#lets play brawl stars

[erw1npinkytoe]

みなさんこんにちは！Brawl Starsというゲ��ムを始めたばかりですが、正直言ってこのゲームをとても楽しんでいます。XのTikTokで「sitetampo」という名前を見たのですが、みんなが彼をハンサムだと思っているので（私もハンサムだと思います）、私もBrawl Starsをプレイしたいです。私を追加したい場合は追加してください。私のユーザー名は「hyko_12」です。

[dimardos-asmr]

Brock and Fang with ASMR triggers in Brawl Stars 🐛 ASMR For Sleep [Intentional]

Шлангомет и Фэнг с АСМР триггерами в Brawl Stars 🐛 ASMR Для Сна

Fang and his friend Shlangometr are hanging out together in Brawl Stars. I will play this video in a whisper using special triggers for your relaxation. This video is for your sleep and tingling around your neck and head. 😴

Фэнг и его друг Шлангомет гуляют в Brawl Stars вместе. Все это видео я буду играть шепотом с применением специальных триггеров для вашего расслабления. Это видео для вашего сна и покалывания вокруг шеи и головы. 😴

[yourubersawcrit]

Hey chat, guess who I main :]

[chewysgummies]

I hate my stupid, flat lining fucking wifi bro

[wisegirl25]

Arcane High School AU Headcannons

Jinx

-Shows up to class once a week (forced to by Silco)

-Somehow has the best grades in almost every class (100 in science, 99 in tech, etc.)

-All the teachers hate her because she constantly breaks the dress code and makes fun of teachers when they try to discipline her

-Just doesn’t show up for detention

-She and Ekko graffitied the back wall of the school and everyone knows it was them but nobody can prove it

-Ignores Vi whenever she tries to talk to her

-Has BEEF with Caitlyn and pulls pranks on her through her locker

-Says she hates kids but she’s always babysitting Isha

-She and Ekko constantly bicker in the hallways so people thought they hated each other until someone caught them making out under a stairwell

-Gives people piercings in the bathroom (it is NOT sanitary at all

-Blasts punk rock and metal music through her headphones so loud she can’t hear anyone

-Is on the Robotics Team, does drama (but she only helps make the sets), and refuses to join anything else

-Nobody knows that she and Viktor are secretly super close-they argue like siblings

-Sells drugs behind the school but doesn’t really take them herself

Vi

-Has dated half the female population of the high school

-Has okay grades (b’s and c’s) but has the best grades in phys ed

-Will scream at you in PE if you don’t pass her the ball

-Annoys Caitlyn all class

-Plays cod mobile or brawl stars instead of doing her work

-Gives Jayce HORRIBLE dating advice (he thinks that because she has a gf she would have good ideas)

-Gets into fights like every other day

-Will punch you if you say anything bad about Jinx

-Threatened to beat up Ekko when he and Jinx started dating (he knew she would never)

-On every sports team ever

-Somehow is the only girl on the male football team

-Failing the one class she has with Jayce

Ekko

-Soundcloud rapper//Jinx helps him produce his music

-Skateboards to school

-Always fighting with Jinx to have the highest grades

-Gets pissed that she doesn’t even put in the work and still excels

-Also on Robotics, plays basketball but nobody has the heart to tell him he’s too short

-Volunteers at a food bank and a homeless shelter every week

-Gaslit Scar into thinking he hated Jinx for the entirety of their freshmen year

-When Scar found out they were childhood besties he was like what

-Ditched prom with Jinx and got happy meals at mcdonalds

-Art club

-Draws Jinx in his sketchbook but won’t let her see it

-Ditches school with Claggor sometimes

-Pretends to hate Caitlyn because Jinx does (bf duties) but lowkey ends up having fun with it

-“Adopts” the weird kids from all the younger grades and forms a little Ekko fanclub indirectly

Caitlyn

-Her mom is on the school board

-Was homeschooled by tutors most of her life until she convinced her parents to let her go to public school

-Straight A’s

-Student Council Vice-President (going to be President after Mel graduates)

-Does track and archery club

-Hated Vi when they first met but warmed up to her

-Tried to get along with Jinx for Vi’s sake until Jinx blew up her locker with a huge project in it and now she has beef with her

-Tries and fails to break up fights

-Breaks the rules but gets away with it because she’s sneaky about it (I hate when ppl make her a goody-two shoes like she wasn’t constantly undermining authority in the show)

-Doesn’t understand why Ekko hates her

-She introduced Jayce (her childhood friend) to Vi and has regretted the decision ever since

-Gossips with Mel in the bathroom

Jayce

-Co-president of robotics team

-Has all a’s in every class except the one class he has with Vi which he is failing

-Will ditch class to go annoy Caitlyn

-The teacher either love him or hate him no in between

-Tried to get onto Student Council to impress Mel

-Plays sports

-He will constantly argue either Ekko, Viktor, and Jinx during robotics

-Bi king can’t decide if he’s madly in love with Viktor or with Mel (ends up with Viktor tho)

-Somehow super popular even though he was a loser in middle school

Viktor

-Has been hopelessly crushing on Jayce since middle school

-Hits people with his cane

-Mostly quiet unless something he’s passionate about comes up

-He and Caitlyn get along really well and ditch Jayce and Vi whenever they start to act stupid to go gossip with Mel

-Secretly has a Youtube account with 100k subscribers but all he does on it are video essays and random rants

-Gets asked “are you gay?” every other week

-He is but he won’t admit it

-Robotics Co-President, Debate team, student council

-People don’t make fun of him because he will literally find ur address and somehow get the police at your door

-The Robotics club becomes his cult and the younger kids worship him

Mel

-Super popular

-Good grades

-Student council president

-Everyone is lowkey scared of her

-Sprays her vanilla coconut body mist everywhere

-Everyone knows her because her mom is some super famous politician

-President of the Debate Team

-Model UN

-Gossips in the bathroom

-Manipulates the teachers into getting her the grades she wants when she doesn’t wanna do the work

-Only dated Jayce for the popularity points and to piss off her mom

-Is lowkey queer but doesn’t know how to label herself so she just ignores it

-She’s really sweet if you actually get to know her and is the friend that buys everyone super expensive gifts

-Buys kids toys to give people she doesn’t like as gag gifts

Sorry it’s so long but I have more…

[merlincmgirl]

Group Sex - 501st x FReader - NSFW

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

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

Pairing: 501st x F!Reader

Word Count: 18,349

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kiss me, please?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think we’ve ruined her vods.”

“Good. She’s no one’s girl but ours.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rex had other ideas though.

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

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

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

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

“Stay with me?” you asked quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s perfect!”

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

[kryannoy]

stop im so excited for ur upcoming sitetampo content!! btw if u ever need ideas… maybe rivals to lovers where y/n is also a brawl stars e-sport player for one of the teams 🙂‍↕️ but thats just a thought😇 hope u have fun writing for him even if you havent known him for along time!!

-sitetampo anon🍥

genre: fluff

warnings: this kind of became friends to rivals to lovers, friendly rival-ish with sitetampo

a/n: i am having way too much fun

Let's say you are part of ZETA Division.

He was once a ZETA member but then he made his choice to join Crazy Raccoon and now, you guys became rivals.

In ZETA, he is a decent guy. Shy but fun to talk to. You saw his admirable skills and you have to admit it, a lot of times he has carried your team.

You have brawled against him for funsies/practice sometimes but never exactly brawled in a competition.

So, when it was a match between ZETA Division and Crazy Raccoon, you were quite nervous yet excited. You never thought a day would come where you and him brawled competitively to win the prize and the title of World Champions. It has always been you both winning together.

He made eye contact with you on the stage and he smiled. You were happy he didn't turn his back on you at all ever since he left ZETA. He still invited you in his lobby to play together.

Of course you return the smile.

And the match begins after you all have banned and chosen your characters.

With a few sets and scores, the results have finally revealed that Crazy Raccoon will be advancing to the finals.

You knew anyway, that he would definitely win and he was the MVP for the whole match. He was a formidable opponent and you really hate to admit that he's so good at the game that you felt like tears welling up for losing. And even more so to see Crazy Raccoon celebrating among themselves. Gosh, you aren't there. With him.

It was time to fist bump the opposing team and when it was to fist bump with Sitetampo, he saw your sad expression and immediately gave you a hug instead. But it was a short one, a few pats on the back and he moved on to your next team member to fist bump.

Backstage, he found you outside your waiting room.

"You did great out there," he says. He continues to cheer you up. But for you, his presence is enough. You missed that friendship of yours with him. It's not like it's gone, but in competitions, you both are rivals.

Years after years, you and him on stage are rivals. But off stage, you guys are best buds.

There have been times you won against him so you try to cheer him up like he did to you. But for him, he also doesn't need that. He already knows you're a formidable opponent and it was fun to brawl with you.

Days after the world's finals (and CR placing second), there is no way he's going to tell you this. But gosh, has he developed feelings towards you? But you're his friend and rival. Wouldn't it be awkward if both of you are dating yet rivals? And would you even accept his feelings?

Screw it, he'll shoot his shot. You never know.

After a celebration party you guys had and everyone's ready to leave, he stopped you. He asked if you had time and of course, you'd do anything to be with him.

Once he uttered his confession, your eyes widened. You couldn't believe what he said.

Your friend, your rival, the Sitetampo liked you back?

You couldn't hold back your joy and hugged him tightly. You feel his arms wrapped around your waist.

That night, he walked you to your hotel and he felt like he won.

[vampkittyxoxo]

HII i love your blog, i was hoping i could request draco x reader hcs (how he'd be as a bf and nsfw hcs because hes so hot im sorry) thanks!! 💕

Thank you!! Hehe I agree, Draco is like the hottest brawler (besides the loml Gray)

Gender wasn't specified, so neutral pronouns were used + varied headcanons dependent on gender

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Draco x reader - Romantic + NSFW headcanons

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Romantic

~ Although I already made a post about this, I'll add some new ones :)

~ Draco loves having nights where you two just sit in bed, turn on some music (even if it isn't his style... he will begrudgingly listen), and talk and laugh about the silliest things. Quality time!

~ He likes seeing you wear his performance outfit. He gets so flustered!

~ Draco probably loves playing games intended for kids on Roblox with you and gets sad when you don't want to play them. Like, what do you mean you don't want to play [NEW UPDATE!] SUPER SNAKE CLICKER [40M VISITS] ???

~ He bugs you nonstop to get you to try to play his guitar. If you don't know how to play, he'll teach you (as best as he can...), and if you do, Draco will be competitive about it-- always trying to one-up you and make himself seem like the better player (even if he isn't).

~ Draco loves scaring you at any opportunity he gets. Bonus points if you're a very jumpy person.

~ If you have stuffed animals, he will create backstories for all of them, give them names and personalities, all just to play with them for five minutes.

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NSFW

~ He's not very good at foreplay... Since he's so easy to turn on, he thinks it won't take much to get you going either. And if that's true, then he really is in luck. But otherwise, you may have to guide him and tell him to slow it down.

~ Draco is amazing at giving head, boy or girl. Just be careful, his canines are a little sharp. He adores feeling you squirm beneath him while he holds onto your legs.

~ He lovesss it when you give him head. He literally melts at the sight of you going down on him, even to the point he may let a whimper escape...

~ Draco just loves it when you call him 'Master'... I mean, he is the master of the dragons and whatnot. Call him that while he's going down on you and he'll have to resist every urge to fuck you right then and there.

~ He can get pretty rough, and if you’re into that he will make it amazing. If not, he’ll do everything to make sure you’re comfy.

~ As far as kinks go, I’d imagine stuff such as choking, knife play, perhaps some s/m as well (he likes receiving pain more than giving, like you scratching him, but also enjoys giving if that’s your thing).

~ He is primarily a top/dominant, but admittedly loves it when he’s submissive. Even if your fem-aligned, he has plenty of money to get a strap on.

~ Draco has a pretty decent stamina from jerking off every day as a teen. Around 15 minutes usually, but can go up to an hour before he’s crying and begging to finally finish.

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First actual post in a while! So sorry, life has been lifing… lots of college prep and a terrible situationship… at least I have brawl stars

[allieebobo]

Have some ideas rattling around in my head. Would be super interested to know what the general interest level is like for each. Please vote for your absolute favorite!

Cross posted to cog forums and reddit.

Descriptions below:

“City of Smoke and Shadows” is a gritty martial arts fantasy set in alternate-history 1930s Shanghai, with lush world-building, distinctive characters, and elaborate game mechanics for street brawls, action-packed duels, political scheming, relationship-building, and clan management.

There is an ancient, secret method of cultivating and roasting tea-leaves, cha, which allows it to be smoked in cigars, granting heightened awareness, martial prowess, and prophetic visions. European colonial powers, tired of buying expensive, processed cha from noble families in Shanghai, want the recipe. So do the Chinese disenfranchised lower and middle-class, who are no longer contented with letting cha remain in the hands of the privileged few—bootleg cha distributors have popped up like mushrooms.

You play as the youngest child of the Wu family, a clan that controls one-third of the cha trade in Shanghai. You’ve spent the past five years abroad, trying to distance yourself from your family’s bloody legacy… that is, until your brother’s murder drags you back to a fractured city you barely recognize.

In a world where loyalties shift like the wind, and personal vendettas collide with political ambitions, you’ll need to keep your friends close—and your enemies even closer. Violent revolution brews in the shadows, and colonial powers threaten to swallow the Empire whole.

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“Cyclopunk” is a compact, imaginative take on the survival-adventure genre. In a climate-ravaged, war-torn post-apocalyptic universe, you have lung cancer. Bike across bleak, desolate landscapes to the mythical Tri-domes for a supposed cure. The clock is ticking down, but the way to the Tri-Domes is perilous.

Pick from many possible branching routes—explore flooded scavenger cities, floating fishing settlements on swamplands, magnificent garden-domes set like jewels in barren deserts, and cave-dwelling colonies. Encounter colorful (and sometimes morally complicated) side quests, distinctive characters, new forms of flora and fauna along the way.

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“Golden Boot” is a modern slice-of-life episodic game where you start as a 6-year old who lives for football—slowly shape your character and your story—both on and off the pitch. Realize your dream of becoming a football legend step by step. From childhood training matches to cutthroat youth academies to a make-it-or-break-it Premier league debut to the biggest stage of all: electrifying World Cup, every decision you make will impact your rise to fame—or fall into obscurity.

Thrilling, high-octane football matches accompany a rich tapestry of scenes that make up the highs and lows of a football player, from falling in love, dealing with heated rivalries, buying your first house, or shaping your public persona. **Golden Boot** is about football—and so much more. It’s about coming-of-age, the people you meet along the way, and the things you’re willing to sacrifice for a dream.

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In "Silver Screen", step into the glamorous, glitzy world of 1950s Hollywood, where you play an actor or actress of colour striving for stardom in an industry that’s as much about politics as it is about performance. Divided into five acts, each representing a new film you’ve been picked to star in, you will navigate the challenges of the showbiz—starting from a complete unknown, dreaming of stardom.

As your career evolves, every choice you make—how you deliver your lines, your relationship with co-stars and directors and crew, your stance on social issues—can determine your future in Hollywood. Will you rise to become a beloved icon, carve out a niche as a critical darling, or fall into the trap of typecasting and scandal? Romance a fellow star, a politician, or a screenwriter-director. Build a family and legacy—while keeping your career intact in an industry that can make or break you overnight.

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In "Space Diner”, you play an ex-bootleg space smuggler who’s on the run from the authorities. Desperate to lay low, you stow away on what you think is a simple cargo ship—only to discover it’s a food truck operating across the farthest reaches of the galaxy. After the owner threatens to toss you out the airlock for your sneaky stowaway antics, you convince them to let you stay by claiming you’re a chef, and asking for a job—as someone who knows nothing about food preparation, you’ll need to fake it till you make it (and hopefully not poison anyone or burn down the space truck while you’re at it).

Learn the ins and outs of cooking, managing the space truck’s finances, navigating the galaxy, haggling for supplies at space ports, and caring for the exotic plants in the hydroponic garden so that there’s food to put on the table. Serve up delicious meals to all sorts of different alien customers from grumpy office workers to swashbuckling space adventurers, all with different ideas of what counts as ‘sustenance’. Experiment with new recipes, travel through asteroid fields, space stations, mining colonies, and wonderous new cities. Can you avoid capture, befriend the space truck owner, and become the most beloved space truck in the galaxy? Or will your past catch up with you…?

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__ (untitled) is a cozy fantasy take on the musical band genre. You’re in a band with your best friends: a cheerful orc bassist, a brooding elven drummer, and a charismatic dwarven keyboardist. Together, you’ll travel from tavern to tavern in a vibrant, medieval Japanese inspired world, performing for ever-growing crowds, honing your musical skills, and navigating the ups and downs of life on the road. Craft your own songs, choose your musical genre, and shape your band’s style while building meaningful relationships with the people you meet along the way.

Explore colorful towns, meet quirky locals, and unlock new opportunities as you become a rising star in the music scene. Whether you’re trying to break into the elite performance venues or just jamming in a humble village square, the music you create and the bonds you build will define your journey. Can your band make it big—or will the struggle for success tear your small ragtag crew apart?

[teaandjumpers]

ooooo i wish you would write a fic where obi-wan was the stoic bodyguard to bratty popstar anakin (or some other modern au equivalent of obi-wan brawling to keep anakin out of danger) 😋😋😋

This is probably not what you had in mind, anon, but this is what came out! (mind the tags) - - - -

Obikin Rock Star(ish) Au

Anakin rushed off the stage, sweat stinging his eyes and damp hair sticking to his skin. 

The crowd was still roaring behind him, adrenaline still pumping through his blood making his skin feel tight, restricting. 

He had been preparing to settle in for the night, a bowl of Top Ramen already spinning in the microwave, when Rex had called him asking him to fill in for Fives, his lead guitarist. Anakin didn’t play guitar anymore, especially not now at the tail-end of his undergrad degree, the projects and grad school applications piling up, but he owed Rex. 

And this was the big summer festival lineup; he knew what this gig meant to Rex and the band. So he dug out his electric guitar, wore his most threadbare band tee and a pair of faded torn jeans and got a ride to the venue. 

Ahsoka met him at the side entrance and ushered him through, twirling her drumsticks nervously. She had sent him the setlist earlier and he fingered the frets of his guitar in the backseat of the Uber, much to the annoyance of his driver. 

He knew the songs by heart—he’d helped write some of them back in the day, cringe-worthy, melodramatic lyrics that Cody, their lead singer, miraculously elevated.  

On stage, there were a few kinks with the first song, but they still worked well together, the four of them having played endless rotations across dozens of local haunts during their first two years of university before Fives showed up to take his spot as bassist.

By the second song, Anakin found that even his backing vocals weren’t as bad off as he had thought, his voice only breaking during the highest notes of “I Hate Sand.”

“Great work, Flogging Hogs,” said the handsome man with locs striding past them towards the stage. He was followed by a bald statuesque woman who was close on his heels, only turning to give Ahsoka an unimpressed look. 

“We’re the Hogging Flogs!” Ahsoka called out, but her words were swallowed by the eruption of cheers for the festival headliner, Republic’s Finest.  

They had always been too mainstream for Anakin, but his high school girlfriend always had their music playing in the background and had even tried to convince Anakin to go to one of their concerts with her. But he just couldn’t get into a band whose most popular track was a blues-rock-ballad called “Infinite Sadness” (even if it was from an earlier album before they truly found their sound). 

The band was a duo now, the former lead singer having left for the theater or something, leaving the other guy to take his place.

An assistant ushered them into the green room where a table of Gatorade and beer awaited them along with protein bars, bananas, and tubes of mini M&Ms. Anakin opted for the  Gatorade, chugging down half of it before realizing he’d left his guitar case in the wing of the stage. 

He rushed back through the narrow hallways, careful not to spill his drink as he dodged the many cables crisscrossing the floors backstage. 

Intent on not tripping over any wires, and still a little blissed out from an amazing show, Anakin completely missed the hulking figure that stood between him and his guitar case. He ran into the man, chest first, open bottle of Gatorade spilling between them, coating the expensive looking light-gray vest the other man was wearing. 

The man towered over Anakin, and his voice boomed despite the sound of the heavy blues-rock coming from the stage. 

“When did they start letting civilians backstage,” said the man, scowling at Anakin as he wiped the liquid off his chest with sharp brushes of his hand. 

“I’m with a band,” said Anakin defensively, regretting it immediately.

This man looked important. An agent maybe? Or some kind of studio head? He didn’t want to ruin the band’s reputation before they even made a name for themselves. Playing at a festival was huge, but it was a stepping stone for what the band really wanted—a gig as a long-term opening act for a big band. 

“A roadie,” Anakin lied, hoping he said it convincingly enough for the man to buy it. 

And it seemed that he did. His eyes took on a different glint, the annoyance turning into something predatory. 

“Give me your shirt,” he said, gesturing to his own clothes. “To clean up this mess.”

Anakin gaped at the man before turning to see if anyone near him had heard the man’s ridiculous request.

There were some sound technicians closer to the edge of the stage, but everyone else was huddled in small circles, determined to ignore the scene playing out in front of them. 

Begrudgingly and with heat prickling at his neck, Anakin peeled the shirt off his back, determinedly avoiding the other man’s gaze as he held the garment out to him. 

The man grabbed the shirt, but he didn’t use it to clean himself off. Instead, he threw it behind him while he advanced on Anakin, his eyes raking up his long frame appreciatively. 

"Have you ever thought of being something more than a technician," the man asked, voice close and low. 

Anakin shuddered away, looking back at the hallway that led to the green room. He didn’t want to bring this mess to the band, and he didn’t want to make a scene, but this creep kept advancing, pushing him into a dark, curtained corner. 

Just as the man brought a hand to his neck, a light accented voice rung out behind them. 

“I thought Quinlan banned you from our performances, Krell,” said the voice. 

The man, Krell, turned, revealing a shorter man with bright copper hair and a short well-kept beard. He had his arms crossed over his chest and was watching Krell with sharp, calculating eyes. 

“Did Broadway let you loose already, Kenobi?” Krell asked, his tone dripping with disdain. “Did they realize you were a hack all along.”

The man laughed in response, his head thrown back and teeth shining under the dim lights hanging overhead. 

“Not at all,” said Kenobi. “I’m just here to support the band.”

“Support them all you want,” said Krell, turning to face Anakin again, curling his palm around his neck.

“For fuck’s sake,” said Kenobi before squeezing between Anakin and Krell. He gripped the man’s forearm and pulled at it until Krell released his hold. 

“Leave before I call security,” said Kenobi, his tone cool and even. “And before I tell Asajj to post about this on her socials.”

The man sneered at him, holding Kenobi’s gaze for a long moment before turning and leaving in a huff. 

Kenobi turned to face Anakin, the ire in his voice now gone.

“If you’d like to file a report—” began Kenobi, his voice gentle, but Anakin shook his head in response. 

"I just want to get back to my band."

He rubbed at this neck, the same spot Krell had grabbed earlier. 

"You're with one of the bands?” asked Kenobi, his face lighting up. 

"Yeah," said Anakin. "Filling in for someone. We’re the—uh—the Hogging Flogs." His cheeks burned hot as he said the name.

"Ah, yes. I saw your name in the lineup. I’m also here filling in as you say. Well, more like making an appearance."

Anakin finally took a moment to really look at the man. While he was never a fan of their music, the cute frontman from Republic's Finest never slipped his notice, especially not when the man played such a prominent role in his queer awakening. Sure, the beard was new and he had a few grays, but he still had those same bright blue eyes that used to stare out at him from the posters pinned to Padme's walls. 

"Oh my god," he said. "You’re him. You’re the old frontman." 

The man’s eyebrows flew up at the word old. "I suppose I must seem old to an 18-year old."

"Twenty-two," said Anakin. 

"My girlfriend was obsessed with you," he continued. "Former girlfriend. I’m bi now. I was then, too. I just didn’t know it." 

Dear god, he was babbling. But the man didn’t seem to mind, his smile only growing wider the longer Anakin spoke. 

"And I’m Obi-Wan."

A sharp cheer erupted from the stage and there was a short lull before the man on stage, presumably Quinlan, started addressing the crowd. 

"And I have an appearance to make," he said, turning back to look at the stage. 

His eyes flicked across Anakin’s bare chest, and he bit his lip before removing the crewneck sweater he was wearing and handing it to Anakin. 

It was band merch—a Republic’s Finest sweater. Anakin hadn’t noticed the band’s logo until just then. 

“It was meant to be a joke,” said Obi-Wan. “But I think you need it more than I do.” 

"I can’t," said Anakin, attempting to return the sweater, but Obi-Wan pushed it back towards him, pressing the fabric against Anakin’s chest. 

“Keep it,” said Obi-Wan, already half way across the wing, ready to leap onto the stage. “Red’s not really my color, anyway!”

[luvrrgirl444]

chapter 20: girlboss and malewife

TWITTER, IRL!

“hi, my stars!” you said after you started the stream. you enjoyed streaming. you liked live interacting with your fans and how it was void of any editing.

“how are you guys?” you asked, looking at the chat.

rorymp4: better now that youre streaming

“aw, im flattered.”

xogopissgirl: UR SO PRETTY

“so are you, beautiful!”

slvtforconnie: GOOD WBY

“i’m great, thanks!”

flowergrrl: girl stop w the ‘special guest’ we know its eren 😒

you bit your lip to hide your smile, before jokingly rolling your eyes. “can y’all at least pretend to not know who it is?”

slvtforconnie: IS IT CONNIE???

peterparkersgf: dumb bitch she would not call connie a special guest

stupidvbtch: ITS EREN ISNT IT????

“as you all know, i have a special guest today. a lot of you already know who it is.” you rolled your eyes. “introducing the one and only, photography guy!”

eren let out an airy chuckle and sighed. “oh god, do not call me that. but, hello everybody. i was forced to be here.”

“yeah, he’s actually my hostage. you can’t see it, but his arms are handcuffed to the chair so he can’t leave.”

eren mouthed “help me.” to the camera, making you laugh.

“anyways. today we’re gonna play roblox, because this man has never played before. can you believe that?”

cartisimp77: who the fuck has never played roblox before

“literally what i said.”

“okay, chat what should we play first?”

sailormoonz: PLAY DA HOOD

user50: YES PLAY DA HOOD

“they’re saying da hood. you wanna play?”

“i have no idea what that is but yes.”

rorymp4: bro erens gonna get his ass killed

you laughed, putting your hand up to cover your smile.

eren looked over at you with suspicion. “what are they saying? why are you laughing?”

you pointed to the screen that was filled with the live comments from your viewers, making him look over.

user101: stop he’s so hot

slvtforconnie: might have to change my username bc omg..

peterparkersgf: YN GIRL U WON

user03: i want him to **** me until i *** all over his ****

“i want him to.. blank.. me until i ..blank.. all over his ..blank..” eren read out, his eyes slowly widening.

“wow, um. i will not be doing that, unfortunately , but um. i’m flattered?” he looked over at you.

“why are they all just like you?”

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you were now both in a da hood server, immediately being greeted with the sounds of gunshots.

“i thought this was a kids game. what’s going on?”

he walked around and found people fighting and shooting.

“what the fuck is happening?” he shouted.

“eren, where the fuck are you?”

“i don’t know! there’s a literal brawl going on, what the fuck?” he tried to run away, before someone hit him with a knife.

“im being assaulted, y/n where are you?”

you looked at his screen before laughing at the sight. “i’m coming, calm down.”

“how do i defend myself? i don’t want to die,”

“press e!”

he stomped the person and attempted to run away.

“don’t worry, daddy’s home.” you said, as you took out one of your guns and shot at the player. after killing the person, you picked up eren and ran.

“why are you carrying me?” he laughed.

munkin4life: #breakinggendernorms

milesmoralesgffr: girlboss and malewife

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HII !! I dont think I've requested yet but I LOVE ur writing and was hoping for some 8bit x fem reader headcanons OR VIRUS 8BIT X FEM READER HEADCANONS! THE CHOICE IS URS I JUST LOVE YOUR WORK SM !! ^.^

8-BIT DATING HEADCANONS

✧.*

•Guys I’m stepping into unknown territory, I got back into this game since like 2023 late Decembers and I’m pretty sure I missed so much stuff correlating to 8-bit or even any brawler’s lore since I used to play this game since like 2020 so if there are any key details I’ve missed about his character IM SO SORRY LIKE IM GENUINELY ASHAMED OF MYSELF TOO BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO DISAPPOINT THE FANS WHO ARE GENUINELY HUGE NERDS ABOUT THIS BRAWLER if you have any like canon information about it or if there’s a site that contains lore about Brawl Stars and it’s characters, in general, please tell me. I’m desperate, my sister is helping me with a piece of stone and rock and using our cavemen brains together. But enough about my silly ranting, let’s begin!

•8-bit, 8-bit, 8-bit, ha, what an interesting robot to date since it’s an arcade machine. I mean imagine if you go to an arcade and just see someone being affectionate with one of these things? Pretty weird, huh? But unlike them, 8-bit is actually alive, and in Brawl Stars anything could happen since it’s fiction! Oh, wonderful!

•It has mad anger issues, do I even have to say it aloud? (Some of their things have some sort of reference that leads to being somewhat negative or aggressive like in that animation with the CCTV animation and such; even his design has some cool details with both the skull on its thing and that big X on its back but whatever!) Sometimes I like to think it can get easily annoyed and just grab out its pistols and just shoot at the thing that angered them but if it’s you, they will just warn you pretty aggressively.

•BUT!!! Don’t worry, it goes to… therapy!! I know I was pretty surprised about this too but during your relationship, it does visit a therapist to sort out its behavioral problems which is awesome! So if you notice them resisting the urge to blow up then you know they’re slowly improving out it's anger issues!

•Do you think they have a general dislike of humans in general? I think it does, the only people they can tolerate pretty well are Brock, maybe some other brawlers like Pam, and you! I just think they're neutral about robots as they don’t irritate it as much as humans do. But still, if you ever see it glaring at people especially in the age ranges of a kid to teens, just know it despises them.

•OOHH! It’s so awkward hugging this big blocky dude because of their shape and size! They’re so blocky and it will be so funny if you have to maneuver around just so you could have the perfect hug! They’re probably going to be confused too.

•I like to think it doesn’t enjoy being touched. I don’t know but I like to correlate the hating humans headcanon to the fact that the reason why it doesn’t like to be touched is because of its players! They hate it when the person’s grubby hands are on the controllers, aggressively tapping and beating up the poor dude so I could see how it would grow to dislike just the simplest touch. Obviously, it isn’t going to push and then shoot you if your fingers accidentally touch them. No, they’re surprisingly a brawler who has both great and little patience if you get me. I feel like he’s able to let his loved ones touch them even though they’re not the greatest fans. AHHH IT COULD BE SUCH A SOFTIE TO THEIR LOVER TOO WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT IT! UGHH

•8-bit’s love language is quality time. I like to imagine it enjoys spending time with their lover and doing whatever they want to do even though they suck booty! The only exception is when they have to move their legs.

•Speaking about it, They’re such a slow walker that it doesn’t even want to walk anymore for most days. They literally loathe it and you have to be such a patient person if you want to do any moving activities with them.

•Heh, another robot brawler you know what that means!!! RAHHHH ITS GOING TO BE THE FIRST CLUELESS ABOUT LOVE!! I genuinely love this headcanon and would almost apply this to every robot brawler. I don’t know. I cannot imagine a robot’s first programming to love people and that includes the arcade machine we love! I feel like they would generally get it faster though due to the lovey-dovey couple it’s been exposed to during its times of being an inanimate object.

•Can you also imagine it tried to mimic them like one time but that made both you and it uncomfortable so it doesn't do it ever again. Hehe silly billy!

•8-bit does not kiss, he literally doesn’t have lips. I could just imagine a replacement with that would be hand-holding. (If you kiss him, he gets a bit of a tingly, statiky feeling).

•OMG whenever they get flustered which is like barely like their whole face turns red and then like this some sort of pop-up appears that its system is being heated and that it needs to cool down or something and you can see smoke coming out of their body like a smoking hazard.

•The majority says that 8-bit will allow you to play their super hard, brutal game but personally it’s like a maybe especially since it lost the controller and the fact it HATES its players. It may be hesitant to let you play on it. But you know what they’re honestly fine with you playing on other arcade machines. They may be very very good at it, like they know the cheat codes and the super epic strategies that pros use or they will be dogwater. (I prefer the first one but honestly, it just depends on whatever you think it’s true!)

•Relating to its controller it lost, do you think they still mope about it once in a while? Like I could imagine it one day grumbling about the fact they lost it and you know those wasps that can clearly remember someone’s face and have photogenic memory? I could see 8-bit remembering the exact person who does it and can even accurately describe them and it would make them pay for it if they ever stumble upon them again.

•Can you imagine 8-bit easily having grudges and it’s hard to let them go? That could also be another behavioral problem that they’re fixing with his therapist. Like, imagine if you had a fight with them, and for like the aftermath of the fight it was kinda cold with you. I think they’re trying to forgive others easily, especially their loved ones.

•At first in the relationship it has the most NPC dialogue for an arcade machine. I could see them struggling to say regular words that humans would use for conversation since it’s so used to saying what it’s always programmed to say when a player wins, loses, and more but as you dated them and the months passed, their vocabulary would increase and it would have been having regular and normal conversations with you even though from time to time it would resort saying back to “Player one” and such.

• He isn’t a huge talker but that one moment where they could properly express what it has been feeling for years was so refreshing for him! That was probably the longest he ever talked and it will be so funny if he speaks about his journey of his motherboard exploding or whatever mind-blowing and crazy in a nonchalant tone of voice and you have to stare at him like WHATT??!! Could you imagine them spilling out what was on their mind for years?? CAN YOU SEE IT PLEASE??

•It can make the cutest facial expressions for someone like them. They’re actually very expressive?? (My favorites from them are UwU and 0_0) Can you imagine it being silly and wonder if someone hacked them even though it can be like that on certain days.

•Wait just as its vocabulary increases do you think its personality develops too? It will be really interesting but I don’t really know how I could see it being more relaxed and would smile often but I don’t know.

•8-bit can actually use both of its hands, I think it’s called ambidextrous. I could imagine it using both of its guns but as you know, it can’t so now it uses these magic hands to do productive things.

•You know how it can make words on its screen to make facial expressions, imagine if it ever gets grumpy it just doesn’t speak to you and instead it would write it out like [this] (Imagine the bracket keys being the screen)...

•8-bit is a geek about games and would make references about it that nobody understands except the hardcore nerds, specifically and especially the old-school games. In addition, can you imagine it being a technology nerd as well?

•I could see it as someone who’s very defensive and protective. I could just imagine them shielding you in a protective stance with their gun out…

•Also it will be super funny if they shut off randomly and then like you have to insert coins in order for them to continue “life” Otherwise they will be shut down unless someone decides to play them. So imagine just you holding spare coins just in case it ever happens or just forcing multiple coins onto their slot so they can stay alive for as long as they can.

•They are a cool. Yep, a cool arcade machine!!

GUYS I DONT KNOW IF ITS LIKE SOMEWHAT REALISTIC I GENUINELY HAVE NO IFEA ABOUT 8-BIT BUT WHOEVER REQUESTED ME THAT THANK YOU SO MUCH AND I HOPE YOU DONT HATE ME BECASUD OF THIS

ALSO I LITTERALY PUT 8-BITS PRONOUNS AS HE/HIM BEFORE I REALIZED IT WASNT LIKE THAG IN ITS STUPID DESCRIPTION SO I HAD TO CHANGE ALL OF THAT INTO IT/THEY/THEM/THEIR AND IT WAS SO ANNOYING BECUASE I WAS ALREADY AT 1200+ WORDS !! (҂` ﾛ ´)︻デ═一 ANYWAYS HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Possession: a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley x Jimmy Uso fanfic.

Chapter 14: Ride by Somo..

Rhea stormed back to Roman’s tour bus, her boots thudding heavily against the concrete. The adrenaline from her backstage outburst hadn’t worn off, and her mood was still smoldering. She swung open the door to the tour bus and found Jimmy and Roman sitting inside, both leaning back as if they’d been waiting for her.

Jimmy leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “So? What’d they say?”

Rhea dropped into one of the seats, letting out a frustrated sigh. “They told me to cool it with the vulgar language.” She ran a hand through her hair, shaking her head. “Like that’s the problem.”

Roman raised an eyebrow. “Well, it kinda is. You can’t just go around threatening half the roster and cussing on live TV.”

Rhea shot him a glare. “Don’t start, Joe. Tiffany’s the one who took it too far. Did you hear what she said to me? That’s not scripted heat—that’s personal.”

Jimmy crossed his arms. “Yeah, we heard. The crowd was eating it up, though. It’s messy as hell, but it’s working.”

“That’s not the point!” Rhea snapped, sitting up straighter. “I’m not just some pawn they can use to air out my personal life for ratings. They’ve already turned my life into a soap opera, and now I’ve got to work with her.”

Roman’s expression softened slightly. “I get it. But this is the business, Rhea. You know that better than anyone. Sometimes you’ve got to take the punches and roll with it.”

She scoffed. “Yeah, easy for you to say. No one’s dragging your name through the mud or making a joke out of your relationships.”

Jimmy shrugged. “True, but you’re the one out there proving you can handle it. You’re stealing the show. Hell, tonight’s segment is already trending.”

Rhea’s jaw clenched. “I don’t care about trends. I care about respect. And Tiffany? She doesn’t respect me. She thinks she can just say whatever she wants and get away with it.”

Roman leaned back, his arms crossed. “Then make her respect you. But do it smart, Rhea. You’ve got all the momentum right now. Don’t let her get under your skin and make you lose focus.”

Rhea leaned her head back against the seat, staring at the ceiling. She hated to admit it, but Roman had a point. “Fine,” she muttered. “I’ll try to keep it together. But if she steps out of line again—”

Jimmy smirked. “We’ll be ready.”

Roman stood up and clapped her on the shoulder. “Good. Now take a minute and cool off. We’ve got the rest of the night to deal with.”

Rhea nodded, closing her eyes as they let her be. She might have agreed to play by the rules, but deep down, she knew the next time she and Tiffany crossed paths, all bets would be off.

Little did she know.. all bets had already been off…

—

SNME: San Antonio, TX January 25, 2025

Rhea tightened the laces on her boots, her movements methodical, her mind razor-sharp. Jimmy’s steady hands adjusted the collar of her leather jacket, ensuring everything was in place. Roman stood nearby, his arms folded, his eyes scanning them both with quiet intensity.

The past month had been a whirlwind, both on-screen and off. The rivalry between Rhea and Tiffany had become the must-see storyline, eclipsing everything else in WWE. The explosive segments, backstage brawls, and unpredictable encounters had cemented Rhea as a bona fide megastar. Her relentless pursuit of Tiffany, Ms. Money in the Bank, across RAW and SmackDown kept fans buzzing, and her star had risen to unprecedented heights, even rivaling Roman himself.

All the while, the feud between the Elevated Bloodline—Roman, Jimmy, and Rhea—and the remnants of the old Bloodline had grown more personal and vicious. Lines had been drawn, sides taken. Tiffany had thrown her lot in with Solo, Jacob, Tonga and Tama, becoming their smug, untouchable prize. It was clear they’d do anything to protect her.

Now, at Saturday Night’s Main Event, the tension had reached its peak. The long-awaited 3-on-5 handicap match was about to unfold.

Rhea stood and rolled her shoulders, her jacket shifting with the motion. Jimmy took a step back, giving her a once-over. “You good?”

She glanced at him, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Always.”

Roman’s voice cut through the tension, calm and commanding. “Tonight isn’t just another match. It’s a statement. We’re not just here to win; we’re here to end this.”

Rhea met his gaze, the fire in her eyes matching his intensity. “They started this. We finish it.”

The door opened, and a stagehand peeked in. “Five minutes.”

Roman nodded, then turned to Jimmy and Rhea. “Let’s go. Time to remind everyone why we run this.”

The three of them made their way toward the entrance curtain, their steps in sync, their presence magnetic. The energy of the crowd was palpable, their anticipation like a living thing.

Rhea didn’t need to look back; she could feel the weight of everything that had led to this moment—the betrayal, the anger, the fights, and the losses.

Jey hadn’t contacted her, and she hadn’t reached out either. The silence between them was deafening, but it didn’t matter anymore. There was no going back, no mending what had been shattered.

This was about personal grievances. It was also about dominance, about proving who truly controlled the narrative in WWE.

The familiar beat of Roman’s music hit, and the crowd erupted, their deafening roar echoing through the arena.

Tonight wasn’t just about settling scores.

It was about making history.

—

Michael Cole: “Ladies and gentlemen, this is it—the highly anticipated 3-on-5 handicap match between the Elevated Bloodline and the Old Bloodline! The stakes couldn’t be higher!”

Pat McAfee: “This is gonna be a straight-up war, Cole. You’ve got the biggest egos, the most dangerous forces, and a whole lot of bad blood!”

Michael Cole: “Speaking of the Elevated Bloodline, here comes the Tribal Chief’s music!”

Roman Reigns’ iconic theme hits, and the crowd roars. The camera pans to the stage as Jimmy Uso and Rhea Ripley step out first. Rhea, dressed in her black leather jacket and her Mixed Tag Team Championship belt around her waist, looks intense as ever. Jimmy walks beside her, his expression focused, his belt on his waist as well.

Pat McAfee: “Cole, look at them—walking like they own the entire damn arena!”

Michael Cole: “This is the most unified we’ve ever seen Rhea, Jimmy, and Roman. They’ve had enough of the Old Bloodline, and tonight they’re here to put an end to it!”

Jimmy and Rhea pause at the top of the ramp, turning back toward the entrance. The crowd’s volume spikes as Roman steps out, his stoic face radiating dominance. The trio stands together, soaking in the energy before beginning their slow, deliberate walk to the ring.

Pat McAfee: “This is a sight to behold, Cole. You’ve got Jimmy Uso, the technical high flyer, Rhea Ripley, the Eradicator, and Roman Reigns, the Original Tribal Chief himself. What a power trio!”

In the ring, Tiffany Stratton paces back and forth, grinning with malicious excitement. Solo Sikoa, Jacob Fatu, Tama Tonga, and Tonga Loa stand behind the ropes, their eyes locked on the Elevated Bloodline.

Michael Cole: “Tiffany Stratton is chomping at the bit to finally get her hands on Rhea Ripley, but let’s not forget the Old Bloodline standing behind her. This is as stacked as it gets!”

The Elevated Bloodline reaches ringside. Jimmy climbs onto the apron and holds the ropes open for Rhea. She steps into the ring, her eyes never leaving Tiffany. Roman finally enters, taking his time as the crowd showers them with a mix of cheers and boos. The energy is electric.

Lilian Garcia stands in the center, microphone in hand, ready to announce the competitors. But just as she begins, the crowd buzzes with confusion as a familiar voice cuts through the arena.

Paul Heyman: “Ladies and gentlemen!”

Michael Cole: “Wait a minute! That’s Paul Heyman! Roman Reigns’ Wiseman!”

Pat McAfee: “What the hell is Paul doing out here? This just got even more interesting!”

The camera pans to the stage where Paul Heyman walks out, holding a microphone and wearing his signature smug grin.

Paul Heyman: “Lilian, sweetheart, I’m sorry to interrupt your wonderful introductions, but this match—3-on-5? Now that doesn’t seem very fair, does it?”

The crowd erupts in cheers, sensing something big is about to happen.

Paul Heyman: “Rhea, darling, you thought you didn’t have any more friends? You thought you were alone in this fight? Oh no, my dear… you still have allies. Gentlemen, would you do the honors?”

The arena goes dark for a moment before the familiar beat of Damian Priest’s music hits. The crowd explodes as Damian Priest, Dominik Mysterio, and the Women’s World Champion Liv Morgan step onto the stage.

Michael Cole: “What?! Are you kidding me?! Damian Priest, Dominik Mysterio, and Liv Morgan are here!”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, this is HUGE! Is this a reunion? An alliance? What’s going on?!”

Damian Priest strides down the ramp, shaking Paul Heyman’s hand as Dominik and Liv follow close behind. The Judgment Day trio enters the ring, tension thick in the air as they approach the Elevated Bloodline.

Damian steps forward, locking eyes with Roman Reigns. For a moment, the arena slightly becomes silent as the two leaders stare each other down. Then, Damian extends his hand. Roman looks at it, then slowly shakes it. The crowd goes wild.

Michael Cole: “An alliance has been formed! The Judgment Day and the Elevated Bloodline—this changes EVERYTHING!”

Dominik shakes hands with Jimmy, and Liv nods at Rhea with a smirk before sliding out of the ring. Damian and Dominik then turn to Rhea. For a split second, there’s hesitation, but then they step forward and hug her tightly.

Pat McAfee: “Cole, this is unreal! Rhea Ripley has reunited with the Judgment Day, and now they’re standing united with the Elevated Bloodline!”

The camera captures the image of Rhea, Jimmy, Roman, Damian, and Dominik standing tall in the ring, their alliance signaling a seismic shift in WWE. The Old Bloodline watches from across the ring, their confidence visibly shaken.

Michael Cole: “What was supposed to be a 3-on-5 mismatch has just become a battle of titans! The Elevated Bloodline and the Judgment Day are united, and this war just got a whole lot more interesting!”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, I’ve got goosebumps! Saturday Night’s Main Event just became a night no one will EVER forget!”

The tension in the air is palpable as the Saturday Night’s Main Event reaches its boiling point. The audience is on the edge of their seats, knowing that the conclusion of this match will shift the landscape of WWE forever. The match is a chaotic frenzy, with the Elevated Bloodline and the Old Bloodline locked in a brutal battle, and everything is on the line.

Michael Cole: “Ladies and gentlemen, we are nearing the end of what has been an all-out war! Bodies have been broken, and all competitors are giving everything they have left. Who will come out on top in this epic contest?”

Pat McAfee: “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like this, Cole. Every member of these factions is exhausted—this is madness!”

The match is at its breaking point. All competitors are either knocked out or desperately fighting with each other, trying to gain any shred of advantage. The action is relentless as each faction attempts to assert their dominance.

First, Dominik is taken out by Tama, leaving the Judgment Day stunned. Then, Tama falls after a brutal exchange with Roman. Jacob Fatu soon follows, knocked out cold by a superkick from Jimmy. The Elevated Bloodline’s numbers continue to dwindle as Roman succumbs to a devastating spear from Solo, leaving him out of the equation.

Next, Damian Priest is knocked out by a chairshot from Tonga Loa. Finally, Solo and Tonga are taken out by a combination of double super kicks from Rhea and Jimmy, but not with Jimmy getting pulled from Jacob and getting thrown into floor. Jacob brutally strikes Jimmy, leaving just Rhea and Tiffany standing in the ring.

Michael Cole: “This is it! It’s down to Tiffany and Rhea—these two women are about to decide the fate of their respective factions!”

Pat McAfee: “They’ve been through hell tonight, Cole! And they are still standing!”

The crowd roars as Rhea Ripley and Tiffany Stratton exchange fierce blows, each one desperate for the win. The intensity is unbearable as the two women battle it out in the center of the ring. Suddenly, in the heat of the scuffle, the referee is inadvertently knocked out, collapsing to the mat.

Michael Cole: “The referee is down! This could be disastrous for both women!”

Rhea unaware that ref has been knocked out, gets her second wind. She hits Tiffany with the Riptide, delivering the crushing blow that could end the match. The crowd erupts in excitement, anticipating a clean pinfall victory.

But as Rhea moves to pin Tiffany, the crowd gasps—another referee runs down the ramp, ready to take over. The new official slides into the ring, and the count begins. One… two… and then, suddenly, the referee halts the count at the two-count.

Michael Cole: “What in the world? The count stopped! Why did the referee stop the count?”

The crowd falls silent, the tension thick in the air. The unknown referee pulls down their mask, revealing a familiar face—Jey. The shock waves ripple through the arena as Rhea’s eyes widen in disbelief.

Pat McAfee: “Jey Uso?! What is he doing here?!”

Rhea, frozen in shock, stares at Jey, trying to process what just happened. Jey, without a single emotion on his face, signals the end of the match, declaring it a disqualification. Rhea’s heart sinks as she watches him get out of the ring and begin walking up the ramp, leaving her standing in the ring in complete shock.

Michael Cole: “Jey Uso just called for a disqualification! What is going on here? This match has been completely thrown into chaos!”

Pat McAfee: “This is madness, Cole! Jey’s actions have left us all questioning everything!”

Jimmy rushes to Rhea’s side, concern written all over his face. He looks on at his brother as he walks up the ramp, Jey sports this unusual stoic expression. Rhea stands in the center of the ring, visibly shaken, tears streaming down her face. She can’t fathom what just happened.

As Rhea is left stunned, Dominik, Damian, Roman, and Liv all make their way to the ring, having been recovered from each devastatingly blow, except for Liv of course, joining Rhea in a show of unity. The Judgment Day and Elevated Bloodline stand together, still unsure of what to make of Jey’s involvement.

Michael Cole: “Jey Uso’s actions have left everyone here in a state of confusion. What does this mean for Rhea, for Jimmy, for Roman, for the factions?”

Pat McAfee: “There are more questions than answers, Cole. But what we do know is that this match is over, and nothing was resolved.”

Michael Cole: “And now, Tiffany Stratton, still reeling from the Riptide, is being pulled away by the Old Bloodline. And look at this—there’s a tense stare down between the Old Bloodline, the Elevated Bloodline, and the Judgment Day! These factions are on the verge of an all-out war!”

Pat McAfee: “The tensions couldn’t be higher, Cole! The future of WWE could be shaped by what happens here tonight, and I don’t think anyone knows how this is going to play out!”

With the Old Bloodline escorting Tiffany Stratton up the ramp, they lock eyes with the Elevated Bloodline and Judgment Day. The stare down is cold and intense, signaling that the animosity between these factions is far from over.

Michael Cole: “The match may be over, but this war is far from finished. I have no idea where things go from here, Pat.”

As the camera lingers on Rhea’s broken, emotional face, it’s clear that the battle is not over. The unresolved tension and the uncertainty surrounding Jey’s actions are only the beginning of a much larger storm that’s about to unfold.

Pat McAfee: “You said it, Cole. We are just getting started, and I don’t know what’s going to happen next!”

The scene fades to black, the uncertainty hanging in the air, leaving the audience eagerly awaiting what comes next in this explosive rivalry.

—

Rhea stormed into the locker room, her emotions barely in check. Jimmy and Roman followed close behind, their own frustration evident. But the sight of Hunter sitting calmly in the middle of the room ignited something in Rhea.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” she shouted, her voice cutting through the silence, her breathing was uneven, her fists clenched and she looked like she about died of anger.

Hunter leaned back slightly, his expression calm but measured. “Rhea, I know you’re upset—”

“Upset?” she interrupted, her voice sharp and filled with venom. “He’s supposed to be on leave for another two months, Hunter! Two months! He had a shoulder injury!”

Hunter sighed, running a hand over his face. “Which he got cleared for by the doctors.”

“So, you just allowed him to come back?” Rhea snapped, her anger intensifying. “Without telling any of us? Without warning me?!”

“Rhea,” Hunter said firmly, “I’ve always said this was your storyline.”

She laughed bitterly, a hollow, mocking sound. “Really? Because it sure as hell doesn’t feel like it! What it feels like is that you let my ex-boyfriend, who publicly humiliated me, come back just to fuck up everything we’ve built!”

Hunter opened his mouth to respond, but Rhea pressed on, her voice rising. “I’ve been fucking up Tiffany left and right for a whole month—building this feud, getting people invested—and tonight? Tonight was supposed to be the payoff! You said we were going to win!”

“I know what I said,” Hunter replied, his voice growing firmer, but Rhea wasn’t backing down.

“No, you don’t!” she shot back, her voice cracking slightly from the sheer intensity of her emotions. “Because if you did, you wouldn’t have killed my momentum, or Jimmy’s, or Roman’s! You just handed everything over to Jey like it was some big fucking plot twist. Well, congrats, Hunter—you’ve turned my life into a goddamn soap opera!”

“You have to trust me on this,” Hunter said, his tone resolute, but his eyes betrayed a hint of guilt.

Roman, who had been silent up to this point, finally spoke, his deep voice cutting through the tension. “My character arc will not participate in this whole real-life drama, Hunter. I’m telling you that right now. You told me it was only going to be temporary and that’s it.”

Hunter looked at Roman, his expression hardening. “All of you are involved now. There’s no turning back.”

Rhea’s breathing quickened, her emotions spiraling as tears welled up in her eyes. She turned away, trying to compose herself, but the words spilled out anyway. “This is my life, Hunter,” she said, her voice trembling. “Jey cheated on me with Tiffany our whole relationship, and she—she gets pregnant and then has an abortion just so she can keep wrestling. And now you want me to continue to work with her? To work with him? Hunter, this is my fucking life.”

Hunter’s face softened for a moment, but his response was cold and detached. “Rhea… this really is just business.”

That was the breaking point. Rhea grabbed her bag without another word and stormed out of the locker room, slamming the door behind her.

Jimmy immediately moved to follow, his protective instincts kicking in. Roman stopped him briefly. “Make sure she gets to the tour bus,” he said quietly, his tone firm.

Jimmy nodded, grabbing his own bag before quickly heading after Rhea.

Once they were alone, Roman turned back to Hunter, his imposing presence filling the room. He crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing as he fixed Hunter with an icy stare. “Let’s talk,” Roman said, his voice low and dangerous. “Businessman to businessman.”

Hunter swallowed hard, sitting up straighter. He knew Roman wasn’t the type to mince words. Whatever was coming next would be a reckoning.

—

Rhea’s pace was frantic as she stormed toward the tour bus, her wrestling boots hitting the pavement with sharp, angry thuds. Jimmy followed closely behind, struggling to keep up with her long strides and the emotional whirlwind trailing in her wake.

She reached the bus, yanked the door open, and climbed in without hesitation, leaving the door open behind her. Jimmy arrived a few seconds later, slightly out of breath. He climbed in but froze in his tracks at the sight before him.

Rhea was on the floor, her knees pulled to her chest, her shoulders shaking with uncontrollable sobs. She didn’t even look up as he stepped inside.

“Rhea…” Jimmy said softly, his voice laced with concern. He closed the door gently behind him, shutting out the rest of the world.

Rhea’s voice was raw and broken when she finally spoke. “Why did he have to cheat on me?” she asked, her words tumbling out between sobs. “Why couldn’t he have just left me alone?”

Jimmy knelt down beside her, his heart aching at the sight of her pain. He reached out to hold her, but she pushed him away, her hand shoving at his chest with surprising force.

“I’m disgusted,” she spat, tears streaming down her face. “Disgusted that I even kissed you in the first place.”

Jimmy flinched at her words but kept his expression neutral, knowing she was lashing out in her pain. “You don’t mean that,” he said quietly.

Rhea looked at him, her eyes red and brimming with tears. “You all knew Jey cheated on me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of heartbreak and anger.

Jimmy stayed silent, his jaw tightening. He didn’t know how to respond, and the truth hung heavy between them.

Rhea broke down again, her cries filling the bus as she buried her face in her hands. Jimmy hesitated for a moment before trying again to reach out to her. This time, she didn’t push him away.

He wrapped his arms around her tightly, holding her against his chest as she cried. She didn’t resist, her sobs muffled against him. Jimmy rested his chin on the top of her head, his own eyes stinging with emotion.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “For everything.”

Rhea didn’t respond, but she clung to him, her tears soaking his shirt as her pain poured out in waves. Jimmy held her like that for what felt like an eternity, silently vowing to be there for her no matter how messy things got.

Jimmy carefully lifted Rhea off the floor, her weight light in his arms despite the emotional heaviness that seemed to cling to her. She didn't resist, letting herself be cradled as if the fight had drained completely out of her. He adjusted his grip and gently nudged the door to his room open with his foot, the faint creak barely audible over the low hum of the bus.

With Roman now accommodating three instead of two, the tour bus had been once again upgraded to something far more spacious, complete with three private rooms. Jimmy maneuvered through the slightly cramped hallway and stepped into his room, the soft lighting casting a warm glow over the neatly made bed.

He kicked the door shut behind him, the click of the latch grounding him in the moment. Gently, he laid her down on the bed, her body sinking into the plush comforter. He pulled back, intending to give her some space, but her hands shot up, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him down into a kiss.

It wasn't soft or tentative-it was desperate, raw, and filled with emotions she couldn't put into words. Jimmy melted into the kiss, the taste of her salty tears blending with the heat of her lips.

His hands cupped her face instinctively, thumbs brushing away the damp trails on her cheeks as the kiss deepened. He broke the kiss to speak but she spoke..

“Just make love to me..”

"Okay," he murmured, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

She pulled him closer, her hands fisting the fabric of his shirt as if she was afraid he'd change his mind. Jimmy didn't. He leaned down, pressing another kiss to her lips, this one slower and more deliberate, an unspoken promise that he would give her whatever she needed tonight.

He let himself fall into the moment, the world outside fading away as they found solace in each other, the shared pain and complicated feelings making the connection between them even more intense.

—

Roman approached the door to his tour bus, his thoughts still tangled from his tense conversation with Hunter. The weight of Hunter’s insistence on keeping this storyline alive lingered in his mind, a storm of conflicting emotions brewing beneath his composed exterior. Just as he reached for the handle, he heard a voice call out from behind him.

“Hey, Roman! Wait up!”

Roman turned to see Damian approaching, his long strides carrying him quickly across the lot. Roman sighed, glancing back at the bus, but turned to meet Damian halfway. “What’s up, man?” he asked, his tone neutral but laced with an edge of impatience.

Inside the bus, the sound of Damian yelling Roman’s name echoed faintly, causing Rhea and Jimmy to freeze mid-moment. They had been caught up in the heat of the moment, their earlier vulnerability boiling over into something neither had fully anticipated. Now, they scrambled to compose themselves, panic settling in.

“Shit,” Rhea muttered under her breath as she frantically pulled her shirt back on. “You’ve got my lipstick on your face!”

Jimmy, who was hastily pulling on his sweats, wiped at his face with the back of his hand. “Do you have one of those makeup things? A wipe or something?”

“No,” Rhea said, grabbing her jacket and glancing at him with a mixture of frustration and panic. “Just go shower or something!”

Jimmy nodded, his movements hurried but not frantic as he slipped out of the room and headed for the bathroom. The sound of the shower starting up soon followed, masking any further noise.

Rhea adjusted her shirt, gave herself a quick once-over in the mirror, and then slipped out of the room, heading for her own. She moved quietly but quickly, her heart racing as she prayed Roman wouldn’t step in and sense something was off.

Back outside, Roman was still talking to Damian, his broad frame leaning slightly against the side of the bus as Damian explained some issue or another. He nodded along, his eyes flicking back to the door, his gut telling him something was amiss even as he tried to focus on the conversation at hand.

“So, you see,” Damian continue his voice steady but with a hint of concern, “Hunter did say we were working together next week, and we were just wondering if we could stay with you guys this week?”

Roman raised an eyebrow, considering the request. The whole situation had been chaotic, but Damian wasn’t asking for much, and Roman knew how important this downtime was before the craziness of the upcoming week.

“That’s cool,” Roman said, nodding. “My new bus has two bunks in the front, plus the couches if you’re cool with that.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Damian said, his tone relieved.

Roman paused before continuing, his eyes scanning the lot as if he could sense something before speaking. “I’m sure Rhea would love to have you two back. I don’t know how she feels about Liv, though.”

Damian’s expression faltered for a moment. He had expected this. He wasn’t sure how Liv would go over, especially given Rhea’s recent turmoil.

“Would you want me to have Liv talk to Rhea before we get on board?” Damian offered cautiously. “We want to respect your tour bus.”

Roman gave a slight shrug. “That’s fine. Let me get her, and you can bring Liv to talk it over with Rhea.”

Damian nodded in understanding. Roman gave him a brief nod before heading toward the bus, his mind already working through the conversation that was about to happen.

Inside, Roman approached Rhea’s room, the soft knock on the door seeming louder in the quiet of the bus. She opened the door quickly, her face betraying a hint of nervousness.

“You okay?” Roman asked, his voice soft but direct.

Rhea, standing in the doorway, gave him a quick, almost anxious glance. “Yeah, why?” she asked, her words laced with tension.

Roman stepped in a little, wanting to keep things casual but making sure to check in on her. “Well, I said it’s okay for Dominik and Damian to board with us for the week,” he began, his eyes watching her carefully, “but I wanted to make sure you were okay with the other person.”

Rhea’s gaze shifted past him toward the windows, where she saw Liv standing with Damian and Dominik. The sight of her triggered a flurry of emotions inside Rhea, but she tried to stay composed. She thought for a moment, then responded, “Just tell her to come and give us some privacy.”

Roman gave a reassuring nod. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

With that, Roman stepped back outside to tell Damian and Liv what Rhea had decided. He knew things had been difficult for Rhea lately, and this week wasn’t going to be any easier, but he hoped this would give her the space she needed to sort through everything.

As he went outside, he caught Damian’s eye and gestured for Liv to follow him. Damian nodded, understanding the need for a brief talk. Liv gave a tight smile but followed without argument, knowing this was about Rhea’s comfort.

As Rhea and Liv sat together on the couch, the weight of the tension between them seemed to lessen with each passing second. Liv’s voice was soft but sincere as she began.

“I just want to say… I’m sorry I didn’t keep in touch,” Liv confessed, glancing over at Rhea with a hint of regret.

Rhea smiled faintly, her eyes tired but appreciative. “Water under the bridge,” she replied, the words carrying a quiet finality to them.

Liv took a deep breath, clearly wanting to say more. “No… for real…” she started, her eyes lowering for a moment before looking back at Rhea. “I really admired you in The Judgment Day. I didn’t want to take your place.”

Rhea raised an eyebrow, surprised by the admission. “Liv, seriously… water under the bridge,” she assured her, though there was a trace of humor in her voice, as if she’d heard enough of this kind of apology for a lifetime.

Liv smiled softly, but a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a near-whisper. “Is it true?”

Rhea looked at her in confusion. “Is what true?” she asked, her gaze shifting to Liv, sensing the question was something deeper.

Liv hesitated for a moment before leaning in further. “That Jey really did cheat on you the whole time?”

Rhea paused. The room seemed to grow quieter as the question lingered between them. She let out a breath, nodding slowly, her voice tinged with exhaustion. “Yes,” she said simply, her eyes avoiding Liv’s as she said the words, the weight of the truth still a heavy burden.

The two women sat there in silence, absorbing the weight of the revelation. It was as though the room had suddenly become still, each lost in their own thoughts.

Then, as if to break the tension, Rhea spoke up again, her voice quieter now. “I kissed Jimmy,” she admitted, not realizing that Jimmy was now out of the shower and listening in.

Liv’s eyes widened slightly, her eyebrows raised. “As a girlfriend, how was it?” she asked, her tone playful, despite the heaviness of the topic.

Rhea let out a small laugh, clearly caught off guard by the question. “To be honest, Liv… I think I made a mistake when I got with Jey.”

Liv gave her a teasing grin. “So does he have a big—” She made a popping sound with her lips, her attempt at humor cutting through the tension.

Rhea burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the room. It had been so long since she’d laughed like that, and she needed it more than she realized. “We haven’t done anything yet,” she said between laughs, shaking her head at the absurdity of the conversation.

Liv’s grin only grew wider. “Really?” she asked, as if incredulous.

Rhea shrugged, her eyes twinkling with a playful spark. “Well, he does know how to eat…” she said, her words trailing off with a sly smile.

Liv let out a dramatic gasp, her hands going to her chest. “Rhea, you sly dog!” she teased, and both of them erupted into giggles.

Jimmy couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t the conversation itself that made him grin, but the sound of Rhea laughing. The tension had lifted from her shoulders, even if just for a moment. She had always seemed so closed off, so guarded, especially around Jey. He knew Jey had a way of sheltering Rhea, keeping her from opening up to others. Maybe, just maybe, she needed more friends than she realized.

The laughter continued for a few more moments before both women calmed down, still sharing a knowing smile. Rhea wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, grateful for the lighthearted moment amidst all the chaos.

—

As the bus rumbled down the highway toward Phoenix, Arizona, the lights inside dimmed, and the soft hum of the engine mixed with the rhythmic sounds of sleeping bodies. Roman had already passed out blankets and pillows, ensuring everyone was comfortable for the journey ahead. One by one, the members of the group succumbed to sleep, the bus growing quieter with each passing moment.

But Rhea, restless and unable to sleep, glanced at the time. 2:13 AM blinked back at her, a reminder that the night was still young, and her mind wouldn’t quiet. She had freshly showered earlier, the lingering scent of shampoo still in her hair, and the cool air from the vent made her shiver slightly. She sighed, staring at the ceiling for a moment, before deciding she needed a moment away from the stillness.

She slipped out of the bed as quietly as possible, her feet padding softly against the floor. She glanced toward the living room and heard the faint snores of the Judgement Day—everyone lost in their own dreams. Rhea’s heart pounded just a little faster as she approached Jimmy’s room. She opened the door cautiously, trying not to disturb him. The dim light from the hallway illuminated his peaceful form, his breathing steady as he slept.

Rhea stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The room smelled faintly of the shared cologne that lingered in the air, and she felt herself drawn to the warmth of the bed. She climbed in quietly, careful not to wake him, but as she shifted, Jimmy stirred. He turned to her, his eyes half-lidded with sleep.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice hoarse from the sleep he was pulled from.

“Hey,” Rhea replied, her tone soft but filled with an undercurrent of exhaustion. She could feel the weight of the day still on her shoulders, the emotions from earlier in the evening threatening to resurface.

Before she could say anything else, Jimmy wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his warmth. She melted into his embrace, the comfort of his closeness soothing the tension in her chest. Their lips met in a kiss, gentle at first, as if testing the waters. It was a kiss that held the weight of everything unspoken between them—the turmoil, the laughter, the exhaustion, and the unexpected connection that had formed between them.

As they pulled away slightly, Jimmy’s eyes met hers, still tired but filled with understanding. “You okay?” he whispered, his voice low and concerned.

Rhea nodded, resting her forehead against his. “Yeah,” she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut as she allowed herself to sink deeper into his embrace. “Just needed this.”

Jimmy nodded, holding her tighter. The world outside the tour bus faded away, and for a moment, it was just the two of them—away from the chaos, away from everything that had been weighing on her.

“Get some sleep,” he said, his voice soft, and soon after, she felt herself drifting into a deep, peaceful sleep, the steady rhythm of his breathing lulling her into the comfort of his arms.

But she didn’t want to go to sleep..

“Make love to me,” she whispered as she leaned in to kiss him once more. Jimmy kissed her back, his lips soft against hers as his tongue snuck out to taste her lips. Rhea sighed, her hands traveling down to his chest as he pulled her by her hips so she can straddle his hips.

Her soft breath against his lips, her hand running through his hair-it made something possessive inside him stir, an overwhelming need to claim her as his and his alone. She'd been through so much, and no one had protected her the way he could. He wouldn't let anyone get close enough to hurt her again.

Rhea couldn’t keep quiet for long, not when Jimmy was touching her like this. She started to moan softly as he kissed her neck, her hands clenching in his hair as he sucked on her skin. Rhea had to cover her mouth to keep quiet, her body shaking as Jimmy’s hands slid up her sides.

“Demi..” Jon moaned as he felt Rhea’s heat from her most delicate area.

He felt her need for comfort, her hurt, and every ounce of it tightened something deep in him. She wasn't just a woman who had been betrayed-she was his woman, and anyone who even thought about crossing that line would have to go through him first. Jimmy wasn't about to share her with anyone-not Jey, not anyone in her past. She wasn't just some rebound, some distraction-she was his.

Jimmy tugged Rhea’s shirt up over her head, exposing her bare breasts in the dark. He sucked on her nipples, his hands traveling down to her shorts as he tugged them down her legs. Rhea kicked them off before she climbed back onto Jimmy’s lap, her hips grinding against his as she felt his dick harden beneath her.

As their lips met once more, he sure as hell didn't pull away. He deepened the kiss, claiming it, claiming her. The way her body responded, the way she let him in, it sent something dark and possessive through him. She wasn't running anymore; she wasn't hiding.

Rhea moaned into his mouth as she felt his hands sliding up her sides, his fingers brushing against her breasts as she leaned into his touch.

She was letting him in, and that meant everything.

She needed him, and that made her his responsibility-his to protect, his to comfort, his to own.

He let his mind run wild with the thought of how easy it would be to keep her right here, to never let her go. She was the only one who could make him feel this way-like everything in his life could be shut out, just to keep her safe, just to make her his in every sense of the word. And he'd do whatever it took to make sure she stayed that way.

Jimmy broke the kiss as he leaned down to suck on Rhea’s neck, his hands sliding down to her hips. Rhea moaned softly as she felt his fingers brushing against her pussy, her body trembling as he slid a finger inside of her.

Jimmy had never been one for subtlety when it came to what he wanted. He wanted Rhea. And not just in the way that others might. He wanted to be the only one who knew her deepest parts, the only one who could make her smile like that, the only one who could pull her out of her darkness and give her a reason to stay. She was his. And anyone who thought otherwise would have to answer to him.

Rhea had to keep quiet as Jimmy started to finger her, her body shaking as she felt his fingers sliding in and out of her. She leaned down to kiss him, her hands sliding into his hair as she whispered in his ear.

“Please…”

What if he's just like Jey? The thought hit Rhea harder than she expected. Jey had shattered her trust in ways she never thought possible. He had made her feel like she wasn't enough, like she was disposable, all while lying to her face. She'd given him everything-her love, her loyalty, her time-and he'd repaid her by sneaking behind her back, with Tiffany of all people. The betrayal still stung, even now. The idea of going through that kind of heartbreak again made her chest tighten.

Jimmy noticed her shift, he slowly pulled his fingers out of her and reached over to turn on the small light by the bed. “You okay?” He asked, concern in his voice.

She put her head down in his chest and he used both hands to lift up her head.

“Talk to me..”

Rhea’s gaze softened as she searched Jimmy’s face for any hint of deception, any trace of the lies she had endured with Jey. Her voice trembled as she repeated, “I don’t want you to be like him.”

Jimmy sat up slightly, his hands adjusting and his arms wrapping and tightening around her as if to ground her in the moment. His tone was firm, but his eyes betrayed his vulnerability. “I’m nothing like him,” he said, his words carrying weight.

Rhea tilted her head, her fingers lightly reaching to touch the tattoo on his left pec, her doubt still gnawing at her. “You say that now,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “But Jey said all the right—“

“Demi… let me do what you needed me to do..” He pleaded. He kissed her once more but Rhea’s doubts never left.

What if I'm just repeating my mistakes? Jimmy was Jey's brother, after all. Bloodline or not, could she trust that he wouldn't do the same? That he wouldn't take advantage of her vulnerability? She hated feeling this way, doubting someone who had been nothing but kind and patient with her. But the scars Jey left were deep, and every time she started to feel herself letting her guard down, those old fears came rushing back.

Her thoughts were broken away as she felt his fingers back inside of her, she moaned softly as they went in and out. The pleasure Rhea was experience was something she hadn’t felt in such a long time, the pleasure of feeling wanted.

“Fu… fuck.. Jon..” Her head fell into the crevice of his neck.

“Fuck me, Jon,” she begged as she felt his fingers sliding out of her. Jimmy kissed her as he flipped her onto her back, his body covering hers as he slid inside of her, very quickly.

Rhea moaned softly as she felt Jimmy filling her up, her legs wrapping around his hips as she held him close. Jimmy started to thrust into her, his hips slamming into hers as she gasped for breath.

“Demi..fuck..”

“Don’t ever stop please..”

“You are fucking tight..”

He's different, a small voice in her head argued.

And maybe he was. Jimmy had shown her a side of himself that felt real, raw, and unfiltered. He didn't shelter her the way Jey had, didn't try to control her. Instead, he encouraged her to be herself, to let herself feel. He didn't demand anything from her-he just gave. But wasn't that how it always started? Sweet words, tender touches, and promises that eventually fell apart?

She knew she wasn't easy to love. She came with baggage-her temper, her insecurities, the walls she'd built so high to keep herself from getting hurt again. Jimmy didn't deserve to carry that weight, did he? Maybe this was unfair to him.

Maybe she was pushing him into a role he didn't even want.

But as Rhea had to cover her mouth to keep quiet as Jimmy thrusted into her, her body shaking as he hit that spot inside of her that made her see stars and see clarity. Jimmy wanted this role. She couldn’t keep quiet for long, not when Jimmy was thrusting into her like this. He removed her hand from her mouth and said, “Need to hear you..” Rhea nodded and she started to moan softly as he thrusted into her even more harder, her hips meeting his as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge

She thought about the way he looked at her in the most delicate way, his eyes filled with something she could only describe as devotion. The way he didn't just listen to her, but actually heard her. He didn't treat her like a trophy or a conquest. He treated her like a person—flaws, fears, and all.

She could feel her orgasm building, her breath now coming in soft pants. Jimmy thrusted into her as hard as he could now, his hips moving against Rhea's, the bed now slightly squeaking to only where Jimmy and Rhea could hear.

He made her feel like more than just "Rhea Ripley," the tough-as-nails wrestler who didn't take shit from anyone. He made her feel like Demi-vulnerable, messy, but somehow still enough.

“Fuck I’m almost..”

“You gonna cum for me?”

“I can’t…. I can’t… fuck..”

“Cum for daddy..”

Rhea’s moan came out in a choke, her pussy clenching around his cock as she felt her orgasm reaching its climax. Jimmy’s right hand moved to her clit, teasing it with his index finger as he continued to thrust into her. Rhea’s moans were silenced by Jimmy’s left hand, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, tears welled up in her eyes as she experienced the ultimate high.

“Demi..”

Jimmy came with a low groan, his seed filling Rhea’s pussy as she finished her orgasm. He collapsed on top of her, his breath hot and heavy against her neck. Rhea wrapped her arms around him, her fingers tracing patterns on his back as they caught their breath.

The gentle hum of the bus moving through the night became the only sound that filled the quiet space between them. Jimmy slowly pulled away from Rhea, his chest rising and falling with the weight of their shared intimacy. He shifted slightly, making sure to pull her close as he settled beside her again. Rhea, still trying to catch her breath, felt a calmness she hadn’t expected, yet the knot in her stomach remained. She couldn’t push the doubt aside completely, but she didn’t want to think about it now—not when she was here, with Jimmy, in this moment.

She turned her head to look at him, his warm, steady presence offering a sense of peace she had longed for, but hadn’t fully allowed herself to feel. He was quiet, letting the silence stretch, before he finally spoke, answering Rhea’s question.

“Does this change anything?” Rhea asked, her voice barely above a whisper, the uncertainty heavy in her words. She wasn’t sure why she asked, but the question felt like it needed to be said—like the air between them had suddenly thickened and she needed reassurance.

Jimmy paused for a moment, lifting his gaze to meet hers. His hand reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Just be in the moment,” he said softly, his eyes locking with hers. “Here with me. That’s all that matters.”

Rhea nodded, the weight of his words sinking into her. She felt her body relax against him as he pulled her in closer, her head resting on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat was soothing, almost rhythmic, and for the first time in a long while, Rhea allowed herself to simply breathe.

She closed her eyes, her mind racing but trying to quiet the noise. The warmth of Jimmy’s body, the strength of his arms wrapped around her—it felt real, grounding, in contrast to the chaos she’d felt earlier. But still, those lingering doubts clung to her thoughts, like shadows she couldn’t shake.

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” she whispered to herself, though she wasn’t entirely sure she believed it.

Jimmy didn’t respond immediately, but she could feel the steadiness in him, his calmness washing over her like a tide. He wasn’t asking for anything—just this moment, just her. And that, in itself, was something Rhea wasn’t used to.

Before she knew it, the exhaustion from the day’s emotions caught up to her, and her body relaxed, her eyelids growing heavy. Her thoughts began to drift, but the last thing she felt before succumbing to sleep was the warmth of Jimmy’s hand gently resting on her back.

As she let herself slip into slumber, the doubts still lingered at the edge of her mind, but they felt distant for now. Maybe tomorrow would bring clarity, or maybe it would only bring more questions. But for tonight, Rhea allowed herself to rest, to be in the moment with Jimmy, just as he had asked.

& with this chapter I am currently on my break. I will return in the new year 😭🩷

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Hi! I was wondering if you happen to know of any ttrpgs that utilize dragoons as a class option/thematic presence?

THEME: Dragoons

Hello, so when I followed up with you, you mentioned that you wanted dragoons from Final Fantasy, rather than the historical dragoons - and I’m glad I clarified, because I was sifting through historical games at first. From what I understand, the main points of dragoons is that they are a class who fights with a spear, with strong elements of launching themselves into the air/attacking from heights to land hits with extreme force. I also understand that they are meant to have strong relationships to dragons. So let’s see what we’ve got.

Final Fantasy Legend Edition, by Mildra the Monk.

This is an intermediate-complexity tabletop roleplaying game based on the Japanese console RPG series, Final Fantasy.Whether you're a veteran or someone new to the series, these streamlined rules and various customization options will help you get started with ease.

When I went to check out this game, the Dragoon class was the first image listed on the storefront. This class comes with some classic jump abilities, and other character abilities that are all about pinning down your enemies from the air. You also have access to the appropriately-themed Dragon Arts, tying your character intimately to their historic roots. The game itself moves through what it calls a four-phase structure: Preparation, Exploration, Encounter and Downtime. Each arc is likely to follow a quest that has been given to your characters, and these four scenes give you a procedural structure that typifies many ttrpgs.

Megalos: Crystalpunk Fantasy Roleplaying, by matara.

MEGALOS is a game for telling stories about adventures in the clouds, fighting evil empires, and dueling ancient gods. The Worlds of MEGALOS are vast and old, each a cosmic emanation connected to one another by the Wellspring- the source of all aether in the cosmos. Make your own World of MEGALOS or play in one of ours, from the Oradam Rift to Pallid Telkane to Zone Gachette to The Erefane. Soar through the air in an airship, dogfight imperials, and wield aetheric magicks as a punk-rock witch.

This tabletop game is inspired by things like classic JRPGs, electronica music, and medieval alchemy. MEGALOS is the first game to use the SLIPSTREAM game engine, which uses pools of d20s as the core of its task resolution mechanic.

The martial damage class for Megalos is called the Throne, and it hast at least two subclasses that I think you could use to make a Dragoon-like character. As a base class, Thrones have access to a flight ability called Liftoff, and both Arklights and Champions use this ability to do some neat things with combat.

Arklights are warrior monks, interested in the “protection and cultivation of ‘good’”. They have a lot of light and wings metaphors, including an ability called Falcon Dive, which allows you to dive at your opponent while in the air, with an upgrade ability to inflict piercing damage to multiple enemies. Then there’s the Champions, fighters who are all about learning new techniques and experiencing combat as a way of life. They’re very brawl-friendly characters, but their abilities Aerial Charge (which launches you in the air) and Meteor Drop (which is practically a dive-bomb attack) give me pretty strong Dragoon vibes.

Lancer, by Massif Press - and the Field Guide to Suldan, by KaiTave.

Lancer is a tabletop role playing game centred on shared narratives, customizable mechs, and the pilots who crew them. Set many thousands of years from the present day, Lancer imagines a future where a survivor humanity has spread to the stars after weathering terrible ecological collapse on Earth -- the end of the Anthropocene as a consequence of unrestrained consumption and poor stewardship.

Lancer features a mix of gritty, mud-and-lasers military science fiction and mythic science fantasy. In the setting, conscript pilots mix ranks with flying aces, mercenary guns-for-hire brawl with secretive corporate agents, and relativistic paladins cross thermal lances with causality-breaking, unknowable beings.

Lancer’s big thing is the ability to make a mech that can do some really cool things, all based around combat. You build your mechs with pieces you gain access to through licenses, many of which are distributed by various companies and organization. The base game has the IPS-N Nelson Frame, which is all about close-quarters combat and high mobility, with a gigantic War Pike that can puncture armour. If you want to go full Dragoon mode though, you’ll want to download the Field Guide to Suldan fan expansion, which has an additional frame option for the Nelson, giving you the power of flight - and an ability called Drive Burst, which allows you to move really fast in one direction and do a whole bunch of extra damage to anyone in your way.

If you want a game that’s all about figuring out neat combos and making your machine really really good at specific things, you want to try Lancer.

Fabula Ultima, by Need Games.

FABULA ULTIMA is a Tabletop Roleplaying Game inspired by Japanese-style console RPGs, or JRPGs.  In Fabula Ultima, you and your friends will tell epic stories of would-be heroes and fearsome villains, set in fantasy worlds brimming with magic, wondrous locations, and uniquely bizarre monsters!

A game that is typically advertised for folks who want a Final Fantasy experience, Fabula Ultima is likely going to hit a lot of similar plot beats and game moments that feel familiar. When it comes to character creation, you are expected to put together a few different options to make someone with a lot of cool talents that you can expand on as you grow.

One of the pre-gens in Press Start, a quick-start version of the game, looks fairly Dragoon-like, with a heavy spear and a move called “Soaring Strike” that looks like it can send you airborne to fight flying enemies, so I think it should be fairly easy to make the kind of character you’re looking for.

First Fantasy, by Marc Strocks.

A one-page RPG created for the game(s) jam.  In the year 199X, technological cities grow thicker by the day, feeding off the planet's resources. Demonic fiends fill the wilds, attacking anything that moves. With a weapon by your side, you travel the world. This is your mission. This is your story.

First-Fantasy is a single page full of a lot of roll tables, both for character creation and adventure creation. This game feels like it’s relying on folks who are well acquainted with the lore and tropes of Final Fantasy, and gives you a few tools to add chance to your story. Character creation is pretty slim, but the Dragoon class does give you the basics: a spear or a sword, a Jump-charge ability, and the metal plate you’d probably expect a knight of some kind to wear.

UMBRA, by Star Bear Games.

UMBRA is a Table Top Role Playing Game in which you delve into a world of bug Knights! It features the quick and snappy combat of the LUMEN system.

Under and within a grand oak tree lays a sprawling metropolis known as the Cradle. Making their lives under the watchful rule of the Ashen King, are the bugs of the Cradle. Every bug has a part to play, big or small, in the kingdom. For you, oh noble Knights, your part is that of protector.

Inspired by Hollow Knight, I thought about Umbra for two reasons: one, because the titular character of the game does a lot of jumping when in combat, and two, because this game is based in LUMEN, which is all about modular combat and strategy.

You cobble together a few different things to make your character unique, including a House, a weapon, and armour called Regalia, which give you different abilities or advantages. If you want to make a Dragoon-like character, I’d recommend making a bug from Horn House, which gives you the hard-hitting, high-damage typical of an armour-puncturing spear. You’d then make your spear by taking a Point weapon and giving it tags like Reaching, to give yourself the ability to stab from a distance. Then for Shell regalia, you can take either Hovering Wings, which gives you the ability to fly, or Propelling Wings, which give you heightened jumps, allowing you to stay in the air for extended periods of time.

If UMBRA itself isn’t the setting that you want but you like this level of customization, then I recommend checking out some other LUMEN games for different genres, but the same easy-to-learn fast-action strategy.

RottenFall Heroes, by LazerSamuraiGG

In a world forever changed by cosmic disaster, ordinary lives collided with the extraordinary. It all began with the sudden appearance of mysterious beings, turning unsuspecting humans into monstrous entities known as the ROTTEN. The trigger? A mysterious collision between an Obsidian Pyramid and the moon.

As if this upheaval wasn't enough, interdimensional beings known as VILLAINS seeped into our reality, distorting familiar landscapes into surreal nightmares.

Yet, amidst the turmoil, emerged a glimmer of hope – the Heroes. These courageous individuals joined forces, establishing schools and enterprises to combat the encroaching darkness. They ventured forth into the warped realities, confronting villains and safeguarding the innocent.

Mechanically, I cannot honestly say that RottenFall Heroes has anything that looks like a Dragoon in fighting style. However, what it does have is a class called a dragon knight, which involves a person who has a solemn pact with an ancient Dragon, who has granted them access to special powers. In Dragon Form, you are especially talented at wielding two-handed weapons, and I think you can choose a spear or lance if that’s what you desire. You can also re-roll your attacks when fighting with your clawed hands, and you’re resistant to fire. If you want the connection to dragons more than the ability to jump really high and pile-drive someone from the sky, then you might be interested in RottenFall Heroes.

You might also want to check out…

The Fire Emblem recommendation post I put up a couple of weeks ago.

The Official FFXIV TTRPG has Dragoon options! And it looks like there are free versions of the rulebooks.

This playbook for SLAYERS is all about playing a Dragoon-like character.

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was thinking about how in my mafia au fic Liam plays brawl stars (coz why not?) in Theo's office while Theo's doing his paper work (he keeps Liam around as his bellboy and Liam doesn't like the fact that he has to be around that grumpy asshole like everyday; Josh is jealous coz Theo's never allowed him in his office)

but then one day Liam's phone dies and he almost dies with it from boredom he sneaks Theo's phone ("let's see what you've got here, Raeken") and the only game there is chess (it was pre-installled). So he starts playing it and gets hooked! And after that he downloads it on his phone and actually starts learning techniques.

sometimes they even play chess together (and Theo likes it, especially to see the smile on Liam's face when he's winning; doesn't happen often so too not boost his ego)