#rip waxer

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[laughhardrunfastbekindsblog]

Finished the Umbara arc tonight and...

I rewatched this specific shot, like, twelve times 😍😍😍

Nice to have moments like this when, you know, other scenes come up...

"Live to fight another day, boys." 💔

"Everyone, stop firing! We're shooting at our own men! Look, we're clones! WE'RE ALL CLONES!" 😭😭😭

Thank heavens for Rex being as observant as he is, noticing the tiny bit of chin showing under the fallen clone's helmet, and going to investigate 💔

So now that I'm sufficiently sad, next up is the slavery story...

[illustratingari]

Me watching any Star Wars animated show:

Me: SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP [insert clone] D*ED BRING HIM BACKKK

Mom: It’s just a cartoon stop crying!

Me: YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND! YOU’LL NEVER UNDERSTAND!

[techs-goggles9902]

Waxer Wednesday!

Wdym he died? HE SURVIVED UMBARA, REUNITED WITH NUMA, AND IS LIVING ON A QUIET LITTLE WORLD, NO EMPIRE, JUST HAPPY.

[mysteria157]

Amateur

Nanami Kento x Reader

a/n: writing prompt game with a writer friend that turned into something funny. Pro tip: dont wax yourselves if you can help it.

**Also: while I am so happy you all like this, this was a collaboration. Some words are mine, some are theirs. But all of it is a collective appreciation of the man that is Nanami Kento 💕**

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You cursed at the calendar, striking off your wax appointment-- today-- with strictly more force than necessary. While you knew Kento cared not which form he received you in, sleek or fuzzy, you couldn't help grieving the loss of the excited shiver he would give when his hand slipped down between peach-soft folds.

You tapped your nails on the wall, one hand planted on your hip. There was a beauty store nearby-- a big one. How hard could waxing yourself be? Surely?

Two hours later, lying half-naked on the sofa with your right labia stuck to your inner thigh with wax, and shrieking every time you tried to wax yourself free, you wondered if ending your life was the easier or harder way out.

This is fine.

You’re almost done right?

You move your thigh, howling into the air as dried wax pulls your skin in a way that’s not natural, reminding you that no you are not almost done.

Ittakes you another excruciating half hour to free one of your folds, angry tears collecting like dew drops in your eyes. You curse to the ceiling, squaring your shoulders for a battle you’ve started, hot wax ready to go when the front door jiggles.

"I'm home." Monotone, flat-- done for the day, as Kento often was. Unbeknownst to him, the horrors were yet to continue. He blinked, unseeing as he shucked off his shoes, his glasses, his work jack--

Kento froze, his gaze fixed on you. The barest widening of his eyes; the slightest flare of his nostrils. He drank you in; legs spread, sweating, one fuzzy labia and one bare.

He cleared his throat, and began, mild and flat, "Goodness me. It must be my lucky day."

“A lucky day for you, is turning out to be miserable for me,” you whine, grabby fingers reaching for him over the cusp of the sofa. “I’ve made a mistake.”

“You saved some for me. I’m pleased.”

As he strolls into your view, he meets your glare, soaking in the flush of your cheeks, the slight twitch of your legs to hide yourself.

Kento knelt before you. He assessed the damage, and noted that you'd (bravely or foolishly) plastered both of your labia with hot wax. Now, in the wake of your hellish first tug of the wax, you were forced to confront the reality of a second.

Kento sighed, barely a huff of air through his nose. He rolled up his sleeves, to your frantic head shakes, and his slow head nods. His voice rumbled through you.

"I hate to berate you at a time like this--"

"--but you're going to anyway--"

"-- but this was…avoidable."

You scoffed. His impassiveness was a thin veneer. You squealed, trying to clamp your legs shut as he batted your thighs aside, effortlessly settling himself between them, and anchoring your labia with one hand, while grabbing the edge of the wax with the other.

"You should know," Kento lied, a glimmer in his eyes, "that I take no pleasure from this."

With critical accuracy, Kento ripped.

You shrieked, soul shaking, windows rattling with the threat the shatter. Distantly, you think of every wax appointment you’ve rescheduled, taking for granted the quick efficiency of your waxer, convinced you could actually do this on your own.

By the time the ringing in your ears subsides, you pick up the subtle ruffling of pressed fabric. Flickering teary eyes over to your husband, you resist the urge to reach over and smack.

He’s laughing, muffled in deep rich puffs, his shoulders moving with barely contained glee. He holds up the evidence of your misery, a white strip with barely any peach fuzz collected with thick wax.

“Stop laughing,” you hiss, swinging a weak arm in his direction.

Kento dodged you the first time, then let you land the second smack, as penance for his sins. Still, the mirth collected as tears in his eyes. He coughed, wiped his lash line, and looked at you with adoration.

"I love you," he rumbled, trying not to laugh, "but you're an idiot. And I have a serious question for you."

"What?" You asked him, wary and panting.

"Do you want me to wax your ass, or…?"

Smack.

[ronearoundblindly]

Hi Lexi, I have an ask 😏

I keep seeing these pranks girlfriends are doing on their boyfriends on TikTok where the girl is talking to her man about her waxing appointment she just had and she casually says 'HE was great' or 'HE did a great job’

How do you think the Chris characters would react? 😂���

Warnings for Lexi getting on her professional high horse and inferences to, well, the areas that get waxed.

Hi. I'm Lexi, and this is my job. I wax people for a living and am about to get extremely serious for a moment before our fun imagines...

IF the person is professional, there is zero reason a male or female waxologist should matter. Of course, it is important for the client themselves to be most comfortable, but men and women can be equally good at this job and equally shit at it. I say this knowing that I went to school with a handful of women that did not care about the comfort or safety of their clients, only money and time. I'd say it was as bad as 50/50. The sex or sexual orientation of your professional doesn't actually matter, and I find it childish that any man would get huffy or jealous as long as the service is done professionally and well for the actual client. I would personally punch any man (yes, even those with faces as pretty as above) for being a sexist, assuming dickhead in this manner.

James Mace

Curious. Sorta wants to come with you to your next appointment and ask how a man gets into that line of work, since it is more rare. Mace would also be curious if you were shocked at first that a man would wax you. Did you feel uncomfortable at first? Has more than one man waxed you? Is this...is this a thing he can learn to help with? He's simply never thought about it before.

Curtis Everett

Weirdly 'classic man' about it and thinks it's bizarre a man waxes people. He just thinks that sounds like a woman's profession and a woman's service. Cringes and hisses at the mere thought of hair being ripped from his own body, so Curtis cannot fathom why anyone does it, man or woman.

Jimmy Dobyne

Doesn't give a rat's ass if there's hair down there, so mostly he's just indifferent to the whole situation. If you start talking about 'how cute' your waxer is, however, that's another story. Would probably assume the man is gay, too, and would express shock if you said otherwise. To Jimmy though, a job is a job. Whatever.

Johnny Storm

Simultaneously doesn't care and is fascinated. He's a try-anything-once person, so Johnny kinda wants to know what that feels like AND will be an enormous baby about the pain of waxing. He would be equally fascinated if the professional were female or male to be honest, though he'd be slightly more goofy and flirtatious with a woman. Johnny--as you may guess--would love to make you jealous so that he can 'prove himself' to you over and over again; he isn't a jealous type on his own.

Jake Jensen

Dead silence. Doesn't mention a fucking thing about how he feels but internally screaming. Deeply angry that not only did a man see you that way but also that a man is doing something 'painful' to you and that Jake didn't know before. Does a background check on your professional without ever saying a word to you. Only brings it up if there's something suspicious in the man's record. Refuses to be 'that guy' and voice his discomfort. Hopes you both never speak of it again...or the man retires soon and you see a woman.

Lloyd Hansen

Can you guess? I feel by now you can guess what I'm going to say.

Lloyd (that's right) doesn't. give. a. fuck.

Good. Get waxed. There is no need to talk about it. He just cares that it's done, not about any of the specifics.

Ari Levinson

Horrified that anyone waxes anything. Vaguely interested that a man offers it. Asks you what he looks like--i.e. does a man with a lot of hair (like Ari) wax other people or is he rather hairless himself? Ari shivers while considering it and promptly forgets all about it.

Ransom Drysdale

Did the job get done? Fine. Is the guy your only option for someone to wax you? No. Will Ran call your salon and insist you never be booked with the guy (or any guy) again? Yes. Yes he will.

Does Ran tell you he did that? No. Does he care if you know? Also no, but he ain't fucking discussing it. End of story.

Andy Barber

Literally has twelve other things to talk about with you so he doesn't care at all. Would forever prefer enjoying the results then getting hung up on the methods...

Steve Rogers

Has NO IDEA how to respond to that. Has NO IDEA if he should care or be mad or be interested or offer any words whatsoever. Is SO AWKWARD when moving on to another topic of discussion.

Bucky Barnes

Grumpy. First suggests and then insists that he do it for you/help. Verbally observes that it would save money and time to simply do it at home; emotionally unhinged at the wave of possessive rage he feels in the moment. He isn't proud of the response, but he also isn't letting that continue. Full-stop.

Thank you for asking!

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The Lucky Twins

(Tech x Reader x Crosshair)

Even without the final poll results it seems that “The Lucky Twins” wins, so here it is!

Idgaf if people say that Crosshair and Tech aren’t twins. In my head they are and that’s all that matters to me this fic so suck it up haters. Anyway! This story was inspired by @techhasmjolnir because they asked for more Bad Batch smut and this lovely idea popped into my head so I hope you all enjoy!

(Also, The comedian mentioned is a rip off of an actual real life comedian cast in the SW universe)

(Divider by @stars-n-spice )

Warnings: SMUTT, oral! (Male and female receiving), threesome, gentle/rough sex, double penetration, p in v sex, p in a sex, nipple! play, spanking, praise! Kink, implied poly! Batch, use of pet names, hair pulling, slightly bratty reader, slight Dom!/Sub! dynamics, over simulation, mild size! Kink, multiple orgasms, squirting orgams (let me know if I missed anything).

Words: 6.5+K (*insert evil laughter*)

It was game night for the boys, the 212th barracks filled with laughter as everyone drank and played games. The Bad Batch was sat around in a circle with Cody, Waxer, Boil, Metric, and a few other Troopers, all of whom were winding down after another successful string of missions. The 212th seemed to be one of the only battalions in the GAR that The Bad Batch got along with, the conversation flowing easily.

(Y/N) sat among the boys, a glass of spotchka in hand as she leaned her head against Tech’s shoulder. She was laughing along with a joke that Boil told as his turn for truth or dare came to an end, Waxers turn to ask next. He spun the bottle to determine who he would ask next and his eyes lit up as it landed on (Y/N).

Waxer turned to face (Y/N), a shit eating grin on his face that only seemed to be even more enhanced due to the alcohol. (Y/N) smirked right back at him, her confidence showing as the rest of the boys waited with baited breathes for the question.

"(Y/N) truth or dare?" He asked and everyone's 'ooooed', even if they knew it was coming. It was no secret that the 212th viewed the Bad Batch’s civilian medic as one of their own, their vod’ika was one of them no matter what.

"I'll stick with truth cause I am not drunk enough to pick dare," she answer and raised her glass, everyone laughing along with her as she took a swig from her drink.

Doing his best to imitate Bale Bill Bar, a famous comedian among clones, Waxer asked, "Name something you'd like to have two of on your bed."

The guys smirked, Wrecker letting out a loud boisterous laugh as they all looked around the room before looking back at (Y/N). She smirked back, downing the rest of her drink before answering with a teasing wink at Crosshair from across the circle, her head nuzzling more into Tech’s arm.

"Twin’s Waxer," (Y/N) answered and everyone laughed including Hunter, Wrecker and Echo, knowing that she was teasing the twins of the squad. (Y/N) looked to Crosshair who was looking back at her with a down right sinful smirk, the toothpick in his mouth falling to the floor. She chanced a look up at Tech, his eyes glossed over as they met hers and a satisfied smirk on his lips.

"I do believe we can arrange that for you darling," Tech spoke up in a husky voice, his hand finding it way to her chin, Crosshair nodding along with him from his place across the circle. The way Tech spoke made (Y/N)’s insides simmer, heat beginning to pool in her belly.

"I believe we can," Cross added, crawling somewhat seductively over to her from across the circle, his smirk never leaving his face. When he made it over to (Y/N), which actually didn’t take long at all, he swatted Tech’s hand away, tilting her chin up to look at him instead, eyes glazed and voice quiet. The rest of the boys groaned, all now regretting letting Waxer ask that question. Said trooper didn’t look remorseful or regretful in the slightest, if anything he seemed very pleased with himself. The others looked to (Y/N), Tech and Crosshair, telling them to get a room or to keep it in their pants.

"All right boys, a room it is," (Y/N) said and winked at them both before standing up, making a show the sticking her ass out and slowly rolling her hands up her body as she went before walking towards the door. When she made it to the door of the barracks she stopped turning a little and looking over her shoulder back to the twins.

“You guys coming? Or am I going to have to play with myself?” She said with a smirk before walking out, swaying her hips teasingly and enticingly.

She could hear the wolf whistling from the 212th troopers as she walked, all of them enjoying teasing her. She could hear Tech and Crosshair scrambling to get up and follow her, both of them laughing as Wrecker whined about not being able to join and Hunter and Echo shaking their heads.

'Tonight is going to be fun,’ she thought as she walked out of the 212th barracks, moving swiftly towards the barracks that the Bad Batch had been allocated to. She heard them before she felt their hands, Crosshair and Tech coming up behind her, both breathing heavily.

Cross wrapped a hand around her wrist and pulled her into him as Tech held her other arm, his opposite hand finding its way into her hair. They stopped her in her tracks , both holding onto her like she would run away. (Y/N) smirked and leaned into their hold, feeling excited yet safe in their arms.

“That was a very dangerous display you put on back their mesh’la. Swaying those sinfully full hips infront of our brothers?” Crosshair said, his voice low and sultry, giving. Teasing smack to her behind as emphasis. Tech hummed in agreement, moving himself forward towards (Y/N)’s neck, eyeing it as a vampire would its prey.

“You should know better than to tease us needlessly cyar’ika,” Tech said, burying his face in (Y/N)’s neck, inhaling her scent and nipping at her pulse point. (Y/N) groaned as Tech marked her neck, his lips feeling so soft against her body.

“It was worth it,” (Y/N) said and she felt Crosshair growl against the other side of her neck, also making his mark there. He bit down roughly, sucking it as he went before licking the mark to soothe it.

“Was it now Ad’ika? Teasing us and putting on a show for others was worth it?” He said and grabbed a handful of her ass. (Y/N) yelped at the contact, not expecting the impact of Crosshair’s hand on her behind.

“It got you guys riled up didn’t it?” (Y/N) said cockily, her confidence after Crosshair’s spank to her ass coming back in full force. She loved to tease the twins, often brushing up against them both even when she didn’t have to or purposely swaying her hips when she was around them. She did that with all the Batch members but for now, she wanted the twins.

“Tsk tsk cyar’ika. You should know better than that,” Tech said again, his tone taking on a dark edge as he pulled on her hair. (Y/N) moaned wantonly at the feeling, the pain only adding to her pleasure. Hearing Tech speak so dark and dirty was making her feel so many things, between her thighs beginning to feel wet and sticky.

“You’re such a dirty girl aren’t you ad’ika? So ready and willing to have two of us with you in bed,” Crosshair said and licked a strip up her neck that was now fully exposed thanks to Tech. (Y/N) groaned, her arms still somewhat trapped between the two enhanced men making it very difficult for her to touch them.

“Please, Tech, Cross, please,” she begged, her confidence slipping away as she was teased by their words and mouths. Crosshair removed his hand from her arm, bringing it around her body to grope at her breasts.

“Oh now look who’s begging not to be teased. Doesn’t feel very nice does it kitten?” Crosshair said as Tech slid his other hand to her other breast, the hand in (Y/N)’s hair staying where it is it.

“I think we should take this somewhere more private, wouldn’t you agree cyare?” Tech asked, giving her nipple a tug through her loose shirt. She had forgone her armour in favour of comfy clothes for the night, not expecting to need it and she was happy she had made that choice.

All (Y/N) did was nod, which proved to be quite difficult with Tech’s hand still gripping her hair. Crosshair gave a growl into her neck in warning, nipping at her ear before whispering, “we need words love. Need to hear you say that you want this.”

“Isn’t it obvious that I do?” She said, a bit of bite in her tone. That earned her another spank to the behind, this time from Tech, his dexterous hands feeling heavy against her ass. Crosshair let out a low chuckle as he watched his twin dole out some discipline to their squad mate. It was a different side that not many got to see but when it came to (Y/N), Cross knew that his brother was a dominant devil.

“Vocal confirmation and consent is required for us to continue cyar’ika,” Tech said as he rubbed the spot on (Y/N)’s ass that he had spanked. He didn’t feel bad in the slightest, a smirk in his lips as he listened to the little gasp that left her’s.

“Y-yes, please let’s g-go back to the barracks,” (Y/N) finally conceded, her confident aura crumbling as she became putty at the hands of these two enhanced soldiers. They both chuckled at her new found desperation to get to their private quarters, both of them equally as eager to ravage her body.

“Then let’s get going Mesh’la,” Crosshair said, placing his hand on her lower back and guiding her hurriedly towards the barracks. Tech relinquished his grip on her hair in favour of holding her neck from behind, massaging the sides subconsciously. (Y/N) groaned and moved with desperation, almost pulling out of the men’s hold but they tightened their hands, unwilling to let her get to far even if they were heading to the same place.

When they reached the barracks Tech pulled away and quickly opened the door, Crosshair guiding (Y/N) in as Tech closed and securely locked the door behind them all.

When the lock engaged, Crosshair immediately pulled (Y/N) into his body and crashed his lips against hers, holding her body close and pulling the air from her lungs. She moaned into his mouth, hands finding purchase in his shoulders as she melted into his embrace. She felt Tech come up behind her and slot himself against her back, his hands running up and down her sides as he kissed her neck. His hands found the edge of her shirt, lifting it ever so slightly so that he could run his gloved hands over her skin.

(Y/N) groaned into her kiss with Crosshair, pulling away and turning her head to capture Tech’s lips. He gave in quickly, turning her around and deepening the kiss, Crosshair taking over running his hands up and down her body. He was happy that (Y/N) had chosen to forgo wearing her standard under armour and full medical kit, both garments hiding her body from them daily. But now, she wore one of Wreckers tops and a pair of her own sweat pants, both articles of clothing loose enough to give the men easy access to her body.

Crosshair took maters into his own hands, reaching around (Y/N) and grabbing Tech’s vibro blade from his belt, neither of them noticing. He smirked and leaned down to (Y/N’s ear, his breath fanning over it making her shiver.

“Don’t move a muscle Cyar’ika,” Crosshair whispered into her ear as he brought the vibro blade to the edge of the shirt she was wearing and with quick, almost practiced movements, cut it perfectly in half up the back.

(Y/N) gasped as she felt the material slacken even more around her frame, the cold air kitting her back and making her squirm. She pulled away from her kiss with Tech, looking over at Crosshair who had a malicious smirk on his face. Tech took the opportunity to maneuver, the shirt off her body, pulling it off her arms and throwing it to the other side of the barracks.

(Y/N) looked at Tech with the same bewildered expression but only received an innocent smile in return. She knew there was nothing innocent about it as she stood topless between the men.

“I liked that shirt”, she whined, pouting like a child as Crosshair once again took hold of her hips and pulled her body into his.

“You don’t need it tonight Cyar’ika,” he said, words conveying an aura of lust, “the only thing you’ll have on your body tonight is us and our cum.” He emphasized his point with a short thrust of his hips against her but cheeks, (Y/N) moaning at the promise in his words. Tech moved to be infront of her again, kissing her cheek and making his way down her body as Crosshair held her still.

“Crosshair is right an’edee. You will not be needing any clothing tonight,” he said, pulling her sweat pants down her legs along with her panties. Crosshair made his next move and removed (Y/N)’s breast band, tossing the offending piece of cloth somewhere into the barraks just like they had done with the rest of her clothing. His hands immediately gripped her breasts, fondling them in his hands and rolling her nipples between his fingers.

(Y/N) moaned at the feeling, her hips bucking slightly before Tech held her in place. She looked down at him, keening wantonly seeing him on his knees in front of her. It was so sexy to see, his eyes looking back up to meet her at he licked a long strip up her pubic mound. It was cleanly waxed and moisturized, something she did at the start of every week. It was more comfortable especially on long missions, no hair to rub against her body or irritate her skin.

“So smooth down here cyar’ika. Did you do this just for us?” Tech asked, pinching her fupa between his thumb and pointer finger. She groaned, knees weak and legs trembling.

“You’re shaking already and we haven’t even gotten to the good part mesh’la,” Crosshair said breathlessly in her ear, one of his hands traveling up to her neck while the other stayed dutifully on her breast, “are you that turned on by us that you can’t help it?” His words were cocky but she had no defence against them, only being able to nod and bite her lip.

Tech pinched (Y/N)’s fupa once more and licked up and down her mound, this time getting closer to her slit. She threw her head back, moaning loudly at the sensations. She blinked, trying to regain her composure but it was being made very difficult by the men sandwiching her between them.

“Words love. We need you to use that pretty mouth and give us words,” Tech said, both his and Crosshairs teasing stopping and waiting for her answer. She cried out, squirming in frustration as she was denied what she craved. She yelped again as Crosshair once again, laid a harsh smack to her ass, heat radiating from where he hit now that it was against her bare skin.

“Y-yes! Yes you turn me on. So much, so so much. Please! Please please I need you both, want to both so fucking bad,” she begged, her words coming out jumbled and slurred as she looked down at Tech. He only smirked and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder with ease, his other hand staying on her hip to keep her steady. Crosshair helped his brother out, using his hand on her breast and moving it to hold her thigh up, making sure she wouldn’t get too tired.

“That is what I wanted to hear,” Tech growled before diving into her pussy, licking and sucking up her juices like a man stranded in the deserts of Tatooine.

(Y/N)’s breath left her body, finally having Tech’s mouth where she needed him, feeling Crosshair squeeze her neck and mark the other side with bites. She was in heaven, having both these hot, sexy men ravaging her body just as she had asked for. And somehow, both of them looked even more handsome in their armour which they were still in. All the batch except for (Y/N) had chosen to stay kitted up, feeling more normal in their armour than in civies.

But now she wanted them to take it off, wanting to feel their skin against hers, run her hands along their bodies like they had done to her. She reached down with one hand and cupped the back of Tech’s head, giving his hair a little tug. All he did was groan into her pussy and speed up his ministrations, sucking her clit into his mouth. She moaned loudly, moving her other behind her to reach Crosshair.

“T-take it off,” (Y/N) mewled, her words almost indecipherable but Crosshair heard her as clear as a sniper shot.

“Take what off ad’ika?” He asked, biting her ear. He knew what she was referring to but he wanted to hear her say it.

“Your a-armour- F-fuck- I want it off. Want to f-feel you,” she stuttered as Tech continued what he was doing, savouring her taste like it was his last meal. His eyes however, remained locked on her face, watching her reactions. He had heard what she wanted, but he wanted her to cum on his tongue first.

“We can do that for you darling. But I’m sure Tech would love to do something else first,” Crosshair said and continued to hold (Y/N)’s thigh up for Tech. The goggled trooper nodded before his intense make-out session with her lower lips ramped up. She felt two of his now bare fingers -when did he ditch the gloves?- rub circles around her hole, teasing her before he dipped them in slowly.

“Oh fuckkkk,” she moaned as Tech’s fingers entered her slowly, rubbing up against her walls.

“Does it feel cyare? Having my vod’ika’s fingers inside you?” Crosshair whispered huskily in her ear, his hand around her neck tightening ever so slightly more. He ground himself against her ass, feeling himself grow uncomfortably hard under his cod piece. Tech pulled his mouth away from (Y/N)’s cunt, his fingers remaining steady in there quest to make her cum.

“Technically Crosshair, I am older than you by a few minutes,” Tech said, his eyes challenging as they looked at his younger brother. Crosshair scoffed, his hand squeezing (Y/N)’s thigh possessively as he glared down at his brother.

“And I’m taller than you therefore I’m older,” Crosshair said defiantly.

“That is not how it works at all and you know this Crosshair. I have explained it to you all many times.”

“Yes well-“

“Okay enough!” (Y/N) said, very annoyed that they had chosen now of all times to have this debate. Both men looked at her slightly bewildered at her tone, Tech’s fingers stoping their movements inside her. She groaned, bucking her hips and glaring down at the genius clone.

“Y-you both chose the worst time t-to have this debate. Tech,” she said, addressing the man on the ground directly, “you have your fingers I-inside me right now and have said that y-you want to make me cum before you take your armour off right?”

“That’s is correct,” Tech said and curled his fingers in a come hither motion. (Y/N)’s head fell backwards against Crosshairs shoulder again.

“Yes,” Crosshair drawled on, even if the question wasn’t directed at him. He knew that they were frustrating her with their bickering, but it was fun to watch her squirm.

“Th-then get to it before I force my way out of here and b-back to the 212th barracks to find someone who will make me cu- ahhh,” Crosshair didn’t let her finish his sentence, removing his hand from her thigh and moving it to her clit, rubbing it furiously. She screamed, feeling her insides tighten around Tech fingers as he began to thrust them in and out of her in time with Crosshairs against her clit.

“You will be doing no such thing you bratty girl,” Crosshair growled in her ear, biting the lobe as he continued to circle her clit with ernest.

“Th-th-then make me c-cum,” she whispered, her voice airy as they worked her body over. She was panting, her breath coming out short as they pleasured her and brought her toward her end.

“We will satiate you darling. Do not worry about that,” Tech added, speeding up his fingers inside of (Y/N) weeping pussy. He watched as her eyes rolled back and her throat bobbed, trying to take it air as she moaned loudly.

“Fuck! T-tech, Cross please,” (Y/N) begged, her legs begin to shake violently as they brought her to the edge.

“Cum for us mesh’la, cum on our fingers,” Crosshair said. His words sent her over the edge along with their ministrations, moaning as she came hard on their hands. The men guided her through her ecstasy, feeling her body convulse as she came down from her orgasmic high.

(Y/N) blinked rapidly, trying her best to come back to reality, both her legs now back in the ground. She no longer felt Crosshairs hand around her neck, instead she felt both his and Tech’s hand against her sides, both of them kissing along her neck and cheeks, drawing her back down to land.

“You did so well for us ad’ika.”

“Such a good girl for us. So tight as well.”

The praise made her whine, her legs shaking as she relished in the attention they bestowed upon her and her body. But now she wanted to feel them, skin to skin and heated bodies against hers.

“Armour off, now.” This time it was (Y/N) who growled at them, hands coming up to pry Tech’s chest plate off. Both men chuckled and stood away from her, beginning to discard their armour with practiced movements. She watched them intently, memorizing every move they made, every clasp, magnet and button that kept their bodies from her.

It’s not like she hadn’t seen them all in various states of undress before, she was their medic after all. But this was different, intimate, hot and heavy, she was seeing them naked for pleasure rather than their physical health. Even with their blacks in, the boys all looked amazing, their physique well maintained for the good of the army.

Her mouth watered as their armour came off, Crosshair moving on to his blacks while Tech still had a few pieces to remove. She reached forward to help Tech, her hand moving to his cod piece and removing it for him. Their eyes met and he leaned in, kissing her lips delicately, as if she would break with any further pressure. But he knew she wouldn’t, she was too stubborn to and she had proven that time and time again on the battle field.

Once Tech’s armour had been fully removed, (Y/N) pulled away from the Kiss, turning to look at Crosshair who had just finished removing his top blacks and had moved onto his boxers, pants discarded first. She watched as he smirked at her and slowly, teasingly, pulled his boxers down his thin yet muscular legs. She couldn’t help but eye his erection as it sprung fee, the hard appendage hanging out and proud waiting for her.

(Y/N) took the moment to approach Crosshair, pulling him in to a kiss by his neck, lips meeting sloppily as her other hand took hold of his cock. He grunted at the sudden contact, not expecting her to be so bold. She pumped his cock firmly, running her palm over the tip and feeling beads of precum dripping down.

“Feel so heavy in my hand Crossy,” she whispered against his lips, running her tongue along her own lips, “can’t wait for you to fuck me. You feel so big.”

Crosshair groaned, the feeling of her hand around his cock something her had only ever had the pleasure to dream about. He leaned forward and kissed her again, this time with more force, making her take a few steps back. She backed him right up into Tech’s arms, the giggled man having removed all his clothing as well.

(Y/N) swapped hands, removing her hand from behind Crosshairs neck and instead, moving it down to his dick. With her other hand she grabbed Tech, jerking him off the same way she was doing to Cross. He moaned, his head falling back as he relished in her grip on his manhood. (Y/N) leaned over and kissed Tech, her lips almost eclipsing his as she did so. He returned her enthusiasm, on hand finding its way into her hair just as he had down before they got to the barracks.

(Y/N) pulled away from the kiss and keened, feeling so well taken care of by these men. She got down on her knees, still between them both and took Tech into her mouth, moaning at the little bit of precum she managed to get off his cock.

“Fuck mesh’la, you do that so well,” Tech said, watching as she sucked him off. (Y/N) continued to jerk Crosshair off while she gave some attention to his brother, being mindful that they both deserved her. She popped off of Tech’s cock and moved her mouth to Crosshair’s, taking the tip in her mouth and sucking on dutifully. The snarky sniper moaned, one of his hands finding the top of her head and petting her hair like massiff.

“So good at sucking our cocks an’edee, feels so good,” he praised her. That praise went straight to her cunt, (Y/N)’s legs clenching together as she took in what they were saying, how they were praising her.

She sucked at them hungrily, pulling them both closer to her so she could take their cocks in her mouth together. Both men groaned at her display, not expecting such a performance but pleased with the outcome. She sucked on both their tips, hands reaching down to fondle their balls gentle, being mindful of how sensitive they could be.

“Fuck cyar’ika!”

“Such a dirty girl you are mesh’la.”

She pulled off them once more, jerking there cocks a little longer before standing up, kissing Tech sloppily before doing the same to Crosshair. When she pulled away from the sniper she was panting, so much running through her head but the main thing was how she wanted them to fuck her, finally.

“Need you both, please. Need you inside me,” she moaned, both men putting their hands on her and feeling her body up once more. They looked to each other and nodded, as if having a silent conversation which happened more time than she could count. It was something the Batch did well, speaking without words and understanding with having to hear any.

Tech took (Y/N)’s wrist and slowly moved her hand off his cock, bringing it up to his lips and laying a kiss to the back of it. It was such a loving gesture for such a debaucherous time, (Y/N)’s lustful grin turning to a soft smile.

“How do you want us love?” Tech asked, eyes blazing with desire and need. But there was also a hint of concern in his gaze. He didn’t want her to get hurt in any way from this, he wanted it to be fun.

“I want you both, together at the same time. Please?” She said looking between Tech and Crosshair. The latter smirked, mimicking Tech’s actions of moving her hand to his lips, placing a kiss to the back of it that was far too delicate for the silver tongued sniper.

“Of course an’edee, we’re going to fill you up so good,” Crosshair said, his words a promise which made her moan and nod frantically.

“Please.”

Tech guided them all to (Y/N)’s bunk, laying down with his head against the pillows and stroking himself with a slight smirk. (Y/N) watched with big doe eyes as he did so, mouth watering at the prospect of finally having them.

“I’m going to have your beautiful pussy while Crosshair has your ass. Is that okay with you mesh’la?” Tech ask and (Y/N) nodded again, moving onto her bunk and straddling Tech’s hips. She was thankful that their temporary barracks were bigger than those on the marauder and had much better cushioning. Crosshair got on the bed behind her, his hands on her hips as he kissed up her back.

“Can’t wait to fuck that tight ass of yours cyare, ruin it for anyone else who dare to even think about you other than us.” Crosshairs words sent a shiver down (Y/N)’s spine, her pussy clenching around nothing as she imagined having them both.

Tech guided (Y/N) to look at him, bringing her head down so that he could kiss her. He did so softly at first before it began to get heated again, his hands in her hair as he moved to hover over his cock. There were no words exchanged as he slowly began to guide (Y/N) onto his cock, both moaning at the relief it provided.

“Fuck Tech, you’re so big,” she whined, pulling away from the kiss and bracing herself against his shoulders. The goggles clone smirked, bucking his hips a little in a teasing manner.

“I’m glad you think so darling,” he replied, voice strained as he refrained from fucking up into hurriedly.

Crosshair has left the bed but returned quickly with a bottle bacta-based lube, squirting a generous amount on his dick. He pushed (Y/N) forward, forcing her down so that her tight hole was visible to him.

“Fuck an’edee, such a pretty little hole you have here. Can’t wait to fuck it up,” he said. Crosshair’s words were filthy, his eyes dark and lustful as he poured line onto her ass. She gasped slightly at the cold sensation but was quickly distracted by Tech pulling her into a kiss. (Y/N) moaned into the kiss, feeling his hips finally meet hers as he sheathed himself fully inside her.

It was a few moments later at (Y/N) felt the tip of Crosshair’s cock again her hole, body tensing slightly at the feeling. She had done it to herself before, using toys that she suck onto the marauder, but this was the real deal. Crosshair and Tech both caressed her sides, coaxing her to relax and the sniper slowly pushed in. (Y/N) let out a drawn out groan, trying her best to relax as instead, focusing on the trooper below her.

“You are doing so well cyar’ika, such a good girl for us,” Tech praised, watching her eyes roll backward as Crosshair continue to push in.

“So tight ad’ika,” Crosshair said, his voice strained. He was almost fully inside of her, Tech lifting her off his cock until only his tip remained inside. She whimpered at the loss though it didn’t last long as Crosshair finally filled her from behind.

She moaned, the dual sensations and the fullness she was experiencing was a whole new level of pleasure that she hadn’t ft before. Slowly Crossshair pulled out and Tech pushed back in, filling her cunt up with his cock once more. (Y/N) couldn’t help the sounds coming out of her mouth, her eyes glazed over and not a thought in her head besides the two men fucking her.

“Fuck yesss, fuck me so good,” she said as Tech and Crosshair set a good pace, one pushing in as the other pulled out, always making sure (Y/N) had a cock inside her. They kissed and nipped at her body as they fucked her, their pace slowly speeding up as they got more comfortable. It was a dream com true for them both, getting to fuck their girl like this even if they were sharing her.

"Does that feel good ad’ika? Do you feel filled up by our cocks?" Tech growled in (Y/N)’s ear, hands on her hips as he thrusted into her pussy. Her head was resting on his shoulder, hands in either side of his head as she tried to move her hips against them both.

"It feels so f-fucking good,” she cried out, not even trying to hold in the sounds that Crosshair and Tech were forcing out of her, “more please, need more- nghhhh.” They both smirked at her cries, both pleased with how pliant and submissive she had become. Their confident, independent little medic was now a whimpering mess between their bodies, all sense of reality being slowly transformed.

"You're doing so well for us. You’re our little barracks bunny, aren’t you an’edee?” Crosshair spoke seductively in (Y/N)’s other ear, kissing down her back as he thrusted into her from behind, one hand in her hair and the other on her ass, giving each cheek a good spank every now and then.

"You were made for us,” Tech said, his thrusts somehow becoming more forceful. His cock was reaching places inside of her cunt that she had only ever read about on the holonet, her pleasure skyrocketing into the unknown places. She could only moan at Tech words, nodding against his shoulder and feeling the tug of Crosshair’s hand in her hair.

"You're such a good girl,” Crosshair said slyly, his voice dripping with sin and desire as he too picked up the pace. (Y/N) moaned and gripped the sheets underneath Tech a little tighter, her lips finidng their way to his neck and biting down, marking him with her own love bites.

Tech grunted, his hands tightening their grip on (Y/N)’s hips as his stuttered, holding her down against him as Crosshair continued to fuck her ass. She screamed, the feeling of both of them inside her at once was pure ecstasy. Up until now they had thrusted in and out at opposite times, one in and one out but now they had taken it to a whole other galaxy.

It also didn’t help that they were above average in their sizes, their enhancement making them larger than most. Crosshair’s body was lean, not much meat on his body but he was quite muscular. A six pack of abs with a smooth chest and a thin silver happy train leading down to his impressive endowment. He was thick, veiny and cut to perfection, his cock heavy though not as long as expected but still longer than average. Looking down a little more, his balls hung low and were ready to burst with his load.

Tech on the other hand was a little more built, his muscles a little more defined in the arms though still lean in the body. He too had a six pack of abs with a prickly chest and a longer, brown happy trail leading to his cock. Tech wasn’t as thick as Crosshair but what he didn’t have in girth, he made up for in length. His cock was long and weeping, veiny like Crosshair and cut as well but it hung a little lower between his legs. His balls hung just as low as Crosshair, full of his seed and ready to fill their girl up with all of it.

"I'm your good girl," she moaned, bucking her hips and trying to encourage Tech to start thrusting again. He did so without hesitation, thrusting his hip in time with Crosshair and filling her up with both their dicks together. It was a tight fit, pure unbridled pleasure for all three, relishing in the warmth of their conjoined bodies.

"So dirty. You enjoy having two of us don't you?" Crosshair said, his grip on her hair still tight and painful but pleasurable all the same. (Y/N) could barely nod in acknowledgment to his words, to wrapped up in the sensation of her nether regions being torn apart.

"I do. I enjoy it so much, mmm-" she moaned, her moan turning into a scream as they sped up their pace even more, skin slapping against skin and balls slapping against each others. At this point they didn’t even care, they just wanted to fill her up, cum inside her tight walls and let it be known to anyone that she belonged to them and them alone, The Bad Batch, that is.

"Can you feel us both? Deep down I know you can. Are we making you feel good?" Tech said, words to tight as her brought one of his hands down to her clit, rubbing hard circles against the sensitive bud. (Y/N) moaned, coming without warning and drenching them with her cum. She was panting as they fucked her through it, not stop even as she became over sensitive.

"So good, It feels so good. I can feel you both so far inside, Keep hitting that spot- ohhh," she moaned, voice hoarse and almost inaudible from how much she had exerted herself.

"She's shaking, can you feel it Vod?" Crosshair said, watching (Y/N)’s legs tremble, running his thumb up and down her spine as he thrusted into her even faster than she thought he could.

"Indeed I can, it feels so good,” Tech answered, tight lipped as he focused on his thrusts, wanting to draw another orgasm from the woman before he came. He wanted to make her cum in his cock again, wanting to feel her clench around him.

"Look at her face, she's so gorgeous,” Tech said to Crosshair, the sniper leaning over as best her could and taking a hold of (Y/N)’s chin to look at her face. Her eyes were cloudy and wide, tongue out and breathing uneven. She was so cock drunk that it made him grin wickedly, their mission accomplished even before they had filled her up.

"P-please, it feels so good,” (Y/N) said, hips bouncing against Tech and Crosshair, trying to entice them to cum with her. She had almost no words to describe how good they made her feel, how full she was and how she wanted them to cum inside her.

"Are you almost there ad’ika? Are you going to cum for us again?" Crosshair said, emphasizing his words with another powerful thrust. Her reached around her body with his unoccupied hand, grabbing at her chest and pulling at her nipples which made her scream.

"Yes yes yes yes please! Please don't stop please!"

And they didn't. Not until they had emptied themselves inside her and she had squirted all over them, both men praising her for the display.

Deep heavy breathing and sweat covered bodies are all that were left, cuddled up on (Y/N)’s bunk. She was content and fully satisfied, scratching Tech’s head and Crosshairs back, both men sighing in contentment. They laid there in bliss, the afterglow of their orgasms making them all feel relaxed.

That’s when the door to the Barack’s opened, three pairs of foot steps making their way in before the door closed again.

“Well well well. I hope you saved enough energy for us Mesh’la.”

Oh shitttt

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[dystopicjumpsuit]

The Night Before Someday

A/N: Happy (slightly belated) birthday to my dearest @wings-and-beskar! I wrote you some smut. 💛

Pairing: Cody x Reader (GN)

Rating: M - Minors DNI

Wordcount: 1.6K

Warnings and tags: fluff; roofies mentioned in passing; somebody other than Cody tries to hit on you; SMUT; oral sex; teasing; minor dom/sub dynamics; orgasm delay; established secret/forbidden relationship.

Summary: Did you read “Someday” and feel a burning desire to know what happened the night before? Look no further! This is that fic.

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79’s was hot, loud, and crowded. The heavy beat of dance music pulsated through the dense, smoky air of the club. The 212th was on shore leave, and you could swear that all 42,000 troopers in the battalion were currently either in line for the bar or grinding on the dance floor. You weren’t the only nat-born officer in the place, but you still stood out in the sea of clones, and every so often a drunken trooper would hoot your name or cheer raucously as you passed.

The energy was frenetic. To tell the truth, dance clubs weren’t really your usual scene, but it was the first night of leave, and it was expected that the senior command staff would put in an appearance. It wasn’t so bad, though; the troopers were rowdy but unfailingly respectful, and as you headed back to your table after braving the line at the bar for a refill, one of your very favorite trios found you and pulled you inexorably into their orbit. 

“Didn’t think we’d see you here tonight, Major,” Wooley said as he slung his arm over your shoulders with an easy (if somewhat wobbly) smile.

“Why not?” you asked.

“Figured you’d have somethin’ better to do than hang out with the same faces you see all day every day,” Waxer grinned.

“What could possibly be better than this?” you asked, gesturing at the sticky, sweaty crowd.

“Probably just about any nat-born cantina,” Boil replied.

“Oh, we have more than our share of shitty dives,” you replied. “Plus my chances of having my drink roofied are probably lower here than just about any bar in the galaxy.”

“‘Specially with us watching your back,” Wooley said. He was slurring his words a bit, and his arm was ridiculously heavy on your shoulders, but you had a feeling his night was just getting started.

“Surprised you aren’t at the table with the rest of the command staff,” Boil remarked.

“I was on my way back when you waylaid me,” you laughed.

“Eh, we’re more fun anyway,” Waxer said with a charming smile.

Privately, you couldn’t help but agree, not that you would ever, ever say it out loud. Waxer, Boil, and Wooley didn’t have to worry about presenting a dignified facade the way the senior officers—including you—did. 

You drew a breath to reply, and suddenly, a Mirialan tripped and stumbled into you. She righted herself quickly, apologizing profusely in an Outer-Rim trade language. You replied fluently in the same language, reassuring her and asking if she was all right. She nodded and excused herself quickly, and as she left, you checked to make sure she hadn’t swiped your credits.

“Kriff, it’s hot when you do that,” Wooley said, leaning a little closer to your ear.

“What, check to make sure someone didn’t rip me off?” you laughed.

“No, when you speak Sy Bisti or whatever that was,” he replied.

“Meese Caulf,” you said.

“I don’t know how the commander keeps his hands off you when you’re translating for him,” Wooley said a little over-loudly.

Yeah, he’s definitely had enough to drink, you thought.

If you were honest, you liked Wooley just fine. He was sweet and funny, he had great hair, and he looked like… well… a clone trooper. Enough said. You might have considered reciprocating his interest if it weren’t for two very important factors. One: you outranked him by several degrees, and you’d have felt weird about it even if it weren’t officially forbidden for you to fraternize with him. Ironic, all things considered. 

Two—

“Because I don’t fancy a court martial, and I suspect the major doesn’t either, so I’d suggest you keep your hands to yourself,” a voice said from just behind you.

His tone was mild, but all four of you snapped to attention instinctively, and Wooley dropped his arm and put several inches in between himself and you for good measure.

“Yes, sir! Sorry, sir,” Wooley said sheepishly.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to,” Commander Cody replied. 

“Er, sorry, Major,” Wooley mumbled.

You kept a perfectly straight face as you reassured Wooley, then extricated yourself from the group and made your way back to the command staff’s table with Cody. 

Once you were out of earshot, you asked, “Court martial? Don’t you think that’s a bit excessive?”

Cody arched a quizzical brow. “Just looking out for my officers.”

“Careful, Commander. People might start thinking you have an interest beyond strict professionalism.”

Under the guise of steering you around a group of rowdy, drunken troopers, Cody rested his hand on your lower back, and you felt his fingertips graze your bare skin, just beneath the hem of your shirt.

“We can’t have that,” he murmured. He leaned in slightly to whisper in your ear. “I wish I could dance with you.”

You suppressed a smile. “How much longer do we need to keep up this charade before we sneak back to my flat?”

“One more drink ought to do it,” he said. 

You glanced down at your cocktail. “Mine’s already half gone. I’ll leave first so nobody suspects.”

“You know, Wooley was right about one thing. You are hot as kriff.” He pressed his fingers into your back gently, then withdrew his hand as you approached the table where the rest of the senior command waited. “Door code still the same?”

“Always.”

You were in the kitchen chugging the galaxy’s largest glass of water when you heard the front door swish open. By the time it closed again, you were already in Cody's arms. As your lips met, he picked you up and spun you around until you shrieked with laughter. When he set you down, he held you steady until you regained your footing, then slid his hand up your back to hold your head as he leaned his forehead against yours and took a deep, slow breath in and out.

“Hello,” you smiled.

“Hello,” he replied. “I missed you.”

“It's only been an hour,” you pointed out.

“An eternity.” He kissed along your jaw until he reached your ear, whispering, “A lifetime.”

You shivered as his breath tingled across your skin. “Welcome home.”

A quiet rumble of pleasure sounded in his chest at your words. “Let's go to bed.”

“Tired?” you teased.

He slid his hands down your body to grip your ass, pulling you hard against him. “Not even a little bit.”

That’s a kriffing lie, you thought, knowing exactly how busy and exhausted he was, but you weren’t about to call him on it when his lips tasted so perfect, and his body felt so strong and solid and warm, and his hands roamed over you, touching and teasing and exploring. You didn’t even notice that he was expertly guiding you backward through your flat until he leaned you slowly back onto your mattress.

“Excellent diversionary tactics, Commander,” you said as he kissed down your throat and sternum, deftly unbuttoning your top as he progressed.

“Mm,” he murmured, unzipping your trousers and sliding them down your hips. “That’s Marshal Commander.”

Your laugh turned into a gasp as he tugged your underwear out of the way and his tongue caressed your skin. 

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he whispered, gazing up your body as he stroked his fingers over you softly. He trailed kisses down your pelvis and swirled his tongue over your sex. “I could never taste you enough.”

Oh, gods, but he tried. He devoured you with all the skill and passion of a man deprived too long. He took his time, luxuriating in your smooth skin, your warmth, your scent, your taste, your quiet moans, your desperate whimpers, your frantic squirming beneath his lovely mouth. 

Ever the strategist, he used every tool at his disposal in his relentless pursuit of your pleasure: fingers, tongue, lips—even his teeth: grazing them gently across your tender flesh, then smoothing his tongue over you in soft, comforting strokes. He drew you closer and closer to your climax, refusing to hurry, even when your whimpers and moans gave way to pleading and sobbing as heat pulsed relentlessly through your veins, so close: so close, and yet just out of reach. 

And then—he stopped.

You nearly screamed in frustration. “Damn it, Cody!”

“Manners,” he chided.

You growled. “I am going to get revenge for this.”

“I have no doubt,” he replied, kissing you softly and then brushing his thumb over his swollen lips. “Now ask nicely.”

You gritted your teeth and took a deep breath. “Please, sir, will you let me come?”

He gave you a devilish smile and lowered his head back down to your body, devouring you with renewed enthusiasm, and within seconds, he brought you to the precipice.

“Please, please, please,” you chanted.

He groaned, a deep, gravelly sound that vibrated on your skin, and with a dexterous movement of his fingers, he pushed you over the edge. You let out a hoarse cry, for once not concerned about keeping your volume down, as your hips thrust up off the mattress. He pressed you back down as he kept going, eagerly taking everything you had to give, until you were twitching and writhing helplessly beneath him.

At last, when he’d wrung every last drop of pleasure from your body, you fell back, breathing hard as you slowly relaxed against the pillows. He looked up at you with a self-satisfied grin, and you narrowed your eyes vindictively. Wrapping your legs around him, you flipped both of you over so he was lying on his back beneath you, gazing up at you with blatant adoration.

“My turn,” you murmured.

Didn't read "Someday"? It's here, and it's fluffy as hell!

[meshla-cyarika]

Romance on Felucia

Pairings: Cody x AFAB!reader

Word count: 1,112

Tags/warnings: 18+ only! Established relationship, fingering, penetration, p in v, neck kissing

Summary: It's been a long week and all Cody wants to do is look after you.

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The sun is sinking into the horizon, painting the Felucia town in yellow, orange and red. If you were to look up, you'd be able to see the shadow of the venators hanging just out of orbit.

A sigh leaves your lips and you roll your shoulders to try and get rid of all the kinks and knots. It's been a long week. Atleast the Felucia people allowed you and the rest of the Republic troops to reside in their town for as long as you need. The houses Obi-Wan and yourself were given aren't the most glamorous houses in the galaxy, but they're the best that they could offer. It's the thought that counts and you'll honestly accept anything over sleeping on the floor.

The wooden door creaks on it's hinges, as you pull it open and push it shut behind you.

"Wondered when you would turn in for the night." Cody stands from the desk he was working at and strides across the room to encapsulate you in a deep embrace. A content sigh slips past your lips, as you wrap your arms around him in return. Cody, your beautiful cyare, is the only thing that's made this campaign bearable.

You release a hum in response, too busy savouring the feeling of him pressed agaisnt you without his plastoid in the way.

"That bad, huh?" Cody chuckles, pulling away from the hug to place his hands either side of your face. You push yourself onto your tiptoes to press your lips against his. Cody hums into the kiss moving in the familiar dance you both share. The kiss was supposed to be chaste and tame, but as Cody nips at your bottom lip, you can't help but willingly open your mouth, clumsily following his movements.

"Cody." You pull away and he just moves onto your neck, sucking marks that Kenobi and your Commander will inevitably tease you about.

"Hmm?"

"Wanna shower," Cody pulls away from your neck to give you his best bedroom eyes, "as in a proper shower."

"Can I still join you?" He asks.

"Sure," he places a kiss on your forehead, "you stink too." A yelp escapes your lips, when he pinches your waist.

You leave your saber on a nearby table and walk into the bathroom with Cody following. You don't even get the chance to raise your hands, before Cody is skillfully untying your robes.

As soon as your last garment hits the floor, you step under the shower head and set it to just the right temperature.

Cody steps in behind you and begins massaging your shoulders, causing you to let out a grateful hum. "You're really tense."

"Jinx and Tune have befriended your pair of chuckle brothers. They make me want to rip my hair out of my own head." You say in reference to Boil and Waxer.

"Yeah, they'll do that." Cody can't help the chuckle that escapes his lips at the thought of his brothers tormenting you.

The silence that follows is soothing. The hot water combined with Cody's hands manages to smooth out all the knots in your muscles. Your arms ache from the constant movement of using your saber, along with moving debri and supplies out of the way. So, when you fail to wash your hair completely twice, Cody takes over.

You let yourself enjoy the sensation of his fingers working through your hair for a few minutes, but then you become hyper aware of his half hard dick occasionally bumping agaisnt your hip. You had originally thought that you were so exhausted that you couldn't even get aroused, but it seems he's always able to prove you wrong.

There's still suds sliding down your back, when you turn around and slot your mouth against his. He kisses you back like he's been suppressed from physical touch for years. You allow him to back you up agaisnt the shower wall and you almost wince at how cold the tiles are.

"Someone's earger." You say between hot, open-mouthed kisses.

"You started it." He says back, before raising one of your legs to hook around his waist and you take that as a signal to take the leap of faith into his arms. Cody holds the back of your thighs, as your ankles cross behind his back. "What happened to being tired?"

"Guess you're going to have to tire me back out, Commander." You purr agaisnt his ear. A borderline growl resonates in his throat and he doesn't hesitate to sink his index and middle finger knuckle deep into your cunt. A wail rips from your throat and you lean your head back agaisnt the cool tiles.

"Been thinking about you all day." He curls his finger just at the right angle, tearing a moan from you. "Sat in that room, waiting for you, and all I could think about was fucking you into that matress, about how you clench around me when you're so close."

You'd almost be embarrassed about how you're already on the edge of ecstasy, if you were awake enough to care. The coil inside of you tightens and tightens and-

"Cody?!" His pulls his fingers from you and has the audacity to suck them clean.

"Sorry, cyar'ika, I couldn't help myself." Cody gives you a shit eating grin that you're about to smack off his face, but your train of thought crashes apart when he finally thrusts his dick all the way to the root in one go.

Your back arches off of the wall, as he sets a brutal pace. There's a burning sting at the stretch, but you relish in the pain. Cody doesn't fail to hit that special spot inside you over and over again.

"Oh, fuck! I'm not going to last long!" You tuck your face into his neck to suck marks into his sun kissed skin.

"Cum for me." His words send you over the edge and utter pleasure sparks all the way down to your feet. You slump against him and you can't help the way your inner muscles spasm erratically.

"Cody-!" The overstimulation is almost too much, but three more weak thrusts agaisnt you have him hurtling over the edge and he spills his load deep inside of you. Thank the Maker the GAR insists on birth control implants.

"So," Cody leans away from you to look you in the eyes, "did I tire you out?"

"Shut up." You slot your mouth agaisnt his.

Nothing could've prepared you for Obi-Wan confronting you about wasting water rations, then seeing the necklace of purple marks hanging around your throat and tormenting you about it for the rest of the campaign.

[cynfulworld]

I'm lying herel, trying to imagine what it wrote feel like to eat you out, and I need to know if you shave down there?

A.

I do so love being on your mind darling. No I don’t shave, I wax. I love the sweetness of warm wax being spread on my pussy and then the delicious pain of it being ripped off. The waxer using their firm fingers to rub oil onto my skin to soothe it afterwards, always fuels fantasies for me. The sweet little bonus is that for a couple of days after I’m so sensitive, pussy slaps have an extra sting and I just can’t help myself ☺️💋 I do hope that helps 😉 xoxo

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Heeeey , congratulations for the 700 followers ! 💚

I would like to request the two prompts :

"Anything worth dying for is certainly worth living for." (Joseph Heller, Catch 22) and "For you , a thousand times over." (Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner) with Fives x reader, if you please 🥰

Thank you, and I'm looking forward to read your next fics 💕

@griffedeloup Thank you so much for your second request love! And another Fives one at that! Ahhh I love Fives.

Okay this one isn't as fluffy as the first one I wrote for you, but I still hope you enjoy it.

Love oo.

Come Back To Me

Warnings: Character death, tears, guilt, betrayal, vomiting, emotions, Umbara arc, grief, lost of trust, fear, kissing, I think that's it. If I miss anything please let me know.

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There was a heavy, unbearable silence that hung in the air as everyone looked at each other. The 212th and the 501st were beyond devastated. It was one thing to lose brothers in combat because they were fighting enemy forces, but to lose brothers because they’d been set up by their own General was even worse, and to be the ones responsible for killing your vode was contemptible and sickening. 

You fought your tears, as you held your hand on Waxer’s wound doing your best to try and stop the bleeding, even though everyone knew there wasn’t any hope. As much as you fought to, you couldn’t help it when your eyes locked with Commander Cody’s confirming what everyone already expected, you slowly shook your head, there was nothing you could do for him. It wasn’t long after that Waxer breathed out his last and closed his eyes for the final time. 

With a huff you threw down the bacta gauze, you needed to get away from there, you needed to breathe, to recoup, you didn’t hesitate as you got up and walked, well practically ran away. You were angry. Annoyed. Grief stricken. Guilt ridden. There were simply too many emotions at once you were trying to deal with and being around everyone wasn’t helping. 

Rex did what any good Captain would do as he rushed after you and grabbed your arm calling your name, trying to do his best to comfort you, “Hey, stop. It’s not your fault. What happened to Waxer, it wasn’t your fault.”

“Let. Go. Of. Me.” You yanked your arm away from him, harshly ripping it from his hold; maybe you shouldn’t have been so short tempered or even so angry, but he had to know they weren’t the only ones that were hurting. Especially, since it was your blaster shot that hit Waxer,  and even as a medic, it was your job to save him. You were supposed to save him, and yet you failed him, all of them there too. 

Your feet carried you as fast as they could to a secluded spot. You couldn’t take one more pair of eyes staring at you. One pair of eyes asking you why this happened. Just because you were a civilian contract, somehow, you were supposed to have the answers? As soon as there was silence and relative peace, you bent over vomiting the contents of your meagre dinner on the ground of Umbara. The tears were free flowing as it all came crashing down on top of you. Your knees gave way as the last barrier you had, broke down; guilt overriding any other emotion at that moment. 

You didn’t hear him come up behind you, not that you ever did; you simply felt his comforting arm wrap around you, pulling you into his chest, as his other hand guided your head to his shoulder, holding you there as his body practically wrapped around you as he kneeled beside you. 

“Cyar’ika” Fives whispered, “It’s not your fault. None of what happened is your fault. It’s not ours either.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your head, holding you close as you sobbed your heart out, he felt like your soul was being torn in two as he tightened his arm around you, “I got you, cyare. I got you.”

You held on to his arm, needing his warmth and touch to ground you; this wasn’t something you’d been trained for; sure you were a combat medic, but you were trained to handle droids, hostile aggressors not … to be fraked by your own General. Not to be responsible for the deaths of fellow clone soldiers, friends, brother-in-arms, men you’d shared drinks with; this wasn’t supposed to happen.

About an hour later Rex and Cody had come up with a plan to arrest General Krell, once they laid out the details to their, in your opinion, kamikaze idea, you couldn’t keep silent as you shook your head at their strategy.

“I’m sorry, you guys are just going to walk up and arrest him! Because a man who’s psychotic and sets his own men to attack each other will just say, ‘Oh okay, I’m under arrest.’?!”

“Cyar’ika …” Fives reached over and squeezed your shoulder trying to calm you down, “it needs to be done.” He glanced over to Rex and Cody, silently asking them to give you both a minute. Once you and he were alone, Fives gently cupped your cheek, “What’s wrong?”

Tears began sliding down your cheek as you shook your head, “I can’t … I can’t lose you. Any of you. We already lost so many, Waxer, Hardcase, Ringo, Oz, Echo, Trap, Redeye, Mixer, Denal, … maybe not all here on Umbara, but … I can’t lose you, too.”

Fives pressed his forehead against yours, “Cyare, you’re not going to lose me.”

“How can you know?” Your voice choked as you asked, fighting back the warm lump that was rising in your throat along with your fears and your worries.

“Because anything worth dying for is certainly worth living for; I’d lay down my life for you and for my brothers, but I want to live, love. My dear, you are worth living for, and I want to live for you. For us. I will come back to you. I will kill anything and everything that ever tries to stop me from getting to you.”

You let out a breath, you hadn’t realized you were holding as you pressed your forehead to his chin, “You have to promise. Promise me, you will come back to me.”

“For you, a thousand times over. I promise, I will always come back to you.” Fives tilted your head to look into your eyes, those eyes he loved so much. The ones that captured his soul the moment he met you, “Never will I ever stop fighting to come back to you. I love you.” 

You didn’t hesitate, closing the distance between you both as you pressed your lips to his, wanting to remember how he felt against your lips, the taste of his lips, and the warmth of his mouth. He pulled away, kissing your cheek and neck quickly as he pulled you in for a hug. 

“We’ll be back soon. Look after the wounded. I’ll come back for you.”

“You better, or I’ll bring you back from the dead and kick your ass.”

Fives chuckled as he held you tight, “I’ll hold you to that.” You felt him pull away, you looked at him one last time before he put on his helmet, joining Rex and the others as they went to confront General Krell. You closed your eyes and pushed the worry and fear aside as you focused on the wounded that needed your help. 

All you could do is wait to hear whether they’d been successful or if you’d have to find a way to kill him yourself. 

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[hello-there-cyarika]

Hive Troopers!

But what if the Kaminoans crossed Jango's DNA with some sort of Nabooian or Alderaanian honey bee? It probably helps them communicate on the battlefield, and obviously they get the benefits of not needing a jetpack! I've got a lot of thoughts about these boys, but I'll just give some of the basics for now:

The troopers can use communicate sort of like a hive mind! It's not as sophisticated as using communicators, but they can convey feelings and vague ideas

Their antennae are very sensitive! They can be used to sense touch, smell, taste, some vibrations, temperature, and more! I think that ARFs like Waxer and Boil would probably learn to use them with a lot more skill through their training, in the same way they'd learn to use more complex or advanced HUD modes.

I think that troopers' stingers would be closer to the stingers that wasps have: retractable, and doesn't cause them to die after one sting by getting ripped off.

Troopers' wings are also probably way more durable, I can't imagine the Kaminoans sending them into battle with anything fragile like that, so they probably modified the DNA. I think the wings are pretty flexible instead of being breakable.

I'll go into this more another time, if anyone is interested, but I think that the distribution of internal organs would be significantly different with the addition of the secondary abdomen.

The boys are FLUFFY!!!

I think that the fluff would be kinda waterproof (I mean,,,, they grew up on Kamino and all) but on the other hand I think it'd make fire waaaay more dangerous. I think that blaster bolts could also cause the fluff to catch fire....

Can they make honey? yeah dude they're beeeeeees

They probably made space-mead out of it lmao

I have a lot of feelings about the way cadets are grown in little tubes land sleep in tubes on the walls like bees use honeycomb for their larvae and its all in large curved structures and how the whole thing seems just a touch like a hive......

They can DEFINITELY dance maps like bees can!!!! The ARCs and ARFs are the best at it.

They don't have compound eyes, but they do have hexagonal pupils!

I'm gonna doodle more of this whenever I have time, so let me know if you want to see anything specific, or have any fun ideas from this? I'd love to talk about them!!! <3

I also want to say that I have been VERY heavily inspired by @mothask! Please go have a look at their amazing fluffy moth boys!

@yukipri's winged au is also a huge inspiration for this! Y'all have GOT to go check out "Take Flight, Brothers All" on ao3 it's SO GOOD!!

And finally, a lot of the ideas I've developed about the bees' ARF training have come from the Reconstruction Corps AU (specifically Open Skies), created by the amazing @cacodaemonia!! I've got a lot of plans for Wax and Bo as ARF bees that I'm so excited to get started on!

So much love and appreciation to all of my inspirations!!!!! <333333

I have no idea if anyone's made anything like this before lol, but if anyone has I'd love to know!!

<3 I do not give my consent or my permission for my art to be re-posted or reuploaded on this or any other website <3

[elthadriel]

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss for Cody/Waxer/Boil?

It’s really just a combination of unfortunate positioning and having been awake for long enough that Boil had forced himself to stop keeping track.

Boil’s helmet comm crackles, Butcher’s voice coming through patchy and full of static. “Commander Cody, this is LT Butcher reporting.”

Cody’s helmet hangs at his waist, visor smashed beyond all reasonable use. He speaks into the comm at his wrist instead. “Butcher, report.”

Boil’s throat constricts, anxious nausea rolling through his stomach.

“Made contact with Waxer and his unit,” Butcher says. He sounds as tired as the rest of them, but the relief in his tone gives away the good news even before he continues. “All accounted for. Some minor injuries to attend to, and then we’ll join you at the extraction point.”

“Minor injuries?” Patchwork says from somewhere behind Boil. “After the scare they gave us they couldn’t have mustered up something more dramatic?”

Boil barely hears it. The news takes a moment to sink in, for the numb dread he’s been nursing to be replaced with jubilant relief. It only takes another moment for him to remind himself where he is, and the professionalism that’s expected of him. Unfortunately before that second realisations hits he does something uncharacteristic and provides Patchwork with the drama he’s looking for.

Boil rips off his helmet and grabs the man closest to him, laying one right on the man’s mouth. He realises what exactly he’s doing as soon as their mouths make contact and then he’s wrenching himself backwards, eyes wide.

The only saving grace is that Marshal Commander Cody of the Third Systems army looks more confused than annoyed.

The silence is uncomfortably dense. The longer Cody stares at him the worse it gets, morphing into something that squirms in Boil’s gut and makes him feel like a cadet still too young to have been fitted for their first set of armour.

“Sorry, sir,” he croaks. “I didn’t mean to…”

He looks around frantically, looking for some sort of help. The rest of the men are either staring with the same horrified expression as Boil would aiming towards himself too, or very deliberately not looking. Maybe there are still Seps left after all. Maybe they can mount a surprise attack and save him from his own stupidity.

”Didn’t mean to what, lieutenant?” Cody asks. The confusion has faded into a terribly familiar expression. Cody’s eyebrows are raised in a challenge and Boil is too busy dying of mortification to even consider how he might avoid the trap he’s about to be walked into.

Boil’s going to open his mouth and make it worse. He doesn’t have any other choice.

“I…” he says, mouth too dry to continue. He’s going to combust and Cody is going to watch with mild amusement. Boil licks his lips trying desperately to find his voice again.

He probably can’t taste Cody. It’s probably just his imagination.

Patchwork is an excellent sergeant. He’d earned himself a reputation by throwing himself on a grenade and saving Commander Tano’s life two weeks after she was deployed. It seems he intends to make a habit of it.

Patchwork whistles.

Cody’s eyes snap away from Boil to Patchwork.

“Something to say, sergeant?”

“Always, sir,” Patchwork says, hauling himself to attention.

Boil takes the mercy his brother has shown him and slams back on his helmet, hiding his flaming face and shuffling away as quickly as he can manage. Cody will notice anyway, but he doesn’t turn back, accepting Patchwork’s noble sacrifice.

“So when I ask for volunteers to inventory what’s left of our ammo, I assume that means you plan to offer you and your squad.”

Patchwork doesn’t hesitate. “Of course, sir.”

Cody snorts. “Get to it then.”

Patchwork’s squad groans, but hoist up their kit and follow after the martyr.

Boil manages to pretend that Cody isn’t looking at him again until Cody huffs. In the corner of Boil’s eye Cody loosens up, expression finally softening into amusement. Boil glares at his kit as Cody approaches—Cody might not be angry, but that doesn’t mean Boil can stand the embarrassment of continuing the conversation.

Cody doesn’t stop, but passes close enough that he can reach out and clap Boil’s shoulder.

“Not while we’re on duty, trooper,” Cody says.

Boil splutters, jerking his head up just in time to see Cody smirk before he’s all business again, returning to organising the rest of the extraction.

Waxer might not survive today after all—he’s going to die laughing when he hears about this.

[the-bi-space-ace]

I’ve Got You

Summary: in the safe room after half of their team was infected with a deadly drug Echo holds Rex through his final moments

This! I had something written with this exact same premise but then I remembered that I had the perfect opportunity for a dark AU of the Calling Me Home series. This is set in Chapter 11 of Keep These Shadows Out where instead of The 212th arriving in time and saving everyone Rex, unfortunately, doesn't make it.

Warnings: whump, Major Character Death, blood

Tagging people I think might want to read this one: @saturn-sends-hugs @phantom-of-the-501st @happybean17 @writingmonet

I apologize in advance for the tears :'(

“He’s so hot, Cody. Hunter can’t stop throwing up. He’s going to dehydrate. They both are.” Echo shut his eyes as Hunter started heaving again. He couldn’t listen to Hunter anymore, so ill he couldn’t sit up. And Rex, lax and shaking in his lap as the poison ripped apart his insides. Cody was watching him with big, sad eyes. Sadder than he’d ever seen before. “We need water. They need a medic. They need a medic now.” Their mission had gone to shit, regardless of if they finished it or not, and now it was like the world was caving in. Half of them were infected with the drug, painful symptoms ripping apart their bodies, while the other half tried to hold them together. The only solace they had was Cody’s strength. When it came to Cody he always thought the commander knew what to do, knew how to handle it. 

Until Echo’s world crumbled in a matter of minutes. 

The next time Rex coughed it felt like a bomb went off in his chest. He felt it, the gurgling noise practically shook Echo’s body. Something was wrong. So much worse than he thought. Rex was practically convulsing, chest stuttering as Echo held his brother in his lap.  

“Talk to me, Rex!” Echo yelled but the man didn’t seem to hear him. Echo felt along Rex’s neck for anything out of place, getting nothing but a minor stir that made his veins turn to ice. Echo’s eyes searched Rex’s for something, anything, finding frantic fear in place of typical confidence.  

Cody put a finger to his comm. “I need a back up! Now! Captain Rex is down, I repeat, captain Rex is down!” 

“We are still an hour out, commander.” Waxer’s voice was immediate, pained. 

An hour. Rex didn’t have an hour. They were lucky if they had ten minutes.

Rex’s body shook, blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth, the smell drifting through the air and stinging Echo’s nose. Options flashed through his mind. He could leave, attempt to take a ship and fly them out of there, but they wouldn’t make it in time. The med kits were an option but they were all empty, used already to treat the infected troopers and now left barren. They were out of options. 

Echo tried to ignore the gasps for breath that Rex was taking in. The sounds only made his hand shake worse, his mind spiral. Instead he cuddled his brother closer, shutting his eyes when Rex flinched as if he’d been burned. 

“An hour. Only another hour - see!” Echo assured, squeezing Rex’s shoulder in comfort. “You just have to hang in there.” Rex was writhing. His body squirmed as if trying to get away, trying to wrench himself away from Echo’s touch. He didn’t want to hurt Rex, never wanted to hurt him. Tears filled the big, terrified eyes of his captain - his brother - and rolled down his cheeks. Rex opened his mouth but the wheezing breath he took made him cough, body contorting in pain while his lungs tried to expand. Echo couldn’t stop the fear from rising in his chest, choking him. He didn’t want Rex to hurt but the man was in shock, barely recognizing who was touching him to begin with. 

Fuck this drug and this fucking compound. 

They weren’t going to take Rex away from him. Not his big brother. Nobody was taking Rex from him. 

Echo bit his lip to keep from making a noise as he rested his cheek on Rex’s forehead, watching horror dawn on Cody’s face. Beyond him the rest of their team was watching - the batch, Obi-Wan - all of them silently pleading the same way Echo was. There was a shout from Rex that ended in a whimper, one that made Echo have to hold his breath not to react. His heart pounded as the writhing started to settle, at least for the moment. The warmth and safety of Echo’s body curled around him soothing his fever-addled mind. He cradled Rex to his chest, attempting to avoid upsetting him further. “Don’t worry. I’m here. You have nothing to worry about.” Rex let out a cough so wet, so soaked in blood, that Echo’s chest plate was splashed in red. 

He didn’t want to think about how Rex’s body was burning up, how easy he was to maneuver, how he hadn’t spoken in what felt like ages, how Cody’s eyes had grown glassy. Echo’s hand shook but he didn’t let it deter him from hugging his brother closer, rocking the man in his lap like he was a child and carding fingers over short buzzed hair. 

“Don’t move. The 212th will be here any second.” Echo put a hand to Rex’s chest. His heart sank, heavy with grief. His body was starting to still, breath coming out in panicked puffs, his fingers clawing at Echo’s arms to try and bring his only comfort as near as possible. Echo let him, allowing himself to be held tightly, hearing the desperate sobs that were now tearing apart Rex’s throat. They were losing him. He was confused, afraid, and they were his only safety. 

Rex wasn’t making it an hour. They’d be lucky if they got ten minutes. 

A wretched sob tore out of Rex’s chest and Echo nearly flinched. All he could do was curl protectively around the man in his lap and hope. Hope he was going to make it out of this alive.

“I - uh,” Tech had appeared by Cody’s shoulder, holding out a rag, a deep frown set into his face. “You should wipe his mouth. The blood…” Echo couldn’t move, didn’t want to untangle himself from the cocoon he’d formed. Instead Cody took it, sniffling as he dabbed the blood around Rex’s mouth. 

The door to their safe room opened then, Crosshair walking through it but pausing when he spotted the scene on the floor. His helmet was off the second Echo looked up at him, kneeling down next to them and casting wide eyes around the room. Hunter, Wrecker, and Obi-Wan were suffering in near silence, huddling as they took their symptoms as well as they could. 

A broken whimper eked out of Rex’s mouth and drew Echo’s attention again. He shushed Rex as he began drawing tiny patterns over his scalp in the way he knew the man loved. Gentle, sweet, soothing. At times it was the only thing that put Rex to sleep and he was hoping it brought enough comfort to distract from the pain that must be rippling through every bone in his body. 

Rex gasped, hands loosening their grip on his armor but desperately clawing to remain conscious. Echo squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the sting. Rex’s face had paled considerably, worsened by the red blood that covered his chin, stained his cheek. Wide, terrified eyes searched Echo’s face, settling when his thumb brushed against a blood spattered cheekbone. 

“It’s okay, Rex. I won’t leave you. You're not alone.” Echo’s voice broke and another whine came out of Rex’s mouth. “I love you so much. You hear me? I know you’re tired. I understand.” Tears rolled down Rex’s face and Echo brushed them away with his thumb, salty tears mixing with rusty blood. Rex’s eyelids drooped, body relaxing into Echo’s lap as life began to drain out of his face. “I know it hurts. You can let go. I’m right here. You’re safe with me.” Fuck, it hurt his chest to say it out loud. To grant permission, to give Rex what he needed to stop fighting. 

As a last goodbye, a little comfort to accompany Rex as he died, Echo leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. He could remember all the times someone he loved had done this for him. Fives, when Echo had his first ever nightmare, writhing while his brain tortured him with images that plunged his body in ice. The gentleness of Fives’ voice had terrified him more than he’d expected but he’d relaxed when Fives kissed his forehead, fingers scratching his scalp to soothe away the pain. 

Months later he had been confined to a bed, terrified and delirious with fever as a disease tore apart his body, infected his muscles and left him gagging at the mere smell of food. He’d refused to stay in bed, actively endangering himself by trying to escape the medics who were trying to heal him. Echo hadn’t understood then. His fever brain didn’t remember who they were - despite the careful observation from Kix - and wanted out. It wasn't until Rex sat in the cot with him, brushing sweaty hair off of his sweat slick forehead and whispering gentle soothes while pressing a kiss to the skin that Echo calmed. He remembered what it felt like to be cared for and comforted. He remembered the love he’d been given. 

And this was his chance to give it himself. 

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Echo whispered against the skin, rocking carefully as the trembling calmed. The whines in his ear quieted to gasps and Echo had to hold his breath to keep from letting Rex see him grieve. 

The last breath took Echo by surprise. It was as if the world paused. The body in his arms stopped shaking, lungs stopped breathing, and Rex’s eyes stared at the ceiling, unblinking. He didn’t even recognize it for a split second, still holding his brother in his arms and not knowing that he was gone. Not until Cody dropped his head, breath punched out of him. That’s when Echo lifted his lips from Rex’s forehead and stared down at the now still face of his big brother. A man that protected him, guided him. A man he never thought he would lose. 

A sob tore through him before he could stop it, clutching Rex tightly to his chest in a desperate attempt to comfort himself. Hot tears slid down his cheeks while he begged, pleading for this to be a nightmare. This wasn’t real. Rex wasn’t gone. He couldn’t be. He can’t. 

No one dared to touch him, to try and pull him away. They left him to grieve, losing control on the floor of the safe room, silence only broken by his horrid cries. Control wasn’t possible, not now, not when he had Rex’s blood on his hands and his body in his lap, clutched to his chest.

His big brother was dead. 

[jeudibeudibea]

howdy pardners, allow me to nerd out bigtime for you all.

i finally (mostly) finished the designs of my clone trooper OCs. i present to you Dorn Squad, of the 107th Special Tactics Division!

these guys are based off of old lego clone characters i had growing up :) i started writing a fanfic some time in middle school but sadly permanently deleted it, never to be seen again, so all of their original names and identifications were gone, as well as the tales of their and their Jedi companions' adventures! as far as i remember, they spent most of the war hot on the trail of a mysterious lightsaber-wielding rogue agent, who wanted nothing to do with either the Republic or Separatists, but was considered a threat to the GAR's operations. or, rather, Palpatine's grand plan.

in order from left to right, top to bottom:

officers: Captain Decker (CT-4303), Lieutenant Cooper (CT-3366), Sergeant Moor (CT-7983)

NCOs: Corporal Spring (CT-4937), Corporal Drift (CT-8731)

Troopers: Private Tene (CT-2859), Private Bale (CT-1195), Private Coil (CT-6378), and a basic Teal Company grunt design.

i will follow this up with the additional designs and a lore post for these particular characters soon :)

here is the colour palette so far (minus the greys and blacks):

i know the blue is pretty similar to Howzer's troops from The Bad Batch, and i tried to make it a bit distinct from that. Howzer's blue is a bit more saturated and slightly less green, from what i can tell. overall, though, i like the slightly desaturated accent colours! i think they turned out well and still work great together.

i didn't have much of a reason behind the first designs, which is why some are far simpler than others. i didn't actually start out making these for specific clones, i just was drawing helmets lol, but i revisited them a few days ago and started assigning them to the squad, and changed the designs somewhat to fit their personalities :)

i always liked the endless possibilities of characterising clones through their armour designs ever since i noticed Echo and Fives (RIP my boy) each had little Z-6 rotary cannon drawings with "For Hevy" on their Phase I 501st armour, and Waxer (RIP) had a drawing of Numa on his helmet. the state of their armours kinda say a lot about them individually, and makes it all the more sad when they erase all of it come time of the Empire (and TRAGIC when they regain control of their own minds and start to question Order 66).

idk, i like them so far! i have to actually do another squad from the 107th, Ash Squad of Grek Company (these guys are green lol i like to mismatch my legion colours). and then i will complete the profiles of the helmets, and start working on the armour designs as well!!!

[queen-of-mandalore]

Em’s Star Wars Rewatch Part 32:

The Clone Wars #30 - Umbara

4x07: Darkness on Umbara

I have both been excited for and dreading this arc. It’s one of the best in the entire series but I was so tense through the whole thing.

The design of Umbara really adds to the ‘fog of war’ aspect of this arc. The fact that it’s constantly dark and foggy and unknown. The terrain and wildlife are enemies in of themselves.

It’s interesting that this is one of the few times where they are fighting people rather than droids. It makes it more real. We see several of the clones shoot the Umbarans almost point blank and fight hand to hand.

The Umbaran weapons are so interesting and such cool designs.

‘I can’t even see the enemy!’ ‘That’s why they’re called the shadow people Tup!’

Hard case and Wrecker would get on so well.

This episode really highlights why Anakin is such a good general - he allows Rex to take a lead, listens to his strategy calls and fights alongside his men. It comes into stark contrast with Krell.

As soon as Krell showed up I became so angry. He might honestly the most hated character in all of Star Wars. At least with the villains such as Palpatine and Maul you kind of love to hate them. Krell I just hate.

The way Rex blinks in surprise when krell makes the insulting comments about clones - he’s just not expecting it having been so used to working with Anakin and Obi-Wan. The same as when Fives just stares at the lightsaber when Krell threatens him like he can’t even believe it.

Even in this first episode you can see Fives’ rebellious spirit. He’s the only one who openly questions Krell.

4x08: The General

You can see how hard Rex is trying to keep things together. He doesn’t agree with Krell, his men are dying but there’s nothing he can do.

This episode highlights how the men admire and respect Fives. They all listen to him when he argues against Krell’s plan. Rex knows this, shown by him asking him to ease the men’s minds.

‘Men. Not clones, men!’

I love Hardcase and Fives together. I bet Hardcase reminds Fives of Hevy.

Poor Kix just wants to save the wounded. Him telling Rex he sounds just like Krell must have hit deep.

The weird caterpillar tanks the Umbarans use are so cool.

I love the way Fives is just manically laughing whilst piloting the Umbaran ship. He was having a great time.

The shot with fire reflecting in Krell’s eyes goes so hard.

The fact that Krell would question whether Rex understands that losses are essential for victory after Rex has lost so many brothers makes me so angry.

4x09: Plan of Dissent

Why does Fives look so hot leaning like that?

I love Fives trying to lie to Krell in the hangar - gives major Han in ANH vibes. Plus the fact that Hardcase seems to be one of the few clones who can actually lie somewhat convincingly.

Hardcase saying they will be sneaky when he has to be one of the least sneaky of all the troopers lol

Dogma and Tup just don’t want to get into trouble, I don’t think we can blame them for that.

The fact that Anakin has told Fives the story about how he blew up the droid command ship as a kid. It’s a small detail but it really shows the relationship Anakin has with the clones seeing as he seems to chat and shares stories with them.

RIP Hardcase - live to fight another day.

Of course Rex tried to take the blame (despite telling them he couldn’t help them if they were caught) but Fives would never allow that. They both have so much loyalty to their brothers.

Krell just wants obedience - that’s all he cares about.

I will forever love Fives’ speech, it’s so powerful.

Watching them unknowingly kill one another hurt my heart. Rex’s voice when he’s screaming at them to stop was just heartbreaking. All their reactions were just too much.

Poor Waxer. The lone tear running down his face 😭

This episode shows Rex’s character development. If you think back to season 1 he would never have even considered turning against his general, no matter what they did.

‘It’s Captain, sir.’

‘I used to think being a good soldier meant doing exactly what they told you.’

Dogma is such a fascinating character. When he realises Krell has been using him you really feel his anguish.

I think making Krell a traitor and a follower of Dooku makes this arc slightly less dark. At the end of the day there is still a line drawn between good and evil. Krell is the bad guy. It would be interesting if they hadn’t made that choice, if Krell wasn’t trying to destroy the republic, he just didn’t care about clones’ lives. It would have made it a lot messier and I think the moral dilemma for Rex would have been even greater.

‘All I know is that one day this war is going to end’. ‘And then what? We’re soldiers. What happens to us then?’

This arc is so good. I wish we had more clone centric arcs as this proves they are among the very best.