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A long couple of days so!
Wednesday:
Black Austin Reed suit
White Hawes And Curtis shirt
Grey Bridgedale socks
Grey stripe boxers
BUND boots
Drizabone hat, 2009, secondhand, charity shop, ÂŁ2
Barbour jacket, from work
Thursday:
Levi 501s, 2005, secondhand, charity shop, ÂŁ10
Purple gym shirt, promotional, 2019
Blue windowpane check boxers, part of a set, 2021, m+s
BUND boots
Red Bridgedale socks, gift, 2010s
White string vest, m&s, 2021, part of a set
Blue wooly pully, 2010s, ÂŁ6
Black bomber jacket, MILTEC, gift, 2023
Friday:
Slept at a friend's house so wore the same clothes as THURSDAY until I changed at midday into
Le Coq Sportif hoodie, late 90s
Grey jogging bottoms, 2010s, less than ÂŁ10
And, NEW PANTS
Bought on the 2nd of February:
Marks and Spencer Jersey boxers, button fly, loose, red and green patterns. ÂŁ25 for 5.
I wore the green acacia leaf print ones
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So I made a bear at Build-A-Bear and named her Ellie and then not too long after I ended up finding TLOU fics by two different authors where Ellie is turned into a bear
Something rather specific is going on here and I don't know what it is
#my ellie was almost a dinosaur#a jurassic world branded t rex#but i wanted my first bab to be able to fit as many of the clothes as possible#so i got a velvet hugs teddy and bought her a jurassic world shirt#the last of us#tlou#ellie williams#ellie tlou
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The Maybe Girl: Colton Shaw x Reader (NSFW)
Tagging: @kmc1989 @inlovewithcharmers @mckinleysbones @rex-the-dino @ahoodgirl
Companion piece to:
Stay (NSFW) - Colter can never ask for you to stay.

Sometimes Colter dreams about you. His hands running through your hair, his lips chasing all over your skin as your head tips back and you say his name. Those are the mornings he wakes up with a hard on he has to take care of in the shower because those dreams, theyâre memories, ones that are scored upon the surface of his heart. He jerks off to the image of your mouth encircling him, that sinful look in your eyes when you know heâs close, so close heâs about toâŚ
Thereâs the other dreams, of course, the ones he would never reveal to a living soul. A white dress and a cabin in the woods, a couple of dogs. Youâre both too fucked up for a traditional relationship and children arenât on the cards but it doesnât stop Colter from hoping that maybe one day youâll both settle down together. He canât see it happening anytime soon but eventually, when you both get your shit together.
âIâm your Maybe GirlâŚâ You had said one night when you were laying on your stomach in his bed. He was doodling patterns across your skin, connecting the constellations of scars when youâd finally spoke.
âMaybe Girl?â Heâd questioned, his eyebrows furrowing as he tilted his head to read your features.
âYou knowâŚâ You say, meeting his eyes. âThe one you tell yourself you may have a future with so you can avoid any other commitments.â
âThatâs notâŚâ He trails off, pursing his lips together when you give him that knowing look. âI donât think of it as a maybe.â
For Colter itâs an inevitability. Heâs been in love with you for years at this point and heâs confident youâre in love with him. Itâs why you tell him your secrets by the light of the campfire, the things youâve never told anybody else
âOh.â You say, looking troubled. âColter, I canât give you anything more than thisâŚâ
âI know.â Heâd whispered, his thumb tracing lightly over the apple of your cheek. âBut maybe someday you can.â
Itâs the wrong thing to say, he knows that now. Sometimes he gets so caught up in you he canât help but express his feelings but you, youâre like a skittish animal. You need to be approached carefully, with caution because for you commitment is entrapment.
Itâs marrying a man your father chooses for you at the age of fifteen, one three times your age and an elder of the cult he joined because your mother died and he canât cope with his teenage daughter. Itâs hunting in the woods for survival to feed children that arenât your own, ones that you can never have because that first time was so violent that  it ruined you.
You donât even bother to slip out when heâs asleep that night. You just get up, gather up your clothes and go.
He doesnât follow because he understands that urge to escape, especially when you feel overwhelmed. Thatâs why his father called him The Restless One.
When you appear outside his airstream tonight he doesnât expect it. Itâs been six months since he last laid eyes on you and heâs parked in the middle of nowhere, waiting for the next reward to come through.
âI canât be your Maybe Girl,â is the first thing you say to him, the rain pouring down as you stand outside, soaking wet.
âHow about you be the girl that comes in to get dry?â He suggests as he steps out of the way revealing the warm glow of the airstream. âThe girl I make tea for because thereâs a chill in the air and Iâm terrified of her catching hypothermia.â
You step inside, leaving a trail of wet clothes that leads directly to his shower. He sighs as he picks them up, hanging them up to dry over the cupboard doors in the kitchen before he goes through his slender wardrobe and picks out the shirt you like to wear. Itâs a soft faded grey, one heâs had since long before he bought airstream. The only reason he hasnât thrown it out yet is because he knows how much you like it.
âAre you going to join me?â You call from the bathroom and he envisions you naked underneath the water, the droplets trailing over your skin. He lays the t-shirt down on the bed and he wonders if youâll stay tonight or if heâll find that it neatly folded on the table were he eats as if it had never been worn.
âYea.â He calls through, pulling off his own shirt and tossing it in the hamper. âJust give me a sec and Iâll be right there.â
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Hello Soulmate
đ¸Zhongli x Reader Drabbleđ¸
Summary: You've had a weird soulmark on your wrist since you were young. Who knew it was the soulmark of a god who has waited for you for almost 6000 years?
CW: Fluff, soulmate au
Word Count: 1428 words!
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Imagine Zhongli, in all his years alive, has never found his soulmate.
On his chest above his heart, a small bird symbol lays dormant. If it wasn't for the very obvious mark, he'd believe he never had a soul mate to begin with.
But not once in his thousands of years on Teyvat, had it ever lit up, or burned, or glowed. Tell tale signs a soulmate is alive, and that you have met them, or that they were nearby.
His did none of those. It just sat innocently on his chest.
At least it wasn't ashen grey, showing his soulmate had passed.
He had long grown not to expect his soul mate to appear. Zhongli did have hope after becoming an Archon, hoping that would make finding you easier.
But you never once showed up.
Eventually time went on, and he no longer felt hope.
Well, that would be a lie.
He felt hope, but it had long since grown into a warm, smoldering coal, instead of the blazing fire it once was.
The dragon knew if he were to still meet you in this life, he would love and cherish you, excited beyond belief.
But that day had yet to come.
So with a heavy heart, he went through with the death of Rex Lapis.
It was one of the most difficult decisions he had ever made. But it had to be done, regardless if he truly wanted to step down or not.
Erosion would eventually come its way for him, much like it had done to Azhdaha. It was best to let his country grow on its own two legs, and be prepared for when that day came, whether it be in a hundred years, or a thousand.
A part of him worried you would come, only when he was beginning to wither.
Zhongli didn't want you to see him like that. You already missed him in his prime, but he had nightmares of meeting his soul mate when his mind started to erode.
But it had to be done.
He wasn't too surprised to see your mark on his human vessel, though he still felt so empty. Deep down, he yearned to hold his soulmate, even now.
So when he was sipping tea one day, taking his time for an order for Director Hu, he dropped his tea cup when he felt a burn on his chest, right above his vessels heart.
His eyes widen as he reaches up to touch the spot. For once, he curses himself for wearing so many clothes.
He's leaving the tea house he is in, uncaring if the mora he slammed down on the table was enough to cover his meal. Rushing to his small home he had bought years ago, Zhongli slams through the door, almost stumbling to his room.
Ripping off his clothes, he shakes as he sees it in the mirror.
Your soulmate mark, alive and glowing warmly on his chest.
He stares in wonder, fingers gently reaching up, touching the delicate looking mark with awe.
You were real. You were alive. You were close by.
Old instincts pushed at the boundaries in his mind, and he forced them back down.
Not now. You were alive. You were real. He had time.
Rex Lapis waited 6000 years for you. Zhongli could wait just a little longer.
Meanwhile, you had an odd soulmate mark, ever since it first materialized as a child.
It was the Geo symbol. Just that, the Geo symbol.
Your parents had been stumped since the mark showed itself, on the inside of your wrist clear as day.
It glowed a stunning amber, and was outlined in black. Whoever it was, was alive and well.
Most marks had very interesting meanings. But THE Geo symbol?
It had your parents scratching their heads.
Not once had anyone you met had any symbol similar. Never had anyone seen a mark of one of the elemental sigils.
As you got older, it only brought more questions than answers.
Though you remember talking about it with a friend in the bar in Mondstadt, when the bard there asked about it when he saw it on your wrist in passing.
"You know... It might be someone from Liyue that uses a Geo vision. Or maybe an adeptus that works with Rex Lapis? Who knows, maybe even Rex Lapis himself?"
The bard then laughed, and your face went red at the remark. You? Being able to claim a god as your soulmate? Please.
The head of the bar ended up dragging him away, though the mischievous, almost knowing look that bard sent you over his shoulder had you second guessing yourself.
His words kept whispering in your head. Maybe your soulmate was in Liyue? That was the nation's symbol after all. If anything, it would be a good place to start looking.
After all, you always felt sometimes you had to grab fate by the horns and take control of it yourself.
So when you packed a bag and headed out, your parents tearfully waving goodbye behind you, you didn't think much of it.
If you found them, then you did. If not, you could always go home.
Though you weren't expecting your mark to burn when you stopped to rest at a Statue of the Seven near the harbor. The late Rex Lapis' statue.
A part of your mind grew anxious at this news. Your mark glowing and burning like this.
"Who knows, maybe even Rex Lapis himself?"
The bard's words echoed almost tauntingly in your mind.
You tried not to sadly laugh as you felt the warmth flow through your body.
Of course, if it really was Rex Lapis, it would only be your luck it was a dead god you were tied to. If only you had been a year sooner...
But that didn't mean Rex Lapis' spirit was gone. You had read the papers, and Lady Ningguang had mentioned a dream where he told her about how he had perished.
Or something like that.
Perhaps that was what this was then? Since he was a god, that's why your mark wasn't ashen grey? His spirit was strong enough to live on?
How cruel. If that was what this was, your soulmate was taken from you far too-
"I found you."
You scream as you spin around, and a man with the most gorgeous amber eyes you have ever seen is standing behind you.
He looked a bit disheveled. His clothes almost haphazardly thrown on. You got the impression he normally didn't look like this.
The mark on your wrist pulsed, and your eyes widened.
"You..." You began, though you couldn't think of the words you wanted to say.
The man is quick to unbutton his shirt, and tug it to the side.
When you saw the glowing bird, pulsing on his chest above his heart, you knew.
That mark was yours.
Carefully, you lowered your wrist, and he oh so carefully reached out for it. His hands were so gentle as they took your own, as if you were made of glass.
The spark that followed as a thumb ran across the symbol, left you breathless.
"My symbol..." He murmured, in awe over the small mark.
But you could already tell there was weight behind those words.
His eyes snapped back to your own, and you saw it.
This man... he was older than he looked. Those eyes were the ones of an old soul.
You felt power radiating from him, and your mouth went dry.
"You aren't... human, are you?"
It wasn't so much a question, as it was a statement.
The man blinked, almost in surprise, before he began to laugh.
It was a gentle one, one that had your heart pounding in your chest.
He smiled at you, eyes glowing bright.
"I should have known my soulmate would be able to figure it out first thing."
"Who knows, maybe even Rex Lapis himself?"
Those word rang in your mind once more, and you found yourself speaking before you could think about what you were asking.
"...Rex... Lapis...?" You asked, almost unsure, though the thought somehow felt so right.
His eyes seemed to brighten, along with his smile.
He brought your hand up to his mouth, and kissed the Geo symbol on your wrist, sending shivers through out your body. He then nuzzled against your hand, eyes never leaving your own. The loving look he sent you left you almost breathless.
"Hello, my dear. It's nice to finally meet you."
#zhongli#zhongli x reader#genshin impact#genshin#genshin x reader#x reader#gn reader#drabble#zed.writes#long post#fluff#was in a Zhongli mood and sent this to my beloved jes before bed#and wanted to post it
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Hear ye hear ye
Can u make some more cannons with Bam? I loved your last ones they were so cute, also how do you think Bam would react if he saw someone else being a bit too flirty with the reader lol
Possessive Bam HCâs + Fic!
Bam Margera X Gn!Reader
Warnings: Highly suggestive content, alcohol, unwelcome flirting, violence, masochism, hickeys, biting, marking, kissing
An: This fic was inspired by this post by @ittydoor, which i couldnât get out of my head until I wrote something based off of it!! Special thanks to @camariesintrusivethoughts for sending it to me in the first place ;D
Bam doesnât like people touching (or hell, even staring at) things that belong to him,
Namely, you.
So if he caught wind that a guy even looked at you funny, much less started getting flirty with you, the situation could end in one of two ways.
Since heâs a little shit in general, it makes sense that his go to response to someone trying to hit on you would be flaunting that you were his
Letâs set the scene: The two of you are out at some bar and your boyfriend stepped away for a minute to go take a piss,
And he returned to some some asshole tryinâ to chat you up.
âIâm really flattered, but I hav-â
You were cut off by the pair of hands that quietly snaked around your waist. One glance at those rings, and you knew who was behind you
Bam pulled you in close, enough that you could feel the warmth from his torso through his clothes as he leaned his head onto your shoulder, nuzzling against you like a needy cat-
Hell, he was practically purring like one too.
Before making coy eye contact with the guy and flashing him a âtheyâre mineâ grin, âHey.â
One word, and so much condescension- so much Animal Planet style territory claiming.
Speaking of claiming territory, Bam has all these little ways of showing off that youâre his
Sometimes it was sweet, like when he was a little too eager to loan you his clothes to wear in the morning after you slept over at the castle
Or the delicate, silver heartagram necklace he bought you for your anniversary- this small, unmistakable symbol marking you as his
Other times, however, his methods of letting people know exactly who you belonged to weren't exactly as innocentâŚ
Even if he didnât have this whole way of viewing you as his territory, Bamâs generally a bit of an affectionate biter,
So no matter where you went, people would be gawking at the little pink love bites that littered your neck and shoulders (much to your boyfriendâs demented amusement)
Point is, whatâs his is his, and Bam wasn't shy about letting other people know that.
Which leads me to the other way heâd make sure people know you were hisâŚ
The scene and the setting was as follows: it was Saint Patrickâs day, right around two in the morning, and you were walking home from Rexâs with Bam after having spent the night doing what everyone does on a drinking holiday, and maybe it was too dark for that guy at the payphone across the street and his dipshit buddy to see Bamâs arm coiled around your waist or the dark, maroon hickeys that littered your neck, because if they had seen them, they wouldnât have gotten in this situation. You couldâve sworn you heard one of them murmur, âNice assâŚâ to nobody in particular, but you paid him no mind, because you didnât get that offended when people hit on you.
Bam, on the other hand, did. Very much so.
The guy he was with shot a sleazy glance your way and slurred half drunkenly, âYeah, Iâd fuck âem...â That comment is what set your boyfriend off like a cobra who had been waiting to strike, and in a flash he was across the street, swinging his fists in these full force roundhouses- different from the limp, wimpy Bam punches you were used to. Seeing that fight was like going to the zoo and slipping the wolverines angel dust, the way the two- now three of them were duking it out. And Bam was laughing his ass off, enjoying this type of thingway too much, âYeah? How dâya like that? Oh yeah, punch me. Câmon, punch me in the-â Maybe, in some twisted way, he felt like he was defending your honor. Bamâs taunting was brought to a quick stop with a blow to the side of the head as his teeth planted jagged roots into his tongue and he could taste his own blood.
Ducking a punch from the other guy, he turned around and hit him straight on- pow! Like a spring loaded cartoon boxing glove right to the jaw. But Mr. Rubberbones bounced back like heâd done in a thousand stunts and bar fights, with this menichial little glint in his eye, sneering at the guy who just hit him with blood smeared teeth, âYeah, do it again, fucker- I like that shit.â It was like Tarantino level violence, the badassness of which was not in any way dissuaded by the fact that the cocky smirk plastered across Bamâs face didnât slip for a second through the torrent of fists.
Just as quickly as it had started, those two dickheads backed off from the two of you with their tails between their legs. That left you, trying to figure out if it was normal you got so turned on watching your boyfriend beat the shit out of two random strangers. Well, you didnât have to deliberate it much given the way that in the time you were pondering this, Bam had returned to your side and pulled you in, kissing you like a soldier returning from war. His blood mingled with your saliva as he possessively ran his rough hands up your torso in a way to say âMine. This oneâs mineâ. and you decided yes, it was totally hot.
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lapis dei | zhongli ( genshin impact ) x female! reader
â part four.
series genre romance, angst, smut, fantasy mafia! au
summary in your family, being married and giving an heir to a certain man youâre married to is a must. after zhongli lost his wife guizhong â he was devastated. but thereâs no time in wasting to find another woman who shall be his wife, and you were chosen.
cw in this chapter mentions of pregnancy, threats, mentions of blood, violence, character death, use of guns, use of sword | please read at your own risk, and please send an ask if i missed any content warnings here. not proofread.
word count 1.5k
notes + at the end this is a reupload!!! since this app wanna act up⌠epilogue soon :)
one | two | three | four ( youâre here )
You havenât seen Zhongli much after the incident in the dining room a few days ago. Even if you bump into him, you doubt he would notice you.
âMadam Y/N?â A maid knocked on the door, and you told her to come in. She bowed as she entered. âBreakfast is ready.â
You nodded, thanking her before following her to the dining room, and to your surprise, Zhongli was there drinking tea.
But he didnât acknowledge you.
It only took moments before he got up and went to his office, much to your disappointment.
He was so confusing.
Lately, youâve been feeling tired even though you were only always lonely and bored in the mansion, and youâve been feeling nauseous.
If you were pregnant, you were scared about what Zhongliâs reaction would be. Heâll be glad you finally gave him an heir...
But what about you?
You cursed your family for requiring you to be in an arranged marriage. Because now you were in love with a man who wonât love you back.
âMadam, you called for me?â Arya, one of your trusted maids, showed up in front of your room in no time.
âYes. Can you keep this a secret, please?â When she nodded, you continued. âBuy me a few pregnancy tests.â She was surprised for a moment but nodded in understanding nonetheless.
âOf course, Madam.â She bowed when you thanked her before walking away, and you sighed as you closed the door.
âAnd if I am pregnant,â You whispered, looking down at your stomach, âWhat would I name you?â You scoffed, âOr would Rex Lapis name you instead?â
After Arya bought you pregnancy tests, you went to the bathroom to test them and waited for the results, and you were right.
You were pregnant.
You were elated, finally having a child, but you werenât happy with your marriage.
Sighing, you walked by the window and noticed a letter sitting there. It was unsettling because there wasnât any sign of who it was from. Slowly, you opened the letter, and you gasped.
âNow, you shall perish.â Written in blood.
âDonât move.â
Your breath hitched when you sensed someone behind you, âW-Who⌠Howââ
âDonât speak. Just come with me.â
The person covered your mouth with a cloth, and you lost consciousness.
âWhatâs up with you these days?â
Xiaoâs voice interrupted Zhongliâs thoughts. ââŚHm?â
âYouâve been acting⌠weird.â He crossed his arms. âIs there something wrong?â
âIâd rather not talk about it. Itâs not that big of a deal.â
The Yaksha was worried, but he just shrugged it off. âAll right. Also, there are still no reports about your superiorâs death. Weâve been investigating it for so longâŚTch.â
Zhongli sighed, âWe just need to try our hardest.â
A few moments later, Ganyu came bursting through the door. âMr. Zhongli! Madam Y/N is missing! And she has received a suspicious letter⌠There isnât any sign of who itâs from!â
âWhat?â Ganyu gave him the letter, and when he opened it, his eyes widened.
Immediately, he ordered Xiao, Ganyu, and the Millelith â âFind my wife. Now.â
âI told you to kill her, not bring her hereâŚ! Have you fucking lost your mind?!â
âI-Iâm sorry⌠I couldnât bring myself to!â
You slowly gained consciousness. It took a few seconds to realize your hands were tied up as you lay on the ground of an empty warehouse.
âYouâre finally awake.â You recognized that voice, Raiden Shogun!
You looked up at her, glaring. âZhongli will fucking kill you. Heâll come to find me.â You didnât know why you said that. It slipped out of your mouth.
But you knew he wouldnât come to find you.
âOh? When he does come to find you, heâll also see the woman he actually loves.â
Your eyebrows furrowed. âW-what?â As if on cue, a woman came up behind Raiden.
Lady Guizhong. Zhongliâs former wife, sheâs alive?
She gave you a pitiful look, and you looked back at Raiden, a disturbing smile forming on her face. âSheâs not dead. She killed Moraxâs superior for her beloved husband to be the leader.â
Oh my God.
You were overwhelmed. It was slowly making sense. Raiden Shogun had probably planned this for so long â Lady Guizhong had killed Zhongliâs superior for Zhongli to be the leader, and Raiden Shogun somehow found out who the killer of his superior was, then used her in her plan.
But what would happen to Lady Guizhong now?
âDidnât I tell you to count your days, Y/N? Iâm gonna get rid of you.â Raiden Shogun pointed her gun at you, and you closed your eyes, your heart pounding so loud that you could almost hear it.
âIâm sorry, my future child.â
You waited for the gunshot, but then Raiden hummed. âOr what if⌠Guizhong just kills you instead? Wouldnât that be so fucked up?â She let out a laugh.
You opened your eyes immediately, and Lady Guizhong shook her head. âN-No please, I canâtââ
âIâm ordering you. Kill your former husbandâs current wife.â
Guizhong sobbed as Raiden pushed her gun into her hands, and she looked at you. âIâm sorry.â
Suddenly, you heard gunshots outside the empty warehouse.
âHow?!â Raiden Shogun angrily exclaimed, and Guizhong took the opportunity to remove the rope tied up around your wrists as soon as the Millelith crashed into the place, shooting Raidenâs soldiers.
âI left the letter you received in your room on purpose so there was evidence you were kidnapped, and I hoped they could come and save you.â Guizhong flashed a sad smile, âIâm sorry once again.â
âRaiden Shogun. I knew you were suspicious ever since you visited Liyue.â
Zhongli⌠He came.
He ran towards you but slowly stopped once he saw Guizhong.
âYou⌠Youâre aliveâŚ?â
Guizhong shook her head, âIâm sorry. Please. Save Y/N and forget about me.â He stared at her in shock.
âAh, my plan is all ruined!â Raiden Shogun spoke up, holding a tachi in her hand. âGuizhong killed your superior for you to become the new leader, Morax. She deserves to perish, doesnât she?â
Slash!
And just like that, Guizhong was dead. Zhongliâs breath hitched.
Tears formed in your eyes as you grabbed the gun Guizhong was holding and pointed it at Raiden Shogun. You shot her in the shoulder as she cried out in pain. âYouâŚ!â
Zhongli immediately grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the door to escape, but you felt Raidenâs sword slashing your back, making you groan and fall. He looked back furiously to shoot her, but she managed to flee the warehouse.
âGo! Iâll take care of this!â Xiao yelled out as he shot Raidenâs soldiers. Zhongli picked you up, starting to panic when he saw you losing consciousness as he ran out of the warehouse. Ganyu then showed up and helped Zhongli carry you.
âY/N... Live. Please.â
That was the last thing you heard from him before you passed out.
You opened your eyes slowly, attempting to get up, but it hurt like hell. âOw!â
âFinally.â You heard someone say, then saw Zhongli giving you a small smile. âDonât try to get up yet. Youâre still not well.â
You slowly sat up and looked away from him, making him frown.
Didnât he tell you to fuck off because you arenât his real wife? Why is he here?
âUmâŚâ You started, âHow did you know where I was?â
âYou received a threat, right? Then you went missing. I immediately ordered Xiao to do everything he can to find you. The first person who came to mind is Raiden Shogun, whoâs been suspicious ever since she visited Liyue. I was right.â He sighed, âAnd I was scared⌠Youâd be dead as soon as we got there. Iâm glad you werenât.â
You huffed, âWhy would you be scared?â
âBecause⌠I love you.â You looked at him, surprised at his sudden confession. âAfter Guizhong âdiedâ, I was scared of falling in love again. Thatâs why I said those foolish things and started avoiding you because I realized I was falling in love with you. Iâm sorry for that.â Zhongli held your hand, âBut trust me, I do love you.â
âReally?â
âYes.â He said, âFuck the contract. Iâm willing to break the contract for you. Only you.â
You swallowed a lump in your throat. âHow do I know youâre not lying?â
âIâll prove it to you. Iâll do anything. Please.â Zhongli â Rex Lapis got on his knees, looking up at you as his hands clasped yours tightly. âI beg of you, believe me when I say I love you.â
Take the risk or lose the chance.
Because even after all the unfortunate events, you still loved him.
You sobbed, pulling him up to his feet and hugging him. âI believe you.â
âWe still have a long way to go,â He kissed your forehead, and you saw tears in his eyes as he looked down at your stomach. âWeâll take care of this little one, too.â
âYou knew?â
He intertwined his hand with yours. âI saw the test before we came to find you. Thankfully after the incident, our baby is fine. Youâre so strong.â
You smiled, and it quickly faltered when you remembered the previous events. âWhat happened to Raiden Shogun?â
His face suddenly turned serious. âShe managed to escape after attacking you, which is unfortunate. Fear not, I made sure youâre completely protected and no one is taking you away from me now. I wonât allow it.â
You laughed. âNoted.â
notes thatâs it for zhongliâs series! idk i kinda feel eh about it đ but there might be an epilogue :) thank you so much for reading! đ
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ilichil as agere caregivers ! nct 127 x f!reader
warnings feminine nicknames dni if you sexualize age regression in any way . author's note i guess this is my opening to start writing cg!127 and cg!wayv ! mahae can be found here and winwin's headcanons can be found in wayv's when it's out .

seo youngho (¬âżďż˘ )
you got him wrapped around your finger! not that heâll ever admit it
saw a cute dress? he got it for you. your stuffieâs arm ripped? heâs learning to sew for you.
purposefully hides pieces of the puzzle youâre building and feigns innocence just to see you get mad when you find out his schemes
âhowâd that happen?â he pouts, cocking his head to the side.
if he every truly upsets you, heâs quick to apologize, pulling you into his arms and leaving kisses all over your cheeks until youâre laughing again because it tickles so much and heâs holding you so tight you canât get away!
johnny loves being called daddy! heâs your daddy and youâre his babygirl!
loves cheesy, old-fashioned nicknames like honeybun, buttercup, cupcake⌠he just thinks youâre sweet, is what heâs trying to say
he loves when you sit on his lap and show him the coloring pages you finished while he was gone. heâll make up stories off them like the purple elephant that wants to be a trapeze for the circus!
another big fan of playing pretend
his favorite game is dinosaurs, stomping around the house in slow motion with an evil toothy grin. you always manage to sneak away from his t-rex arms somehow but heâll get you one day!
but johnny isnât just a big goof. he knows when to put his foot down and is more 50-50 with it rather than taeilâs 90-10.
âi said no. put that back, please.â
his serious voice never fails to cause a shiver up your spine, settling you down within seconds.
when you finally decided to tell johnny, it took a minute for him to understand what exactly age regression is but kept the line of communication open. very open.
once, you were at work and your screen lit up with a message notification from him reading âdo you like pacifiers?â
you almost beat him up
lee taeyong (.â á´ â.)
worrywart !
doesnât wanna make your regression feel even the slightest bit off. prioritizes your safety and comfort
at the beginning, taeyong as a cg can be seen as⌠a bit much
in preparation for his first time caring for you when small, he bought so many things. just anything he saw mentioned just once in all of his research of agere.
from itty bitty gear to middle/teen gear, bubu bought it all. if you donât use any gear at all and have the ice cold heart to tell him so, you watch the color drain from his face.
poor guy
he just likes to be prepared. thereâs nothing he likes more than a good plan.
cooking together is always so much fun. never lets you near the knives or heat but likes to keep you around to be his taste tester!
âwhat do you think, sweet pea?â âso yummy, bubu!â
loves doing crafts with you, particularly finger painting. you do it regularly, always forgetting that taeyongâs going to make you take a bath when the two of you end up with paint all over your faces and clothes
if you are allow it, taeyong is great with bathtimes !! heâs got rubber duckies and bath crayons to play with while he washes your hair.
cackles like a witch with a cauldron when adding a bathbomb to the bathtub, saying heâs preparing âbaby soupâ
âmommy, stop beinâ creepy.â âsorry, bug (ăŁ- ⸠â Ď)â
nakamoto yuta ( ̄Ď ̄)
âso yeah, it was just me and this big panther booking it down the forest to get away from this bear.â âand then?!â âi dunno i made it up :3â
an evil, evil man that takes advantage of your imagination during your tiny time to make up stories only to not finish them!
âwhat do you think wouldâve happened next, baby?â
evil, but a good storyteller that gives you ideas for games nearly everyday you supposeâŚ.
loves playing dress up and salon
learned to do your hair! itâs an ongoing process⌠how did you end up with one low bun and one high? donât ask
your breath hitches because he pulled a little too tight and he drops everything. are you okay? are you crying? heâs sorry, so so sorry. you know what? letâs have ice cream for dinner
likes listening to acid black cherry while doing your (v-kei) makeup! lets you sit on his lap when its your turn to do his
âdaddyâs making you a total rockstar, baby.â
lets you draw on him! might get one (or several) of your doodles tattooed on his skin permanently just because he likes it so much
cuddling is his true lifeâs passion. takes out all the pillows and blankets in the house to make a pillow fort for movie nights. if he has any left over he uses them to wrap you up into a burrito
kim dongyoung ďźÂ´â˝ď˝ďź
just smile and wave, doyoung, smile and wave
maybe he shouldnât have introduced you to his friends⌠they help add to your mischievous streak
âbunny? kangaroo! âŚpogo stick?â âdoie⌠âs obviously you.â âme?â âyeah! when you canât get the stuff on the top shelf at the the store so you did like this. âmember? doie so bad at charades...â â:D ?!â
simultaneously the most competitive and worst player when it comes to video games
says heâs gonna win as you load up animal crossing like âŚ.? okay gramps
hates when you call him that so you do it as much as possible because you live to displease
always knows the right thing to say when youâre feeling big feelings that feel only bigger when youâre small
treats you like youâre made of porcelain, his fingers delicately wiping your tears away silently.
never tells you to not cry or to stop, just tries to makes the process of feeling your emotions as easy as possible by making sure youâre drinking as much water as youâre crying out and making sure nothing could trigger you further
when you first told him about your regression you werenât sure what his reaction was gonna be. he just stared dead at you in silence for like 8 minutes and then whispered âyeah⌠that makes senseâ to himself
what is that supposed to mean? you know as well as i
jeong yunoh o(ăďźžâ˝ďźžă)o
he really just wants you to think heâs cool
thatâs his main thing. of course, you being comfortable and happy is first, but you thinking heâs cool is a close second
most of his cg work is actually done behind the scenes; trying recipes, researching agere tips, and learning different crafts so that when youâre finally little again he can see the sweet, sweet sight of your awe
if you two planned for you to have some tiny time after a long time spent without regressing because overwhelming stress and responsibilities, you can bet on jaehyun to have organized an entire mermaid scavenger hunt in your home at a 6pm on a wednesday evening
the reward is always a ticket for something like a veggie-free night or a warm hug (heâll give them to you whether you have one or not)
he calls them baby tickets
yes, thatâs really what he calls them. yes, he chose the name himself.
thereâs a reason you donât let him name your dolls or stuffies
you tried once, this is basically how it went:
âhyunnie, what you think?â âitâs a bear⌠and pink⌠what about bearie? like strawberry and bear. bearie, haha. get it?â ââŚâ
likes being called mister! but itâs actually rare for you to call him anything other than hyunnie
âsay âpleaseâ and iâll think about it.â âplease, mist-â
heâs already swiping his card
dong sicheng âĄâ§( ŕĽâ˘â⢠)
read here (when itâs published) !
kim jungwoo (â^ăź^â)
the silliest!!!!! how can you not love snoopy
your number one supporter in every single thing.
âthe way you colored the sky with cerulean blue instead of the standard blue is just a peek into the artistic genius mind you have, my dear. how is every single art piece of yours just flawless?â
your babbles? âyou donât say! you know, i never did like that scoundrelâŚâ
loves playing doggy! he could be cleaning around the house but if you slip that dog ear headband on him heâll drop everything to entertain you.
heâs shattered a few plates...
heâs the most loyal friend you could have. he herds all your sheep plushies together and sniffs out the clues to help you solve the mysteries!
he also lets you doodle on his face. heâs just so easy-going it doesnât matter what. whiskers? meow! mustache? hm, yes, itâs quite becoming of him, he thinks. you stuck some gem stickers on his cheeks? heâs an alien from the moon.
likes playing pretend much more than playing with toys.
sulky when you choose to play with your dolls rather than him. when heâs literally right there!!! your best friend :(( your buddy :((
i donât know how else to describe this other than a dog-like caregiver
energy is always up, even when its bedtime which can be counterproductive sometimes. although? not completely? he definitely helps you tire yourself out until youâre knocked out on the couch
his nickname for you is giggles !! your giggles are his favorite thing in the whole wide world and makes sure to tell you that often.
lee minhyung (áâ¸á)
read here !
lee donghyuck ĘËâ°Ëâ§:Ę
read here !
extra ! ę°á˘. .á˘ęąâËâš
cg!johnny+yuta is being hit with whiplash every two seconds because they can either be the sweetest people ever or pranksters from the deepest depth of WICKEDNESS AND DARKNESS. they always, always, always tag team too, so itâs not like you can run to one when they other is trying to tickle you to death
cg!jeno+jungwoo is what happens when a baby is left alone with an old, tired dog (jeno) and his younger brother that has all the energy in the world (jungwoo)
cg!taeyong+doyoung has the same power imbalance as djj, leaving doyoung groveling at the ground even when heâs supposed to be the one taking care of the others
#kpop agere#agere sfw#nct fluff#nct imagines#little!reader#cg!lee taeyong#cg!johnny suh#cg!lee dongyoung#cg!doyoung#cg!yuta#cg!nakamoto yuta#cg!jungwoo#cg!kim jungwoo#cg!127#nct 127 x little!reader#nct 127 fluff#nct 127 x reader#nct 127 scenarios#nct 127 agere#nct agere#nct 127 headcanons
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Hello! Happy follower celebration! I love reading your fics and Iâm really excited about this event. Could I ask for Captain Rex x f!reader with blue daisy and white tulip? (Yeah, I couldnât help putting Rex with the white and blue flowers) Angst with a happy ending if possible. Maybe something where after order 66, it took Rex took a long time to contact or see her again.
The Promise
Summary: After the Jedi purge, Rex travels the galaxy, looking to free his brothers from slavery, all the while, his heart remains on Coruscant, with you.
Pairing: Captain Rex x F!Reader
Word Count: 1452
Prompts: Blue Daisy - long term loyalty, White Tulip - Forgiveness
Warnings: Angsty, the reader is deeply depressed in the second half
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni
How long has it been since heâs seen her face? Since heâs heard her voice? Felt her touch?
Too long, Rex knows. Since well before the Order went out.
He closes his eyes and allows his head to thump back against the tree heâs resting against.
Stars, how long has it been since heâs even been to Coruscant. Weeks? Months?
The last time he was on Coruscant he went to her apartment. He stood in front of her door for about fifteen minutes, wanting, more than anything, to key in the door code and sweep her into his arms and kiss her until all of the bad of the galaxy was little more than a nightmare.
But he left.
Heâs a damned coward.
That time, he stayed on Coruscant long enough to make sure that she was alright. That she was safe, and then he left and never looked back.
Only thatâs not true, is it?
Because he thinks of her every night before he falls asleep, and sheâs the first thing he thinks of when he wakes up in the morning, and there, hanging around his neck, is the small ring she bought him.
âHere! For you!â She grins at him as she presses the small box into his hands.
âI didnât bring you anything,â Memory-Rex says even as he starts unwrapping the box.
âSilly! Youâre here, arenât you?â Her laugh is nearly contagious, and Rex is unable to stifle his amused grin at her joy. He opens the box and stares, startled, at the simple silver and blue ring sitting on a neat blue cloth, âA ring? And a cloth?â
âItâs a ribbon, the one I was wearing in my hair the first day we met,â She replies with a roll of her eyes, âAnd, well, this type of ring has a special significance in my culture.â
âCyare, I donât have enough hair to wear a hair ribbon,â Rex teases as he carefully drags the silken material through his fingers, âBut Iâd love to hear about the ring.â
She lifts her chin, and it might be a trick of the light, but he swears that sheâs blushing, âIt's a promise ring,â She says.
âAnd what are you promising me?â Rex asks, his voice dropping slightly.
And she smiles at him, warm and loving, âWhen the war is over, and if youâre still interested, I promise to marry you.â
Rex pulls himself out of his memories with a jolt. He canât afford to lose his focus. Not here, not now.Â
Not when heâs so close to finding and freeing Cody.
He rubs his thumb over the warm ring, his fingers finding and tracing the blue swirls on the ring with the ease of long familiarity.
He hopes that sheâs safe. That no one is bothering her on Coruscant. That sheâs still going out with her friends on the weekends.
He hopes she still loves him.
Though he wouldnât blame her if she didnât.Â
It doesnât matter either way, because Rex still loves her, and always will. And as soon as he finds Cody, heâs going to go back to Coruscant and beg her for her forgiveness.Â
He closes his hand around the ring before he brings it to his lips, pressing a feather light kiss to the material, hoping that somehow, his feelings will reach her, even though sheâs so far away, and then he puts the ring away, and he slides back into a battle ready state.
Heâs so close. So very close.
Just one more brother. And then he can hand everything over to Cody.
âAre you alright?âÂ
You jump as you look up at your supervisor, âIâŚsorry?â
âYou justâŚyou look like youâve not been sleeping.â The older woman says gently, âAnd youâve lost some weight.â
âWell, I probably needed to lose some weight,â You joke weakly, âAnd, yeah, I think Iâm just coming down with something.â
âAre you sure?â
âYeah. I justâŚI havenât been sleeping well lately-â
âHow about you take the rest of the day off? And maybe the rest of the week.â She says, âIâm worried about you.â
You sigh, âYeah, alright.â
âDo you need a lift home? I can take some time to make sure you get home alright.â
âThereâs no need. I took a taxi this morning.â You reassure, âThank you, though.â You wait until sheâs wandered off to go and check on someone else, before you slowly push to your feet and gather your stuff.
You must look really bad if youâre being sent home for the rest of the week.
You wish you could feel some way about it. But, honestly, youâve felt mostly numb since the day the Purge happened. You donât even have the energy to eat most days, and on days when youâre not working, you mostly just lay in bed and sleep.
Your friends are worried. So are your parents.Â
Hell, youâre worried. At least, youâre about as worried as you can bring yourself to feel.
Your momâs been coming by and meal prepping for you, so that you can just throw food in the microwave, so maybe you start eating again. But you just have no desire to eat.
How can you want to exist when Rex is dead?
Slowly you drag yourself to the taxi stand, and order a speeder to take you home. And then you trudge up the three flights of stairs, and numbly key in the door code to your apartment.
The door slides open, and you step into your home, absently slapping the light switch to turn the hallway lights on and you drop your bag on the bench. And then you stare at the new items sitting neatly on the floor and on the shelf you bought well over a year ago.
A shelf unit you bought for Rexâs armor, and havenât bothered to get rid of.Â
The shelf is full of armor. Blue and white armor, with little hash marks that you once asked about.
But thatâsâŚimpossible.Â
Rex died.
You hear heavy footsteps come to a stop at the end of the hallway, and you turn. Rex is standing at the end of the hallway. His hair is a little longer, and he has a few more scars than he did the last time you saw him, but itâs him.
It couldnât be anyone else.
âCyare,â His voice is like a jolt of electricity to your system, itâs been so, very, long. âIâŚowe you an apology.â Rex says as he takes a half step towards you, âWellâŚmore than one, really.â
He has your ribbon wrapped around his wrist, and the ring you gave him hangs from a chain with his dog tags.
Heâs saying something, but you canât hear him. Thereâs a strange ringing in your ears, and the next thing you know, youâre on the ground and Rexâs arms are around you.Â
âCyare-?â
âY-you died-â You sob out, when did you start crying?
Rexâs face twists in guilt, and gently cups your face as he caresses your cheeks, âNo. No, cyare. I didnât. I should have contacted you, but I didnât know if it was safe-â Carefully he helps you to your feet, and then he falters, âCyare, you lost weight.â
You try to choke down a sob, âHavenât felt like eating,â
âOh, my cyare-â He whispers, and his lips are warm against your forehead, âIâm so, so sorry.â
You shake your head, âIâm sorry-â
âYouâve done nothing wrong,â He brings you into the living room and settles you on the couch, before he pulls away to look at you, and then he sighs softly and gently cups your cheek, âWill you eat if I make you something?â
You curl your hands around his wrists, âDonât leave me. Please.â You whisper.
âNever again.â Rex swears, âIâm never leaving you again, cyare. I promise.âÂ
You look up at him with tear filled eyes.
Rex crouches in front of you and he gently cups your face, âCan you ever forgive me for leaving you, cyare?â
You sniffle and nod once, âWas never angry,â You whisper, âJust sad. So sad.â
He raises up slightly and uses a gentle hand to tilt your head back so he can rain feather light kisses all over your face, âI love you.â Rex whispers between every kiss, âSo much. Iâm not leaving you again.â
âNever?â
âNever ever.â Rex promises, âSo please,â he lightly caresses your cheek, âSmile for me, angel?â
You blink at him, and then, slowly, a small smile lifts your lips. âI love you.â You whisper up to him.
And Rex just smiles at you as he presses his forehead against yours. âDonât worry, cyare. Iâm going to take care of you. I promise.â
#star wars#tcw#vodika-vibes follower celebration#captain rex x reader#rex x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#f!reader fic#answered asks
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i donât know if this is an appalachian thing or if my grandparents are just a lil weird, but they absolutely refuse to acknowledge when theyâve gotten someone a gift on purpose and i find it so funny. my granny will buy clothes in my size and style that she would absolutely never wear, and when i come over sheâll be like âi bought these for myself but they were the wrong size, here take them.â. without fail, every time i come over my papaw just so happens to have made zucchini bread and butterscotch pie and has them packed up ready to go. for himself of course. but since youâre here you might as well take them home with you. once when i was a teen my granny found a figure of my favorite clone wars character and put it on top of a stack of old comics she knew iâd always go look at when i was there. when i was like âhey why do you have a figure of captain rex in hereâ she was like âhuh i donât know, you can have it.â and there are just. so many more instances of this. and i go along with it every single time. itâs so bizarre and funny to me idk
#and iâm kinda the same way ngl đđ#working on changing it tho bc my friends are all very HERE I GOT YOU SOMETHING#meanwhile iâm âhaha oops i accidentally left my Sonic The Hedgehog in your car even tho iâve never cared about that franchise#but since itâs your favorite you can keep him :)â#repeat x20#i never claimed to be normal and i suppose my grandparents havenât either
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Ok so I was mucking around online and came across Theriault's doll auctions.
A few thousand on a rare or antique doll I can totally see. But tens (or hundreds!!!!) Of thousands of dollars??? Who has that kind of money to spend on a single doll? Not that I don't think they could possibly be worth that much I guess. But...are these people buying the dolls because they will actually cherish them? Or are they just spending for bragging rights?
I just...I guess I hope it's museums.
Depends on the person, honestly.
I used to work for a dealer, and while we never got into the $10,000+ range, I did get a glimpse of who exactly makes that kind of purchase. Many of them do indeed really love the dolls; I think of one specific case where a dear friend of mine had a successful doll reproduction business and horse-traded his way up to an incredibly rare $20K 18th-century doll. He's not Bezos RichTM or anything. He just was a childfree artist who made good money and had priorities. Antique dolls were his one big indulgence: not a second home, not cars, not designer accessories. Dolls made him happy, so he was willing to save and grind away at his business and eat ramen sometimes to make the really insane ones his own.
For some, it IS the bragging rights. Never exactly the sort of people who are active in the community and who you'd want to spend time with, in my experience. I recall one heir to a major company who was in a battle with another hyper-rich guy for who could get the most rare [Doll Brand Redacted]. I guess it's better than spending your money on private jets and mega-yachts; at least they're works of art? At least you're supporting dealers and (usually) small auction houses? But it doesn't seem like true enjoyment to me. Not the way I see "lesser" collectors like my friends enjoying our dolls.
There's also the fact that not all collectors get their most valuable dolls at market value. Sure, the auction records you saw show people spending top dollar, but people having those dolls in their collection doesn't necessarily mean they spent that much. Some bought when the dolls were newer or the market was down, often the very elderly collectors. Some were gifted their dolls. Some got a rare head at an amazing price on a shitty cloth body with little T-Rex arms, and then sold another rare doll they got a deal on to buy a beautiful appropriate antique body.
(...Leonore. That was Leonore.)
And finally, sometimes it is indeed museums. The current record for most expensive doll ever sold at auction, for over $300,000, was an 1870s Rochard French fashion doll sold to the Barry Art Museum at Old Dominion University.
#ask#dolls#antiques#my-crazy-awesome-sox#honorable mention goes to the lady who stayed married to a rich cheater because he bought her expensive dolls as 'hush money'#get those Brus madame
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Storm Joscelyn and Stormeisha have really scunnered my plans for the week, sigh.
Umbro tracksuit bottoms, 2023, ÂŁ20 half of set
Godzilla t shirt, 2024, gift
Grey loose boxers, 2000s
And a second new item of clothing! A Godzilla t shirt, a gift from my partner!
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Clone Trooper Rambles
Journaling meets imaginary friends meets clone troopers.
Warnings: minor road rage, minor language, some grumpiness, vague mentions of objectification
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Alpha Comic Book
I swore loudly as a car pulled out in front of me, easily drive ten miles an hour under what I had been going before. I braked, grumbling at how unfair it all was.Â
âAre you in that big a hurry?â Echo asked. âI thought you didnât have much to do tonight.âÂ
âI donât,â I agreed, âbut I got an email a couple of hours ago. My package was delivered!â
An uncomfortable silence fell at that, leaving Hardcaseâs cackle loud and mischievous. âWhat is it this time? No - wait! Donât tell me! I want it to be a surprise.âÂ
âIsnât it always?â Stoneâs dry tone made me grin.Â
It seemed that Hardcase was the only one who appreciated my⌠eclectic sense of things to order online. Sometimes, I got useful things, like clothes. Other times, I bought something that caught my eye, like the set of miniature paintings of objects in space. As long as I could afford it and it made me happy, I reasoned, there was no reason not to indulge in an occasional purchase.
âI wasnât going to tell you anyway,â I said loftily. âThis one definitely needs to be a surprise.âÂ
Someone groaned, and I couldnât quite tell who it was.Â
We got home and I rushed to my front door, mildly panicked when I didnât see anything waiting outside. I pulled out my phone to text my roommates and saw that I had a message from Cole: Hey, something was delivered for you right before I left for work. I took it inside. Itâs on the counter.Â
That relief made me relax as I unlocked the door and walked inside.Â
The brown paper envelope on the counter looked like a present waiting to be opened, and I couldnât wait until after my shower to open it. I was careful as I slipped the scissors between the flap of the envelope and the main body of it, then tipped it to let the object slide out without risking a wrinkle.
Star Wars Republic: On Hostile Ground, the cover proclaimed. The people shown on the front were overshadowed by the hands holding lightsabers in the foreground, and I started to get a little nervous. I had done a ton of research to find comics featuring Alpha-17 and all of them had said this was one, but why were there a bunch of Jedi and mercenaries on the cover?
With shaking fingers, I peeled up the sticky edge of the protective cover for the comic book and let it slide out into my hands. When I opened it to a random page, I was greeted by a picture of Alpha. He wasnât wearing his armor there, but it was clearly him. I relaxed again.Â
âOh,â Echo said, peering over my shoulder. âOh, no.â
Rex glanced over and shook his head, a grim look on his face. âDoes anyone know when heâs supposed to be here?âÂ
âA few hours,â Stone reported. âHeâs taking the late night to early morning guard shift tonight.âÂ
I carefully put the comic book back in the original package and went to take a shower.Â
Reading it took far less time than I had expected, but I wasnât used to reading comic books. I would have to read it again later, when I could remember to focus as much on the illustrations as on the dialogue bubbles.Â
But as I was finishing my first read-through, a massive figure settled beside me. âIs that me.âÂ
He hadnât phrased it as a question, but I nodded at Alpha anyway. âYeah, itâs you. Youâre pretty badass here.â I turned to the last page and pointed to a new panel. âAnd look at this one! You look so⌠stoic.âÂ
âI look like Iâm done taking Kenobiâs shit,â Alpha corrected. âAt least thatâs accurate.â
âBetter this picture than some of the earlier ones,â I muttered.Â
âAnd that means?â I didnât answer and Alpha nudged me with his shoulder. âWhat are you talking about?âÂ
âI meant that you spent a lot of time shirtless in this issue.â I flipped back a few pages and held it up. âThese are the panels I thought youâd object to.â
Alpha was quiet as he studied the pictures in question. The comic book version of him was wearing a vest and holding two giant blasters, but everything else above the waist was left visible for the viewer.
âI think they left out some of my muscles,â he commented and I could only sputter a laugh as he walked away.
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Author's Note - I love that comic book. My poor roommates had to listen to me talk about it and show off all the panels with Alpha... Good times!
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#ink's fics#clone trooper rambles#star wars#star wars fanfiction#star wars the clone wars#star wars legends#captain alpha 17#echo#hardcase#commander stone#rex
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Fruitful, Fruitless
Pairing: Rexsoka
Prompt: Rexsoka Monthly Feb. â24 - Give Me a Reason
Summary: The tension between spring and summer permeates the air of Pabu, breathing softly against the ocean, fresh fruit, and the tender lips of two lovers. But even on the most blissful days, the cold snap of tragedy can bite back.
Tags: 18+ smut, language, established relationship, whump, allergic reaction, gardener!rex, sex and fruit don't mix, or do they?, pwp
Word Count: 8,075
A/N: written for my friend @whyamismall as part of febuwhump! (@rexsoka-monthly)
read on ao3! / masterlist
It wasnât quite summer just yet. The air blew warm now but the ocean was as icy as ever. If a cloud happened to pass overhead, creating shade from the sun, a small chill would still skirt across oneâs skin.Â
Ahsoka had never fretted over clothing options before and she found herself shuddering over her past choices as she currently debated between her coveralls or a sundress.Â
It was the opening day for Pabuâs summer garden market. Sheâd be there supporting Rex. Naturally, the sundress won, even if it meant a brisk breeze every now and then up the light marital.
Caf was already prepared when she made her way into the kitchen, the aroma of the ground beans wafting through the air. Her favorite mug sat waiting for her on the counter, steam dancing above it. Ahsoka smiled and opened a window; the various scents of flowers and the salt of the ocean wafted in, mixing with the smell of homemade caf.Â
Store bought caf could never rival the rich flavor that Rexâs had. Something truly was magical about it, whether it was because it was being grown in their back garden or perhaps just by Rexâs hand specifically. Sheâd maintain that it was him that made it so special.Â
It was a surprise to them and the Batch that he had turned out to have such a green thumb. After years of violence, he could finally lose himself in something soft.Â
Heâd probably argue with her now though that gardening wasnât the only soft thing that he was losing himself in.
Ahsoka savored her morning caf and forced herself not to leave the shared home too early, giving Rex time to settle in and acclimate to a rhythm. Showing up at the market too soon might throw him off his game.Â
Large butterfly wings tickled her insides as she grabbed her woven basket a while later. She then adjusted her braided headdress and exited through the door. It was a gorgeous day. The musical sounds of laughter, music, and waves licking at the beach filled her montrals. Not a single cloud dotted the sky. Ahsoka exhaled and grinned to herself. There couldnât have been more perfect conditions for the marketâs opening day.Â
She had to stop herself from walking up to the festivities so swiftly, neither Rex nor it was going anywhere anytime soon.Â
Troves of people filled the square when she arrived, milling about under colorful canopies, tents, and decorated stalls. A hefty portion of Pabuâs inhabitants had to be up here. She laughed, thinking how Wrecker would be none too pleased that he was missing this. He and the Batch had been gone for two weeks and were scheduled to return home later in the evening.Â
Perhaps she shouldâve crafted a larger basket to account for so many mouths to feed.Â
It was because of Wrecker specifically that Ahsoka was thankful to have some time without the boys every now and then. Their stock of food was always running low, so a few weeks with full cabinets had been nice. It was also partly due to Wrecker that Rex decided to take up gardening. Credits were in short supply, they had seven people in the house, and he said he needed something else to keep his hands busy.Â
He could only clean his blaster so often.Â
His fruits and vegetables were impeccable in both growth and flavor. He couldnât plant or harvest them fast enough, as the Batch and a growing Omega seemed to inhale them. Rex had been particularly excited for Ahsoka to try his avedame fruit, but theyâd been devoured so quickly that she hadn't had the chance. The next time they sprouted from soil, he had personally brought a bowl of them to her room â already washed and ready for eating.Â
It was the best thing sheâd ever put in her mouth. He told her to just wait, as heâd set more of the fruit aside to ferment into avedame wine.
After that, Rex tripled his efforts and wound up with a surplus of produce. Heâd gift it to the neighbors until other islanders were knocking at the door requesting them and even offering a generous amount of credits.Â
Hosting a stall at the summer market was the solution. Pabuâs mayor, Shep Hazard, had even started it a month earlier than years past due to high demand.Â
Ahsoka stood on her tiptoes to look over the heads of the market goers, trying to see if she could spot a certain blue decorated stall. She had no such luck in finding it so she set off, starting from one end and making her way around.Â
A second basket was added to her other forearm before long, carrying all sorts of goods but mostly food. A new throw blanket was placed on the bottom â Omegaâs tooka had claimed her old one, various breads sat atop that, and several spices were tucked amongst the loaves. In the other basket, she had fresh fruits and vegetables that Rex did not already cultivate in their back garden. A third basket was looking to be a real possibility soon.Â
She meandered along the stalls, conversing with acquaintances and nurturing potential new friendships. Phee Genoa waved her down and placed some found blue jewels into her headdress while Lyana slipped a handmade bracelet over her wrist. Both of them ushered her to their own stall of jams and cheeses, stuffing them into her mouth and baskets alike.
Lyana also had a small jewelry section at the stall, which she proudly displayed her and Omegaâs joint creations. The credits made would be split between the girls. Ahsoka bought another bracelet even though she had already been given one as a gift.Â
Phee was quick to rescue her and walked them back to a stall that Ahsoka had purposely skipped over just earlier. âNow, are you going to tell me why you passed this one?â the woman asked, smirking. âOr am I gonna have to get it out of you? You turned a shade of orange I didnât even know existed.â
Ahsoka flushed deeply, displaying again the shade of orange that Phee mentioned. âYou saw that?â
The older woman crossed her arms and stopped before they reached said stall. âItâs the pretty one, isnât it? The blonde. How long has it been going on?â She wore a proud smirk, taking great pleasure in the face Ahsoka made at the mention of Rex.
A cool breeze ruffled Ahsokaâs dress and she was thankful that it relieved her full bodied blush. She swallowed thickly and averted her eyes from the stall filled with lacy little things.Â
âItâs difficult to say exactly,â Ahsoka revealed, looking around for the other party of which this conversation was concerned. âBut when the boys left recently, it justââ
âOh, I see. They donât know about this little thing going on between you two, do they?â
âNo, they donât.â
âAnd the kid?â Phee cocked an eyebrow.Â
Ahsoka took a breath, âI think she suspects.â
The woman laughed in triumph, âI figured as much. Thereâs not a lot that gets by that one.â
âYeah, tell me about it,â Ahsoka said. âBut nothing really⌠happened until the night they left.â
A knowing smile was directed towards her. She knew exactly what that meant. âWell, you want my advice?â Pheeâs expression turned somehow more smug and she gave one more nod towards the intimidating little booth. âYouâve got a few more hours until theyâre back. Iâd be making the most of my time.â
This was perhaps the most bizarre⌠yet oddly validating conversation Ahsoka had ever had. Her face mustâve said it too, as Phee placed a maternal hand to her shoulder and smiled, âJust an old womanâs rambling.â
With that, she disappeared back into the crowd to find wherever Lyana had run off to. Â
Ahsoka stood in the middle of the market with her baskets hanging low. That was maybe her third conversation with Phee total and the woman had already observed that much. Surely, before today she had an inkling or two about her and Rex. Otherwise, she wouldnât have been so⌠direct. The womanâs advice wasnât solicited, but not entirely unwelcome either. Ahsoka glanced at the discreet little stall again and her heart rate increased as she actually considered stopping at it this time. Would it be too forward too soon? It had only been two weeks that she and Rex had been phsyicâ
âNo, you have to come to this guyâs booth. He has the best avedames youâll ever eat. Iâm not kidding,â an enthusiastic Rodian girl told her friend.Â
Without another look at the little black stall, Ahsoka turned and hurried to follow them, weaving in and out of smaller crowds. Soon, she found that she was at the back of a sizable line. A grin consumed her face when she saw him, placing large orders into bags and chatting excitedly with people. The majority of his stall had been cleared of goods. Heâd nearly sold out of everything sheâd helped him load up the night before.Â
Her smile did not diminish a bit as she inched closer in the line. If anything, her face started to ache with the sheer amount of happiness lifting her cheeks. Rex had managed to do it all without help. A small amount of guilt dug a hole in her chest as she found herself wishing sheâd come sooner. He mightâve let her bag items or restock what heâd sold.Â
In no time, she was the next customer in line. Rex was tidying his space and had yet to look up. âWelcome! How can I help you this mornââ his words failed him as he turned and saw who exactly his waiting customer was. That endearing half smile spread over his pretty lips. âHi. I donât believe weâve met, MissâŚâ
Ahsoka giggled to herself and played along, âAshla Tano. And you are?â
He pointed to the sign sheâd helped paint that hung over his stall. âRex. Itâs an immense pleasure, Miss Tano.â His hand was extended, palm facing upwards.Â
She placed her hand in his and he lifted it to his mouth and kissed her knuckles, his amber eyes fixed on her the whole while. The darkening of her lekku nor the fluttering of butterflies in her stomach could be quelled.Â
âWhat can I get for you on this fine day?â he asked.Â
The selections behind him were minimal, but Ahsoka had made her decision. âCould I get you, by any chance?â
It was his turn to blush, the red coloring creeping up from the collar of his shirt. He cleared his throat and gave his reply in a much lower voice, âThatâs reserved only to select clientele, maâam.â
A shriek of a childâs far off laughter lifted the spell between them. Rex straightened and released Ahsokaâs hand, which neither of them realized heâd still held.Â
âWell, Miss Tano. We donât have too much left, Iâm afraid. Iâve completely sold out of my stonepeaches, but you have to try the avedames instead. I think youâll like them.â
Ahsokaâs brow markings raised and she sat her baskets on the table. âAlright then,â she smiled.Â
Rex turned to sift through a crate and spent a few moments looking for the best one. He presented it to her but pulled his hand back as she reached for it. A devilish grin played at the corner of his mouth, âMay I?â
âOh, Iâd be delighted,â Ahsoka said, continuing to play this game heâd created and bending at the waist.Â
She opened her mouth just so and Rex placed the avedame between her plump lips. Ahsoka kept her eyes locked on his the entire time, unblinking, and fluttered her lashes as she bit seductively into the innocent fruit. His own lips parted at the mere sight of it, the muscle in his jaw flexing visibly. She moaned at the taste and watched as the sunny amber of his irises simmered.Â
After what seemed like forever, she pulled away and composed herself, acting as though she hadnât just done what she did. âRex, that was the most delicious fruit Iâve ever tried. Iâll take a small case off your hands. Name your price.â
âThank you, Miss Tano,â Rex said, clearing his throat and expertly shifting his pants around. âFor you? The cost is just one date.â
âJust one?â Ahsoka asked playfully.Â
He could play too. âUnless you think two is fair.â
âI think two dates is a fine price,â she agreed, nearing him again.Â
Rex wet his lips. âItâs settled then. But before you go, it looks like you have a bit of the avedame juice just there,â he said, pointing to the corner of his mouth.Â
Ahsoka perked up and wiped at the wrong side, looking for his nod of approval, only finding that it didnât come. âHere. Allow me,â he breathed, leaning forwards and swiping his thumb over her supple skin, being sure to graze her bottom lip in the process. He retreated from her bubble all too soon and popped his thumb past his lips to clean it, maintaining eye contact as he did so.
Revenge was literally something sweet.Â
She caught herself in a blinking fit and squeezed her thighs together, adding the berries to her basket. âI hear avedames make for a sweet wine.â
Rex smiled at the smallness of her voice. âThe sweetest. Iâll see you later for our date, Miss Tano,â he said darkly. âI reckonâ Iâll be finished here in about an hour. Iâm looking forward to it.â
âAs am I,â she squeaked, thanking him and promptly booking it to the little black stall of Pheeâs recommendation.Â
Ahsoka burst into the seaside home some fifteen minutes later, throwing her baskets onto the counter and rushing for the laundry room. She glanced at the chrono and decided she had just enough time before Rex returned home. Her new purchase was snatched from the discreet black bag and thrown into the wash as she set to unloading the rest of her items.Â
Her heart hammered in her chest as the time ticked by both way too slow and somehow way too fast. It was just one item. It wouldnât take long to wash and dry, surely.Â
The washer dinged once she finished putting up the majority of the groceries, signaling the end of the cycle. Ahsoka then popped the lacy scrap of fabric into the dryer and used the Force to push the start button. If Rex wasnât already headed down to the house, he would be very soon.Â
Wanting to be as prepared as possible, Ahsoka went ahead and slipped her underwear down her legs, adding them to her basket of other things needing to be washed. Her face flushed with the action and she smoothed her dress down. The garmentâs replacement would be finished soon anyway and this only bought her time.Â
Ahsoka glanced around the house. It was silent and empty now but wouldnât be for much longer. She did a quick scan to see if there was something else that could be done before Rexâs arrival.Â
She eyed some of her market finds that still had yet to be put away and it was then that the idea dawned upon her. There was no telling when the boys of the Batch would be gone again. Borrowed time was all she and Rex had while they were around. It was the boysâ house first, after all. Sheâd been bunked up with Omega for months now and Rex with Tech. Neither of them were too pleased with their sleeping arrangements. Only so much could be done about three bedrooms and seven people.Â
Now that things had started between her and Rex, adjusting that to their normal schedule would be tough. Being that this was their final night alone, it had to be specialâŚ
The new bloom fruit stared back at her and she caved before she could talk herself out of it. This had most certainly not been part of Pheeâs advice, but Ahsoka felt that it aligned similarly. She set some aside in a glass dish, slightly embarrassed as she did so. The power Rex exerted over her with his fruit display had been provocative to say the least. It was her turn this time. Sheâd take the lead. Just the sheer idea of it charged her nerves more positively, but the sudden sound of the door opening caused her mind to go blank.Â
The dryer hadnât finished yet. Her time had run out.Â
Rex burst through the door with several empty stacked crates in his arms, which were hastily discarded on the floor in the foyer. He strode with purpose into the home, out of breath, and with a feral glint in his eye that only doubled when he set his sights on what he desired most. His head cocked to the side and a sinful smile curled at his lips, accompanied by a hungry laugh.Â
Ahsoka was like an entranced kybuck faced with an approaching speeder.
âNot having second thoughts about our date are we, Miss Tano?â Rex growled, towering over her and taking her lips for his own in a searing kiss.Â
Oh, how delightfully gone were the days in which he called her Commander.Â
His hands slotted themselves under her jaw as he kissed her ravenously, drinking in her little gasps. Rexâs mouth was demanding, insatiable; his body moved with him, almost cradling hers. His touch moved quickly from her jaw down the length of her neck, trembling despite the speed at which he moved. Large fingers fiddled with the hem of her short dress. It was as if he had ten hands. He couldnât touch all of her fast enough.
âThis karking sundress was testing me on every level imaginable,â he breathed, squeezing her ass through the fabric. His lips ghosted over her montral, âIs that what you wanted? For me to lose all composure in public?â
A choked moan rattled from her throat. âAm I that easy to read?â she teased, running her hands along his chest, fingering at his buttons.Â
He didnât miss a beat. âI think you should be directing that question to the avedame from earlier.âÂ
âYou mean the one you fed to me?â Ahsoka asked, speaking hotly into the kiss.Â
Rex swiped his tongue along her bottom lip then tugged lightly at it with his teeth. âI want you to look at me like you did with that avedame in your mouth, but this time while your pretty lips are wrapped around my cock,â he murmured against her, matching the force of her desperate kisses.
âYouâd like that, wouldnât you?â she challenged. âFeeding me in that way.â
He groaned and nipped at her montral, âIâd like to fuck you in this short little dress.â
Her thighs squeezed impossibly together at his words and that familiar throb in her core now demanded attention. Rex couldnât have been more in sync with her bodyâs needs. One of his hands ran over the full extent of her backside before drifting under her dress, cupping her pussy, and finding it bare.Â
Ahsoka shuddered at the touch and Rexâs mouth separated from hers just barely. His lips were swollen with the throes of passion and a chapped, playful smirk adorned his features once the shock subsided. âYouâre not wearing anything?â he asked breathily. The pulse point near his jaw visibly picked up in pace.
She bit her lip, prepared to admit what sheâd done. But the explanation never came as Rex returned to her with new, intensified need, his tongue combating hers for dominance. Ahsoka was fighting a losing battle, something she was never meant to win â completely by Rexâs design. Her moans were left strangled in her throat as his fingers teased her entrance. The amount of excitement coating them nearly caused his knees to buckle beneath him.Â
Ragged breaths tumbled past her lips as Rex inserted a single, thick finger. A satisfied groan vibrated against her jaw as he began to move, leaving her cunt drooling in his palm.
Ahsoka stumbled into him, using his body weight to keep herself upright while her hand searched blindly for the apex of his thighs. He hissed through his teeth when she found what she was looking for and she ground against his hand, seeking more. âFuck. So eager today, âSoka,â he breathed.Â
She nodded furiously, unable to access her words, using her free hand to tug at his wrist, begging him to add another. He was unable to deny her. A gentle kiss was placed the montral cradling his jaw. His spare hand joined the other under her sundress, gripping her hip as a second finger was guided into her wet heat. Ahsoka squirmed, rocking her pussy into his palm as he stretched her.Â
âGive me one good reason not to fuck you right here in this kitchen,â he growled as her cunt suckled at his fingers. Lewd sounds came from between her thighs as Rex pumped in and out of her.Â
He felt her clench around him. âI canât. Iâ We havenât done it in here yet.â
A carnal growl emanated from Rexâs chest and he made quick work of his pants fasteners, not even bothering to shove them all the way down. Orange fingers latched instantaneously to his throbbing cock, rubbing the pad of her thumb over his glistening slit and spreading the excitement down his shaft. Rexâs abs contracted with the contact and her lips were seized once more.Â
His ministrations never faltered, determined to work her until she spasmed blissfully into his hand. He adjusted his palm so that the heel of it was pressed flush to Ahsokaâs swollen clit. She cried out in response, biting down on his shirt briefly. Rex was quick to rid himself of the hindering material, tossing it to the floor. If she wanted to bite something, she could bite him instead.Â
Irises that were once blue now appeared black as Ahsoka drank in the image of his toned chest, still sprinkled with love bites from the night before. She bit her lip and ran her hands along his abs, dipping between the lines defining his muscles and traveling back down to his weeping cock. Her grip was determined and Rex growled as she began to pump. There was a fiery glint of competition in her eyes.
No.
Rex promptly pulled her hand away, taking hold of her wrist and pinning it at her side. His fingers were removed from her sticky cunt, wet and claiming her other wrist, but not before he sucked them clean of her mess. Ahsoka whined at the loss but her protests were swallowed with the force of Rexâs mouth, turning into sweet gasps as the head of his dick teased her hole.
âPlease,â she begged against his lips as he slowly, teasingly slid in and out of her thighs.
He nipped at her bottom lip once more, âAre you going to be a good girl and let me make you cum?â Her hips bucked and he laughed darkly.
âYes.â
With that, her wrists were released and Rex sheathed himself inside her, the both of them a mess of pitiful noises. Watching her adjust to the feel of him was something entirely cosmic, how her face twitched with each stretching inch of him, how her brow markings knitted together, and how her bottom lip wobbled. His eyes drifted downwards, sparks going off behind his navel as the edges of her short dress showed him where they were connected.Â
He bottomed out inside her with ease, moaning as her tight pussy hugged his full length. Suddenly, his hands were shaky again as he lifted the material of her sundress, revealing an unobstructed view of where his cock sat inside her. Ahsokaâs pretty cunt was glistening, spread around him like the flower of a fruit in his garden. Rexâs pupils were blown wide as he brushed over the white markings that framed her opening, grazing the nub of her clit in the process.Â
Ahsokaâs eyes were glassy when he finally looked back up at her. Her chest was rising and falling heavily, her hands pressed into the surface behind her for support.Â
âOh, meshâla,â he whispered, starting to move to provide her with relief.Â
Their shared vigor returned, his thrusts and the roll of her hips picking up at record speed. She met him with each movement, the sounds between their thighs beginning to echo in the kitchen.Â
Her dress flapped violently with the intensity of their passions, giving Rex a peep show of sorts as he fucked up into her. It wasnât long before his wandering hands slid up under the material, large palms spreading out over her abdomen.Â
âDonâtâ donât rip it, please,â Ahsoka panted.Â
Rex chuckled darkly, pressing his forehead against hers, âOh, I wouldnât dream of it. How else would I be able to take you in it again?â He lifted her shaky arms up over her head and made quick work of the little dress, leaving it to join his shirt on the floor.Â
That thing was going to be the death of him one of these days, especially if she wore it when the boys got back. How was he supposed to behave?
Ahsoka grabbed for the hand nearest to her, pulling it and directing him to where she wanted it most. He chuckled darkly and wrapped his fist around the width of her lekku, squeezing gently at the sensitive appendage. A broken gasp was ripped from her throat and her entire body fluttered with the sensation. Â
Finding out how reactive to touch her lekku were had been one of Rexâs favorite accidental discoveries so far. He wanted to learn everything there was to know about her.Â
She was close now, he knew by the way her thighs started to jerk. Rex pressed himself back against her and slammed his hips into her smaller ones. An arm wrapped around her lower back and held her close, but no amount of contact was enough. Ahsokaâs breaths were becoming more shallow and kissing him was becoming the most impossible task to complete. Rex nipped at her jaw and hoisted her feet off the ground, holding one slender orange leg around his waist and bringing her home.Â
Her body shattered around him, her hips an erratic bucking mess as she still sought friction. Rex fucked her through her orgasm, his brows knitted together with the way her pussy clenched and unclenched around him.Â
Ahsokaâs head fell into the crook of his shoulder, her full body weight now his to bear. He didnât mind, especially as she peppered little kisses to the skin around his collar bones, nipping lightly.Â
âYou still have some left in you?â he laughed, squeezing her ass and helping her to wrap her other leg around his waist. They both moaned as his cock was still buried to the hilt within her.Â
She giggled, regaining her speech, âIâm not done with you just yet. I still have a promise to keep, remember?â
He gave her a gentle little thrust in response, âKeep talking like that and Iâll finish right here inside you. Thatâs a promise.â
Rex began to carry her out of the kitchen and towards her bedroom when she squeaked out, âWait!â
He hummed in question, pulling back to meet such striking blue eyes. Oh, she was blushing big time. His genuine concern shifted, turning to the thing she was eyeing on the tabletop. âAnd just what are we going to do with these?â he asked, taking the whole bowl of mysterious little fruit.Â
Ahsoka put her tongue in the pocket of her cheek, refusing to divulge such information. Rex knew well what she had intended to do with these. Again, a low, almost animalistic noise caused his chest to vibrate. She was handed the bowl and he made long strides to her door.Â
She was laid down gently onto the mattress, both of them whining at the disappointment of being separated. As soon as he was out of her, Ahsoka tugged him down to her level and pressed a searing kiss to the corner of his mouth, guiding him to lay back on the bed.Â
He swallowed thickly as Ahsoka straddled his lap, the unidentifiable berry between her lips, her slick folds brushing over the underside of his dick. Rexâs hips lifted, his need for her indescribable. She finally took pity on him, taking her seat over his cock, her cunt spreading over his girth and her clit kissing the head. His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his skull.
âItâs my turn now,â she said, leaning in and presenting him the berry between nimble fingers.
Ahsoka took immense pleasure in the way he looked up at her, his long eyelashes fluttering and amber eyes alight with anticipation.
âItâs called a bloom fruit,â she provided. âRegarded of high value by Dathomirian night sisters and said to enhance the senses.â
He hummed, rolling his hips against her hot core, âDoes it taste as good as you do?â The low lighting didnât allow him to see her blush, but he knew that it was there.
She licked her lips, âI'll let you tell me.â
Rex opened his mouth and allowed her to pass the fruit between his lips. He bit down and moaned, watching as Ahsoka removed it and then bit it herself behind him.Â
Fuck.Â
âItâs sweet, but nowhere as sweet as whatâs between your legs,â he decided.Â
She beamed sheepishly. âWell, I quite enjoy it⌠so much so, that I think Iâd like to lick it off of you.â
He nearly choked at her words, clearing his throat and taking a deep inhale, giving her a speechless yet eager nod. Revenge was indeed so sweet. Ahsoka grinded her aching pussy against his rigid cock as she brought the fruit to his lips again, waiting for him to take a bite before dragging it down his chin and neck. The gasp that left Rexâs mouth was sinful and Ahsoka dipped her head to kiss it off his skin, darting her tongue to lick along his jaw and down the prominent cord of his neck. She latched onto the place where muscle and bone met and sucked.Â
Two strong hands shot up and took hold of her waist with bruising force. Ahsoka let out a surprised yelp and looked to find his eyes half-lidded and swollen lips trembling with his ragged breaths. That spot had clearly been sensitive.Â
âFuck, âSoka,â he said. âHow did we ever wait this long?â
She took another bite from the bloom fruit and pressed it to his chest, spreading the juice over his pecs and nipples. He shivered.Â
Her grin was wicked, âThereâs no stopping us now, is there? Just wait until you see the little number I bought today.â
Rexâs response was a thumb to her clit and she gave him a pitchy gasp, leaning down to clean the juice from his chest, making a show of it and looking him in the eyes the whole while. His jaw flexed and he made a feral noise in his throat, moving his hands to take hold of her ass and kneading, pressing her further against his throbbing member.Â
She let him have control for just a few moments, rocking her along the underside of his cock and watching as her breasts bounced.Â
But Ahsoka found herself throwing her head back and so she was quick to resolve the situation, moving further down his body. Rex grunted in protest but quieted himself as he saw where the fruitâs next destination was going to be.Â
Ahsoka pressed it to his skin once more, trailing it down his toned abs, relishing in the way he twitched and jumped. The head of his cock teased her neck and collar bones, his excessive precum decorating her sienna skin in a thin sheen. She only hummed and pressed a chaste kiss to his needy head.Â
The amount of self control within Rex was dwindling. He first bit his heavy tongue then clenched his teeth, forcing himself to lie still instead of grab her and switch positions so that he could fuck her into the mattress.Â
Instead, he looked up, said a brief prayer to her Force, and released a broken moan when Ahsokaâs hot tongue trailed down down down. She lapped up the juice, flicking her tongue and journeying to where his happy trail led. He was embarrassed at the way his body jerked, but Ahsoka couldnât have been more pleased with her handiwork.Â
She was eye level with his cock now, looking on as it leaked like a sieve, throbbing and angry and needing her.Â
Fek, it was getting hard to breathe.Â
Rex swallowed and spoke around his tightening throat, ââSoka please.â
There was that lip bite again. She pressed the berry to the base of his dick and he hissed at the contact, holding back whines of desperation as she moved it along the length of him, careful to avoid the head. The juice trailed down him, gathering at his balls.Â
Ahsoka had, in just two weeks, managed to figure out how exactly to get him where she wanted him. And all she had to do was be in his presence â all of this was just a bonus.
Maybe heâd hold off on telling her that for now though.Â
After what felt like hours of tantalization, Ahsoka removed the fruit and considered it. It was coated in a mixture of its own juice as well Rexâs;Â Ahsoka had no hesitation in popping it into her mouth.
It was the most obscene sight heâd ever seen and fuck he very much wanted to see it again.Â
She descended upon him, her plump lips wrapping around his cock, looking up at him in exactly the way heâd requested earlier. Ahsoka was going slow, painfully slow, moaning around his length and swirling her tongue around his sensitive head.Â
Rex coughed, overcome with the sensation. His skin burned; he burned for her.Â
The sounds she made taking his cock caused him to start panting, desperate for something that oxygen couldnât provide him.Â
She lifted from his length with a pop and wiped the mixture of arousal, spit, and fruit juice from her chin. âMost delicious thing Iâve ever put in my mouth,â she said huskily, taking him yet again.Â
His cock disappeared once more behind her lips and all self control was lost.Â
Rex was a mess, thrusting up into her hot mouth like his life depended on it. He was whimpering, face screwing up as he lost control, reaching for her montrals with weak fingers. His vision was going, orgasm imminent, hips bucking erratically as he rasped her name, finishing hard on her tongue and crying out as she swallowed around him.
His eyes closed and he became one with the mattress, hand twitching and body spasming as he experienced a wave of aftershocks. A cool hand was placed on his forehead, accompanied by a sweet kiss.Â
âRex?â she asked, her voice sounding like it was under water.Â
The only answer he could give her was a weak, half smile that faded as quickly as it came.Â
He faded as quickly as he came.Â
âRex?â Ahsoka asked again, her satisfaction faltering.Â
His erratic breathing had ceased all too soon.Â
Knocks never came to the front door as Phee let herself in, running. Ahsoka had only left Rex once to retrieve their clothes and Rex dressed from the waist down. She was frantic and most thankful for the woman and her very convenient power chair. Their earlier conversation was now a blessing.Â
Rexâs unconscious body was placed in the seat and Ahsoka strapped him in, careful to avoid the rash that had bloomed across his body â everywhere sheâd touched the fruit to his skin.Â
The lights in her bedroom had been so low and the curtains drawn. It had spread so fast and without her knowledge.Â
âHow far is the hospital?â Ahsoka asked, trying and failing to regulate her breathing.Â
âNot far. Come on. Theyâre expecting us and have agreed not to ask questions,â the woman explained, leading Ahsoka out the door and into the bright afternoon.Â
Ahsoka ran behind Phee, using the Force to breathe life into Rex. The streets surrounding their home were empty and Ahsoka was most grateful that everyone was still gathered up by the market. Birds still sang and music still played, the distant echoes of laughter reaching her montrals. They were quite the sight running through Lower Pabu, a stark juxtaposition of terror against the backdrop of what was otherwise a perfect day.Â
Phee took a sharp left turn and Ahsoka maneuvered Rexâs hover chair, holding his head to prevent any possible whiplash. Sheâd never felt so careless in her life.Â
Heâd made much more noise than what she learned to be his usual that afternoon in the bedroom than he had over the past two weeks. How much of his cries had been due to pleasure versus⌠Force, she hoped he hadnât experienced any pain. She didnât feel anything remotely of the sort from his Force signature. It had unmistakably been from pleasure.Â
They then burst through the doors of the hospital not long after, the emergency staff already transferring Rex onto a repulsorlift stretcher.Â
âHis name is Rex. Put it under Phee Genoa. Iâm with his friend, Ashla. Heâs having a reaction and hasnât responded inââ she turned to Ahsoka.
Her chrono was already out. âNine minutes now. And his breathing is obstructed. Please help him,â she begged.Â
âWeâll do all that we can,â the worker said, wheeling Rex down a long, stark hallway. Another worker gave Rexâs party the go ahead and Ahsoka and Phee both rushed after him, following where heâd been heading into a nearby room.Â
He was hooked up to their machines with unrivaled speed and the medical droids were already prepping their tests. Multiple screens filled the room and Ahsoka bit at her nails â something she hadnât done in years.Â
âThe patient is suffering a severe allergic reaction and is experiencing disruption to his breathing pathways. I do not know how he has remained alive. He is unresponsive and must be given the proper combative injection or else faces imminent death.â
Hot tears welled up in Ahsokaâs eyes as she witnessed his unconscious body be poked and prodded. His skin was inflamed and blotchy from the mouth down. She couldnât even react to her desperate use of the Force being the only thing that kept him alive for those few, long, detrimental minutes.Â
He could be dead. She wouldâve been the one to kill him.Â
The shot was already on hand due to the description Phee had provided to the staff when she called, as well as their physical assessment of Rex upon his arrival. A distressed little nurse droid produced the shot for the medical droid and stood back as it was administered, beginning to articulate to Ahsoka and Phee what it did.Â
Rexâs chest instantly filled with air, his lungs and passageways opening at last. He fell into a coughing fit and his eyes shot wide, pupils shrinking with the severe light overhead. His body thrashed on the table and a gurgling noise sounded in his throat.
Ahsokaâs sobs were instantaneous and Phee wrapped her arms around her, welcoming the younger girl to cry into her shoulder.Â
She didnât know if she was crying more so because it had almost killed him or the fact that he was finally free from the life-threatening reaction. But her chance to expel her emotions were cut short by the nurse droid, tugging at the hem of her dress. Ahsoka sniffed and looked to where it was pointing at the door, the full Batch standing and peering into the small window.Â
Her eyes closed briefly as she exhaled her frustration and Phee grabbed the door, walking her out into the hallway.Â
âIs Rex alright? We were landing when Omega saw you guys running,â Echo said, evidently the most distraught of the men.Â
The words alone were enough to make Ahsoka want to burst into tears again. Phee noticed and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, âHeâs going to be fine. Just a little allergic reaction is all.â
âAllergies? From what? I thought regs didnât have allergies?â Hunter asked.Â
Tech, as always, was quick to provide an explanation. âRegs typically do not have allergies, correct, but Rexâs signature blonde hair color does not come from any chemical. Perhaps this too is another outlier gene he developed in incubation.â
Phee smiled at the man she referred to as âbrown eyesâ and agreed, âCouldnât have said it better myself. Weâre just lucky that Ashla here noticed his reaction to the fruit in time.â
âOh no,â Wrecker said, âRex isnât going to stop gardening is he?â
Ahsoka couldnât help but laugh a little past her drying tears, âNo, it wasnât one of his. It was one that I bought from the summer market.â
He gave a big sigh of relief and promptly left with Omega, as theyâd arrived just in time to still get to go.Â
Moments later, Rex was wheeled out of the room, barely awake and weak. He smiled anyway. Everyone had shown up for him. His appearance was jarring for his brothers, who hadnât yet seen the extent of his condition.
The medical droids had laden him with bacta patches going down his front and disappearing into his pants. For his mouth, there was a salve applied. âAll this for me?â he asked jokingly past swollen lips.Â
Ahsokaâs heart ached but she laughed despite it all.Â
Rex winked at her and then turned to the boys, âDonât tell me I look as bad as your faces say I do.â
Hunter glanced between Rex and Ahsoka and attempted to stifle the knowing smirk spreading over his lips. Echo, observant as ever, caught it at the last second. His jaw hung open as he put two and two together, almost getting left behind as everyone made their way to the exit.Â
The presence of the boys back in the home was a welcome one. Neither Ahsoka nor Rex realized how much theyâd missed having them around. It did mean less copulating in every room and on every surface in the little home, which was a downside. But everyone, even Rex, was laughing about the incident in no time.Â
Heâd been quick about crafting a story â one that didnât involve being naked in Ahsokaâs bed and having her quite literally suck the life out of him. Rex stood by his tale about attempting to bake something with the bloom fruit, getting it on his clothes, and continuing on in the nude. Conveniently, in this story, Ahsoka was up looking for him at the market and not yet realizing heâd already returned home.Â
It was quite unconvincing, as there was a hole in the poorly weaved lie. What if Ahsoka came back to find him baking and dancing sans any clothing? Rex just argued that the fruit had already begun to take a critical effect on him. Â
Wrecker was the first one to dive into the pantry, excited to make himself (and reluctantly everyone else) sandwiches with the new bread. Hunter set to unloading their cargo and Echo began with laundry.Â
Rex sat with Ahsoka on a cozy little sofa, purposefully choosing the item of furniture due to its tight squeeze. They were thigh to thigh and conversing quietly. Thankfully, the blotches on his skin had greatly started to subside and his lips were no longer swollen. He sounded like himself again. Especially when he whispered out of earshot of his brothers, âThey gave me a bit of the salve to take home.â
âDid they? What about a few of those shots? Those would be more than helpful to have so this doesnât spring up again and get out of hand. Iâm so sorry this happened, Rex,â Ahsoka whispered.Â
He skirted his index finger along the hem of her dress, âDonât worry about me, Ahsoka. Iâm fine. Iâve survived worse attempts on my life.â She rolled her eyes playfully. âI was wondering though⌠if youâd give me a hand with the salve.â The darkening in his honey colored irises was unmistakable.Â
Ahsoka feigned any awareness of what he was getting at, âIt looks to me like your swelling has gone down.â
âHas it?â he quipped breathily, flicking his eyes down to his lap. The bulge there dried her mouth and directed the moisture elsewhere.Â
She pressed her lips together to fight off her imminent grin, but the flush in her lekku gave her away. âIâd be happy to give you a hand. Maybe though, from now on we will stick to salves and creams instead of fruit,â she said lowly.Â
âOh I beg to differ,â Rex said. âSo long as we stick to avedames instead.â
âDeal,â she agreed.Â
They were broken from their intimate little exchange by the clearing of Echoâs throat. He was standing at the dryer with its door open, a lacy red thong dangling from his scomp hand. âSo about that story,â he started.Â
Rex and Ahsoka both flushed a deep crimson. Their attempts at crafting their earlier cover story had been fruitless.Â
âDidnât you say Ahsoka bought the fruit that gave you that reaction?â
Ahsoka was speechless, mortified and looking anywhere but at the former ARC. The man seated next to her wasted no time in taking her hand and interlacing their fingers.Â
Wrecker gasped.Â
âOh please donât try telling me theyâre yourââ
But Echoâs words were cut short as Wrecker let out a hearty laugh resembling that of a child with a deep voice. âRex, no wonder you got that rash if thatâs what youâre wearing!â
âAs a matter of fact, thatâs exactly what happened,â Rex said proudly, wincing as he stood and winking at Ahsoka. Wrecker was the only one who bought the absurdly evident lie and Rex strode with a limp to Echo to retrieve the dainty little item. His brother wore a shit-eating grin, not altogether surprised that his Captain and Commander had developed such a relationship.
Rex beckoned for Ahsoka to follow him into the temperate Pabu night and she fell into a fit of giggles once the door closed, âRex you did not have to do that for me!â
âOf course I did,â he smiled, shrugging. âI owed it to you if buying that little number was even as half as embarrassing as that back there was.â The red lace was threaded around his fingers and stuffed into his pants pocket.Â
Ahsoka hummed.Â
âYou like that?â he teased, pressing a chaste kiss to her montral. She nodded against his lips, taking his arm. âGood. Youâre wearing them for me tomorrow. As soon as my dick is clear Iâm finishing what we started.â
She shook her head in laughter and in disbelief at how lucky she was. They were finally where they both wanted to be and had the rest of their lives to express their love in any and every form. The air was salty, the waves lapped at the island, and lights decorated every inch of land they could see. Spring flowers were in full bloom. It was still a perfect day. âWhere are we going on this fine evening?â she asked, rubbing his bicep.Â
Rex pointed to a house with a little blue roof, âPhee Genoaâs place.â
âHow come? Iâm pretty sure she asked you quite specifically to stop thanking her.â
âThatâs not exactly what we are visiting for, though I do plan on sneaking in another thanks.â
âThen what?â
He smiled and stopped in the ambiently lit street, tracing the braids of her headdress and touching the new stones that had been added. âWell, she set the boys up with their own house, didnât she? Iâd like to ask her for one for us. So that I can grow fruit that Iâm not deathly allergic to in our garden and share avedame wine with you, take you in every room of the house, and bake naked if we must.â
Ahsoka found her eyes hot with tears for a second time that day, this time with a smile wobbling on her lips. âWe must.â
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In Command - Part 12
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A/N: HELLO I AM BACK! The Bolts series kind of took over my brain, but I HAVE RETURNED! This chapter took a LONG time because I really wanted to get it (and the next few right) since it contains some of the most significant changes from the original fic. I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT! As always, thank you to the OUTSTANDING @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading for me, knocking ideas around, and reassuring me when I was second-guessing everything. YOU ARE THE BEST TJ!
Chapter Rating: E
Warnings: explicit sexual content (fingering, PiV sex, cum eating), language
Word Count: 9.6k words
âHow can this be so kriffing boring?â Senna muttered, rubbing her face. âI really thought this talk would have at least some worthwhile details in it, but the guy giving it has to have been around when they invented the hyperdrive.â
Rex chuckled into his cup of caf. âOh, come on. I donât think itâs so bad.â
Senna rolled her eyes at him. âOf course you wouldnât. You two geezers are kindred spirits.â
âIâm technically younger than you, you know. Accelerated aging and all that.â
She rolled her eyes again, and Rex nudged her with an elbow. It seemed as though she was in higher spirits today, and he couldnât be certain if it was because the meet with Fisk was set for tomorrow or if there was something else at play. Even her frustration and complaining seemed more light-hearted, and it had made the burden he carried feel slightly more tolerable.
Maybe it was the right call to allow her to do this.
As the speaker wrapped up the session, Senna sighed, powering down the comm node. âWell that was another day wasted.â
âI donât think thatâs true,â he countered. âWe learned some more of the command structure. Thatâs important.â
âBut we need more. I need to know what that super weapon is. All we know is that itâs a game-changer in the Empireâs eyes, but weâve hardly learned anything else helpful. No build schedule, no people running the project, not even the mention of where itâs happening.â She was pulling her bun down and massaging her scalp, her hair hanging in front of her face like an auburn curtain. Rex tried to stifle a smile as she huffed, causing some of the hair to flutter before she whipped it back over her shoulders and down her back. She chewed a thumbnail before turning her attention to a parcel that sheâd brought home with her earlier in the week. He hadnât questioned it, but his curiosity was piqued as she grabbed it and headed into the âfresher.
Probably going out for her nightly walk, he thought as he reached for the datapad sheâd been using to take notes. He also dug his hand in the bag of sweets sheâd bought back earlier in the week, popping one of the candies in his cheek as he began reviewing her notes.
There has to be something here worthwhile.
He still shared her frustration, but he felt he needed to remain optimistic, if nothing else other than for her mental state. His eyes flicked to the door of the âfresher as he heard the shower turn on.
Maybe sheâs just getting ready for bed tonight.
He wondered if her not going out meant something. He sucked on the candy in his cheek.
A short while later, Senna emerged, but when she did, she wasnât wearing a new set of clothes to sleep in. Rex had to clench his jaw to keep it from falling open.
Sheâd swept her hair back in a slightly more stylized bun with smaller braids tucked into it, but sheâd allowed some wisps to hang free, framing her face. He couldnât be sure, but he thought she was wearing a bit of makeup, just enough to accentuate her eyes. But the thing that surprised him most was the cerulean sundress she was wearing. The fabric was simple enough, but the cut hung perfectly on her, outlining her curves in ways that somehow made her eyes sparkle even more. Thin straps laid across her shoulders, weaving across her back in a simple pattern, and the skirt swept to halfway down her shins. It was modest compared to some of the garments heâd seen in his time, but somehow alluring in ways that made sweat break out across the back of his neck. Sheâd pulled her boots back on underneath and was reaching for her jacket when she seemed to finally notice him staring.
âThereâs a festival tonight. Kind of wanted to go see what itâs about,â she said quietly. She brushed a piece of hair behind one ear, sheepishly smiling as if sheâd been caught doing something she shouldnât.
âBy yourself?â The question came out more accusing than Rex meant, and Senna ducked her head, rubbing the back of her neck.
âThereâs a big dinner tonight for the conference. All of the Imps should be there. Figured itâd be safe enough on my own.â
âOh.â
âI-I just⌠I didnât know if⌠I didnât know if youâd want to go.â She paused. âDo⌠do you want to go?â
Rexâs mind faltered.
Did she not want me to go? Sheâs been distant the last week, pulling away. I donât want to intrude if she needs the space. But⌠when she looks like that⌠MakerâŚ
âI should probably stay in and go over the notes. And then make sure weâre prepped for the meet tomorrow.â The words were out of his mouth like a reflex, and he found himself second-guessing them immediately. Her expression was unreadable.
âAlright then. Might grab dinner while Iâm out too.â
âRight. Bring me something back?â he asked.
She smiled gently. âOf course.â They stared at each other for another beat, Senna rocking nervously back and forth on her heels. It was as if she wanted to say something else, but was unable to find a starting point. Finally, she seemed to give up trying, reaching over and snatching her comm from where it sat on the desk. Quickly, she pulled her jacket on and slipping the comm into her pocket. âI shouldnât be out long. Probably wonât be too much fun.â Her smile was almost apologetic.
âYeah. Sure,â he fumbled.
Before any more awkward silence could hang between them, she was out the door, leaving Rex alone as he replayed the moment again and again in his mind.
What the kriff was that?
â
Senna walked quickly through the crowds on the street, keeping her head down as if she could outrun the awkward encounter with Rex by putting more distance between them.
What the kriff was that?
She had thought about asking him to come with her. Tortured herself over it, in fact. Ultimately, she came to the conclusion that was a violation of the invisible and inconsistent boundary sheâd set for herself.
Still⌠maybe it would have been nice for me to ask.
Dammit.
The evening air was cool, but a warm breeze blew some loose tendrils of hair against her cheeks, and she could smell food vendors nearby frying every type of meat and cheese under the sun. The tinkle of laughter and the notes of music carried on the cool night air, and as she got closer to the square, she felt some of her tension melt away as she sank into the festival atmosphere. Children raced past, brushing her skirt as they sprinted carelessly by, laughing and screaming with dust swirling in their wake. Senna smiled to herself as she disappeared into the crowd, enjoying the feeling of being around people, yet alone. She made her way through the throng, the music growing louder as she wove by group after group of people laughing and giggling. Suddenly, everything opened up around her as she reached the square, and she inhaled sharply as she took it in.
The entire area had been completely transformed from what sheâd stumbled upon on her first day out. Small lights were strung within and between the trees, twinkling joyously in the night and softly illuminating the various vendor stalls and the large space where people were dancing. The leaves whispered in the breeze, harmonizing with the laughter and shouts of the onlookers that stood around the edge of the dance floor. A live band played a quick-tempoed tune as the dancers whirled, the colorful fabrics of their clothes waving in wide arcs as they spun, hair and tendrils whipping around like grass in the wind. The smell of assorted fried food and warm drinks was stronger now, carried on the wind along with the sounds, and Senna felt her stomach grumble quietly. She let her shoulder lean against a pillar that was wrapped in streamers and greenery as she took the scene in. Sheâd never really had the opportunity to see festivals like this while she was a Jedi, and moments of joy like this one warmed her heart after so much time spent in a war.
âBeautiful isnât it?â a familiar voice said softly next to her, and she jumped, whirling to glare at the man next to her. Familiar brown eyes twinkled beneath the brim of a hat that was covering his blonde hair as he leaned closer to her.
Rex.
âDid you follow me?â she whispered with an edge of annoyance.
Too close.
âNo. Well, yes. But I kind of wanted to see what all the fuss was about,â he said sheepishly, ducking his head. âAnd I figured⌠well, we are supposed to be on our honeymoon.â
Senna studied him for another moment.
âI suppose thatâs true,â she conceded. She felt him step closer, hesitantly wrapping his arm around her waist.
âIs this alright?â he murmured against her ear.
âYes,â she breathed, trying to keep her heart from racing as she felt his fingers rest against her hip. Her tongue darted out to wet her suddenly dry lips as she fumbled to change the subject and ignore the heat racing to her cheeks. âYou ever see anything like this?â
âWe werenât exactly around a lot of festivals on our campaigns.â
âYeah, that tracks.â They stood in silence for a few more minutes as the song came to a close and the dancers all applauded along with the crowd. The band struck up a new song, and many of the onlookers took to the dance floor, swaying in time with the music. The beat tugged at Senna, and after a few seconds, she found herself tapping her foot. Rex glanced down at where her boot was keeping tempo, smiling to himself before his eyes caught hers. She couldnât help but grin back at him.
Maybe heâs right. We are supposed to be out together. What could it hurt?
Senna leaned over and said quietly, âYou uhâŚever learn how to dance, Captain?â
He turned to look at her, noting her cocked eyebrow and taking it as a challenge. âI may have picked up a few dance steps on Coruscant when I was there on leave. Donât know that Iâm any good at any of them though.â
âWell, why donât we find out then?â she giggled, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the dancers as she tossed her inhibitions to the wind.
He hesitated, pulling back on her hand. She whirled back around to face him, her eyes sparkling in the lantern light. A sudden giddiness came over her, and for once, she wasnât going to resist it.
We deserve this much, donât we?
âCome on, Lon. You owe me a honeymoon.â He still was scanning the crowd nervously, so she stepped closer, whispering in his ear, âWe deserve to have some fun.â
Rex chuckled quietly. âI suppose we do.â
The air was warmer as she led him towards the dance area, and she stripped out of her jacket, tossing it on a nearby bench. The breeze tugged at her hair, dragging some of the loose strands across her bare shoulders, and she inhaled deeply.
Have some fun.
She turned back to Rex. His gaze was gentle yet piercing, and she felt herself grow warmer. He followed her lead, tossing his jacket on the same bench before interlacing his fingers with hers as she led him through the dancers, weaving along until they found a spot to stake their claim. Turning to face him, Senna let her left arm drift over his shoulder. âYou know the Coruscant Whirl?â she asked.
Rex smirked. âCan a Toydarian fly?â
She wrinkled her nose. âI mean, not always super well, but-â He interrupted her by pulling her close and whipping her around in a circle, and a loud cackle burst out of her as he twirled her. They separated in time with the tempo, their fingertips grazing as they slid by one another until he stepped forward and firmly gripped her hand, spinning her back into him. She couldnât remember the last time sheâd felt this at ease, this happy. She was out of breath from laughing, she was sweaty from the exertion, and she felt as if an ember in her chest was being blown upon every time she caught Rexâs eye, every time his hands found their place on her waist. She wasnât certain sheâd ever seen him this happy either.
She never wanted it to end.
Arenât we owed this much? After all of it?
Rexâs grin made her heart flutter as he stepped closer to her, wrapping his fingers around her waist, lifting her easily and spinning her. She whooped in surprise at first before tipping her head back and giggling.
âDidnât expect that one, huh?â he teased in her ear as he spun her around.
âI must say, Iâm pleasantly surprised,â she said, her arms drifting to his shoulders as he replaced her on the ground. They were both laughing and panting as they danced, Senna almost daring Rex to keep pace, and him meeting the challenge at every turn. Whipping her around one more time, he pulled her back in and dipped her low just as the song ended, her hands wrapping around the back of his neck as her hair finally fell from its loose bun and spilled over his arm. Senna tipped her head back and laughed. Gently, Rex pulled her back up, her hair sticking to her face and neck as she tried to regain her breath. âVery well done, sir,â she said approvingly.
âI do what I can,â he replied, a grin cutting across his face from ear to ear.
Maker, heâs handsome.
The barriers were crumbling, but she couldnât be bothered to care. At least, not for tonight.
We should be allowed to be happy. After everything weâve been through.
Just playing our parts. Valla and Lon Cardell. Honeymooning together.
The band had moved on to a much slower song, and the couples around them had started to move together, holding each other close. Rex turned to look at Senna, and she could see the hesitation, the question clear in his gaze. She shrugged, stepping closer and placing his hand on her waist.
âIt is supposed to be our honeymoon,â she reminded him.
He smiled but said nothing, pulling her closer.
Senna slid her left arm back up over his shoulder and allowed the fingers of her right hand to intertwine with his as she let her face rest against his chest. She could hear his heart beating and smell the sweat on him as they swayed in time with the music. The warmth of his hand on the small of her back was a grounding presence, holding her close, and for the first time since before the war, the entire galaxy seemed to fall away. She felt Rex rest his cheek against the top of her head, and she pressed more into him.
Just pretend. Just for a little while.
As they swayed, Rex pulled their clasped hands to his chest, running his thumb over the back of her hand. He turned to whisper into her ear, âAlmost makes you feel normal, huh?â
Something stirred within her, twisting her stomach. She smiled sadly up at him. âYou forget, this was never going to be my normal,â she whispered back.
âAnd⌠what about now?â he asked.
Her heart stuttered in her chest. She froze, and she felt him tense as she pulled back to look at him. His eyes were searching hers, as if he was trying to gauge her reaction. The problem was she wasnât sure what her reaction was. The ground suddenly felt unsteady under her feet as her brain rushed to interpret what Rex meant, what he could possibly be implying. Her heart was singing at her to hope, but her brain was in an all-out assault to quash that.
You love him.
You canât.
But what if heâŚ
The song came to an end, and an announcement about the nightâs scheduling was played over the sound system. Senna blinked as the speaker blared, derailing her frantic train of thought.
Just small talk. Just pretend. Heâd never⌠no. You canât let yourself think that.
Youâll only get hurt. Or youâll hurt him.
Senna smiled back up at him. âWe should get some food,â she said as she tucked her hair back into a bun, bending over to grab her jacket striding off towards a food stand. She could feel Rexâs eyes following her for a few seconds before he apparently decided to let it go, falling into step behind her. Her fingers flexed nervously, her eyes darting among the vendors until they settled on a stall selling roasted meat on sticks.
Does⌠does he?
She shook her head, quickly paying the vendor for two sticks of meat and a bag of dried fruit to share. Her stomach growled, and she bit into the meat, barely tasting it as her mind raced.
You canât.
âHey, are you alright?â Rex asked from right next to her.
âYeah. Iâm fine. I⌠here,â she said, extending him the other stick. He took it, but his eyes never left her. She ate quickly, discarding the wooden stick and tearing open the fruit bag. The sugar and some other spice tingled on her tongue. Rex was eating more slowly, his eyes seemingly never leaving her.
âAre you sure? Because you seem⌠distant.â
She tried not to squirm under his gaze.
Havenât I been all week?
Senna turned to face him. Her heart lurched at the way he was looking at her.
He just wants to understand. And maybe you owe him that much.
âRex, I-â
Their conversation was interrupted by a commotion on the east end of the festival. Shouts and screams cut through the night air, and suddenly, the sound of modulated voices carried over the crowd. Rex and Sennaâs eyes met, alarm permeating both of their gazes as they understood what was happening.
Imperials.
Rex stood on his tiptoes to see above the crowd, and when his eyes settled on the far end where the noise was coming from, his mouth pulled into a thin, tight line, confirming what Senna feared. He leaned close, speaking directly into her ear. âTheyâve got a small army, and it seems theyâre kettling the crowd. I donât have my chain code with me. Do you?â
Sennaâs hands flew to her pockets, already knowing she hadnât brought her identification as her fingers futilely felt for the chain code disk.
Kriff. How could I have been so careless?
Rex didnât need her to confirm his suspicions as he met her eyes. âGuess their dinnerâs over. Time to go,â he muttered. His arm slipped protectively around her as he began pressing them back away from the main avenue. Quickly, Senna pulled the hood of her jacket up and tried to shield her face with it. Rex tipped the brim of his hat lower, turning up the collar of his jacket as well. They started moving away from the impending line of stormtroopers at as normal of a pace as possible. An announcement boomed over a loudspeaker somewhere.
âThis is an unauthorized gathering that is in direct violation of curfew. Disperse immediately or you will be arrested.â There were shouts of protest from various onlookers, but most people were moving away.
âWe hold this festival every year. Why would they do this?â Senna heard one woman ask.
âBecause they can,â another grumbled in response.
Sennaâs mind was racing, her heart rate spiking with fear.
Heâs here because of me. I did this. Itâs my fault. I put us in danger.
Rex took Sennaâs hand and they wove back through the crowd away from the approaching squadron. Slipping into an alleyway, he led her away from the main street. They could hear more and more loudspeakers and the modulated voices of the stormtroopers demanding people move, followed up with a few indignant shouts.
âThis way,â Rex whispered. âIt should dump us right in front of the inn.â
My fault. My fault. My fault.
They stepped quickly through the darkness, but no matter how much space they put between themselves and the festival, they still could hear the comm chatter of stormtroopers, too close for comfort. Senna was completely disoriented, clinging to Rexâs hand as he worked his way through the labyrinth of alleys and backstreets. Suddenly, he turned one corner, and then immediately jumped backwards, slamming Senna against the wall. She took in his expression, his eyes flicking back and forth, calculating his next move before his brown irises finally found hers in the dark.
âThereâs a squad at the end of the alley coming this way,â he whispered. âCome on.â
Rex doubled back, and despite her long legs, Senna found herself jogging to keep up with his pace. He tried another route, but was met with yet another squad working their way towards them.
âKriff,â he muttered under his breath. Senna could see the tension in his shoulders as he thought, working over the maps sheâd watched him memorize in his head. After a few seconds, he turned the opposite direction of the stormtroopers, heading back the way theyâd come before ducking into a sidestreet. Senna followed quickly, keeping her head down as she tried to take in her surroundings.
The sidestreet was largely empty, peppered with rundown storefronts and buzzing neon signs. A stray tooka watched them with mild interest, scratching at an ear with a clawed foot. There was a mild stench of standing water and garbage that permeated the entire street, and Senna fought the urge to wrinkle her nose. Her pulse was pounding in her ears, and she felt her chest begin to clench with nerves.
We canât get caught. That was the deal. No getting captured. No matter what.
As if he could sense her fear, Rex reached back for her hand, which she gratefully slipped into his. âThis connects with a fenced-off courtyard that we should be able to scale and cut through,â he murmured. âThink you can handle that?â
âAre you seriously asking if I can climb a fence, Rex?â she joked, doing a poor job of hiding the desperation in her voice.
He smirked, but before he could retort, they heard the click of boot heels and froze. Rex grabbed her arm, pulling her into the shadows. A few seconds later, a squadron of stormtroopers rounded the corner, making their way down the alley and scanning for any stragglers. They stopped a few passerby, and their demands echoed down the street.
âHAVE YOUR CHAIN CODES OUT FOR INSPECTION.â
Rexâs head was on a swivel, looking up and down the connecting alleys. His grip on her hand was firm, and it felt like the only thing keeping Senna from screaming in frustration. She turned and looked down the street, inhaling sharply as she spotted two officers with the squad. One was a younger woman, laughing at something the other had said, but the gait and posture of her counterpart was unmistakable.
Kriff.
âItâs Fisk,â Senna breathed. âRex, heâs here.â
Her mind raced with thoughts of what would happen if Fisk saw them, and her breath came out in a shaky exhale.
Iâll be arrested as a spy. Thereâs no way they wonât figure out Rex is a clone. I donât even know what would happen to him. Would they just kill him? Or lock him away? Or worse?
âOf course he is,â Rex muttered. He squeezed her hand. âThis way.â
Rex led her down the closest stairwell, pulling her inside the door of a club named The Tawny Tooka. Sennaâs breath felt caught in her chest as he pressed her up against the wall just inside the door, listening to the outside foot traffic. Her heart was racing, but at the moment, she couldnât determine if it was due to the danger or how close Rex was standing to her, his hands pressed to her hips as he tried to see through the smudged window in the door.
âPaying customers only,â came a gravelly voice, making Senna jump in the quiet. Turning, she spotted a female Paâlowick leaning out of a curtained window, watching the two of them. She was wearing a wig that sat crookedly on her elongated head, and her lips were painted a neon shade of purple that matched the glitter smeared on her eyelids.
âWe just need to get our bearings. Got a little lost,â Rex said, and the Paâlowick snorted.
âIâm sure the Imps out there can help you find your way just fine, handsome. So either pay up, or get out.â
Rex glared at her, but Senna stepped past him. âWhatâs the fee?â
âTwenty credits each.â
Senna counted out forty credits as she glanced past the Paâlowick. She could make out a sliver of the club through the curtain behind the Paâlowick, and from what she could see inside, it became very clear that she and Rex had stumbled into a sex club.
âIâm surprised the Imps let you keep this place running,â she commented casually, trying to distract from the way her hands were trembling as she replaced the rest of her credit chips in her pocket.
Get inside and hide. Disappear.
The Paâlowick shrugged. âNormally, youâll find a few of their officers back there, but theyâve got some big shindig tonight. As long as their top brass continues to patronize this establishment, the rest of âem will look the other way.â The attendant scooped Sennaâs credits off the counter. âCan take your coats and hat. Thereâs toys and other fun supplies for sale along the east wall. Private booths on the south wall. Seems like this one prefers to be a bit moreâŚdiscrete.â She winked at Rex, and his mouth twisted into what Senna guessed was supposed to be a smile. His discomfort was obvious, and she wasnât certain she was doing much better at hiding hers.
âThanks,â Senna mumbled, handing off her jacket before grabbing Rex by the wrist and leading him through the doorway that led into the club. He barely had time to toss his own jacket and hat at the Paâlowick, who was rolling her eyes at the two of them as they disappeared.
Senna had been to several of these types of establishments after the war had ended, both as a customer looking for someone to take her mind off of things and as an asset looking to gather intel for Gerrerra. Despite her familiarity with this type of place, something about Rexâs presence made her cheeks flush with heat as she led him through the sea of bodies towards the south wall. Every step that buried them deeper into the crowd put her more at ease, and she felt some of the tightness in her shoulders abate as she and Rex put distance between themselves and the front entrance.
The attendant was right. Privacy will be the way to go. Especially if the Imps decide to come looking down here.
The room was stifling with the smell of perfume and sweat. Laughter and shouts echoed over a thrumming bass, and Sennaâs head swam from the heat that seemed borderline oppressive. Bodies were pressed together in every nook and cranny of the club, parties of every species and gender coupling on couches or working up to it at tables with drinks in hand, leaned close to be heard over the music. Some more adventurous clientele had taken to the stage, exhibiting their proclivities while others seemed to just prefer taking in the show. When she glanced over her shoulder, Senna found Rex staring hard at her, and she couldnât help but grin impishly at him.
âWhat, you canât bend like that?â she teased, jerking her head toward a pair of Twiâleks that were practically contorted on stage with one another. She hoped the joke would keep him from hearing how hard her heart was pounding in her chest.
Rexâs eyes flicked over to the adventurous couple, and he managed a tight smile as he leaned down to reply. His breath was hot against her cheek. âNot without a good amount of stretching.â
She giggled, some of the tension leaving her body as his hands found their way to her hips. She leaned back into him, interlacing her fingers with his as her eyes scanned the crowd. Standing on her tiptoes, she was able to spot the booths in the back, several of them occupied while others had their curtains hanging open invitingly.
âThink we should find somewhere more private like the attendant suggested?â she asked, leaning back to speak to Rex. Her lips grazed the shell of his ear, and she could have sworn she felt him shudder.
âI think thatâs best. Lead the way, love.â
Her heart stuttered in her chest.
Love.
She shook her head, desperately trying to clear the haze that was inundating her mind.
Ever the professional. Still playing his part.
Despite that thought, heat licked up her spine as she strode forward, keeping one hand linked with his as she wove through the crowd. Her chest felt tight, and an undeniable wetness was forming between her legs. She made a beeline for the first booth that was obviously open, and Rex followed her inside.
The two of them pressed into the small booth, and Rex pulled the curtain closed behind them, plunging them into darkness. With that darkness and the sense of isolation came relief, and Senna found herself releasing a breath she hadnât realized sheâd been holding.
Weâre safe. For now.
The dark space was barely large enough for two people to stand in with a small, L-shaped seat pushed into the corner that was clearly meant to facilitate one very specific thing. Sennaâs head was spinning in the close space, caught between the rush of relief and the tension of having Rex so close. The air felt thick as Rex turned in the dark, leaning down to whisper to her. She struggled to focus on the words rather than how his breath felt against the shell of her ear and the smell of his skin. Some of his stubble scraped her cheek as he spoke, the low husky rumble of his voice making her knees tremble.
âWe can lay low here for a bit until the troopers clear out on the street. Theyâll stay just long enough to be an inconvenience and leave when the crowd has dispersed. I donât think Fisk saw us.â
Sennaâs hand rested on his forearm, nodding in agreement. âD-do we stay in here until then?â She knew what she hoped for, but she needed him to confirm it. All of her inhibitions were melting away faster than her brain could counteract them. The adrenaline was wearing off, quickly being replaced by a burning need that was enveloping her more with every breath.
Just an act. It has to be enough.
But what if itâs not?
Rex chuckled, and the sound made Sennaâs heart flutter as his hand found a place on her hip. âIâm afraid I donât have a better idea. But itâll be f-â
The curtain was abruptly pulled open, and Senna blinked at the large Togruta man standing before them. He wasnât wearing a shirt, and he had his arm draped around the shoulder of a Twiâlek, who had his hand halfway down the Togrutaâs pants. Both of their eyes widened in surprise before the Togruta glared at Rex.
âOccupied,â Rex growled.
âWell at least use it then so the rest of us can have a turn,â the Togruta rumbled.
âThe next oneâs open, sweetheart,â the Twiâlek giggled, the muscles of his arms flexing, and the Togruta moaned. âLetâs leave them to their play.â
âFine.â The Togruta managed to shoot Rex one more withering look before he closed the curtain, and Senna heard a thud followed by a loud titter from the connecting wall a few moments later.
âI hope that doesnât keep happening,â Rex muttered, yanking the curtain closed again. âDonât want to have to keep fending them off.â
Senna wet her lips, an idea forming in her mind that under normal circumstances, sheâd have immediately rejected.
But these were not normal circumstances.
âIt probably will keep happening.â She inhaled deeply as her addled brain reached what she considered to be the only possible conclusion. âSit down on the couch, Rex.â Her voice was breathier than sheâd meant for it to be, and he turned to look at her. She wasnât certain if she was imagining it, but she could have sworn he looked hopeful, almost eager.
âWhat?â he asked.
She pushed at his shoulders, guiding him backwards. âTheyâre going to keep coming in, so weâd better look like weâre doing something, or else theyâll get an employee to kick us out. And then weâll be out in the open and really will be conspicuous.â
Rex fell heavily back onto the seat. âThat makes sense,â he agreed slowly. She bent down to bunch her skirt in her hands, hiking the blue fabric up around her thighs. His gaze felt molten as it raked over each newly exposed inch of skin.
âI do that sometimes,â she joked as she climbed onto his lap and straddling him. Her skirt pooled around her hips, exposing her thighs as her knees sunk into the cushions on either side of him, and she could see Rexâs eyes trail along the exposed flesh, his hands hovering over her. She leaned forward, pressing her chest against his and nuzzling against his cheek.
Itâs just an act. What we need to sell it.
Rex finally appeared to decide to rest his hands on her hips, digging his fingers into the wadded-up fabric of her skirt. âIf anyone comes in, just follow my lead,â she whispered against his ear, and she felt him shiver. This time, she was sure of it, certain that he was reacting that way because of her. Heat bloomed between her legs.
Just an act.
âAnd what does that entail?â he asked in a husky whisper.
âWeâre going to give them a show,â she laughed. âMake them think this is definitely in use.â
His grip on her hips tightened, and Senna became increasingly aware that her core was pressed against his crotch, and that he was absolutely reacting to having her so close. But before she could give it any additional thought, two voices just outside of the boothâs curtain grabbed her attention, and the curtain rattled as though it was being tugged. Senna rolled her hips, grinding against Rex as the curtain opened.
She couldnât stop the moan that tore from her throat, her fingers digging into the back of Rexâs neck as his grip on her hips tightened. She ground herself against him again, feeling his cock twitch in his trousers. She could feel the length as she ground her cunt against it, and she panted against his neck. Rex leaned into her, making a low sound in his throat that sent electricity shooting through her veins. His hands were gripping her firmly, guiding the motion of her hips as the curtain swung open.
âOh, sorry!â It flipped shut quickly, and Senna paused, panting against Rexâs neck.
âYeah⌠like that,â she whispered with a chuckle.
âSeems we sold it,â Rex rasped. There was a little strain in his voice, and she could feel how tightly he was still holding her. One of his hands moved to trail along her spine, brushing the bare skin between her shoulder blades and drawing a shiver from her. She dug her teeth into her lip to keep herself from gasping.
âIs⌠is this alright?â he asked after a few moments.
She nuzzled against his throat, trying to keep the tremble out of her voice. âYeah. Why wouldnât it be?â
Just an act.
He swallowed hard. âI just⌠I donât want⌠I know that Fisk made you uncomfortable when he touched you like this. And I donât want to do that.â
âYouâre not Fisk, Rex. Itâs different when you touch me.â
She could feel a throbbing between her legs, and her head swam as she fought the urge to grind against Rex again. His grip loosened on her skirt.
âDo you like it when I touch you?â he asked, so quietly she almost didnât catch it.
Senna turned to face him, her nose grazing his in the dim light. His eyes seemed darker, and his breath was warm against her lips as he watched her, searching her gaze. Her brain screamed at her to stop, to push away from him, to not let herself get pulled under.
But for once, she didnât listen.
âYes.â
She didnât know sheâd said it out loud at first, but she felt Rexâs breath stutter against her lips. His brows were furrowed as he searched her eyes, almost as if he wanted to be sure heâd heard her correctly.
Slowly, Rex reached up, pushing her hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear. His fingers grazed her cheek, tracing along her jaw, and Senna leaned into his touch, closing her eyes and savoring the warmth of his palm. Rexâs eyes flicked down to her mouth, and his thumb gently traced along her lower lip. The pressure was light, and Senna kissed the pad of his thumb. His eyes locked with hers.
âDonât stop,â she whispered.
Rex traced the lines of her throat until his warm fingers grazed along her collar bone, finally reaching her bare shoulders. His fingertips touched the strap of her dress, toying with the thin strand of material. He hesitated, his eyes finding hers again, and Senna shrugged her shoulder down, letting the strap slip off in invitation. Rexâs eyes locked on her bare shoulder, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
He looked hungry.
And in that moment, she wanted nothing more than to be consumed by him.
Senna felt as if she was floating, and before she could consider it further, she reached for his hand. Rex allowed her to take it, and she kissed along his knuckles, placing one against his palm before she guided his hand under her skirt, resting it on her bare thigh. The two of them watched each other as she took his other hand, kissing it as well before she let out a shaky exhale, pulling Rexâs hand to her chest. The hand on her thigh tightened, and she placed her palm over the top of the one that was resting on her chest, adjusting her weight so that her core was pressed against his cock. Every muscle in Rexâs body was tensed, but as she stroked her thumb over the back of his hand, his fingers trailed along the neckline of the dress before his palm dropped down to cup her breast, squeezing it gently.
Sennaâs head rolled back, and she gasped, grinding against him. He groaned in response.
The curtain rattled again.
The final barricade between them crumbled as they stared into each otherâs eyes.
Rexâs hand slipped from her breast, sliding around the back of her neck to pull her into a heated kiss. Theyâd kissed before of course, but this one was different, urgent, hungry, all tongues and teeth clashing together with an urgency that theyâd both repressed for months. The taste of Rex pulled Senna under, and she was more than happy to drown in him. His tongue traced her lower lip, requesting access and her hands slipped around the back of his head as she granted it eagerly, running her tongue along his, desperate to give him whatever he wanted. Her hips rolled again, and Rex reciprocated, gasping into her mouth. Both of his hands gripped her bare thighs under her skirt, pulling her against him with every roll of their hips, and it didnât take the two of them long to find a rhythm. Her nails scratched lightly across the back of his neck as she began to grind against him more insistently. Her undergarments were quickly dampening, but she couldnât stop.
And she didnât want to.
Rex seemed as lost as she was in the moment, grunting every time she pressed against him. She whined against his mouth.
The curtain was still open, but neither of them seemed to care.
âTouch me,â she gasped.
âWhere?â
âAnywhere. Please.â
Rex slipped his hand into her hair, gently tangling his fingers in it. His grip was firm, but so gentle compared to how Fisk had held her head still before.
She wanted more.
Rexâs lips worked their way along her jawline until he reached her throat. She felt his mouth press against the tendons there, sucking a mark before he moved down to her collar bone. His tongue traced her clavicle until he reached the scar left there by the shattered tree branch, and suddenly his kisses were more tender as he focused on the healed mark.
Senna closed her eyes, leaning into his touch as he lavished the mark that haunted her with attention, ensuring sheâd never look at it the same in the mirror.
âMore?â he whispered.
âMore. Please.â
She pressed her core harder against him, and there was no question that this had gone beyond an act for the benefit of those around them.
Senna was chasing her pleasure against Rexâs hardening cock.
And he was helping her.
The hand on her thigh reached further under her skirt, sliding around to grip her ass, guiding her along his length. She felt his fingertips slip under the edge of her panties as his fingers dug into the curve of her ass.
The curtain closed again.
They didnât stop.
Rexâs grip on her hair tightened, and she gasped before his lips met hers again, his voice a deep rasp.
âValla.â
The use of her false name spurred her on for some reason.
It has to be enough.
âDonât stop. Please,â she begged.
Every barrier Senna had thrown up crumbled to dust as she smelled Rexâs skin, tasting his sweat as her tongue traced along the muscles of his throat. Her nose grazed his jaw, and she could feel a day of accumulated scruff scrape against her skin. She had wanted him for weeks, but this was different.
She needed this. Needed him.
It was easy to slip into this role, to justify that she was playing the part of an eager wife on her honeymoon with her husband, but she knew that wasnât what this was. It was messy, but she couldnât seem to stop it. Rex was intoxicating, and she wasnât about to further deprive herself of him.
Donât we deserve this? her mind whispered to her.
âMore,â she begged.
Rexâs fingers dug into her flesh hard enough that she was certain he was going to leave bruises, and the thought made her clench around nothing as her panties became a sopping mess.
Let him mark me. Let him make me his.
She lost herself in him, panting against his mouth as he pulled her forehead against his.
âWeâŚwe sh-shouldâŚâ Rex cut himself off with a moan as she nipped at his jawline.
Senna felt everything in her body tightening as her orgasm built at breakneck speed. She whined against Rexâs lips, and his hand slipped between her legs.
âAre you close?â he gasped.
All she could manage was a nod. She could feel his hesitation, his hand resting against the inside of her thigh.
âP-please. Touch me.â
âYeah?â he understood what she was asking for. Of course he did. Rex knew her.
âPlease. Please. PleaseâŚâ She felt him nudge her panties to the side with his fingers before he slipped one thick digit along her soaked cunt, tracing her lips and gently rubbing circles around her clit. Senna let out a loud moan.
âRight there. Please. Right there. Donât stop.â
Sheâd watched his hands often, how his calloused and scarred fingers moved deftly when he was completing a task. They were strong yet gentle, and while theyâd almost been her demise, sheâd found comfort in them that outweighed everything. Sheâd thought about how they felt cradling her face, how they felt when he held her at night, how warm they were when they were wrapped around hers. And sheâd quietly mewled at night at the thought of them touching her in more intimate places. Her fantasy was overcome by reality as Rex slipped two fingers inside of her, working his thumb at her clit as she ground down on him.
The sensation was better than sheâd ever been able to imagine.
âAll this for me, pretty girl?â he rasped, his hand quickly growing wet with her arousal as he plunged his fingers in and out of her.
Senna whined as she frantically rode Rexâs hand. He slipped a third finger into her, finally pressing deep enough to find the spongy place within her, and she gasped.
âLon. Fuck. Right there. Gods above, right there.â
âFuck, youâre beautiful like this,â he whispered.
Her eyes met his, her lips parted as sweat slicked her skin. His gaze was piercing as he watched her with dark eyes.
âCum for me,â he demanded, nodding in encouragement. âLet me have it.â
And she did.
He pulled her lips to his, swallowing her screams as she came hard, clenching around his fingers. Wave after wave coursed through her, leaving her shuddering in his arms as she came down from her high, the thrumming bass of the music outside of the curtain finally replacing the rushing of blood in her ears.
Senna flopped against Rex, panting and listening to the hammering of his heart in his chest. She could feel his cock, still hard as durasteel in his trousers, pressed against her. Heâd removed his hand from between her legs, and she could see his fingers glistening with her release in the dim light. Rex was examining them as though they were coated in liquid gold, and after a moment, he slipped his fingers into his own mouth, groaning at the taste. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him lick her release from his fingers as though it were the finest wine in the galaxy.
After a moment, he leaned down, kissing her. She could taste herself on his tongue. He offered her his fingers, and she finished cleaning them off, her own tang sharp against her taste buds. Rex watched her with interest, his eyes following the way her tongue traced his knuckles before she sucked the tips of his fingers.
âAtta girl,â he praised, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His chest was still heaving, and Senna watched another trickle of sweat dribble across his collar before dotting the fabric of his shirt with moisture.
The heat grew again in her belly at his praise, words heâd said to her many times that somehow were different now. Sitting up, she reached between her legs, undoing his pants.
Itâs not enough.
âWhat are you doing?â he rasped.
Just a husband and wife on their honeymoon. Just an act.
It was flimsy and outlandish, but it was the best reasoning she could come up with in her addled brain at the moment. She had kept everyone at armâs length for the last year, never letting anyone get too close. Not even the others sheâd slept with had felt this close, this all-encompassing, and even as she let go, she was trying to keep Rex distant in her mind.
Thatâs all this is. A job. A release. We both needed it. Weâre doing each other a favor. Lon and Valla. Fucking each other as married couples do.
She pulled her hand away, meeting his gaze.
âDo you want me to stop?â she asked.
Rex watched her for a moment before he shifted to undo his pants the rest of the way, lifting his hips slightly to slide them down just enough. She could feel the warmth of his skin where his bare hips now pressed against the inside of her thighs. And then she felt the hot, blunt head of his cock run through her slick folds. His lips parted slightly, and he released a sharp exhale at the feel of her. His eyes never left hers as he reached between her legs again, pumping himself, his knuckles grazing her clit with every stroke. He coated himself with her release before notching himself at her entrance.
Fuck. Heâs huge.
They panted as they watched one another for a moment, not daring to move.
There was still time to stop, to put all their clothes back on and never go further.
Itâs not enough.
Senna crossed the line for both of them, lowering herself down onto Rexâs cock on shaky legs and spearing herself on his length. Her head rolled back and she moaned as his girth split her open. He was so thick, and as the head of his cock pushed into her, she felt her walls stretch to accommodate him. Patience was never something she prided herself in, and it took everything she had to ease herself downwards. She was definitely going to be sore, but worries of tomorrow were completely banished from her mind. Right now, the entire rest of the galaxy had melted away, all except for Rex. Her hair had come loose from her bun again, hanging around his face as she leaned over him, enclosing the two of them even further. She could see he was wound just as tightly as she was, his brows furrowed as he stared at where he was disappearing inside of her, a centimeter at a time. She gave a few rolls of her hips until she was seated fully in his lap, clenching around him in the dimly lit booth. Rexâs fingers were digging into her hips again, but his eyes were locked on hers, chest heaving as he kept himself in check.
Senna sat up, grinding herself against him. Her palms pressed against the wall behind his head, and her mouth fell open. She panted as she rolled her hips again, searching for the place inside her that would send her hurtling over the edge.
Rex hissed between clenched teeth, and she leaned further forward, allowing the top of her dress to slip downwards. He reached up, pulling it down to expose her breasts to him. The cerulean fabric pooled around Sennaâs waist as she shrugged out of the straps, and Rexâs eyes took her in with a reverence sheâd never seen from him.
âBeautiful,â he breathed.
Senna rolled her hips again, slowly at first until she was building a steady rhythm, fucking herself on Rexâs cock. He was silent aside from the occasional grunt and his labored breathing. It was everything sheâd imagined at night with her fingers buried in her cunt, all of it and more. Her mind was screaming that this was a one-time thing, all an act to keep the mission intact, but Senna wasnât sure how sheâd ever be satisfied again, not with how he was looking at her. The air between them had felt charged for weeks, and every stroke of his cock inside of her rippled through her like lightning, finally striking where she needed it most.
But she needed more. More of him. All of him. Anything less wouldnât be enough.
She gripped the back of the couch to give herself leverage, bringing her breasts closer to his face. He glanced up at her, and she nodded, her eyes silently pleading.
Touch me.
His palm cupped one of her breasts, giving it a gentle squeeze. She arched further into his touch.
âYes,â she whispered. âDonât stop.â
She kissed him again, her tongue slipping along his lower lip, and he groaned into her mouth. His fingers wrapped around her nipple, tugging lightly and she gasped.
âYou like that?â
âYes,â she whined.
He did it again, and her back arched in response. Rex growled, low and deep and throaty, and heat rushed between Sennaâs legs as the sound rumbled in her chest. Leaning forward, Rex took a nipple between his lips, suckling at it. Senna cradled the back of his head as he took the tender flesh between his teeth, gripping her other breast in his hand and rolling her nipple between his fingers.
âJ-just like that. Fuck. Donât stop.â
Senna fucked him harder than sheâd ever fucked anyone in her life. Sweat rolled down her neck, trickling between her breasts as she ground him against the place inside her that drove her wild. Rex chased the trails of perspiration between her breasts with his tongue, alternating between tasting her skin and marking her. Frantically, she adjusted, and the new angle sent Rexâs head tilting back against the edge of the couch, banging against the wall with a dull thud.
His hand left her breast, and she whined, but his fingers slipped back into her hair, pulling her forehead down to touch his again as he began bucking up to meet her thrusts.
âYes yes yes yes,â she chanted, beginning to bounce on his cock, and the grip on her hip tightened. Rex redoubled his efforts, guiding her up and down along his length as she desperately tried to ground herself in his eyes.
âLon. More. Please. Donât stop.â
âI wonât. I canât.â
The curtain opened and closed a few times, but neither of them seemed to care or notice. At one point, it remained slightly open, and a sliver of light fell across Rexâs face, illuminating the sheen of sweat that had broken out across his skin.
Heâs beautiful.
Senna felt drunk on him. She ground her clit against the patch of hair at the base of his cock before lifting herself off of him just enough to leave the head inside of her. She teased him for a moment, enjoying the feel of his member breaching her and then sliding back out before she dropped herself fully back down on him with a wet smacking sound. He whined in response, spurring her on, and she began riding him harder, willing to do anything to hear him make a sound like that again.
Weâre just playing a part. Weâre a married couple. Thatâs what this is. Weâre doing our jobs. This is our job. Right?
âRight there. Fuck. Right there, Valla.â
Senna maintained the angle, driving him against her inner walls as though her life depended on it. She was gasping against his ear as he held her close.
âRex, donât stop. Please donât stop. Fill me up. Fuck me. Rex please.â
She didnât even notice sheâd switched to his actual name until he gripped her tighter, pulling her close.
âSay it again,â he snarled. âSay my name like that.â
âLon. Please.â
He adjusted her so that their foreheads were pressed together again, his eyes burning into hers. âNo. Say my real name, Senna.â
Her heart fluttered and her cunt clenched at the way her name fell from her lips. She never wanted him to call her anything else again.
âSenna.â
Fuck.
She ground against him frantically, leaning forward to whine in his ear. âDonât stop, Rex. Please donât stop. Iâm so close. I want you to fill me.â
âYeah? You want me to fuck you until I coat your insides, Senna?â
âYes. Rex. Please. Fuck. I need it. I need you.â
He kissed her, and his hips stuttered. She felt him spurt and twitch within her, and that sent her hurtling over the edge, her head tipped backwards in a silent scream as he grunted, emptying himself into her. Her vision was obscured as it whited out, and for a moment, she wondered if she was about to wake up from a dream again and find herself alone in her bed. The feeling of a hand on her cheek, thumb stroking over the skin, brought her back down to Lothalâs surface, and when she opened her eyes, she found Rexâs brown ones staring up at her.
âWelcome back,â he whispered.
Senna had no response, only managing a dopey grin.
She laid her head on his shoulder as her bliss faded to a buzzing in her ears. She thought sheâd want to get up, be able to leave easily, but all she wanted was to feel the heat of his body against hers for a while longer. His cock slipped from her, and she adjusted to let him tuck himself away. His heart was pounding in his chest, and she laid still, listening to it slow until he finally looked down, brushing some hair out of her eyes.
You love him.
âWe should get back.â
Everything around Senna shattered.
What did you expect? We played the part. Did what we needed to do. Fooled everyone.
She stood hurriedly, pulling the dress back over her shoulders and finding some wipes to clean herself tucked into the booth. Rex stood, watching her for a moment. Senna tried to keep her face neutral as she offered him the wipes to clean himself off, turning her back as he accepted them. She felt suddenly self-conscious, as if this man hadnât been buried in her cunt five minutes ago.
Just an act.
âSenna-â
âLetâs go,â she whispered, turning to face him. She gave him a tight smile, trying desperately to keep her emotions at bay. He watched her for another half a beat before pushing the curtain aside for her. She stepped past him, her head still feeling fuzzy.
What just happened?
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A beautiful gift

A beautiful gift  Â
Fandom: Ikemen Villains
Pairing: Elbert x July
Part of : Ikemen Advent hosted by me and @candied-boys
Prompt : December 20 -Â OrnamentÂ
Tag:Â Established relationship Fluff
Word Count : 760
Authorâs Note: A shopping date become the perfect occasion for secrets to be revealed and reasurance made as he held her close proving yet once more than her worth is priceless to him exactly like the love they share together. đĽ°
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The streets of London were even more crowded than ever between avid customers and couples trolling leisurely around, they were no exception, mindless of the people gazing at them for their beauty, they perused the shops talking about everything and nothing, stopping to buy whatever caught their eyes.
Ever the careful lover Elbert noticed immediately Julyâs interest had been piqued when she approached the shopâs windows, noticing at a first glance the object of her desire among all the others, a smile dancing gracefully on his lips as he waltzed into the store with her in tow.
âDo you like that, July ?â
âYes.â
âMmm I see then this must be beautiful.âÂ
âWell I donât know about that.â
âI think ⌠everything you like is ⌠why did you think otherwise ?â
âBecause it is strange in comparison to what most people like.â
âBut you do it anyway donât you ?â
âYes ⌠I canât explain but I felt drawn to it.â
âWhy so ?â
âBecause I know that no one would buy a black haired doll.â
âI do.â
The cloud that until now had kept the light in her eyes hidden dispelled under the warmth of his answer, her smile glimmering so much to be able to outshine the sun that shily peered into the shop through the large window, while her tourmaline eyes shone with delight at the sight of Elbertâs elegant finger enclosing around the little doll on the shelf, gently brushing off the dust from her clothes with his sea blue eyes crinkled with affection dripping over the fond smile curling his lips as July tenderly adjusted the ribbon on her hat.
Minding nothing of the curious gazes of the shopâs staff at their whimsical shopping Elbert paid for it, before reaching to wrap his hand around hers a smile still on their lips as they boarded a carriage, finally able to relax after their walk he raised her small hand to his lips, brushing a light kiss on her knuckles, a gesture that moved her to the core he saw it in the way her chartreuse eyes took over an affectionate expression while a shy smile appeared on her rosy lips.
Until something else caught her eyes shining with excitement, July reached to take once more the doll he had so carefully bought for her from the bag, settling her down on her lap only to adjust an invisible crinkle in her dress, keeping her voice low as she spoke.
âYou see, I always admired the blonde curls and blue eyes of the porcelain dolls. They looked so beautiful ... I thought if I was like them I too would have been more beautiful.â
As he was handling precious gems of sorts Elbert carefully cupped Julyâs soft cheek in his hand, brushing his thumb on her lips before trailing to roll a raven ringlet of hers around his long index finger.
âI actually think you are far more beautiful like that.â
âWhy so ?â
âBecause you are unique.âÂ
His words surprised her so much that July had to gaze into his sea blue eyes and see for herself his honesty shining through before believing them.Â
It was weird, they both were, and what he told her was even more strange and yet she couldnât lie about the way his words warmed her to the core.
âYou are special, one of a kind ... and I was so lucky to have you. You are my special treasure.â
With a gentleness she was long used to Elbert wrapped his arms around Julyâs shorter form, making her giggle at the tender kisses he placed on her curls before looking back into her tourmaline eyes, smiling at the sight of them overflowing with affection.
âI love you so July you are my one and only precious little doll.â
âI love you too Elbie, you are my handsome knight.â
âI am pleased to see you think so highly of me.â
Elbert bent over to nuzzle into her neck smiling at her giggles provoked by the feather light kisses he began to pepper on Julyâs shoulder still covered under the thick velvet of her light green dress, before trailing on her face.
Reluctantly he pulled away only when they reached their palace, smiling like accomplices at the heavy sigh escaping Alfonsâs lips at the sight of the boxes full of objects they bought, still reeling on their excitation they spent the afternoon adorning their room with them, before collapsing on the bed snuggled to one another as they admired their work with a smile.
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Ever since I've stumbled on this shop on my way home that sells stickers, whenever I go little at school, i just always end up giving them out or pasting like;;; half of a pack cause little me is like "Stickers!! Stickers everywhere!!!" and would just want to give her friends cause friends deserve shiny cute stickers too!!
Anyways, it just got me thinking like. Emu. I feel like she would absolutely just have sheets and sheets of stickers sets too!! Lots and lots of her drawings have stickers on them and they're all colorful. She slaps them on every thing she owns, you know which are her things cause there's lots and lots of stickers on and she gives them to her other littles or if she's a cg she hands them out as rewards
Sorry if rambble-y, i really really love stickers;;; (I just bought some again earlier to give to my friends >:DDDD)
Oooo absolutely, that's adorable she so would! She buys those big books of hundreds of them or whole rolls just to end up using all of them within a week TwT they're just so amazing for arts and crafts and they're amazing gifts for her friends! Plus, they're colorful and sparkly, as the best things are!
A lot of her little gear is covered in them, like pacis or sippy cups, but they're more likely to end up on her clothes or on her face, much to the confusion of some of her cgs ("Won't they come off really easily that way? Feels a bit wasteful..." "Nn-nn, stickers are never a waste Nene-nee!"). She loves giving them to her fellow little ones or caregivers too, to show that they're amazing and she loves them so very much! Sometimes she'll even try to sneak them onto them, poor Tsukasa has woken up from naps covered in stickers before >m<
(Also she definitely does the thing where you stick the labels from fruit on your friends' foreheads, I don't make the rules)
And when she's a cg, they're the second best currency in showing that she loves her little guys! (The first is sweets, but she's gotten scolded for giving the smalls too many before >_<) She gets the kinds of ones teachers put on good assignments, to show how proud she is of her small ones! Good job on tying your shoes by yourself, or sharing, or just existing! Feeling sad? This t-rex says you're dino-mite! She also has plenty of gold star stickers, specifically for a certain little troupe leader of hers~
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