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clonemedickix · 1 year ago

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Rating: E

Word count: 5.7K

Pairing: Captain Rex x OC General Lara Lin x Arc Trooper Fives

Warnings: clone SMUT - Under 18 DNI, foreplay and banter, P in V sex, P in A sex, threesome, oral sex NOT SAFE FOR COSTCO

Excerpt Summary - Lara has a very interesting dream one day…

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Lara was sitting on her hill, peacefully watching the gulls skim over the waves fishing for their dinner. It was a perfect day. The weather was a pleasant temperature, not too humid, with a seaward breeze that came from behind over the land and made the air feel more crisp and clean. She took a deep breath and sighed, lying back on the grass in pure enjoyment. Nobody was looking for her at the moment, she had no jobs outstanding, Rex wasn’t due in for a few more hours from his latest mission. She could just lay here and peacefully exist, watching the waves and sea birds. It didn’t take long for her to dose off, the lulling sound of the ocean dragging her down to sleep beneath the dull roar of the waves.

She dreamed she was back home on Earth. Walking up the stairs to her bedroom, she sensed someone was there in her house, and she was curious who would be waiting for her in her own room. Stepping over the threshold, she spotted the familiar form of Fives. Her heart swelled to see him again; she’d missed him so very much since his death. He was standing in his blacks, no armor in sight, and Lara took a moment to appreciate the smooth, broad shoulders stacked with muscle, the strong back tapering to his rather narrow waist, to the beautifully rounded, firm buttocks. His thick, strong thighs made her fingers tingle at the thought of gliding over their hard surfaces, feeling the edges of the defined muscles beneath the springy hair of his legs.

Fives turned at her approach, smiling lovingly to see her there. He reached out his hands to pull Lara to him, crushing her to his chest in a tight hug. The smell of him; Lara took a deep breath in appreciation of his warm scent. He still smelled like Dr Squatch’s pine tar; it only added to his rugged charm. Fives buried his face in Lara’s neck, taking in the smell of her conditioner that was so singularly hers. It had been a spicy, flowery note to her aura that had always announced her presence; the scent would linger in the room like a ghost when she left, and Fives would always know she’d been there. It was a comforting detail to the clone.

Lara nuzzled her face into the crook of Fives’ neck, her arms around him tightly. “I’ve missed you so much Fives. Every day. Everything about you.” He pulled back a bit so he could look into her eyes.

“Everything?” Fives gave her his little rakish smirk that always made her laugh.

Lara laughed. “Every. Single. Thing.” She stared back into his deep brown eyes, a rising feeling of challenge and need starting to burn within her. Could he sense it?

Fives studied her quietly, the smile never leaving his lips. “I think I could do a little something about your missing me, if you wanted,” he said with a low murmur near her ear.

Lara’s eyes sharpened with focus, desire shining brightly in her luminous blue irises. “Could you?,” she breathed softly.

Fives leaned in and pressed his lips to hers gently, feeling the softness of her mouth, reminding himself of the feel of her after so long. He started to press a little harder, feeling her mouth open to him, her own pressure increasing as she pressed her body more tightly to his. Fives lightly brushed the tip of his tongue over her top lip, a tentative ask, to which Lara responded by meeting his tongue with hers fully. Their kiss suddenly leapt over the edge of gentle to passionate and eager like a brumby leaping over the edge of a cliff to gallop down a mountain. The two were clutching at each other like they had an appointment with the gallows, trying to make every second touching count.

Fives broke away from kissing Lara’s mouth to make a trail of kisses to her jawline, then down her neck. He felt her back arch at the sensation, and she dug her fingertips into the muscles of his back, her gasps almost a wheeze of overstimulation. Fives started to guide her back toward her bed, carefully paying attention that she didn’t trip in the blind walk - her eyes were closed and she was clinging to him like a life rope. At the edge of the large bed, he paused, his hands roaming the curves of her body, then digging into her mass of heavy curls, while she did the same - reacquainting themselves with the planes and curves of each other, both about to start tearing the restraining clothes off the other.

“What… um… what are you two up to here?” A voice spoke from the doorway, causing both Fives and Lara to have small coronaries. Fives was already a ghost; Lara was pretty sure she felt her soul leave her body for a brief moment at the sound of Rex’s voice behind her. Turning to face him, a little shamefacedly, she was about to speak, when Fives beat her to it.

“Lara was taking me to church, Rex. Just a little daily worship of my goddess. Don’t you feel the need to kneel and pray to her?” His tone was half joking, but his eyes snapped with something of desire and eagerness. Lara looked between them surprised - was Fives making a veiled suggestion like she thought he was?

Rex studied them for a moment, and then quietly walked over to the pair. He stepped up behind Lara and pressed himself closely to her, leaning in to kiss her cheek and then her neck. Looking up into her wide blue eyes, filled with shock and curiosity, he smiled a little cheekily and said, “I love kneeling before my goddess.” Rex sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Lara into his lap. Lara looked up at Fives with truly amazed, wide eyes - a situation of this nature had not arisen in her life in thousands of years. She’d never seen it coming from her clones. Rex reached forward and untucked the hem of her shirt, running his hands up beneath it to cup her breasts. Fives reached down and grasped the edge of the garment and lifted it over her head, dropping it to the floor beside him. He pulled his own shirt off as well, revealing his beautifully muscled torso.

Rex unclasped Lara’s bra and let it fall to the floor, his hands returning to form a shelf for her soft, full breasts. Fives leaned down and kissed a trail along her collarbones, then down to the top of her breasts, then gently took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking it lightly, grazing it with the edge of his teeth carefully. Lara moaned at the sensation. She had a moment of panic, unsure what to do with her hands. Reaching back she ran her hands over Rex’s hardening bulge; he widened his legs a bit to give her access, and she massaged his balls lightly through his pants. Leaning her head back on his shoulder, Fives suddenly stood a bit and dove into kissing and sucking on her neck and shoulders, dragging a groan from Lara and a shiver of need. He pulled Lara up to stand for a moment, so Rex could work her tights down over her hips, burying his face in the top of her backside for a moment, kissing her and running a hand over her abdomen sensually. Lara kicked off her shoes and the pants quickly, and Fives reached behind her to pull the blankets and sheets down on the bed. Directing her gently, he pushed Lara to lay back on the bed, shucking his own pants and briefs off, freeing his hard cock from its confinement.

Rex stood quickly and pulled his shirt over his head, watching Lara as he did so, wanting to see her appreciation of his body as he revealed it. Her eyes were fixed on him, watching him hungrily. He undid his belt purposefully, slowly, almost in a teasing manner, then worked to unbutton the fly of his BDUs, one button at a time. Kicking his boots off next, he slowly worked his pants down over his hips, his hard cock popping free of his briefs, a testament to how badly he wanted her. Rex crawled onto the bed and made his way to sit behind her, while Fives laid down next to Lara. Fives pulled her onto his lap, clear of his shaft, pulling her down for a kiss. Her hair drifted around his face, surrounding him in the scent of cedar wood and orange, spice and flowers.

Lara felt Rex place his hands on her hips, pulling at her lightly to get her to raise them up, spreading her in front of him deliciously. Fives gently pushed her back, seeing understanding light her eyes. Lara leaned down and licked the tip of Fives’ hard cock, then took the spongy head into her mouth, gently sucking at it and hearing him moan. Before she could do more though, she felt Rex’s warm breath mist over her sex from behind, just as he ghosted the tip of his tongue over her swollen nub, nipping at it lightly and then pulling it in for a soft suck.

Lara’s eyes flew open and she couldn’t stop the primal groan from rolling out of her. Fives laughed lightly, seeing her face, meeting her eyes with his own darkly dilated. Lara raised her head a little, feeling Rex’s caresses behind her, sighed deeply and then leaned back down to take Fives in her mouth again, this time curling her tongue around his shaft, working him deeper with a careful bob. It was almost too overwhelming to do this, with Rex behind her, and Fives before her; she was afraid Rex would do something that would distract her from being careful. She felt him run his tongue over her folds, then felt him enter her as deeply as he could get himself with his hot tongue, and she moaned again as she worked to give Fives the attention he needed. She pulled at him with alternating light and deeper suction, working her hand at the base of his shaft and to massage his balls. She curled her tongue around his head lovingly and could taste his salty slick in her mouth, as he panted beneath her, working to hold himself back.

Rex moved back to suckling Lara’s sensitive, swollen clit, inserting a finger carefully into her warm, dripping wet pussy. He reached for the slightly rough, spongy nub within her that he knew was the center of her most sensitive nerve bundle, and pressed and rubbed against it carefully, applying gentle and then firmer pressure, feeling her body clench around him greedily. She was so wet and ready, he struggled to have patience. He heard Fives’ moan and knew he was getting close as well, and pulling away from her sex, Rex leaned over her back and asked huskily, “Can you take us both?”

Lara was breathing heavily, her eyes dark with arousal, the smell of both these men filling the room sharp as the tang of something burning. And really, all three of them were on fire, needing release. She nodded a little jerkily, somewhat off balance from her lust and excitement. Rex knew how she would want them without asking. He lay down on his back next to her, reaching for her with soft hands, as she straddled his lap. Fives moved to kneel behind her, his hands on her waist, gently holding her and waiting for her signal.

Rex gasped like a man burned when Lara eased his cock into her slick pussy, taking him all the way in one slow motion, like sheathing a sword. She leaned down and kissed his mouth deeply, their tongues sliding over each other in a slow ballet. She felt Fives pressing against her from behind, and she held her kiss with Rex as she felt Fives gently insert one finger to stretch her, then another, waiting until the muscles relaxed, before withdrawing. He raised her butt a little, pressing the tip of his cock against her tight opening, then slowly, carefully entered her, purring deeply as he felt the tightness of her with Rex inside her as well. Lara moaned deeply, the erotic sensation of the two of them inside of her nearly sending her over the edge, and she felt Rex squeeze her shoulders to steady her. “Not yet, hang on,” he said softly.

The two men started to move in tandem, alternating slow, gentle thrusts. Fives leaned forward some and cupped her breasts, running the tips of his fingers over the nipples and feeling their hard edges snap back in passing. He held them up slightly, seeing Rex lean up to take one in his mouth, suckling her, pulling at her steadily and hard. Lara bucked slightly, thrusting Rex more deeply into her center, feeling the stretch of both men inside of her, filling her up to an impossible degree. Over her shoulder, Fives made eye contact with Rex - he couldn’t hold on much longer.

Fives thrust into her gently but firmly, feeling the tightness of her squeeze and the sensation of Rex’s cock slide past his, divided only by the thin walls of Lara’s body. His fingers dug into her hips, and he closed his eyes tightly, taking a deep steadying breath. Rex looked up at Lara and stared deeply into her eyes - she pitched forward to kiss him, passionately, sucking on his bottom lip and even raking it with her teeth. Rex kissed her back, hard, feeling his own climax rising. He squeezed her shoulders and then reached one hand back to her butt and another he placed over her breast, kneading the soft flesh there, feeling her take her in deeply even as Fives drew back and thrust in. The friction finally sent Rex over the edge and he gasped, kissing her deeply and groaning as he spilled himself inside of her, the spasms driving Fives to his own orgasm as well. As they both came inside of her, the feel of their cocks spurting within her sent Lara into orbit. Her climax hit like a tsunami, rocking through her so that she suddenly thrust down on Rex, crying out as she bottomed him out within her, squeezing him of every last drop of his cum. She felt Fives holding on to her to support her from behind; he didn’t want her to hurt herself in the grip of her orgasm, so he rode with her, hearing her cries and feeling the contractions of her body around him. He coudln’t help himself, he leaned over Lara’s back as she shivered and moaned. Leaning down, Fives placed gentle kisses on her shoulder, carefully withdrawing from her, as she in turn kissed Rex slowly, lovingly. The aftershocks of her orgasm still squeezed Rex’s cock within her, and he reveled in the feel of her tightening on him, his seed starting to drip around him, making her even wetter than before.

“I could keep going, my goddess. Do you want me to keep fucking you?” His voice was rough and scratchy after crying out with his climax. He was so turned on by her, so in love that he coudln’t believe he was still hard, not even feeling the effects of having come once. Lara nodded drowsily. Rex rolled her onto her back and moved to stand beside the beside the bed, pulling her towards him and raising her ankles to his shoulders. He thrust into her smoothly and firmly, as Fives moved to be closer to her head from behind. As Rex thrust into her, Fives leaned over and kissed Lara deeply, his hand reaching over to caress her breasts, flicking the nipples gently, then wandering softly down to her swollen, sensitive clit. Lara moaned deeply, feeling him make gently soft circles around it as Rex fucked her, his thighs slapping against hers. There was no noise she could identify other than a rushing of blood in her ears, the assertive smack of Rex’s flesh against hers, and Fives’ soft breath near her ear.

She felt the wave of her climax approaching again, as Fives leaned over to suckle her breast, alternating between her nipple and her mouth. He gave her his tongue, running it over her hard palate, exploring her, tasting her, gently taking her bottom lip and pulling at it. Meanwhile he kept up the pressure on her nub, circling and applying pressure, feeling her muscles starting to tighten up for her finale. Rex started to thrust harder, pushing himself as deeply as he could get, feeling her walls start to close in around him again, and he saw Lara suddenly arch her back and let out a choked scream. Her tight pussy suddenly clamped down on him in rhythmic spasms and Rex lost himself in her, spilling over into her depths again, even as her contractions squeezed at him, massaging his cock deliciously. He moved within her for a few more moments, more lazily, wanting to savor the feel of her aftershocks and warmth. Finally, not wanting to overstimulate her, he leaned down and kissed her mouth softly.

“That was so good, my love. You did so good for me and Fives.” Lara heard Fives murmur agreement next to her, as he softly caressed her belly with his hand.

“I think we owe her a nice shower, don’t we, Rex?” Fives asked quietly.

Rex smiled down into her eyes, answering, “Of course we do.” He stood up, watching Fives dismount the bed and head to the bathroom to get the water on and warming. Rex leaned down and scooped Lara up into his arms, carrying her gently to the bathroom. Once he stepped into the large shower, he set her on her feet carefully, making sure she didn’t slip. Fives stepped into the shower with them, picking up her loofah and dropping some of her soap on it. The scent of lavender and vanilla swirled with the steam of the large tiled stall, and Fives moved to stand behind Lara, while Rex took some soap on his hand and started to rub it onto the soft skin of her front, still supporting her with one hand around her waist. Lara relaxed into his grasp, feeling them tenderly lather her , gently washing her body. They cleaned up all evidence of their lovemaking, while planting soft kisses on her wet skin, making her tingle with the sensation of their touch.

Rex ran his hands over her curves again, relishing the feel of the planes of her bones beneath the muscle. His fingers trailed down her abs to her mound, gently cupping it and applying pressure to her there, feeling her sigh in contentment and want. His fingers advanced gently, and he slipped one inside of her, feeling her spread her legs a bit to give him room, as Fives leaned down and kissed her neck and shoulders, tracing back up to kiss beneath her ear. He gently took her lobe into his mouth, biting it lightly and hearing her gasp. Lara felt her legs weaken a bit at the feel of Rex’s fingers applying pressure to her G spot firmly, almost tapping it or dragging softly across it, eliciting a groan from her lips. Fives turned her head to himself and kissed her mouth as Rex leaned forward to kiss her neck and shoulder, the pressure of his fingers getting more insistent, the palm of his hand pressing against her clit in just the right amount. Rex’s kisses trailed down to her breast, his left hand cupping her right, raising it so he could take the nipple into his mouth. He licked it, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, lapping at it slowly and then sucking at it slowly.

His fingers dove into her more insistently, and he knew he was on the right track as Lara’s ability to stand started to waver. Fives grasped her at the waist, helping to support her and hold her up so that Rex could continue his ministration, even as Fives worked to kiss and bite her on the neck, raking his teeth over the sensitive skin. Suddenly Lara fell off the edge, her orgasm rocketing through her body like an earthquake. Shaking, Fives took her weight and held her, as her body spasmed around Rex’s finders, and she cried out, tears dropping from her eyes at the intensity.

Rex looked deep into her eyes and said, his voice deep and sultry, “Did you like that, my goddess? Coming on my fingers? Feeling me fuck you like that?” Lara opened her eyes to gaze into his, the liquid brown pools shot through with golden flecks that always mesmerized her. She nodded languidly, still coming down from her high, resting in Fives’ arms. “What do you want us to do now, General? How else can we show you we worship you?” He saw her look change to something of exhausted defiance for a moment - his question struck her as slightly demanding, but damn they were making her feel so good. Seeing her hesitation and fight, Rex said a little more sternly, “Come on goddess, use your words. Tell us what you want me and Fives to do to your body.”

Taking a deep breath, Lara stood with Fives’ help and steadied herself. “I want to sit on Fives’ lap while you take me from behind, Rex. I want you to fill me up again, until I scream or cry or both, and we can’t function after.” She felt Fives laugh softly, his breath ghosting next to her cheek.

“You’re gonna let me in that tight pussy this time?,” he asked her, turning her head so he could get to her mouth. Fives kissed her slowly, a simmering lust on the edge of their action.

When he released her she breathed, “Yes. I want you to in my pussy, Fives. Who knows when I’ll see you again, get to touch you again? I want to make this last.”

Fives glanced over her shoulder at Rex and nodded. Reaching back he turned off the water of the shower and Rex stepped outside to grab towels. They dried Lara off carefully, gently, wrapping her up in its soft fluffy length, then both hurriedly dried themselves. Fives stepped over to her and swept her up in his arms, carrying her back to the bed still wrapped in her towel. He sat on the edge of the bed and scooted back to lean back against the pillows and headboard, pulling Lara onto his lap. She straddled his hips carefully, leaning forward to kiss his mouth softly at first, then more deeply. Fives opened his mouth under hers, his tongue searching for her own. They glided over each other, making out heatedly, her hands around his neck, her fingers spreading out to cruise through his short, thick hair.

She felt Rex settle on the bed behind her, on his knees. He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder, her neck, alternating soft sucks and little grazing bites with his incisors. At one point he nipped her a little harder, as if to get her attention, and she straightened, turning her head to kiss him, leaning back into his chest as Fives reached forward and undid her towel, pulling it off of her and letting it pool on the bed next to them. Lara could feel Fives’ cock hardening beneath her, and when Rex pressed himself against her back, she felt the tip of his own shaft stab into her, letting her know he was ready as well. Reaching below her with her right hand, she grasped Fives’ hard cock and rubbed the tip along her wet, hot cleft, seeing his eyes close in bliss at the sensation. She adjusted her seat and slid him home, hearing his moaning sigh at her tight squeeze, taking him deeply within.

Behind her she felt Rex press the tip of his cock against her other opening, letting it gently stretch the muscle there, waiting for her to relax, then slowly thrusting himself into her. She was so tight, he wanted to lose himself immediately, riding her until she bucked and he came in something near an explosion, but instead he took a deep, calming breath and rested his forehead against her shoulder. They all took a moment to get used to the feel of each other, breathing quietly simply together for a moment.

Lara looked into Fives’ eyes and nodded, feeling him slowly start to move within her, working in tandem with Rex. Again, the push/pull of them inside of her, their cocks brushing each other with only the thin wall of her vagina to separate their actions stirred the men to their climaxes quickly. Rex reached around Lara’s body to gently stimulate her clit, moving in small circles and giving pressure as he knew she liked. Fives held her body to himself closely, watching her face as they fucked her gently, lovingly. They wanted to give her pleasure, they wanted to worship her with their bodies. She was their goddess, the love of their lives, and they would do anything for her. Fives could tell she was getting close as she started to draw deeper pulls of air, started to arch her back into Rex. Rex wrapped his arms around her as she rested her head back into the crook of his shoulder, relishing the feel of them filling her up with their cocks. Fives leaned forward to caress her breasts, again suckling at her deliciously and tasting the salt of her skin, the residual of her soap on his tongue. He started to thrust a little harder, wanting to get as deeply in her as he could, hearing her moan as her finish came ever nearer.

Rex was being gentle from behind. He could see Fives’ eagerness to fuck Lara, to pound her a little from below, and he didn’t want to turn their pleasure into pain for her. So he kept a slow and steady movement, feeling her body squeeze around him, glorying in the feel of her smooth skin, the curve of her hips. His finger still made small circles on her swollen, tight clit, and he felt it start to spasm the tiniest bit, knowing she was about to finish. Looking at Fives he said, “Now Fives, cum in her now. Give it to her.”

Lara’s eyes opened like a cat’s eyes, small slits of pleasure that showed the glowing blue beneath. As she saw Fives let go, releasing himself within her, she felt her own orgasm hit her as Rex continued to stimulate her nub. Even as her climax hit and she bucked, Rex held her, kept his fingertip over her, applying pressure in a button pressing fashion, feeling her lose control as the contractions rolled through her. She pitched forward into Fives’ arms as Rex began to finish himself, thrusting into her harder now that Fives was done, the last vestiges of her orgasm vibrating against his cock in her ass. With one final thrust, Rex came, spurting thick, hot ropes of cum inside of her, feeling his own delicious spasms squeeze the last of his white gold into her. Rex bent over, placing kisses on her shoulder, then pulled out, laying beside her on the bed. Reaching over he pulled Lara off of Fives’ lap and snugged her body to his, while Fives took the damp towel and gently placed it between her legs to keep her clean from their endeavors. He lay on his side to face her, both men snuggling into her body, sated, feeling safe and at home with the goddess. Lara felt herself drifting off to sleep, secure in their arms, a pleasant fullness in her body, satisfied and tired.

Lara woke with a start, her eyes a little confused and wild wondering where the hell she was. The sun was bright over her head and she covered her eyes with her forearm quickly to give herself shade. A shadow stepped into the bright light of the sun; when her retinas recovered from their shock at the blinding light, she was able to focus on Rex. He wore a very bemused expression, his eyebrows raised and his eyes full of question.

“What uh… whatcha been doing up here, Lara?,” he asked carefully.

“Pretty sure I was sleeping,” she said a little evasively.

“And do you feel rested, after that ‘sleep’ you just had?” Rex quirked one eyebrow up and studied her with a mischievous little smirk.

Lara looked at him gaugingly for a moment. “Okay what was I doing?” She was waiting for the shoe to drop now. Had she been up here writhing and moaning? How embarrassed should she be. Who might have seen her? Oh god. Who might have seen her? Her face took on a comically horrified expression as the questions started to tumble around in her brain. “Please god tell me whatever I did, only you saw.”

Rex laughed softly and looked up, glancing back down the hill toward the town. “Far as I know, nobody saw you. But you were up here moaning a bit, and I distinctly heard you call both Fives and my name. So again I ask - what have you been up to in that mind of yours?” He knew in her pregnant state she often got quite demanding about her needs, but she’d never done this before. He was very curious what had been going on in her head.

Lara sat up, as Rex crouched down next to her, watching her patiently. He could see the wheels turning behind her eyes as she groped with the lingering heat of the dream, while she tried to come up with words that might explain herself to him. “It’s a good thing for you Fives isn’t here.”

“Because?,” he said slowly.

“Because in my debauched state, I may have enticed the two of you to take me together …” Rex’s eyebrows shot toward the sky. “… More than once.” His mouth opened a little in shock. Intrigued shock.

Rex sat back a bit on his haunches, grappling with that mental image. “So what you’re saying is, I shared you with Fives?” He had the most interesting smile playing at the corner of his mouth, like he wasn’t sure if he liked the idea, or simply didn’t know what to do.

Lara cleared her throat, feeling a dull creeping flood of embarrassment hit her. She knew she was blushing, and she brought her hands up to her face for a moment to hide her errant grin and giggles. Rex was old fashioned; she doubted she ever had to worry about him sharing her in the bedroom with anyone in this life. But she could tell the mental images of her dream intrigued him, quite against his will. “Um, yes, Rex, that’s what I’m saying. As I said it’s a good thing Fives isn’t here.”

Rex watched her face for another moment then stood and reached a hand down for her. Lara took the help and stood, falling into his arms when he pulled her to his body, wrapping his arms around her waist tightly. Rex murmured into her ear, “I guess I could always go see what Primer was doing…”

Lara gasped, scandalized and smacked his arm in surprise. “You would not!”

Rex laughed, surprised at her vehement reaction. “I could call Echo, I guess, too - at least he would remember what you liked… But Primer definitely has wanted into the club, you know.” Laughing. He was laughing behind his eyes, and was barely keeping in a real fit of chuckles. Lara knew he was joking - the man would never share her in real life at the same time as another. He wanted her all to himself when they were alone. But he was entertained by her embarrassment at the moment and was really digging the hooks in. “Hang on I have my comm here, let me just get Primer called up.”

Lara turned on her heel to stomp off. Over her shoulder he heard her words float back, “Do that Rex, and I’ll fuck him and make you sit there and watch.”

“Ooohhh, exhibitionist now are we? What if I like that idea?!” He saw two snapping bright blue eyes flash back at him as her pace got more choppy and angry. He laughed out loud at that point. Running to catch up to her, Rex grabbed her by the shoulders and turned to trot backwards for a couple of steps until she stopped. He quickly took the chance to kiss her, passionately, snogging her thoroughly for a moment, before pulling away and smiling into her eyes. “I can’t provide Fives for you, Lara, but I can do my best to remind you of how much I love you, if you’ll give me a chance.” He saw her expression soften, and added, “But if you call me Fives I’m gonna be forced to bend you over my knee and smack that butt of yours.”

Lara’s face broke up into a laugh, and she let Rex hug her to his chest. She kissed him back, feeling her desire for him rise, knowing the dream might never be a reality, but Rex was real and present and here, willing to give her everything he had for a moment of shared bliss. She ran her hands over his tight butt cheeks, grasping them and pulling his body to hers tightly, feeling the slight bulge of his hardening cock against her. As a last gesture, she ran her hand over his package, grasping his length firmly and handling his balls like a soft coin purse. He moaned softly in the back of his throat, his kiss deepening dreamily. Lara pulled away, and he could almost see the snarky reply before it formed and bubbled to the surface. “Okay. I’ll call you Primer.” She gave him a wink moved briskly past his body and reached back a firm smack on his ass, then broke into a sprint, laughing as she ran from him like a thoroughbred from the gate.

She heard Rex’s bemused, half laughing yell from behind her, “You’re so gonna get it, Lara! I know where you live!!!”

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neyswxrld · 1 year ago

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the swamp cactus

Gree x reader (gn)

summary: Buying a Christmas tree with Gree!

warnings: none

word count: ~600

advent calendar masterlist

a/n: this is the fourteenth fic for my advent calendar!

"What about this one?" Gree asks, pointing at another pretty tree.

"Hm, I don't know," you say, looking at it skeptically.

"Why not? It's pretty, the branches are well-proportioned, and it has a rich green," he says, and you nod. It really is a pretty tree.

"Yeah, you're right... But what about that one?" you ask him, pointing at another one next to it. It's small and... Well, it's small. The needles are very pointed, and it reminds you more of a cactus than a Christmas tree, and the green color makes you think of a swamp. All in all, the tree is ugly. Simply said.

Gree looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"I thought you wanted the prettiest Christmas tree this year," he says, reminding you of your own words.

"Yeah, I know... But look at all those beautiful trees," you start to explain, and Gree nods as he's looking around.

"All of those trees are going to be bought sooner or later. They're going to find a happy family. Only this little one is going to stay here alone, because it's ugly. And then, after Christmas, it's going to be fire wood and it fell for nothing," you explain, looking up to Gree and squeezing his hand a little bit.

"Well, if you see it that way, every tree fell for nothing. They're standing in living rooms, making a nice decoration, and after that, they still end up as firewood. Besides, that tree looks like a swamp cactus," he more or less explains to you, saying aloud what you've been thinking only seconds ago.

"Yeah, I know, but... But I want the ugly one. It is going to be alone on Christmas," you almost whisper, a little bit embarrassed by your own thinking process. It's just a tree, you're not adopting a pet. You know that. But still...

"So you want to buy the ugliest tree because you have pity?" he tries to understand you, looking a bit confused.

"Yes?" you ask more than say, making some puppy eyes in his direction.

Shaking his head, he sighs before saying, "Okay. If this is what you want."

Almost excited, you nod, trying to grab the tree and take it with you. It's a little unwieldy, but you're happy that Gree decides to help you.

Together, you carry the swamp tree to your home, placing it in a tree stand and waiting for its branches to spread out the whole way.

A few days later, the two of you start to decorate the tree.

First, you put on some fairy lights, followed by red and golden baubles and some other shiny things. The needles pick at your skin more often than not.

Last but not least, it's only the star on top that has to be put on.

Normally, you would take out a ladder, but the tree is small enough that Gree should be able to put it on top without any problems.

Gree thinks otherwise and carefully grabs you by the hips. Squeaking, you grab his hands as tightly as you can, scared of falling down. "Oh!" you call out, startled by his actions.

"What, you don't trust me?" he asks, a bit comically, grabbing you a little bit tighter.

"Of course I trust you," you assure him, slowly letting go of his hands and taking the star. Carefully, you place it on top.

When he puts you down again, you two stand in front of the tree, looking at it skeptically.

"I mean, the baubles don't make it worse," you say, and Gree agrees.

"What an ugly Christmas tree."

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kotemf · 3 months ago

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If soldier, why so buir shaped?

(You can find this on Ao3 too.)

Fox was never particularly fond of cadets.

During their training on Kamino, they were sometimes assigned to watch younger troopers and train with them. Fox hated those training sessions. Cadets were... they were tiny. Fragile. Fox always spend the session in fear of breaking their little bones. The cadets for their part were usually afraid of Fox. Fox didn't really know why. It certainly wasn't his face, the cadets liked the rest of his batchmates just fine and they loved Cody and Wolffe.

Nat-born children tended to fear the clones, even if the Coruscant guard was there to help them, to protect them. They all learned not to take it personally, the armor probably did look rather intimidating to normal people and there were also loads of anti-war propaganda that usually antagonized clones because they were the ones who were fighting, it didn't matter to them that they only fought because they had to.

So yes, Fox was quite surprised when a random Zabrak child ran up to him, hugged him and refused to let go. He looked around. There were no anxious parents looking for a lost kid.

"Hey, what are you doing here all alone?" Fox tried his best to not look like a big, scary clone commander. He could tell his efforts weren't successful. In his defense, appear non-threatening in a full set of armor and a blaster strapped to your thigh was a pretty difficult task. The child didn't look scared of him, though. Quite the opposite.

They didn't answer.

"What's your name?" Fox tried instead. He wasn't good at guessing people's age but this child was at least five standard years old. Five years old nat-borns were old enough to know their name, right?

The child muttered something Fox didn't quite catch.

"Can you say it louder?"

"I don't have a name."

"You don't?" Now that was a situation Fox wasn't prepared for. As far as he knew, nat-borns were supposed to have names. According to everything he's ever read about nat-borns, parents usually named their child whie they were still a baby. They weren't like clones, who had to wait for when their batchmates picked them a name, usually based on something they did or something they liked.

The little Zabrak nodded. After taking a closer look, Fox guessed they were most likely male but he wasn't certain.

"Where are your parents?"

"I don't know."

"Alright. I will take you to my office now and we will find them."

"No! I'm not supposed to find them."

"What do you mean?" Nat-born children were supposed to love their parents, or at least Fox has always thought that. Because why wouldn't they? Nat-born parents weren't like the Kaminoans, emotionless and only caring about perfection. They weren't like the trainers, only trying to get the best results out of their trainees no matter what it cost. They weren't a genetic template who only wanted one son and money and didn't care about anyone else. No, parents were an entirely different thing. They loved their children, they protected their children and they provided for them. So why exactly wouldn't this nameless kid be supposed to find their parents?

The child shrugged. "They left me here and told me not to follow them."

Alright, that was weird. It almost sounded as if these parents wanted to get rid of their kid so they just left him alone on a random place on Coruscant? "Do you like your parents?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"They are mean."

So apparently parents could be mean. Fox supposed he was going to have to work with that. "And why did you come to me?"

"Because you feel kind."

"What?"

"You feel kind," the kid repeated themselves. Fox had no idea what that was supposed to mean.

"Okay. Now we will go to my office and get you something to eat, what do you say?" Fox hoped he was doing this right. He had no idea how to talk to children.

"Okay."

Bringing a child into the Coruscant Guard's headquarters was a big deal, apparently. Fox didn't do anything more than sit the kid in his office and give him a glass of water and some of the priced treats Fox sometimes got from the nicer senators that he liked to give shinies and his comrades in particularly bad situations. The only other food available were ration bars and that was no food for a child.

Not that the kid was in need. Ever since Fox brought him in, troopers have been coming into his office, bringing the child treats that Fox didn't really know where they got from, makeshift toys or just to take a look.

"Aww, he's so tiny!" Thire cooed upon seeing the kid.

"Told you he's a cute little thing."

"Shut up, Thorn. It's not my fault I had senate duty and couldn't come to look at him sooner."

Fox made a show of covering the kids ears. 'Shut up' wasn't by far the worst thing that the troopers said and Fox usually didn't mind but there was a child in the room!

"I never would have guessed that marshal commander I have a stick up my ass Fox would become such a buir." Thorn grinned at him. He seriously had to stop swearing around the child or else. And Fox shouls also probably get rightfully offended to save his reputation of having, as Thorn put it, a stick up his ass.

"So that's how you address your commanding officers?"

"Apparently."

"You know, senator Clovis requested a bodyguard to accompany him to a meeting with banking clan..."

"No. Not Clovis. Please. I beg you." Thorn seemed terrified. Any trooper would. Senator Clovis was always rather awful to clones and he was so suspicious the Corries had a betting pool on when he openly defected to the Seppies.

"Maybe if you will kindly stop swearing in front of a child, I might consider looking further, even if you certainly have all the required skills."

"Yeah, sure. Anything. Just not Clovis."

Fox decided to take that as a promise. The kid didn't seem to get what was going on but he wasn't complaining. A darling really.

It was a few hours later that the boy started to get bored. Fox tried entertaining him with a holo movie but that didn't work, the child felt the need to share what was going on the screen every minute or so. So Fox downloaded him a video game. That seemed to work. Until now.

"Do you really have to work?"

"Yes."

"Why do you have to work so much?"

"Because I have things that need to be done and I have a certain amount of time for each of them. Like this form that I'm filling right now, this one needs to be done today," Fox did his best to explain. In his humble opinion, he was getting pretty good at answering the kid's curious questions.

"Oh... Okay. And will you play with me when you're done?"

"I will have some more work then but we can play when I'm done, okay?"

"Okay."

The kid was clearly trying to be quiet. He wasn't very good at it. He was either kicking into Fox's desk, opening random drawers and then always sighing in disappointment when there was nothing but stacks of paper work, or quietly humming to himself. It was distracting but Fox let it slide. He remembered how difficult it was for him and his batchmates to stay silent when they were cadets. The only thing keeping them quiet was their fear of the Kaminoans and the trainers and he didn't want this sweet little thing to ever experience something like that.

"Fox?"

"Yes, kiddo?"

"Will you get angry if I make things float?"

"What?"

"If I make things float," the boy repeated himself.

Fox wondered for a bit if floating had any other meaning than, well, floating. He didn't think of anything so he just assumed it was some kind of a game. "Of course I won't get angry."

The child beamed at him. Then the boy reached out with his hand and made the data pad Fox borrowed him float.

And that's how the Coruscant Guard got their Jedi.

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mythical-illustrator · 1 year ago

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Hi, Babes!

Thank you for sending this in @moon-wrecked 💙, and I hope you enjoy it so so much!!! I got carried away, and this is not 7 sentences…it’s 14. Enjoy 🤣💙💙

Warnings: unprotected piv sex (use protection irl), biting, marking, taunting and teasing, oral (f receiving) enemies to lovers 👀 MINORS DNI! This is nsfw, costco, or in the same room as anyone who can see over your shoulder and doesn’t mind peaking at your screen 😅

Alpha-17 was absolutely frustrating in every way possible, and nothing you ever did seemed to meet his obscenely high standards, as he was constantly critical of every breath you took, every choice you made, and even which language you spoke around the cadets, so to say you were looking forward to an evening without his company was an understatement.

You had curled up in the window seat in your quarters that overlooked the tumultuous grey expanse of Kamino’s oceans, which mirrored the frustration you felt, as you realized you’d given up everything you’d ever known on the hope that you were doing the right thing, and the universe had rewarded you with its most aggravating asshole.

You frustrated Alpha just as surely as he frustrated you with your boundless optimism, slightly chaotic energy, and your willingness to stand toe to toe with him, which should have been enough to make him dislike you, but it made him respect your fearless spirit, and aroused him to no end, so he found himself baiting you at every given opportunity to watch that fire in you flare up just for him.

Fortunately for him, you had a tendency to forget things around Tipoca City, which gave him an excuse to bring you the bracelet you were always playing with, and to needle you for leaving it lying around like one of the cadets in your care; he chuckled to himself at the thought of your lovely face when you opened the door and saw him, and he knew you’d be spoiling for a fight.

When you opened the door, his plan to rile you up was derailed by the sight of you out of your uniform, as you were only wearing a tank top and shorts, which left so much of your gorgeous skin on display, begging for his fingers to explore, touch, mark, and claim you like he’d been wanting to do for weeks now.

You looked up at him, filling the doorway with his massive frame, which you noted was covered only by his body glove, leaving nothing to the imagination and confirming everything you’d ever imagined about him when your mind would drift to him while your hand drifted past your waistband on those lonely rainy nights.

He held up your bracelet, moving it out of your reach when you made to grab it, asking you why you kept leaving your things all over the place when you had a perfectly nice room to keep them in, which pushed the buttons he wanted, as you stood up straighter and demanded he hand over your bracelet, so he told you to come and take it from him.

As always when it came to him, you were ready and willing to meet the challenge, launching yourself at him before you remembered that neither one of you was dressed properly, but you were past the point of no return, and he caught you easily, holding you firmly against his chest, as your legs wrapped as best as they could around him, pressing your core up against him, eliciting a soft little moan that made him hungry for you.

He gripped your ass firmly, moving into your room and closing the door, as he cupped the back of your head and stole a kiss from you, his tongue slipping into your mouth, tasting you and swallowing every moan that rose out of your throat, and while he wanted to take his time, he was also desperate to watch you fall apart on his cock.

He laid you down in the window seat, kissing and biting his way down your body, planning to leave marks for every time you challenged him, every time you made him want you, you arched into his mouth, your hands gripping his shoulders, as he reached your shorts and tossed them aside before using his lips, his tongue, and his fingers to prepare you to take him.

You were wet and sweet, and he could have spent hours making you come on his tongue, while you moaned his name in that beautiful voice of yours that was currently begging for him to ruin you; you had no idea what you were asking for, and he knew he couldn’t lose control with you no matter how easy it would be to give into every urge telling him that you were his to do with as he pleased.

Every nerve ending in your body was on fire, as Alpha explored you like uncharted territory on a new world, and you were on the edge of being overwhelmed even as you begged for more, attempting to goad him into giving you what you wanted with your smart ass mouth, but he couldn’t be moved.

There was a thin sheen of sweat on your body when Alpha finally deemed you ready for him, and he slowly pressed his cock into your dripping wet pussy, which had you writhing and digging your nails into his biceps as he stretched you open, leaving you gasping for breath, as he sank deeper and deeper into you, driving out every urge you had to push his buttons or drive him crazy with anything other than your submission.

He spent the rest of the evening filling you with his cum, as he dismantled you and put you back together over and over, slipping your bracelet onto your wrist as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, but if your moans were any indication he had a feeling you’d be forgetting things more often.

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mae-lou-ron · 24 days ago

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For Granted

Summary: Your beloved Gregor returns from a weeks-long mission for the clone underground, and after a long night filled with debriefings, he can’t wait to show you just how much he missed you while he was gone.

Pairing: Captain Gregor x f!reader

Warnings: 🚨 NSFW - SMUT AHEAD 🚨, 18+ MDNI, explicit sexual content and language, established relationship, mutual pining, cockwarming, unprotected PiV, edging, delayed orgasm, praise, soft!Dom Gregor, pleasure!dom Gregor?, oodles of fluff, Gregor can't keep his eyes (or hands) off you, color system safe words (only green used), aftercare, this is what I call a plot/smut/plot sandwich.

Word Count: 4,700

A/N: GOBBLE GOBBLE GREGOR GIRLIES. Happy to report I am posting this way earlier than I thought would be possible. (I finally did it @jetii, @captn-trex @lonewolflupe— again thank you for your constant inspiration and encouragement) This is the first smut I’ve ever posted and I guess decided to just go for it. I don’t know what to tell you, I just feel like Gregor would be such a soft and needy little pleasure dom. Okay, bone apple tea my fellow feral goblins. DO NOT PERCEIVE ME.

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It was late—very late.

The away team shuttle had touched down hours ago, but before you could greet Gregor properly, Rex had swooped in and intercepted him before he even made it down the gangplank. Their mission to the ruins of Tipoca City had proven successful, and Rex wanted to know everything.

For nearly two weeks, they dove beneath the old cloning facility's wreckage, searching the depths for anything that survived the orbital bombardment—especially for anything that could help them better understand the inhibitor chips. As you observed him from across the holotable, you noted the exhaustion that marked your beloved's features. His bloodshot eyes had dark circles beneath them, and though he tried his best to stay alert and focused, the weariness was clearly setting in. Yet, despite his current state, Gregor's gaze kept finding its way back to you, his lips curving into a small smile whenever your eyes met.

You listened and updated the data banks while Rex thoroughly questioned Gregor and his team about their operation. When Rex was finally satisfied with what was recovered, the meeting adjourned. As you gathered your things, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Gregor, hoping this was finally the moment for your long-awaited reunion—but he remained deep in conversation with Rex, their heads bent together. You sighed inwardly but couldn't help glowing with admiration for him.

He was probably the most lighthearted of his brothers, but Gregor showed unwavering dedication to his work—particularly when it involved Rex. After all, Rex had orchestrated Gregor's rescue from the Empire by sending the Bad Batch to extract him, saving Gregor from the Empire's grim plans for clone troopers like himself.

Rex's relentless pursuit to understand and neutralize the inhibitor chips strengthened Gregor's dedication to the mission. For Gregor, helping Rex wasn't just about loyalty—it was about preventing other clones from enduring the same fate. This devotion extended to everyone Gregor held dear, including you. He had become not only your lover but your best friend and closest ally in the growing clone rebellion. You had become one of the few anchors in each other’s lives that had been plagued with uncertainty.

From your first meeting, you were irresistibly drawn to him—and he made no effort to hide his magnetic attraction to you. Even now, his keen eyes would seek you out first whenever he entered a room. True to form, Gregor's gaze shifted to you over Rex's shoulder again, silently expressing his longing to be near you after so many days apart. You caught his eye and flashed a playful smirk, pressing a fingertip to your lips before extending it toward him. He would always wink in return. Though your relationship was no longer a secret, you both treasured this little ritual—a wordless exchange of adoration between the two of you.

Back in your quarters, you changed into your sleep clothes and settled into bed. Propped against pillows with your data pad in hand, you intended to review the new data decryptions while waiting for Gregor's return, hoping he might have more enticing ways to keep you awake. But the warmth of your bed and the quiet hum of recycled air lulled you to sleep with surprising swiftness. Your eyes grew heavy, thoughts of him blurred behind your lids until you drifted off.

A short while later, you stirred from a light sleep when you felt the bed dip. With gentle hands, Gregor retrieved your fallen data pad and slid under the covers behind you. His strong arms enveloped you, drawing you against his chest.

"Stars, I've missed you, my darling," Gregor sighed into the space between you. Your eyes fluttered open as his lips pressed into the back of your shoulder, sending a thrill down your spine.

The familiar spicy scent of him filled your nose—he must have hit the fresher before coming to bed. You hummed contentedly and turned within his arms to face him, your lips curling into a sleepy smile. "Missed you too," you murmured.

Gregor's tired eyes were filled with warmth and adoration in the dim light. His hand gently cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin. "Sorry I'm late..."

"S'okay," you leaned into his touch. "You're here now, and at least I know you're not just another dream," you said into his chest as you yawned.

Gregor's heart thrummed at your words. The thought of you dreaming about him stoked the ever-present desire he seemed to hold for you. "How's the burn?" he asked instead, softly moving his hand down, fingertips skimming over the fresh scars on your hip.

"All healed now. Rex was right, of course," you grumbled. The former captain had benched you from field work due to the blaster fire that grazed you on your last mission. Though you'd insisted it was healed enough, Rex wouldn't budge. You knew he was right, but being sidelined grated your nerves— especially since it was your intel they were operating on.

"You really scared me for a minute there, you know," Gregor whispered, his voice lilted with emotion as his fingers traced the newly healed scar.

You kissed the tip of his nose and gave him a knowing smile. "You should know better than anyone, love. It takes more than that to keep someone down," you murmured, covering his hand with your fingertips. A pitchy chuckle escaped him as he pressed his forehead to yours, recognizing the echo of his own resilient spirit in your words. But his face fell incrementally as he found his next words.

"I still wish you could have been there, on Kamino," he confessed, his voice solemn. He didn’t have to say anything, but you knew how strange returning to Kamino was going to be for him. He had his brothers with him, but you’d hoped to be there for him too.

"You just wanted a chance to see me in my swimming gear," you quipped instead.

Gregor's eyes sparkled as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth with a quiet rumble. "Can you blame me? Thinking of you in any state of undress was all I had to keep me sane out there," his words and lips danced against your cheek.

You squirmed in his embrace as his hand trailed up and down your body, fingertips once again sweeping over the swell of your hip. "But I always love seeing my cyare like this…" he added, his warm hand giving you a playful squeeze, referring to the teeny tiny shorts you often wore around your shared quarters, just for him.

“Oh? And why is that?” You said with a raised eyebrow, feigning ignorance at how his eyes would habitually follow you around whenever you wore them. Not to mention the mischief he would promise when he saw you wearing any of his clothing, and tonight you had grabbed one of his shirts to sleep in.

“Because it’s what you’re comfortable in,” he sighed contentedly as his fingers slipped under the hem, grazing the soft skin at the small of your back.

Being under his focus with such reverence made your heart pound in your ears, his magnetic touch constantly drawing you in. Your fingers traced the line of his jaw. "Will you just kiss me, already?" you whispered, forgetting your teasing.

Gregor hummed as his lips met yours, sweet and gentle, his hands rediscovering every curve and contour. You melted into his radiating warmth, the steady rhythm of his heart. When you nibbled his bottom lip, it earned you a deep moan and a roll of his body against yours. Your fingers wove through his damp hair, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened, his tongue moving softly against yours.

Your lips danced together in a sensual rhythm, exploring and tasting with unhurried devotion as his fingers threaded through your hair, cradling the back of your head. Each sweep of his tongue against yours sent shivers down your spine, the kiss deepening with an intensity that made your toes curl and your heart race. Through every tender touch, he conveyed how deeply he'd missed you, and a familiar heat had bloomed between you fueled by days of delayed desire. The warmth of it coursed through your veins, spurring you on.

Eager to feel his skin against yours, you tugged off your shirt and pushed at his. Gregor chuckled softly and obliged, pulling off his shirt with deliberate slowness before tossing it aside. Under your fingertips, his body felt electric as you traced the familiar scars adorning his soft, golden skin. A shiver ran through him at your touch, and he groaned when your lips found his shoulder.

"Darling, I need you…" he purred, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of your shorts. His voice dropped lower, thick with desire. He paused, eyes intense and yearning as they locked with yours. "I've thought of you every night. Your kiss, your smile, the sounds you make for me." His fingers gripped your hips possessively, sure to leave marks. "Tell me, meshla," he breathed. "Did you think of me too?"

You let out a soft whine, your head falling against his chest as a breathy "Yes," escaped your swollen lips.

"Tell me..." he implored, his body rolling into yours once more. "Did I hear you say you dreamt of me?"

"Of course I did," you confessed softly, leaning close. Your lips brushed against the shell of his ear as intimate desires and details of your self-indulgent dreams tumbled from your lips. Gregor shivered, your warm breath tickling his skin. His fingers flexed as he strained to catch every hushed syllable. These whispered words were for him alone.

His chest rumbled with a deep, guttural sound. "Cyare," he whispered, the word dripping with honey.

You lifted your hips as he slid your shorts down your legs. Once free, he swooped in to kiss you again, this time with more fervor as his hands roamed your newly exposed skin. He swallowed the soft gasp that escaped your lips when his fingers dipped between your legs, growling appreciatively at how ready you were for him.

You whined at his touch, your fingertips curling around the base of his neck. Gregor sighed, his breath hot against your shoulder as he trailed kisses down to your collarbone. You heard him chuckling quietly as his fingers teased your sensitive flesh. "…and I’ve barely touched you yet,” he teased.

You huffed in response and started pushing his shorts over his hips, firmly grasping a handful of his taught backside in the process causing him to hoot and giggle softly. "I told you what I’ve been thinking about… come here…" you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. Once free of his own clothing, you hooked your leg around his waist, drawing him to you. Gregor hissed at the contact, his hips instinctively rocking against yours. You felt the head of his length glide along your entrance and up to your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

Gregor let out a deep hum, gathering his self control. "I can't say no to you," he grunted, slowly sliding his length back up and down a few times before notching at your entrance. His lips met your forehead as he eased into you. You bit your lip as your body welcomed him, eyebrows furrowing at the sudden fullness. Despite the delicious sting of him at first, you craved him—eager for more, for all of him. But Gregor picked up on your body’s signal and paused. His head came back to regard you, eyes filled with concern and love.

"Cyar'ika," he whispered tenderly. His thumb traced your cheek and trailed down to your lips. You smirked, drawing the digit into your mouth with a soft moan, swirling your tongue around it. Gregor's eyes locked onto yours, awestruck at the sensation. "That's it…good girl," he purred, the wolfish smile that followed his praise sent a shiver down your spine. He withdrew his thumb from your mouth with a quiet pop, and brought it between your bodies, using the wetness to circle your clit.

Your body quivered, soft moans and whimpers escaping your lips as he continued his feather light touches, sending more of that delicious heat coursing through you. Your walls fluttered with pleasure, silently urging him to fully sheath himself within you. As his hips finally met yours, you both exhaled deeply, savoring the intense connection of being completely joined together.

"Let’s stay like this for a little while, hm?," he murmured against your hairline between soft kisses. "I just want you close," he breathed, his hand trailing tenderly along your spine.

You hummed in confirmation, melting into his affection. "I love you," you sighed, fingers combing through his hair. Your bodies fit together perfectly, hearts beating as one, breaths mingling in gentle pants. Being with Gregor, it never felt like enough—you both craved an impossible closeness. These tender moments were precious, when he held you like this, driven by his pure need to feel you around him, to eliminate any space between you.

"And I love you." Gregor's kiss was so tender it made your head swim. His lips traced reverently across your skin, each caress a silent vow, his heart full at how perfectly you melded together. When the kisses and touches naturally grew more heated, you felt him stir within you as your bodies instinctively began to move. With gentle purpose, Gregor rolled you, pressing your back into the mattress and caging you in with his large frame. His lips found that spot on your neck as he began a slow, intense rhythm that drew a litany of soft moans and whimpers from you. Your nails trailed down Gregor's back as he pressed against that sweet spot deep inside you. He dragged his length almost completely out before thrusting back in, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"Stars… cyar’ika, you…" he panted, his movements becoming more deliberate. You wrapped your legs around him fully, urging him deeper, whimpering in is ear to do it again. The tension between you reached its peak all too quickly, weeks of anticipation setting your every nerve ending on fire. Gregor murmured sweet praises against your skin, intent on bringing you there together. You teetered on the edge, your body trembling with each slow thrust. "Gregor," you breathed in a desperate plea. "I'm..."

“I know,” he grunted. “I’ve got you…” He gentled his movements to a pace he knew would send you over. He felt your entire body tense, arching into him as your climax struck you with a sudden intensity. A shuddering moan escaped you as your hand in his hair tightened, tugging at the strands. He couldn't hold back any longer—the way your walls fluttered around him, squeezing him so tightly, your grip in his hair, the sounds you were making—it was all too much, and he gladly fell over the edge with you.

His hips jerked as he moaned your name, pressing flush against yours as he found his release inside you. You held him close while you both trembled and panted through waves of pleasure. His hips rolled gently against yours through the aftershocks. As the hazy bliss settled over you both, Gregor began dotting your face and neck with tender kisses.

“Gregor…” you protested lazily, lips curling in a fond smile. He always melted into his softest self in the afterglow.

He chuckled quietly, nuzzling your neck. "What? You know I can’t ever get enough of you…" His lips brushed against your skin, making you tremble slightly. You were grinning ear to ear now, despite your half-hearted protest.

“That makes two of us,” you said huskily, floating down from your high.

You lay tangled together in peaceful silence, your breathing and heartbeats gradually returning to normal. The gentle rise and fall of his chest against yours created a soothing rhythm that made you feel completely at ease. A while later, when your combined arousal began to slip down your thigh, Gregor shifted, preparing to retrieve something to clean you both up.

“Don't you dare," you warned teasingly, tightening your entire body around him, making his breath hitch.

“Cyar’ika…” he said in a low, playful voice, twitching inside you. “Careful now…”

You smirked, loving the way his voice dropped an octave. "Or what?" you challenged, your eyes gleaming with mischief.

Gregor chuckled, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "Oh, my darling," he chuckled lightly, his hand sliding down your body and gripping your ass, making you burst into giggles, "You love playing with fire, don’t you,"

"Mmm, I do when it encourages you to ravish me all night, love," you said with a dramatic flair, unable to hide the mirth from your voice, reminding you of the intimacy you’ve built with Gregor. It was fiery and magnetic, but always fun. You loved to push each other’s buttons to see how far you could go. After all, you cherished these quiet moments together when there was no need to rush.

Gregor groaned at your words, his grip on you intensifying. "Oh, you're in for it now," he rasped as he swiftly rolled onto his back, pulling you over with him to straddle his hips. He sat upright and curled his hand around the base of your neck, pulling you into a searing kiss. The sound that escaped you at this new angle was absolutely sinful, making him twitch inside you once again. He immediately began a gentle pace, guiding your hips into his shallow thrusts. You gripped his shoulders tightly, seeking an anchor amid the electricity firing deep within you. Your oversensitive bundle of nerves dragged against the base of his length, making you grind down on him more desperately.

Sensing your growing urgency, Gregor gently slowed your movements. His hands caressed your sides soothingly as he looked up at you with adoration. "Shhh cyar'ika, look at me…" he murmured, his voice low and tender. Your eyes fluttered open to gaze into his, dark and warm and focused on you. "I know, it feels so good." His voice strained, thumbs traced circles on your hips as he guided you back into that slower, more deliberate rhythm Gregor loved to torture you with. You whimpered at the change of pace, but soon found yourself melting into the languid, sensual motion. Gregor's eyes never left your face, enjoying watching you give in. "That's it, just feel," he whispered. "There’s no rush. I’ve got you…"

Gregor's movements periodically slowed to a halt, prolonging the intense pleasure building between you. Each time, he held you close, guiding you both toward that long-awaited peak. His arm snaked beneath you, holding you to him with effortless strength, preventing you from taking him completely. He knew exactly how much to give, bringing you to the edge over and over. He savored the sounds you made during the slow, frustrating dance, careful not to overstimulate as he kept you balanced on the edge of a knife.

Your body trembled, every nerve ending alive and hypersensitive, your breaths came in short, desperate moans. You clung to him, nails digging into his back and his scalp as you fought against the overwhelming urge to let go, somewhere between savoring every exquisite moment of him inside you and every cell in your body screaming for release. Gregor felt your body go rigid and quiver, he glanced down noticing how tightly your toes were curled, then up to your eyes squeezed shut in concentration.

"Cyar'ika, what's your color?" he managed to say through the haze. He himself was hanging by a thread.

"Green," you groaned gently. "Please, I need..."

Gregor's eyes snapped open at your words, his grip on you stuttering. "Tell me what you need," he nearly growled. "I need to hear you say it, cyar'ika."

“Please...” you breathed. “I need to come."

With a low groan of approval, Gregor knew he’d pushed you to a new limit, and captured your lips in a soft kiss, slowly lowering you down fully onto his length once more. "Then come for me, my love, let go…" he murmured against your lips as he loosened his hold on you incrementally, encouraging you to writhe against him at your own pace. He swallowed the moans that escaped your throat as you did so, your fingers tangling in his hair again as you finally let yourself go.

He held you to him as your body shook, waves of ecstasy sweeping through you, your inner walls pulsing wildly around Gregor's length. He buried his face in your shoulder, his own climax following yours as he thrust himself deep inside with a low, guttural sound. You clung to each other, riding out the lingering tremors, your core gradually relaxing its grip on him. Hearts raced and chests heaved as you both savored the moment. With one more gentle rock of his hips, he pulled you down, creating a delicious pressure that sent one final, intense ripple of pleasure coursing through you, reducing whatever composure you had left and turning you into a whimpering mess.

“Thats it,” he soothed as you collapsed against him, head lolling forward as he secured you against his broad chest. You hummed contentedly, nuzzling into the crook of his neck as your breathing slowly steadied. Gregor's fingers continued their gentle caress along your skin, calming your tense muscles and fluttering heart.

“You did so well,” he praised. “We haven’t gone that long before,” he grinned at you, giggling softly, a sheen of sweat on his skin.

You chuckled softly, feeling an ache in your hips and knees. "Mmm, I think we both needed that," you murmured, wincing slightly as you shifted your legs around his frame.

“Here, I’ve got you,” he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips as he helped you shift positions, knowing your joints sometimes didn’t love it as much as you did.

His strong arms cradled you as he maneuvered you off him, finally slipping out and eliciting a soft sigh from you. He bit his lip, barely suppressing a groan as he glanced at the evidence of your passion. Once you were settled, he quickly jumped out of bed and disappeared into the fresher, returning moments later with a warm cloth.

His fingertips trailed up the outside of your knee, reminding you he was still there. You smiled and opened up for him to gently clean you up. His touch was tender as he took care of both of you. Once finished, he tossed the towel aside and crawled back onto the bed and got to work on massaging the soreness from your legs.

You sighed contentedly as Gregor's skilled hands worked out the tension in your joints. "You're too good to me," you murmured sleepily. He responded with a soft chuckle, his touch gentle yet firm as he eased away any lingering discomfort. “Love, I know you’re exhausted, come here…”

He chuckled and planted tender kisses on each knee before settling beside you, drawing you close against his chest. You nestled into his warmth, savoring the lazy patterns he traced on your back with his fingertips.

You tilted your head up to press a gentle kiss beneath his chin, savoring the closeness. “I’m so happy you’re home…”

Gregor sighed contentedly. “Me too.”

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should bring up his time on Kamino. The topic always felt delicate, and you didn't want to stir up difficult memories. But his peaceful expression gave you courage.

“How was it being back there?" you asked softly.

“Well, the first few days were…strange, but not in the way I thought they would be,” he confessed quietly.

“How so?” You pressed a chaste kiss to the side of his neck, absentmindedly inhaling his scent.

“Some clones considered Kamino their home, but I’ve never really felt more at home than I do here. With the underground. With you.” His voice stuttered on the last few words.

You felt your heart swell, and you pulled him closer, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Good, because I feel the same way…”

Gregor's arm tightened around you, and you felt him release another contented sigh against your hair. In this moment, everything felt exactly as it should be - no missions, no war, just the two of you finding solace in each other's arms. You held one another close, happy to be back in one another’s orbit.

"Darling..." Gregor's voice took on a somber tone as he tightened his arms around you. "I received new orders from Rex tonight." He paused as you tilted your head back to look at him, his expression serious. You felt your body tense, preparing for the worst. "And, well, it’s not just that," he continued, his lips curving into a frown.

“What is it?” your hand brushed his disheveled hair out of his eyes, your heart clenching at the thought of him being gone again so soon, without you. Rex had yet to clear you for your injury, and you felt your stomach drop at the thought of being left behind on base again for another mission.

Gregor took a deep breath, as if to steady himself. "I know it's short notice, but... I told Rex you’d have no problem shipping out by midday tomorrow..." He gazed at you intently, his trademark mischievous smirk betraying his attempt at a somber expression. He was a terrible liar.

Your eyebrows shot up at the realization.

Now his face was in a full grin. "Mhm...you’re coming with." He quipped. “Though I’m sure Rex wouldn’t mind if you wanted to stay behi—”

“No!” you trilled, propping yourself up onto your elbow. “I’m ready,” you insisted.

“You don’t even know what the mission is yet, love,” he chuckled, it was hard to resist mirroring your excitement.

“I don’t care,” you sighed. “I’ve been cooped up…it’s boring when everyone is gone,” you groaned.

“Don’t you mean it’s boring when I’m gone?” Gregor teased.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't hide your smile. "Maybe," you admitted, snuggling back into him. "But don't let it go to your head." Your fingers traced lazy patterns on his chest as you soaked up the warmth of his presence, grateful to soon be back to doing what you do best.

Gregor laughed softly, his chest rumbling beneath your fingertips. "Have we met?," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. As you lay there, wrapped in each other's embrace, a sleepy silence settled over you both. The anticipation of being briefed for tomorrow's mission hummed just beneath the surface, but for now, you were content to simply exist in this moment.

“You’re a terrible liar, by the way…” you said as you curled into him. He just chuckled softly as you let your eyes close, feeling the tendrils of sleep start to curl around you.

Soon, the familiar weight of Gregor's body and gentle rhythm of his breathing lulled you into a peaceful state. His fingers continued their soothing caress along your back, growing slower and more languid as sleep began to claim him too. The last thing you remembered before surrendering was the gentle press of Gregor's lips against your forehead and his whispered "Ner cyare..." You mumbled a sleepy response, already half-lost to dreams of tomorrow's adventures.

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leapingbadger · 2 months ago

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Amends

Summary: Takes place after the season 3 episode “The Return”. Hunter and Crosshair trust each other again and are on their way to a reconciliation, but they still need to communicate. That’s where Wrecker comes in. Read on AO3

Notes: This follows along with canon for the most part. If interested, you can also check out some of my other stories at these links: Hope; Sunrise; Sunset, Goodbye, Tattoo, Tested and Safe

Word Count:2644

Wrecker stood at the foot of the steps to the Marauder. The Pabu sun was beating down on him, sweat prickling at his neck. He hesitated before taking the first step up to the ship. It had been three days since they had returned from the ice planet. Things were better. Hunter and Crosshair weren’t actively avoiding each other anymore, but the tension was too much for Wrecker to take.

Hunter had been like his old self since Omega had returned and Wrecker was so relieved. He’d spent months trying to keep hope alive, trying to keep Hunter alive, despite his best efforts. His strong and steady sergeant had become a walking hazard. Erratic, volatile and with no regard for his own safety.

He was surprised to come across Crosshair first. Wrecker knew he had been deliberately avoiding the ship. Maybe there were too many memories tied up in it for him. He was sitting at the Comm station, carefully holding Tech’s goggles. He hastily put them down as Wrecker entered. The glass clinked as they landed face down on the control panel, a sliver of yellow glass falling out and onto the floor.

Crosshair hastily picked them up and put them on the shelf they had found themselves on since they had arrived back into their lives without their owner.

“Don’t worry. Happens all the time,” Wrecker said matter-of-factly. He picked up the glass shard, carefully tucked it back into the frame and replaced them on the shelf again.

Both he and Hunter had held vigil over the goggles as the long search for Omega had continued. They had become a kind of shrine they prayed to in the dark, as though Tech would bestow some wisdom from the grave.

Crosshair looked embarrassed and turned away from his brother. “Was just looking,” he mumbled under his breath.

“We do it all the time,” Wrecker said with a shrug, “keeps him close, you know.”

Crosshair scowled but didn’t reply.

“You’re going to have to talk to him eventually, you know that, right?” Wrecker said, sitting in the seat opposite.

“It’s fine, Wrecker, we sorted it out.”

Wrecker paused and looked down at his hands. Hunter and Crosshair had always been close. They were so similar. The quiet, observant members of the team. Crosshair would occasionally bristle when Hunter didn’t agree with him, but he believed in Hunter, respected him. That’s why Wrecker couldn’t stand this, how far they had come from who they used to be.

“He didn’t let Omega get taken to Tantis,” he said quietly. Crosshair raised an eyebrow but didn’t reply, “your comms were on. We all heard,” He added.

“It doesn’t matter, Wrecker,” Crosshair hissed, clearly not wanting to have this conversation.

“It does,” Wrecker said louder than he intended. He wanted to defend his brother. Defend himself. Crosshair paused and looked at him, clearly not sure what to do next.

“You haven’t known Omega for very long. She’s a great kid…really amazing, sweet, caring, and funny. But she’s also willful and stubborn and has no sense of self preservation,” he chuckled, “Just like Hunter, actually…He told her to find Echo. Told her to run…I…I wasn’t sure he was going to make it, Cross…after we lost her…and Tech.”

There was a sharp intake of breath from Crosshair at the mention of Tech’s name. They both instinctively looked at the goggles and Crosshair’s mood seemed to sour further.

Wrecker blinked at his little brother, suddenly realizing. This wasn’t about Omega. It was about Tech. Crosshair had always had the ability to wound with words alone. This talent had landed him and the whole squad in trouble when they were cadets. Most of their fights with the Regs broke out because of Crosshair’s mouth. Wrecker was surprised that he was holding this back. That even Crosshair knew that to bring this up to Hunter, to start a fight about Tech, would be something they might not come back from. But they still had to have the conversation.

“You really need to talk to him,” Wrecker said again.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Crosshair hissed, swiveling the chair so his back was to his brother, “Tech’s dead.”

The words were sharp, cutting like a virboknife to the face. Wrecker closed his eyes, anger bubbling up inside of him. Anger at himself, at their situation, at Tech, and at his remaining brothers. It wasn’t a conscious decision. His body moved before his brain was fully aware but Wrecker stood up, grabbed Crosshair at his waist and threw him over his shoulder, carrying him with heavy footfalls through the ship to the cockpit where Hunter sat.

“Wrecker, what are you…” Crosshair spluttered as his toothpick fell from his mouth and onto the floor. Wrecker all but threw him in the seat next to Hunter.

Hunter was in the pilot seat, leg propped up on the console, eyes closed. Wrecker knew he wasn’t asleep, that he’d likely heard their hushed conversation with ease.

“What’s your damage, Wrecker?” Crosshair spat, squaring up to his enormous brother.

Wrecker pushed him back into the seat again.

“Sit.” He looked from Crosshair to Hunter and back again, “Don’t come out until you’ve talked about it. I’m sick of this.” He scowled as he walked to the ramp of the Marauder.

“Hey, Kid, wanna get some icecream?” Wrecker called down to Omega.

“Yeah,” she called back sunnily, unaware of the turmoil within the ship.

“Talk,” Wrecker barked again, before heading down the ramp and closing the door. Shutting off the sun and leaving his brothers in darkness.

***

“He’s had one too many blows to the head,” Crosshair said, standing up and brushing himself off.

Hunter remained in the chair; eyes still closed. “He’s right,” Hunter said quietly, “he usually is about this kind of stuff.” He sat up and took in his younger brother.

Crosshair was glaring, but not at him. He couldn’t seem to make eye contact and Hunter wasn’t going to push it. He noticed him favoring his right hand and frowned as he noticed it shake involuntarily. He’d have to ask Omega about that later.

“I already know what you need to say,” Hunter continued, standing up, “just say it and we can try and move on.”

Crosshair looked at him with narrow eyes, turning and walking to the back of the ship. He was pacing like a caged creature. He paused again and turned back. Hunter knew that look on his face. He had seen it thousands of times, from when they were cadets to when they were in the field. Crosshair wasn’t angry, he was wounded, and he was searching for the words that would hurt the most.

Hunter tried his best to prepare himself, knowing it would hurt. Knowing it would cut to his core and knowing that while this may make things easier for Cross, it would likely kill him on the inside. But he waited.

“You killed him,” Crosshair growled, his eyes so narrowed his iris’s looked like black holes.

Hunter felt a weight drop in his chest and stay there. He couldn’t speak, a rock had landed in his throat too. But he nodded and croaked out, “I did,” in a strained voice that didn’t sound like his own.

“I told you to hide,” his brother spat.

“We don’t leave our own behind. We had to try and get you out,” Hunter said.

“And look where that got you. Tech died because of your negligence,”

Hunter felt like he’d been stabbed between the ribs. He couldn’t get enough air in his lungs, but it was nothing that he hadn’t said to himself already. He knew anything Crosshair would and could say would pale in comparison to the destain he already had for himself, every day, every second since his brother fell.

“Don’t you have anything to say?” Crosshair said, taking a step closer.

Hunter did. He could have said any number of things to defend himself. But he didn’t want to. His squad had had a one hundred percent success rate. They didn’t fail in anything until they left Kaminio, until they were on their own, and until Crosshair got left behind.

“I’m sorry. For leaving you on Kamino. You were tying to kill us. But we should have taken you with us. Somehow.”

Crosshair balked. Shaking his head as if to shake the memory out. “This isn’t about that…I…this is about Tech.”

Hunter nodded, “I failed you Crosshair, in the same way that I failed Tech, and the same way that I failed Omega, and Echo, and Wrecker.”

“Wha…just stop…Hunter…” Crosshair’s hand was shaking more violently now. He brought it to his forehead, as though trying to wipe away his thoughts. He was shrinking in on himself, retreating entirely.

Hunter moved forward and went to put his hand on Crosshair’s shoulder, but his brother caught it, his left fist reaching out instead, punching him in his side. Hunter winced as he let his brother land the hit. He staggered back and knelt down; arm wrapped around his side. If he thought he couldn’t breathe before, he really couldn’t now.

“All that time with the Empire and they still couldn’t train you to hit better?” Hunter growled. He didn’t know why he was baiting his brother. Maybe the same reason that he had been throwing himself into more and more dangerous situations of late. Because deep down he felt like he deserved every bruise, stab wound, blaster bolt that came his way. If he hurt enough, maybe that would be enough penance for Tech. Maybe every drop of blood was a sacrifice.

Crosshair launched himself at his brother, knocking him to the floor. Hunter let him land every punch, kick and bite. He let his brother unleash his fury, his hurt, his loss on him in the dim hope that maybe afterwards, he could heal. Hunter gave no thought to his own healing though; he knew that wasn’t possible.

“Fight back,” Crosshair yelled. But Hunter didn’t move to protect himself. He continued to bait his brother.

“Is that all you’ve got, Commander?” Hunter asked.

“Arrr…. I hate you,” his brother screamed, tears welling up in his eyes, “I wish…It should have been… you…I wish you died instead of Tech!” Crosshair froze, as if horrified by his own words. His fist was raised, pulled back to his ear, ready to unleash another blow.

“Me too,” Hunter said looking directly into his little brother’s eyes, voice gravely and horse.

Crosshair collapsed to the floor with a clank, wiping the sweat and tears off his face. Hunter sat up with a wince, wiping the blood that was pouring out his nose. He tasted copper on his tongue and could hear Crosshair’s erratic heartbeat gradually starting to slow.

Hunter looked wearily at Crosshair. He was cradling his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees, silent tears falling on his cheeks.

“He was the best of us, Crosshair,” Hunter said through sniffs of his likely broken nose, “that’s why we have to be better. For him,” he slammed his palm on the door release, letting the Marauder swim with light once more and slowly walked into the sunlight.

***

The moon shone bright white on the dark Pabu Sea as Crosshair made his winding way down to the beach. He fought against the memories of earlier, attempting to push them out of his head but failing. He shook his head to rid himself of the image of his big brother, covered in blood, wincing but taking every blow he threw at him or Omega and Wrecker’s horrified faces as Hunter left the ship, bloodied and bruised. His stomach dropped in shame, and he tried again to shake the memory out.

The warm Pabu air was usually comforting, peaceful, but now it felt lonely and oppressive. The lights of the island cast shadows as he walked. He hesitated to round the corner, unable to see what was ahead but not wanting to turn back.

When he reached the beach, he struggled to find him, noticing some of his clothes, bandana, blaster and virboknife were scattered in the sand. His heart sank and he started searching for the water in earnest. Wrecker had told him how Hunter had changed, and Crosshair feared it was more than not being cautious, his brother had a death wish.

“Hunter,” he shouted, urgently, panicked.

“Hmm” came a grunt from the water.

Crosshair got closer to the water to find his brother, floating in a star shape, long, dark hair trailing behind him. His eyes were closed, and he barely moved, except when the waves lapped around him, slowly moving him this way and that.

“What are you doing?” Crosshair hissed quietly, trying not to intrude too loudly on what seemed like something important.

“The saltwater helps with the bruises and the pain,” his brother replied.

“I’m…sorry,” Crosshair said in a whisper. His brother didn’t respond, and he wondered if there was any way back from this, from what he’d said, from what he’d done.

“I know.” Hunter said

“I don’t just mean about today…I…”

“I know, Crosshair,” Hunter interrupted.

“Will you let me finish?” Crosshair spat, exacerbated, “I’m sorry…for all of it. I should have come with you on Kamino…I should have been there…help with…I don’t know. I’m just…” he trailed off. How could he apologize for all of it. For all the pain he’d cause. He nearly killed them multiple times. How would he be able to live with himself if he had?

And then it occurred to him, that’s what Hunter was feeling. Hunter thought he’d killed Tech. Crosshair had told him he had. And Hunter couldn’t live with himself.

“You have to stop,” Crosshair said into the darkness. His brother had floated further out, his silhouette dancing on the moon lit water.

“It’s just water, Crosshair. I’ll be out in a minute,”

“Not that. You have to stop blaming yourself. It’s killing you. It will kill you,”

Hunter pulled himself upright in the water, he wet hair plastered flat against his head, the long tendrils covering his skull tattoo. He ran his hand through it, to get it out of his face.

“I’m fine,” he said.

“You’re not. Wrecker told me. You’re the leader. You don’t get to go to pieces. The squad needs you. I need you; Omega needs you.”

Crosshair noticed something change Hunter’s face at the mention of Omega. He looked past his brother and up at Pabu and the Marauder, the warm light shining through the gunner’s mount as the ship rested by the weeping maya tree. And he suddenly understood. Omega wasn’t just some kid, and she wasn’t just his sister either. Crosshair had been right all along.

“Stop pretending to be something you’re not, Hunter” he had told him on Kamino. But Hunter wasn’t pretending, he was like a father to her in the way that the rest of them just weren’t.

“You need to stay around, for her, if nothing else,” Crosshair continued. “Tech would want you to survive. He’d want all of us to survive.”

Hunter was still looking at him with an expression Crosshair couldn’t quite place. He nodded, an almost imperceptible nod and started to swim towards the shore.

Crosshair noticed a collection of new scars on his brother’s torso that he’d never seen before.

“What’s all that from,” Crosshair asked suspiciously.

He was surprised to hear Hunter laugh, “ran in with a few bounty hunters, the Pikes and a Hutt or two,”

“So, you did have a death wish,” Crosshair said gravely.

“Desperate times…” Hunter started but didn’t finish.

“Are any of those my fault?” crosshair asked

“You wish Crosshair,” Hunter said with a grin, “you still hit like a cadet,” he clapped his brother on the back as they started to make the winding trek back to the Marauder, together.

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ariadnes-red-thread · 7 months ago

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The Last Word: Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE: LOOKING TOO CLOSELY

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Series Masterlist

Pairing: Fives/OFC

Chapter Summary: Mal settles into the 501st, but running into a familiar face in a clone army is the last thing she expects

Chapter Warnings: Some swearing (mostly in mand'o), Mentions of Umbara/past trauma and past sexual situations

Chapter Word Count: 3.9k

Recommended Listening: Looking Too Closely by Fink

A/N: Whoops, so maybe by "Coming Soon", I meant 14 months later. Sorry, I was crippled by self-hatred, perfection paralysis, and fears of my own incompetence. I'll try to be more cool writer girl next time. Thanks to everyone who connected Mal and my writing, and reached out to remind me that this might be a story worth telling. I love and adore you forever.

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“Welcome to the 501st.”

Rex extended his hand out to Mal. For the briefest moment, she stared at his gauntlet, decorated in blue and white. The gap between them felt lightyears apart, and she was almost surprised at how quickly her hand closed the space. Taking his hand, she turned her eyes up to meet his and smiled, trying to reflect the Captain’s own warmth back at him. Mal gripped his hand firmly as she tried to shut out the hundreds of soldiers marching around the 501st’s hangar. The last thing she wanted was for him to see her discomfort. This was an opportunity, and she was grateful for it. It just felt odd, like putting on someone else’s clothes. The size was right, but the fit was all wrong.

Calling it the 501st’s hangar wasn’t entirely true. In a day or so, this battalion - her battalion, Mal quickly reminded herself - would ship out, off to a different star system, and another troop would take over this space for their leave. But for now, it swarmed with blue and white troopers. This system was designed for convenience and space-saving, but it gave Mal, and all transfers, an advantage. She already knew where everything was, from the medical supplies to the fresher. Still, after a briefing on protocols (all of which she learned a long time ago), Rex insisted on giving her a tour.

As he led her through the stacks and pointed out where the medical supplies were being kept, Mal had a feeling he was trying to distract her and that her feeble efforts to mask her unease hadn’t gone far with the blonde clone. She wasn't surprised.

Mal spent most of her life taking care of other people. It had taken a long time for her to get used to the way the Wolfpack watched over her. But she smiled, realizing that all the ways they had helped her made her softer now, more ready to let someone else in. So she tried to relax as she followed Rex, letting him point out where the extra gauze was stored, which fresher to use, and where to find the ration bars if she needed a meal.

Despite herself, Mal soon found herself feeling almost at home. Wolffe was right. Rex was the best. She watched as he would stop occasionally to check in with a passing soldier. He would slide an arm over their shoulder or rest a hand on the pauldron. Sometimes the check-in would be wordless, just a nod between the two men. Sometimes, Rex would mumble a bit of mando’a, and his brother would smile. Just as quickly, his attention would be back on her. There were a couple of moments when she thought she might have seen a shadow pass over his face as his eyes lingered on a soldier for a moment longer or as he scanned the crowd, looking for someone he couldn’t find. She might have imagined them, though, because, in the next breath, he would turn back to her with a charming grin and point out where someone named Jesse had hidden more snacks.

As Mal peered over his shoulder while he rifled through a med-pack and showed her the simple, familiar contents, the tension started to leave her shoulders, and a wave of ease settled onto her brow. There was comfort in the sameness. And comfort made Mal curious.

“So, who am I working with?” She turned her attention from the med-packs back to the throngs of troopers scattered across the platform.

Rex followed her gaze. With battlefield precision, he scanned the crowd, searching out his medic. The Captain spied his target in split seconds.

“Oi, Kix!” Rex’s voice boomed over the thunder of boots on durasteel.

At least two dozen men jumped to attention as their commanding officer’s call echoed off the soaring walls of the vast space. There was a clattering of dedlanite as a trooper dropped a container of DC15Ss. Across the bay, a clone with a medical sigil on his shoulder peeled off from a group of soldiers. A collective sigh went up through the troopers as they each realized it wasn’t them who was being summoned by their CO.

The medic, Kix, jogged across the hangar to where Mal and Rex were standing with only the lightest sense of urgency. Mal eyed the medic as he got closer. Crux was clinical and quiet, a man of science born from science. Their only heated battles (recently anyways) came when he felt like she was acting on her gut rather than evidence. Kix didn’t appear to be cut from the same cloth. His helmet was tucked under his arm, and she could see how brightly he smiled as he threw greetings and quips over his shoulder at brothers who whistled and cat-called as he ran by. His appearance was as bold as his crossing, with hair closely shaved into intricate lighting bolt patterns and an Aurebeseh tattoo on the left side of his scalp. When he got close enough, Mal could finally make out the writing, ‘The only good droid is a dead droid’. Mal couldn’t help the smile on her face. It was a sentiment she could get behind. The 501st medic came to a halt next to Rex.

“This is Kix.” Rex clapped the medic on the shoulder. “You’ll report to him. There’s the CMO Coric somewhere too but you’ll meet him later. Kix here is the head medic for Torrent Company and the most dedicated medic I’ve ever met. We’re lucky to have him.”

“Aw shucks, Captain.” Kix laughed at Rex. He shifted slightly under Rex’s grasp, just a little further from the Captain. “Nice to meet you…”

He held out a gauntleted hand as he waited for a name.

“Mal.”

“Nice to meet you, Mal.”

Rex watched for a moment before he began to shift from foot to foot. He wasn’t a man who sat still for long, Mal noticed. She wondered if he’d always been like that or if this came from being burdened with so many responsibilities. Wolffe was the same way, his attention jumping from task to task, somehow always simultaneously present and attentive, but still somewhere else.

“I’ve got a meeting with the generals.” Rex finally said as he clapped his gloved palms together. “Kix, you mind helpin’ her get settled?”

“On it, sir.” The medic replied, brightly.

“Thank you, Captain.” Mal turned to Rex. "I feel very settled in."

"Wolffe wouldn't have let me live it down otherwise." He said, waving away her gratitude.

“Come on, I’m starving. Let’s go to the mess.” Kix motioned for Mal to follow him, already spinning on his heel. “You can meet some of the men.”

“Good luck.” Rex cheekily yelled after them.

“I can handle the 501st,” Mal called back over her shoulder, “I put up with the 104th for years.”

Rex laughed and nodded as though she won a hand of sabacc. With a small salute, he turned in the opposite direction and disappeared into the gears of the GAR.

“He’s just being dramatic.” Kix rolled his eyes as Mal caught up to him. “The boys are all good fun.”

She fell into step beside the clone as Kix started to make his way down the long durasteel hallway to the mess. Mal lost track of time while Rex was showing her around, but it must have been getting close to dinner because most of the other clones were starting to head in the same direction.

“You get the full tour?” Kix raised an eyebrow as he flashed a knowing eyebrow.

“Captain Rex was very thorough,” Mal smiled back, instantly at ease with the small gift of an inside joke.

Mal watched the medic out of the corner of her eye as they walked. He nodded to every soldier that passed, but the ones with decorated armor got a verbal greeting or a pat on the shoulder.

“How long have you been with the 501st?” Mal asked, curious about her new CO.

It had taken a long time for her and Crux to warm up to each other. They started at the same time, joining the decimated 104th as it was rebuilding. Crux wasn’t thrilled to be serving with a civilian, and Mal had her own grudge, which was no fault of Crux’s. She knew it was irrational to dislike him for not being Tye, but she couldn’t help it. Still, once they stopped yelling at each other, they found that they worked well together. Crux’s strength was in his analysis and his textbook memory. Mal’s came from her quick thinking, calm under pressure, and her well-trained gut instincts. They came at problems from different routes, but almost always ended up at the same answer. Another ache passed through her as she realized their last mission working together would be just that. For now anyways, she tried to reassure herself.

“Just after Teth. Got assigned to Rex after that disaster, and he’s been grumpy about it ever since.” Kix flashed a cheeky smile at Captain Rex’s expense. “I’ll be honest, this is the first time we’ve had a civilian medic.”

Mal shrugged. It wasn’t surprising. There weren’t many civilians in the GAR, and even fewer were medics. The government official that helped her at the recruitment office had tried to talk her out of signing up in at least fifteen different ways as she was filling out the dataforms.

“How about you?” Kix asked, “How long have you been with the 104th?”

“I joined after Abregato,” Mal answered. It wasn’t a lie.

“Hmm, I remember that one.” Kix frowned as he rubbed the back of his neck with a gloved palm. “I helped take care of Wolffe and the other two when they got back. Commander Tano still talks about it sometimes. Rough stuff. Glad that was before your time.”

Mal had heard a lot about Commander Tano, and even seen her from a distance on the Venator a few times. The Togruta Jedi padawan was hard to miss and liked to visit General Plo when she could. Boost, Sinker, and Wolffe spoke about her in hushed, grateful tones. Mal supposed that she did too. It wasn’t surprising, given that the whole of the 104th would have been wiped out if not for Commander Tano. Mal knew exactly to whom she owed her friends’ lives.

“You must have started with Crux, then.”

Mal looked back at the clone to find him watching her with a glance that was trying to appear more casual than it was. He must have seen something in her face change at the mention of Abregado. The clones in the 501st were good at distraction, Mal was starting to notice, but she was grateful for the change in subject.

“You know Crux?” Mal tried to match the Kix’s bright tone.

“Yeah, we went through medic training together,” Kix said. “Crux and I shipped out after Geonosis. Both the 501st and the 104th had hard times of it. Trained with Tye, the first CMO for the 104th, too, but he would have been before your time.”

Mal’s spine stiffened at his name.

A flash of a smile.

“You deserve to be happy.”

“Yeah,” Mal agreed, even as her heart clenched. “Before my time.”

“Heya, Kix.”

A clone with a large Republic cog in the middle of his helmet fell into step beside Kix. He elbowed his friend as his helmet tilted towards Mal. She could feel his eyes as they looked her up and down before he spied the medical sigil on the shoulder of her jumpsuit.

“Rex finally get someone to replace you?” The clone elbowed Kix again.

“You’d be dead without me,” Kix replied without missing a beat. “Mal, meet Jesse.”

“Hi!” Even through the modulator, the man’s greeting was warm.

The clone named Jesse stripped his helmet from his head. He tucked it under his arm as he flashed Mal a sideways smile. The cog that had decorated his helmet matched a tattoo that covered most of the upper half of his face, spanning from just under his left eye to the top of his clean-shaven head. His smile stretched across his face, bringing a glint to his eyes and wrinkling the edge of the cog.

“Nice to meet you.” Mal couldn’t help but smile back. “Nice tattoo.”

“You like it? I lost a game of sabacc to Hardcase, but I’ve grown attached.” Jesse ran a hand over his clean scalp as he grinned a little wider. “Spotchka may have been involved.”

“It suits you.”

It did. The clone had an animated face, his expression written all over it, and the tattoo emphasized every look. Mal imagined he wasn’t very good at sabacc.

“I like her.” Jesse turned to Kix with an air of grievance. “You never compliment me.”

“She doesn’t know you yet.” Kix chuckled.

“You’re just mad you’re not the prettiest medic in the 501st anymore.” Jesse snapped back.

Mal winced at the comment. She had a feeling Jesse was just kidding and that the joke was more at Kix’s expense than hers, but it was irritating all the same. Mal had never met a clone who thought less of her expertise because she was a woman. Still, there were plenty of civilian mechanics and medics who did. Any other day, the comment would probably have rolled off her. Instead, Mal thought of the clone from the night before. Would he think less of her if she ever had to treat him? Would he trust her? She quickly pushed that thought aside. No point in considering it. In an army of a billion clones, that wasn’t something she would ever have to worry about.

“Hard to compete with Kix.” Mal quickly spoke.

Just like that, the worry was gone, and Jesse was reaching around Kix to slap her on the back.

“I like you,” He let out a belly laugh as he repeated his approval.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t make me regret introducing you two already.” Kix rolled his eyes before they suddenly flashed.

Mal followed his look down the hallway. Just ahead, two troopers walked with their helmets pressed close together like they were strategizing. One was dressed in clone trooper armor, and the other wore the unmistakable kit of an ARC trooper. His kama swayed around his hips as he walked, arm over the shoulder of the other trooper. They seemed to catch Kix’s attention.

“Now, these two, you definitely need to know. Gotta watch them closely.” Kix spoke, his voice raised and playful. “They spend more time in the medbay than the rest of the battalion combined.”

They stopped and turned at Kix’s words, the sound of mocking modulated laughter coming from their helmets. Kix and Jesse paused with them, forming a small crowd in the busy hallway, like rocks in a river.

“This is Mal, our new medic from the 104th.” Kix gestured.

The clone troopers pulled their buckets from their heads. The first man smiled sweetly, a contrast to the single teardrop that decorated the lower lid of his left eye. Mal barely registered him, though. She was too busy gaping at his friend. The second man flashed a knowing, familiar grin. Even without the temple tattoo, Mal would have recognized him anywhere.

Fives.

The first thing Fives saw as he rounded the corner into the mess hall was Jesse’s face. His vod immediately looked annoyed and that put an extra spring in Fives’ step. Nothing like the sheer pleasure of irritating Jesse without even having to put in the effort.

“Ah osik, I bet Tup 5 credits you’d miss roll call.” The lieutenant frowned at Fives over two steaming paper cups of caf.

“Come on, Jess.” Fives grinned at his older brother. “You know me better than that.”

Fives picked up the two cups before he turned, seamlessly slipping the drinks out from under his vod's nose. Jesse leapt up and yelped but, short of leaping over the table, there was no stopping Fives.

He kept moving down the hall, practically gliding, as Jesse’s swears faded behind him. He hummed, sipping on the black caf that Jesse had poured for himself, and savoring each jolt to his taste buds. Fives meandered his way through the maze of the base, nodding to brothers that greeted him. Faces, armor, and haircuts were all distinct. He recognized them all but most of the names escaped him. It was becoming harder and harder to keep track. There were so many, and they came and went all too quickly. It made him feel old in a way that an eleven year old probably shouldn’t. Was it eleven? Or was it twelve now?, he wondered. Who could keep track of decanting days anymore? That was Echo’s job and, without his twin, he wasn’t ever in the celebrating mood. Finally, Fives slipped into one of the main supply rooms, where he paused before a large supply shelf. It was pressed up against the durasteel and tucked in the back of the dark storage space.

“Hey, Tup. You there?” Fives called.

“Roger, roger.” Tup called back.

The long-haired clone popped his head over the edge of the fourth shelf, about eight feet off of the floor. He perched there for a moment, chin resting on his hand as he smiled down at Fives. Fives grinned back up at his vod. Tup found the empty shelf the first day after the Umbara deployment, and he dragged a mattress up there to turn it into a getaway. Fives didn’t ask why he wanted one and Tup didn’t volunteer the information. Instead, Fives just helped him redirect several blankets and a mattress from shipping to an “ARC training mission” and, in a comical heist that involved General Skywalker nearly catching them, assisted Tup in smuggling the large bedding into the supply room.

“So, how was the night, vod?” Tup winked.

“A gentleman never tells,” Fives smirked up at his brother.

“Well, luckily, you’ve never been a gentleman.” Tup laughed as he swung down from the shelf, landing gracefully beside Fives.

“Hey! I brought you caf and everything.” Fives held out the second cup to Tup, who took it without hesitation.

“Ah yes, three creams. Just how Kix takes it.” Tup chortled as he sipped on the warm liquid.

Fives smiled back at the younger clone. Losing Echo left a hole in his heart that he knew would never be filled, and it had been a long time since he had felt a connection with one of his brothers like that. Tup was different though. He reminded him of Echo in some ways. He was quietly smart. A little nerdy. But he could still merk a Seppie in seconds and without hesitation. He was clever, more clever than most people realized. Fives was still impressed with the plan Tup came up with to capture General Krell. While he knew he could never replace his twin and he wasn’t looking to try, he felt a little more whole lately when Tup was around.

“Now, come on vod.” Tup threw his other arm around Fives, “Tell me about the night.”

He filled Tup in on a few of the details while they made the walk to roll-call. He skipped the feeling that she had given him when he made her laugh or the way he wished someone would bottle up her scent. Instead, he talked about the other stuff, like how great her tits were and how hot the sex had been. Tup dutifully listened to all of it with a small smile on his face.

They made it to roll-call right on time. Jesse glared at Fives over a fresh cup of caf. Fives gave his fuming vod a wave just as Rex called them to attention. The Captain marched down the line, inspecting his soldiers. He paused in front of Fives.

“Nice to see you made it back,” Rex muttered, cocking an eyebrow at the ARC.

“No idea what you’re talkin’ about, Sir,” Fives smirked at his old friend.

Rex let out a familiar sigh of exasperation as he shook his head and continued back down the line.

It was Fives' least favorite kind of day. Drills, strategy meetings, and more drills. The drills drove him crazy. It was all pretend. There was no room to be creative or stakes to make the shineys take it seriously. It seemed like they were getting sloppier and sloppier, and nothing he said would get through to them until the blaster fire was real. The strategy meetings weren’t bad, but it was all a lot of talk and pretend. He knew it was important. Fives got that. But there was never a day that he didn’t want to be out there, in the fight, instead of planetside doing drills.

“We’re gonna have to reconsider how we’re using our resources holding Felucia,” Tup was still thinking about their last meeting as the day wound down and they made their way to the mess. Fives was only half-listening, having had his fill of strategy talk for the day, but Tup kept going, his enthusiasm obvious though his modulator. “Focusing on hyperspace lanes instead of the planet itself could help us protect the whole system. We keep fighting these high-cost, low reward battles on the planet’s surface.”

“S’not a bad idea.” Fives heard enough that he looked his vod up and down.

“It’s a great idea.” Tup looked back at him and Fives knew, even through the helmet, exactly the teasing look his vod was giving him. “Don’t you run to Rex and steal it.”

Fives snorted and wrapped an arm around Tup’s shoulders.

“I would never dream-” Fives started to protest before a voice rose up behind them.

“… these two, you definitely need to know. They spend more time in the med bay than the rest of the battalion combined.”

Fives barked out a laugh. Tup joined him as he tilted his helmet at Fives. He rolled his eyes at Tup and knew, in the same way that Tup knew what expression he was making; Tup was rolling his eyes too. They paused their walk and turned towards Kix's voice.

He was glad he had his helmet on. Standing there, walking with his vode, was the woman from this morning. Her form was now hidden behind a civilian medic jumpsuit, and her long red curls were pulled back away from her face, tied back into a low bun, but he knew her in moments.

He knew the light in her eyes as she laughed at Kix’s words. He recognized the smile that danced on those soft lips. He knew the smattering of freckles he could map out on her nose and her cheeks. He knew the way her skin would feel if he were to dig his fingers into those hips, barely hidden by the bulky jumpsuit. Maker, he knew the way she smelled still and could taste it in the air. Or maybe that was just him and the way she lingered on his skin.

Pull it together, Fives. He warned himself. His heart wouldn’t slow, though. He couldn’t believe his luck as he took in the blue markings on her jumpsuit. She was here, and she was theirs.

“This is Mal, our new civilian medic transfer from the 104th.”

Fives barely heard Kix as he stripped the bucket from his head. He waited for Mal to squeal, to laugh, for the joy to spark in her eyes like it had last night.

“This is Tup.” His heart threatened to beat out of his chest as Kix droned on, “And this is Fives, our resident ARC.”

“And resident pain in the ass,” Jesse added loudly.

Fives ignored Jesse as he pressed his lips together in a knowing smile. She knows, you di’kut, he wanted to shout, but Mal spoke first.

“Nice to meet you.”

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moomoog017 · 1 year ago

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fic ᯓᡣ𐭩 just a skim ꔛ✿

Commander Wolffe x Medic! GN Reader

Synopsis: After a risky mission, Jedi Master Plo Koon decides to hire a full time medic aboard his ship.

Genre: tiny angst with fluff n’ spice

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Small description of burn injury, protruding veins (if you like that stuff), character in pain

A/N: 1st Wolffe writing!! This was fun to write, I did my best but what do you think? Writing under the cut!

“I’d like to introduce you to our new medic, they will be staying with us until further notice.” General Plo Koon states, sticking a hand out ushering you from the darkness. You cower behind the Jedi, smiling gently giving a small wave to the crew. “Glad to be working with you guys.” Is all you manage as all the clones eyes on you makes you shrink. Some clones smile or wave back but one gets your attention. He stands apart from everyone else, up front and arms crossed. Your eyes meet his gaze, you quickly take notice of his cybernetic right eye. Your eyes fall from his as your face begins to flush pink. Plo Koon places a gentle hand on your shoulder, making you stand up straight. This is going to be awkward. This will be your first time living with a lot of people in such a closed area, but you were going to make it work.

About 2 months later…

“Ah Kriff!” Wolffe curses, rushing to you, hand resting just under his rib cage on his side. Your eyes widen as you hurry to remove things from your stretcher. He slams down sitting upright onto it. “What happened?” You shuffle to get your medical supplies, placing it down next to Wolffe. “Damn clanker! Got me just in time.” Wolffe’s gruff voice echoed through the room. “Where’s everyone else?” You fumble your gauze as you speak. “Safe, only I got hit.” He gritted through his teeth. “I need to remove your chest armor and blacks.” You stutter. Wolffe nods, helping you remove it, along with shimming out of the top half on his blacks. He takes a sharp inhales through his teeth as you peel the fabric closer to his wound. A hole present from the droid's shot. You pull them down, relieving the wound in full. Scanning Wolffe's wound, a sigh of relief washes over you. “It’s only a graze, just some burn care and disinfecting.” He scowls. “Still hurts like hell.” A small smile grazes your face, relieved he still has his usual attitude.

You turn away to grab the disinfecting liquid from a nearby cabinet. You drip some of the liquid onto a gauze pad and move your hand to his wound. You gently dab the gauze onto his burn. He grunts, squeezing the edges of the stretcher. You notice the veins on his arm protruding, and his muscles tense as he grasps at the metal. The blood rushes to your cheeks as your face gets hot. Your eyes quickly return to his wound. Removing the gauze, you get up once more to grab the burn cream. Taking a small metal scoop, you coat the burn with the cream. The commander looks down at you taking a heavy inhale. The burning and slightly cold sensation of the scoop and cream makes him cringe. “Does that feel better?” You ask hesitantly. “I guess, not the first time I’ve been shot.” His face flat as he looks to his burn.

“Any more concerns doc?” You open your mouth as if to speak but quickly you close it. “What?” Wolffe responds. The question burning through you, ever since you saw him. “Your eye, what happened to it?” He looks down. “Ventress.” He scowls at the name. A small “o” appears on your face. “I’m sorry.” Is all you can manage. You walk closer sitting beside Wolffe on the stretcher. You slowly lift your hand to his chiseled face. He cautiously watches you but doesn’t stop you. Your hands meet his skin, you take your finger tracing his scar. Wolffe watches as you gently trace over his face. A small grin emerges from his mouth. After tracing his scar, you move your hand to his cheek, feeling his cheekbones and rubbing your thumb over it. Wolffe softly takes your hand and places it on his thigh. “It’s ok, it’s been a while.”

You smile admiring him. You’ve never been this close to your commander. You can’t help but take in the image of him. You’ve never seen his bare body before, his chest toned and coated with a shine of sweat. His tan skin enhances his features so handsomely. You feel your face turn extra warm as you shift your eyes to his. Wolffe smirks as he takes notice of you admiring his form, a glare in his fake eye. “Like what you’re seein’?” He speaks, his voice smooth and flirtatiously. “Ah yeahh.” Is all you can manage, words stuck in your throat. Trying to shake the image from your thoughts. “You’re getting really red in the face (y/n).” Wolffe’s voice was low, he was just teasing you now. His smirk plastered proudly upon his face. “So what?” You defensively say, crossing your arms. “Admit it, mesh’la.” The word rolls off his tongue, lingering in the air. The word sends a shiver down your spine, you know what it means. “You’re starting something.” Your eyebrow raises. “Your eyes say it all.” Wolffe stands up from the stretcher, a small wince escaping his lips.

His figure towers over you, your heartbeat speeds up and your breaths become short and hot. Wolffe leans over you, locking you in his arms, hands pressed firmly on the stretcher just barely touching your thighs. You bite your lip in anticipation, your thighs pressed firmly against each other. “Commander…” Embarrassed, you look away. “Look at me mesh’la.” Wolffe says soft but his words are firm. Your eyes slowly meet his, your cheeks warm. The commander brings his face closer to yours lips, almost touching. “I’ve always liked you (y/n).” His eyes burn into yours, he glances to your lips. You had no words, the feeling overwhelming you. “So sweet, a little shy, a little feisty.” Wolffe’s hot breath sweeps across your already burning face. He leans in a little closer and your lips meet. Your eyes close and his rough lips meet your soft ones. Your heart is sent a flutter and all you can hear is your own heartbeat. The feeling so warm and exciting, the feeling of his lips leaves yours as he pulls away after a moment. A small frown tugs at the corner of your lips.

The commander's arms are still holding you still on the stretcher. The sound of the door opening has Wolffe quick on his feet releasing you as he stands up straight, clearing his throat. In return you stand up scrambling to gather your medical supplies. “How is the commander (y/n)?” Plo Koon's voice is deep and sweet. “All good sir!” Wolffe is quick to respond. His response is followed by your nod. “It's just a skim.” Plo nods, satisfied with your answer. “Commander, you're needed in the cockpit.” The Jedi speaks flatly. Wolffe nods quickly whispering in your ear. “We’ll finish this later mesh’la.” His breath skims your ear making you jump a little. You nod your head but Wolffe is already leaving. Plo Koon’s eyebrow raises slightly. You send Plo an awkward lopsided grin. Plo nods his head, removing himself from the room. A small smile forces its way upon the Jedi’s face, as he leaves.

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auntie-venom · 7 months ago

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Fan Fiction Recommendations

I figured I’d take the time to put down some of my favorite fan fictions for anyone who wants them. I am only putting up completed series, with a few exceptions. And I’ll add more as I think about it. Make sure to give the authors lots of love! They deserve it!

Also, let me know if any links do not work.

Star Wars

✶ Alpha-17 ✶

➤ Alpha-17/Female Reader

Yours

By @wanderinginksplot

Rating: Teen and Mature Reader was assigned to Kamino to do some administrative work for the senate, and when her presence draws some of the clones to try their inexperienced flirting with her Alpha volunteers to scare them away. This story single-handedly turned my attention towards Alpha works. It is a slow burn filled with great banter and I really enjoy Alpha’s characterization here.

➤ Alpha-17/Female Reader

Alpha & “Doc”

By @wings-and-beskar

Rating: Explicit Reader attempts to have a peaceful shower but has to deal with Alpha-17’s presence and persistence to be around her. Absolutely sexy series that I hope gets more fics added to it! Just Alpha’s begging alone in the second story had me faint.

✶ Rex ✶

➤ Rex/Female Reader

Hierarchy of Needs

By @zinzinina

Rating: Explicit Reader is a Jedi on a mission with Rex when a toxin affects them both causing them both to seek relief. Fuck-or-die? YES, PLEASE! I love this trope, ESPECIALLY when it is written as well as this. It is sexy, passionate, filled with yearning, and we end on a sweet note, which I love.

➤ Rex/Original Female Character

Stories

By @aggy72

Rating: Explicit Cori is a documentarian and follows the adventures of the 501st where the Captain unexpectedly falls for her. Filled with great relationships, banter, and found family, this is a truly beautiful saga of love and perseverance

✶ Wolffe ✶

➤ Wolffe/Female Reader

A New Tomorrow

By @enigmaticexplorer

Rating: Mature and Explicit Reader does a favor for Plo Koon where she ends up as Commander Wolffe’s assistant and they do not like each other. This is a slow-burn, tension-filled, antagonists-to-lovers series that had me in a chokehold for a week while I read it. I laughed, I cried, I stared out a window and thought for hours about it. Alli writes Wolffe so well and I can’t recommend her enough.

➤ Wolffe/Female Reader (Original Female Character)

No Strings Attached

By @cyarbika

Rating: Explicit Reader/Cherise is the owner of 79’s and Wolffe is a cocky asshole that just pisses her off. This series has made me cry and text my IRL friends to rant and rave. Phenomenal Wolffe characterization and beautiful writing. Has antagonists-to-lovers where he falls first she falls harder. Please read it so we can talk about it.

➤ Wolffe/Original Female Character

I Need You

By @ulchabhangorm

Rating: Explicit Sadhbh struggles to keep her growing feelings with Wolffe hidden after they originally agreed to be just friends with benefits. This fic is filled with yearning and passion and completely hooked me! The whole series of one shots have me eagerly waiting for the full Sadhbh/Wolffe story that Maia is writing and I cannot get enough!

✶ Wolffe and Fox ✶ (No Clonecest)

➤ Fox/Female Reader, Wolffe/Female Reader (No Clonecest)

I trust him, and he trusts me

By @enigmaticexplorer

Rating: Explicit Reader is in a relationship with Fox when Wolffe interrupts an intimate moment and it sets in motion a new dynamic. This sexy oneshot explores the way trust translates into intimacy and I related to it on a molecular level. Hot and sweet, just how I like it.

✶ Fox ✶

➤ Fox/Female Reader

Shadow Play

By @wizardofrozz

Rating: Explicit Reader is a senator and is in a secret relationship with Fox, and they have a pretty public fuck. This is just such a hot oneshot.

➤ Fox/Original Female Character

After a Fashion

By @aggy72

Rating: Explicit Sylvi is the designer who makes all of Senator Amidala’s wonderful gowns, and she keeps running into the very stern Commander Fox. This story, as with most of Aggy’s fics, has a chokehold on me. The fic is beautiful story of love filled with banter and phenomenal characterizations.

✶ Gregor ✶

➤ Gregor/Original Female Character

The Deal

By @aggy72

Rating: Explicit Ashla is the chosen medical carer for Skirata’s commandos and is lovingly set up with Gregor by her new chosen family. this story is filled with love, angst, and family that warm my soul! Aggy really has a way to my heart with her stories.

✶ Kix ✶

➤ Kix/Original Female Character

Martyrs and Kings

By @dystopicjumpsuit

Rating: Explicit Dr. Maree Finnall helps Kix find answers to what happened to his long-lost brothers after he wakes fifty years into the future. While it is a love story, Kix is rightfully filled with angst. Seeing him work through his grief of losing his brothers while being the last clone standing is heart wrenching.

✶ Fives ✶

➤ Fives/Female Reader

Heartbeat

by @ariadnes-red-thread

Rating: Explicit Reader and Fives are trapped with death coming for them and they take to opportunity to die without regrets. The passion and tension of this oneshot is delicious!

✶ Tech ✶

➤ Tech/Female Reader

Scientific Purposes

By @doublesunsets

Rating: Explicit Reader discovers Tech accidentally recorded a private moment of hers and when confronted she challenges his claim that it was for scientific purposes. Author plays into Tech’s curious nature and uses reader’s body for discoveries. It is hot and has great back and forth between Tech and Reader.

➤ Tech/Female Reader

the beast against the wall

By buryustogether

Rating: Explicit Tech is exposed to a toxin when he protects Reader that makes him lose his inhibitions. Phenomenal sex pollen story that leads to a feral Tech, and I am OBSESSED.

➤ Tech/Female Reader

The Quarry

By Littlelady1121

Rating: Mature Reader is a target to bring in to Cid, but there is more to her than it seems. Minor slowburn with a wonderful found family story with great characterizations.

➤ Tech/Female Reader

Nighttime Variations

By @bring-backup-99

Rating: Explicit Reader meets Tech when he stays at her inn, and they hit it off. This is a great balance of sexy and sweet! She does a great characterization of Tech and if you like her work and want to get kinkier I’d recommend her Bad Choices series as well.

➤ Tech/Female Reader

Quick And Dirty

By @eyecandyeoz

Rating: Explicit Reader helps Tech do repairs, and clean up afterward. Sexy one shot with some fun back and forth between our favorite info dumper! Candy has a bunch of hot one shots and gorgeous artwork as well!

✶ Howzer ✶

➤ Howzer/Female Reader

Doctor’s Orders

By @grampsoninspace

Rating: Explicit Captain Howzer is a cocky flirt to the Reader Medic, and it goes his way. This was fun to see a lee burdened more flirtatious Howzer and had some great tension building with some hot smut!

✶ Cassian Andor ✶

➤ Cassian Andor/Original Female Character

Starlight

By @joeybelle

Rating: Explicit While on a mission Cassian gets strong-armed into helping a medic escape the Empire, and it doesn't go to her plans at all. Slow burn and tension galore, along with angst. The sequel is unfinished but I hope upon hope one day she will continue it!

✶ Din Djarin ✶

➤ Din Djarin/Female Reader

Rough Day

By @no-droids

Rating: Explicit Reader signed up to be Grogu’s babysitter and got involved in a fuckfest with the kid’s father. The tiktok famous porn with plot, Mando fic everyone talks about. It truly is a well-written story amongst the smut!

➤ Din Djarin/Female Reader

Be-all and Endor

By: @djarins-cyare

Rating: Explicit Reader is a technician on Endor when the Mandalorian crosses her path and she decides to help him Insanely well-written saga that explores culture and the universe of Star Wars.

✶ Poe Dameron ✶

➤ Poe Dameron/Female Reader

Nine

By @foxilayde

Rating: Explicit Sexy oneshot of a boiling point moment between friends Poe and Reader and then it's just smut central. Love the banter and the idiots-in-love so much.

➤ Poe Dameron/Female Reader

The Bet

By @no-droids

Rating: Explicit Poe and Reader make a bet on who can stay abstinent the longest, when they try to get the other to fold the tension begins to snap. One of the hottest smut fics I’ve ever read. I use this as a way to convince my IRL friends to start reading fanfiction.

➤ Poe Dameron/Female Reader

Directions

By @zinzinina

Rating: Explicit Reader admits shes never climaxed with a partner before and Poe is determined to change that. This is a beautifully written friends to lovers smut oneshot that I just love to bits.

Moon Knight

✶ Steven Grant and Marc Spector ✶

➤ Steven Grant/Female Reader, Marc Spector/Female Reader

Red Flags

By @astroboots and @thirstworldproblemss

Rating: Explicit Fantastically written story about dating Steven while not knowing about Marc (and Jake) and all the red flags with dating someone hiding a part of themselves. Full stop my favorite Moon Knight fic to date, and I even make my non-fanfiction reader friends read it.

➤ Steven Grant/Female Reader, Marc Spector/Female Reader

fallen from heaven, grown on earth

By davosmymaster

Rating: Mature Marc asks his long-time friend to watch over Steven as he lets him be the primary front. Reader falls in love with Steven after pining over Marc their entire relationship and it causes some ANGST. Lots of yearning and a happy ending.

➤ Steven Grant/Female Reader, Marc Spector/Female Reader

Stuck

By @zinzinina

Rating: Explicit Reader stops by Steven’s place to bring him his lost badge when Marc answers the door and seduces her. Just a sexy little two-shot that I like to reread a lot.

✶ Steven Grant, Marc Spector, and Jake Lockley ✶

➤ Steven Grant/Female Reader, Marc Spector/Female Reader, Jake Lockley/Female Reader

Gift of Min

By @astroboots and @thirstworldproblemss

Rating: Explicit An ancient aphrodisiac spirit is released and reader has to help Steven through it. Another fantastic piece of work form these two, and it is in one of my top five tropes! Absolutely so hot and passionate.

Triple Frontier

✶ Francisco "Catfish" Morales ✶

➤ Francisco "Catfish" Morales/Female Reader

Something New

By @prolix-yuy

Rating: Explicit Reader hires a sex worker after a period of loneliness brought on by divorce. This whole series is absolutely soft and wholesome while being so sexy.

Kingsman

✶ Jack “Whiskey” Daniels ✶

➤ Jack “Whiskey” Daniels/Female Reader

Whiskey & Westworld

By @prolix-yuy

Rating: Explicit A universe where the Kingsman characters are robots in the Westworld Theme Park when Reader comes to visit. This story is so well written and the tension build-up is delicious.

➤ Jack “Whiskey” Daniels/Female Reader

Harder to Hold

By @brandyllyn

Rating: Explicit Reader becomes the seduction target of Jack Daniels and she doesn’t understand why. The sexiness and espionage in this fic is so fun!

Ghostbusters

✶ Egon Spengler ✶

➤ Egon Spengler/Female Reader

Masters of Sex (The Mood Slime Experiments)

By @psychokinetic-ectoplasm

Rating: Explicit Reader helps out Egon with the mood slime experiments. Just gloriously filthy smut that develops into feelings.

Dragon Age

✶ The Iron Bull ✶

➤ Iron Bull/Original Female Character

Gina and the Iron Bull

By Lexi Banner (jinbaittai)

Rating: Explicit After an accident in another universe, a woman ends up in Thedas during the time of the Inquisition. I am a SUCKER for someone falling into another universe, and this is a long hot romance.

✶ Cullen Rutherford ✶

➤ Cullen Rutherford/Female Commander Shepard

The Two Commanders

By Katieee

Rating: Explicit When Commander Shepard destroys the reapers, she wakes up to find herself in Thedas where her biotics are mistaken for magic. Again, I love fish-out-of-water stories where someone from a different universe ends up in another, and I also love to see Shepard be a badass. Takes place over a series of years and is just a fun read.

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clonemedickix · 1 year ago

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Ollo!

I have a major arcana ask!!!

For Primer and Volte aaaand Lara 🥰

[THE DEVIL] - Which of the capital vices is your muse tempted by? (Pride, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Lust, Gluttony, Sloth)

and/or

[THE MOON] - If they had to choose one trait to describe themselves, what would it be? Is it a genuine answer, or the illusion/persona they put on for others?

😘💜💜💜

Primer

Devil - I would say Primer is tempted by Envy and Lust. He loves Lara, though she belongs to Rex. His whole life and goal is to serve her, protect her and be her right hand man, but he can’t help the feelings he develops for her over time.

The Moon - Dedicated. Oh it’s genuine.

Volte

Devil - in as much as he’s tempted by anything, I’d say Greed. He wants to know more, wants to find THE answer to save people. Always learning, always wanting to excel, to go further.

The Moon - Resilient. It’s an illusion. He wants everybody to think he’s okay, that he is getting by, even when brothers die and he can’t help them. In reality, he barely keeps his head and heart above water. He struggled with every death, every permanent injury he couldn’t prevent or heal.

Lara

Devil - Lara is tempted by multiple vices - Pride, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Lust. She usually keeps the Pride in line, but sometimes it can creep out in ways that make her choose destructive paths, thinking she’s smarter or better than she really is. Greed, in that she wants a happy life, when it was not really something promised to her in the first place. Envy for the same reason. Wrath, because she is capable of great duality - very good, and yet, very bad when angered. Her Wrath can destroy worlds, life, and more pieces of her soul. Lust, because she loves more than one man, and struggles to live in a human-centric, morally acceptable lifestyle.

The Moon - Complicated. It’s not a persona, she really is complicated, though she tries her best to do the right thing for all peoples. She tries to slide through time without notice, tries to make no waves while doing her job. But at the same time, she pushes people away, isolates herself and has made herself a truly complex, emotionally puzzling character.

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#oc asks #oc ask game #original clone trooper #original female character #OC Captain Primer #OC General Lara Lin #OC CMO Volte #worksbyclonemedickix #kix’s art #the clone wars #star wars #starwars fandom #the clone wars fanart #starwars fanart #starwars the clone wars #the clone wars fan #tcw fanfiction #the clone wars fan fiction #clone wars fan fiction

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clone-anon · 9 months ago

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Could you maybe do something like jedi Reader comforts Rex after Umbara?

You got it!

A/N: Can be read as a platonic relationship. Includes platonic bedsharing with multiple clones.

You wandered throughout the barracks after meeting with several jedi generals. You were headed back to the temple when you saw Rex. You tried greeting him with a smile, but he looked devastated and angry at the same time. He looked at you and tried softening his features.

"I heard," you said, referring to Umbara.

Rex shook his head and looked away. You sensed his devastation.

"So many good men are gone," he whispered.

You put a hand on his elbow and guided him to sit down in the nearby mess hall. You put a hand on his shoulder and waited for him to speak. His grief weighed so heavily, you weren't sure how he was still going. Rex leaned toward you and allowed you to wrap your arms around him. He started listing the names of all the men he knew were gone and then Dogma, whose future was unknown.

"None of this should have happened," he gritted through his teeth.

"I heard about Krell." You refused to call him a master any more. "Some of the other masters are concerned he may have influenced other jedi. I hope not."

"He had a reputation for not caring about the clones," said Rex, "and I shouldn't have pushed that fact aside as long as I did."

"You're loyal, Rex. You're an excellent leader and soldier. Don't blame yourself."

You wiped away an escaped tear. You sat there with him as time ticked on. You weren't leaving that night. You, Rex, Fives, Tup, and Jesse pushed some mattresses together on the floor of their barracks. You slept together, holding on to him. Everyone laid in a pile and fell asleep. They just wanted to stay connected and hope that they could keep going on.

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kotemf · 3 months ago

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An endless supply of homemade meals and knit sweaters for the Coruscant Guard

It all started when Cringe helped a random old lade cross a busy street.

It was Cringe's second day on Coruscant and he was patrolling on one of the upper levels along with Rys. When he saw an old granny with a cane afraid to step into the street, he didn't hesitate to help. That's why they were there, right? To help people.

So he helped this lady cross the street, she thanked him and Cringe wanted to leave.

"Not so fast, young man. Why don't you walk with me to my apartment, I have some cake."

Cringe wasn't sure why she wanted him to go home with her and he also wasn't sure why the information about having cake - that was a nat-born meal, wasn't it? - was relevant but refusing this old lady felt rude. So he went along with it.

He was grateful that he did. Apparently, the cake was relevant. Cringe got to eat as much of it as he could and got the rest packed in a box to take back to the barracks. The lady was good company, too. She was very lonely, her husband died five years ago and her only son moved away and was so focused on career he hardly took time to call her once in a while. She invited Cringe to come over again. And who was Cringe to refuse?

There was something going on in the mess hall. There was a huge group of troopers around one of the tables. They were sharing something and looked like they were having fun. What was it? Spice, maybe?

"Commander!" One of the shinies, Cringe, noticed Fox looking at them. "Do you want some?"

Honestly, Fox could do with some good stuff. "Sure."

He didn't get spice. He didn't even get a death stick. He got a tiny piece of cake with pink frosting. Where the kriff did they even get that?

Thorn was sitting at the reception desk in the Coruscant Guard headquarters. He hated reception duty. It was all about explaining irritated senators that no, it wasn't the Guard's job to stand at their speeder to make sure no one scratched it and that if they needed a bodyguard, they had to fill a request and then wait for a clone officer to authorize it, and no they couldn't just barge in and take two troopers.

"Next!" he called out after the last senator left.

"Hello."

Thorn closed his eyes under his helmet, the opened them again. Either he was going crazy or there was an ancient, smiling lady in front of him. Not their typical visitor.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"I'm looking for Glitch."

Thorn has never been good at remembering names but it sounded like a clone name. Did some poor shiny offend this lady? "I'm sorry, he is unavailable at the moment."

"Then give him this, please."

"Of course, ma'am," Thorn said instinctively as he examined the rather large package the lady put on the counter.

"Thank you, dear."

Before Thorn could process that, the lady was gone. Curious, he peaked inside the package. It wasn't everyday that a trooper received a gift. He hoped it wasn't a bomb or something like that.

"Hey guys, do you know where Glitch might be?" Thorn asked a group of troopers in the barracks as soon as his shift was over.

"Over there, playing cards."

Thorn thanked him quickly before jogging over to the gamblers. He saw one of them quickly hiding something in his pocket. Fox didn't mind playing sabacc in the slightest but he didn't like it when troopers bet things, whether it were rare credits or just supplies like ration bars. Thorn didn't really know what the troopers were betting, if they lost their blasters in sabacc, well, that wasn't Thorn's problem. But being a commander, he wasn't trusted not to tell Fox.

"Commander."

"At ease. I have a package for Glitch."

"That's me, sir."

Thorn handed the shiny his package. He still didn't quite know what the contents were, he didn't peak that much. The only thing he knew was that there was something white and soft.

Thorn watched the shiny unpack two fluffy sweaters and various containers of nat-born food. What the heck?

Glitch, of course, visited the kind lady to thank her. He left with a huge box of cookies and an invitation to come over for dinner.

The dinners became a regular occurrence. It didn't take long and Glitch got asked to call her grandma. He even had the honor of meeting the bingo club and was also told to start bringing friends. Grandma and her friends from bingo were furious when they found out the Guard only got to eat ration bars and that they were always freezing because there was no heating in the barracks.

All troopers had sweaters now. They were warm and soft, not like their blacks. And grandma and her friends from the knitting club even took time to make each trooper who came to talk to them their custom sweater that matched their armor. They even convinced grandma to knit a sweater with fox for their grumpy commander.

Somehow, the whole thing ended the war.

The world had no idea why numerous complaints about the treatment of clones were coming to the senate from a senior house and a knitting club for lonely grandmas of all places. They had no idea how the chancellor later revealed Sith lord happened to get stabbed to death with knitting needless or why a surprising number of clones from the Guard decided to go help out to old people now that they were free of all things they could've chosen.

But the Corries knew. They knew and they would never tell.

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sashketter · 8 months ago

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His pauldron remained

Summary: Rex leaves a piece of his armor with you.

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Implied established relationship, a little fluff, a little angst. Gender-neutral reader. Fully SFW.

Notes: My first fic! This takes place immediately after season 3 episode 7 of The Bad Batch (“Extraction”) and jumps ahead twice, first to the middle of the Rebellion and then to the start of the New Republic. I’m obviously still processing the loss of Rex’s pauldron lol

“Rex!”

You called out to him from the edge of the small airfield. He was facing Howzer and Echo at the end of the Remora’s platform, his back to you. He turned at the sound of your voice, and even at this distance, you could see the right corner of his mouth tug up. Echo nodded and directed Howzer towards a group of clones to their right. Rex started towards you, the jaig eyes of his helmet peeking out from under his left arm.

“You left this behind,” you said as you lifted Rex’s pauldron from where it hung down by its straps over your left shoulder. You stretched it out to him and closed the distance between you.

Rex sighed and rubbed the back of his head. Weariness seemed to sag his shoulders. He stared down, eyebrows furrowed, at the piece of his armor balanced in your hands.

Noticing his posture, you looked around and asked, “Your men… The mission failed?”

Rex met your eyes briefly before shaking his head and averting his glance to his left. The sadness in his features shifted to contemplation. “Yes, but it brought us some intel.”

Before you could push further, Rex rapped a knuckle on the scorched blue material in your left hand. “I left that for you,” he said. A smirk spread across his face and wrinkled his eyes, softening his gaze on you.

Your eyebrows shot up in shock, then down in confusion. “Uh, if this is your way of promoting me,” you leveled the pauldron and its straps across your collarbones, “you should know this won’t fit. And not just literally, captain.” You hummed his title a litter lower in your throat.

His smile faded, lips thinned into a taut line. “No, I don’t need it anymore,” he mused, eyes downcast. “The rank that came with this,” he pinched the straps, “doesn’t exist without the Republic. We’re all equals now.”

You watched a haze of emotions flicker across his face before he lifted his eyes back to yours and smiled again.

“Besides,” he slinked a step closer to you and dropped to a murmur that rumbled in his chest, “I had to tell you I’d be back without waking you.” The knuckle of his right forefinger came up to gently tap your chin upward.

As his hand came down, you let out a shy huff and smiled into his gleaming face. He could’ve left a note on your desk or a message with one of his brothers, but you knew instantly the weight of this gesture: he trusted you with a piece of himself, a part of his past that he was learning to live without in this brand-new galaxy. You gathered the pauldron and its straps into your hands and hugged it to your chest. “I’ll keep it safe,” you promised.

~~~

Years passed as bases of operation were abandoned and reassembled throughout the galaxy, the proto rebellion ever on the run from the Empire’s probe droids. As the movement’s numbers grew, your belongings dwindled. Papers and pillows and plenty of extra weight were shed to improve speed and efficiency. You could fit most of your things into one bag, ready to be slung across your back at a moment’s notice, but you still used a second larger case to carry supplies necessary to acclimate to each new planet’s environment. Buried beneath various coats and oxygen masks and rappelling rope was Rex’s pauldron, always the last item to be unpacked and hung in your sleeping quarters.

You had lost track of Rex awhile ago, but kept his pauldron where he could most easily pick it back up. At least, that’s what you told yourself - you promised, after all - but you knew that beyond the words that had passed between you, from late night whispers to hastily scribbled notes, you kept it as a reminder of him and the hope you had kindled together.

“What’s that,” someone would inevitably inquire, piqued by the antique armor.

“It’s a friend’s,” you had said for a year, before acknowledging instead, “It was a friend’s.”

Most probed no further, satisfied with the assumption that the memento’s owner had died. After all, most in the Rebellion had lost at least one person to the unyielding Empire; meaningful keepsakes were common. Those who pressed further were met with the story of Rex and his activities during those early years of Imperial control: how he and his brothers had set up a small network of militaristic strongholds hidden in the ruins of the Clone Wars, equipped them with Republic technology salvaged from decommissioned cruisers - the same ships they had manned and traversed the galaxy in for years - and essentially laid the foundation for the ground operations of the current iteration of the Rebellion. You hammered home that last point especially hard for those unfamiliar with the clone captain. If he is dead, you thought, his memory should live on.

Years passed, and his pauldron remained.

~~~

Galaxy-wide celebrations after the Battle of Endor lasted for weeks, but for some, the work was just beginning. Building a New Republic would be a different fight altogether, one that required skills more subtle than shooting blasters. Nonetheless, some members of the Rebellion came forward to help.

You were still finding your place in peacetime when your former general, now distinguished senator, summoned you to her office. A short flight brought you to Coruscant, which for all the upheaval of the past two decades, seemed almost like it had been during the Republic. Glittering surfaces above hid neon darkness below, with every species of the galaxy converging on its streets.

Walking the halls of the Senate building, however, felt less familiar. All the finery of its members couldn’t replace the emptiness left behind by the time that had passed. Unlike some, you remembered the Republic before the wars, before legislative bills and secret motions had set the galaxy on a course to be undone and remade into something to survive. Ghosts from a lifetime ago lingered most potently where change originated. I wonder if he ever came here, you wondered idly. He would’ve hated it.

Senator Organa wasted no time in offering you a position as one of her aides. She was detailing the job’s responsibilities when another senator, breathless with news, entered and urged her to the lower chambers. I might not be cut out for this, you thought as she left the room.

You waited in front of her desk, standing at attention out of habit and cataloguing the contents of the senator’s shelves, when a familiar voice drifted from the doorway behind you. His honey dulcet tones matched the golden haze filtering through the windows and silhouetting the room.

“Still got my pauldron?”

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H/T to @fox-trot for this post re: clone bases. I was thinking the same, although I’d go a step further and argue the clones set up the earliest Rebel bases. I just love the idea of remnants of the Republic haunting the Empire by forming the foundation of the Rebellion.

And I know we don’t technically see a fully formed, cohesive Rebellion until circa Rebels and Andor, but I also like to think there were several attempts at a coalition that failed, or at least smaller cells like Saw Gerrera’s that had been operating independently, for years before. Hence “proto rebellion” and then “the current iteration of the Rebellion” (emphases added lol) 😇

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skellymom · 10 months ago

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"I'M YOUR MAN"

Hunter x Jedi Fem Reader Supporting Character. SMUTTY++

Background: This one shot starts out very similar to my "Hunt and Peck" one shot. However, it's not just a Force Sensitive, but an actual Jedi. And, his Batchmates aren't in on the shenanigans. This is the VERY dirty version of "Hunt and Peck" but Hunter goes "solo".

I wanted to write a smutty fic from INSIDE Hunter's head space. We hardly ever really know what's going on in there. Well, now you do!

Word Count: 2.1K

WARNING: Male masturbation, oral sex, genital sex, spit kink, swearing kink, dirty word kink, praise kink, names of various sexual positions, bodily fluids, lots of dirty nasty sexy stuff. Lots of it. Very LEMONY content!

The Batch finished up their latest mission, picking up a new passenger along the way. Y/N was a Jedi hitching a ride to a planet they would be passing on the way to Kamino. She would only be staying a few standard days on the Marauder, and the crew made sure she had a comfortable stay.

Within two days Hunter was smitten. He usually kept his infatuations to himself as best he could...ESPECIALLY with female Jedi. But...well, this one was different...and difficult to ignore. Of course, he still engaged with her politely and respectfully. Being a Sergeant and host on this transport, he kept some distance.

Y/N was attractive. Not conventionally, as he wouldn’t consider himself attracted to just ANY pretty face. But she had that...thing. An essence? Something that just took him out at the knees. It was elusive...

...and she smelled SO GOOD. Hell, even when she was sweaty, dirty, just got woke up in the morning...heady scent of her body odor with the slightest tang of her sex...

Hunter shifted in the pilot’s seat. His armor codpiece felt tight. Dammit, he NEEDED to stop getting distracted. He was supposed to be sitting watch on the ship.

Technically Echo was to stand this shift. However, he was under the weather and now lying down like the rest of his brothers.

Hunter could hear Crosshair breathing, Echo’s ticking mechanical heart, and smell Tech’s drool...as he slept face down with mouth open. Wreckers' snores were like a power tool, until his sleep apnea kicked in. Hunter would count the seconds unconsciously holding his own breath too...until Wrecker finally inhaled.

Hunter inhaled deeply just thinking about it...

...until Y/N sighed in her sleep. The sound brought his attention back to the heat and tightness in his groin. Hunter’s cock was now becoming painful with an intense pressure against his codpiece.

Oh STARS! How did the other Clones deal with this??? Commander Bly following Aayla Secura around while she exposed all that beautiful blue skin. Or Deepa Billoba with her pretty braids and deep scarlet lips...

...then there was his first crush: Shaak Ti. A tall stunning Togruta with her long montrals and head tails.

DANK FERRICK! Y/N did look at him a lot and smiled. He could sense her body reacting to him MUCH differently than his brothers. The thrumming of her presence on his senses. Something he guessed was her Force sensitivity. It would tickle his nerve endings and make him shiver...in a VERY good way. Was Y/N flirting with the Force? Hunter wasn’t exactly sure. Was that even ALLOWED?

Hunter ripped the codpiece off and tossed it onto the Marauder’s dash. His girthy engorged cock staining through his blacks...and leaving a wet spot.

These Jedi women are going to be the death of me!

Who was he kidding...WOMEN drove him crazy!!!

The last thing Hunter wanted was to cause any trouble...especially with a Jedi.

He had to take care of this situation...and put IT to “rest” ...NOW.

Walking back to the refresher wasn’t an option. He didn’t want to wake anyone, and he was supposed to be on watch.

Listening again, Hunter could perceive everyone was asleep and accounted for. He slid down comfortably in the pilot’s chair. Noting that Tech left one of his hand rags for mechanical maintenance hanging up in the cockpit, Hunter grabbed it for clean up later.

Looking around and listening one last time, Hunter gently rolled down his blacks and released his cock. Its meaty girthiness sprung up at attention. Uncut and big enough to satisfy, but not so large as to be painful. Poor Wrecker...Hunter thought fleetingly. So big he must hold back constantly to not injure. Gotta be stressful. People would give Hunter shit for being the smallest of the group. Heh, average ain’t bad. Especially since he exceeded at technique.

What was the saying on Kamino? Yeah...It’s not the size of the ship, but the motion of the ocean.

The head of his penis peeked out from the uncut foreskin. Hunter smoothed his thumb through the large drop of precum and rubbed gentle circles on the top of his cock. He shivered from the sensation but held back a gentle moan. He needed to be extra quiet. Keeping his mouth shut, Hunter also regulated his breathing.

Next, he cupped his cock in hand and gently but firmly pulled back his foreskin. Then he gave his shaft a few good pumps.

... A very feminine scent wafted from the pallet Y/N was sleeping on the bunk room floor. She must have been having a hell of a dream...as Hunter could smell her wet arousal. To her credit, she was extremely quiet.

The smell drove him crazy. More precum leaked from his cock.

Hunter closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like to bury his face in Y/N’s pussy. He inhaled her scent and pictured himself licking and sucking her clit. How she would look from that point of view. Staring up over her mons pubis to see her writhe and sweat. Hair messed, face and chest flushed as he teased her to orgasm over and over again. Screaming his name, asking for more.

FUCK, he LOVED EATING PUSSY! LOVED watching his lovers lose themselves in ecstasy. Loved when they praised his talent for the job.

And, if they wanted to be fingered while he dined, he happily obliged. Gently of course...unless she insisted on it being rough. He followed directions very well and kept the channels of communication open. How many fingers? How’s that feel? You like how I’m fingering you? Tell me. I wanna hear you tell me. Yeah...whatever you want. I’m your man. Mmmm...You’re so FUCKING beautiful!

Pumping his cock, occasionally coming up to rub the leaking precum across his head and frenulum with his thumb. The mental image fueling his desire and the tingling of his penis.

Hunter also LOVED breasts. Big, small, he serviced them all. Lick them, kiss, twist, cup. But, he wasn’t in a hurry. No, Hunter wanted to appreciate the other parts of his lover's body and work his way there.

Nibbling Y/N’s thighs, tender kisses on her stomach. Women worry too much about their bellies. Who the fuck made them feel so insecure? Hunter wasn’t gonna get mad. He didn’t have time for that. Bring that belly here and let me worship it. The asshole that made you feel bad about that part of your body isn’t here...I AM. Look me right in the eyes. Yeah, hold that eye contact. Listen to me. I’m gonna make your body SING tonight. I wanna make you feel desirable...’cause you are. Now, grab my hair if you feel ya gotta hold on tight!

Pumped his wet cock a bit more...

AND ASSES! All sizes. Firm and jiggly...flat and flabby...

Fuck the guy who told you your ass wasn’t pretty. Probably the same dipshit who razzed you about your other body parts.

I’m here to tell ya: Your body parts make my cock wanna give you a standing ovation. I’ll happily kiss ANYTHING on your body, if it’ll get you off. Even the stuff you might be worried is too nasty and dirty. I’ll be as clean as you request or dirty as ya care to ask for.

Hunter needed to stay on track. All the blood was rushing to his lower extremities, making him a bit punch drunk. His eyes were half closed with horniness.

And he needed a bit more lubrication. Hunter leaned over his swollen member and spit on it delicately. The extra slide felt amazing.

Oh yeah...Hunter was getting ahead of himself. In his mind Y/N requested he kiss and suckle her breasts. In his mind, she moaned and raked at his back. Mmmmhmm...I wanna hear you. Tell me how much you like this. He moved up to lavish her neck with kisses, grinding his slippery member through her sex. The sound was loud and wet. Smells sooo good. Whispering in her ear, pressing his nose against her cheek You feel so good! FUCK...Hunter shivered, his cock twitching with anticipation.

Are you ready for me? Yeah? Gonna take my time, okay? I’m in no hurry...unless you WANT me to fuck you hard and put you away wet? I aim to please. So swollen and hard right now...could grab you around the legs, hoist ya up, and nail ya silly. Missionary? Doggie style? Cowgirl? Reverse Cowgirl? Vertical or Horizonal, I’m strong enough to get ya there.

No? Ok. Just give me the word. And I’ll take it nice...and easy.

Hunter slowed down the momentum on his cock. Stroking gently to prolong his arousal and not cum too soon.

What about me, you say? Heh...REALLY enjoying my time with you. I’m a man of variety. Whatever you want, I’m along for...ahem...the ride. However long it takes.

You wanna suck my cock? Well...chuckles...I won’t say NO to a good blow. Just ask you tease me a bit. He imagined the wet softness of Y/N’s mouth on his member. Swirling her tongue over his head, shaft...

...her hand firmly gripping his balls and he gripped them now...

...pumping his cock...gathering momentum.

Wanna blow my seed in your cunt, while I’m holding you. Full body skin on skin contact while I’m inside you. My uncut foreskin rubbing your pink jellybean clit while my cock caresses your G-spot. Bonus if I get to taste your mouth while you moan into mine.

Hunter lifted his pelvis off the seat, bracing his legs and abdomen...adding pressure to his core and the root of his sex. He slid his cock back and forth through his wet hand, gritting his teeth, and sweating.

I’ll do EVERYTHING in my power to take you over the edge ONE more time before I do. I got the stamina to fuck, suck, and caress you all night if it’s what you request of me. Over and over again.

I’m YOUR MAN.

As Hunter came, a very sudden and explosive scream erupted from the bunk room!

Hunter let go of his scrotum and slapped a hand over his mouth to hold back his violent moans. An intense, warm orgasm shot through his body. Hunter came SO HARD it hit the ceiling of the Marauder’s cockpit with an audible THUMP! A climax so sudden and strong, he shook and was unable to stand.

The bunk room erupted in chaos. Wrecker had fallen off the top bunk from sheer terror. Tech started awake and flung his datapad across the room...hitting Crosshair in the head. Only Echo remained unscathed as he slipped unaided by his prosthetics from the bottom bunk to the Jedi’s pallet on the floor.

He put his one intact arm around the Jedi. “Ma’am, are you ok?”

She, sweating, flushed, and breathing heavily, “Oh...” stammered, “A dream.”

“Sounded like a NIGHTMARE!” Wrecker recovered from his fall.

The Jedi laughed nervously.

Tech finally found his goggles amongst the bedcovers, slapped them on, and ran to the refresher. “I’ll retrieve a glass of water for our guest.”

Crosshair rubbed the goose egg developing on his forehead. “Bring a bacta patch while you’re in there too!”

“Where the HELL is HUNTER???” Echo thundered.

On command Hunter slid into the bunk room. “What happened? Must have fallen asleep on watch!”

Echo turned to Hunter “Our Guest gave us quite a scare.” He looked puzzled as Hunter NEVER fell asleep on watch. “Due to a dream.”

Tech ran in and handed the Jedi a full canteen of water and a small towelette for her sweaty brow.

“Thank you, Tech.” She dabbed herself and sipped from the canteen...purposely keeping her eyes averted from the Sergeant.

“Bacta patch?” Crosshair growled at Tech.

“I ONLY have two hands, Crosshair!” Tech sassed his way back to the refresher.

“Looking a little FLUSHED too, Hunter. Sure you’re FEELING well? Crosshair sneered.

Hunter was just about to tell Crosshair to shut his pie hole when the Jedi interrupted. “I... think I’m ready to go back to sleep.”

“Alright.” Echo got back into his bunk. “You need ANYTHING, we’re right here.”

“I’m feeling better now.” She sighed. "Thank you Echo."

Wrecker leaned down and handed Lula to Y/N. “Lula will help you sleep the rest of the night.”

“Thank you, Wrecker.”

Crosshair sneered at Hunter who turned to go back to his watch station.

Tech unpeeled the bacta patch and slapped it over Crosshair’s pie hole, then turned out the lights.

Next morning the Marauder landed at the Jedi’s destination. She thanked The Batch and descended the gangplank. Sergeant Hunter was the last to say goodbye and salute her.

“I must thank you, btw.” She blushed demurely and smiled.

Hunter looked confused and glanced to see where his Batchmates were at. They had already retreated into the ship, preparing to leave the planet.

“Uh...for what?”

“For being...MY MAN... last night.”

Hunter blushed crimson red... speechless but had SO MANY questions.

“I know what you’re thinking Sergeant. Jedi CAN have...relations. They just can’t be possessive attachments. And... technically we never physically touched...”

She winked and walked away towards her destination.

And that was how Hunter was literally mind-fucked by a Jedi.

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