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Prompt - The five times you hugged Captain Rex plus the one time he hugs you
The first time it happened Rex wasn’t expecting it. His attention hadn’t even been on you at the time, which was rare in itself because his eyes always seemed to find you. Now though he was focused on the scene ahead, the memory of battle droids coming from all over, too many to count and even less time to think playing in his mind. The only thing that mattered was his blaster and the droids.
When the fight was over and the battle won Rex walked away, there were too many of his brothers lying motionless on the floor. Battles were hard, war was hard and sometimes he just needed a moment.
He didn’t know for sure how long he’d been gone for before he heard footsteps behind him. He didn’t turn to look at whoever had approached him either. He just stared ahead.
You smiled sadly at Rex, lately the battles had been worse than ever, more and more of the 501st were dying and you knew it was taking a toll on the Captain. You didn’t need the Force to feel his sadness, it was written across his face plain as day.
Rex stayed silent, not even glancing over at you and you weren’t sure he was even fully aware you were there, lost in his own thoughts, drowning in loss and pain.
You wrapped your arms around him, it was the only thing you could do, there were no words to make any of this better, as much as you wished they could there were no words that could bring his brothers back, no words that would end the war.
The only thing you could do was remind him he wasn’t alone.
The first sign Rex gave of finally noticing you were the was by tensing in your arms, his whole body stiff as a board at the contact. You stayed where you were though, head against the plastic on his chest and arms around his waist.
“What are you doing?” He finally managed to ask, his voice low as he tried his best to keep his composure even as the feeling of you around him made him want to break.
“Hugging you.” You answered quietly, feeling the confusion coming from him and your heart ached for the Captain.
“Why?” He asked again, swallowing around the lump in his throat and hating the stinging of tears he felt.
“Because I’m sorry. Because you’re not alone, because this war is exhausting.” You sighed and felt him take a shuddering breath, hesitating a moment before bringing his arms to wrap around you.
The touch was unsure, like he hadn’t actually ever hugged anybody before and with what little information you’d managed to piece together about Kamino and the Kaminoans you wouldn’t have been too surprised if that was the case after all.
Rex stayed like that for a little longer, somehow the feel of your arms around him made things seem a little better, made it a little easier to breathe.
The next time it happened neither of you had been expecting it. It had been months since you had last hugged Rex though since then you had thought about it plenty.
Rex and you had been commanded to lead half of the 501st to one side of the base whilst Anakin led the other half to the other side.
That should have been the easy part and yet when an explosion sounded from Anakin’s side your stomach dropped before suddenly there was a full battalion of battle droids in front of you.
You lost track of who was where, lost in the midst of battle droids, deflecting blaster shots as quickly as you could but even you were struggling to keep up as the battle droids drew closer.
At some point you managed to get it under control, ending up back to back with Jesse as you took down as many droids as you could.
It felt like the battle went on for hours, by the end of it you were bruised and sore but still alive. You looked around the battlefield, trying to find Rex among the crowd and gasped when you saw him on the ground, members of the 501st surrounding him.
You pushed through the small crowd and knelt down next to him, carefully pulling off his helmet to see a cut above his forehead bleeding heavily down his face.
“Help me get him to Kix.” You said to Fives and Echo, both of them nodding and carefully picking Rex up between them.
You had wanted to wait with Rex until he was awake but the Council had insisted on having both you and Anakin present as you gave accounts of what had happened. You had tried to argue with Anakin, watching as he threw a worried look his Captain’s way but told you it was the Council’s orders.
Kix had been the one to assure you that Rex would be alright, that he just needed some rest and then he’d be up like nothing had happened. You had gotten him to promise to send someone to get you if Rex so much as winced in pain and he sent you away with an amusement smile.
“You’ve got a good one there, Captain.” Kix murmured to the sleeping man once you were out of ear shot.
You barely heard anything during the meeting, both Obi-Wan and Master Windu had to call for your attention several times and when it came time for you to recount what had happened on your side you rushed through it, hoping to get back to Rex’s side before he woke up.
“Is everything alright, Y/N?” Obi-Wan asked you softly, his concern clear across his face.
“Rex got injured during the attack.” Anakin answered for you and Obi-Wan’s look of concern shifted to one of knowing, not that you were sure what it was he knew.
“We shouldn’t be too long now, Y/N. You can check on your Captain soon enough.” Master Windu shot Obi-Wan a small glare but you didn’t care enough to read into it, just smiled gratefully at Obi-Wan and prayed to the Force that it really wouldn’t take much longer.
By the time the meeting finally ended you were practically bouncing on your heels to get back to Rex. When the holo shut off you turned to see Anakin looking at you with a mix of fondness and amusement.
“Go on then, go see your Captain.” Anakin smirked, copying Obi-Wan’s words from earlier.
You didn’t even stop to roll your eyes at him, instead you practically ran from the tent and back over to where the med bay had been set up. You paused when you saw Rex walking out, a frown on his face as he rubbed at his temple carefully.
You immediately made your way over to him, throwing your arms around his waist to hug him tightly. Without the plastic armour in the way you could hear his heart beating quickly in his chest.
“I’m so glad you’re okay.” You murmured into his chest, closing your eyes and focusing on that heartbeat.
Just like last time Rex went stiff in your hold but it didn’t last long, the Captain let himself relax in your arms, bringing his own arms up to wrap around you, letting you ground him now that the battle was done.
Rex was tired. It was hard to know what day it was whilst they travelled through hyperspace, the cycles all merging into one another.
He hasn’t slept in days, after the latest mission that had left everyone sore and drained, he had avoided his room and focused on his holopad, making sure everything was up to date.
He frowned to himself as he wrote down the names of all who had been lost in the battle, letting anger and rage wash over him before shaking his head. There was nothing he could do for them now, he could only protect what was left of his brothers.
He pushed himself away from the table, unable to carry on and walked out of the room, making his way through the corridors of the ship with no real destination in mind and feeling some of the tension leave his shoulders when he saw you talking to Echo and Fives.
You were the first to notice him, your whole face lighting up with a smile when you saw him and Rex felt his heart speed up. That was something he had started noticing more and more, whenever he saw you his heart raced wildly. He knew he liked you, from the moment he met you his first thought was that you were so beautiful but he never dreamed of acting on his thoughts.
There was too much risk involved for both of you and besides what would somebody like you ever want with him? Rex was just another Clone, sure he might have the title of Captain but at the end of the day when somebody looked at him all they saw was a Clone.
“Rex!” You beamed as he approached the three of you, watching as Echo and Fives grinned at each other after looking between Rex and you.
“General.” He smiled back, his smile widening as you rolled your eyes at him.
For months now you had insisted he call you by your name and for months he had held onto your title.
“We were just going.” Fives said, giving Echo a pointed look and Echo chuckled as he agreed, the two of them waving goodbye whilst snickering to each other.
“I don’t even want to know what they’re up to.” You laughed softly before turning your attention back to Rex, smile dimming slightly when you saw the tiredness that seemed to radiate from him. “You okay?”
“No need to worry about me.” Rex told you in lieu of a real answer causing your eyebrows to knit together.
Rex knew you wouldn’t let the topic drop, he knew once you got it into your head that he wasn’t ok you wouldn’t just leave him be. If it had been anyone else it would have bothered him, he hadn’t asked for help so he didn’t need it. But somehow it was different when it was you, somehow when it was you he didn’t mind.
In fact it sent a warm feeling through him, one that he usually tried not to think too hard about. Recently though he hadn’t been able to ignore it, it had been months since that first time you had hugged him and yet that small bit of contact seemed to have awoken something inside him.
Rex shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was to feel your arms around him, now that you’d done it once and he hadn’t pushed you away you seemed to have taken that as acceptance even if he himself had never initiated a hug yet.
“It’s been a long mission, huh?” You murmured into his chest, your hand rubbing a comforting rhythm into his back and he felt himself begin to relax with each brush.
The hugs seemed to break down any walls he had, sending them crumbling like they were nothing more than a house of cards. Each time you hugged him he felt the embarrassing sting of tears that were unbecoming of a Captain, if any of his men could see him now.
But they couldn’t.
The hallways were clear and he had a feeling Echo and Fives would see to it that they stayed that way if their matching grins meant anything. He laughed in your hold, the sound coming out weak and more sob-like and he was faster to wrap his arms around you this time, letting his head rest on top of yours to hide his watery eyes.
“Yeah,” He breathed out, “yeah General it has.”
There wasn’t much more to be said, nothing changed the fact that you were in the middle of a war. Your soft whispered words of reassurance made him feel better, but nothing helped as much as your arms holding him tight, reminding him that no matter how much he lost, he still had you.
The next time you hugged Rex was different compared to all the other times. It happened on a night where the 501st were grounded in Coruscant and the men had all planned a much, much needed night at 79’s.
Rex hadn’t been the one to ask you to join them, Jesse had beat him to it but when you protested, claiming that this should be time they spent together and away from their General’s Rex had laughed and insisted you were welcome, that they’d be more than happy for you to come with them.
“Are you sure you guys don’t mind me coming along?” You asked and Rex had given up counting how many times you’d ask the same question since he arrived to pick you up at the Jedi Temple.
The moment he first saw you he felt his eyes widen and he cursed his stupid heart as it began its predictable quickening pace that it had developed around you. You looked beautiful though, gone were the Jedi robes and in their place was a short dress that had Rex swallowing around a sudden lump in his throat.
“General, I swear to you we’re all happy you’re joining us tonight.” Rex told you with a warm laugh that had you smiling over at him, feeling your own heart begin to match the speed of the Captain’s.
You had never been to 79’s before and you couldn’t help but smile as you walked into the cantina, you recognised troopers from all different battalions, the place was warm and you couldn’t help the sudden intake of breath when you felt Rex’s hand on your lower back, the most amount of contact he had initiated with you outside of the battlefield.
You let Rex guide you over to a booth at the back, overly aware of his hand the whole time and savouring the feel of him against you before he let go to gesture for you to enter the booth first. You smiled at the cheery welcome the pair of you got from those who were already there, recognising both members of the 501st and the 212th.
Rex took the holopad from Cody with a smile, starting a conversation with the Commander as he ordered the two of you drinks. Your smile widened when you realised you didn’t have to tell him your drink of choice, watching as he ordered your usual without needing to ask.
One drink turned into two, two into four and before you knew it you were leaning into Rex’s side, cheeks flushed from the alcohol and laughing loudly along with the others at something Fives had said.
If asked Rex wouldn’t have been able to repeat what Fives had said, he was too busy looking at you. You were beautiful all the time but this was a side to you he didn’t get to see often, one he wanted to see much more, usually everything was shrouded with a bone deep exhaustion from the war but here it was easy to forget what was happening, here he could sit back and watch you laugh.
In here it was easy to forget the rules, forget that you were his General and he could be sent back to Kamino if he dared give into his feelings for you. In here it was easy to forget that both Jedi and Clones were forbidden from such thoughts, easy to forget everything when he could feel your head on his shoulder as you leaned against him, your whole body pressed against his.
It was hard to remember why he couldn’t just wrap his arm around your shoulder and pull you closer, hard to remember why he couldn’t pull you onto his lap and pepper kisses along your neck.
He was seconds away from reaching out to touch you when he glanced across the table and saw Cody, a knowing, sad look on his face and Rex could only shake his head, not letting the harsh reminder that he couldn’t have you ruin his night.
You stayed where you were for hours, pressed against Rex and laughing into his chest as you drank more drinks. It wasn’t long from sunrise when you turned further into Rex’s chest, eyes growing tired and you let the fall closed, wrapping an arm across Rex’s waist and feeling him relax in your hold.
Rex didn’t want to move you, here you were cuddling him but he knew he couldn’t let you. Just a small taste was enough to ruin him. So with a heavy heart he shook you gently, watching as you frowned and tried to bury yourself further into him. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched you pry your eyes open to glare at him.
“Let me take you back to the Temple.” Rex said softly, leaning down slightly so only you could hear him.
“You don’t have to.” You tried to insist but Rex wasn’t having it, Jedi or not there was no way he was letting you make your way back to the Temple alone.
“Come on, General.” He grinned at you, sliding out of the booth and holding a hand out for you. “Let’s get you home.”
You laughed softly as you slipped your hand into Rex’s, ignoring the loud cheers coming from behind you and waving goodbye to the other’s still left drinking.
The cold air hit you as soon as you stepped out of the cantina, a nice breeze cooling you down from the warmth of 79’s. You watched as Rex got the two of you a taxi and slid in next to him once more, not hesitating to plaster yourself against him considering this could be your only chance to be so close to him, knowing that you could both just blame it on the alcohol.
Rex spent most of the drive resisting the urge to wrap you in his arms, you made it look so easy each time you did it and Rex was growing annoyed with himself and his inability to just pull you closer.
By the time you pulled up to the Temple you weren’t ready to say goodnight to Rex but you knew there was nothing else you could do to stay in his company.
“I’m glad you came tonight…Y/N.” You couldn’t stop yourself from grinning ear to ear as Rex finally used your name, dismissing any titles and ranks between you.
“I’m glad too.” You told him softly, taking a step towards him and wrapping your arms around his waist. “Thank you for making sure I did, I had a great time.”
Rex wrapped his arms around you easier than any other time, only hesitating for half a second before did, his chin resting on your head as he savoured the feeling of you against him whilst also cursing how easy you had made it seem to close the distance between the two of you.
“I’ll see you soon, yeah?” Rex asked once the two of you finally pulled away from each other and you nodded, smiling softly at him. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
“Goodnight, Rex.” You murmured, turning to the entrance of the Temple and only looking back before you entered, smiling as you saw Rex watching after you, making sure you were in safely before he left.
“She’ll be back before you know it.” Fives assured him, nudging Rex’s shoulder as he sat down next to his brother.
“I should be with her.” Rex told him, tenser than he had been in a long time outside of a battle.
It had been days since you’d left, Obi-Wan had asked for your assistance in an undercover mission and you had agreed. When you told Rex he felt his heart just about stop, a complete opposite reaction to what it usually had around you.
He hated that you were leaving the 501st, he hated that you were leaving him. Out on missions it was you and him, he watched you back and you watched his, if he wasn’t there anything could happen to you.
“She’ll be fine, you know Cody won’t let anything happen to your girl.” Echo said and both him and Fives took great delight in watching Rex’s head shoot up to look at him with wide eyes.
“She isn’t my girl.” Rex grumbled after a minute had passed and Echo and Fives scoffed causing Rex to glare at the pair.
“She’s as good as.” Fives smirked. “What’s stopping you from making a move?”
“I can’t.” Rex sighed, he wanted to, he really did. It was all he could think about some days, whenever you were close to him, whenever you wrapped your arms around him, whenever the two of you stayed up late talking about everything and nothing. All he wanted was you. “You know the rules.”
“Is she worth the risk to break them?” Echo asked him softly, the amusement leaving his eyes as he looked at Rex’s seriously.
“Of course she is.” Rex answered without a moment’s hesitation. “I’m just not sure I’m worth the risk.”
Neither Echo nor Fives said anything more on the topic, quickly changing the subject in an attempt to get that sad, broken look off Rex’s face. It didn’t matter that they both knew you were head over heels for Rex, it didn’t matter that they knew you’d risk everything in a heartbeat for him. It was something Rex needed to figure out for himself.
“She was supposed to be back two weeks ago, General Skywalker says it’s been complete radio silence and I can’t contact Cody.” Rex groaned, pacing the floor of the grounded ship.
“It’s an undercover mission, you know how unpredictable they are.” Jesse tried to reason with him but Rex was beyond that.
He was a mess, he hadn’t slept in days, all his dreams were haunted by images of what could have happened to you and he cursed General Kenobi for taking you from him, if something had happened to you he would never forgive himself.
“The General’s back!” Fives shouted as he ran into the room, grinning at Rex who stopped in his tracks and practically broke his neck with how fast he turned to look at his brother. “Her, Kenobi and the 212th are outside.”
Rex didn’t need to hear anymore, he was brushing past Fives, ignoring the laughter that faded as he headed towards the ship's exit, practically running off the ship in a desperate need to make sure you were alright.
Even though he was looking for you, you found him first, grinning from your place with Obi-Wan, Anakin and Cody over at Rex and breaking away from the group without a word. They all watched you make your way over to Rex, the man pausing once he saw you, his eyes scanning you up and down but you didn’t give him much of a chance to look as you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly.
Rex felt like he could breathe for the first time in days and didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, drawing you impossibly closer and assuring himself you were safe.
“Are you okay?” Rex murmured into your hair, “You were supposed to be back weeks ago, I was worried.”
“I’m fine.” You told him with a soft laugh, pulling away only far enough so you could look up at him, smiling brightly at him as you watched him take in your features and see for himself that you really were fine. “We ran into a few problems but everything’s fine, we got the information we needed.”
“I’m just glad you’re okay.” Rex told you honestly and you smiled softly up at him, Rex smiling back down at you and both of you couldn’t help but think how easy it would be to close the gap between you.
For now though it didn’t matter, you were both content with this, simply holding each other, knowing that you had each other.
Rex could see it happen.
It was like a scene playing out before his eyes, he was just a bystander that couldn’t interfere. He tried to, stars had he tried. He ran until his sides ached and kept running but it was too late.
You were gone. The Separatist leader had taken you and Rex hadn’t been able to stop it. The only thing Rex knew was that he was made to protect you, not because you were his General, not because of his loyalties to the Republic but because he loved you.
He loved you and he never told you and now you were gone.
General Skywalker was furious. The 501st were devastated but no one more than Rex felt your loss.
He was heartbroken, he had to get you back and yet all the Council wanted to do was talk. Rex was ready to leave, he would find you on his own. There was no time for meetings behind closed doors, not when with each second that passed you got further and further away from him.
Days had passed with no action and Rex had had enough. The ship was grounded and he had no trouble sneaking away, ready to steal a smaller ship and head off to find you, though he had no real destination in mind, he would search the whole galaxy just to find you.
“Rex.” Anakin called just as he was about to climb into a ship.
Rex froze, torn between facing his General and carrying on ahead. He was about to take another step forward when Anakin spoke again.
“I’m coming with you.” At that Rex did turn around, seeing Anakin with a determined look on his face, lightsaber clutched in his hand as he walked over to the ship. “The Council has no immediate plans to help, we’re on our own.”
“We’ll find her, Sir.” Rex said firmly because there was no other option.
It had been three weeks since you’d been taken and Rex was losing his mind.
Anakin ignored calls from the Council, only answering them if they came from Obi-Wan who provided as much information as he could about possible locations you could be but other than that there was nothing.
Each place they’d searched ended with Rex breaking more and more, if they didn’t find you soon there would be nothing left of him to break. He slept very little and ate even less, his mind on a constant loop of all the terrible things that could be happening to you.
It was Obi-Wan who had suggested visiting Mevara, a planet on the outer rim known for its Separatist activity. Rex couldn’t set himself up for another failure and yet he still felt a small glimmer of hope that he knew would surely be crushed.
They had searched for hours before Anakin froze, Rex just narrowly avoided going into the back of him as he stared at the General in confusion.
“Sir?” He finally asked after Anakin had been still for nearly a minute, a frown on his face before he snapped back to himself.
“She’s here.” Anakin told him and Rex felt his heart stop as Anakin turned to face him.
“You’re sure, Sir?” Rex whispered, wide, hope filled eyes staring into Anakin’s.
“She’s here, Rex.” Anakin repeated and that was all Rex needed.
He let Anakin lead the way, the pair of them sneaking into one of the many Separatist bases on the planet and Anakin used the Force to find you, though their search was interrupted by battle droids.
Anakin called over to Rex where you were and Rex didn’t hesitate to fight his way through the droids, not feeling bad as he left Anakin behind to deal with the worst of them. He ran as fast as he could and came to the room Anakin had said, holding his breath before opening the door.
You were being held up by a containment field and after a quick scan of the room Rex ran over and made quick work of getting you down. He caught you by your arms and you let out a sob as you looked up at him.
“You came.” You whispered, the words catching in your throat from screaming and lack of water.
Rex couldn’t stop himself, for the first time since he’d met you he was the first to pull you into his arms.
You were exhausted, completely drained and your whole body ached in a way that words couldn’t even begin to describe. So when Rex pulled you into a tight hug, his fingertips buried in your sides and his head pressed into your hair, you should have cried out in pain, should have winced and pushed him away.
Instead when he wrapped you up tightly in his arms you couldn’t move for a second, frozen at the contact because it had been so long since somebody’s touch had been kind and then you let out a shuddering breath, tears finally coming to your eyes and flooding down your face uncontrollably. It was only then you moved, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face in his neck, soaking his skin with your tears but Rex didn’t care.
Rex held you close, hearing Anakin come to a stop in the doorway but he didn’t care, he had finally gotten you back and nothing was going to stop him from holding you, no amount of rules or consequences were enough to drag him from you.
He held you tightly, grounding and comforting you like you’d done with him so many times and you melted against him, the aches and sores easier to ignore in Rex’s arms and it was so easy to let yourself fall apart in them.
“You’re okay, you’re okay mesh’la, I got you, you're alright.” Rex kept murmuring into your hair, the words washing over you, soothing you completely as you let yourself be held. “You’re alright, love, that’s it, I’ve got you.”
“Thank you for coming.” You whispered into his neck and Rex felt his heart break.
“I’ll always come for you, cyar’ika, always.” Rex promised as he placed a kiss to the top of your hair, the two of you finally back in each other’s arms, exactly where you were meant to be.
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(Clone Wars) You Give Him Something Handmade
(Rex, Cody, Fives, ARC Echo, Wolffe, Jesse, and Hardcase)
Rex: You catch him off-guard one day and offer him a handmade gift before he ships off to another mission, and for a split second, he just stares at it in surprise. You say it's for him, though part of you is still shy/embarrassed to give it to him.His voice gets quieter, almost breaking, as he replies, "for me?" He accepts the gift and slowly turns it over in his gloved hands, basically melting on the inside. No one's ever given him a handmade gift before. Sure, he's received souvenirs from his brothers and a gag gift or two from General Skywalker, but never something like this. He's absolutely touched. Whether it's a sewn craft, drawing, carving, anything at all... If he can, he'll keep it with him no matter what.
Cody: He's not one to get choked up over things, even though on the inside, a handmade gift from you is taken very seriously. The gesture speaks to him about the nature of your feelings, and his love grows. He’s appreciative of having something to hold onto when he’s away on campaigns and secret missions. When he does return to you again, he’ll most likely have made a gift for you during his time away. Your gift meant so much to him that he hoped to give back to you so that you’d have something to treasure when he has to go again.
Fives: If you give him something handmade, he’s absolutely going to make a big deal out of it. He’s so impressed with you for putting it together. He turns it over and over with a smile on his face and gives compliments. He might give you a kiss and utter in a low voice something like, “my girl is so talented.” He just can’t get over the fact that you made something so cool, and it’s for him. If it’s something wearable or small enough to take with him, you can bet he’ll have it on all the time.
ARC Echo: Receiving a handmade gift from you stuns him for a moment. He accepts the gift almost in disbelief because it was the last thing he expected when you innocently asked him what his favorite color was. He didn’t realize you’d make something for him. He is touched at the time, effort, and thoughtfulness you put into the gift. He’s very encouraging in your hobbies and talents, and it would make his day to get a gift like that from you. You can count on a darling hug and kiss from him.
Jesse: This guy plays it a little cool at first. He is quite appreciative and his tone does get lighter when he thanks you for doing something so sweet before he goes on another mission. It isn’t until he’s away that it really hits him. He finds himself taking out the craft/gift and looking at it whenever he has a free moment and thinking of you. He notes the details and how thoughtful it was for you to take the time to make it, and just for him. It occurs to him that he hasn’t received anything like that before, which touches him deeper. He’ll probably comm you or send a message later about the item and thank you again, telling you just how much it means to him.
Hardcase: He is over the moon when you surprise him with a handmade gift. He’ll be grinning from ear-to-ear as he looks at it and marvels aloud how cool it is, how it must have taken you forever, and how thankful he is that you did it all for him. You’d get a big bear hug for it, no matter who might be watching. While he’s away on a mission, he won’t ever leave it behind. It takes a lot of willpower for him not to show it off to his brothers because, you know, forbidden relationship. He may end up breaking and showing it to his closest brothers, the ones he knows won’t snitch.
Wolffe: He’s a grump, yes, but when you surprise him out-of-the-blue with a handmade gift right before he has to leave for a mission, he’s anything but. He’s not really sure what to say as you stand there in suspense at his reaction. Wolffe’s not the type to gush over things, but he wants you to know that it means a lot. He’ll look at the item in his hand very closely before meeting your gaze again. Unable to come up with the words, he’ll pull you into an embrace so tight that there’s no mistaking how he feels. He’ll grunt a soft “thank you” under his breath only for you to hear. He’ll keep it with him no matter what and spend his free moments looking at it and thinking about you.
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Closer
Rex x reader , blurb
Rex is in over his head
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Anakin points, not quite accusingly, at the pair of you. “So is yours and Obi-Wan’s whole plan just to seduce the entire galaxy into submission?”
You shrug innocently. “Hey, I work with what I’ve got, and that’s usually sleep deprivation and like five contingency plans. If you want to seduce the guards and lift their keycards next time you’re totally welcome to.”
Anakin is momentarily stumped, which you pride yourself in for approximately half a second before Obi-Wan pipes up as well.
“If you could refrain from making my top commanders a blushing mess as well in the process it would be much appreciated.”
“Not to worry, Kenobi. There’s only one I’m after anyways.” Your eyes are locked on Rex’s so intently that he chokes, then coughs in an attempt to cover it up.
If you were a betting person, you would wager anything his face was bright red under that helmet. A real shame he was still wearing it.
“Uh- me? I-“ he makes an aborted reach to run a hand through his hair, realizing his bucket is still on, and snapping too formally back to attention.
Your grin widens. “So shy all of a sudden?”
Kenobi sighs deeply, pinching his forehead as presumably another stress migraine comes on.
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Concordia
Description: You scrunch up into a ball as the boar collides with you, its tusks bouncing off your beskar with a terrifying scrape, metalic on metal. You cry out and are thrown across the ground. Your head is spinning as the boar rounds on you again. Mandalorian!Reader, prequel to Nar Shaddaa.
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Gen
Word Count: 2.4k+
Warning(s): Violence.
At the edge of Mandalorian space, a war rages amongst the stars.
You are reminded of this occasionally, when Mandalore and its sun dip below the broken mountain peaks of the Bladeback Palisades. The stars of so many distant worlds, for those few precious minutes that they exist in yours, blink down at you, and suddenly you are reminded of the vastness of the galaxy and all its fears and strife and tragedy.
In a single hour, however, Concordia’s brief night fades and with it, the stars blur, then disappear altogether once twilight returns. All that exists after that witching hour is the ground beneath your feet, the smell of raw beskar, and the distant threat of New Mandalore as it rises once more over the horizon.
And life goes on--mundane on the grand scale of Kad Ha’rangir’s palm.
***
Concordia is a harsh mix of barren cliffs, evidence of the brazen strip mining that had once taken place on the moon, and dense forests of dry, coniferous trees. The ground cover is bare, but growing back, and every creature that roams the surface steps lightly. The life on this moon is tough, and like a Mandalorian, it fights to survive. Every year you are one step closer to your ancestral homeland as the moon recovers its ecosystem bit by bit.
This is all thanks to the conservation efforts pushed forward by Pre Vizsla and Duchess Satine. They are stewards--and this type of change, you welcome with open arms. This is one thing all Mandalorians can agree on: wars are synonymous with the destruction of planets.
You barely notice the weight of the ballistic rifle in your hands as you steady it, elbows braced on the ground as you lay at the edge of the cliff beside your Alor. Your gloved thumb ghosts over the engraved metal without complex thought as you peer down the scope, searching the endless landscape for movement.
The vegetation in the valleys below is a dark grey-green under the soft light reflecting off the face of Mandalore. Rarely does Concordia receive direct sunlight, and so the moon is blanketed with this quiet, everlasting twilight that visitors are so enchanted by, but you’ve grown used to.
There is no shade, nowhere to hide. The light is flat, almost wraps around objects so their shadows are soft and thin, and it is silent except for the faint breeze carding through the shrubs and twisted trees. You lay flat on the ground, back bent at an angle due to the thickness of your breastplate. Beside you, your Alor shifts on her stomach, pulls her hands back to wipe a smudge off her binoculars, then returns to her original position and stills.
Another five minutes pass in silence. Your nose itches inside your helmet, and you scrunch your face, then bite your tongue, struggling to ignore that annoyance.
In that moment of distraction, your Alor exhales sharply, and your focus is immediately honed back to the edge of a knife. “There, five klicks out, two towards the ridgeline, by the tree with the broken top.”
You blink, then pan your rifle to the right and catch the target in your sights--a family of Bladeback boars. You feel for the knob on the side of the scope, then zoom in close enough so you see the tan of their fur, the black tusks protruding from their snouts and the grey of their eyes. Some have the pale markings of adolescence, others are older and more refined. You follow a piglet with your scope as it struts after its mother, bumping into her legs.
They are huddled around a dingy puddle, bowing their heads and sticking their long tongues out to drink the muddy water. You frown. That water is probably poisoned. Any runoff in this area is soiled by the mining operation on the mountains above.
Your Alor pushes herself up with a grunt that betrays her age. “Do you have a clear shot?”
“For which one?”
“The largest.”
You pan your rifle over the group in search of a decent target, then pull the trigger easily in answer to her question. The pop of your rifle is deafening, and the sound rolls down the canyon walls and shakes the trees so a group of black birds take to the skies in fright.
The weapon is ancient and traditional, and its ballistic nature sends it slamming back into your shoulder in recoil. You grunt when the scope of your rifle knocks against the face of your helmet, and flinch, embarrassment hot across your face at the blunder, then regard the target through your scope, bucking and running from you, with the tracking bullet lodged in its shoulder. A ribbon of blood spills from the wound.
She gives you a hard stare, then says plainly, “Well done.” Though you find it difficult to swallow down your anxiety, you grip the rifle and nod. The sudden tilt of her helmet suggests she wants to say more when she is interrupted by the distant roar of a sublight engine entering the atmosphere.
You can’t help but wonder if it’s yet another government official from Mandalore Prime coming to step on Concordia’s toes. Governor Visla does a good job keeping the new government at bay, using politics to push Condordia’s agenda without inviting the tourism upper-class Mandalorians seem so convinced they are entitled to, but there are always a few beetles who fall through the cracks.
You see the ship now as it jets overhead and frown. It is definitely from Mandalore.
Those Mandalorians wealthy enough to make it off-world don’t appreciate land for what it is, something that you belong to more than it could ever be useful or beautiful. They come to poke around your nature reserves, to admire the flora without knowing their names and to prove themselves ignorant of the life that inhabits the valleys and mountains kept watch over by House Viszla’s halls.
Mandalore is destroyed. It is barren and empty except for their massive city cubes. Those from Mandalore Prime did that to themselves, and once they finished destroying their planet, they tried to tear Concordia down from its sky alongside it--and they are still trying, whispering that Concordia’s massive and sprawling mines should not remain cold--as if they have any need for Beskar when they no longer wear armor.
No, Mandalore is weak. It is cursed along with anyone who steps foot on it. It is a ghost above your head, a grim reminder of the past and present and its future as well. It is wreckage and ruin and trying its best to spread its wasting disease to your home.
Your Alor sighs heavily, and you both turn back to regard the boars. They are gone from sight, though the tracking beacon on your Alor’s hip hints at their direction. The two of you stand and descend the cliff.
***
The digital interface of your helmet handles the dark easily, automatically adjusting its shading to your preferred light and contrast levels. Branches scrape across the dome of your helmet as you begin to pick your way across the forest floor. The ground here is treacherously soft, needles forming a springy carpet around jagged boulders and rocks–discarded from various mining operations, then washed down from the mountains during the month of rain.
You follow your Alor across the rough terrain as she leads you through the dark, nervousness beginning to eat at your stomach and numb the tips of your fingers. You do not pay attention to where you are being led, and instead stare at the ground and count your footsteps in pairs of two.
Slowly, your Alor draws to a standstill and kneels behind the trunk of a sickly tree. You freeze and crouch behind her.
She reaches a hand up to brush a branch out of the way, and sure enough, there is the boar you shot with the tracker, its shoulder wet and stained black, though no longer bleeding as badly as it had been when you last saw it.
On level ground you can truly realize the size of Bladeback Boars–they are larger than you or even your Alor by at least a foot, though this one does not have as much meat as it should. Its bones are like a tanning rack and its patchy hide hangs loosely off them.
You watch silently, your stomach twisting in knots, as your Alor pulls the folded spear from behind her jetpack, then expands it with a flick of her wrist, the beskar ringing dully–the sharpened tip glowing in the twilight.
The boars head flicks towards the two of you, its small, red eyes instantly suspicious and scanning the treeline.
When your Alor turns and holds the spear out for you to take, you trade it in silently for the rifle on your back, then force yourself with all the confidence you possess to stand and approach the boar in the open.
You were, in theory, prepared for what comes next.
The electric crackle of the tracking bullet shocking the boar–the hoarse squeals and subsequent furious red glare–these are all things you’ve seen before, just never with the spear in your own hands.
The beast’s eyes are beady, furious, not those of an animal meant to be hunted. It huffs out heavy lungfuls of steam, scraping the ground with its front toes. Its three, long tusks sway dangerously, their points almost glint in the light, sharper than the spear’s.
You tighten your grip on your weapon and stand your ground. This is what it is to be Mandalorian, because to fight is to be alive. Through struggle you can embrace life.
Another cruel shock is delivered by your alor from her vambrance, and the Boar squeals with rage, then charges you. Concordia all but melts away.
Something rushes over you, takes away your agency. You no longer have a name or identity, a body of your own. You are solely an instrument with a task, with The Way, and your heart beats in time with the hoof beats of the boar as it charges.
The first parry makes your stomach drop. You underestimated the strength of the boar–its shaggy appearance by no means matching its strength. The tip of one of the boar’s tusks scrapes across your chestplate, chipping the paint down to sparking metal, shoving you backwards. It shakes your confidence, and that sudden cold shock of fear clears the calm fog in your head.
***
New Mandalore is a pale yellow-white disc in the sky, shrouded in Concordia’s twilight and they have forsaken Kad Ha’rangir and they have forsaken their foreclans–everything that those ancestors learned and achieved in the hopes that those who follow might one day lead Mandalore towards the future. They have shed their armor and with it their past. They have no Way, no Truth, no Honor or Vision–
Even without the open secret of Concordia’s involvment with Death Watch and Pre Viszla’s hand in guiding those true Mandalorians still left back to The Way, you still despise that disc in the sky and–
***
You are hit on the floor. The spear rolls out of reach. The boar charges.
“Buir!” you squeak. “Mom, help me!”
“Stand your ground.” An order is barked.
You scrunch up into a ball as the boar collides with you, its tusks bouncing off your beskar with a terrifying scrape, metalic on metal. You cry out and are thrown across the ground. Your head is spinning as the boar rounds on you again.
Fear drains like color from your face; hot and cold and debilitating.
There are no thoughts left in your head.
You push yourself up to your feet. The spear is still too far away. The boar charges once more and its tusks nearly graze your chestpiece, then you quickly sidestep and squeeze your fist so the vibroblade hidden in your vambrace ignites into angry, solid plasma.
You plant your foot, then carry your momentum through with a quick jab into the boar’s side. The followthrough of your strike is so vicious that your fist itself collides with the boar’s tough hide.
With another piercing squeal, the boar’s momentum carries it another couple steps before it tips over and collapses onto the forest floor, needles and dust sent flying through the air at the impact.
You stare at the dead animal, shivering so badly your knees give out and you collapse onto the ground, unable to unclench the fist igniting your hidden vibroblade. You bury your hands into the soft groundcover, and the acrid smell of burning vegetation makes its way through your helmet’s air filters as you continue to shake. Steam lifts from the forest floor as the blade burns a hole into the ground.
“Ad’ika,” your mother rumbles, “you did well.”
She approaches the boar, pressing her palm to its fatal wound, then she moves to kneel in front of you. She glances down at your shaking hands, then cups the concave cheek of your helmet and lowers her forehead to yours in a kedalbe.
You squeeze your eyes shut and let out a shaky breath, thankful that she cannot see your tears. You bow your head, though danger still runs through your veins, and attempt to speak.
“Thank you.” you croak, voice cracked and hoarse.
The moment is broken when a number of ships lift off from over the cliff where the Kantorek Mine sits just behind you, abandoned at face value, known to those on Concordia as the comfortable staging area of Death Watch.
There is an explosion, blaster bolts are sent flying into the sky, and then the final ship takes off. The boar is still bleeding just feet from where you are knelt.
You and your Alor share a look before she stands, her armor illuminated with the blue glow of a dozen ships’ sublight engines. They rapidly ascend from the atmosphere, Death Watch leaving Concordia without warning.
Something has happened.
“Come,” your Alor says, her voice cutting clear through your muddied head.
You pry your fingers from their fist, your vibroblade retracting into your vambrace, then push yourself up onto your feet.
New Mandalore is still a pale disc above your head, watching with a vacant, hollow glare.
You can feel it, all around you, just at the edges of Mandalorian space the Clone Wars rage. Concordia is a weed that grows through a crack in a courtyard, but you can’t help but wonder if once more, New Mandalore has brought ruin to your doorstep.
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Nsfw, smut, 18+
Sex-Ed Professor!Zhongli who finally decides to reward you for your hard work by taking your virginity. It was on a late say when the two of you were once again alone for extra classes, except this time, when you were about to come from the dildo he pulled it out and pressed the fat tip of his cock against your entrance instead.
"Are you excited, darling? You're finally getting rewarded for all your hard work. You'll finally feel your professors cock in your pussy. No more fingers, no more toys, my raw cock. I think you're ready enough. Shall I put it in and claim that virgin cunt as mine?"
Sex-Ed Professor!Zhongli who despite teaching you how to put a condom on his cock doesn't want to use it for the first time. You'll get the best experience if you feel him fully, screeching out your tight virgin hole further, even more then the toys you used. It hurts at first, your legs snap shut around his hips to stop him from moving, your fists clench around his sleeves, a painful expression on your face while he holds still and kisses your face gently, his thumb rubbing little circles on your hard clit.
"The real thing feels quite a bit different, don't worry, you'll get used to it soon, I promise you. God, how are you still so tight? Am I still too big for you? I need to make your cunt adjust to my size, get it used to being fucked day in and day out. Hm? Yes, I'll make sure you make up for all this time you weren't being a slut. You need to know how good of a cocksleeve you can be."
Sex-Ed!Professor Zhongli who would love nothing more then to shoot his load inside of you, but you're still his student, and his favorite one to be exact. You're not nearly ready enough to be a mother, not for a long time, not until the day he makes you his pretty wife. But until then he will spend every day fucking you till your legs don't work.
"Stop begging for my cum. You got a taste of it and now you can't get enough of it. I knew from the moment I saw you that you would make for a lovely cumdump for me. If you want it so much you're gonna need to suck it from my dick. But first lets get that pussy coming around my cock hm? You deserve to know how it feels to come with your professor's big cock in your pussy."
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When you drive him insane
Wearing Zhongli's archon outfit will drive him insane just seeing you wearing his clothes made something in him snap, wearing his clothes, having his scent on you marking you as his
Zhongli will absolutely fuck you in it too, he will worship you as his goddess reverse worship ftw he will definitely enjoy his time worshipping you from top to bottom
Zhongli will suggest maybe bringing out his former archon self out to play with you a weak goddess for him to take as his own
Zhongli will hunt you down enjoying every second of it when suggesting to play strip hide and seek, the first time he catches you strips you of your shirt and bra.. the second time he catches you he strips you of your pants and underwear.. the third time he catches you he's grinding his rock hard cocks against your pussy just teasing and edging you watching as you cum just from him rub his cocks against your folds before thrusting his cocks inside in one single hard thrust fucking himself deeper into you not stopping for a single second pulling all the way out until his tip remains inside then all the way back in to your cervix constantly nonstop that has you seeing stars
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Ides of March in New New Providence.
#i thought of the dumbest joke ever#generator rex#genrex#rex salazar#caesar salazar#agent six#doc holiday#rebecca holiday#bobo haha#i desperately hope that in all years on tumblr someone made the same joke#please dont let me be the only one with this sort of humour#i keep imagining 10 yo Rex trying to bond with 20yo Caesar and after discovering where his name originated it became a yearly thing#also Caesar was born in march HC >;)#hi ;) im tentavely starting to post again....
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Morax coming from a battle to the nest he built for his mate where fox adeptus!reader and little Xiao are. Just family fluff :)
Prob tomorrow I'll ask some angst-
Familial Bliss.
(a/n : IM SO SORRY FOR SUCH LATE RESPONSE I WAS BUSY WITH MY EXAMS AND PRACTICALS! ;-;;;)
—Pairings: Morax x Adeptus!Reader
Content: Pure family fluff
The air was thick with the scent of victory and the earthy tang of blood as Morax, descended upon the nest he had meticulously built for his mate. The grandiose structure, crafted from sturdy branches and adorned with delicate flowers, stood as a testament to the dedication to his family. His steps were deliberate, heavy with the weight of the battles he had fought, yet there was a softness to his gaze as he approached the entrance.
As he pushed aside the woven vines that served as a makeshift door, the warm glow of the interior revealed a scene of domestic tranquility. Y/n, clad in elegant robes that mirrored the colours of autumn leaves, sat by the hearth, engrossed in a book of ancient tales. Beside her, little Xiao, their child, played with a set of carefully carved wooden figures.
The rustle of Morax's robes caught their attention, and both turned to greet him with smiles that mirrored the flickering flames in the hearth. Y/n set aside her book, and Xiao abandoned his toys to rush into Morax's outstretched arms.
"Papa! You're back!" Xiao exclaimed, his voice a blend of excitement and relief. Morax chuckled, a deep sound that resonated through the nest.
"Yes, my little one. I've returned," Morax replied, lifting Xiao into his arms effortlessly. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Xiao's head before turning his attention to his mate.
Y/n approached, grace personified in every step. "Welcome home, my love," she said, her eyes reflecting both concern and relief. "Are you hurt?"
Morax shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "I am unscathed, thanks to the protection of the Geo. But I have missed you both dearly."
With a tender embrace, Morax reunited with his family. Xiao, snug in his father's arms, nuzzled against Morax's neck, while Y/n revelled in the familiar warmth of their shared embrace. The scent of the flowers that adorned the nest mingled with the earthy aroma of Morax's presence, creating a sensory haven that spoke of love and safety.
The family settled by the hearth, Morax recounting tales of the battles he had faced, while Y/n and Xiao listened with rapt attention. The flames danced in response to their shared laughter, casting a golden glow upon the scene of familial bliss.
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...at least they're having fun?
find out what they're jamming to
bonuses:
#there's this cheesy 80's synth hyperpop song i've loved for ages that for some reason my brain has decided is Echo's favourite song so here#I imagine he'd be very embarrassed about admitting that he likes the song#unless Fives hypes him up and gives him enough spotchka and then they both lose their minds to it#sw tcw#star wars: the clone wars#domino twins#arc trooper fives#arc trooper echo#clone medic kix#captain rex#sw tcw fanart#79s clone bar#abbey does art stuff
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Helloooo. Do we leave requests here? I don’t know. I’m just a potato.
anyway, what about Genshin tall men waking up in the middle of the night and thoughts come tumbling in? Could be safe, nsfw, comedy, whatever you like. (But please make Zhongli’s disgustingly sweet because I am so in love with him). Thank you for listening to my ramblings
if this is the wrong method… I’m sorry >.<
Hii!! This is the right way to request!! I'm sure you're not a potato 😭😭 anyway here's your request!! Also I hope you dont mind but I turned it into a full one-shot with zhongli!!! Ummmm yes he has two cocks in this teehee
HERBAL TEA - Rex Lapis x Reader
SUMMARY: Zhongli can't sleep as it's mating season. It's been centuries with him as your husband, but there are still many secrets he has kept hidden from you, many insecurities. GENRE: Fluff, SMUT. Kinda ooc. MINORS DNI. WARNINGS: monsterfucking, breeding, use of the word "pet", "mate", penetration, p in v, unprotected sex, some blood, messy cum, zhongli has a forked tongue, zhongli has two cocks. It's also mentioned that zhongli makes the reader immortal with his icor (that's the ooc stuff). Really filthy smut 😭😭. Also, reader is female!
It was late at night; early morning. You'd woken up suddenly, hearing a loud thud. You looked to the left side of the bed, reaching out for your husband.
Zhongli's side of the bed was cold, and empty. You turned on the bedside lamp, bare chest cold, you scavenged from r the nearest piece of clothing you could find, one of your husband's massive button-down shirts, drowning in it like a dress. You got up, the moonlight shining on your skin.
"Zhongli," you called softly for him. You hugged yourself, walking out of the master bedroom. Zhongli stood at the kitchen table, making a pot of herbal tea. You smiled softly, walking over. He was in his half-dragon form, arms black and shimmering golden. He was growing more comfortable like this, every century since you'd been immortal.
"Morax," you bowed, walking over. He put the teapot down, smiling softly, "my dear, what are you doing awake?" He took your hand and kissed it before twirling you so he could wrap you in his arms. Last night had been one of the best of your life. Zhongli was possessive, but evidently, dragons did not share their treasure, as you had learnt from flirting with a man in the court of Fontaine.
"Your side of the bed was cold," you complained, "I missed you." Zhongli was a light sleeper. As if reading your mind, he hugged you tight, kissing the side of your neck, the texture of his forked tongue making you arch your back in pleasure.
Morax chuckled, "I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to make tea. Then I was reading, but I got distracted... I finished my tea, and I'm making another one... Then I was thinking... My love," he whispered softly, "I need to mate soon." Was that shame in his voice? Why was he ashamed? He bowed his head, "I am getting restless. And now that you are ready, now that I've fed you my ichor for centuries, I must reveal all of myself to you. I can't control it."
Ah. So this at least, explained his sudden change in behaviour. Yes, many years ago, before getting married to him, before becoming immortal, Zhongli had asked, if you were able to withstand so many years of being alive. Yes, you'd told him, he was the man you loved, and you'd gladly be by his side forever.
But he still had so many secrets, he'd said, secrets he wasn't ready to share yet. He was a god, after all. He was a god, yes, but he was also the love of your life. You'd told him this, that eternity with him would be a paradise.
"In order to fulfil the mating process," he explained softly, "I must go through a series of changes. My human form, is quie different to my half-god form, which is why I always make love to you in my human disguise. When I am like this, my body is different. You will notice my tongue is forked. I apologise for hiding it from you for so long, my dear. In order to complete the process... I must... I'm afraid I must... Mate you with both... Both of my cocks."
You gasped, shocked. He looked at you, fear in his golden eyes, which were bright and on the verge of tears. "I am sorry for hiding it for so long," he choked, shame in his voice. "I tried to conceal it, but my body... It's why I was so different last night. Your scent, even after all these years... I needed to mate with you. I understand if you don't want to. I am not sure what will happen. I have never done this before, with a human. I-" you kissed him.
He groaned into the kiss, tightening his grip around your body. You looked up into his big, yellow eyes. "Rex Lapis," you spoke, making his ichor run through him, "you do not understand, do you?" And he cocked his head as you smiled, "I am yours. You asked me all those years ago. I was so in love with you. I am so in love with you. I want nothing more than this. I want nothing more than you, always and forever, to be your wife, to be your mate."
And Zhongli growled. He picked you up, carrying you to the bedroom, throwing you softly onto the bed. "Are you sure you want this?" You nodded, looking up at him, "yes, Rex Lapis, please." And all he did was laugh, "my love, you won't be able to take them."
Zhongli crawled on you, growling and snorting animalistically, the sound of his belt being unbuckled and clattering echoing in the room. "I am not stopping until this cunt is full of my offspring. Do you consent, pet?" You nodded meekly. He was so powerful, even after centuries of drinking his ichor you still felt beneath him.
"I need to hear it, my love. Do you consent?" He kissed your neck, licking his forked tongue up and down your body, making your toes curl. "I consent," you breathed lustfully, "I consent." He let out a hot breath of air, "good." And with that, Zhongli thrust both of his cocks inside of you, no warning and no preparation.
You screamed loudly, pain washing over you at the foreign feeling of his second cock. Had they grown larger? They felt bigger than usual. You sobbed loudly, gripping onto the headboard behind you. Zhongli was only spurred on by the tears. It hurt, but felt so good. This was why he had been training you, you realised, to take both his cock and a crystal toy at the same time. But nothing prepared you for this.
You could feel all of him. All of his rage, his jealousy, his obsession, his greed, his love, his sadness, his happiness, flowing through you, golden waves surrounding both of your bodies in the bed. You moaned loudly, feeling all of his emotions, all of his strength, his power. It was so much. "Feel what I feel," he snarled, "understand what it's like to be in your prescence."
Nothing but his name left your lips, "Zhongli, Zhongli, Zhongli," feeling far too good to think, to even notice the gold blood leaking from your cunt as Morax dragged both of his cocks along your walls. "Do you know how much I've had to restrain my true form?" He roared, ignoring your sobs, thrusting harder each time. "Do you know how fucking insatiable you are? Do you know how weak you make me? You? A mere human? The only human I've ever fed my ichor, the only human I've given my offspring, the only human I've ever loved before?" Do you know how obsessed I am with you?!"
You shook your head, "more, Rex Lapis, more!" Babbling the words through tears, smelling his thoughts and emotions, too overwhelmed with power. Too fucked by both of his cocks. He snorted, slamming them back inside you. You screamed, a painful orgasm crashing down on you. "Yes," he hissed, "yes. Cum all over me, pet. Yes... Cum all around my cocks, just like that. Yes, yes, yes..." Zhongli's groans filled the room, the gold waves growing bigger and bigger.
You were shaking of an orgasm, panting for breath. Zhongli roared loudly, and you could sense it coming, tears streaming down his face, the black and gold of his arms engulfing his entire body as he came, roaring wordlessly through the night, the entire house shaking, drowned in a gold light, smelling of sex. His cum dripped down your legs, there was just so much.
Rex Lapis was still for a while, and you were afraid he was injured. Then he smiled fondly at you, the black and gold evaporating from his body, his half-dragon form morphing back into his human form, although you noticed some things were still in tact. He pulled out and looked at you, uncertainty in his eyes.
"Was I okay?" He was still hovering above you, cleaning your legs and the sheets. You pulled him close to you, kissing him. The tears fell from his face and you realised he was scared. Terrified. You smiled at him softly, "you were beautiful, Rex Lapis, beautiful." And for the first time in his life, the god let out a soft giggle.
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Familiar Faces
Tech x Reader
Summary- Techs death was not a reality you were ready for, you relied so much on his love. After months of grief, you find he might not actually be dead.
A/N- SPOILERS FOR TBB SEASON 3 EP 7. I know nothing is confirmed about Tech, but watching this newest episode has got my brain working overtime with fic ideas!
Word Count- 2,708
The cart creaked across the rail line, sending shivers down your spine. There wasn't much keeping all of you up. Inches from falling thousands of feet to your death. The clouds didn't help either, you couldn't see anything.
You fired away, missing most of the time. Everything was happening so fast. A mission gone wrong. Your thoughts were stopped by Hunter's yelling.
"Three ships inbound!" He informs, even when you saw nothing in the sky- you trusted him. He knew better than any of you.
Shortly you heard them coming, the roar of the engines were loud. Soon followed by it's blaster's shaking the cart.
"Tech we need power!" Hunter commands. You work on pure adrenaline and fire at the ships closing in.
One of them is shot down, but not before it knocks out one of the support hooks. You feel the ground shift down, leaning.
Like a breath of fresh air, you hear Tech's voice. Him yelling back "Echo, Now!" was enough to calm you.
"We're online!" Echo retorts. You can't help your grin rising. Finally, things were looking up.
Though, you didn't need Hunter to tell you three more ships were headed your way.
"Tech, hurry." You called out.
You and Omega blasted at one of the new ships, effectively destroying its wing. It crashed down in a black smoke.
From this black smoke a fourth ship came. It was too quick- it shot at Tech, who was still running towards you. He gave a yelp as he fell off the support beam.
Your eyes widened as you gasped, body craning to try and see him. He had a hard landing, but was standing to his feet on the falling compartment of the cart.
It rumbled and shook, about to crash down.
You ran to the back of the cart, trying to get closer. "Tech!" You watched in horror as he tripped back with the rest of the detached pieces.
His grappling hook barely caught onto a stray metal piece. His body bounced back at the tension. "Don't move! I'll pull you up." You tried to reach his line, but it seemed impossible without everyone toppling over into the abyss.
"I-I can't reach!" You called over comms.
"I will climb up, do not risk falling over." You nodded at this, forgetting he couldn't see you. He was more worried for you than himself.
"Come on Tech, hurry!" Wrecker booms, coming over to see what the status was.
You could feel Tech roll his eyes, "I am climbing as fast as I can!"
His grunts break your heart, he panted as he tried to pull himself up. Storm troopers still fired all around you. One of the blast forcing Tech to fall even further.
"Tech!" This time it came from Omega. Your heart was beating too fast to think and speak. You were so worried.
"Why aren't we moving?" Hunter asks Echo. "The cart is being ripped from the back."
The very cart Tech was holding on to for dear life.
You frantically looked to Hunter. "Wrecker, get him on board!" He instructs.
"No, you're too big." You push past Wrecker to take a step on the falling cart.
It creaked loudly, almost giving out. "NO! Don't!" Tech yells up at you. Your eyes connect through the ripped metal. "Any shift in weight could send both of these carts over."
Incoming ships shoot at Techs line, he dropped down again.
"You must sever the connection hinge. Now!" Tech says.
Your face falls. "Are you crazy! No, you'll go over!" Tears welled up in your eyes. There had to be another way.
Another creak and shift. You were almost thrown over by the rocking.
Tech gave out a heavy sigh. This time he spoke gentle, saying your name. "There is no time..."
"Tech, please no!" You begged. He pulled out his blaster, not looking away from you. He was going to sever the connection himself.
"No!" You screamed, desperate. Your tears were falling faster than ever.
"Plan 99... I love you" He started. With a deep breath you yelled, "Don't you dare!"
"You can't! Please!" You sobbed, still trying to get closer. You heard Wrecker straining behind you, he was trying to hold the falling cart up.
"When have we ever followed orders?"
A shot rang out, he fell.
A piercing scream erupted. You almost didn't recognize that it was your own.
Your instincts kicked in and you tried to leap down, like you could still save him somehow. Wrecker was too fast and caught you, his arm throwing you back into the safe cart.
"No, NO let me go!" You tried to fight off Wrecker, but he was far too strong. He pinned you down easily.
You were hysterical, arms wailing at anyone who kept you from jumping after him. Later, when you were thinking straight- you'd thank them.
"He's gone, he's gone!" You sobbed out, devastated. Your screams filled the air, shocking a few storm troopers close by.
Echo wired the cart to start moving and get everybody to safety.
That was months ago. Just the thought could bring you to tears. You had lost everything you felt the reason to live for. He was your everything. His incompetence for social queues, his punctual speech, his stupidly intelligent brain. All of it was yours, and now it was all gone.
A deep depression fell over you, the only thing driving you was Hunter and Wrecker. They inspired you how hard they fought for Omega. It warmed your heart in your worst times.
It hurt immensely when you heard his name, but it got easier to get out of bed. It got easier to smile again.
Eventually, you reconnected with Omega and started defending Crosshair. Something that was typically Tech's job... You knew you had to take on more responsibilities and make up for the time you were down.
You constantly wondered if Tech would be proud of you.
You and the rest of The Batch found yourselves helping Rex, then... escaping with Rex. An enemy assassin leading the Empire to us.
The nine of you hurried down a secret passage way, to a leach vessel.
The soft clicks of the steps soothed you in some wicked way, even when everyone was running for their lives.
"Stop!" Crosshair yelled out. You turned to look at him, he took a few steps back to look out a carved hole in the stone. "They are coming..."
Just then, a shot rang out. Another assassin hung from the inner walls.
Crosshair ducked behind the wall, "Go, I'll handle it."
The rest of the squad moved down, but you stayed. "I'll help."
That was until you peaked around the hole, getting a glimpse of the man. A rush a deja vu consumed you. Your breath quickened. Why was this man so familiar?
You pushed it down, you had already let your feelings get the best of you too many times. It can't happen again. You fired at him, Crosshair backing you up.
Crosshair put an explosive at the end of his shotgun, catching the man off guard. It threw him off the wall. The two of you headed to the ship.
A blast to the ship sent all of you crashing down. You briefly heard Rex sending Echo a message about an extraction.
Commotion ensued, but it all ended with you falling and getting a bad headache. Your helmet did not do much to cushion the hit.
The rest of the team was briefly recovering from the crash as well, but you had to get a move on.
"We've got attack shuttles inbound." Hunter noted.
"This way." Rex lead.
You traveled on foot in the woods, trying to lose the storm troopers. Fighting them off was light work. One however, stood out from the rest.
Crosshair proved your suspicions when he frantically turned around, gun raised.
"What is it?" Hunter questioned. He got his answer when the assassin shot at us.
With our numbers down and the assassin having the upper hand, Crosshair suggested "I'll draw his fire out. Get to the rendezvous."
You heard Omegas small voice through comms, "I don't like that idea..."
"Too bad." He responds, already crouched behind a rock to fire.
Looking at Omegas worried gaze, "Go, I'll make sure he doesn't get himself killed."
Omega nods at you, then joins Hunter's side. Crosshair just grunts in acknowledgement.
In truth, Crosshair didn't need you. Though, you both knew that Omega needed the peace of you fighting with him. Two verses one had much better odds.
You heard Rex commanding the rest of the squad to move out. You and Crosshair pursued the assassin.
He gave out hand signals, letting you know he was above you. You nodded, sneaking around.
The assassin saw you easily, perfect. He was distracted just enough for Crosshair to get a hit on him, knocking his balance off.
Your face dropped when the assassin recovered in record time, it was like he hadn't even been hit. He now caught you by surprise when he shot at your hand, you lost your weapon. Damn. All you had left was a blade, which you now grasped.
To your dismay, Crosshair had already taunted the assassin away from you. No doubt on purpose.
It took you a minute to find them, Crosshair had followed him to a waterfall. One with rapids at the bottom. The booming of the current was distracting.
You crouched down, keeping a low profile. Crosshair and the assassin fought vigorously. When you saw an opportunity, you jumped.
You tried to get your blade around his neck or at least cut his suit. The assassin was stunned for a second, giving Crosshair time to recover.
The man disarmed you, overpowering you in strength. You fell back with a thud, your helmet flying off. You scrambled to stand, but was forced to stay down because of a stray blast. It just missed your head.
The assassin seemed to know every single move Crosshair made. Like, he had studied Crosshair's fighting technique multiple ways, There was only one man who you knew did that, and he was dead.
The stranger knocked Crosshair to his knees, a gun to his head.
The man now looked to you, ready to dispose of you as well.
You sat up, but did nothing to fight back- fear of him shooting Crosshair.
He however, stopped in his tracks. You just stared, confused. He looked to you, maybe in disbelief?
He, not moving his gaze, stunned Crosshair. You were in shock that he didn't kill him... The thud of Crosshairs body made you jump.
You slowly rose to your feet, you somehow didn't feel threatened by the man anymore.
Now that you stepped closer to him, he stepped back. He seemed to be fighting with himself... Throwing his blaster as far as he could away.
His hands moved to grip the sides of his head, in pain. He stumbled back, head barred down. With a loud 'thud' he fell on his rear.
He scratched at his helmet, trying to take it off. Something inside of him wouldn't let him. He was in turmoil with himself.
Did you feel pity for the man? You slightly shook your head, baffled at what you saw. He was so vulnerable now, you should have killed him for what he did to Crosshair. At least Stun him.
You couldn't find it in yourself. He looked so confused with himself, so conflicted. Your heart wrenched, but why?
Your own actions shocked you, stepping closer to him. You lowered yourself to your knees, inches away. You were skeptical but determined.
He stopped his frantic movements when your hands moved to his head. He let you do as you pleased, frozen in place.
You kept your eyes on him as you gently lifted his helmet. You only got it up enough to see the mans eyes, a deep brown. That and his face structure was enough to tell you who it was.
The face you spent hours drooling over, embarrassing stares caught at, nights laying with. The very face you saw fall thousands of feet down to a cloudy abyss.
You gasped loudly, scrambling back. No, NO. It wasn't him. It couldn't be him...
Your reaction seemed to have broken him out of his haze. His helmet fell back down, covering his face. He, almost instinctively, moved to you. You were too shocked to fight back. He swiftly grabbed your wrist, pulling you up.
The grip was tight, you winced. The man realized his mistake immediately and loosened the grip. if he wanted to kill you, why was he worried about your wrist?
When you were sitting back up, the man reclined on his knees. He slowly moved his hands up to the helmet again, this time with more control.
He raised it completely off. It was him.
Both hands moved to cover your gaping mouth. How? HOW?
"T-Tech?" You called out, voice cracking.
He squinted his eyes and had one hand holding the side of his head in pain.
"You must take Crosshair and run, now." He ended by saying you name desperately.
"W-what? No, I am not leaving you. Tech, what happened? How are you alive!" You leaned to him, wanting nothing more than to hold and kiss him.
He moved back, your touch like fire.
"You have to go. I do not know how much longer I can hold off the chip. I do not want to hurt you." He looked at the ground, ashamed.
"You won't. I know you won't..." You moved closer again, resting a hand over his. You slowly moved it off of his head, holding it. He breathed hard.
"Any better?" You ask. "Yes, I would suspect my will to keep you safe overrided the new chip the Empire has put in my head." You smiled, finally leaning forward to hold him.
The second your arms wrapped around him, you sobbed. It all felt like a dream- well, nightmare.
"I thought you were dead... Tech, oh my Tech." He hugged back, petting your hair. You both frantically proclaimed 'I love you's.' But, he soon pulled away.
"I will not put you at risk any longer." He moved to stand up,
"I just got you back, why are you leaving me?" You couldn't understand.
He stood up, saying your name in a whisper. "I thought I made it clear. My new inhibitor chip is stronger. I am assigned to kill you. I do not want to do such a thing, ever."
"Tech, just please come with me. Rex is with us, he can help remove this one. Just like the others..." You grabbed onto his arm, pleading. How did he expect you to walk away, leave him behind. Especially when you just figured out he was alive.
"I suppose that might work..." He rested a hand to his chin, thinking. More tears flowed from your eyes, he was exactly how he was before. Always calm, always thinking everything through with a steady heart beat.
You looked up at him. "Please, I need you. I-"
"I know. I need you too. I uh- I apologize for shooting you." He said as-a-matter-of-factly.
Your eyebrows furrowed, "You didn't mean to.." You leaned up to kiss him, but something switched in him.
His face twisted and turned, he stepped back. He was fighting himself again, now a hand reached for his blaster. He looked up, face cold and blank. He pointed the gun at your face.
"Tech, Tech, it's just me!" He didn't care, he had a mission to fulfill. The chip was regaining control.
Suddenly, his body quivered and shook. He fell to the ground. Crosshair stood behind.
"Please don't kill him!" You ran to him, making sure he was aware of the situation.
"I know, his chip... I'll carry him back. Rex can look at him." You were hopeful, he was coming home.
It would be a rocky start, but he was alive. He was alive and half-conscious. That was a problem for when you got back on the ship.
For just a second, watching Crosshair hoist Tech up, you relaxed. The pounding of the water on rocks soothed you.
He was alive...
A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I hated the ending, sorry ya'll had to go through that. I didn't know how to end it! I was so motivated with this plot, then kind of lost it. Expect a Crosshair fic this weekend!!!
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(Clone Wars) Captain Rex x Reader: Galaxy Between Us
Author’s Note: Started this because of that Justin Bieber song “Ghost of You,” and so here we are. Wow, did I miss writing for our favorite captain!!! It felt really good to write something for Clone Wars again.
Description: Reader is back home missing Rex, who is out protecting the galaxy with the rest of the 501st battalion. It had been a while since she heard from him, so she decides to do something out-of-the-ordinary.
Word Count: 2,206
Warnings: Some angst, some kissy-kissy.
There were a million and one things that reminded you of him. Sometimes, it was a scent in the air. Other times, it was some Republic propaganda posted on the front of buildings. Maybe it was a romantic holomovie, or even just the sight of a happy couple passing by you on the street.
Soldiers of the GAR that stopped by brought a mix of emotions. It was very hard to think about other tasks when you saw his face on each of them all day every day. And yet, greeting them when they entered the shop lifted your spirits. They were his beloved brothers, and taking care of them was your way of giving back to him. It was all you had left when he was gone, and you were sure to do your best.
As if these reminders weren’t enough, it wasn’t uncommon for your brain to throw a random memory into the forefront of your thoughts- just to send that familiar pang through your chest once again. You’d remember a time you made that stern face of his crack a smile. You’d remember a heart-racing kiss shared in private. Or a warm embrace before he departed for the latest assignment.
This time, it was a flower that caught your attention while you walked through the market on your lunch break. The white lily had a distinct blue stripe down the middle of each of its delicate petals. It was so reminiscent of a certain captain’s painted armor that you halted in your tracks.
You stared at it, shoulders slumped and head lowered, and already doing the math in your head to see if you had the funds to purchase the lily, but all you could see was the image of Rex standing tall and sure in his full armor.
“Excuse me,” you spoke up, glancing over with teary eyes toward the vendor. “I’d like this one, please.”
“That’ll be fifteen credits.”
You made the exchange and accepted the potted plant into your arms carefully like it was an infant. The trot home was a little cheerier than the schlep downtown first thing in the morning. The sun was shining, at least, and you carried another piece of him back with you. Of course, the plant would brighten the room, but it wouldn’t take the ache away like you needed. You still sat on your couch that evening, staring at it, wondering what Rex was doing at that very moment. Was it day there? Was it night? Was he in the heat of battle, or laying down on his bunk for some much-needed rest? Was he safe? Or did Skywalker have him in the midst of danger yet again with one of his wild plans that Rex was always telling you about?
Ugh. You wished you knew. It wasn’t uncommon for Rex to fall out of contact for days or even weeks, but the wondering still got to you sometimes.
Seven o’clock.
You’d been mulling over different scenarios for two hours.
Something had to change.
A thought came to you. It was so crazy that you almost laughed aloud at the prospect. But part of you grasped onto the idea and turned it over and over until it gradually sounded less insane. There were several obstacles you’d have to overcome to put the idea to action.
First, there was the matter of finding out where in the galaxy Rex was. He could be anywhere from a war-ravaged planet in the outer rim to a senator’s ship escorting them for official Republic business. The possibilities were endless. But there was a way to narrow down your search if you truly wanted. Without getting your hopes too high, you pulled out your comm device and started typing a specific frequency.
“Fives,” you greeted with a smile. “How goes it?”
“Oh you know, _______, just the usual ARC trooper stuff. Ya know, because I’m an ARC trooper now.”
You chuckled. “Congratulations, again, on your promotion.”
“So, what do I owe for the pleasure of this call?”
“Well, I’ve got a teensy favor to ask.”
“Anything you need.”
“I realize that this is highly confidential information, but…can you tell me where the 501st is?”
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Your heart was beating a million beats per minute. Your skin glistened with sweat, and though you tried to put an end to the tapping of your foot, you still found yourself doing it repetitively the moment you stopped paying attention. Your carry-on bag was getting heavier by the second, but you were too worked-up to set it down.
If only the line would move faster.
You’d been waiting for fifteen minutes already while the traveler a few spaces ahead of you organized their paperwork. Surely, it wasn’t too much to ask that they had handled this stuff before boarding time? You took a deep breath, knowing full well the true reason for your impatience.
You couldn’t wait to see him. To see the look on his face when you showed up unannounced to where he was stationed. Things seemed to fall into place the moment Fives told you that the 501st was currently occupying a planet that had just been relieved of Separatist control. They were seeing to the planet’s recovery and maintaining order for a short time before another battalion arrived. Civilian travel to and from the planet had been opened up, which was perfect for what you had planned.
After ending the comm with Fives, you threw together toiletries and some clothes in an overnight bag before busting out the credits you’d been setting aside for some time now. Booking an off-world transport on such a short notice would be expensive, so you took the entire stash to be safe.
The arrangements had been made in a hurry, and after that, it was just a matter of waiting. Waiting to board the transport. Waiting to arrive at the station to get on another transport. Waiting to finally get to your destination and book yet another transport to wherever Rex was.
It was exciting, but also terrifying. There were a few negative “what ifs'' along with the positives. What if you don’t find him and get lost instead? What if something happens on the way? What if you get there and he isn’t happy to see you?
Your nerves were all over the place by the time it was finally your turn to board. You handed over your paperwork with shaky hands, but released a deep breath when you were granted clearance to go on. This was it. It was actually happening.
A few hours into the trip, you calmed down. The jitters subsided, and you were able to preoccupy yourself with some activities. Reading through an entire holobook was first on the list. People of all shapes and sizes surrounded you. Part of the journey was spent wondering what their stories were. Who were they on their way to see? Friends? Family? Or perhaps they were starting a new life elsewhere?
- - - - - - - -
“What a day,” you muttered to yourself as you studied the map on the board in front of you. You’d just arrived. The trip felt so long, but you’d do it all over again. You were that much closer to seeing Rex… There was just one more obstacle before you: figuring out where the heck he was on this planet.
It was plain to see that the place had been a warzone. The port itself was in bad shape with walls chipping and areas sectioned off with caution tape. There were cracks in the floors and even piles of rubble that hadn’t been cleaned up yet.
An unmistakable shade of blue caught your eye, and you tore your tired gaze from the map to follow it. It was a soldier from the 501st! You were ready to waltz right up to him to ask for directions when you saw another, but he was someone you recognized instantly.
“Jesse?”
He saw you and smiled, waving you over. You laughed in relief at the familiar face as you hurried over. “Jesse! Aren’t you a sight for sore-?” But your sentence was cut off when another trooper came into view. You saw the cropped, blonde hair first. He locked eyes with you and halted, mid-step.
“________?”
“Rex.” The stress of the trip melted away as he hurried over to meet you. Normally he was very careful about any sort of public display (he had a reputation to uphold as Captain), but he already had a gloved hand on your arm as if to pull you closer into his space while the other went to your shoulder.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, eyes wide. You’d never seen him look so surprised, and you had to admit, it added to your joy. You grasped the armor on his forearm and relished in the fact that the Rex in front of you was real and not just a memory.
“I wanted to see you,” you answered, blinking away tears.
“This is still technically a warzone,” he said seriously, as if you hadn’t realized that before showing up. You shook your head affectionately at him.
“Don’t tell me you’re not happy to see me.”
“Of course I’m happy to see you.” His eyes sparked as he drew in closer, and his voice lowered. “I mean, how could I not be? I’m just…I can’t believe you’re here.” He pulled back and turned to Jesse. The incredulous expression on his face was enough to make you chuckle. “So this is why you insisted I come down here?”
You followed Rex’s gaze toward his comrade, confused. “But how did you know? I didn’t tell anyone I was here.”
“Fives gave me a heads-up,” Jesse replied with a smirk. “He was worried about you coming out here by yourself, but didn’t want to spoil the surprise for Rex.”
You grinned back. “Thank you.”
He gave a shrug, and the mischievous smirk softened as he nodded his head in the other direction. “Now, why don’t you two get on out of here before you make a big scene? I’ll finish things up here.”
“Jesse,” Rex shook his head. He had that look on his face, like he was trying to be stern but could barely contain the slightest hint of a smile. That was the look he saved especially for his brothers at times like this.
“I know, I know. I’m awesome.”
Rex glanced around to make sure that there weren’t any bystanders paying close attention to your rendezvous. Just to be safe, he straightened himself up and spoke to you using his Captain voice.
“This way, Ma’am. I’ll help you find a place to stay.”
“Thank you, trooper.”
With his hand ever-so-lightly resting on the small of your back, he guided you through the port until you both reached the exit. Citizens were going back and forth, none paying you any mind. The rest of the city was in the same condition as the port, with collapsed buildings and ruptured roads. There were construction droids all over the place cleaning up the mess.
“What made you decide to come here?”
You glanced at his profile. His face was scrunched up in thought as if he couldn’t grasp what brought you here. “I missed you.”
“You missed me,” he repeated.
“Yes, I missed you. And besides, you’re always visiting me.”
He steered you down another street. This one, you noted, was empty. It was still abandoned for the most part since the disaster hit. You looked once more at Rex, wondering if he’d taken you this way on purpose. He slowed his pace until the two of you stopped at the street corner. Rex’s gloved hand reached up to tilt your face towards his. “________…” he whispered. “When I woke up this morning, I had no idea I’d be seeing you today. It’s wonderful.”
Your eyes fell closed as he leaned in, his breath fanning your face. “Oh, Rex. It doesn’t matter if there’s a galaxy between us. I love you.”
He closed the small space between you, locking his lips with yours. You would’ve thought that he couldn’t go another moment without kissing you by how fervently he deepened the kiss. His arms wove around your form, crushing you against his cuirass. You melted into his touch and poured your affection into the kiss. A million and one daydreams you’d had of this moment were quickly put to shame. Rex pulled away to gaze into your eyes. The sun was setting behind the buildings, casting an orange glow on the sky. Dust and other particles floated through the air. It was all so dreamlike that you nearly pinched yourself.
“Let’s get you settled,” Rex launched into protective captain mode. “I’d feel better if you stayed somewhere near the base. We may have the Seppies on the run, but there are still troublemakers out and about.”
You gently caught his hand before he walked away, giving it a squeeze to get his attention. With heart racing, you smiled.
“In a minute. I think I need another one of these first…” And you pressed your lips against his once more, not missing the way his eyes softened as you leaned in.
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500+ FOLLOWER SPECIAL
You requested this, so....
Adept!Reader and Rex Lapis on their wedding night.
FUCK YEAH‼️‼️ SORRY IF THIS WAS RUSHED, BUT ENJOY‼️‼️
gn!adepti!reader, COULD BE OOC!!!
You're an adepti..but you're married to the one who you called your god.
And it was your wedding night, and you've never ever done something like this before...But lucky for you, your husband here is happy to lead you.
"There, there, dear. There's no need to be ashamed."
He cooed, and kiss your left temple— wrapping his muscular arms around your waist and nuzzling himself into the nape of your neck. Despite being ashamed of your own body, Zhongli or Morax here— wants you to reveal your body to him. It's not like he gives a fuck whether you have scars, stretch marks, or anything.
"There's no need to be afraid, dear. You're beautiful no matter what.."
Zhongli soon undo the ties of your outfit— carefully and gently taking it off of you. He was taking care of you like you were fragile glass. He murmured sweet nothings into your ear, telling you of how lucky and how beautiful you are.
And once you were naked and bare in front of him— and he couldn't help but feel his erection and lust growing. You were just ravishing. His hands immediately caresses your waist, feeling the soft skin under his rough hands.
"You're so beautiful..So soft.."
He spoke like he was in awe of you, and apparently he was. He was treating you with such gentleness, it was surprising that he didn't go feral at the sight of you bare and just fuck you right there and now.
But simple actions like him caressing your hips, your hair, your face, or even fondling with your chest turns into something even more intimate and heated.
Now you found yourself in all fours, getting pounded from behind by the one you call your husband.
"Ohh fuck~ You're so tight and warm..You want me to fill you up with my needs, don't you?~"
You were sobbing onto the pillow, gripping onto it tightly and holding on for dear life while he hammered his cock into your sopping hole that was enveloping him.
"You're so good to me... You'll look so good with a swollen belly..~"
Hot and sticky ropes of cum shoots inside of you— but he didn't stop, instead— he continues to pump his cock into you despite how overstimulated you were. Morax wanted you to be knocked up, filled with his seeds. He wanted you to bear his children and doesn't give a fuck whether you're a man— he'll make sure you're bearing his children.
Morax or rather yet Zhongli, doesn't seem to stop. He continues to fuck you senselessly— watching how your ass jiggles with every thrust he makes. Damn right he was gonna make sure you're pregnant after this.
His grip on your hips was starting to sting, but that only sends pleasure rushing to you— making you cum all over his cock once again. He was looking at you with such desire, almost like he wanted to eat you all up...
"Don't cry, dear~ You're taking me so so well.. Your cries and moans are so so adorable..~"
Don't expect him to stop after this round. He'll make sure to mark you as his, to show that you're his one and only, to make sure you're all filled with his seeds until stopping. Either way, just appreciate that your dear husband will take care of you afterwards <33
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asking you to sit on their face
character(s): Childe, Zhongli
pairing(s): fem!reader x Childe, Zhongli (separately)
contents: face sitting, praise, domestic scenery, c0ck r1ding, hint of breeding
a/n: hey y'all! sorry for the long absence but I got sick, and a bunch of personal stuff came up plus a bit of writer's block so yk :')
anyways, I am absolutely feral about pussy drunk characters so please enjoy this absolute filthy post (ik you love this stuff ;) it'll be out litte secret)
ps: it's my first time writing for Childe so let me know how it was! <3
pps: not proofread T^T
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Childe
It had started with you using your Cryo Vision to freeze him.
You two were sparring: it was no secret that he was your rival, as well as your lover. Rivals in the streets, lovers in the sheets.
He had tried to sweep you off your feet using his Hydro Vision, but what he didn't know is that you had a Hydro delusion: an extreme measure really, but needless to say it was devastating when combined with your Cryo vision.
So you had used your Hydro powers to direct his flood towards him, soaking him from head to toe. And then, with a flick of your finger, you had frozen him from the waist down, freezing his hands to the floor, effectively rendering him powerless at your mercy, laid down in front of you.
«So, looks like I win.» you bragged, looking at him top - down.
He scoffed.
«I reckon it comrade, you won. A Hydro delusion is not something I had expected. Although I don't mind this position at all.» you gave him a smug look, crouching next to him and caressing his face.
«What can I say, I'm full of surprises.»
«Oh, I can see that.» you looked at him, bound in front of you, helpless, at your mercy...
You were horny, very horny. His sexy knowing smile didn't help either. He knew exactly what you were thinking.
«Something wrong, comrade?» he asked, as you got closer to him.
You didn't answer. You simply kept looking at him, a million scenes playing in your mind, distracting you from the present.
As another fantasy started playing in your head, a loud bang startled you: Childe had managed to break free of his hand bonds, although he remained frozen from the waist down.
He grabbed you, making you topple over him, and started voraciously kissing you.
You moaned on his face, and flinched at the contact with the ice, so you melted it with your powers, and could finally feel his hot skin, burning even.
The training room wasn't the best for privacy, so you whispered something in his ear, and soon enough every doorknob was frozen, making it impossible for people to enter.
«You have a wicked mind using our Visions like that, comrade.» he whispered, out of breath.
«Oh, isn't that why all of this is so hot though, comrade?» you didn't particularly like that nickname, so you mocked him.
Soon enough, the floor of the training room became a mess.
An indefinite and tangled mess of clothes ended up all over it, leaving you two with only your underwear.
With skilled hands he undid your bra, which now laid somewhere on the floor.
«Sit on my face.» he suddenly said, his pupils dilated with lust.
«Huh? But I've never done something like that.» you expressed your concern, but were soon bothered by the raging heat between your legs, quickly soaking your underwear.
«Hey, stop using your Vision on me..» you whined, but he didn't stop.
Fuck it. He wanted you to sit on his face? Then so be it.
You took off your underwear and sat on his stupid orange haired face.
You doubted he could last very long..oh.
Oh fuck.
He. was. everywhere.
His tongue was inside you, moving, and moving, and moving.
The wetter you became, the more he'd feed on it.
And the ungodly slurping noises only made things worse. He wasn't eating you out, no. He was drinking you. As if he had an unquenchable thirst. As if he couldn't have enough.
You lifted your hips a bit, worried he didn't have enough air, but you heard him mumble.
«Don't you fucking dare lift up those hips. I'm not done yet, and you'll be here until I'm satisfied, comrade.»
At this point any and all rational thought had left you, and you just let your mind empty, lust taking you over.
«Fuck fuck fuck. Childe I swear, I'm not gonna last long if you kee-ahh..!» you came. Not once, not twice, you had lost count.
His tongue was drinking you up more and more, and you lost track of time, too ecstatic and lust drunk to even notice something as trivial.
When he was satisfied, he lifted you up, making you sit on the floor.
It didn't last long though. Soon enough you were down on all fours, doggy style.
«Baby I need you to take it for me, can you do it?» he asked, and you knew he was drunk. Pussy drunk. He just needed you to clench around him, he just needed to feel you.
You gave him a nod, and then felt his length inside of you, and the arousal mounted again. It was just a never ending marathon when you two got to it. That's why you tried to keep your meetings short, otherwise you'd end up like this, but at that point your mind was too preoccupied with him to think about anything else.
«You're so pretty baby, I love it so much when you clench around me like that..you're so warm, it just feels like you were made for my cock. Take it a little bit more baby, please, won't you? I know you can, you're so good..» he sounded delirious, out of his mind, but you didn't care. His cock just felt so good inside of you..
«So good, baby. I can't get enough of it, I'm sorry. I know you're tired but please, please please hold on just a little bit more for me, okay baby? You take me so well I just can't get enough of you baby. I swear baby I want to make you feel so good every day and every moment, if you'll just let me, I promise I'll take good care of you, baby.»
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Zhongli
It had been a long day. Zhongli was tired, sitting in his office at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, exhaustion filling every fiber of his body.
Who would've thought that working for a 19-year-old girl would be so tiring? He almost regretted fighting every day, almost.
Truth be told, he was just being overly dramatic: he hadn't seen his girlfriend all day, and today, of all days, his body decided to make him feel extra horny. Exactly when he had to work overtime.
6000 years and he still suffered from these issues.
He chuckled to himself, almost relieved. At least he still had a semblance of mortality in him.
As he signed the last of his paperwork, he could finally go home to his girlfriend, to you.
He found you on the armchair, reading a book. And you were wearing just one of his shirts. It made him feel..a certain way.
He sneaked his way behind you, his fingers landing on your shoulders, pressing slightly, massaging them.
You sighed happily.
«Oh, you're back, love. What did I do to deserve this special treatment..?» you said, closing your book and leaning forward, giving him more space to massage you.
He made you stand up and sit on his lap, and you instantly knew what was up, his cock pressing against you.
«Oh, I see now..» he continued massaging, and you unbuttoned the shirt a bit, exposing your back to him.
«I'd give you this special treatment regardless, love.» he reached for the shirt, unbuttoning it all the way. Now it was hanging loosely on his lap, your arms still in the sleeves.
He moved your hair from your back, delicately dragging his fingers along, sending shivers down your spine.
He kissed your shoulder, and gripped your hips hard, squishing your flesh.
He then started kissing your neck, making you tilt your head all the way back, until it was resting on his shoulder.
Soon enough his hands moved, now kneading your breasts, which were exposed, since you weren't wearing your bra, just panties.
«Zhongli..» you moaned, kissing his neck, your bodies tangling in a mix of lust, sweat and love.
«Mh..?» his mouth too preoccupied with making you feel good to give you a proper answer.
«In our bedroom. I need to feel your skin, please.»
«Of course, my love. As you wish.» you turned around, now facing him.
He picked you up, carrying you to the bedroom, while you undid his tie, and helped him remove his jacket.
As you two got to the bedroom, the shirt you were wearing was on the floor, and you were completely naked, except for your panties.
You undressed him, taking your time to kiss every inch of his body.
He moaned, a sound that reverberated deep within you, going directly in your pussy, his voice was just that hot.
He kissed you, and you both remained naked, as you jumped on him, crossing your legs behind his back.
He dropped you on the bed, climbing on top of you, and inverted your positions, putting you on top of him.
«I need you to sit on my face, love.» he said, panting because of the lust. How could you deny his request, when he was looking at you like a dying man looked at his savior?
«Are you sure, Zhongli? Won't you run out of air..?» he shook his head, reassuring you.
«It's fine, love. I just need you. You've been on my mind all day, and I need you, so badly. I just need you to sit on me, love.»
You decided to grant his request, curious yourself of how it would feel. He had eaten you out many times, would this time be so different..?
As soon as your pussy made contact with his face, you immediately understood how wrong you were about it feeling the same.
His nostrils got invaded by your scent, your arousal dripping down on his face, intoxicating him.
It was just so addictive. He had been dreaming of doing that all day, his mind unable to tear itself from the thought of having his face buried deep in your pussy.
He started licking away, like his life depended on it.
His hands firmly gripped your thighs, making it impossible to move. You bent down, the pleasure overwhelming you, making your head dizzy: you gripped the bed sheets, your legs trembling under his relentless licking and sucking.
His mouth was on your clit now: he sucked away, never stopping, never ceasing to make you feel good.
«Z-zhongli..» you whined, slamming your forearm on the bed to regain some balance, as he pressed your pussy deeper on his face.
He could feel how you were trembling around him: your pussy clenched on his tongue, as if it wanted to capture him, keeping him inside of you.
He couldn't get enough, he had to have you in every way possible, so when you came all over his face, he didn't hesitate to lick you clean, as your scent enveloped him, making him lightheaded, or rather, pussy drunk.
You didn't even know who you were anymore. All you knew was Zhongli under you, making you see stars with his tongue, making you feel like you were the luckiest woman in all of Teyvat.
As he was satisfied, at least for the time being, he lifted you up, already missing your warmth on his face.
«That was..I..Z-zhongli..» you couldn't speak properly, your whole body was trembling, the orgasm still lingering.
He moved you lower on his body.
«I need you to take me, love. Will you do it for me?» he didn't have to ask twice. You lowered yourself on his massive cock, your pussy stretching around him, making space. He had a massive girth to it, making you feel every inch of his length, driving you crazy.
You sat still on him for a few seconds, wanting to savor the sensation of his cock stretching you out.
«Fuck- love you're so warm and tight around me..!» his voice was an octave higher, the lust completely taking hold of him.
«M-move love..please. I need you to move, please.» he whined, begging you to move.
You grabbed his hands, using them as leverage to rise up, only to bounce back on his cock.
You took your time though, bouncing up and down, your tits following the movement.
You could hear Zhongli moaning like his life depended on it, which compelled you to open your eyes.
You looked down at him, the sight of his face contracted in pleasure, with his cheeks all read, and his mouth open, a small line of drool (or your arousal, you weren't sure), making you feel so powerful, like a Goddess, his Goddess.
You just couldn't believe you were on top of the Geo Archon, and said Archon was feeling so good because of you.
You came at the same time. You could feel his seed dripping down your thighs, and you tried to move a bit, to clean yourself.
He prevented you from doing so, closing your legs instead, as to trap all the seed inside of you.
«I just need to feel you clenching around me a little bit more, love.»
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Nsfw, smut, 18+
Having Zhongli gagged so all he can do is growl, moan, snarl and whimpter as you edge his two cocks, ridding one while stroking the other until all your holes are filled with cum. In addition you also have his hands tied above his head so all he can use to pull you back on top of him is his dragon tail. He's so pissed when he's about to come and you pull off, only to sit on his other dick and get him so sensitive he is close to losing his mind.
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Morax takes what he wants
Morax who's mean and rough just treats you like a fuckslut, a cumdump for his pleasure he will degrade and praise you for being a good cockwhore taking his cocks down your throat facefucking you until he satisfied
Morax will not stop even if you beg him to, he'll just keep rutting his hips into you pushing you pass your limits and bounds of overstimulation
Morax loves it when you make a mess for him likes to spit on your pussy and leave a couple slaps too
Morax who takes all your hole at once his cocks in each hole while his fingers is in your mouth
Morax is an absolute mean dom but that's not to say he won't give you the best aftercare you deserve
@moraxsthrone @crystalflygeo @meimeimeirin @ainescribe @zhxngii @kurikurikurisu
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