#brawl stars tickle

[farfaripol]

LEE! CHESTER ALLERT!!!!

Do you see these stripes on his body? Who painted it? And did it tickle? These are the questions I asked myself when I saw his new skin

AND I DRAWED THIS ART. IF I'M ASKING FORGIVENESS FOR ANYTHING I DON'T KNOW IT'S SIMPLY THIS IS THE SAME WELL AHSJAKLA..?

kill me please

[callmecarnage]

Hi

So I did a thing-

[ticklykitty216]

(A solo fic already? And such a bold departure from the original source material! /ref)

(Yeah, the brainrot is so real I had to write this fic now while I still have motivation)

(And yes I’m still working on requests, depending on how everything goes I’ll be finishing the requests and posting ‘original’ fics with them as well)

(Also there’s a bit of Chester x Mandy stuff in this fic, you can read it as platonic or romantic but I can’t help myself, they’re so cute together, the skrunkles)

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Mandy liked to think that she had relatively good patience.

Yes, she may be grumpy most of the time but there’s a difference between being grumpy and angry. Was she quick and easy to annoy? Yes. Was she quick and easy to anger? She’d say no. It took a lot to truly make Mandy angry, but with the day she’s been having she was about to blow.

Yesterday she had asked Chester to put candy back in the cases and displays so they could open up early and he simply just didn't do it. So she had to do it and that delayed opening for a good hour, and when she had finally opened the first couple had complained about the delay and were generally rude. Then she dealt with annoying customers, which was par for the course when working customer service but it seemed like today everyone was pissy. And then to add insult to injury one of the kids had accidentally broken one of their gumball machines and there were now gumballs all over the floor, and without Chester Mandy is forced to clean it up, as always.

Everyone had finally left and it was almost closing time. “Finally, where is that good for nothing clown when you need him?” Mandy grumbled as she cleaned up the glass and gumballs all over the floor, “Haven’t seen that idiot all day…” Mandy stood up and dumped the little dustpan with the glass and gumballs into the garbage and turned to put the dustpan away, “AAAGH-” Mandy cried as she managed to slip on a loose gumball and fell to the ground. “Great. Fun. Just my luck.” Mandy growled as she slowly picked herself back up and limped back to her throne behind her desk.

“Ow. Ow. Ow…” Mandy said as she hobbled behind her desk, as she made contact with her throne a loud *BANG* sounded out and she jumped back up startled “WHAT THE HELL?!” she cried out, and heard giggling behind her throne. She kneeled on the cushions of her throne and looked over to see Chester crouched down and giggling madly, “CHESTER! Where the hell were you?! I’ve been waiting for you to come in all day!” Mandy yelled and Chester looked up at her, confused “Mandy, I told you that I had matches today.” Chester said plainly and Mandy deadpanned.

Mandy didn’t remember him telling her that. “When?” she asked and Chester had a look that she couldn’t place. “When you asked me to stock I told you I couldn’t because I had to go early for some matches and that I’d be gone most of the day!” Chester said and Mandy was currently having a crisis trying to remember what Chester had said to her yesterday, had she really forgotten so quickly? She felt like she’d remember something like that… “Oh… Sorry then…” Mandy said and turned back and sat in her throne with a far away look. Chester sprung up and leaned against the throne “Soooo, how did you faire without me?~” Chester cooed and Mandy groaned “Terrible, everyone had a stick up their ass, I tell ya’.” Mandy said before she leaned forward and put her face in her arms “Everyone was so annoying today, can’t wait for it to end.” she said.

Chester gave a sympathetic look before he brightened up “Hey Mandy! Look at this!” he said and she groaned “If it’s another one of your pranks you can shove it.” she grumbled and Chester giggled “Nono! Please Mandy, I think you’ll like this!” Chester said, moving to stand in front of the girls desk. Mandy groaned before she looked up before sitting back up “What is it?” Mandy said suspiciously as she looked at the jester before her, he had his hands behind his back and rocked on the balls of his feet, the bells on his cap jingling. “Well, it sounds like you had a crappy day~” he started “Tell me about it…” Mandy mumbled “So! I had picked this up from one of my earlier matches, and I was gonna give it to you later, but I’ll give it to you now!” Chester said and held out a small present.

Mandy eyed the present and glared at Chester “You think I was born yesterday? What’s in it?” Mandy said and Chester placed it on her desk and moved it closer to her “Can’t say, would ruin the surprise!” Chester said before his face softened “I swear it’s not a prank Mandy.” Chester said and she still glared “Cross your heart?” she asked and Chester took his right hand and did a criss cross motion over his chest with one hand while the other was behind his back, “Cross my heart and hope to cry, stick a cupcake in my eye!” Chester said with a wink for emphasis. Mandy’s glare softened and she looked at the small present, she started to open the top when she looked back up at Chester who smiled and nodded his head, Mandy finally removed the top of the gift and looked in.

Mandy didn’t even get a chance to see what was in the gift because the next thing she knew there was glitter and pixie dust exploding on her face, she reeled back “AAAAAAGH!!!” she cried out and rubbed furiously at her eyes and coughed violently. Chester exploded in laughter and clutched his stomach with his right hand and revealed his left hand. His fingers were crossed, “Well, it was a little prank…” Chester reasoned. Mandy still rubbed at her eyes and glared at him with one eye “What’s wrong with you?!” Mandy yelled and her voice broke at the end and her eyes suddenly became much more watery, and it wasn’t just because there was still glitter and pixie stick dust in them. Mandy breathed heavily, trying to calm herself but the weight of today and the prank had her tipped over the edge and she didn’t know whether to scream or cry.

Chester had stopped laughing but still smiled “You like your surprise?” Chester asked but when Mandy didn’t respond and he saw her slightly shaking the smile was wiped from his face “M-Mandy?” Chester asked and leaned forward towards her. Mandy had her face covered with her hands and she felt EVERYTHING bubble up to the surface, the customers, the broken gumball machine, the pranks, it was the straw that broke the camel's back. Mandy suddenly looked up with tears in the corners of her eyes and let out a banshee shriek as she lunged forward at the jester “YOU ASSHOLE!!” she screeched. Chester yelped and pulled back as she lunged and backed away out of her grasp “Mandy wait!” he said.

Mandy brushed the gift box off her desk and into the trash bin as she climbed over her desk towards her coworker “GET BACK HERE!!!” she screamed. Chester’s eyes widened and he turned tail and Mandy jumped off her desk and gave chase “LOUSY CLOWN! I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY I KEEP YOU AROUND!!” Mandy screamed as she kept up with the clown. Chester zigzagged between the large displays of candy “I’M SORRY!” Chester wailed “OH, YOU’RE GONNA BE SORRY WHEN I CATCH YOU!!” Mandy yelled as she turned a sharp corner and picked up some random candy and threw it at him. Chester put his arm up to block the onslaught of candy pellets “Mandy you’re overreacting! It was just a joke!” Chester said and ran between a few cases “OVERREACTING?! I had a TERRIBLE day and your solution was to explode glitter in my face?!” Mandy yelled and took chase again “I didn’t expect you to lean your face over it!!” Chester said.

Mandy grabbed one of the giant display gummies from a stand as she ran past, pulled her arm back and tossed the bear like it was a football and it nailed Chester in the back of the head. Chester lost his balance and started to stumble forward, but it had been too late, Chester tripped over himself and he tumbled into a display of various marshmallows and taffy. Mandy finally caught up to the clown and looked at him and pounced on him. “You asshat! You douchebag! You son of a bitch!” Mandy said and shook him violently “Mandy!” Chester cried out and pried at her hands. “I can’t stand you! You and your dumb pranks!” Mandy yelled and the two dissolved into a sort of slap fight, Mandy trying to grab at Chester to throttle and Chester blocking her hand “I swear to god you’re so dead!” Mandy yelled as she squeezed the jester's left side and Chester jerked away and made this strange choked giggle.

Mandy did a double take “Are you seriously laughing right now?!” Mandy growled out and gripped him again and a string of giggles came out of him “Mahahandy quihihihit it!” Chester giggled out. Mandy glared but then looked to see she was grabbing his sides and she put two and two together. She looked Chester in the eyes and gave him the most evil look she could muster and smirked down on him “You’re so dead.” was all Mandy said. “Waitwaitwait ManDYY EHEHEHEHE!!” Chester squealed.

Mandy rapidly squeezed the clown's side and he burst into the goofiest giggle Mandy has ever heard come out of a person “Mahahahandy! Mahahahahandy- NOHOHOHO!!” Chester cackled as she squeezed up and down the jesters sides, testing to see where his most ticklish spots were. She was still mad at him, and she wanted revenge against him. “Ohohoho~ How did I NOT know about this?~” Mandy teased as she spidered his sides “MAHAHAHAHANDEHEHEHEY!!” Chester cackled and shook his head, the bells on his hat jingled furiously. “MAHAHANDY IHIHIHI’M SHOHOHORRY!!” Chester cried out as he pushed against her wrists “Oh? So now you’re sorry? I don’t think you are!” Mandy said as she roughly squeezed his hips and Chester tossed his head back and shrieked “NONONOHOHOHO MAHAHAHANDY IHIHIHI REHEHEALLY AHAM SOHOHOHORRY!!!” Chester howled “LIAR!”

 Mandy yelled, but there was no anger behind it. Mandy dug her thumbs into the hollow of Chester’s hips and he flailed “NAHAHAHA!! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!!” Chester screamed and slapped Mandy's arms, “Why not? Too tickle, tickle, ticklish for you?~” Mandy teased and switched between teasing his hips to scribbling across his belly. Chester was going insane, the bells on his hat jingled like crazy as he shook his head back and forth wildly and kicked his legs behind Mandy “MAHAHAHANDY STAHAHAHAP!!” Chester wailed, pushing against her “No.~” Mandy said, her fingers traveled up to his ribs and scribbled between the spaces and Chester cackled like a hyena “AHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Chester laughed “NAHAHAT THERE PLEHEHEHEASE MAHAHANDY!!!” Chester begged “AHAHAHANYWHEHEHERE BUHUHUT THEHEHEHERE!!!” Chester squealed “Oh? Anywhere? Well, how abo-ut, HERE!” Mandy said and quickly shoved her fingers into Chester armpits and scribbled madly.

Chester clamped his arms down and his laughter went silent for a second before it came back tenfold. “NOOOOOHOHOHOHO AHAHAHA *snort* MAHAHAHAHANDY!!” Chester snorted as tears streamed down his face. “Was that a snort?!” Mandy laughed and pressed harder “Do it again!” she commanded. “NAHAHA MAHAHA- *snort* MAHAHAHANDY P-PLEHEHEHEASE!!! MEHEHEHERCY!!” Chester roared, as he kept his arms clamped down he wrapped his arms around his stomach and thrashed back and forth. Mandy continued her assault, she wasn’t ready to end this just yet, but she’d admit that his reaction was starting to worry her a bit. She moved her hands out of his armpits and just stared down at him.

Chester panted heavily and looked up at Mandy and wiped a tear from his left eye, “Ahahahare yohohou dohohohone?” Chester giggled and Mandy said nothing. She lifted up her hands and hovered them over top of his middle and wiggled her fingers slowly, “Nohohoho! Mahahandy dohohohon’t please!” Chester laughed as he eyed her fingers nervously “Where oh where will I tickle next?~” she asked as her fingers slowly descended downwards. She quickly moved them upwards towards his ribs and his arms and hands followed to try and block them “Mahahahandy!! Stohohop!” Chester giggled “I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already laughing!” Mandy herself laughed at how giddy the jester beneath her was.

“Yeheheheah, and ihihihit’s gohohoing to tihihihickle..!” Chester squeaked as her hands darted downwards to his hips, but never touched them “Damn right!” Mandy said as one hand tickled his hip and the other went for his neck. Chester yelped and scrunched up his neck to try and protect it “STOHOHOHOHOHOP IHIHIHIT!!” Chester squealed as he grabbed at Mandy’s wrists “IHIHIHI SAHAHAHAID IHIHI WAHAHAS SOHOHOHORRY!!” He laughed. “I don’t think you’re sorry enough~” Mandy said and Chester let out this sad little noise; a mix between a whine and a yelp, “MEHEHEHEHERCEHEHEHEHEY!!” Chester shrieked as Mandy ghosted over the sensitive flesh between his hip bones “MEHEHEHERCY! UHUHUHUHUNCLE! PLEHEHEHEASE MAHAHAHANDY IHIHIHI GEHEHEHET IHIHIHIT!!” Chester howled.

As much as Mandy would LOVE to sit here all day and tickle Chester to insanity (she might’ve already with the way he was acting) she let up. She brought her hands away from the fool and crossed her arms as she watched him finally, and properly this time, catch his breath. Mandy had to admit, she might’ve taken it a little too far, he was wheezing and clutched his sides as stray giggles still poured out of him. The black marks under his eyes were smudged from his tears and his entire face, ears and his neck was flushed. “You good clown? Had a good laugh?” Mandy asked, trying to keep her tone neutral, “Yohohohou’re ahahan ahahahasshole…” Chester mewled out and Mandy huffed “Takes one to know one, hun.” Mandy said and wiped some of the stray tears off of his face before she finally stood up off of the jester. Chester continues to lay on the ground and put his hands on his stomach as he still calmed his ragged breathing, Mandy walked over to the shop’s front door and turned their ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’ and locked the door before approaching Chester again.

“You gonna sleep on the floor tonight?” Mandy asked sarcastically and Chester huffed “You know, I just might, these marshmallows bags make for great pillows!” Chester said and picked up a bag of marshmallows and opened the bag and popped one in his mouth, “Stop eating the marshmallows…” Mandy said and Chester winked at her “I deserve this after the torture you put me through!” Chester said dramatically and put the back of his hand on his forehead. “I’ll do it again if you don’t get up!” Mandy threatened and wiggled her fingers at him, Chester’s face flushed and he sprung back up with the bag of marshmallows still in hand, Mandy’s face fell when she saw the bag in his hand “WELL! I think I’m going to go home now and get some rest!” Chester announced with a sort of mocking tone “You’ll be coming in tomorrow and helping me around here!” Mandy stated and Chester deflated “Sure yeah…” Chester said and began to walk past Mandy before he stopped and smirked.

Chester turned and looked “Oh and uh, by the way, I didn’t have any matches today, I just missed my alarm and didn’t come in.” Chester said with a smug look. Mandy spluttered and then growled “You son of a b- MMMMPH?!” Mandy was cut off as Chester shoved a marshmallow in her mouth and then ran away “CHEFFETER!!” Mandy mumbled out past the marshmallow and stomped her food. She walked towards her desk to grab her things “Can’t believe that idiot, he slept in?!” Mandy growled and saw something shine out of the corner of her eye. She turned and looked to see that it was coming out of the garbage can, she walked over and pulled out Chester’s gift and looked into it again.

Inside the box, at the bottom of it was a large gem; it was a magenta color, as opposed to the purple color most of the gems from the mines were, and the way it was shaped made it look like a piece of candy with a wrapper on it. Mandy picked it out of the box and moved it around, with what little light was still left in the shop it caught on the gem and shimmered and shined in the light, “Woah…” Mandy said and brought the gem down and turned it around in her hand. Shoot, now she felt bad for going after Chester, but then again he had left her to handle the shop alone, but he hadn’t lied, she had overreacted to his joke. 

Despite this, Mandy had smiled and placed the gem in her pocket and picked up her things and closed shop and walked home. She’d apologize to Chester tomorrow, that was, if he didn’t sleep in again…

***

(In this house, we love and respect Chester x Mandy!!!)

[dollytraiter07]

Cosmo, an alien fox from the far planet of Superia, wanted to learn more about the strange creatures that earth had. Thus, he captured a blob of dog saliva named Squeak and a dog captain named Ruffs, taking them back to his ship for ticklish experiments…

Commission for https://twitter.com/Chal206?t=YOYdQ.....B1w8w&s=09

[komafficial]

Edgar thought it’d be nice to rest and kick his feet up after a long day of brawling…

Though, he did take his shoes off, which caught the attention of Colette…(they work together in the gift shop ;3

now she’s obsessing over how soft and adorable and ticklish they are while he’s…not thriving rn ;0

[iraia-gamer]

tickletober 4: tickle trap

[overtheimaginationwall]

That what happens when Mandy has enough of Chester's mischiefs~

Also the scenario was inspired by this funny moment at the end of their reveal trailer XD

Fun Fact: This was the FIRST EVER artwork I did of them but forgot to post it cause I'm a dummy =~="

[merlincmgirl]

Group Sex - 501st x FReader - NSFW

Summary: You were the 501st barrack's bunny, and your men were finally returning home to you.

Characters: Rex, Fives, Jesse, Kix, Dogma, Hardcase, Tup

Pairing: 501st x F!Reader

Word Count: 18,349

Warnings: PinV sex, fingering, oral sex (female & male receiving), anal sex, group sex, fluff, rough sex, spanking, dirty talk, praise, degradation, aftercare, 501st legion

Authour's Note: I don't know what to say about this one, I might have become possessed by the 501st, those boys just do something to me. Hope you enjoy!

When you had received word that your troopers would be arriving on Triple Zero for 2 weeks long rest, you had been ecstatic. It had been too quiet without your boys. Even though they had been away for a month, apparently General Skywalker had been called back by the Chancellor and the 501st were put on leave again. Not that you were complaining.

Lazing on one of the barrack bunks, freshly showered, you were lazily flipping through a book, trying to pass the time. When they returned, you knew Rex wouldn’t be with them, he would have to debrief first before coming to the barracks. Instead, you’d have the rest of your boys to entertain and look after. Stars! You had missed them.

The sound of the door opening had you flinging the book onto a cupboard next to the bed, and spinning around to see them piling in. However you didn’t get very far, as a heavy weight settled against your front, wrapping you up into large, strong arms.

“Hey Princess” you heard from the trooper and instantly knew who it was.

“Fives!” you chuckled, wheezing slightly as he still had his armour on. You could just make out the amused expression of Jesse and Hardcase as they stood at the bottom of the bed. Gently, you ran your fingers through Fives’ dark curls and felt him bury his face into your neck, his goatee tickling you slightly.

“Alright, let her breath!” Dogma grumbled, smacking at Fives’ foot as he passed and went to his own bunk. You sent him a thumbs up as Fives pushed himself up from you.

You couldn’t help but beam at the trooper, as he looked so excited to be back and see you once more. He cupped your face, brining you in for a kiss that had you clutching at his armour to steady yourself. His tongue slipped into your mouth, rolling playfully against yours before he pulled away.

“Missed you, Princess” he murmured, resting his head against yours.

“I missed you too” you replied, cupping his cheek and running your thumb against his sharp cheekbones.

“Yeah? That’s why you’re lying in my bed?” he grinned at you, running his fingers down your side.

“I switch bed every night” you rolled your eyes at him. Glancing behind him at the other troopers, you sent them a warm smile as well. “I missed all of you” you told them. You watched as your words hit the troopers, Tup blushed a lovely colour, Kix seemed to relax a little more, Dogma ducked his head – no doubt to hide his small grin, Hardcase let out a laugh and a hit to Fives’ shoulder that had him complaining and Jesse came over and pressed his lips to yours.

Warmth slid through you as Fives held you and Jesse kissed you. “We missed you too, pretty girl” he breathed, licking his lips after you parted from him.

“Rex still at command?” you wondered, as Fives seemed to have commandeered you for the moment. He scooped you up in his arms and pulled you into his lap as he sat against the top of the bed.

“Yeah, said he shouldn’t be too long” Jesse confirmed, beginning to take off his armour.

“More time for us, huh sweetheart?” Hardcase grinned, jumping onto Fives’ bunk. Hardcase ignored the ARC trooper’s complaints, and blocked a kick to his middle from Fives’.

“Play nice, or we won’t play at all!” you warned the pair of them before it could turn into a brawl. The rough and tumble of the 501st wasn’t new, and these fights never got out of hand enough for them to actually hurt the other, but it did often end up in accidents. Last time your caf mug had been shattered by Hardcase and he had received a lecture off Rex that wouldn’t soon be forgotten.

“Fine Princess” he grumbled, just as Hardcase shot you a salute and a wink.

Giggling, you leaned back into Fives’ chest, and pressed a kiss to the underside of his chin. His hand came to your bare thighs, squeezing them slightly as he held you tight. You hadn’t felt like getting fully dressed after your shower, there was no point when your boys were returning home.

Hardcase crawled in between your legs, gripping your chin lightly to turn you to face him. “Hey sweetheart, were you waiting for us?” Hardcase smiled, running his thumb over the line of your jaw. As you close your eyes and lean into his hand, he can’t help but fall even more in love with you. You’re always so sweet and wonderful to him and his vode.

“Course I was, handsome. It’s been pretty quiet around here without you on base” you chuckled, turning your head to press a kiss to his palm. Remembering that the ARC trooper underneath you was still wearing his armour, you turned around to shoot him a pointed look. “Go and get undressed, now!” you ordered, glancing down at his armour.

“Yes ma’am” he saluted, slipping out from underneath you to take everything off. He had just been so excited to be back and see you that everything else left his mind.

Hardcase chuckled, pulling you in for a passionate kiss that had you clutching at his blacks. Case wrapped an around around your waist, pressing you into him as his tongue slipped into yours playfully. He teased you and had you groaning against his lips, wanting more but he always pulled away, enjoying you chasing after his lips.

Slipping your hands underneath his top, you took in the way his skin felt like a warm fire underneath your hands, at how strong and amazing he felt. Gripping the hem of the shirt, you tugged it over his head, Case helping you get it off over his head and his arms.

When he was exposed to your ravenous eyes, you couldn’t help but grin. Hardcase was beautiful. His tattoo ran down the length of his neck, down around his pecs and around his nipples, running down the centre of his torso before dipping down beneath his blacks. You knew from experience just where Hardcase’s extensive tattoo ended.

Thankfully there was only a few bruises and a few new scars to add to his collection, but you ran soft fingers and gentle kisses over them anyway. It was something you did with all your boys. None of them had ever experienced a loving touch, most – if not all – of the clones were touch starved and you wanted to remedy that as soon as possible. ‘

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” he flirted, running a hand over your head as you kissed along his muscled abdomen.

“Always, trooper!” you replied, a wicked grin on your lips as you looked up into his beautiful brown orbs.

He chuckled, ducking down so he could kiss you once more.

Fives slid behind you, settling you back into his lap and he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck. His warm, broad, bare chest felt like a furnace against your back, but you couldn’t help but rock your hips backwards as you became lost to both Case’s and Fives’ kisses.

“I think we need this to come off, Princess. Wouldn’t want to tear another one of your pretty shirts, would we?” Fives breathed, trailing his hands distractingly up and down your arms.

Hardcase chuckled against your lips before pulling away, watching as Fives pulled your shirt up, leaving you fully exposed to his hungry eyes. “Wouldn’t be so bad if this was the sight we got to see everyday�� Hardcase murmured, running a teasing thumb against your stiffening peak as the cool air of the barracks hit you.

“Agreed vod!” came the reply from somewhere over the opposite side of the room. You had a feeling it was Jesse that had said that.

Moaning at the way that Fives were pressed against you and the way that Hardcase continued to tease you. It felt natural to arch into Hardcase as he kissed down your body, paying close attention to the areas that you didn’t particularly like. It didn’t matter to any of them, they thought you were beautiful, stunning, kind, wonderful. They were determined to remind you of that every time this happened.

“Lean back sweetheart, let Fives make you feel good while I open you up for us” Hardcase murmured, sucking a mark on the soft skin of your hip.

You nodded, a whine caught in your throat as Fives’ large hands slid up your sides to your breasts, taking them in his hands and squeezing gently. His hot, talented tongue worked it’s way along your shoulder and neck, and you couldn’t help but tilt your head so he could have more space for him to play with.

“Such a good girl for us, Princess. Already know what to do to help us make you feel good” Fives praised, fingers teasing around your nipples but never actually playing with them.

You heated up at his praise, at the way that he was teasing you, touching you but not touching you where you really wanted him to. “Fives!” you whined, arching your chest into his hands and hoping he’d take the hint.

“Oh don’t worry, Princess. I’ll take care of you” Fives promised, smug lilt in his voice that you knew meant he was enjoying the way you reacted to him.

A thud sounded next to you and a boot landed next to Fives. Glancing up, you could see Kix was raising an unimpressed eyebrow at his brother. “We will take care of you” he corrected the ARC trooper.

“That’s what I meant” Fives rolled his eyes, nuzzling into your neck and dragging his lips against the column of your throat.

Sighing, you relaxed back into him, letting him put as many marks onto you as he wanted. You would wear them with pride.

However, your attention was brought back to the trooper between your legs, as he hooked his talented fingers underneath your panties and tugged them down your legs. The speed that he did had you blinking at him in shock, as he threw them onto his bunk. “Those are mine” he claimed, before gripping your knees and spreading your legs wide for him.

“Kriff, Case!” you cursed, as the sudden feeling of being exposed to him and the room at around him without warning.

“Sorry sweetheart, but kriff! You look amazing! Should see how wet she is” he murmured, pressing an apologetic kiss to your inner thigh as he got himself comfortable on his stomach. He let out a stifled moan as he stared at your opening. The glistening petals of your entrance was sticky with your arousal, slightly puffy from the rush of blood that pulsed in your aching core.

Before you could reassure him that you wasn’t really upset, he had taken one of your folds into his mouth, sucking the slick that coated them and moaning at the taste. Running his tongue over each one in turn, he groaned at the taste of you flooded his mouth. The enthusiasm and boundless energy that he normally carried with him was put to good use as he wrapped his arms around your thighs and tugged you closer to him.

Crying out, you hooked your arm behind Fives’ neck, trying to keep yourself grounded as you bucked your hips up into Case’s mouth. “Fuck! Fuck! Oh! Please ‘Case!” you whined, running your hand over his bald head and trying to tug him to your pulsating clit. It was begging to be touched, to be sucked into that warm, wet heat. But he was purposefully ignoring your little bud, instead focusing on tasting every bit of you, licking into your cunt and hissing curses against you.

It was almost with relief when Fives turned your head so he could press his lips against yours. He licked into your mouth, the angle a little awkward but you didn’t care. His tongue flicked over the roof of your mouth, and he chuckled slightly at the little moan that he swallowed from your mouth. One of his talented hands came to squeeze and massage at your breasts, thumb rubbing along the pebbled bud.

Arching up into his chest, it felt maddening, having both Hardcase and Fives strum your pleasure along between them. They played you like a well practised instrument, both of them pushing you higher and higher, encouraging you to feel everything they were doing to you. Fives twisted your nipple sharply, just as Hardcase took your clit into his mouth and sucked harshly on it.

“CASE!” you cried, writhing against him, nails digging into his shoulder as the white hot pleasure began to build and build.

However, Fives weren’t too keen on letting you get away with him, as he wrapped his arm around your middle, keeping you still against his chest. He trailed his lips down the line of your neck, groaning at how wonderful you smelt. He had missed you so much. The ARC trooper laughed slightly at the small growl that left you at not being able to writhe as much as you wanted.

“Keep still for us Princess” he said the words into the heated skin of your neck, brushing your hair back away from your sweaty forehead and temple. Feeling you relax slightly in his arms, he began to work on a few marks that would come up beautifully by tomorrow.

“Fives!” you moaned, running your hand up to his scalp and tugging at the dark curls there. It felt so good to have both of their tongues on you, feel the way that they looked after you and gave you such pleasure, even after surely feeling exhausted coming back from deployment. They were so good to you.

“Now those are some lovely noises you’re making, cyar’ika” Kix praised from across the room.

From your blurry vision, you saw that he and Jesse was at the perfect vantage spot on the bud opposite. They had a perfect view of your cunt being eaten by Hardcase, as well as the way you were displayed for all to see across Fives’ chest. The thought had you arching even more, wanting to put on a good show for them.

“I’ve only heard those noises coming from the lower level brothels, vod. Guess our brothers must be treating you right, pretty girl, huh?” Jesse’s voice replied, gaze dark and hungry as he took you in.

Flushing at his words, you buried your head as much as you could into Fives, more slick escaping you at the rush of embarrassment and excitement that rushed through you.

Fives tutted, hand sliding up your chest and your neck to your jaw, gripping slightly and pulling you away from him. He forced your eyes back on Jesse’s who looked even more handsome than normal. The way he was looking at you, like you were his next meal had your thighs quivering at the thought.

“No, Princess, don’t hide. Jesse asked you a question, think you can answer it?” he chided, nibbling at your ear.

Shuddering, you nodded, looking at the ARC trooper in front of you. You brain wracked for what he wanted you to say, your thoughts scattering at every twist of your nipple and suck of your clit. Jesse raised an eyebrow and you remembered what he wanted.

“So good, they treat me so… oh! Case! Treat me soooo good” you hissed, eyes slamming closed at the way Hardcase grazed his teeth lightly over your clit. It had you clinging onto his shoulder and throwing your head back against Fives. “Need more. Please, ‘Case… use your fingers” you begged, bucking your hips up into his mouth.

Hardcase chuckled against you, burying his face further into your cunt and gathering your juices on his tongue. The vibrations had you gasping, a painful tug on Fives’ hair and a warning growl from the ARC trooper and Hardcase pulled away with a smug look spread across his pretty face. “Whatever you command, sweetheart!” he promised, before sucking two fingers into his mouth and covering them generously before pressing one of his fingers inside of you.

The sensation of him filling you after so long had your eyes slamming closed and your breath stuttering in your chest. His fingers were thick and long, perfect and just what you needed after so long away from them.

“Kriff, so tight sweetheart. Gonna have to open you up if we’re gonna have some fun” he grinned up at you, mouth covered in slick and eyes dancing in delight at the feel of your walls clutching around his finger. You were so warm and wet, but he knew he’d have to open you up more if you wanted to enjoy the night with his brothers and him.

“Please!” you gasped, hooking your legs around the small of his back and digging your heels into him.

A sharp nip at your shoulder had you whimpering, and you turned to pout up at a mischievous looking Fives. “Haven’t forgotten me, Princess? Look how well you’re taking Hardcase’s fingers. Can’t wait to see you taking out cocks. Never gonna be empty for long. Always going to have our cum or our cocks in you, Princess” he whispered filthily into your ear.

Nodding, you squirmed at that, desperately wanting that as well. You could just imagine how ruined you would be by the end of the night. Pulling him closer to you, you pressed a string of kisses along his jaw and to the corner of his mouth.

“Kiss me, please?”

Fives grunted, and you could feel the way his cock twitched against you at your request. He wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours, prying your lips open for a dirty kiss, not leaving any space in between you. He kissed you like you were the only oxygen he would ever need, and honestly you felt the same, unable to think at the high that was racing towards you. It was almost too distracting, just catching when Hardcase pushed two fingers inside of you, stretching you out.

Fives hissed, resting his forehead against yours and panting heavily against you. “Such a good girl for us” he whispered, hips bucking up into your ass. You beamed at the praise, nuzzling into him and drawing him in for another kiss, guiding his hands back to your breasts.

Hardcase looked up and grinned, noticing the way you and his brother became lost in each other. He enjoyed watching you with his brothers nearly as much as he did when he was the one making you cum. Changing the angle of his fingers entering inside of you, he searched for that spot that always made you cum around him. It took a couple of tries before he found it, as you pulled away from Fives with a loud shout, hips almost coming off the bed if it wasn’t for the hand that Fives pinned you down with.

Smirking at your reaction, he slid another finger in, making sure to keep hitting that spot before he pulled your clit into his mouth, suckling down on your bundle of nerves at the same time as he rubbed at the spot inside of you.

Feeling more arousal leak down onto the bed underneath you, your core tightened and you knew that it wouldn’t take much more before you found your release. But it wasn’t what you wanted, you wanted to feel them first. Feel their cocks inside of you and cum around them, clenching and milking them for all it was worth.

“No, no, please. Want to cum with you inside me, please!” you begged, pushing Hardcase away from your pulsing core. He instantly moved away, stroking down your thighs soothingly as he listened to your words through heavy pants.

“Of course sweetheart” he nodded, before glancing up at Fives. “Mouth or pussy, vod?” he asked, hearing the hitch in your breath at the way he spoke about you.

Fives gave a little nip to the hinge of your jaw before pulling away. “You’ve just tasted this sweet little hole, ‘Case. I think it’s only fair if I get to feel Princess around me” Fives bargained, nuzzling into the space underneath your ear before sliding out from underneath you.

Hardcase came to the top of the bunk, gathering your pillows and helping to put them under your head for support. He sent you a wink as you lined up perfectly with the hard on that he was supporting under his blacks. Chuckling, you teasingly ran his fingers across the edge of his blacks, leaning forward to lick at the bronze skin above your fingers. He let a spluttering gasp, hips bucking forward at your touch.

“Eager aren’t we, vod?” Fives snickered, poking at Hardcase’s back and causing him to roll his eyes at his older brother.

“Like you aren’t?” he retorted, eyes flickering to the tent in Fives’ blacks.

“Who wouldn’t be?” Fives murmured, running his hands up your quivering thighs. He let out a little groan as your legs widened slightly at his touch, beckoning him closer to you.

You helped pulled Hardcase’s blacks down, his cock popping out of it as soon as the material was gone. You groaned, seeing the angry, red head bobbing in front of you. “So perfect” you whispered, tracing the lines of his tattoo down past his navel and to the base of his cock where it ended.

“Sure you want this, sweetheart?” he checked in, cupping your cheek and brushing his thumb over the apple of your cheeks.

Smiling softly at the care and devotion they all had for you, you nodded and kissed his palm. “I’m sure, Case. I always want you” you confirmed, hoping your sincerity shone through enough to reassure the trooper.

“Always want you too love. You’re so beautiful, and kind and wonderful. We’re so kriffing lucky to have you” he groaned, as you trailing your fingers around the base of his cock and through the dark, wiry hairs there.

Hardcase straddled your shoulders, making sure that he didn’t put any weight on you in case he hurt you. His cock bobbed in front of your face, and you couldn’t help yourself, you licked a broad stripe along the underside of his length.

Hardcase let out a long, deep moan, hands coming to land on the wall behind you. He bit his lip and looked down at you with glazed eyes. He was always so responsive to your touch. Stroking your hands up his thick, powerful thighs, you swirled your tongue around his tip, collecting his arousal on your tongue. Making sure to keep eye contact with him, you stuck out your tongue, showing the few drops collected on there before swallowing them down.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you should be illegal” he rasped out, reaching out to rub his thumb over your lips. Winking at him, you took his thumb into your suck, lathering attention on it and sucking on the calloused pad.

However, a startled gasp fell from you, as you felt Fives’ cock run up and down your folds, collecting your juices and covering himself in them before he entered you. “Ready for me, Princess?” Fives asked, squeezing your thigh.

Even though you couldn’t see Fives around Hardcase’s bulk, you reached past him to try and grab a hold of some part of Fives. You felt his hand entwine with yours, squeezing your fingers softly in between his own. “Yes, I’m ready for you” you sighed, a soft smile sliding along your face.

You felt Fives’ cock notch at your entrance, the tip of him just about pressing in. Slowly, and with no doubt a lot of restraint from you both, Fives pushed inside of you. He cursed at the delicious – too hot—so wet feel of your walls around him as they clutched at his length. He stretched you open, rubbing soothing circles on your thighs and hips as he kept going until he was all the way inside of you.

Releasing a shaky, hot breath over the hard length in front of you and causing Hardcase to grunt, you gripped the bedsheets beneath you, trying to steady yourself at how good it felt to be filled by the ARC troopers.

When you had settled down, you let out a small whine. “You can move” you told him, before turning your attentions back to Hardcase. He had been so patient, waiting for you to adjust to Fives’ cock before you took him in your mouth.

Gripping the base of Hardcase’s cock to steady it, you kitten licked the tip, causing delightful grumbles to echo in the trooper’s chest. The deep, pleasurable noises caused you to flush even more, and you felt the orgasm that had been pushed away before start to build once more. Hearing and seeing how good you made your boys feel always made you feel special and had you wanting to give them everything.

Pumping and twisting at the base, you took the head of him in your mouth, moaning at the taste of him. Hardcase groaned, sliding his hand into your hair. He didn’t pull or direct your mouth, instead he kept his hand there – comforting and reassuring. Whatever you wanted to do, he was happy with. Kriff, you loved this man so much!

As Fives’ pace increased, you tried to match it as you bobbed your head up and down Case’s length, taking more and more of him in with each downward sweep. However it was hard to concentrate, especially as Fives kept tilting his hips up, trying to find that spot inside of you that would have you writhing on his cock.

“Good girl, taking us so well. How does she look, Case?” Fives called to his vod’ika.

“Like a dream” Hardcase mumbled, enjoying the flush working it’s way across your face at his words and the way you tried to take him deeper into your throat.

Your hands came up to pump the bit of his shaft that couldn’t fit in your mouth and the other to his balls, rolling them in your hand and squeezing gently.

Fives tapped on Hardcase’s shoulder and the other trooper nodded, withdrawing from your mouth with a muffled curse.

“Do you think you can take me in here, sweetheart? I promise, if you want me to stop then all you have to do is tap my thigh 3 times” Hardcase told you, almost getting distracted from your slick, swollen lips.

“Okay, tap 3 times on your thigh” you confirmed, knowing that he was checking in on you because they were going to ramp up the intensity.

“Perfect, perfect girl” Fives praised, landing a kiss over your heart. You beamed at the affection from them.

Hardcase cupped your cheeks, never gripping on to you too strongly as he guided your mouth back down his length. “Alright, sweetheart, take a breath” he instructed. As you did, you were prepared for him to thrust inside of you, pushing down your throat. You squeezed his thighs to keep you grounded as he began to thrust his cock inside of you. At the same time, you felt Fives increase his pace, fingers coming to rub at your bundle of nerves.

It had you writhing, trying to buck your hips into Fives’ thrusts and keeping still enough for Hardcase to take over fucking your mouth. Whining around Case’s cock and squeezing down onto Fives’ had them both letting out stilted curses and growls, both of them becoming lost in the feel of you around them. But they still kept in time with each other, every time Fives thrust into you, Hardcase did the same, pressing further into your mouth.

The effect had you feeling light headed, stretched around them both and unable to do anything but take it. The only sign of your pleasure was in the way you squeezed Hardcase’s thighs and wrapped your legs around Fives’ waist, tugging him deeper inside of you with your heels.

As they continued to thrust inside of you, the wave of pleasure built and built and you know your release was close. It felt overwhelming, the two of them fucking you after so long with them not being here. It was almost too much. Tears began to run down your cheeks and Hardcase stilled but you shook your head, closing your eyes and taking him back into your mouth.

“That’s it, sweet, beautiful girl. Taking us so well, Maker you feel so good!” Hardcase whispered in awe, stroking away the tears that was falling.

“Can’t last… need you to cum for us” Fives grunted, hips beginning to stutter but he was determined to have you cumming first. He rubbing his fingers around your clit just right, making sure to thrust up into the spongy part of your walls.

It was just what you needed as you felt them push you over the edge, your release washing over you and having you shuddering against them. Your muscles clutched and clenched around Fives’ cock, and it was enough to send him over as well, shouting out your name in the barracks as he filled you with his cum.

Hardcase gritted his teeth, trying to hold on as you began to come round from your own release. He pumped his length a few times, and you stuck out your tongue, just like you did before. He growled out your name, thick white ropes of cum spurting against your tongue before you swallowed his release.

Both troopers collapsed next to you, bundling you up in their arms.

“Kriff, that’s the best welcome home present ever” Fives breathed, chest heavily slightly as he began to calm down.

“Yeah, it’s definitely one reason for us to keep fighting to come back to you” Hardcase agreed, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head into your chest.

“Glad I could help… and if it keeps you coming back to me” you murmured, heart clenching slightly at the very real possibility that some of your boys wouldn’t always be coming back to you. It had you burying your head into Fives’ neck and he pressed a soothing hand to the back of your head, keeping you against him as he kissed the top of your head in comfort.

When you had regained your breath, you sat up slightly, much to Hardcase’s annoyance, and spotted Tup sitting in his bunk. He was dressed in only the bottom half of his blacks, although he was supporting a very telling bulge in them. His lovely, warm, tanned chest was on full display and you struggled to not lick your lips at the sight of him. But he was reading his datapad, content to wait until you were ready for him. As you watched him, he kept pushing falling strands of hair away from his eyes, huffing in frustration.

Pushing yourself up, you wanted to take care of your adorable, handsome trooper. Kix passed you, giving your cheek a quick kiss before his hands squeezed your ass cheeks, and sending you over to his vod’ika.

“Here, it might be better to just take it down. You’re able to relax now, sweet boy” you suggested, sitting on his bunk.

“It’s annoying” he frowned, pushing another lock of hair away from his eyes.

“Let me?” you asked quietly, resting a hand on his knee. This was a request, he didn’t have to if he didn’t want to.

Grinning, he pressed a kiss to your other cheek and sat on the floor between your legs. Rolling your eyes at him, you grabbed his pillow and handed it to him. You didn't want him to be uncomfortable. He muttered a quiet thank you, cheeks tinting pink at the casual display of care and love you gave him before he got comfortable on the pillow.

Smiling softly, you began to gently tug Tup’s hair out of his bun, letting the long curls free from their prison. He let out a soft moan at the feel of his hair finally coursing down his back. Carefully, you combed your fingers through his hair, untangling any knots you found and smoothing them out.

“Do you want me to braid it for you?” you murmured, running your fingers through your hair as you tightened your legs around him.

“Maybe later before we go to sleep” he suggested softly, pressing a kiss to your knee. Humming in agreement, you helped massage his tense shoulders, feeling them relax under your careful but forceful touch.

“Hey, how come we didn’t get massages?” Fives complained, lounging on his bunk with Hardcase.

“Because Tup is her favourite and the baby of the company” Jesse smirked, leaning his elbow against Kix’s bed. The trooper in question shoved him off his bed, just as Tup scowled at his ori’vod.

“I’m not the baby, I’m not even a shiny any more! Dogma and I were from the same batch!” Tup protested, pointing over to Dogma who was watching you with lust-filled eyes.

Sending Dogma a wink, you watched as he blushed and rolled his eyes. “Actually, I was decanted before you, vod” Dogma reminded him. There was snickers and laughter from the rest of the men at that and Tup just huffed.

“Ignore them, love. They’re just jealous because you are actually my favourite” you grinned at him, helping him to his feet and ignoring the ruckus that comment caused. Pulling him down onto the bed beside you, he sent you a small smile of gratitude before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and bringing you closer to him.

Tup pressed small kisses along your jaw, over your cheeks and nose, one on the corner of your lips and then finally a teasing kiss to your lips.

Sighing, you let yourself become lost in his lips and the way they were stoking the fire inside of you once more. He didn’t seem to mind that you had just taken Hardcase into your mouth and swallowed down his cum. In fact, as you moaned and pressed your chest against his, hands slipping over his broad shoulders and the warm expanse of his back, you felt him deepen the kiss even more, almost like he was trying to absorb your very being into him.

Tugging back as oxygen became more crucial to you, he sent you a charming smile and a heated look. It was a very good look on him, and you helped guide him up the bed, making sure he was comfortable on his pillows that you collected from the floor, before straddling his hips.

“You look gorgeous like that, baby” Dogma called from the opposite bunk.

“Yeah” Tup breathed, hands coming to land on your waist and steadying you against the bulge you were pressing down on.

Turning around and sending Dogma a quick smirk, you knew it wouldn’t be long before Dogma got his time with you. The man was always so worked up but didn’t like to give into his desires too soon. Trying to prove to others the control he had over himself. Oh well, you knew just how to get him to let go.

Returning back to Tup, you leaned forward and cupped his cheeks, running your gaze over the handsome trooper. Tup was beautiful, his handsome face and enchanting and charming eyes always made your heart flutter. Tracing the teardrop under his eye, you watched as Tup’s eyes closed and a sigh escaped through his parted lips. Absolutely stunning.

As you lay kisses along his jaw, and down his neck, you slid your hands up and down his chest, feeling the scars that he had already accumulated at his time as a soldier. Your mouth followed your fingers, pressing soft kisses and gentle licks to his scars until Tup was whining softly, his hips rising up to meet yours.

There was a new one on his lower hip, just before the waistline of his blacks, and you frowned, hand raised to touch it as you slid down his body, but you were unsure whether you could touch it. It looked pink and raised, very early on in the healing stage by the look of it. He could have even gotten it in the last battle. The thought made you feel sick at the thought of losing Tup, of losing any of your boys.

“It’s alright mesh’la, caught a bit of debris, Kix fixed it up for me” Tup assured, hands skimming over your shoulders and through your hair, pushing it back away from your face.

“He’s right, we got to him as quick as we could. Tup’s a fighter” Kix reassured, leaning down from his bunk above.

You sent him a small grateful smile in relief before turning your attentions back to your trooper. “Does it still hurt?” you asked Tup, heart aching at the thought of causing him more pain.

“No, I promise mesh’la, I’m all healed up” he soothed, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Alright, my love. How do you want me tonight?” you asked him, a sultry lilt to your voice and a wicked gleam in your eye. You ran your nails down his covered thighs, dragging your nails back up to repeat the motion.

Tup let out a broken moan, thighs tensing under your hands as he bit his lip to muffle any more noises. “Can-Can I have your mouth mesh’la?” he breathed, tongue coming out to wet his lip.

You couldn’t help but follow his movement, wanting to feel that against your own. Leaning up, you hovered over him, nuzzling your nose with his. Closing your eyes at the sweet moment, you rested your head against his. “Of course you can, my sweetest boy” you cooed, before licking into his mouth and feeling that tongue against yours.

Tup moaned, tugging you down onto him and wrapping you in his arms. He ran a hand up your naked back, before gripping your neck and tilting your head to better kiss you. He latched onto your lip, grazing it with his teeth before swallowing your moans.

Pulling back, chest heaving with every breath you took, you shot Tup a playful look before kissing down his body, sucking on his nipple. Hearing his soft groans, you couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself for every noise and twitch of Tup’s cock beneath his blacks as it pressed into your stomach.

Once you were satisfied with the mark that you had made on Tup’s chest, you worked your way down, until you reached his blacks. Grinning up at him, you licked a stripe along his happy trail before reaching to undo his blacks.

Tup lifted his hips to help you push them down and he chuckled slightly at the way you tugged them off and threw them behind you. It was like they had personally offended you and you needed them to be as far away as possible from you.

Forever grateful that the GAR didn’t issue underwear to their troopers, you crawled back up Tup’s leg, hearing the strangled groan that he let out at the sight of you and the feel of your breasts along either side of his leg. His hand reached out to cup your breast, giving them a quick squeeze that had heat shooting down to your core. You hadn’t realised how slick you were down there, especially after taking Fives’ cum inside of you. But the warmth that spread through you was all for Tup.

“Mesh’la” he smiled, pinching your nipple.

You couldn’t help but moan at that, chest arching into his hold. They were still sensitive from Fives’ hand and fingers. But you wanted to see your sweet boy cum and lose control.

So you settled between Tup’s legs, unable to help sigh at the way his cock bobbed at your attention. He was just the first size, not too thick but with a lot of length behind him. It was always a struggle to take Tup, but kriff it was worth it.

Taking his heavy cock into your hand, you mouthed around his base, letting your saliva run into the dark, course hair at the base of his cock. He groaned at the feeling of some slipping down to his balls.

Grinning at the response, you began to twist and pump your hand, working him up as you pressed kisses along his groin. Maker, the sounds he let out was so hot, the short little huffs of breaths as he tried to control his breathing, the way he let out small groans that could barely be heard and the way he kept murmuring your name like a prayer.

“You can pull my hair, sweetheart” you reminded him, guiding his hand up to your head before swirling your tongue around his tip. Not giving him chance to reply or do anything, you took him in your mouth, fighting your gag reflex as you pushed yourself to take more of his length down your throat.

Tup whined, the hand tightening in your hair just to pull you up from him. “Don’t do too much, mesh’la” he reminded, shaking his head and sending you a concerned look.

“I want to choke on your cock, Tup. Will you let me?” you smirked, sliding your hand up and down his shaft, giving a little twist at the head.

Tup’s mouth feel open and he let out a loud groan, hips bucking up into your talented touch. “Yeah… yeah okay mesh’la. Whatever you want” he nodded, helping to guide you back down his cock.

As you took him into your mouth once more, you run soothing hands up and down his thigh, making sure that he knew you were alright every time he hit the back of your throat. Recalling an old trick your friend had once told you, you enclosed your fist around your thumb before sinking deeper onto Tup’s cock and bobbing your head.

“She looks perfect like that, she was made to be our barrack bunny.”

“Such a good little slut for us! Just look at the way her cunt clenches at that.”

“I think we’ve ruined her vods.”

“Good. She’s no one’s girl but ours.”

The words and the soft slick-slick of wet hands pumping their lengths made you whimper around Tup’s cock. His hand tightened in your hair briefly in reaction before relaxing once more. You couldn’t help but clench around nothing at the way they were speaking about you, and you ground your hips into the mattress, desperate for some relief. Shaking your ass at them, you hoped they would help you out, slide either their fingers or cock inside of you.

However, your troopers did nothing but laugh, and a quick smack landed on your ass. That was certainly Jesse, you could feel the sting and weight of his hand like a brand. Tup growled, hips bucking into you as he pulled you further down on his cock by the hand in your hair.

Massaging his balls in your hand, you could hear the way that Tup cried your name, hips pushing further into your mouth. Choking a little on him, you pulled back, taking a steadying breath before sliding back down his cock. Rolling his balls around in your hand, you continued to work your mouth on his cock, trying to take in as much as you can.

“Touch-touch yourself for me, mesh’la!” Tup ordered, and you whimpered around him, eager to follow his orders and make yourself feel just as good. When you ran a finger through your slick folds, you couldn’t help but groan at the feeling. You wanted to be filled again soon, wanted to feel another cock slide inside of you and take you. “Go on mesh’la, make yourself cum” he groaned, head thrown back as you felt his cock twitch in your mouth.

You could tell he was close, his cock getting bigger slightly, balls tightening and drawing up and his hips faltering. Tup tugged sharply at your hair, guiding you further down his cock until your eyes began to water. He cried out your name as he shot his load down your throat, instantly relaxing his hold as his release washed over him. Tup was always so considerate, always wanted to look after you and make sure you were comfortable.

So you weren’t surprised that when Tup had finished, he hooked his hands underneath yours and tugged you up along his body. A yelp escaped you but quickly turned into a groan as his softening cock brushed over your clit and through your folds.

His hands slipped in between you, circling at your entrance before two fingers slid inside of your dropping hole.

“TUP!” you cried, eyes squeezing shut as your pleasure sky rocketed at his touch. But Tup was determined to make you cum, not letting go of you until you were shaking against him, his hands twisting slightly and fingers curling to hit that spot.

“That’s it mesh’la, you’re perfect. Look so beautiful” he murmured hotly into your neck, as he helped shove you over the edge, your inner muscles clenching around him as his name echoed around the barracks.

As you panted against Tup’s chest, listening to his soothing words and his steadying heartbeat under your ear, you jumped at the door to the barracks opening. Tup stilled beneath you and you cracked an eye open to see that Captain Rex had walked into the room, still in his armour and helmet. He was back earlier than you had expected him to be.

A tension filled the air as everyone waited to see what Rex would do. Would he join in and skip the line, take you next? Or would he wait his turn, have you last so he could demonstrate just how much he could out do his brothers and have you shuddering around him?

“Well, looks like I got here just in time” he stated, taking his helmet off and spinning it around until he could place it under his arms. Rex examined the rest of the room, seeing the dishevelled look of Fives’ bed and the men resting on it. He noticed that all of them had their cocks out, pumping them as they watched the show.

Resting his helmet on a bunk, he came to crouch by the side of the bed, brushing your hair away from your sweaty forehead. “Hey cyare, have they been taking good care of you?” he asked, making sure that you were alright.

You sighed at the feeling of his glove covered fingers moving over your head, nodding to his question and nuzzling into his hand and wrist as much as you could.

Rex chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before gripping your chin and tilting you up to look into his eyes. “Have you been taking good care of them as well?” he inquired, lips twitching into a smirk at your nod. “Good girl” he cooed, swooping down to press a devastating kiss to your lips. It was full of passion and want as he worked his tongue against yours.

You couldn’t help but whimper, remembering that he could probably taste Tup and Hardcase in your mouth. Pushing yourself up from Tup’s chest, the trooper laying a steadying hand on your lower back, you reached out for Rex, wrapping your arms around him to pull him closer to you.

The Captain pulled away, leaving a chaste kiss on your lips before smiling. He unwrapped your arms from around his neck before kissing both of your wrists. “Look after my men, and then I’ll take care of you cyare” he promised, running soothing circles into your hands with his thumb.

Nodding your head, you couldn’t help but pout a little, wanting to feel Rex against you now that he was here.

“Think it’s our turn, vod” Jesse winked, scooping you up in his arms and falling back with you onto his bunk. You giggled, wrapping your arms around Jesse and burying your head into his neck. His hands slid down your back and squeezed your ass, spreading your cheeks to the cool air of the room.

The slick of your arousal and the feel of Fives’ cum leaking out of you had you twitching at the cool air hit you, making you grimace at the way it felt against your heated skin. Jesse grinned, pressing kisses to the hinge of your jaw and running soothing hands along your lower back before squeezing your hips.

The bed dipped and you felt a warm chest press against your back. You couldn’t help but smile, raising your hand to card across the short, cropped hair of Kix. The medic ‘s warmth soaked into you, making you feel so safe and cared for. As did all of your boys. But there was just something about the medic that screamed that he would take care of you, even if he had to sedate you to ensure it.

He kissed along your shoulders before sliding his hands up your back and to the nape of your neck. Tightening his grip, he pulled you away from Jesse’s talented mouth as he was sucking marks onto your neck, making sure to avoid the ones that his brothers had made. Kix turned you slightly until he was kissing you properly, lips moving against yours softly, letting you control the pace for a moment before he pressed harder against you. He drew your lip into his mouth, sucking on it slightly before pulling back.

Jesse beamed, enjoying seeing you with his brothers. Especially his best friend and brother. “Can I have a kiss, pretty girl?” he teased, running his thumb against your kiss swollen lips.

“When have I told you no?” you breathed, voice slightly rasping at the way your throat had been used and the way your own noises had escaped from you.

“Can always tell me no, pretty girl. You know that. Never want to do anything you don’t want” Jesse assured, running his nose along your cheek, eyes closed as he savoured your touch, the softness and sweet smell of you.

Chest tightening at just how much you loved him, you cupped his cheeks and harshly smashed your lips against his. Jesse’s gasp had you slipping your tongue into his, delighting at the playful way his tongue moved with yours. Jesse gripped your hips tightly, pressing you down onto his cock and moaning at the feel of your heat against him.

There was a sound of something being thrown and then a dull thunk as it landed on the bed next to you. You went to pull away from Jesse’s talented mouth, confused about that when a firm hand came to lay between your shoulder blades.

You flushed in embarrassment when you realised that both troopers were naked, their blacks chucked off a while ago. You had been too distracted with Tup to realise they had been undressing and Rex had taken over your thoughts when he had come in. Your thoughts became more hazy as Jesse made his way down your neck to your chest, biting marks and sucking purpling bruises on your pretty skin.

“Think you can handle this much, cyar’ika?” Kix frowned, pressing his hips into yours, his length slipping through your cheeks.

Blushing heavily, you couldn’t help but nod and reach back for the medic, even while Jesse began sucking on your tits. You wanted to reassure Kix, you could take them both like this tonight. It wasn’t something you always did, some of the times the men were content to keep just to your mouth and cunt, but tonight was special. You were welcoming them back from deployment. You wanted to feel them everywhere.

“I can… just go slow” you nodded, feeling Kix lean down and kiss your shoulder.

“Of course I will, cyar’ika. It’s been so long since you took us here. Have you been using the training plugs?” he shushed, soothing you gently as you let out a whine. Jesse ran his tongue over your nipple in apology of his rough treatment.

Kix’s question caused you to flush even more, and you couldn’t help but try to hide into Jesse’s broad chest.

“Ha! That means yes!” Dogma announced, and you could hear Kix’s chuckle from behind you.

“Don’t be embarrassed, cyar’ika. Shows what a good girl you are, following instructions even when we weren’t here. So proud of you” he cooed, running his hands soothingly up and down your sides. “It’s going to make this a bit easier for you, love” he muttered, hands pulling away to expose your tight hole to his eyes.

Gasping, you couldn’t help but press back into Kix, causing Jesse to buck into you, chasing your warmth against his length. The sound of a bottle opening and the sound of liquid spilling onto something had you biting your lip to stop the moan from escaping.

“Hey, pretty girl, look at me” Jesse requested, his tattoo scrunching up at the smile that was spread across his face. You returned it, eyes locking onto his own as you cupped his cheek. “Gonna take such good care of you” he vowed, before pulling you down for a heavy kiss.

For a few moments, you were distracted by the sounds and taste of Jesse kissing you, that you didn’t notice Kix spread your cheeks once more and pressed a very slicked up finger past the tight ring of muscles. Gasping, you clung onto Jesse, trying to think past the strange sensation of being opened up by someone other than yourself.

“Going to go slow, cyar’ika” he soothed, pouring more lube along the crack of your arse and letting it pool around his finger. Pulling out, he collected more lube and worked it around your tight hole. His finger pressed in again, pushing in deeper this time and it had you groaning, tensing up slightly. However both Kix and Jesse rushed to reassure you, pressing sweet kisses and soothing touches along your sides and back.

Jesse pulled you back towards him, one hand coming to cup your cheek and kiss you, the other slipping in between you and rubbing at your clit. The burst of pleasure helped in taking Kix’s finger all the way inside of you.

“I like opening you up like this, cyar’ika. Like knowing that I’m the one taking care of you like this, that you don’t have to worry about anything because I’ll always look after you, make you feel safe and good” Kix admitted, squeezing your thigh where it met your ass cheek.

Groaning, you clenched around the intruding finger and pushed back into him, moaning into Jesse’s mouth at the way his words echoed through you. Kriff, these men loved you so much! And Kix enjoyed opening your ass, because then he knew that you wouldn’t be hurt, would enjoy all your exploits because he had opened you up right. The competency of him and the way he protected you had a spark of lightning shoot through you to your core.

“Ohh, she likes that idea vod! Pretty girl shuddered like she was about to cum” Jesse chuckled, nipping at your jaw as he changed the pace of his fingers.

There was an answering huff of amusement from behind you and Kix leaned more into you. “Did you like that, cyar’ika? Like knowing how much I love you. Love keeping you close to take care of you. That’s why I won’t let any of my other medics attend you. Did you know that?” he mumbled to you, before slicking up his second finger and pushed that alongside his first finger.

The sound that left you sounded animalistic, and you didn’t know if it was because of Kix and his protective tendencies or the way it felt so good to have two of his fingers stretching your forbidden hole. Shaking your head, you clutched onto Jesse, feeling how your arousal was leaking out of you and down your thighs. No doubt Jesse could feel just how much this was turning you on.

“Nobody can treat you as well as I can. None of them know you like I do, what makes you smile or laugh in my med bay. What scares you when you’re getting treated. What makes you want to run and hide but don’t because you’re so brave. Like when you let me set that broken arm of yours. My brave, girl. I’ve seen battle-hardened troopers cry and flinch and scream at me setting a bone. But you were so brave” he whispered praise to you, and you couldn’t help but let out a little sob. It was so overwhelming to be caught in Kix’s love.

You remembered that day very well. You and Hardcase had been trying to prank Rex by dumping a bucket of glitter onto his head in his quarters. You had been up the ladder, balancing the bucket when you had lost your footing and fell back onto Rex’s desk, catching your arm on the corner. Hardcase had rushed you to Kix, as you sobbed into his shirt, trying to ignore the pain flaring in your arm. Kix had been so gentle and kind with you, never leaving you for longer than necessary to get the equipment that he needed. Even when he gave you a hypo of painkillers, he had been so soft with you, rubbing where he had stabbed you with it. Kix had told you everything he was doing, voice caring but firm. He had made the terrible experience so much better.

“Jesse!” you cried, staring into his oak-coloured eyes, begging him to quieten his brother.

“I know pretty girl, but we all love you so much. Do you want him to stop altogether or just get on with it?” Jesse asked, a playful tone to his voice but you knew the question was serious. Jesse brushed the tears away from your cheeks and gave you a soothing smile. Kix stopped his movements, waiting for your answer to Jesse.

“No, don’t stop! Just… no more” you pleaded, shaking your head.

“Hey, cyar’ika. I’ll stop, but can I still talk to you?” he inquired, resting a hand next to the both of you so he could look into your eyes.

Nodding, you pecked his lips and enjoyed the smile that brought out of him.

“One of these days, pretty girl, you’ll believe us when we say all these things” Jesse promised, returning back to his own touches of your clit. His other hand teasing your breasts.

Grunting at the feel of his fingers against your button, you bucked into him, whimpering at the way it sent you further down Kix’s fingers.

“Keep still, cyar’ika. We’ll take care of you, just be patient” Kix reminded, squeezing your hip to still you before twisting his fingers inside of you.

The moan that escaped you echoed around the barracks and had a hiss of a curse coming from Dogma and Rex. Both of them desperate to touch you while their brothers had already been satisfied. A second cry fell from your lips as Kix pushed a third finger inside of you, curling and scissoring them to spread you open for them.

“Kriff! I’m ready, please… I can take you” you whined, grazing your teeth across Jesse’s thick neck.

“You’re not ready until I say you’re ready” Kix chided firmly, making you pout.

Jesse smirked, tugging at your pouted lips. “It’s the medic in him” he teased you both, sending a smug look to his brother. You heard Kix grumble behind you.

“Now be a good girl and ride Jesse’s cock for me, yeah? He’s been ready to burst since you opened your pretty legs, cyar’ika” Kix ordered, squeezing the globes of your cheeks. And who was you to turn down an order.

“As if you haven’t!” Jesse scowled at his brother over your shoulder.

However, his ire was soon forgotten as he helped you to hover over him, Kix sitting on his haunches as he continued to open you up for them. Whimpering at the feel of them both, you tried to wiggle your ass for Kix, to encourage him to join in and fuck you. However, all you got was an unimpressed look shot your way and you huffed in annoyance.

“Don’t be a brat, cyare” Rex voice cut through your lustful haze. It had you wiping the pout off your lips and you leaned back to press a kiss to Kix’s chest, right above where his nipple was. It had the medic’s breath hitching and his cock twitched when you looked down.

Turning back around to your other handsome trooper, you couldn’t help but stare at him. Jesse was lounging back against the pillows, hand already busy.

“Think you can handle this much?” Jesse smirked at you, pumping his cock and letting his knuckles brush over your sensitive clit as you hovered over him.

Nodding, you bit your lip, taking in the way pre-cum beaded at the tip before sliding down his cock. You wanted to trace it’s path with your tongue, take him into your mouth and make him feel good. It was wonderful taking Jesse into your mouth, the man always gentle and encouraging as you slid his length down your throat, until he reached his end and he’d hold you down, nose pressed against the small curls at the base of his cock as he shot his load down your mouth.

Jesse must have seen the way you were looking at him because he chuckled, pulling his hand away from himself. “Not tonight, pretty girl. You can suck my cock tomorrow” he promised, leaning forward to press a kiss to your pouty lips.

As you kissed him, you reached down to steady his cock before you sunk down on him. Groaning at the stretch, you wrapped your arms around his neck, losing yourself in his kiss as you adjusted to his size. Jesse was a large man, with a thick powerful body that was mirrored in his cock. He was hot, heavy and pressed against your walls perfectly. Every time it took you a little bit to become used to his stretch.

Jesse was groaning against your lips, eyes squeezed shut and his Republic facial tattoo was scrunched up. It was a sweet, adorable look on him as he also got used to the tight, wet, heat of you surrounded him.

Thankfully Kix had stilled when you had sunk on Jesse’s cock, waiting for you both to be ready before he stretched you open further. When you began to rock against Jesse slightly, testing the way you felt, he began to rock his fingers against you as well, trying to keep to the same rhythm you were setting.

“Oh kriff, pretty girl. Feel like you’re going to swallow up my cock” Jesse hissed, hands settling on your hips to help you ride him up and down. With every ride and fall, you were also riding Kix’s hand as well, grinding down into both of them.

“So good! Feel so full” you groaned, reaching behind you for Kix, even as you kept one arm wrapped around Jesse’s broad shoulders. Kix leaned forward, growling softly at the way your fingers brushed against his tattoo at the side of his head. Your fingers able to tell the difference between the lightning bolts and the short dark hair that bristled against your fingertips as well.

“Lie down on Jesse’s chest, cyar’ika” Kix requested, running a hand up and down your side, enjoying the feeling of your sweat slicked skin moving against his own.

“Come here, pretty girl” Jesse grinned excitedly, pulling you down into him. He pressed a number of kisses along your cheeks and down to your neck. Giggling, you couldn’t help but kiss him back and try to mark his pretty bronzed skin.

When you heard the slick-slick noise of Kix fisting his cock and coating it in lube, it had you fluttering around Jesse, eager to have Kix in your ass.

“You should hurry up and get in our girl, Kix. She’s excited to have you in here” Jesse teased, fingers brushed around your lubed up hole.

“Jesse!” you huffed, flicking his nipple and making him yelp.

“I can’t wait to get inside of you either, cyar’ika” he promised, hand sliding to stroke across your back. “Take a deep breath for me, love” he directed, lining himself up before pushing into your tight ring of muscles.

Even though Kix had stretched you and made sure that you had lube leaking out of you, a cry still left your lips at the way Kix filled you up. All three of you let out broken noises as Kix slowly settled inside of you, pushing in only when you had relaxed around the part of his cock inside of you. Jesse could feel his brother through the thin bit of flesh that separated them. It had him clutching at you, bringing you even more into his chest as he tried to control himself. Kix couldn’t believe how tight you were still, even after opening you up himself. It always felt so good to take you here, the way your ass just seemed to want to draw him in with every thrust.

“Kriff! Kriff! Shit!” you hissed, trying to think past the thought of full-heat-pleasure that flashed through your head. Their cocks felt so heavy inside of you and it took everything you had to not shout at the feeling of them stretching you open and carving a place for themselves inside of you.

Finally, after a few minutes, the three of you had calmed down, breath settling and muscles relaxing enough that Kix and Jesse could begin to move.

“You ready, pretty girl?” Jesse asked, running a hand up the side of your thigh.

“I’m ready… you can move… please” you spluttered out, rocking back against them slightly. It had both Kix and Jesse letting out groans of pleasure, hands coming to squeeze you wherever they landed.

“Little minx” Jesse accused, brushing your hair away from your face as Kix’s hands settled on your hips. There was no doubt you’d have bruises there tomorrow. Not from the way all your troopers enjoyed holding you there.

Seemingly at a signal from the other, they both began moving in a co-ordinated rhythm, one pulled out and the other pushed in. Neither of them leaving you empty. Fives was right, you wouldn’t be empty at all tonight, either full of cock or cum.

Sighing, you settled your head on Jesse’s chest, taking in his soothing scents as they slowly moved inside of you, rocking you against Jesse’s chest in a way that sent lazy heat stirring through your stomach. Hearing a muffled groan, you fought against the pleasure washing through you to open your eyes.

Seeing the trooper opposite you, his hand pumping his cock, you could see just how hard he was, waiting his turn. The dusky pink head of his cock was turning awfully red, and there was already pre-cum leaking from the tip. Wanting to help him out as he patiently waited, you beckoned him over.

“Dogma… come ‘ere” you ordered, the words slurring slightly as Jesse hit a spot inside of you that had you clenching around him tightly. You groaned, head falling forward to land on Jesse’s collar and you nuzzled into his warmth.

You heard the bunk move, and two feet land on the barracks metal floor before walking over to you. Dogma appeared in your line of vision, kneeling on the bed next to Jesse’s side.

Panting heavily, body feeling like it was on fire by Jesse and Kix’s excellent rhythm keeping skills, you turned to him, noticing how tense he looked, brow furrowed and distorting his tattoo slightly.

“Want to make… you feel good” you breathed, reaching for his cock. It was standing proudly in front of you, and both yours and Dogma’s groans mixed as your hand slid along the silky, hard length and up to his slit. Gathering the arousal leaking out of him, you used it to spread it up and down his shaft.

“You do baby, always make me feel so good” he panted, jaw tensing as you pumped him leisurely, almost becoming lost at the hard thrust that Kix had given you. It pressed you further into Jesse’s chest, and Dogma groaned at the sight of you spread out for them.

“Fuck! Fuck! Kix! Jesse!” you cried, trying to push back into them and meet their thrust but Kix’s hands on your waist stopped you. Keeping you still and trapped between them.

Jesse shushed you softly, hand coming to grip at your shoulder blades and the other to the back of your neck as his hips slammed up into you. “Shh, you’re doing so well, pretty girl. Make the sweetest of noises. So beautiful, our girl. Our wonderful girl” he whispered softly into your ear, making sure to keep his touches light but his thrusts hard.

You squeezed around Dogma’s cock and he grunted, hand coming to guide yours against his length. Gasping out an apology, you loosened your hold but he just shook his head, leaning down to press a kiss to your open mouth.

“Alright baby, they’re making you feel so good, aren’t they?” Dogma soothed, licking into your lips and swallowing your shout as Kix placed a hand on your lower back, arching you up for them.

“Please, please, please” you cried, pleads coming out in a stream as your core tightened. The ache inside of you getting worse and you wished you could reach down to touch your clit as it begged for attention. You were so close, the both of them taking you and filling you so good as they pounded into you. Jesse’s hips shifted a bit and you let out a loud whine, nails clutching into Jesse’s chest at the way his cock rocked against your clit with every thrust in and out. It was just what you needed.

“Tell us what you want, cyar’ika. Ah! Kriff!” Kix moaned, gritting his teeth as he felt his own release approaching.

“Please let me cum, please” you begged, thoughts gone now. All you could focus on was the way that your holes clutched around them as they pulled out and swallowed them up when they slammed into you.

“Fuck! Such a good girl for us… ugh! Cum pretty girl, cum for us” Jesse hissed out, as he felt his balls tighten up and rise.

All it took was one, two more rough thrust into you and then you were screaming your release, your whole body tightening around them as wave after wave of white, hot, electric pleasure shot through you. It was all that Jesse needed, as his cock twitched inside of you, shooting his cum into your clenching channel. Kix cursed, flooding your ass with his cum as your tight muscles clenched around his cock, unable to move as your body shook with your powerful orgasm.

“Hey, ssh, you did so well. Taking us both together, you made us feel wonderful, cyar’ika” Kix whispered into you soothingly, his soft, praising words bringing you back to the present as you lay dazed in a warm, comfortable buzz.

“So perfect for us pretty girl. So special” Jesse added, massaging your shoulders and neck as his brother pressed kisses along your back.

Tension fled out of you and you were content to just lie in between them when you heard a shift to the side of you. Oh Dogma! You had left him with a painful hard on and had been wrapped around him. You hoped you hadn’t hurt him when you had reached your peak.

Flicking your eyes up at him, you were surprised to find that the man was looking at you softly, his cock still out red and swollen, but he looked at you like you were the only good thing in his life. “S’alright, baby. You looked so beautiful cumming like that, I nearly did as well” he soothed, stroking your hair back away from your face. Feeling like you were moving through treacle, you reached out for his cock but he shook his head, wrapping your fingers with his and placing them on the bed next to you. “No, not yet, baby. Rest first” he ordered you, voice gentle but firm.

“Get some water for her, vod’ika? I want to make sure she’s hydrated enough to continue” Kix instructed, looking at Dogma imploringly. Dogma grumbled at being the one to do it while his other brothers were lazing about after being seen to. But he did what he was told, because you probably did need some water.

“I’m fine!” you protested, although the point was probably lost as it came out in a rasp. Your throat dry from all the moans and noises you had been making. You didn’t need to look at Kix to know he was wearing a smug look on his pretty face.

A chuckle from the other bunk had you turning to scowl at the trooper, but stopped when you saw Rex smiling lovingly at you. It always made you feel so content to see Rex smile, he didn’t do that nearly enough because of this war. It was always a sight to see when he did.

“Don’t argue with a medic, cyare” Rex advised, his kind, brown eyes shining with affection.

“Yeah, he hurts!” Fives complained from his freshly laundered bunk. You noticed him and Tup were cuddling together, Hardcase at their feet as they all relaxed and either watched you or were on their datapad.

“Shut up vod!” Kix growled, before sending Dogma a grateful look as he came back with a glass of water for you. “Here, sit up, cyar’ika. Let Dogma help you” Kix encouraged, helping you to sit up slightly so Dogma could tip water into your mouth.

The coolness of the water soothed your throat, and you couldn’t help but sigh in relief, reaching for the glass to get more. However Dogma stopped you, steadying you before he tilted the glass some more. These boys took such good care of you. Pulling away after nearly finishing the glass, you did feel better and you let out a purr of happiness as Jesse kissed your chin.

“We’re gonna pull out now, love” Kix warned you, hands stilling you.

Nodding, you let out a muffled groan at the feeling of first Kix slipping out of you and then Jesse pulling out of you. Grimacing, you clenched around the feeling of his cum leaking out your pussy, the slickness mixing with your own cum and arousal.

“Thank you, pretty girl, you’re so wonderful” Jesse mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before he slid out from underneath you. Groaning, you collapsed onto the bed, feeling Kix trail a soothing hand down your back before getting off the bed also.

You felt so wet and sore in a good way, and you knew it was going to continue. Your holes felt well used and you could only imagine what the apex of your legs looked like. The petals of your opening all swollen and puffy from use, covered in slick and cum and quivering slightly at the cool air hit your sensitive core.

“Hmm, you look so good like this, baby” Dogma breathed, fingers trailing a path from your ankle all the way up your leg until they stopped just before touching your groin. Sighing at his teasing touch, you opened your legs wider, hoping it would encourage him to keep going. But all he did was groan and kneel in between your spread legs.

“Can I take you like this?” he asked, hands coming up to your cheeks and spreading them to stare at your puffy hole.

“Please” you nodded, pushing back into his hands and feeling the stirrings of warmth begin again in your stomach.

Dogma ducked his head, licking a strip from your clit to your entrance, collecting all the mess that had been left behind and pushing it back inside of you with his broad tongue.

“Oh, Dogma!” you gasped, shocked at the move but nonetheless happy to have his mouth on you. You rocked back into him, as he kitten licked at your opening, teasing you and sending burst of pleasure to your clit. His thumb brushed lightly against your swollen clit and you buried your head into the pillows to muffle the noises that came from you.

However he pulled away before too long and you couldn’t hide your noise of disappointment. He chuckled, running his hands up and down your flank, before spreading your cheeks and touching the puckered entrance of your ass. It was still slick with lube and he let out a content groan.

“Okay, baby?” he checked in, squeezing your waist lightly to get your attention.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good. Don’t stop” you assured, closing your eyes in bliss.

Dogma reached for the bottle of lube, squirting some on his cock and letting out a hiss at the cool temperature against his heated skin. Making sure he coated himself enough so he wouldn’t hurt you, he nudged your legs a bit wider. His hands returned to your hips and he pulled them back to him, lifting you up onto your knees with your torso pressed to the mattress.

Unable to stop the moan that escaped you at hid manhandling and the position he put you in, you clutched tightly onto the pillows, almost giddy at the way he would take you like this.

You felt the press of his cock nudge at your tight entrance and you relaxed as much as possible, taking a deep breath in and nodding your consent. When he began to push in, it had you scrambling for the pillow. Your entrance was aching after Kix’s rough taking but it still felt so good, just the right edge of pleasure-pain at the way Dogma stretched you as he entered you.

When he had pushed all the way in, Dogma stopped, running soothing hands up and down your thighs and over your back as he waited for you to adjust to him. He could feel how tight you were around him, the way your muscles clutched at him and held him still. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last long, not after watching his brothers fuck you and the way you had pumped him a few minutes ago.

Getting an idea, he called your name softly. “Can I move you to face everyone?” he asked, hoping you’d say yes. It didn’t matter to him, but he thought it would be amazing for his brothers to see him fuck their little barracks bunny. It sent a prideful burst in his chest, knowing he would be the one to make you cum hard around his cock.

“Yeah… yeah sounds good” you breathed, biting your lip at the thought of them all watching you. Even though they had all been watching you before, it always turned you on to know that they were enjoying their brothers take you apart just as well as they themselves did.

Dogma pulled out, wrapping his arms around your waist and chest before picking you up and spinning you around. Putting you down, he reached back to the pillows and placed them under your chest to keep you propped us and comfortable. But now all of his brothers could see your face change and pleasure wash over you as he fucked your ass.

“Good idea, Dog’ika” Kix beamed at him, wearing fresh blacks as he came into the room from the refresher.

“She looks ready for you, Ori’vod” Tup agreed, sending you a lazy smile from the cuddle pile on Fives’ bed.

Wiggling your ass, you positioned yourself just as you were before. Chest pressed against the bed and ass high in the air for him. Presenting your dripping and ready holes for him.

Cursing softly, Dogma pumped his cock a couple more times before sinking into your tight, lubed up hole. His hands settled on your waist before he was withdrawing his cock, the heavy feel of him dragging out of you before slamming back inside in a hurried thrust. He set a slow, teasing withdrawal before entering you in a quick, rough thrust.

His pace kept you on edge, building the pleasure inside of you and never really being able to keep up with his changing, alternative style.

“Please, Dogma! More!” you begged, reaching for him.

Dogma growled, gripping your wrist and pinning it to the small of your back. Taking your other wrist, he gave it a gentle squeeze before he pulled it alongside your other and enclosed his hand around them both.

“OH! FUCK!” you cried, as the way he pinned you down had him thrusting into you at an entirely different angle. He felt even bigger inside of you as your hips were pushed up to meet his cock as he began pounding into you.

“Damn, she’s enjoying herself vod!” Hardcase leered, watching as your face contorted in pleasure at every thrust into your ass.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh! Dogma!” you panted, wriggling a hand out of his hold and reaching beneath you to circle and play with your throbbing clit.

“That’s it baby, play with yourself while I fuck your ass. Look at you, enjoying having my cock inside of here so much you just had to touch your pretty little clit” Dogma growled out, slamming his hips inside of you as he squeezed your wrist tighter.

“Should spank her a little vod” Fives suggested, watching eagerly as you let out a moan, nodding hurriedly at his words.

“Yes! Do it!” you ordered, feeling more slick leak out of your empty cunt.

Dogma gave you no warning, as he raised his hand high and brought it down on your ass cheek.

Crying out, you clenched tight around his cock, almost making it impossible to move as the burst of pleasure-pain shot through you. It made him feel even bigger inside of your tight hole. Dogma cursed, driving deeper inside of you as he did it again without you needing to ask, swapping between cheeks as he continued to fuck you.

“You close baby? Can feel how tight you got around my cock” Dogma hissed out, jaw clenching at the way his own release was approaching. But he wanted to push you over the edge first, wanted to feel you milk his cock as your own release washed through you.

“Don’t stop! Please! Right there Dogma, don’t stop!” you begged, eyes squeezed shut as the coil in your stomach tightened and tightened with every thrust and brush of your clit. Dogma snarled, smacking your ass once more and dragging his nails down your cheek. That was all it took as you felt yourself fall over the cliff, your pussy clenching around nothing as you came around his cock.

“KRIFF! Baby!” he cried out, slamming into you a few more times before he stilled, releasing his load deep into your ass.

He collapsed against your back, wrapping his arms around you and tilting you to lay on your sides. Sighing softly at his soft touches against your stomach and sides, you leant back into him, eyes slipping closed as you tried to regain your breath.

Dogma nuzzled into your neck, pressing a soft kiss to a bruise that was there before pulling away. You grumbled, missing the heat already. “Sorry baby, but I think the Captain is getting restless. He looks ready to pounce on you” he whispered, keeping his voice low so as to not alert the Captain to his words.

Looking over at Rex, you could see just how focused on you he was, his eyes trained on you, body tense and coiled like he was ready to snap. Deciding to tease him just a little, you let out an exaggerated groan and stretched your body for him to see.

Unfortunately, Rex didn’t even more and you couldn’t help but huff, rolling onto your belly and showing off for him.

“Dangerous game” Dogma warned, pushing himself up and giving your ass one last affectionate squeeze before he headed to the refresher to clean up. “Captain” he murmured, ducking his head in respect as he passed.

“Dogma” Rex replied, before his eyes narrowed on you and you sent him a filthy grin in return. Keeping his face stern, he raised two fingers and curled them, motioning you to come over to him.

Biting your lip, you pushed yourself up from the bed and sauntered over to Rex, making sure to swing your hips. Your body was covered in bites and bruises from his men. It was something that Rex loved to see on you. A kink of his that you and the rest of Torrent Company loved to indulge in. The Captain loved to see just how well his men handled you and how you worshipped the evidence of their claim on you.

“Hey, Captain! Finished the debrief?” you greeted, stopping in between his legs and trailing your fingers through his cropped blonde hair. You raised your hand to cup his cheek, noticing the tiredness in his eyes. Stars! What had happened to him during this deployment? He looked exhausted.

“Thank the Maker, if I have to listen to another complaint about funding again, it’ll be too soon” he huffed, leaning into your soft caresses. He ran his hands up your bare thighs, gripping them slightly before tugging you down into his lap.

“You poor thing, that’s why I didn’t get into politics. If I had to justify sending medical supplies rather than letting troopers die, I think I’d set the Senate on fire” you grinned, unable to help but want to punch the Chancellor in his sleazy, disgusting face.

That got a startled laugh out of Rex as he spread his legs wider, pulling you closer to him. He shook his head, eyes dancing with amusement now, and you returned the easy smile he sent you. “Careful, cyare. I don’t want to have to arrest you for treason” he teased, fingers sliding up your spine to grip the nape of your neck.

Tilting your head down, you rested your heads together and breathed in each others’ air. “You’d enjoy seeing my in cuffs. Probably get Fox to let you into my cell so you could fuck me” you chuckled, feeling his cock twitch underneath you at the idea. You ground down into his bulge, hearing a muffled moan start in his chest before Rex cut it off.

“Could always get my cuffs right now, cyare. Stop you being such a brat tonight” Rex growled against your neck, pressing his teeth playfully into you and causing you to flinch away at how ticklish you could be there.

“Maybe next time. Now I think I want to show my Captain a good time” you smirked, playing with the short hair at the back of his neck and kneading the tense muscles there.

However, Rex just shook his head, kissing the corner of your lips and pulling away as you chased after him for a proper kiss. “Nuh uh, cyare. Do you remember what I said before?” he chided, wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you still, but he kept the one at the nape of your neck, holding you just where he wanted you.

“Rex!” you complained, remembering his promise to look after you if you took care of his men. But you wanted to show him just how much you appreciated him though.

“Ah ah, I made you a promise and I’m a man of my word, cyare” he said firmly, before throwing you on the bed beside him.

You yelped, bouncing slightly against the mattress. Not even having time to let out any argument, Rex was on top of you, spreading your legs around his waist. Even though his waist was very trimmed, the weight of him pressing you into the bed had you feeling fuzzy and hazy as everything disappeared apart from you and Rex.

Grinding down into you, he cupped your cheeks and brought you in for a kiss. It was both loving and filthy, Rex kissing you like he had been waiting for the chance to do so the moment he had left you. Now returned, he wasted no time in teasing at your mouth, nipping slightly at your raised lips before kitten licking the seams of your lips.

Opening up for him, you let out a relieved moan as his tongue pressed against yours. As he played with your mouth, his body rocked forward, grinding against your sensitive core. The rough coarse material of his black felt heavenly as it dragged against your clit. You gasped, bucking into him and grazing your teeth over his bottom lip.

Sliding the hands from around his neck, you trailed them down his muscular, scar ridden chest, feeling the hard, patch of skin that was near the centre of his chest. Giving it one last gentle stroke, you moved your way down his body, making sure your touch was light until it got to the waistline of his blacks.

“You’re wearing too many clothes, Captain” you purred, gliding your hand over the hard on in his blacks and smirked at the wanton groan that Rex let out at the teasing touch. He pressed into your hand, not letting you move away to tease him further.

“Better fix that then” he muttered back, helping you as you pushed his blacks off his waist and down his legs, dragging your feet down to help shove them off him. “That better, cyare?” he asked, nipping at your ear lobe before suckling on it.

Gasping, you arched up into him and nodded, running your hands over him and giving his ass a good squeeze. Rex had an amazing bottom, and you couldn’t help but appreciate it and want to squeeze it all the time.

“Looks like someone got a little desperate while we were away” Rex smirked, as you tilted your head for him to press even more marks down your neck. He gladly pressed his lips to your collarbone, bringing the thin, fragile skin into his mouth and running his tongue over it. He bit down sharply onto it, before lathering it with soothing strokes of his tongue. You were going to have a hell of a bruise there tomorrow. Not that you cared. You revelled in them.

“Missed you” you admitted, pulling him down into your rolling hips. His hard cock brushed against your clit and you whined, ready and waiting for the Captain to fuck you.

Rex moved further down your chest, taking your stiffened peaks into his mouth and giving them all of his attention. He sucked hard, keeping his chest against your lower half to keep you pinned beneath him. His other hand came to play with your other nipple, rolling it in-between his fingers, gently tugging on it and lightly dragging his nail across it.

“Oh, Rex! Fucking hell!” you hissed, legs tightening around him as that little move of his caused more of your juices to slip out of your clenching hole.

Rex pulled off your swollen, spit-covered nipple and sent you a hungry look before swapping sides, paying close attention to the other one. He did the same on that side, making sure to draw out the sweetest noises from you before he was satisfied.

Kneeling up between your legs, he looked down at your glistening body and couldn’t help the wolfish look that spread across his face. It would seem that not a drop of cum was wasted on your body, instead his men preferring to release inside of you. Dragging his hand down your shivering form, he allowed his gaze to lower to the apex of your legs.

Holding back a groan, he couldn’t help but collect some of the cum leaking out of you and push it back inside. It had you groaning at the feeling of his thick, talented fingers entering you but you let him do what he wanted.

“Filled you up nicely, didn’t they, cyare? Didn’t waste any of it on you, we all wanted you to keep it deep inside of you” Rex said filthily, brushing his thumb against the swollen bundle of nerves. Your entrance did look puffy and glistening from the mixture of cum and your own arousal.

Pushing another finger in beside his other two, he crooked them just enough that it had your hips lifting off the bed. “Think you can cum like this for me?” he asked, voice devoid of any judgement or expectation. He really didn’t mind if you could or couldn’t. Rex just wanted to know where you were on your limit, checking in on you in a way that was subtle and maintained the mood, but made you aware that if you wanted to, he’d stop. He’d take you to the refresher, clean you up and wrap you in his arms and hold you as you both slept.

But that wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted Rex. All of him.

“No, want you!” you huffed, reaching for him and finding purchase on his forearm.

“You have me, cyare” he reminded softly, a loving smile spreading over his handsome features.

“No! I want your cock inside of me, please Rex. I want you to fuck me!” you begged, feeling frustrated at the way he was teasing you.

Rex chuckled, pulling his fingers out of you and shuffling forwards. His knees hit the back of your thighs, as his hands came up to lift your hips slightly so that they were in his lap. “Who am I to deny my precious cyare?” he shrugged, winking at you before he was notching the head of his cock at your entrance.

Feeling the slight stretch of him as he ran the tip around your entrance a couple of times, you dug your heels into his calves, rocking your hips in an attempt to do it yourself. If Rex wasn’t going to get his cock inside of you, then you’d do it for him. However, a hand came to settle on your hips, tightening in warning before Rex was pushing in. He didn’t stop until he was all the way in as your inner walls fluttered around him at the intrusion. It felt like he was splitting you open, even after taking his brothers.

The Captain moaned, eyes squeezing shut as he tilted his head back, savouring the feel of you around him. It was a beautiful sight, and it was one that you knew would remain forever seared into your mind. The beautiful, Captain, lost in pleasure, lost in you. Yes, you would never forget this moment.

When he looked back down at you, he began to roll his hips inside of you slowly, letting the heavy feeling of his cock drag in and out. “That’s it cyare, taking me so well. Look at you, you were made for taking me” Rex whispered praise to you as he watched the way your face relaxed, mouth falling open and letting out the noises that he wanted so desperately to hear.

Picking up his pace, Rex gripped your thighs that was around him before pushing them up towards your stomach and to the sides. He leaned even more into you, using the new angle to fuck down into your gaping hole that clutched at his straining cock.

White hot pleasure soared through you at the change of position and you grabbed on tightly to his sides, digging your nails in as you tried to raise to meet his thrusts. But from how he was pinning you down, you could do nothing but lie there and take what the Captain gave you.

Laying his arm across both of your legs, his other hand came to wrap around your throat, not pressing down of squeezing, just remaining there. A reminder of his strength and his control as he continued to pound down into you, drawing out cries of bliss at the way he filled you over and over again.

“Been so good mesh’la, doing everything you were told to do. Such a good girl, cyare” Rex mumbled, pressing a quick nip to your calf before he continued his thrusts.

“Please Rex, please. I need to cum, please make me cum” you begged, already feeling overheated and close to your end just from the way Rex was holding you down and fucking you like he wanted to claim you again.

“Yeah, you want to cum? Bet you can cum like this, huh, cyare” he chuckled darkly, hips slamming into you as you let out a keening cry. “Just cum around my cock like you were made to do. Don’t ever have to think of anything else again, just the way me and my brothers fill you up. Keep you here in our barracks, full of cock and cum and watch as you swell up with all our loads” Rex hissed, jaw fluttering at the way his own control was starting to slip.

It was his words and the sharp twist of his hips as he thrust inside of you that had you screaming out his name. Rex had seem you approaching the cliff and instead of helping you off it, he had took a jet pack to you and thrown you off it. Your whole body tensed, shuddering and holding onto Rex as much as you could. You were distantly aware that you were digging nails into his back, trying to pull him down to you as wave after wave of pleasure rushed over you.

Rex slowed down his thrusts but never stopped, and it had you whining at his touch, everything starting to become too oversensitive.

“Please Rex, I can’t… no more” you whined, already feeling the way your core tightened at another orgasm approached you. Even after all the orgasms that the boys had given you, and the one that Rex had forced out of you, you couldn’t help but want more. And so did Rex.

Rex growled, licking along the marks that were already spread across your neck and collarbone, before he sucked a mark right at the slope of your jaw. Everybody would be able to see it, nobody would need to ask just who was staking his claim on you.

“You can, cyare. One more for me” he encouraged, lifting your legs up higher towards your chest. “You’ve been such a good girl, taking care of my men. Looking after them and making sure they’re satisfied. Want you to feel good too. Will you do this for me? Will you cum on my cock?” Rex praised, lips trailing up your neck before he pressed his lips to yours. It was hardly a kiss, both of you too strung out for that and you almost bent in half, but as you panted into his mouth, you couldn’t help but nod.

“Yes, yes I can do that! Please Rex, please! Feel so good” you begged, clinging onto him and digging your nails into his back. You wanted another release and you wanted to make Rex happy, he deserved all this and more.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought” he grumbled, hooking your legs up onto his shoulders now.

The new position had him driving into you, his thrusts almost pounding you into the shitty GAR mattress. You wailed at the feeling of him hitting you so deep, feel him carving out space for himself inside of your exhausted pussy. Every thrust was sending you close and closer to the edge, and all you could do was hold on and let Rex throw you off it. It felt like you had never really came down from your last orgasm with him, instead Rex was drawing it out into a long, intense one that had you seeing stars.

“Cum for me, cyare” Rex demanded, slamming his hips hard into you. One of his arms wrapped around your legs, pinning them to his chest while the other reached in between you and rubbed at your clit. It took barely the brush of his fingertips before Rex was cursing as you tightened around him, hips faltering as he was pushed over the edge as well, his hot heat flooding you.

Rex released your legs, helping to settle them back down on the mattress. You whimpered at the way the movement caused his softening cock to twitch inside of you with a final spurt. He was breathing heavily as he massaged your hips and thighs, understanding that you were probably feeling the strain from the positions he had put you in.

His soft touch had you sighing, drawing him into your chest and wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you just held him. Rex was content with that as well, letting himself relax against your chest. It felt so good to be in your arms once more and be held against your beautiful soft curves. It felt like he was exactly where he belonged after this tough deployment. And that was right by your side.

Closing your eyes, you grimaced at the way his cock slipped out of you, followed by a rush of his cum that leaked down your thighs onto the sheets beneath you. They would have to be cleaned up before you went to sleep, but at the moment you were too tired to even move. The 501st had fucked you silly, leaving you unable to do anything at the moment but soak in how happy and sated you felt.

Rex must feel the same because he gave an approving little growl before wrapping himself tighter around you, burying his head into your neck and taking in deep soothing breaths. Nothing had to be said between the pair of you, both of you were happy in the relative peace and quiet of the barracks. Sure you could hear the troopers moving around you, but you refused to open your eyes and acknowledge the wider world at the moment. All you wanted to do was stroke your fingers over Rex’s cropped blonde hair and trace patterns over his back and shoulder blades.

Rex had other ideas though.

“Come on, cyare” Rex mumbled into your neck, hands tightening around you like he was going to pick you up. You let out a noise of exhaustion and annoyance, not wanting to move from your comfy spot in the Captain’s arms.

“Bath is all ready and waiting for you, sir” Tup nodded, standing next to the bunk.

A bath? Well that didn’t sound too bad, as long as Rex got to join you in it. Peeking at the trooper in front of you, he sent you a playful grin before helping steady you as Rex got you both up.

“Thanks, Tup. Come on cyare, let’s go get you cleaned up” Rex murmured, voice deep and smooth. He chuckled slightly as you leaned into him, content to just close your eyes and rest against his strong body.

“Stay with me?” you asked quietly.

“Course I will, cyare. Wrap your arms around my neck, that’s a good girl. Gonna pick you up now” Rex told you, slipping his hands across your back and one going underneath your knees. He lifted you up, keeping you close to his chest as he carried you across the barracks into the refresher.

The scent of lavender and something woody had you relaxing even further into Rex’s arms. The boys had obviously been busy while Rex took you apart. Next to the bath was plates of fruits, nuts and snacks that you could eat. There was a couple bottles of water and on the rack opposite, towels were already getting warmed up for you.

Sighing, you couldn’t help but want to sink into the hot water and just let go of everything.

“I know sweetheart, we’re going to get you in there in a sec. Hold on” Rex soothed, pressing kisses along your hairline. He stopped before the bath, putting you down on your own unsteady feet.

Warm hands settled on your waist to keep you upright, and you turned to see the playful smile of Fives as he held you to him. He muttered a sweet greeting before he waited as the Captain got into the bath, sitting himself down and getting comfortable. Rex nodded at Fives and held out a hand for you.

“There you go, Princess. Hold onto Rex” Fives mumbled, helping you to step into the bath and sink into the warm water. Once you were settled in between Rex’s legs and had let out a sigh of relief at the warm water soothing your aching muscles, Fives gave your head a quick kiss before leaving you both alone.

Rex hummed a soft tune as he grabbed a wash cloth and lathered it up in your favourite soap, dragging it across your neck and down your shoulders, until he reached your hand. He took it in his own, before gently washing every part of your hand in loving strokes.

The same was done for your chest as you leaned back into him, sighing as he lathered you up in soap suds. His touches were so gentle, so reverent as he washed you, making sure you were comfortable against him. The soothing tone he was humming also helped, and you could feel your eyes slipping closed at the warm water, his gentle touches as he cleaned you and the soft vibrations and sound of Rex’s humming.

You must have dozed off briefly before Rex was shaking you awake, an adoring smile on his face as he cupped your face to look at him. “Wake up, sleepy head. You’re all clean, but you should probably eat and drink something before we get out. I personally don’t really want to move just yet, I��m happy where I am” Rex said, voice lowering conspiratorially at the end.

Giggling, you shook your head, leaning in to rest your head against his. “I don’t want to move either. You’re nice and warm and soft” you admitted, happy to just be in Rex’s arms.

Rex nodded in agreement, but sat up slightly so he could grab at the pieces of food that was on the side of the bath. As you went to take it out of his hand, he shook his head, a mischievous look on his face. “Open up, cyare” he instructed, pressing the food to your lips.

Letting out a soft huff of pleasure at getting hand fed by your beautiful, wonderful Captain, you did as you were told. Rex enjoyed taking care of you, adoring the aftercare part more than any of his brothers apart from maybe Kix. He voiced his approval at the way you rested back into his chest, content to let him hand feed you and encouraged you to drink the bottles of water.

When the water ran cool, he helped you up and out of the bath, hurrying to wrap you in the warm towels that was on the rack. He dried you off, making sure you were comfortable before roughly rubbing his towel over himself in military precision. Sometimes you forgot that your troopers had been trained for the harshness of life. They didn’t often get to enjoy something as simple as a long bath and a warm towel.

“Here, put these on cyare. Hardcase left them out for you” Rex murmured, helping you into a set of blacks that had also been warming.

It felt lovely being encompassed by the wonderful heat and smells of the Torrent boys. All of them took such good care of you. Even after one on one with a trooper, they always made sure to look after you and give you aftercare. It was an important part of your relationship with them.

“Whose bunk are you sleeping in tonight?” Rex asked, taking your hand and leading you back to the barrack room. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you wondered who it would be tonight. You had promised you would braid Tup’s hair for him before sleep.

However, a small cough interrupted you both and your attention snapped to Hardcase who was blocking your way out of the refresher.

“No need to worry about that, sweetheart. Come and see” he encouraged, taking your other hand and guiding you all out into the sleeping quarters.

Although, it couldn’t be called sleeping quarters, as all of the bunks had been pushed to the side of the room. Their mattresses and bedding was all stripped off and piled into the middle of the room in a lovely looking pile. Already Jesse and Dogma was lying down on it, talking quietly between themselves. Kix was helping to braid Tup’s hair for him, grinning softly as he listened to his vod’ika tell him something. Fives was plumping up a number of pillows and arranging blankets in the middle of the mattresses so that you could be comfortable.

They were all going to sleep with you. It would be perfect, all of them just piling around and sleeping next to you and on top of each other. It would be so warm and cosy, just what you needed – and you suspected they did too after this deployment.

“What do you think, love?” Fives called, noticing you stopping at the edge of the beds. The others waited with baited breath for your reaction.

“It’s perfect!”

You couldn’t help the way you dived in after that, getting yourself comfortable as all of your troopers settled down around you, all of them touching you in one way or another. It felt amazing to be surrounded by them, knowing that they were all safe and well and that they loved you just as much as you loved them. Yes, it was perfect. And you didn’t want anything to change.

[brawlite]

some horror fic recs for october 👻

i wanted to put together a rec list of my favorite horror fics for the spookiest month. there are a bunch of different flavors of horror in here as well as a number of different fandoms, so hopefully you can find something that tickles your fancy (though ngl i would still rec reading these bad boys even if you don't know the fandoms at all).

i tried to tag tumblrs when/where i could find them, but if i couldn't, the author name links to ao3.

a reminder as always: this is horror—please read all the tags.

thanks for reading and i hope you find something to enjoy!

also, pretty please feel free to reblog and add your favorite horror fic recs.

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the ghost apple tree by @thefearofcod

10k words, rated m song lan/xue yang/xiao xingchen (the untamed/mdzs) summary:

Fixing up a decaying house in the woods is the same as addressing your problems. (sxx is haunted)

brawls' notes: i think about this fic a lot; i'm haunted by it. this is by far one of my favorite horror stories i've ever read—the vibes are off-the-charts and horrific in a very visceral, tense way. made me feel weird (positive). i hope it makes you feel weird too (this is a threat).

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convergence by @astrophyllitely

33k words, rated e lan zhan/lan xichen, lan zhan/jiang cheng (the untamed/mdzs) summary:

Lan Wangji regains consciousness in a crashed spaceship on an unfamiliar planet. He is not alone; Lan Xichen is there. He is not alone; Jiang Wanyin is there. But never both at once.

brawls' notes: space horror? check. psychological horror? check. uneasy and tense alien vibes? also check. beautiful push and pull of the narrative, paired with an an intense feeling of claustrophobia. there's a particular moment that had my heart right in my throat. stunning.

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mockingbird by MarInk

82k words, rated e stiles stillinski/peter hale (teen wolf) summary:

Stiles works tirelessly to keep the roof over his heads and longs for a proper challenge for his brains. Peter chafes under his sister's authority and nurses big, bloody dreams. One day, the two are connected by a mistaken text message. One never knows who is on the other end of a wrong number. Sometimes it's somebody one will come to cherish and adore. Sometimes it's a ruthless, unapologetic monster. Sometimes it's both.

brawls' notes: sometimes you read something and are just blown away by it, forever altered. that's what this was for me. want a type of monster-au you've never seen before? this is it. also: ostensibly a wrong-number au, but don't be fooled. (i was.)

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never meant by nonhicsumus

3k words, rated m alex krycek & dana scully (the x-files) summary:

Sometimes the past isn't worth digging into.

brawls' notes: whump and psychological horror? plus alex krycek?? my favorite. every word of this is perfection—i instantly wanted to read it again for the first time. you can.

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fais do-do by @moku-youbi

18k words, rated e will graham/hannibal lecter (hannibal)

summary:

“Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.” ― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein (this fic does not have a summary, but begins with this quote)

brawls' notes: a different-meeting au packed with everything you need for the perfect horror story: violence, blood, a chase scene, and an unreliable narrator. delightful.

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blackbird, fly by @acroamatica

19k words, rated m kylo ren/armitage hux (star wars: tfa)

summary:

One sunny afternoon in the mountains of Washington state, Ben Organa-Solo walked out into the woods. He never came home. Six years later, a journalist specialising in missing-persons cold cases decides to follow his footsteps and see where they might lead.

brawls' notes: a masterpiece of vibes. this reads so much like a spooky mystery novel, but with a creeping, anxious dread. perfect for the season if you want that true autumnal sort of chill. i've carried this fic in my heart for nearly a decade now—it has inspired me in my own writing so much over the years.

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grey stars on the rise by @iodhadh

4k words, rated e song lan/xue yang/xiao xingchen (the untamed/mdzs) summary:

Xiao Xingchen comes back. Xiao Xingchen comes back wrong. It takes too long, maybe, for Xue Yang to realize something is wrong with Song Lan too.

brawls' notes: the exact embodiment of: be careful what you wish for. brutal and crushing and so deeply, utterly satisfying. absolute yi-city perfection: the vibes are wretched but strangely romantic (chefs kiss).

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half your life you've been hooked on death by @whatever-you-can-give-me

4k words, rated m vash the stampede/nicholas d. wolfwood (trigun) summary:

Wolfwood is cornered in an alleyway. Things get worse before they get better.

brawls' notes: and what's a horror rec list without a little bit of gore? whump and blood and near-death-experiences—oh my. this is brutal and feverish and exactly the right flavor.

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black rock mountain by @bokuno-jinsei

24k words, rated e will graham/hannibal lecter (hannibal) summary:

Will is a hitchhiker with questionable hobbies. Hannibal is a man who has questionable motives. When Hannibal drives by Will who just so happens to need a ride, things quickly take a turn from the questionable to the downright depraved.

brawls' notes: you know That Fic that is really the epitome of that pairing for you? yeah, this is it for me. perfect alternate first-meeting fic. lives rent-free in my head.

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and hey, why not be a little self-indulgent: i can't help but rec a few of my own horror fics here, too:

old growth

21k, rated m song lan/xue yang/xiao xingchen (the untamed/mdzs) summary:

There’s something in the woods outside of their hometown. Xue Yang and Song Lan are going to find it.

brawls' notes: i tried something new with the formatting on this one and i think it panned out solidly and was a desperately fun way to tell the story. this is full of spooky, sleepless forest vibes.

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what's real or isn't

57k, rated e kylo ren/armitage hux (star wars: tfa) summary:

Hux's new house is not haunted. It isn't.

brawls' notes: i honestly love playing favorites and this is one of mine. this was a load of fun to write—it's chock-full of vibes, personal experiences, local history, and love notes to my favorite horror stories.

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acquiesce

16k, rated e original luo binghe/original shen qingqiu (svsss) summary:

After seeing the gentle and loving Shen Qingqiu of the other world, Luo Binghe returns to his own with a hunger that can only be satisfied by one thing—a Shizun of his very own.

brawls' notes: this isn't spooky or haunted, but it is psychological horror—packed with nightmares, flashbacks, dread, and manipulation. enjoy!

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and that's it! hope you find something fun to read for this october 🖤

and again—please reblog and add your own horror recs if you are feeling so inclined!

[themotherofblood]

On dancer reader, can we have some motherly moment between reader, Baela and Rhaena, with a little Daemon participation, please? (would love to read something about their relationship)

yes!! I love this idea, this is a little blurby. Also Daemon being a total girl dad!!

Masterlist | part one | part 2

There wasn’t a scarcity of children in the Old Palace, all your half sinblings, step siblings and even cousins filled every extravagant room the palace had to offer. Luckily, Daemon and your quarters were rather secluded, spacious marble floored rooms over looking The Sunset Sea, the orange hue of the dusk painted your chambers every evening.

This particular evening, Daemon had taken Baela dragon riding. Moondancer had finally grown large enough to be saddled, a shiny purple leather saddle with a gold moon pendant was worn by the young creature. The curtesy of his niece Rhaenyra, she gifted Daemon and by extension you, a clutch of eggs, four magnificently coloured orbs for the babe within you and the many more to come.

You had lounged out at the Mirrored Palace with your family, some painting away with the newest oil colours from Bravos, the others brawled with each other as you embroidered away a red tunic with gold threads. You hadn’t noticed until the hour of crow that Rhaena wasn’t amongst you. You excused yourself, trailing away at the gardens to find the little white haired beauty, instead you found her handmaidens who told you she was in her chambers.

“Rhaena?” You called out, her small frame sat by the lit hearth that held her egg for over a year now, and many more years elsewhere. You huffed, holding onto the chaise rests to lower yourself onto it. “What’s wrong darling?” You pet her head.

“I- I wonder if the egg for my sister would hatch,” she sulked, you knew this to be a sensitive subject for her, she placed her egg down and looked up at you apologetically for her abruptness. Both girls had firmly decided that the child within you would be a girl and then proceeded to pick an egg from the four Rhaenyra had sent.

“Maybe it will, maybe it won’t,” you smiled at her, patting the space next to you for her to sit as she cradled her egg. “I do not know much of dragons, I don’t understand it like you do, your father does.” You hugged your arms around her.

“What I do know is, the dragons do not make you who you are,” you stated, a truth you understood about your husband. Caraxes a mere extension of who he was and the fire within him.

“Father seems to think otherwise, everyone in our bloodline has one,” Rhaena pouted as she rest her head against your shoulder “even mother did.”

“That isn’t true, Rhaena,” you cooed “your father wants nothing more than to help you claim one some day, should you ask him he will tell you all the same.”

“Then why doesn’t he?” she questioned, her purple eyes filled with moisture, her bottom lip jutted out and darkened cheeks heated.

“kesrio syt iksā tolī byka,” Daemon’s voice rumbled from behind you, he stood leaning against the posts of the veranda, still in his riding clothes as he approached Rhaena. You are too little.

Rhaena appeared sheepish as she made space for Daemon before plopping herself onto his lap. “I’d rather you be little, chubby and alive rather than a dragon rider. I wasn’t one until I was nearly six summers older than you.” He tickled her tummy making her giggle before resting her head against his shoulder.

“I miss mother,” she reminisced making Daemon turn to you uneasily.

“Well,” you spoke up, pointing at the window where the skies had already darkened “when I miss mine own, I look at the stars.”

“The stars?” Rhaena looked confused.

“Look at them, think of Laena and pick a star that might appear to be her,” you smiled at her “that way, every night your mother can visit you.”

Rhaena looked for a moment, you could see her eyes darting all over before she picked one, her eyes softened “that one,” she whispered pointing at the star.

You later in the week had been met with crucial urgency as your handmaiden huffed, running to you about your husband. Daemon nearly loosing his mind at an ungodly hour in the morrow as he went to rouse Baela. She wanted to see the sun rise from high above the skies, he would have taken Rhaena along with him. He stroked Baela’s pretty hair to rouse her from the pouted dream she had been dreaming, Baela groaned and grumbled, burying herself further under the sheets “papa, no.” She whined as Daemon pulled her.

Instead of chuckling at Baela’s adorable protests, his gut filled with horror as his daughter’s bed was stained with blood. No, no- not his sweetling. He shook Baela harder this time to wake her, looking over her face and arms to find any sign of injury before yelling at the guards to fetch his you and the Maesters.

“Are you hurt? Baela, you must tell me what happened,” he urged her, Baela appeared confused until she saw the blood standing her night gown until she too mirrored her father’s terror.

“Papa, am I going to die?” Baela cried, her bottom lip wobbling. Daemon tried to remain calm as he shook his head, nothing would happen to his daughter. His urgency wasn’t met with enough speedy response, he grew impatient for the Maesters to arrive. “Everything will be fine,” he rocked Baela in his arms.

You burst through Baela’s bed chambers, huffing and cradling your bump as your took in the scene infront of you. The stained bed, the terror on Daemon and Baela’s face, the staining on the lower half of Baela’s nightgown. You shoulders slumped in relief as you slapped a hand over your thudding chest to calm your breathing.

“Daemon she is fine,” you calmly stated.

He began to look at you like madness had filled your head as he gestured to all the blood, how were you not loosing your mind. Merely weeks ago you pulled the entirety of the Old Palace upon your head when Baela cut her elbow from a fall. He shook his head, clutching Baela harder.

“Daemon, she’s flowering.” You sighed, trying to pull Baela away from his tight hold, she looked confused between the two of you.

Daemon frowned “she’s too young,” he shook his head once more, once again refusing to let his daughter go.

“I flowered at eight, she in nine.” you stressed, once again trying to pull Baela away as the Maesters finally came to the her chambers.

The two appeared worried until you spoke without looking at them, asking them to leave a essence of milk of the poppy behind. Baela’s handmaidens we’re ordered to draw a bath for the young girl. “Go on darling,” you nodded at her to clean up as they stripped her sheets.

Daemon still sat on the footrest, looking a little calmer than before as you came to stand in front of him. He groaned, resting his head against your belly before pressing two kisses to it over your robe. “She is fine, Daemon.” You reassured once more by squeezing his shoulder.

“I was so sure-“ he shook his head. “She’s flowering?” Daemon looked up at you, your fingers pushed back his hair as you nodded looking down at him.

“She’s growing,” you stated making Daemon grunt once more, finding the thought of his little girls growing so quickly displeasing.

“See after her? Please,” he requested, you nodded before moving behind the divider when Baela sat submerged in her tube, only her head popped out of the milky water.

“I am not dying?” she asked, still confused. You shook your head.

“It’s your moon blood, it shall happen for every turn of the moon,” you said making her grimace.

“Every moon!” She exclaimed making you giggle.

“Unfortunately so darling,” you smiled at her sympathetically.

The handmaidens brought chamomile tea from the kitchens for you to lace with a drop of milk of the poppy. Enough to make the rumbling pain in her belly heel, her handmaidens wrapped her in thick cloth before helping her back in bed.

“This tea is going to heal her?” Daemon paced by the foot of the bed.

“Don’t be daft Daemon,” you glared at him chicken mothering down your neck. He knows well enough that one cannot just heal away moon blood. “It’s for the pain.”

Rhaena had long awoken and found herself situated next to her twin sister, she appeared a little nervous about the blood but curious. She hugged her sister a little too tight making Baela swat her back before succumbing to her hold. The two of you left the girls to rest as you pulled Daemon out of their rooms.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you thought over the brave Rogue Prince loosing his bearings over moon blood. He glared out you, making you laugh even harder, choking out apologies as you clutched your bump trying to stop. He groaned all the way through, dragging you back your shared bed chamber as your fit of giggles just wouldn’t stop.

“You can either stop giggling like a child, or I can make you,” he warned, his own lips faltering as they curled upwards with your giggles.

[markerofthemidnight]

T-04-29: “Tickle-Me Wiggly” (Lobotomy Corp. x Hatchetfield Fan Abnormality)

So yeah, turns out the reason why I’ve been writing so little is actually because I’ve been writing fan Abnos!

I actually have a few more of these sitting in my notes- this is just the first one I finished. Naturally, it has to be Wiggly: Black Friday Wiggly, specifically! Might make a few more for his brothers if this gets popular enough.

Anyways, it’s getting late and writing all this really knocked the wind outta me, so without further ado:

“And those people, those sheeple, the tall and the small, will fall, and they’ll crawl, and they’ll brawl for a doll.”

The Abnormality takes the form of a small green plush toy with tentacles instead of a mouth, sitting on a shelf in the Containment Unit.

Basic Information

Risk Classification: ALEPH

Work Damage: White

Max. E Boxes: 30

Good Mood Range: 22-30

Normal Mood Range: 21-11

Bad Mood Range: 0-10

Max. Qliphoth Counter: None

Managerial Guidelines

1. When the Work Process ended, there was a chance that the Agent took Tickle-Me Wiggly with them outside of the Containment Unit.

2. The higher the Agent’s Temperance, the lower the chance of this effect occurring became. However, no matter how high it becomes, there will always be a small chance that the Agent is affected.

3. When Tickle-Me Wiggly was outside of its containment unit for too long, employees all over the facility began to suffer constant White damage, starting with the ones closest to the Abnormality. However, Agents with 100+ Temperance were immune to this effect.

4. When an employee’s Sanity Meter reached zero because of White damage dealt by Tickle-Me Wiggly, they began attacking everything around them while searching for the Agent holding the Abnormality. This state was designated as “Frenzied”.

5. If a sane employee’s Sanity Meter reached zero because of White damage dealt by a Frenzied employee, the same effect as above was observed.

6. When a Frenzied employee found the Agent holding Tickle-Me Wiggly, the two fought. If the Agent died, the employee took the Abnormality from them.

7. Once a Frenzied employee’s Sanity Meter was restored to its maximum by a sane Agent, they returned to normal.

8. The sanity of the employee currently holding Tickle-Me Wiggly could not be restored. Because of this, the Manager must order the Agents to execute the Frenzied employee.

Work Preferences

(I have no idea how I’m gonna make this layout work on Tumblr but here we go)

Instinct Insight Attachment Repression I : High Very Low High Common II : High Very Low High Common III : High Low High Common IV : High Common Common Low V : High Common Low Very Low

Process Information (flavour text)

Instinct - The Agent tells Wiggly all about their job and life, trying to avoid admitting how unsatisfied they are with it at all costs to protect the company.

Insight - The Agent manages Wiggly’s preferred environment in the Containment Unit. Its lighting must remain dim, with most light stemming from fairy lights or glow-in-the-dark stars. Only then is the Abnormality at its most satisfied, claiming it reminds him of home.

Attachment - The Agent engages in what can only be described as a 20-minute tickle session with Wiggly as their target. No, this is not a joke.

Repression - The Agent sticks red pins in Wiggly while doing their best to shut out the death threats he curses out at them.

E.G.O. Equipment

Gift (Observation Level 3)

Feast or Famine (Helmet)

A golden crown endowed with small blue gems.

Drop Chance: 1%

Effects: +12 HP, -5 SP (+5 Movement Speed and Attack Speed when worn with the corresponding EGO suit)

Suit (Observation Level 4)

Feast or Famine (ALEPH suit)

A suit made almost entirely of dark green tentacles, with a red ribbon in place of a tie.

Red Defenses: 1.2

White Defenses: 0.2

Black Defenses: 0.3

Pale Defenses: 0.5

Requirement: V Fortitude, V Temperance

Cost: 120

Max. Amount: 1

Weapon (Observation Level 4)

Feast or Famine (ALEPH Whip)

A black, four-thonged whip with a green hilt. This weapon is a unique type as there are no other specimens of its kind currently known.

Damage (White): 8-18

Attack Range: Short

Attack Speed: Fast

Special Ability: Every five attacks, the whip’s damage range spreads to every target in the room currently facing the Agent. The attack will restore SP to not only Agents, but also any passive non-Agent entities (such as Rabbits and passive Abnormalities).

Requirements: V Fortitude, V Temperance

Cost: 200

Max. Amount: 1

Story

The Abnormality takes the form of a plush toy resembling a green tentacled monster. On its back is a tag identifying the toy as having been manufactured by an unknown company apparently named “Uncle Wiley’s Toys”.

The doll itself consistently remains motionless no matter what it is subjected to. However, when an Agent enters the Containment Unit, the Abnormality begins to communicate with them through telepathy.

It calls itself ‘Tickle-Me Wiggly’, and regularly engages in casual conversation with staff. It “speaks” in a babyish manner, as if addressing a child, and regularly asks employees how satisfied they are with their life.

When it does so, it is imperative that Agents always respond positively.

If it senses that an employee is unsatisfied with their lives at the moment, it will attempt to form a “bond”. It is unknown how this “bonding” works, but if it succeeds, the bonded Agent will become obsessed with Wiggly, revering him like a god and violently attacking everyone who speaks against him.

If you suspect that a co-worker has become bonded with Wiggly, report it to your department’s Sephirah immediately and they will be properly disposed of.

If an Agent has taken Wiggly out of his Containment Unit, dispose of the Agent immediately, burn the doll, and return its charred remains to the Containment Unit.

—

(The next two corresponding documents can only be access by Level 5 or higher employees.)

For a long time, nobody knew where Wiggly came from.

Agents thought he was just that: an unsightly, unsettling children’s toy that says violent things occasionally, but is relatively harmless.

Until the day came that, after a particularly successful Instinct work, Wiggly told an Agent a secret. They returned from the Containment Unit with a smile on their face, and even after suppressing a WAW Ordeal with quite a few casualties, showed a considerable lack of mental corruption.

Once the day was over, however, the company was surprised to see that the reports the Agent sent in regarding Wiggly previously that night were written in an indecipherable language.

The next day, the very same Agent constructed an alter in the middle of their home department, spreading misinformation and religious propaganda whilst constantly switching between English and complete gibberish suspected to be the aforementioned language, before finally opening the door to the Containment Unit and returning with Wiggly in hand.

All they had to do was make eye contact with it, and suddenly, the mental corruption of almost all employees in the department near-instantly became 0. When all was said and done, the Agent died, and we very narrowly avoided losing half of the facility’s total employees.

It took far more time and resources than we would have liked, but eventually we were able to roughly translate the previously-mentioned Agent’s final report on Wiggly into understandable text:

—

When I entered his prison today, he was looking at me with a smile on his face.

The process started out normally. He asked me what was wrong with my life, and when I answered truthfully, promised me he would do everything in his power to fix it.

He told me that he had grown attached to me in the time we had spent together. Asked me if he could tell me a secret, to which I obliged and leaned in closer. At first, I thought it was just some gibberish language… but once he told me his name, suddenly I understood, just like that.

With those words, a whole new reality was opened up to me. I saw Him. The face of God, ancient and welcoming. The Father, a beast. The Son, a doll. And the Holy Spirit, a beautiful, inky ocean enveloping this doomed world, ready to wrap it in His tentacles and cleanse it of all sin.

I haven’t seen this place the same way since. And I don’t want to. Now, for the first time in my life, I can work in peace knowing He will be watching over me, in all His holy glory.

The others aren’t so lucky. They’re still stuck in their cages, with no knowledge of Him or just how beautiful He really is. He has the power to set us all free, and yet nobody realises, because nobody believes.

Nobody but me.

In wake of this information, I have decided that I shall be His prophet. I shall set my darling coworkers free from their abyssal cages, and once they have all seen the light, we will depart this doomed world and join Him in the Black.

This company is doomed, as is this world. But with Him by my side, it doesn’t have to be.

The Lords in Black call us. All hail Wiggog Y’rath.

—

Flavour Text

During Work

“And those people, those sheeple, the tall and the small, will fall, and they’ll crawl, and they’ll brawl for a doll.”

‘A tag on Tickle-Me Wiggly’s back states he was manufactured by a company called Uncle Wiley’s Toys. Nobody recognises the name, but it’s clear he was made with a lot of love and care put into him.’

‘Tickle-Me Wiggly has a soft and squishy design unlike anything you’ve ever seen in a toy before.’

‘Tickle-Me Wiggly enjoys talking with Agents about their lives.’

‘Tickle-Me Wiggly came from a place deep, deep within a dark, drowsy void.’

‘Tickle-Me Wiggly starts telling <employee’s name> about his little brothers.’

‘To ensure the wellbeing of everyone here, it’s best to make sure a cautious employee works on Tickle-Me Wiggly.’

‘Just because something is still, that does not mean it isn’t alive.’

“Being asleep and dreaming is just being awake, but in another world.”

Spoken

(When the Manager zooms into the Containment Unit while no one’s working on it)

“Hello, Mr. Mani-wazz. Are you here to give me a new fwendy-wend?”

“We both know you can’t ignore me forever. Your pally-wals certainly don’t.”

“You have a job to do, don’t you? Why not send someone in?”

“Why don’t you get off that seat and come down here, with me? I’m sure we’d be very good fwendy-wends.”

(When an Agent is working on it)

“I think we’re going to be very good fwendy-wends, <employee’s name>.”

“I wish you could come back here more often, <employee’s name>. I always enjoy our little chats.”

“I’ve spent enough time in your home here. Why not, someday, you come down to visit mine?”

“You would get along just swell with my brothers, <employee’s name>. Let me tell you about them…”

“What wonders await you down in Drowsy Town…”

(When an Agent takes it outside the Containment Unit)

“So this is your quaint home. How charming… but I know a place you’d like even more.”

“I’ve only met a few of your fwendy-wends, <employee’s name>. Why not introduce these ones to me?”

“I’m sure I’ll fit in just fine in this place. Your pally-wals love me already…”

(When employees start entering Frenzy mode)

“*giggle!* See? They couldn’t love me more!”

“*cackle* CHAOS REIGNS!”

“So many sheeple, desperate to get their hands on me… I wonder how that happened?”

“Don’t hold it against them, Mr. Mani-wazz. After all, you never should settle for the lifetime that is handed to you…”

(When the Agent holding it is being attacked by other Frenzied employees)

“Take what you want, return what you get!”

“Thank you so much for taking me outside, <employee’s name>. But now, it’s bedtime… and not for me, that is.”

“Do you think you can take care of them, <employee’s name>? We’ll see how well that goes.”

(When a Frenzied Agent somewhere in the facility has their Sanity restored)

“You really think you can win against me so easily?”

“Resisting a Lord in Black is no easy feat, you know! Resisting me… is more of an impossibility.”

“*sigh* My brothers are probably laughing their asses off…”

(When sane Agents attempt to suppress the employee holding Tickle-Me Wiggly)

“What makes you think you can defeat me?! <employee’s name> can take care of your pawns with ease… erm, you can, right, <employee’s name>?”

“I know you’re watching me, Mr. Manager! When I find you after this, you’ll only wish the others got to you first!”

“You should feel lucky you even got this far. I’ll take my kingdom back easily!”

(When all Frenzied employees are suppressed)

“WHAT?! No… no, I haven’t lost yet! YOU MAY HAVE WON THE BATTLE, BUT THE WAR’S NOT OVER!”

“When I come back, I am going to shove my tentacles so far down your throat they come out your sorry ass. That’s a promise!”

“Rgh… fine. But just know I won’t forget this, Mr. Manager! I’ll come back! I always do…”

“Those little shits… YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY, DON’T YOU?!”

(When the Manager uses a Reduced Mobility Bullet on the employee holding it)

“…Oh, you’re no fun at all.”

“Do you seriously think that’s going to stop me?”

“Boring. Maybe use the Execution Bullet, I’m sure it’ll help.”

(When the Manager attempts to use an Execution Bullet on the employee holding it)

“What? You actually thought I would let that work?”

“Oh, poor Mani-wazz. The creatures here must have seriously muddled your brain if you actually thought that would do something.”

“…You know, in all my eons of existence, I’ve never met someone with worse critical thinking skills than you.”

(When the employee holding it encounters CENSORED)

“…Oh! Hello, K’Gwijan-sycok. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

(When it encounters WhiteNight, its Apostles, or Blue Star)

“Yuck. And this is the work of a creature that calls itself a god? It doesn’t even know the meaning of the word.”

(When it encounters the passive-breaching Queen of Hatred)

“How disgusting. This woman genuinely thinks she can defy me?”

(When it encounters the hostile Queen of Hatred)

“Now this is something more my speed!”

(When it encounters Rudolta of the Sleigh)

“What’s this? A fellow holiday horror, come to wish me a happy birthday?”

(When all Agents are dead or panicking)

“Thank you so much for the help, Mr. Mani-wazz! I’m sure you’ll love it down in the Black…”

—

Whew. I… I think that’s all of it?

Other Fan Abnormalities

[callmecarnage]

Commission for : @iraia1235gamer

Sorry it looks so rushed and that it took a while, I got sick 🥲

Here you go!

[ticklykitty216]

Hey, been a while since I sent anything, huh? Not sure If you plan on writing anything, but when you do, I wanna see something with any of the robotic brawlers!

(What’s this? Me? Finally getting to the asks in my inbox? ABSURD!!)

(I’m so sorry I haven’t done these, I lost my motivation for fics after Belle’s update, but now I’m back >:3c)

(Also you guys get to enjoy some fluff besides the actual tickling so you guys are getting FED tonight)

***

Stu didn’t know how he’d become a guardian, but he wasn’t going to complain. 

It was common for brawlers in the same trio to live together but when it came to Stu ‘home’ was a tricky situation. Yes, he did have a house but he very rarely used his house, let alone was in it enough for it to be considered lived in. When you lived your life as a stunt dummy most of your days were spent in the robot maintenance section of Starr Parks getting put back together after a failed stunt.

So to be living in his house again for over at least 2 months now, and with other people now sharing the space with you is jarring to say the least. When Stu had heard about his new trio mates he hadn’t been too interested, during this point in his life a lot of stuff had lost interest in the stunt robot. He was just focused on his stunts and keeping the park goers entertained, but when he had actually met them and seen just how young and impressionable they were was a slap to the face, especially the youngest sister Bonnie.

Stu sobered up quickly and then began to panic from the state he’d let himself get into when Janet and Bonnie had shown up with basically no place to live (they had arrived at the park with little warning but had shown such prowess that the higher up had let them in). After many days of working and cleaning the neglected house (and keeping the robot out of maintenance long enough) the house had finally been in a livable state (for a human at least) to stay at. And after more months of decorating and bonding the house had become so much more lively.

Stu was knocked out of his thoughts when his sensors picked up the very familiar smell of something burning, he looked back to the stove top and cursed as he watched one of the pancakes he’d been making get burned and moved quickly to put out the piece of food. Once the fire hazard had been dealt with he cursed again as he threw it in the trash, he’d been about to get another one going when- “UNCLE STU!!” Bonnie yelled as she ran through the kitchen’s doorway, not having yet put on her boots, she stopped and slid a few feet before finally landing in front of Stu and wrapping her tiny arms around his middle in a hug. Stu laughed and patted her head “H-H-hey kiddo! Looks like someONES in a gOoD mood!” Stu said and Bonnie let go of him and started to stomp her feet in excitement “Today’s the first day I get to battle ALL BY MYSELF!!” Bonnie shouted and threw out her arms for emphasis. Stu laughed, “Good for you ki-kiddo!” Stu looked up to see a much more tired and less enthusiastic Janet walk in, she had her usual outfit minus the helmet and boots, her hair was a mess and she was moving much slower compared to her sister.

“Janet! Did you hear? Did you hear?!” Bonnie ran over to her sister and grabbed her hand with her sleeved hands and tugged on her towards the dinner table “Yes BonnieI heard, you wouldn’t stop talking about it since last night…” Janet said groggily as she allowed herself to be dragged by her younger sister, “Hey Stu…” Janet lazily waved to him. “Hel-lo Janet.” Stu said as he placed the remaining pancakes on a large plate and brought them over to the table as both sisters sat down. “Hey, there’s not a whole lot of pancakes here!” Bonnie said as she started to load pancakes onto her plate, “Yeah, and something smells burnt, Stu, did you burn the pancakes again?” Janet asked, seeming much more alert now.

Stu laughed nervously as he moved over to a cupboard “N-Noo-o-o-oo…” Stu said as he pulled out a can of oil and wheeled back over to the table and sat down. Janet looked at her plate of pancake and put 2 more onto Bonnie's plate, which she cheered to and Stu chuckled. They sat in silence for a couple of moments eating, Stu and Janet eating slowly while Bonnie was scarfing down her food, “Bonnie slow down! You’ll give yourself a tummy ache!” Janet said. “I can’t help it! I’m too excited to wait!” Bonnie said as she shoveled more pancakes into her mouth, Stu chuckled again “Yeah, l-liSTen to your sister.” Stu said as he placed the metal straw of the oil can to a small hole in his face where a mouth would be. Bonnie pouted but did as she was told.

Peace was restored, but Bonnie looked at Stu with a strange fascination. This had been the first time that they actually ate together in the same room as one another, and Janet and Bonnie had never seen Stu eat. Bonnie tilted her head “Uncle Stu?” “Yes?” “How come you don’t eat like the other robots?” Bonnie asked and Stu set the oil can on the table “I-I’m an older. Model. Of the roBOTS you s-see aro-ound the. Parks.” Stu said. “Yeah, but Barley’s an older bot and he eats people food!” Bonnie said putting another piece of pancake in her mouth, “Barley was uPGRADED to have a ‘b-b-better sto-o-mach’, iT CAN process human. Food.” said Stu. “And how come you don’t have the upgrade?” Janet asked this time and Stu put one of his arms around the back of the dinner chair, “To-o-o-oo expeNSIVE, e-especially when y-o-o-ou get as B-B-BUSted up as I dO.” Stu said and waved his opposite hand, as if to wave the thought away. “Is that why you still haven’t fixed your voice box?” Bonnie asked leaning over the table towards Stu, he, caught off guard by the question, coughed awkwardly and looked away “M-mAYBe..” Stu said and put the metal straw back to his ‘mouth’ and slurped at the rest of the oil. “Well I like your voice! It’s funny!” Bonnie said and put the rest of the pancakes in her mouth, “A-Ahaha.. Th-a-anks kid..” Stu said, but seemed upset. Stu wasn’t a bot to easily be upset about things, but his voice was a sore spot to discuss. He had a normal voice before, when he took an extreme fall and managed to knock his own head off from the force of him hitting the edge of a ramp and had lost bits of his voice box in the process, Pam had offered to replace the part but Stu didn’t have the means to repay her (he was already in debt to her for all the repairs she did on him, he didn’t need this as well).

Janet had picked up on Stu’s sudden mood shift but Bonnie had already jumped out of her chair and was pointing towards the front door, “Come on slowpokes! Let’s gooooo!!” she said as Janet got up and grabbed her helmet from the shelf next to the door “Calm down Bonnie! The events aren’t going anywhere, besides you still don’t have your boots on!” Janet said as Stu ‘stood’ up and watched Bonnie run over to the door and put her boots on “Come on, come on, come ooooon!!” Bonnie wailed impatiently as Janet took her sweet time to put her boots on. Stu laughed, “E-E-Easy the-r-re spitFIRE!” Stu said, putting the plates in the sink and tossed Janet her microphone. Bonnie huffed ran over and behind Stu and grabbed him by the hips to push him towards the door, “Let’s GOOOOO!!” Bonnie yelled and Stu, startled, put his breaks on and shrieked.

Janet jumped and Bonnie let go of Stu and looked up with fear and concern “Are you ok Uncle Stu? Did I hurt you..?” Bonnie asked and Stu could feel his internal fans kick on. Bonnie hadn’t hurt the stunt robot, but had rather tickled him, something he didn’t know he still was. “I-I-I-I Um, I yOU di-i-in’t hUrt- NO, I’m oKAAAAY?” Stu said, his voice glitching and fluctuating more than it normally did. Bonnie, confused, grabbed his hips again and this time Stu dashed forward and squealed, Janet laughed, “Was that you or your tire?” she asked and Bonnie grinned. “HEy! Do-o-o-on’t yOu have A MATCh t-to gEEeEt tO-OHOHO?!” Stu suddenly laughed as Bonnie placed her hands around his hips again and started to furiously squeeze the metal there.

“AAAHAH-AHAHA kiHIhIHIHIDdO NO-O-OHOHAHA!!” Stu laughed and hunched over as her tiny hands assaulted his metallic hips “I never knew you were ticklish Uncle Stu!” Bonnie squealed as she circled around to his front. “Me neither…” Janet said as she stepped closer to watch, “NEHE-heheHEE-ITheR DIHIHID I-I-I-IHIHI!!” Stu cackled and tried to wheel backwards but Bonnie followed his movements and her attack continued against the surprisingly sensitive area. Stu felt his sensors flare and his internal fan kick up a few notches to keep him from overheating but it did little to reduce the heat he felt in his face. Only Pam had known about his ticklishness, something he was embarrassed about, and he’d pray to whoever was listening to keep that a secret between the two of them, but now here he was having a child turn the battle hardened robot into a bunch of giggling bolts. “B-BOHOHONNI-EEEE NO-O-OHOHO!!” Stu laughed as he tried to pry her tiny hands off of him “KnOOHAHACK I-I-IT OoOOHOFF!!” Stu cackled trying to wiggle out of her grasp. “No way! This is the most amazing discovery ever!!” Bonnie cheered and moved her hands upward towards the bot's stomach.

Stu squeaked at the sudden shift and his laughter picked back up, “NOHOHO n-NOHOT T-T-THEHEHE-HAHA-HERE!!” Stu screeched, and he tilted too far back on his tire and fell backwards onto the ground “Stu! Bonnie!” Janet yelped in alarm and moved over to the two of them, Bonnie took this opportunity to pounce onto Stu to get better leverage and started to wiggle her fingers all over him “Where else are you ticklish Stu?!” Bonnie asked and Stu made a choked squeal at the feeling.

Stu was an absolute mess and was struggling to keep his hardware from combusting from the pressure (and embarrassment) from the situation “Tickle tickle tickle!! Who knew a robot could be so ticklish!!” Bonnie giggled and raked her little fingers over the middle of his stomach “AAAAAIEEEE-HEHEHE!!! B-B-BoOoOoHOHOHONNI-E-E! AHAHA-HAAA-HaHAhA!! NOHOHOoHoHoo M-MoOHOH-O-OHORE!!” Stu howled and (gently) pushed against Bonnie’s face in an attempt to get her off, he didn’t want to accidentally hurt her after all. “NEVER!!” Bonnie squealed out and laughed along with Stu “Janet! Help me out here!” Bonnie yelled and Stu frantically shook his head “N-NOHOHO-AIEEE!!” Stu screeched and tossed his head back “JAHAH-A-A-AHANET DOohOHoHOn’T Y-Y-OU DAHAhAhahA-DAHAHARe!!!” Stu cackled and twisted side to side to try and shake Bonnie off.

Janet hummed and looked down at the two before she smirked “Sure, I’ll help…” Janet said and reached forward, “J-JAhahaAN-E-ET NAHA-” “-EEEEHEHEHEK?!” Stu opened his eye at the sudden noise and looked up to see Janet pulling Bonnie off of him and squeezing her younger sister’s sides rapidly. “JAHAHANET YOHOHOU TRAHAHAITOR!!” Bonnie squealed and kicked her legs in the air while Janet laughed “What? You said to help!” Janet giggled and swung Bonnie around and walked away with her flailing sister in her arms. Stu took the moment to catch his breath, despite not technically needing it.

Stu slowly got back up, and clutched the kitchen counter for support as he heard Bonnie shrieking and Janet laughing along with her. Stu followed the sound out into the living room as Janet now assaulted her smaller sister's belly. “JAHAHANET NOOOOOHOHO!! IHIHIHI’M GONNA BEHEHE LAHAHATE!!” Bonnie howled as she now tried to wriggle out of her sister’s grip, “Should’a thought of that when you were taking a crack at Stu!” Janet laughed and Stu (had he had a visible mouth) smirked and reached for Bonnie's ribs “P-P-Payback’s nOt so-o-o-o sWEEt is it?” Stu asked and Bonnie howled “NO-NO-NO-NOHOHO AHAHAHAHA NOHOHO MOHOHORE!!” she laughed and kicked her feet in protest.

Janet and Stu tickled Bonnie for a few more seconds before they let her go, Bonnie held her sides and giggled for a minute before she pouted “Yohohou guhuys are mehehean..” Stu reared back with a dramatic gasp, “M-MEAN?! YoU young M-M-Missy sta-a-arted this!” Stu said and waggled his finger at her “You’re not supposed to team up on me!” Bonnie yelled and flailed her long sleeves at the stunt dummy robot. “Hey! Shouldn’t we be going? Don’t want you to be late to your match right?” Janet said and walked towards the front door, Bonnie jumped up and quickly ran over to her sister “YES! Finally! Let’s go!!!” Bonnie said and opened the front door and looked up to Stu. “You coming Uncle Stu?” Bonnie asked and bounced on her heels “YoOoU two g-go ahead. I-I’ll ca-a-tch up.” Stu said and gently waved his hand in a ‘shoo’ motion.

“Ok, but you better show up!” Bonnie said and ran out the door to go find her canon, Clyde. Janet looked at Stu and put a hand on her hip “You ok?” she asked “Y-Yeah, why?” Stu asked and tilted his head slightly “I dunno, you seemed upset earlier and your voice was glitching like crazy!” Janet said with concern “O-Oh. Ye-eah, I’m fine, do-o-on’t worRY ABOut me.” Stu said and gave her a thumbs up. Janet opened her mouth to say something when Bonnie shouted something and Janet looked out to her “COMING!” Janet said and closed the front door behind her.

Stu stood in the middle of the living room and let out a sigh, “H-H-How did I-I mANAGE tO Get stu-u-ck with THose crA-A-A-Azy kidz?” Stu laughed and grabbed his cape and headed out the door after his trio mates.

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(UNGA BUNGA I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD)

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Bullying is strictly forbidden in Brawl Academy

Although tickling may not be considered bullying...

A trade with https://twitter.com/JeckPakerson?t=w0WiQ6r8syjAwWTCfKkxsA&s=09

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tickletober 3: the tickle trap

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IMYM Chapter 7: Should've Could've Would've: Dream

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Moonlight washed over Dream, Cross, and Blue as they talked, laughed, and walked through the Omega Timeline. Epic and Fresh left one way and Dream, Cross, and Blue went the other. The void lacked a natural sky, so the moon and darkness existed because of magic. Weather also existed only by region, not as a whole. Currently, it was a cold breeze, whistling and whispering past them. The skeletons decided on one of the town paths lined with road on one side and buildings on the other.

“Oh! A chickadee!” Dream held his arm out for the black and white bird to perch on. The little animal bounced across his yellow sleeve, pecking between the stitches. Dream smiled. The bird’s talons and beak were too small to hurt. Rather, it tickled. Their body was warm from hot chocolate and their heart was warm with pride and love. Dream’s eye lights drew to the badge on Cross’s jacket, a shield with the letter O reflecting light. It was the entire reason he invited them tonight.

Cross watched them and shook his head. “I still don’t understand your bird-whispering powers. You can handle a hawk on your head and owls are where you cross the line.”

Dream mock glared at his boyfriend. Though to be fair, he didn't understand his gift either. It's been there ever since he was a child and he discovered it by pure accident. It was only birds too. “Have you ever seen their eyes? All they do is stare at you, for hours! And they turn their heads all the way around. Tell me that’s natural! It isn’t!”

“No, owls are tame. Geese are the evil ones.” Blue chimed in. “They're bigger, they're more aggressive, and their beaks and wings hurt! If you put them in a fight, the geese would win immediately."

"Hm, I don't know." Dream pet the chickadee. "They're not so aggressive when you're nice to them. I've never fought one, or pet one, but they're nice. And owls are smart, so they could outsmart the goose . . ."

"So it's brain vs brawl . . . the goose would still win. Cross, help me out, who would win?"

Cross seemed to be trying to distance himself from the conversation until now. He sighed. "I- fine. Dude, if you want to know so bad, here." Cross took a piece of gold out of his pocket, leftover change from the hot chocolate. He flipped it in the air and slapped it on his arm. He lifted his hand. "Owl wins, argument over."

They turned a corner and the Star Sanses base came into view. They may have called it their base, but it appeared more like a clubhouse with rainbow paint on the walls. None of the lights of the two-story building were on. Something was haunting yet beautiful about the way the moon lit up the left side of it. The chickadee ended her song and flew away from him. A tingle went through Dream’s body, though he wasn’t sure why. It was only some light. Perhaps he was still suspicious of Ink leaving them on short notice. He seemed to be in a rush, but Dream didn't believe the lie he wasn't feeling well. It wouldn't be the first time Ink left like that, so he was sure he had nothing to worry about.

It was almost like Blue read his mind. “Shouldn’t Ink be here by now?”

Cross squeezed Dream's hand and hummed, looking up at the building. “He said he was going to be. But knowing him, he probably took a detour to terrorize some AU. Or he fell asleep and shut the light off. I wouldn’t worry about him.”

“I guess you’re right.” Dream stepped up on the light gray steps and knocked on the door. No response. He rang the doorbell. No response. He tugged at the doorknob. Locked. At least it answered one of his questions. Ink almost always forgets to lock the door, so he wasn’t home.

Cross watched Dream pull a key out of his pocket and unlock the door. He looked back at the house. “Do you want me to stay a while, flower? I don't have anything else going on and I have a bad feeling about this."

Dream laughed, used to Cross's paranoia. He increased his positive aura to calm him down. “Weren’t you the one who said not to worry? No, but thank you. The important thing is you making it home safe.” Dream stood on his tiptoes to peck Cross’s foreskull. “I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you, my royal guard." He smiled at the last bit, looking down at Cross's badge, the mark of an official Omega Guard.

Cross looked reluctant, but he squeezed Dream’s hand and let go. “I will. See you tomorrow.”

After Cross teleported away, Blue pulled a key out of his jacket pocket and unlocked the door. The wood creaked into the dark interior. Dream flipped the light on. Everything was the same as they left it. He hung his jacket in a closet, eyeing the staircase. It was still dark. Maybe sleep would help his anxieties. It was a long day.

“Blue? I’m going to bed early, see you in the morning," Dream said.

Blue took off his hat and gloves and looked up at the guardian, who was halfway up the steps already. "Alright. Night, Dream!"

Smiling, Dream walked up to the second floor. He made it to the top and flipped the light on, illuminating the hallway. They stretched and yawned, ready to shut out for the night. He grabbed his door knob, but Ink's door caught his attention. It was half-open. Dream still sensed that strange negative aura he felt this morning.

Dream peered into the paint-splattered bedroom and searched harder for that negativity. Ink could've been struggling with something, and he wanted to help if he was. Unlike the morning, the strongest negativity source was not the corner. It was Ink's bed. He held out his hand to find an exact source, but his powers seemed to fail him. They sighed and were about to leave, but a faint teal light caught their eye.

With curiosity, he crouched down beside Ink’s bed. Something was under it; the negativity energy burned brighter than ever. Dream wrapped his fingers around the thorned stem of a glowing rose and the blue paper attached to it. Two of the bloody points stabbed through the paper, cutting off a few words.

Dream turned the lamp on and unfolded the note, keeping it as close to the light as he could. They recognized the quill-inked handwriting in seconds. He scanned the rest of the letter and gasped, his bones went cold. His hands tingled, paralyzed. They looked back at the rose and called out, “Blue . . . BLUE! BLUE, COME QUICK!”

Dream listened to the frantic footsteps as Blue ran to him. He had to brace himself against the door frame. His left hand carried a kitchen knife. “What is it? What happened?”

“Read this.” Dream handed him the letter. His breathing was shaking as much as his hands now. “It’s Ink, Nightmare kidnapped Ink.”

Blue took it with a confused look. His eye sockets widened as he scanned the paper. “Oh, that . . . that explains things.”

Dream clenched his humerus and paced in a small circle. “I knew something was wrong with him! He’s been acting strange all day, but I thought I was being paranoid! If I hadn’t been such a sugarskull this morning and forced him to talk, Ink would still be-”

“Hey!” Blue set his hands on his shoulders. “Don’t blame yourself! We were all with him today and none of us noticed either. Besides, he was being blackmailed and I believe in him. If he did get kidnapped, he’s cracking bad jokes and making Nightmare’s gang regret ever messing with him.”

Dream imagined Blue's words and let out the breath they held. “I- yes, you’re right. He’s going to be fine, he's fine!” Dream hoped if he said it enough times, he could convince himself it was true. It had to be. He looked over the letter again, smiling with new determination. “It says they went to Outertale. I’ll prepare to go and ask around in case anyone has seen them

The knight’s eye lights turned into stars, “Mweh, heh! That’s the spirit! But I’m going to help too. I’ll go with you and we’ll save him together. In the morning though, we won’t be very helpful in the middle of the night."

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He’s going to be fine. Ink is going to be fine. He’s strong. Stop worrying, everything is fine.

Dream tossed and turned that night. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t fall asleep. Visions formed every time he closed his eye sockets. He imagined Ink alone in Nightmare’s murky dungeon, shivering alone in a corner. Then he envisioned him gagged and tied up as Killer, Horror, and Dust used him as target practice. Nightmare laughed in the background, mocking. Cross told him stories of what happened to Nightmare’s prisoners. The torture, the violence, the personalized torment. None of them made it out alive. The guardian shuddered and channeled his thoughts to kittens and flowers. It helped a little. The torture was only an image, not a prophecy. Guardians could have prophecy dreams, but so far, he was lucky. He still couldn’t sleep.

He didn’t want to jinx it.

It wasn’t even the kidnapping alone that frightened him, it was the fact that Nightmare had done it. Nightmare was stronger than Ink, but luckily not by much if he played his cards right.

Dream sighed and sat up, turning their lamp on and picking their book off the nightstand. He flipped to his bookmark and read, hoping to get his mind on something better. He set his teddy bear in his lap. He knew it was childish for a guardian to sleep with a stuffed animal, but he found it comforting. He pet the plush’s white, almond-scented fur while he read. He used to love that smell when he was young and lived under the Tree of Feelings with his brother. His real brother.

While in the middle of his story, Dream's mind wandered to the one thing he was trying to avoid. How could he sleep like this when Ink is in danger? How could they rest while the entire Doodlesphere was at risk without its protector? Ink had never been kidnapped before, he was smart enough to escape. Or was he overreacting as it has only been a few hours? He was, he knew. But the last time Dream was too late to save someone from the dark’s call . . .

Please don’t forget who I used to be.

No, he wouldn’t let anyone go through that pain again. He promised.

Dream closed the book, set his bear in a sitting position, and slipped out of bed. He picked up his bow and quiver, choosing regular and a few poisoned arrows instead of his magic ones. The magic would draw too much attention, and Dream wanted to try the new herbal concoction he made. They made sure to step carefully so the wood planks stayed silent. Blue kept his door shut, he didn't even snore. They made it to the bottom of the steps and took their coat out of the closet. They had everything they needed now. So with a portal-

Dream gasped at a tug at his soul. His body was encased in a ball of blue light as someone turned him around. Blue held his hands on his hips. His eye sockets were bleary, half-open and sleepy.

“Dream! What did we talk about,” Blue yawned, “a few hours ago?”

Dream looked at his tired friend, ashamed. “I know, I’m sorry. I just have a feeling something terrible is going to happen if we don’t find him as soon as possible. I can do it on my own, please don't worry."

Blue thought for a moment. “Here, how about you sleep in my room tonight? Even if you don't, I’m watching you like a hawk and locking the doors. The last thing anyone needs right now is another one of us getting kidnapped.”

Sighing, the guardian knew he was right. "Okay."

Blue released his magic. Wrapping one arm around his shoulder, Blue led him away from the door and back up the stairs. Dream’s cheekbones glowed as yellow as buttercups.

Blue opened the door to his room. He had a blue rocketship bed in the corner of the room. Action figures covered a set of white shelves on dark blue walls. He also had a bookshelf and closet on the back wall. Painted across the ceiling were stars and constellations. It something they all worked together on.

Sleeping in each other’s rooms was not an unusual concept for the Stars. When the trio had slumber parties, they watched a movie with popcorn and sweets in their pajamas. Then they would all cuddle and fall asleep on the couch together. Dream also invited his friends to his room if they had nightmares or troubles in their minds. His aura and kind words could calm anyone down. He always let others vent to him. It was funny to him it was the other way around.

Blue wrapped an arm around Dream and flicked the lamp off. Having someone to sleep beside him relaxed Dream's thoughts. Ink would be fine.

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As soon as the sun rose into the sky, Dream and Blue set out for Outertale.

The AU was always an endless ocean of night. Colorful stars of white, yellow, and blue, twinkled in the sky. The residents were the only ones who could tell the hour. But that wasn’t a bad thing. Somewhat, Dream could get lost in the stars and forget his problems for a while.

Blue carried the note while Dream held a clipboard. The clipboard had a list with the most likely AUs Nightmare could have hidden Ink. Creating it was the first thing they did this morning, so they missed some AUs. Dream also found pictures of the two. Despite the hope, the most likely answer was Nightmare took the artist to his castle. The castle was a pocket AU no one but he could enter.

His yellow boots were soon covered in moon dust. He followed the most potent source of negative energy he could detect. It was in the direction of the restaurant, so maybe Nightmare left some negative residue. Then Dream could try and use the energy to track him.

They made it to the front two doors of the restaurant, tucked between two other stores. The building was pretty: Ivory white with smooth walls, classy. The place seemed empty.

Dream and Blue walked toward the door. Blue tugged at the handle but it didn’t budge. He tried again. “We’re too early. It doesn’t open until . . . .” He looked closer at the door's sign. “Four pm. How about we ask around? Someone would have to have seen them, Ink isn’t exactly low-key. Neither is your brother.”

Dream hummed and nodded, chuckling at the comment about Nightmare. They thought searching around was the next best thing to do. He wondered what Ink was doing at this moment, pushing the morbid thoughts aside. “Of course. Where should we ask first? Someone could be working around, or Nightmare took him somewhere else after dinner?” He looked into the distance. Outertale was known for its tourism, so it made sense Nightmare would take him somewhere else.

Blue looked around. "I'll take the left side and you take the right! We'll meet back here in an hour. Got it?"

"Got it." Dream waved and set off to the right. Dream sensed the auras of the surrounding citizens. He searched for someone with a specific set of emotions. Perhaps paranoia, guilt, or at least uncertainty. It must be a lingering past feeling. Unfortunately, no one seemed to match that description.

The one that did hit him sent a small shock through his body, just because he wasn’t expecting it. Dream looked to the left and spotted a cat-like monster hiding their face under a hood. The guardian cleared his throat and walked over to them. He had a good feeling in his soul.

“Hi!” Dream waved over. The cat monster turned their attention to him. Dream smiled to look less threatening, more friendly.

"Can I help you?" The monster looked everywhere except at Dream.

"Yes!" Dream cleared his throat. “I'm looking for my friend who was kidnapped around here. It would’ve been around . . . I think seven o'clock? His name is Ink Comyet, he’s a skeleton, a little taller than me, carries around a four-foot-tall paintbrush. He wore a brown jacket last night. His eye lights change color when he blinks and he has a splotch of paint on his right cheekbone. “His kidnapper is named Nightmare Joku. He’s also a skeleton but with four tendrils spiking from his back. He’s also covered in black liquid and has only one teal eye. Usually, he wears a black waistcoat and a chained black cape, though I don’t know what he was wearing. Have you seen them?"

The monster thought about it. They nodded, aura anxious and uncomfortable. “I think I know who you’re talking about. I work at that place over there and . . . they were one of my customers. He didn’t cause any issues. They left and Joku took him through a portal. Ink looked happy enough, he was smiling and bouncing."

Dream messed with his thumb. "Did you see what was inside? Did it look like a castle? Or a dungeon?"

"I didn't see it, it was too dark." The monster looked uncomfortable and turned away from him. "Sorry I couldn't help you, I hope you two find your friend." As they walked off, Dream was left with more questions than answers.

Taking a moment to pause, Dream had to readjust the image in his head. He assumed Nightmare cast a spell on Ink and knocked him out in an alleyway with his magic. But Ink was happy? Someone would have to have noticed Nightmare cast the spell. Does that mean . . . no, he knows Ink, he’s one of his best friends. Ink would never betray him on purpose. Nothing Nightmare could offer could change his mind.

Nothing, they were best friends until the end.

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A week passed; they still couldn’t find a solid trail to Ink. Each time they were close, Nightmare’s aura would fade. Dream proceeded to get more and more frustrated. The nightmares grew more graphic. The image of Ink lying on the floor, hoping for rescue was engraved into the back of his eyelids. He lost hours of sleep imagining it and refused to take any long breaks. They searched for at least three hours a day and did their job the rest.

Another week passed, and no luck.

Dream decided to try a plan that had been brewing in the back of their mind for days now. His negative memories kept him from doing more than considering it a possibility. But now, they were growing desperate. And it was so perfect, so obvious.

He cleared his throat as he approached Blue, who was sketching out a battle strategy in a notebook. Dream held his hands together. “Blue, I’m going to be gone for a few hours.”

Blue looked up from his notepad. “Okay. Just be careful and don’t be gone too long!”

“I won’t be, I’ll be back by sundown.” Dream waved his scepter and stepped into a portal he swore never to return to.

They stepped into a wasteland. Overgrown dull grass grew up to his knees. It looked more like a savannah than a green land. He still could picture the field of bright colorful flowers that grew where he stood. The nearby town was gray and long abandoned. There was nothing but bones and tattered clothes to symbolize people lived there at all. Dream sighed, the memories being too painful to bear. He set his sights on a large hill at the end of the village. Shifting their cape, they walked toward it.

Dream walked up the hill to his childhood home, a place he hadn’t been since breaking free of stone. The stump of his mother lay the same after five hundred years. The oak was worn from time, but still larger than any tree in the multiverse. The trunk was two feet tall and ten times as wide. It used to be twenty feet tall with large foliage, filled with tender gold and black apples. None reminded. Nightmare ate them all when he was corrupted. How did he eat nine hundred ninety-nine apples in such a short time? Dream didn’t know.

He swung one leg over the top of the trunk and pulled himself on top of it. A sense of nostalgia hit him. When he was about eight, he used to run as fast as he could to get back to the tree, challenging himself to jump up the branches. It was hard on some days because he was so tired from working. The villagers always wanted him to help, and Dream was willing to help. Too willing.

It messed him up, leading him to believe his only worth was as a living positive battery. That was why he was so grateful for Cross. While Dream taught him how to feel again and stop living in the past, Cross taught him he was so much more than this magic. Stars he loved him.

He never told Nightmare because he didn’t want to worry him. He was already so nervous and paranoid . . . and Dream was too late when he found out why.

Dream brushed the tree trunk, trying to refuel the connection with it. There should be a warm tingling feeling in his chest, but there wasn’t.

They sighed. “Mom, can you help me? It’s been a long time, I know, but one of my best friends is in danger. Nightmare took him away and I’m afraid he’s going to hurt him or try to turn him evil. I don’t want history to repeat itself. Can you give me a sign everything is going to be okay?”

Dream waited a few moments, staring into the swirling trunk. Nothing happened. The guardian sighed. What was he expecting? An arrow made of flowers pointing in the right direction? A bird to float out of the sky and give him a message? Nim to appear as a spirit and offer him guidance? She’s never answered him before, even when was still 'alive'. Dream didn't believe Nim was dead, she was essentially a goddess. Gods and guardians couldn't die, right? He couldn't die, Ink couldn't die, Error and Nightmare couldn't either.

Nightmare used to joke about how Nim only created them to save herself. She had no love for her sons, and Dream was starting to wonder if he was right. What mother would let this happen to her kids?

Dream curled into his knees and stared out to the broken village. “Ink, what did you get yourself into this time?”