp and stomped down to you, getting in your face, but didn’t touch you. A deep enough breath would be all it would take to close the distance. You had to crane your neck back to hold the gaze of his visor, your face about to crumble under its weight this time. It’s the first time he’s seen you flinch in a long while. Looking at your reflection in his visor, you see your eyes are back to normal, but that settled next to nothing in your gut. “Let us go, mesh’la.”

“No. I won’t.” Then quieter. “I can’t.”

Din sighed, and you almost smiled at the borderline normal response from the Mandalorian. “Why not?”

Eyes fluttering shut, you willed yourself not to cry. “Because without the two of you, I’ll completely break. And when that happens….. when that happens, you’ll never get me back.” Making your way the few steps to the bottom of the ramp, you sat on it, still looking up at your warped reflection in his visor. It was fitting. Your eyes may be back to normal, but your face…. Your face looked twisted and broken. Exactly how you felt. “I’ll never get back to you.”

Xxx

Shooting up in the small confines of the bunk space of the Crest, you took a sharp breath. Eyes darting all over, familiar blinking lights winking at you in greeting, the thunk under the cargo hold saying hello, and the soft snores of Grogu sawing steadily away in the background….

You jumped as strong, warm arms wound around your waist, the comforting press of a familiar chest leaning into your spine, the prickle of facial hair tickled your shoulder where it softly came to rest as gentle breaths puffed against your cheek….

“Mesh’la….?” A deep voice hummed in question.

A voice you’d know anywhere.

Vocoder or not.

“Sorry,” you breathed. “Bad dream.” Huffing out a laugh, you shook your head gently. “Bad dream.”

“Wanna talk about it?” He sounded like he was already halfway back asleep.

Turning your head to look at his profile in the low light of the bunk, you smiled softly as your eyes flicked over his face. “No, cyare.” Reaching a hand up to cup his cheek, you pulled him into you for a soft kiss. “Thank you. I’ll be fine. Nuhoy.” (“Beloved.”) (“Sleep.”)

As he pulled you back down toward the bedroll with him, your face melted into something a bit more contemplative.

It hadn’t been just a dream.

It had been a warning.

Slipping from the bunk once Din’s breaths had evened out, you walked over to where your belt hung by the fresher. Taking the saber from the belt, you glanced over to the open bunk, your expression tight, and closed the door with a wave of your hand.

Dismantling it down to the kyber inside, you breathed a sigh of relief when the crystal winked at you in the low light, unblemished. It’s purple hue completely unmarred from the ugly red it’d had in your dream.

After you reassembled the hilt, you ignited the blade and relaxed your shoulders further when the cargo hold was illuminated in the soft purple glow.

You stared at the blade for a moment, getting lost in the sea of silence hyperspace surrounded you with.

Careful.

Be mindful, little one.

I sense much fear in you….

“Not right now, kyber blade,” you mumbled to yourself as you addressed the saber. “Now it’s time for sleep. Not time for voices.” Disengaging the blade, you clipped it back to your belt before making your way back into the bunk. “I couldn’t get a blue crystal. Or green. No. I had to get a wise ass purple one. The universe is testing me. Literally.”

Luke had told you to be careful, as well.

Maybe you needed to listen.

But this was a problem for the morning.

For now, you needed to do nothing but settle into the arms of your Mandalorian and rest.

But come morning…. Come morning, things were going to happen.

And you knew you would do whatever you needed to do to protect your family, your aliit.

Your clan of three.

Whatever it took, no matter how far you had to go….

You would always find a way to bring them back to you.

Xxx

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Xxx

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anxiouspineapple99 · 7 months

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Eternal Embers

Clone Medic Kix x reader, Clone Trooper Hardcase, ARC Trooper Jesse, Captain Rex, mention of ARC Troopers Fives and Echo

Word Count: ~3k

Warnings: light swearing, monster AU, mention of war. Let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: I've been holding onto this for Pineapple's Halloween party and I'm so excited to finally share it! 💙🖤

The wind howled through Carida’s mountains, although they acted as a buffer around the Republic outpost. Troopers filtered through the camp, sleeping in shifts to give their brothers a break between Separatist attacks. The constant flow of boys in blue also had your medbay bustling, but, as the binary suns started to set, the stream of injuries started to ebb. You finished securing a bacta patch onto Sterling’s blaster burn, lightly patting his arm above the bandage with a smile.

“Thanks, Doc,” he sighed, a tired smile spreading across his face.

“Get some rest,” you urged, lightly pushing him to lay back. Sterling’s eyelids seemed to grow heavy, the veil of exhaustion weighing him down until the snap of tent flaps had him bolting upright. You spun on your heels, blinking rapidly at the two troopers that came busting into your medtent.

“Jesse! What the hell?” you scolded, sidestepping a cart as you hurried to where Jesse and Hardcase were still standing.

“Fierfek, he’s not in here,” Jesse hissed just loud enough for you to hear.

“Hey,” you snapped, grabbing Hardcase’s arm to pull him to face you, “why are you bursting in here like your asses are on fire?”

“Have you seen Kix?” Hardcase asked, completely ignoring your question. Air caught in your throat as you picked up on the way his voice ticked up in concern, a rarity for a man like Hardcase.

“No - no, I thought he was in one of the other tents,” you stammered, tightening your grip on his arm. Jesse and Hardcase turned to look at each other and even with their helmets on, you could tell there was something you were missing.

“Come on,” Jesse murmured, nudging Hardcase’s shoulder. He tried to pull out of your grip but you held on, yanking Hardcase back toward you.

“Doc, we need to go.”

“Not without telling me what the hell is going on,” you insisted, following Jesse outside and pulling Hardcase along.

“Doc,” Hardcase whined, lightly shaking his arm to get your attention, “don’t do this.”

“I know you’re setting up a search party and I’m coming,” you stated, releasing Hardcase to cross your arms. Jesse’s hand clenched at his side and you were almost sure his jaw was doing the same thing under his helmet. There were maybe three people who were aware of the tense back and forth between you and Kix, Jesse being one of them.

Ever since you had joined the 501st, you and Kix had been doing some version of this ridiculous dance. Kix would lean over your shoulder, his lips too close to your ear as he murmured instructions or praise, or him sitting close enough that his leg pressed against yours when inventory needed to be done. His feelings towards you felt just as obvious as yours but he always seemed to take a step back, putting space between you and him until the cycle started all over again. And yet, you couldn’t seem to keep him at arm’s length, falling back into his orbit without even trying. Maybe it was the longing in his eyes even when he pulled away that kept you coming back…like a moth to a flame.

Maybe it was something in your expression or Jesse’s own bleeding heart that had him letting out a somewhat dramatic sigh. “Fine, fine. We’ll need a medic anyway.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, resting a hand on his arm. Jesse nodded once before herding you and Hardcase toward the command tent.

Rex was already waiting, absently twirling one of his blasters as he scanned the rocky slopes surrounding the camp. By the time the small search party left the camp, it consisted of you, Hardcase, Jesse, Rex, Hawk, Fives, and Echo. You couldn’t hear what Hawk yelled over the drone of the gunship’s engines but based on the way the rest of the boys tensed, you assumed it was important and tightened your grip on the overhead strap you were holding. The gunship dropped into a canyon, kicking up dust as you jumped down, and you threw a grateful smile at Hardcase when he steadied you.

“Fives, Echo, head north. Hawk is flying south. Hardcase, you’re with me heading east,” Rex ordered, glancing toward you and Jesse. You took a minute to glance around, trying to figure out where you even were. From what you could tell, you were in the middle of two mountain ranges and you tried to look for any signs of a battle but there was nothing. No scorch marks, no rubble, just smooth mountain faces that made no sense. You jumped when Jesse nudged you, snapping you back to reality just in time to see Fives, Echo, Hardcase, and Rex heading off in their respective directions.

“Jesse, what are we doing out here?” you asked, hugging your rifle a little closer. The only response you got was the crunch of gravel under his boots but you continued to stare holes into the side of his head. Finally, his shoulders lifted in an exaggerated inhale and you almost smiled.

“We, uh, got intel that the Seppies are traveling through pre-drilled tunnels in the mountains. That seems like the, uh, best way to move a prisoner, don’t ya think?” You almost wanted to call him out on the lie but you had a feeling it would get you nowhere.

“Where do we start?” you asked instead, scanning the jagged rocks lining the wide passage.

“I’ll take the left side. Just look for any tunnels,” Jesse replied, almost sounding relieved that you didn’t push him. You let out a soft sigh, falling back a step but keeping Jesse in your peripheral as you trudged along. You almost didn’t realize how much farther ahead Jesse was until your com beeped, dragging you out of your mindless wandering.

“What’s up?” you huffed, searching for familiar blue armor.

“I took a left down a tunnel so be careful out there by yourself,” Jesse warned, the frequency crackling slightly.

“I’ll be fine,” you mumbled, following the gentle curve of the path. Your eyes followed the rocky slope upward, tracing the sharp peak of the mountains that stretched hundreds of feet over your head. The twin suns had almost set, making the chill in the air more prominent and you tucked your arms tighter against your side. You were so distracted by the environment around you that you almost walked right past a large opening in the mountain face.

You squinted into the darkness, searching for any bit of movement only to freeze when you heard the echo of rocks hitting the ground from deeper in the tunnel. It wouldn’t take Jesse long to get back to you but something told you to take a step forward like an invisible string reeling you in. You glanced in the direction Jesse had gone before slipping your pack off, rummaging through it to find your glowrod and securing your rifle to the side of the pack. The warm, yellowish light illuminated the entryway and you chanced one last look over your shoulder before taking a few slow steps into the tunnel.

The walls glistened faintly, drawing you closer but when your fingers brushed the rock they were dry. A thin layer of dusk stuck to your skin and you rubbed it between your fingers, mesmerized by the way it twinkled. The loud crunch of rock shifting behind you made you tense, your muscles locking up as you found the courage to turn around. At first, you didn’t see anything other than a few rocks settling, your glowrod carefully scanning the wall opposite you. The light seemed to bend around the dark boulders, casting shadows across the walls.

You looked back down at your fingers, the faint shimmer of dust still coating your skin and you froze.

The growl was faint, barely above a whisper, but the silence of the cavern made it sound deafening. Something scraped against the ground, making you jerk to your left, your mouth dropping open when the light reflected off a large, slitted eye. Then it blinked. Your gasp was almost silent as you scrambled back only to step on one of the dislodged rocks that sent you tumbling onto your ass. And all you could do was stare up at the beast as it lifted its head.

Despite the adrenaline pumping through your veins, you couldn’t look away. Brilliant blue scales shimmered in the low light as it moved, seemingly shifting from navy to sky blue every time you blinked. The creature shook its head and you watched the black-tipped spines lining its neck shift. Its massive head turned slightly giving you a full view of its face. Two horns extended from either side of its head, black tips bleeding into a powdery blue and finally blending into the scales encircling its eyes. The creature’s nose curved into a sharp point, resembling a beak and your eyes lingered there for a moment.

You jumped when it moved again but instead of a growl, this time it made a soft chirping noise as it lowered its head almost like it was…trying to look smaller. Some part of you was screaming to run, to get as far away as possible but there was something about the creature that had you shifting onto your knees. Dark eyes locked onto you, watching every move as you inched closer.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you soothed, despite your voice shaking lightly. The…dragon…warbled softly, those sharp spines bristling as you reached out. You patiently inched closer, your eyes scanning its body, noting the large wings tucked up against its back.

“Doc, you read me?” You stopped immediately, glancing down at the com on your wrist briefly before looking up at the dragon again. Although, it didn’t look frightened or even startled, no, instead it made another chirping sound, one that sounded almost…happy?

“That’s Jesse,” you said, meeting the dragon’s dark eyes. It canted its head, blinking slowly before lowering its head to gently nudge your arm, nostrils flaring with a sharp exhale. You took that as a sign to reach over, opening the channel but not looking away from the creature’s face. “I’m here.”

“Maker, you scared the hell out of me,” Jesse sighed, his voice coming out a bit grainy and far away. “Where…you?”

“I, uh, found a…friend,” you replied, a nervous smile lifting the corner of your mouth. The dragon made a slightly different chittering noise, its beak snapping together quietly as it sniffed your arm again. Even through the rough connection, you could hear Jesse’s sharp inhale.

“Oh, you asshole,” Jesse hissed, making your brows knit together. “What did I tell you?” Before you could answer, the creature looming over you opened its mouth, a low rumbling sound coming from the back of its throat. When you looked back up at it, you could’ve sworn it was glaring based on the way its dark eyes narrowed.

“What am I missing here?” you finally asked, mindlessly resting your hand on the dragon’s long snout. This time the noise that rumbled through its body was softer and if you didn’t know any better, you might’ve compared it to a purr.

“You found your partner,” Jesse grumbled and you went oddly still. It took a few seconds for your brain to comprehend what that meant as you turned your head, just watching the way the dragon pressed into your hand. It…he…seemed perfectly content but as if he could feel your stare, his eyes drifted open.

“Kix?” Of course, he couldn’t verbally respond but the soft chirp that was followed by him nudging your hand with his nose was enough of an answer. Your eyes followed the slope of his head, admiring the way the colors shifted and you decided that even in this form, he was still breathtaking. Then it clicked.

With the constant push and pull, Kix only giving so much before completely disengaging. It had nothing to do with you and everything to do with what was staring back at you with dark slitted eyes and pearlescent scales. A small part of you wanted to be angry, to demand why he couldn’t just tell you, but would you have even believed him?

“Oh, Kix,” you whispered, leaning a bit closer. You jumped with a surprised laugh when he exhaled harshly, right in your face, almost like a warning about the direction your thoughts were going.

“Well, I don’t hear any screaming so that’s a good sign,” Jesse commented, his voice echoing through your com. You looked over your shoulder, offering him a smile as he moved closer and lifted his helmet off to look directly at Kix. “Told you she could’ve handled it.”

Kix huffed through his nose, ruffling your hair as he lifted his head away from your hand.

“Come on, you can either shift back for a ride to camp or fly. Your choice,” Jesse said, arching a brow that made his tattoo stretch slightly. Kix grumbled in the back of his throat, shifting into the shadows again as Jesse pulled you to your feet. “Best give him some room.”

“Why?” you murmured, letting Jesse pull you back a few steps. Although, you didn’t have to wait long. Kix rose to his feet, his scales rattling as he shook off the dust clinging to him. The ceiling of the cave was low, forcing him to keep his head down as he maneuvered around the boulders in his path. It wasn’t until you stepped into the cool evening air that you could truly admire his grandeur. Large, black wings stretched high over your head, his tail sweeping side to side, and your lips parted in awe at his sheer size.

“Alright, quite showin’ off, asshole,” Jesse teased which earned him another grumpy huff. Kix finally shifted his attention to you, his head tilting slightly and for a moment, he almost looked smug before his wings extended again. It was incredible to watch him leap into the air so effortlessly, the moon's glow making his scales twinkle. “Come on, Doc.”

The trip back to the rendezvous spot seemed like it took forever yet no time at all. Suddenly you were standing in front of Rex, Hardcase, Fives, and Echo, the faint whine of a gunship approaching filling the evening air. No one mentioned the bantha in the room, already preoccupied with other random conversations until Hawk came into view. The only acknowledgment of what you just discovered was a wink from Hardcase as he hopped into the gunship.

The small outpost was quiet, most troopers getting a few hours of sleep where they could. Which meant you hadn’t expected to see General Skywalker waiting when you made it back. You joined the small squad in saluting the general, anxiously waiting to see if Skywalker pulled you aside but he seemed to be content with Rex filling him in on what happened. There was an awkward moment when you stood next to the quietly hissing gunship, debating your next move until movement from your medtent caught your eye. Someone knocked into your shoulder, sending you stumbling forward a step before you turned a glare in Jesse’s direction. He only winked, jerking his chin toward the tent before letting Hardcase drag him away.

It took a few minutes and even more deep, calming breaths before you finally made it to the medtent, standing just outside the slightly parted flaps.

“You can come in, you know,” Kix’s disembodied voice called and for some reason, it was a shock. Hearing his voice spurred you into pulling the flap back, curiosity getting the better of you. Kix’s back was to you and he was in the bottom half of his armor, such a stark contrast to how he looked not even a standard hour earlier.

“I’m not having a crazy, vivid dream, right?” you asked, surprising yourself a bit. Kix’s shoulders jumped when he snorted, turning his head enough to see you out of the corner of his eye.

“Sadly, no,” he replied, turning to face you and crossing his arms. He would’ve looked relaxed to anyone else but you noticed the set of his jaw, the tension in the muscles of his neck as he waited for whatever came next. “It’s very real.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“How was I supposed to tell the person I - I’m…falling in love with that I’m also a beast out of a fairy tale?” The bombshells seemed to keep coming and it had to be written all over your face. Kix stiffened when you closed the remaining distance, stopping within arm’s length of him but he didn’t pull away.

“You mean that?” you whispered, searching his face for any signs.

“Yes,” he mumbled, looking down at his boots, “so how was I supposed to ask you to accept that?”

“By simply asking.” You rested a hand on his arm, drawing his eyes off the floor, and your heart ached at the vulnerability in his endless brown eyes. “We’ve made it through some of the worst parts of war together and it’s not over yet. I think we can handle this if you’ll let me in.” Kix squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a harsh exhale through his nose and you tried to fight a smile at the similarities you could already see. You let your hand follow the swell of his bicep, moving across his shoulder to gently cradle his face, drawing his attention back to you.

“Together, huh?” he whispered, leaning forward until there was barely any space between you and him.

“Together,” you agreed, meeting him the rest of the way to press your forehead against his. Kix finally uncrossed his arms to cup the back of your neck and you let out a long breath, relaxing into the touch you’d experienced hints of and had craved for so long.

“If forever does exist, please let it be you,” Kix breathed, the words brushing against your lips. Words couldn’t express the way you felt or how much you hoped for the same thing, so instead you tilted your head just enough to find his lips.

You hoped Kix was what forever tasted like.

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arctrooper69 · 10 months

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Til the Last Shot's Fired

A letter from the front lines from a tired soldier.

Part of the "If I Don't Make it Back Alive" clone letter series.

Warnings: Sad/Angsty Jesse

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Hey Sweetheart, I miss you so kriffing much. Don't worry about me. The boys and I are kicking ass and taking names - damn Seppies don't know what hit 'em. Same as we've been doing for months now, but as weird as it sounds, I think the war might actually be over soon. And as weird as it sounds again, I'm glad. The stakes are getting higher and it just feels like this storm is what everything has been leading up to.

I'm writing because I miss you obviously. I dream about you a lot, you know. But a lot has happened and I just wanted to make sure you were okay. A lotta shit went down recently and it got me thinking. You ever feel like you're not as in control of something as you thought you were? We went up against a Sith today. Think like Jedi, but unimaginably evil. He wanted information.....and I tried so kriffing hard....but I gave it up. He ripped the information right outta my kriffing head. My own thoughts....just ripped right out of my mind. I couldn't help it. I betrayed my brothers. My own mind betrayed me. You ever feel as if your own thoughts are against you? Rex says I'm not a traitor, but I feel like one. I thought I had more control than that. I thought I had more discipline. I'm so sorry, babe. I know I said I'd be home by now, but duty calls and like a good soldier does, I've got to answer.

I know you don't wanna hear this, babe, but after what happened I just need to say it. If I don't make it back to you, know that it's not because I didn't try like hell to see you again.

Gods I miss you.

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I'm so kriffing tired, babe. When I close my eyes tonight, I'm gonna think about that night at your place when I last saw you. I wanna remember how your arms felt around me. I wish I could hold you. I wish I could kiss you because right now you are the only thing in the entire Galaxy that would make things seem anywhere close to normal again. I just feel so lost out here without you. I want nothing more than to be back at your place, holding you tight, but hey, you fell for a soldier. I won't fail you, babe. I'll come home soon, I promise. We're heading back to Coruscant soon. I can't wait to see you. I need to feel you in my arms. I need to hold you, touch you, smell that hot fruity perfume you like to wear when you know I'm coming over. I love you! I'll come home, babe. As soon as we've fired off the last shots of this war into the fried Separatist brain circuits, I'll come running. I promise. I love you. Your favorite man, Jesse

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rexxdjarin · 1 year

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dom!Cody x Reader x Rex thotty little one shot

18+ RATED E MINORS DNI GET TF AWAY YALL SHOULDNT BE READING THIS

basically I just thought rex would wanna share you and this got obscenely out of hand...even for me LOL. also I did not proof read let me know if you see any psychotic ramblings I need to fix

warnings: cucking ur captain bf hardcore, this is very much so light bdsm/dom!cody running the show type shit so if you’re not into that gtfo, exhibitionism ig, spanking, absolutely excessive teasing, punishment & dirty talk, begging, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, p in v, implied loving bonded relationship, consent discussed and agreed upon, threeway if you sorta squint? no cl*necest

The briefing room is stuffy. Air stale and tension prickling through every last person sitting through this long meeting. Being an expert military strategist in an army filled with perfectly crafted, brilliant clones was both a fascinating experience and a beautiful distraction.

And you’d know that better than anyone. Your boyfriend was one of the two commanding officers standing beside the Jedi running the briefing. Captain Rex was bold, confident, cunning and agile, the maverick leader of an entire battalion. Yet you were lucky enough to see the sides of him the rest of the galaxy did not. He was understanding, empathetic, encouraging, supportive and so brave in his commitment to both his kindness and his affection for you.

You could see the warm twinkle in his eyes even now, as he scanned the room every so often to sneakily make eye contact with you, his girl. Everyone knew. His entire company, other battalions, hells- even his General had his suspicions. With you he was happy, willing to do anything beside, with and for you. There was nothing he would not do to give you the same happiness.

The whole briefing you couldn’t help but notice another set of those simmering brown eyes gazing at you longingly from the front of the room. You weren’t surprised if it was Rex staring at you flirtatiously, you’d even come to expect it. But the man staring at you with Rex’s same look of carnal need was the biggest surprise of all.

Commander Cody. Marshall Commander Cody to be exact.

Rex’s closest brother in the whole galaxy and his commanding officer was practically tearing your clothes off of you with only his eyes. You couldn’t mistake that look. You knew it too well on that face already.

The ding that marked the close of an hours long briefing couldn’t have come soon enough. The exhaustion looming over the room lifted as the group of mostly clones finally got to take their leave and stretch their legs around the barracks they hadn’t seen in months.

You packed away your datapad and the rest of your belongings, making your way to your boyfriend finishing his conversation at the far side of the room. Before you could approach, Cody motioned to have you join him. You didn’t know him all that well, meaning you weren’t as close with him as you were Torrent Company and most of what you knew of him came from stories Rex told you during your nightly pillowtalk.

“Hi, Commander. Long briefing.” You greeted, rubbing the tightness from your shoulder with one hand and craning your neck to the side to stretch. You watched his eyes dart along the long line of open skin now exposed from your collarbone to your neck and knew that what you saw earlier was all but confirmed. Commander Cody wanted you. You smiled up at him, trying to subtly hint that you knew he’d been staring without having to actually acknowledge it. “Can I help you with something?”

“You always so formal?” He began, leaning back on his elbows against the table he’d been seated at and smirking.

“I mean…in a setting like this I should be, right?” You replied, staring at a few of his stray curls just beginning to fall out of place probably from the pure stress of this meeting. He was fucking handsome. They all were, obviously. But Cody had a commanding confidence that was as intoxicating as it was intimidating. He had a presence and he knew it. It radiated off him in a way it didn’t in Rex. He had a way of looking stoic and strong but also assuring and kind. Similar qualities to Rex but with a completely different energy all his own.

A big toothy grin spread across the stern focused expression he’d been wearing for the last hour or so. “I suppose. Though, from what I hear…you aren’t always that way.” He stood up, stepping closer and trying to gauge your reaction. He had been flirting with you. You weren’t just seeing things this entire time.

You straightened up, tossing your hair behind your shoulders and shrugging. “I wonder who you could have possibly heard that from.” You motioned toward Rex, finally making his way over to the two of you. “I’m only as formal as he asks me to be. I like to do as I’m told…sometimes.” You smirk.

Cody’s demeanor faltered slightly, letting out a weighted exhale of pent up frustration. He folded his arms in front of his broad chest, the faintest rumble of a moan leaving him. “Hmmm don’t tempt me. I may want to test out how well you follow orders, mesh’la.” His gaze raked over your frame suggestively, quirking an eyebrow up as he appreciated what he’d been distracting himself with closer up this time.

Before you could respond, Rex’s arm snaked around your side. He kissed your cheek, greeting you with a warm embrace right in front of the man that had been lusting after you so openly a few seconds ago. “How’d I look up there, my mesh’la?” Rex asked happily, looking between you and Cody.

You nuzzled into the comfort of his hug and sighed happily. “Excellent work as always. Not bad to look at for a few hours either.”

“I could say the same for you. Kept me from blanking and losing my thoughts up there.” He kissed the top of your head and nodded at his brother. “Think it kept us both occupied.” Rex commented with a darker chuckle, his hand lowering to your waist. You could feel the tension between the two men thickening again, the effect their gaze had on your body enough to make your skin erupt in goosebumps.

“Was just going to ask her about the arrangement we’d been discussing, vod’ika. Good timing.” Cody muttered, stepping closer to you than you would ordinarily allow any man who wasn’t your boyfriend. Your breath hitched in your throat as his alluring presence pulled you in like a magnet. Rex hummed softly, brushing your hair out of the way to dot kisses up your neck.

“Oh good…” He muttered, the breath on your neck sending chills down your spine while Cody’s eyes roved over you hungrily. “You see…I was bragging about you, my very…very pretty girl…” You could feel his smirk against your skin, Cody watching you react to his touch. “You know I love to do that.”

“Oh yeah? All good things I hope.” You remarked, letting your body fall into Rex’s grasp and submitting to whatever this moment was about to turn into.

“Of course. Always such a good girl for me, aren't you?” He whispered in your ear, nipping at the lobe and making you gulp as you nodded in response. The knot of arousal was starting to wind tighter in your belly and it was like both men could sense the effect it had on you. “Thing is…I’ve bragged so much that Cody’s a little curious now, mesh’la.”

You let a wry smile spread across your face, locking eyes with Cody while Rex’s hands traveled up your waist to cup your breast provocatively. “Didn’t know you saw me like that, Cody.”

“Hmm…I think you do. And if we’re going to do anything, best to learn to be honest with me. I’m not as forgiving as my brother, little one.” He licked his lips, tipping your chin up with his knuckle to get a better look at you. His normally stern face was more pleading than you remember it looking earlier and it made you giddy to think that these two incredibly handsome, perfect men were all hot and bothered over you. It was flattering to say the very least.

“Is that so, Sir? Now I’m intrigued…” You flirted, reaching a hand up to rest on his forearm. “What did you both have in mind?”

“See? She learns pretty quickly, vod. Can teach her to do whatever you’d like. She’s so good. Always is.” Rex pulled back, brushing your cheekbone with his thumb and smiling proudly. He wanted this too.

“Well I want to see how good you feel…how much you can take. And your boyfriend’s kinda got a thing about watching you. Does that sound good to you? Think you can handle us both?” Cody asked, his hands traveling dangerously close to the zipper on the front of your uniform.

“Oh I know I can.” You replied devilishly, looking between the two of them standing somewhat dumbfounded in surprise before you. The sheer shock that this profane little fantasy of theirs was actually about to come true made both of these confident men at least slightly nervous. “Though I doubt it would be a good idea to do it here, boys.” You giggled, motioning to the obvious cameras with sightlines all around this briefing room.

Cody smiled, “Perks of being Marshall Commander. Private quarters.” He pointed toward the door and nodded you forward, “After you then, darling.” You turned on your heels, slinking through the blast doors and down the hallway toward Cody’s room, accentuating your hips far more than you had to.

“Keep it up, mesh’la.” Rex warned, half kidding as he and Cody strode a few feet behind you. You shot him a teasing glance over your shoulder as you turned the corner to wait in front of Cody’s door. You knew exactly what a little flirting like that did to Rex, you were dying to know how it would affect Cody.

They caught up to you, both Cody and Rex caging you into the doorframe while he punched in the code to get you inside. Normally, you and Rex would be consumed by each other already, barrelling through the barracks door to the little corner of the room set aside for Rex. Not this time. Cody was seemingly in charge, Rex taking a back seat to let his brother fully experience what being with you was like. That included all the lead up too, apparently.

The doors opened and you all nearly fell over each other to get inside and seal it shut behind you. In seconds, Cody was on you, hands needy and grabby as he felt every last curve of your body. He didn’t kiss you, yet, just felt you up, pressing your bodies together and letting you feel the effect you were having on him against your thigh.

“Do you know how hard it is to run an entire fucking meeting while thinking only about tearing the clothes off you? I don't know how you can even think straight with her around…” His hands kneaded your ass roughly, earning a tiny gasp from you.

“I can’t. But knowing I can do something about it after helps.” Rex joked, removing pieces of his armor to sit on Cody’s desk chair in the corner of the room. “I get to have her as much as I want, remember?”

“He’s greedy.” Cody muttered, nipping at your collar bone as he dragged the top of your uniform down your shoulders. “He shouldn’t get to keep someone so pretty all to himself.”

You shuddered as he undid the zipper on your chest and tossed your top to the ground beneath you. “I figured you’d respect my loyalty, Cody.”

“Commander.” He corrected, “from now on you address me as Commander or Sir. Unless I say otherwise, understood?” He pulled back, hands smoothing up and down your sides as he took in the sight of you half naked before him.

“Yes, Sir. Whatever you ask, as long as Rex is ok with it.” You replied, trying your best to obey both of their wishes. You glanced over at Rex who had made himself comfortable in the corner of the room and he smiled encouragingly.

“Go on, mesh’la. Make me so proud. Show off like I know you can.” He smirked, his legs spread wide and his body resting on his elbows as he watched you get undressed.

Your gaze flicked back to Cody looming over you, dark lust seeping into the warm golden brown of his pretty eyes. You took in the familiar face in front of you: his strong jaw and pronounced nose, heavy expressive brow that framed his every emotion, full lips and stubble just starting to grow back. It was a face you knew, but how he wore it was all his own.

Without another moment’s hesitation, you placed your palm on his cheek and brought him in for a languid, heated kiss. His tongue collided with yours and the intensity of his kisses consumed your every thought. You worked to unclip the armor from his shoulders, the plastoid falling off one after another. Your hands slid down the expanse of his astoundingly strong torso and under the black body glove to get at the simmering skin underneath.

He sighed happily as you smoothed over every flexing muscle, guiding the fabric off him. He broke the kiss with an amused chuckle to remove the top and drop it among the mess of armor at your feet. “Like what you see?” He asked, as your trail of kisses traveled down his jaw and into the hollow of his neck.

“Mhm. And it’s only fair. You get to see me, I get to see you.” You giggled, your tongue softly tracing down his collar bone. Your hands massaged down his sides, his grip on your backside pressing your breasts into his chest deliciously.

“Think I’m ready for a little more of you, cyar’ika.” Suddenly, you were swept off your feet, Cody scooping up your entire body in his arms and pressing you into another heated kiss. He kicked off his boots and made his way to his cot, laying you down on top of it. He hovered above you, taking his time caressing the dips in your waist as he slipped your bottoms down your legs. You kicked them off you, your body trembling with excitement.

Your head felt dizzy, Cody’s pure attentiveness to every detail of your body was making your brain fog and the tension in your belly grow. You could see just by the look in his eyes where this was going. He kissed down your chest, his tongue laving over each nipple with careful consideration, making your back arch off the cot. You moaned softly, your legs parting to allow his body to slot in between. “...is this…hmmm…what you were imagining, Commander?”

He looked up from the trail of kisses he was leaving down your lower belly and huffed out an adrenaline filled exhale, “better. So much better, darlin.” He rolled his hips, brushing against where your center was aching to be touched. “Wanna get you nice and ready for me..” His hands traveled down your hip bones to rest on your thighs, kneading the plush between his hands and kissing the sensitive skin just to watch you squirm. “She’s so obedient, vod’ika. Listens so well.”

Rex’s raspy chuckle echoed from the corner of the room you could no longer see, but you could tell the arousal was creeping in on him too. “She doesn’t always. Figured you’d like that about her.”

Cody glanced up at you from between your thighs, raising a brow in intrigue like he wanted to challenge you to misbehave a little. The fire in your belly convinced you to get a little bolder and you reached down to tug on his hair gently. His eyes rolled back in his head, enjoying the contact and groaning quietly. “I can see that. Eager little thing…”

He ghosted his touch over your clit, his broad fingertips tracing slow circles made you gasp loudly. “If you want more…ask politely. I can wait all day for you to behave.” He blew warmth over the wet node, making you buck your hips toward him to chase after it.

“Please, Commander. Taste me, please.” You whimpered, your thighs shaking with anticipation because he was so close to relieving the pressure building in your belly. You glanced pitifully over at Rex, hoping he’d feel bad enough to encourage him to help you. Instead, he bit down on his lower lip, his eyelids hooding over the arousal in his dark eyes while he palmed himself over his bottoms. He winked deviously, signaling to you that he was enjoying watching you squirm too much to jump in and help any right now.

“That’s a good girl.” Cody cooed, dipping down to flick the bud with his tongue. “The more you obey, the better you’ll feel, got it?” He offered, lazily beginning to lap up the wetness soaking your folds. “I can’t promise I’ll be gentle…can’t help myself with a pussy this sweet.” He flattened his tongue and licked a long stripe through your parted lips. You moaned loudly, digging your fingers in his curls and starting to pant to keep up with the tension wracking your body. “But you can tell me if it gets to be too much. Tap me anywhere three times or say the word jogan and we’ll stop, ok pretty girl? Let me hear your pretty voice say ok...”

Your chest felt like it was going to explode, the overwhelming pleasure he was already coaxing making it impossible to speak. You inhaled deeply, barely squeaking out a whimper of an ok as he kept a steady pace between your folds.

“Little louder, cyar’ika. Can’t hear you..” He chuckled, wrapping his lips around your bud and sucking as his fingers held you open for him.

“Ok, Commander. Just…please…faster.” You begged, pressure in your belly pulsed harder as he slipped a digit inside you. You tipped your head back into his pillow and cried, his wide digit forcing your pounding walls to accept his intrusion. He slipped in a second digit, grunting in satisfaction as he twisted his wrist to finger you deeper. The combination of his mouth around your sensitive bud and his fingers fucking you open was euphoric, the pleasure coursing through every nerve in your body and growing stronger with his every move.

“So fucking tight. You need me to fill you, don’t you? You’re fucking aching for it.” Cody drawled, his jaw dropping as he relished in the feeling of you taking him, imagining how good it would feel around the part of him that really needed it.

“Mhm…yes, sir. I need it. I need to come, please.” You whined, too wrapped up in the pleasure to outlast much more of his teasing. You could hear Rex swearing softly under his breath, the sounds leaving you making him all the more eager. “Fuck…Commander, please.” You begged, your breathing ragged as he curled his fingers inside you to hit your spot harshly.

“Mouthy little one…” He swore as your entrance spasmed around his fingers, your body starting to topple over the peak and into your first climax. “You can come when I tell you to.” He laughed cruelly, pulling his fingers out to taste your slick coating them. “She’s so fucking sweet. How do you ever fucking control yourself?” He asked Rex, who sighed deeply.

“I don’t have to.” Rex replied coolly, grunting as he watched you whine for more contact from Cody. The dizzying high you were feeling had started to recede, making you groan in frustration which both men ignored. “Stars- she looks so pretty like this. All hot and bothered.”

“I know she wants to come. I can feel it. Isn’t that right? Tell us what you need. Be a good girl and beg.” Cody teased, running his fingers over your clit faster this time, licking through your folds and waiting for your release.

“Commander…please let me come. Please..” You whined, bucking your hips and gripping the sheets beneath you as he kept playing with you faster. You felt both men’s eyes watching your body react to Cody’s intensifying touch. Every part of your body felt jolts of electricity coursing pleasure through it. Heat simmered in your core and swelled outward as Cody stoked the flames of arousal. You closed your eyes and let go, resigning to your body’s reaction to Cody’s touch.

“Come for me. Show your boyfriend how fucking pretty you are when you come for me.” Cody muttered, his fingers entering you again to curl up against your spot over and over. You moaned loudly, the heat in your belly overwhelming you and your high crashing into you. The melodic sound of your climax had Rex gasping for breath as he finally wrapped his hand around his cock.

Your pleasure felt like stardust dissolving into your bloodstream, sending numbing bliss cascading through your body. You panted as your muscles contracted and finally relaxed back into Cody’s grasp, his hands caressing your thighs to keep you grounded. “Fuck.” You sighed, dragging your fingertips through Cody’s hair again and watching him smirk in smug satisfaction. “How’d you figure me out so quick?”

Cody laughed and ran his fingers through your slick to collect it. “Because I know what I’m doing, darling.” He propped himself up on his knees and lifted you off the cot with one hand, bringing the other spend covered one to your lips. “Think this proves it.”

You leaned forward to take his fingers into your mouth, slipping your tongue around each digit to carefully clean the sticky taste off of him. His eyes darkened even more, his excitement at your compliance making a filthy groan rumble through his broad chest. You could feel Rex’s gaze burning into you from across the room, but all you could focus on was Cody demanding your attention in front of you.

He hissed softly, his arm tucking you in tighter to him and his hips bucking his length slowly between your cheeks. “Good girl. Lick ‘em clean for me. That’s it.” He encouraged, using all his strength to hold your body weight in one hand. He watched you take him, studying the way your mouth enveloped him. “She’s so fucking good. Look at her…filthy girl”

Rex chuffed proudly, knowing full well what your mouth around him felt like. The sight of you a painful reminder of just how much better you felt than his fist. “Mesh’la, you want to take more. I know you do.”

Cody pulled his fingers from your mouth and shifted to hold your jaw gently in his grasp. “Is that true? Can you be a good girl and tell me what you want?” He instructed, slowing his hips rutting against your bottom to torture you further. He wanted to make the tension simmer, to draw it out for even longer and make you keen for the pull of his cock inside you.

You stared up at him, the overwhelming need in your center starting to border on painful. You looped your arms around his shoulders and pulled yourself closer, clinging to the width of his body. “I…I want you…to fuck me.” You moaned in his ear, kissing down the side of his neck urgently and feeling his arms curl around your back almost protectively.

Cody hummed lowly, like he was planning some kind of wicked compromise right before giving you what you wanted. “Louder, cyar’ika. Let Rex hear what you want me to do to you.” He muttered in your ear, kissing the space behind it agonizingly slowly.

You whimpered pitifully at the thought of teasing your boyfriend by calling out another man’s name. Both of them lusting after you in some way made your body burn with arousal so hot you could barely remember your own name. Cody’s obscene words in your ear driving you to tease Rex almost into madness. He had ultimate control of everyone in the room and it set every nerve in your body on end.

From across the room, Rex stared at you, already blissed out once and completely overwhelmed by so much attention at the same time. He was a tortured, aroused mess, his clothes and armor scattered all over the floor around him. His bare chest was heaving as he worked at himself, slow and focused while you were taken apart bit by bit right in front of him. With nothing to do but yearn for you around him, he ached and thickened in his own hands, more full and angry than you could ever remember. And the look in his eyes said that no matter what Cody was going to put you through first, Rex was going to have the last of you, take the final turn and finish you the way he knew best.

You tipped your head back and rolled your hips against Cody’s cock between your thighs. “I need your cock, Commander. Fuck me.” You asked, lust dripping off your tongue with every syllable you spoke. Cody moaned quietly, a sinful sound escaping his composed frame.

“Stars- she’s so fucking hot.” He swore, lifting you off of him and laying you down on his cot again, spinning you around on your belly with a few quick turns of his hand. His grip massaged down your sides and held you down by your waist as he thrusted up against your ass roughly. “I want to watch this tight little thing take me. Oh mesh’la, I’m going to fuck you so hard.” He panted, swatting your right cheek with a well placed slap.

You raised your bottom higher, your face buried in the pillows as if to offer him the chance to strike you again if he wanted to. And oh you wanted him to. The heat of contact on your skin made you shudder with anticipation, the heat in your center starting to drip down your thighs all over again. “Again, sir. Please.” You whimpered softly, backing into him eagerly.

“You’ve been holding out on me, cyar’ika. You can take a little more hmm? You want me to be rougher?” Cody asked, instructing you to confirm one more time just to be polite. You nodded quickly, reaching your hands back to search for his hold on you. “Use your words, sweet girl. You want me to spank you harder?”

“Yes, sir. Harder.” You whined, the heat in your belly a liquid so molten you were sure you’d melt if you got any hotter. Without another sound, he spanked the other side with slightly more force, the tingling sensation spreading down your thighs and up the small of your back. You cried out, your immediate reaction to the pain ending in a smiling giggle as you felt the endorphins rush to absorb the pleasure it brought you.

He dipped down, placing open mouthed, hot tongue kisses laving up your spine. “Yeah, you fucking like that? I know you do. Your mesh’la’s so strong, vod. Fearless, sexy, demanding, needy little thing. He’s so lucky. We’re gonna show him how lucky he is, aren’t we pretty girl?” He twisted his fingers in your hair and tugged up gently, lifting you to your knees to look directly at Rex.

Your entire front exposed, a sheen of sweat coating every curve of your body, Rex groaned audibly, his eyes wide and concentrated scowl broken as he watched you caving to Cody’s every demand. “Mhm.” You managed to squeal happily as Cody bent you over in front of him. He spread your legs wide and pressed your head into the blankets at the end of his mattress. You arched your back, opening yourself up for him and exhaling slowly as you waited anxiously for him to enter you like you wanted.

With one hand holding your face into position on the cot and the other keeping your entrance steady in front of him, Cody let out a string of curses as he exhaled. Clearly more aroused and falling apart than he was letting on earlier. He lined himself up with your entrance, deliberately circling the hole with his tip and making you flutter around him impatiently.

He pushed in, shallow rolls of his hips to fuck into you with just the head of his cock. Your eyes rolled back in your head, waiting with bated breath and tense anticipation for him to stretch you around him more. Cody dove just deep enough to make you feel him, but not filling you up enough to cut the mounting pressure inside you.

You cried out for him, desperately trying to get him to move just a few inches to push you open. “Co-Commander…Cody…please. I want- want you. Inside me.” You panted.

His grip on the plush of your hips tightened, his breath fanning over your back as he exerted more energy than before. You could hear the tension rising in him now, his groans increasing in volume and his resolve to torture you so delightfully finally starting to break. “Oh you want it? You want it all? Want me to bury it in you? Wanna own my cock, mesh’la? Then beg…beg for it, pretty girl.”

You bit back sobs of frustration as he slipped himself inside so slowly it ached to be so close yet not feel any relief. “I want your cock, Sir. I want it so bad. All of it. Deep as you can…Cody please.” You cried, tears streaming down your cheeks as he guided his fingers over your clit to lessen the sting of overstimulation setting in.

“Fuuuck. Listen to her, vod…exactly how I want her. Desperate for my cock. Sounds so perfect when she begs. Gonna let her fucking take it. Watch her fucking cry when she comes for me.” Cody rasped, his voice deep and booming as desire finally overtook him. He backed out gradually before ramming himself back inside so fully and completely it tore the breath from your lungs.

You scrambled for something to hold onto and found purchase in the blankets Cody had strategically placed to support you. When you finally found air to fill your lungs again, your exhale came out as a scream. Each full thrust split you apart and pressed into every aching spot inside your pounding walls. The drag of him entering and leaving the velvet of your insides had him panting and moaning in ecstasy, compliments and curses blending in your ears.

Every sense was totally overwhelmed and consumed by Cody’s presence. You could do nothing else but take each thrust and absorb every wickedly intense pulse of his cock against your insides. You could feel yourself collapsing around him, the tension winding tighter and heavier. Shockwaves splinter through every empty space inside you, pleasure beginning to filter in to break the tremendous burn of torture he was determined to put you through.

You could feel any resistance left inside you break as his groans and whimpers of pleasure got louder and louder. Happy tears of bliss leaked down your cheeks, soaking the blankets beneath you and mimicking the squelching sound of his cock fucking you impossibly deep. Your walls spasmed erratically as he drilled into you just a few times more. Your high pitched moans made Cody all but collapse on top of you, drawing his hips back to send you rocketing into your orgasm at lightspeed.

Cody pulled you both up on your knees again, wrapping his arm around your waist as you writhed against the strength of his body behind you. “Look at him when you cum.” He panted, gripping your chin to turn you toward Rex, his frame barely visible past the haze of pleasure blurring your vision. “Let him see you, cyar’ika.” Cody muttered in your ear, kissing the side of your neck gingerly to bring you down from your high.

Your eyelids fluttered open to gaze at Rex as you began the descent down from your high. Rex was a disheveled mess, his lip swollen from biting down on it to keep quiet. His fist and lower torso were coated in ribbons of his own release, the sight of you finishing too much for him to resist giving into himself.

“Rex…baby....” You whimpered, wanting nothing more than to clean him up and collapse into the comfort of his arms. He seemed exhausted, but happy. And you felt the same way. Completely spent and utterly fucked silly, you don’t know how Cody could even stand right now. You squirmed in his grasp, his arms loosening their grip on you as he understood what you wanted now more than ever before.

Cody set you down on your own two feet, wiping up his release from where he’d painted it on your back when he came. “You are such a good girl..the best. Thank you for obliging us.” He whispered softly, any trace of the filthy, dominant, near brutal man he was before completely erased from memory. “Now take that pretty little cunt back to who it belongs to. He’s waited his turn.” Cody chuckled, kissing your cheek a final time and urging you forward.

You wobbled forward on totally unsteady footing and collapsed in Rex’s lap. “M-missed, my Captain.” You muttered through the exhaustion, curling your thighs around his waist and pawing at his bare chest with needy hands.

“Awh…that’s my favorite girl. Made us both feel so good, the way only you can, mesh’la.” Rex replied, twisting a finger in a few strands of hair and letting you come back to yourself in his arms safely. Aftercare was always his favorite time with you. “And fuck me- you looked so good. Get to pick you up and take you away cause you’re all mine? I am so lucky.”

You smiled against his warm, bronze skin and cooed little whispers of assurance and adoration in his ear. “I had so much fun. Commander’s very, very good. Next time…maybe I can let you each have a turn.” You giggled mischievously, feeling Rex’s cock jump excitedly underneath you.

“Next time, huh?” Rex said incredulously, looking back toward his brother sprawled out beneath his sheets and catching his breath. Cody smiled wide and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, shrugging his approval to do this again.

You gaze up at your perfect, sweet boyfriend and sigh dreamily at the thought of making him feel as good as you did Cody. Hopefully the next time would be soon. “I’m ready whenever you both are…should I call you Captain or Sir?”

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