fluffy bf!kix (my headcanons)
a/n: yawn just shower thoughts lowk
afab reader
warnings: none
thinking about bf!kix who never gets grossed or weirded out by the fem anatomy experience, who kisses your forehead when you accidentally bleed on his sheets in your sleep. you're burning up in embarrassment as he whispers, "it's fine, baby, don't worry about it..." and cleans it all up by himself. then he proceeds to take care of you for the rest of the day, rubbing your stomach and bringing you all your cravings, but the sweetest treat of all is when he hugs you close, murmuring, "you feeling okay? anything else i can do?" in that soft, worried tone he always has toward you.
thinking about bf!kix who seems to literally teleport to your side when you get a minor cut from handling something sharp. he hears you curse under your breath and suddenly appears out of nowhere, immediately taking your hand to inspect the damage. you shake your head and insist, "kix, i'm fine..." but he's not convinced, his eyes locking with yours as he gently slips your injured finger into his mouth, his tongue slowly soothing the stinging pain away. he blows on a bit and kisses it. "let's get this cleaned up, yeah?"
thinking about bf!kix who always has his eye on you. he slips a glass of water into your hands because he knows you get headaches. he leaves your meds at your bedside so you don't forget them. he stays up all night to nurse you back to health, not worried about getting sick himself. even when you're completely fine, like relaxing on the couch with your legs draped over his lap, suddenly, he mumbles, "where'd you get all these bruises?" while turning your calves over to observe the purplish dots scattered throughout your skin, the random ones you don't even know how they appeared.
thinking about bf!kix who blushes when you tell him he'd be such a good dad, waving off your compliments with a quick shake of his head. he avoids your gaze as he imagines your stomach full and swollen with his baby, his cheeks reddening from such a shameless thought. "aw, i don't know..." he says quietly, "but i appreciate that."
thinking about bf!kix who has literally seen it all - taking care of his sick, injured brothers, always on the border of life and death with his job as a medic. also helping war-torn families across the galaxy, mothers, fathers, and children who've been fighting for their lives all alone until he showed up. "you're gonna be okay," he's learned to say a lot. "it's gonna hurt a little, okay? just a second..." he's more soft-spoken compared to his brothers, and you don't think he's ever raised his voice at you, not in anger, at least. and yet, his gentle nature is his strength, the kind that doesn't waver under pressure.
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Boba x fem!reader, angst, smut, feels, (happy ending)
Almost lost myself
Couldn’t stop myself
I did it all
You can blame it on me
- Blame it on Me, Post Malone
Translations (Mando’a)
Mesh’la - beautiful
Cyar’ika- sweetheart
Cyare - beloved
***
You looked out over the desert. Tears slid down your face in rivulets. The suns were setting. It was getting colder. But there was no one there to keep you warm. You wrapped your arms around yourself and thought of Bo’s words.
“You think he cares about you? He’s just throwing you in my face while we fight.” You had bristled, about to respond. But she had continued. “You think it’s been only you for the past couple of months? Just last week we fucked. He came so hard, I wonder if you’re even taking care of him.” She laughed at your shocked expression, “Ask him.”
Blindsided and stung by her revelations, you had stupidly turned from her and walked around a corner. You kept going, not noticing where you were heading. Tears formed behind your eyes. You reached the end of a hangar and slipped inside a transport ship. It was quiet, the air stale and full of dust you’d disturbed. Finally you let yourself sob as you collapsed into a chair. Was it really true? Your body buzzed with emotion.
Your memory turned to when he had first noticed you. An entertainer on the pleasure level, you were one of many beautiful creatures at his disposal. As far as you knew, he didn’t sleep with the entertainment. You figured he preferred his type - merc or fighter, not someone softer like you. You had twirled around his table lithely, thinking nothing of it. But after your shift a droid had appeared before you, “You are invited to His Excellency Fett’s afterparty on the barge.” You had tried to decline, but it turned out it was less of an invitation than originally presented.
Dancing on the barge the night air, you had gotten cold and tried to discreetly climb down to where a fire was burning. Just as soon as you had reached it, you had felt someone approach from behind. Spinning around, you let out a surprised yelp in Fett’s face. He was un-armored now, and his dark eyes shown amusement. Never having been this close to him while he was dressed down as it were, you were curious.
“Hi,” you said softly, the fire crackling behind you.
“Good evening, mesh’la,” he said smoothly, unconcerned. He looked you up and down.
“Mm, what can I do for you, sir?” You asked shyly.
He grimaced, “Don’t call me sir, for one. Makes me feel older than I already am.” He ran an index finger down your upper arm to your wrist, then let his hand fall away. He tilted his head slightly, seeming to be debating something. Finally he said, “Do you want to go for a walk? I’m tired of this party.”
You nodded and took his offered arm. He slowly escorted you off the barge and down onto a deck. The two of you continued to a path that led around the old Hutt palace. Boba had made polite small talk, asking your name and making you flush with subtle compliments. Then he had tested the waters. In a darkened area, he had pulled you off the path and pressed you against a wall. His hands had slid up your top slowly until they cupped your breasts. He leaned in and kissed you while his hands traveled back down your body to the waistband of your skirt.
Wrapping your arms around him, you had felt him pull your skirt and panties off. You moaned softly then, excited and curious to know what he’d be like. His lips found yours and drew you into a slow kiss. His hands grabbed your asscheeks and lifted you up. Spreading your legs around him, you moaned softly as he unhurriedly undid his clothing. The anticipation made your pussy ache. Finally his cock came into contact with your wet entrance. He slid back and forth in your folds, making you beg him to penetrate you.
Grinning slightly, he had thrust up into you slowly, dragging it out. When he finally bottomed out in you, you felt stretched to the max. The delicious burn of his cock stretching you out made your pussy gush. He had rumbled low in his chest before starting to fuck you sharply. You had held on to him as he took what he wanted, fucking your pussy mercilessly. You had cum, the ferocity of his fucking bringing you quickly over the edge. Praising you, he had brought you to a second orgasm before grunting into your ear as he pulled out, cock spurting cum on your inner thigh.
You two had walked back to the party arm in arm, you giddy and smiling openly.
***
You slunk out of the transport ship. Fully back in the present, you went to Boba’s rooms. You had started to think of them as your and Boba’s rooms. How foolish you had been. You bit your lip until it bled to keep from crying anymore. When you reached the bedroom, you were surprised to see Boba already there. He appeared to be waiting for you. You exhaled softly. Somehow, he knew already. You swallowed hard and tried to face him bravely.
“I know… you and Bo talked earlier.”
You burst into tears. You turned from him, trying to hid your face. He took several steps towards you, then stopped. You hugged yourself, still facing away from him. You pursed your lips, refusing to utter a sound.
After a strained moment, he continued, more softly, “I’m… sorry she confronted you like that.”
You shook your head, thinking only of your heartbreak. Your chest hurt. It felt like it was collapsing in on itself. You breathed a sob.
“Can we… talk?” His voice was soft, almost pleading. But you still obeyed as if it were a command. You nodded your head, then hung it sadly.
“We did… have sex last week.”
You tried to not have a reaction to his words, but your knees grew weaker.
“I don’t know why. It was random.”
You felt like you couldn’t breath. Your head swam confusingly with good memories. Tears covered your face and hit your collarbones and chest. You just wanted him to hold you.
“It’s… it’s okay,” you whispered. “Who am I, anyway? I’m a nobody.”
There was silence behind you.
“I — I’m just a distraction. I know.” Your voice wavered and became so weak you weren’t sure he would be able to hear you.
It all made sense, why you’d sat in his lap on the throne. Why he’d allowed you to touch him so freely in public. It was to needle Bo. You felt a fool. Your knees gave out and you sank to the ground. You put your hands in your lap and stared at the tears that fell on them.
“I never meant to hurt you. You have been so good to me. Better than I deserve… as you know.” His voice was carefully modulated.
You shivered. Suddenly being under his gaze was too much. Humiliation filled your heart. “I, I know I have some things here… sorry… I’ll remove them tomorrow.” You wrung your hands, then put them on the floor and pushed off. You shakily stood, carefully facing away from him. He didn’t speak. You kept your shoulders curved and your head down and slunk off. You couldn’t be so near him, knowing you meant nothing and he had come to mean so much to you. You had started to fantasize about a future with him.
Crying softly, you made your way back to your old quarters. They were untouched, just as you had left them. It didn’t comfort you. You curled up on top of your sheets, not bothering to tuck yourself in. Laying there, you cried yourself to sleep.
***
You tried to not think about how any other morning, Boba’s arm would’ve been wrapped around you. You laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. You felt your face. It was puffy and you felt congested. Not only did you feel like shit, you probably looked like shit too. After washing up and dressing, you looked in the mirror. You looked defeated. You couldn’t help it.
Walking to Boba’s rooms, you could barely breath. He wouldn’t be there of course, he would be busy with the day by now. You keyed in the door code. The door slid open soundlessly. Quietly, you made your way through his extravagant rooms to his bedroom. You stood in the doorway, looking at the bed. It was unmade. Had he spent the night alone? It was none of your business. Starting to cry, you quickly gathered your things with trembling hands. Bleary eyed, you left unceremoniously for the last time.
***
You had decided work would be good. You arrived early and checked the roster. Tonight you would be serving drinks. Dressed in the appropriate outfit, you headed out to start your shift.
It was easy to ignore him in his armor. You thought of him as an inanimate object; a statue. Fennec’s gaze followed you for part of the night, but eventually her curiosity seemed to wane. You doubted you would speak with her again. You felt obscure, safe in anonymity. You continued serving drinks to unappreciative guests, feeling better than you had recently.
***
Days turned to weeks. You grew comfortable in your little routine. It was almost like before. You smiled and laughed with your friends, you artfully dodged their questions about Fett. At night you laid awake, staring at the ceiling. Sometimes a tear would slid out of your eye. But you just brushed it away and closed your eyes to sleep.
You waited to see Bo and Boba together again. They were still avoiding each other. You supposed Boba had another pet, but you didn’t look up at his table to see.
You waited to feel attracted to someone else. But you felt dead inside. After work one night, you slipped out a door to the desert. You walked a little distance up a dune and stood in front of the setting suns.
Bo’s words ringing in your ears, you thought about leaving the palace as the suns finished setting.
***
You packed your little bag and made your little plans. You felt stupid but you didn’t know what else to do. You put in your notice at the club.
Arriving early at the transport, you boarded immediately to get it over with. It was empty. You ignored how that was a bit weird and settled into your seat. You gripped your bag in your hands until your knuckles hurt. Your stomach roiled. You didn’t want to cry. Someone sat directly next to you. You politely averted your gaze, not wanting conversation. But the stranger leaned in, “Mesh’la.”
Your eyes widened at Boba ‘s soft voice and your head whipped around. He was regarding you seriously. “You’re going to leave?”
You looked at his face in stunned silence. He looked down with his eyes, “I don’t… want you to go.”
Not understanding, you continued to stare at him. “It’s… the end for me and Bo,” he paused for a reaction. Receiving none, he continued, “You’re who I want.” He softly grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand off your luggage. He intertwined your fingers with his. “Say something… anything.”
Gobsmacked, you started to cry.
“Please, cyar’ika,” he used a rare term of endearment. It snapped you into reality. You looked at him.
“What I want is you. I thought you were angry. I didn’t think you were going to leave… me.” He leaned slightly closer.
You parted your lips, but not a sound came out. Then, very quietly, “But I’m not like her. I- I’m just a nobody.”
“Stop calling yourself that.”
You shrugged as he leaned in further to kiss your cheek. You realized it was wet with tears. He lingered but pulled away. “Come home, put your things back. Stay.” His fingers tightened around your hand.
“I can’t— I don’t wanna be your pet anymore.” You bit you lip slightly, chin sticking out.
“Okay,” he said simply.
Sniffling, you looked him in the eye suspiciously. He smiled softly, “Come home with me, cyar’ika.” He stood then, pulling you out of your seat. You dropped your backpack on the floor. He kissed you tentatively, but with your acceptance he deepened it quickly. His hands were all over you.
“Mm, someone could come in here,” you said, breathing heavily and wishing for privacy.
“No one else is coming. I had them cancel the transport. And I locked us in here.” He shrugged at your shocked expression, “What?”
Smiling mischievously, you slipped out of your jacket and kicked your boots off. You leapt into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands went to your ass to support you as you peeled your top off. Hungrily, he nestled into your tits, kissing up to your throat. Biting you, he said softly, “I’ve missed you so much. My bed… our bed… has been empty. Every night I would hope that you would come back.” You held back tears as he continued, kissing your throat softly, “I thought you were punishing me. I deserved it.”
He kissed up to your mouth. Looking you in the eye, he said, “Every night I would watch you serving drinks to other men. I was jealous. That you talked to them, looked a them. Smiled at them. I wanted you so bad. I didn’t think you’d… leave me.” He look distressed. Wounded, maybe.
“The whole time… you were what I wanted,” you confessed.
He kissed you softly. “Please stay with me. You’re my other half… my cyare.”
Leaning down, you kissed him deeply. He returned it passionately. “Make me yours again,” you whispered. Groaning softly, he pulled your skirt up, revealing your panties. Struggling with his own clothing for a moment, he growled impatiently. You felt him pull your panties to the side. Your pussy clutched in anticipation, and you heard yourself already moaning his name.
“Cyare… you’re mine,” he grunted as he entered you. It had been a long time. The both of you moaned and held on to each other as he pushed his shaft inside if you. “Dank ferrick, you’re so tight,” he bottomed out in you. Grunting, he rutted into you harshly. It felt so good, you threw your head back and wantonly called his name. The otherwise quiet ship echoed with your obscene vocalizations.
“I’m so close already,” Boba’s thrusts became desperate. He groaned your name loudly as he continued to fuck into you. “I… I want you so bad,” he moaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck. His strokes hit deep in your cunt, assaulting your g spot mercilessly. You felt yourself at the precipice of orgasm. You tried to tell him, but ended up moaning senselessly as your pussy clamped down on his cock. “Ungh,” Boba tried to speak but was overcome by your orgasm. You felt yourself still in the throes of orgasm and collapsed over him, moaning and writhing. “Fuck, cyare,” he managed before he stilled, grunting. You felt his cock pulsating in your pussy as he came in you. “Fuck,” he repeated breathlessly. He stayed frozen, holding you to himself with his strong arms.
“Ever gonna let go?” You asked after a moment, amused.
“No. Never again,” he said softly. Kissing the top of his head, you became emotional as you said, “Good.”
He sat down, keeping you in his lap. He looked up at you seriously. “What do you want? A ring?”
You considered,” Yeah… but for now let’s just be together.” He smiled. “Yes, cyare.”
***
Bo plopped down beside you and Boba. Perched in his lap, you felt superior. “So, your pet is back, hmm? Got over her hurt feelings?” Bo looked at you derisively. Your lip quivered very slightly. Boba put both arms around you. “She’s my cyare,” he addressed Bo directly.
“You never called me that.”
“Because you never were.”
She seemed taken aback momentarily. “Well if I want more of you… you’re easily replaceable.”
“Go find less, then,” Boba was unbothered. He turned to you, “Let’s go. I’m bored.” He swept you up into his arms and stood, setting you down very carefully. You wrapped your arms around one of his. He put his large hand over yours, gazing at you adoringly. Without a look back, the two of you went off into the night.
Summary: Trying to figure out your next move after your break up with Fox, Thorn befriends you.
Pairing: Fox x Reader, Thorn x Reader (Kinda)
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Sex mentioned, Angst, Jealous Fox
WC: 2.5K
A/N: I did it. I finally finished Part 3 for this story. Can't wait for Part 4 tbh. I really love Fox. But goddamn if Thorn hasn't started taking over my thoughts. Don't ask how many Thorn edits I watched on tiktok lmao.
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The next morning, you wake up confused, reaching for Fox and finding an empty bed. Slowly, you start to remember the breakup and your heart hurts all over again. Maybe you could take the day off. You were one of three receptionists at a doctor’s office, so it wasn’t like you’d be missing anything important.
You decide to send an email to your boss, letting her know that you aren’t feeling well today and that you think you need to stay home. She sends back an email confirming your time off and sends you a get well soon message. Your job was enjoyable most days, but today, you don’t think you could handle sitting there and keeping a straight face.
Maybe you’ll take a trip to the bookstore to distract yourself. Your kitchen is in need of a few groceries too. Finally, you throw yourself out of bed and grab a quick shower so that you can run your errands and come back and get into bed.
Pulling out a mug to pour a quick cup of caf into, you realize you’ve grabbed Fox’s silly fox mug that you got him for Life Day this year. Instantly, your chest tightens and a lump forms in your throat. Trying to ignore the feelings, you quickly put it back up in the cabinet and grab your other mug and sip your caf, looking out at the Senate Dome, trying to think about anything other than Fox.
Would Anakin Skywalker really help find the person responsible for the explosion? Would he be successful? How would he go about searching? What if he can’t find the person responsible? Would you be found guilty for something you didn’t do?
Fox wouldn’t let that happen. Right?
The streets of Coruscant are bustling with the news of yesterday. You wouldn’t be able to ignore it even if you tried. The newstands are full of “WHO DID IT?” “WAS IT THE SEPARATISTS?” and “ARE THE CLONE RIGHTS GROUP ACTUALLY TERRORISTS?”. You roll your eyes and continue walking down the street toward the bookstore, stopping when you see Thorn walking toward you. He takes off his helmet, revealing his blond hair being tied back with a band. Giving him a sad smile as you stop in front of him, you can’t help the little stomach flutter as you’re reminded of Fox.
“I was actually on my way to your place.” He tells you.
“You were?” You ask, curiously.
“I wanted to check on you.” He nods. “We all heard about you and Fox and I personally think he’s being unfair to you.”
“He has his reasons.” You shrug.
“Yes, but they’re bullshit reasons.” He smiles. “Fox isn’t always right.”
“No comment.” You chuckle.
Thorn gives you a wide smile. “I was thinking maybe I could take you out tomorrow night?”
“Are you serious?” You laugh.
Knowing Thorn for a while now, you think he has to be joking. Thorn is a silly guy a lot of times.
“I’m completely serious.” He tells you.
Shaking your head, amused. “Get out of here.”
“That’s not a no.” He leans down toward you, slightly.
“You and I both know Fox would kick your ass for even trying this.” You smirk.
“Maybe we could just make him jealous then.” He shrugs.
With a roll of your eyes, you start to walk past Thorn, still amused. “You want me to use you to make Fox jealous?”
“You can use me however you want, cyar’ika.” He follows you, bumping his elbow against yours.
“And just what do you get out of it?” You ask him, curiously.
“I just enjoy being in your company.” He smiles down at you again. “Think about it. I don’t need an answer right now or anything. Where are you headed, the bookstore?”
“Yeah, a place called The Spine. Ever heard of it?” You ask him.
“I know where it is. I’ll walk you.” He offers his arm.
Thinking about it for a moment, you take it and he starts walking you down the street. People always clear the sidewalk when they see a Corrie Guard coming. They still throw looks of disgust a lot, but Fox always ignored them. You notice that Thorn does the same as he walks and chats with you.
When you reach the bookstore, Thorn releases your arm so you can go in.
“Thanks for walking me and keeping me company.” You smile up at him.
“My pleasure. I’ll see you around.” He starts to walk away.
Watching him walk away, you quickly realize that maybe he could help you get Fox back. What if Fox saw right through it, though? Isn’t making someone jealous a tad immature? But, what if it worked? What if it made Fox realize he was being silly?
“What if your plan works and Fox wants to get back together?” You call out to him.
“Then, you can go back to him.” Thorn walks back toward you with a soft shrug and a charming smile. “I won’t stop you and there’ll be no hard feelings.”
“But?” You ask.
“But… maybe there’s a possibility you won’t want to.” He smirks, throwing you a wink. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow night.”
Before you can say anything else, he puts his helmet back on and walks away. Thorn has always been confident and smooth, but you never knew he had a thing for you. Did Fox know?
After you pick up a couple books and finish your grocery shopping, you head back home and debate whether or not you want to comm Fox. Glancing at your comm device sitting on the caf table, you pace back and forth debating whether or not you should. You miss him. But, if your plan with Thorn is going to work, then you need to step back and just go to bed.
“I really don’t know what to wear.” You speak into your comm the next afternoon.
“Wear that silky red dress. The one that goes to your mid thigh and dips in the back.” Thorn’s voice fills the room.
“You remember that dress?” You laugh.
You didn’t know Thorn even paid that much attention to you, but you suppose you shouldn’t be surprised at this point.
“Of course I do. That dress sent the entire Corrie Guard into a fit.” He teases you.
You think. Sometimes with Thorn, you can’t tell.
“Fine. I’ll wear that one.” You tell him with a smile, even though the memory of the dress sends a slight ache to your chest.
Thorn being as supportive as he was, was actually helping you. You didn’t want to be alone with your thoughts at the moment and he was a good distraction. Something tells you he doesn’t mind being a distraction for you.
“Good. Make sure to look good enough to make Fox regret his decision. Which shouldn’t be hard seeing as how you always look good.” Thorn tells you, smoothly.
You roll your eyes. “I’ll see you in a couple hours.”
“Looking forward to it, cyar’ika.” You can just hear his grin before he hangs up.
The nervous feeling in your stomach doesn’t go away the entire time you get ready. Would Fox see right past this charade with Thorn? Would he try to fight him? Maker, you really hope not. You’ve never seen Fox try to fight anyone.
When you finally think you’re done getting ready, you give yourself one last once over. The red dress did give you a certain confidence your other dresses didn’t. You really love this dress. Fox picked it out months ago when you were looking for new scrubs for work. When you saw it, you fell in love right away.
“You should get it. You’d look absolutely beautiful in it.” Fox purrs in your ear, pulling it off the mannequin for you to try on. “And out of it.”
You look around self-consciously. “I don’t know… You think I could pull off red?”
“I know you can.” He hands you the dress, kissing you before pushing you toward the dressing room. “It’s ‘Corrie Guard’ red.”
He follows you so he can see you when you come out. When you do come out, his jaw literally drops and he’s speechless for a good ten seconds before he can even try to utter a word.
“Does it look okay?” You feel yourself go warm in the face as you make eye contact with him behind you, in the mirror.
Fox stands up from the chair he was sitting in, coming to stand with you in the mirror. Sliding his hands around your waist, feeling the silk underneath his fingers, he leans in close so only you can hear him.
“I want to watch you in this dress and I want to watch you take it off.”
You barely make it to the dressing room, immediately slipping out of the dress as he shuts the door behind the two of you. You know this red dress is definitely coming home with you.
There’s a knock on your door, pulling you out of your memory, and you go to answer it. Thorn stands in the doorway with flowers and you can’t help but smile up at him. He’s wearing a black long sleeve button up and dark pants with his blond hair pulled back in a messy bun. He looks good, you think to yourself. The guilt for thinking that hits you and you push the thought to the back of your head.
“Look at you.” He lets his eyes travel up and down before meeting your eyes again. “Maker, Fox is a di’kut for letting you go.”
“Shut up.” You laugh, taking the flowers and reaching up on your fridge to get a vase down, but finding it to be a little too high, as always.
“Here, allow me.” Thorn politely offers before you grab your stepping stool.
“Thanks.” You smile.
Thorn easily pulls your vase down and starts to fill it up with water for you. You cut the stems down a bit so they’ll fit in the vase. When he sits the vase in front of you on your counter, you put the flowers in. Thorn stands there, leaning with a hand on the counter, watching you and smiling.
“I can feel your eyes on me.” You laugh.
“Sorry.” He grins. “Can’t help it.”
“You ready?” You ask him.
“If you are.” He offers his arm.
Taking it, you still can’t kick the nerves that seem to have permanently resided in your stomach.
79s is loud as always. Lights flash on the dancefloor as Thorn keeps a hand on your lower back, leading you over to the bar. The bartender brings you over a couple shots. As you down it immediately, Thorn orders a couple more.
“I knew you’d need something to loosen up.” He chuckles.
You shrug. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, mesh’la. Do you wanna go sit with the guys or would you rather dance?” He asks you in your ear.
“Let’s dance.” You decide, taking his hand and leading him to the dancefloor, not ready to see Fox yet.
Thorn pulls your arms up to rest around his neck and then rests his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. The music is almost too loud, you think. It’s been a while since you’ve been here. You can barely hear yourself think, which you think isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
“He’s watching you.” Thorn leans down in your ear to tell you. “Pretend to laugh.”
“Say something funny. He knows my fake laugh.” You tell him, amused.
“Grizzer puked all over Hound’s bedsheets last night and then Thire had to clean it because Hound couldn’t handle the smell.” Thorn chuckles. “Stone and I couldn’t do anything but stand there and laugh.”
You let out a genuine laugh. “Poor Grizzer.”
Thorn laughs with you. “That’s what I said.”
Thorn grinds to the music with you and you let him lead you, trying to sneak a glance at Fox. He’s staring at you and Thorn. Of course he is. You stop listening to the music, making eye contact with Fox. He looks angry.
Thorn realizes you’ve stopped dancing and follows your gaze over to Fox. Fox gets up and walks over to you, staring at Thorn.
“Your shift is about to start, vod.” Fox seems taller than Thorn somehow, staring him down.
“I’m not on shift tonight, vod.” Thorn smiles, slightly.
“I think you are, actually. Stone needs some help.” Fox tells him, firmly.
With a sigh, Thorn leans down and kisses you on the cheek. “I’ll see you soon.”
You watch Thorn walk away and then look at Fox when he’s out of sight.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” You ask him.
“He was going to miss his shift.” Fox shrugs, starting to walk back to his booth with Thire and Hound.
You grab Fox’s arm. “You had no right to do that.”
“I’m a commander. I have a little right, actually.” He leans toward you before starting to walk away.
“Shabuir.” You yell at him.
He stops and straightens back up before turning to look at you, clearly surprised.
“What did you call me?” He asks you.
“You heard me.” You glare at him.
“Go. Home.” He gives you a warning glare.
“Or what? You’ll arrest me?” You poke him in the chest.
You’re not sure where this sudden boldness is coming from. Perhaps the two shots you took. You would’ve never imagined a year ago, you’d be fighting with Fox like this, but he’s the one who broke up with you.
“I will if I have to.” He stares you down.
“Do it.” You shrug. “Maybe Thorn will come see me and then we can continue our date after his shift.”
“Alright, that’s enough.” Thire walks over, trying to break up your fight and lead you out.
When you hit the cool air, it sobers you rather quickly. You and Fox stare at each other, angrily. Thire lets out a long sigh.
“Whatever this lover’s quarrel is, it needs to end. Thorn is our brother.” Thire mumbles to Fox in Mando’a. “Right?”
Fox nods after a moment, waiting for Thire to go back inside.
“I don’t want to see you again.” Fox tells you, emotionlessly.
You’re fighting back tears. After all that’s going on… after all you’ve fought for… this is how he treats you. Maybe you didn’t really know Fox like you thought you did.
Silently, you grab a cab and head home. Unable to stop thinking about the way that Fox looked at you, like you were absolutely nothing. How could he treat you like that? How could you treat him like that?
When you get home, you take your heels off immediately, dropping them by the door. With an irritated sigh, you open your cabinet, grabbing a caf mug and a bottle of wine. Your night out may be over, but it doesn’t mean your entire night has to be. You can curl up on the couch and watch a holofilm and drink. Maybe it’ll help you fall asleep.
There’s a knock on your door as you pour your first glass of the night. With a sigh, you go and answer the door.
Thorn.
“Want some company?” He grins, holding a bag of snacks.
Summary: Trying to figure out your next move after your break up with Fox, Thorn befriends you.
Pairing: Fox x Reader, Thorn x Reader (Kinda)
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Sex mentioned, Angst, Jealous Fox
WC: 2.5K
A/N: I did it. I finally finished Part 3 for this story. Can't wait for Part 4 tbh. I really love Fox. But goddamn if Thorn hasn't started taking over my thoughts. Don't ask how many Thorn edits I watched on tiktok lmao.
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The next morning, you wake up confused, reaching for Fox and finding an empty bed. Slowly, you start to remember the breakup and your heart hurts all over again. Maybe you could take the day off. You were one of three receptionists at a doctor’s office, so it wasn’t like you’d be missing anything important.
You decide to send an email to your boss, letting her know that you aren’t feeling well today and that you think you need to stay home. She sends back an email confirming your time off and sends you a get well soon message. Your job was enjoyable most days, but today, you don’t think you could handle sitting there and keeping a straight face.
Maybe you’ll take a trip to the bookstore to distract yourself. Your kitchen is in need of a few groceries too. Finally, you throw yourself out of bed and grab a quick shower so that you can run your errands and come back and get into bed.
Pulling out a mug to pour a quick cup of caf into, you realize you’ve grabbed Fox’s silly fox mug that you got him for Life Day this year. Instantly, your chest tightens and a lump forms in your throat. Trying to ignore the feelings, you quickly put it back up in the cabinet and grab your other mug and sip your caf, looking out at the Senate Dome, trying to think about anything other than Fox.
Would Anakin Skywalker really help find the person responsible for the explosion? Would he be successful? How would he go about searching? What if he can’t find the person responsible? Would you be found guilty for something you didn’t do?
Fox wouldn’t let that happen. Right?
The streets of Coruscant are bustling with the news of yesterday. You wouldn’t be able to ignore it even if you tried. The newstands are full of “WHO DID IT?” “WAS IT THE SEPARATISTS?” and “ARE THE CLONE RIGHTS GROUP ACTUALLY TERRORISTS?”. You roll your eyes and continue walking down the street toward the bookstore, stopping when you see Thorn walking toward you. He takes off his helmet, revealing his blond hair being tied back with a band. Giving him a sad smile as you stop in front of him, you can’t help the little stomach flutter as you’re reminded of Fox.
“I was actually on my way to your place.” He tells you.
“You were?” You ask, curiously.
“I wanted to check on you.” He nods. “We all heard about you and Fox and I personally think he’s being unfair to you.”
“He has his reasons.” You shrug.
“Yes, but they’re bullshit reasons.” He smiles. “Fox isn’t always right.”
“No comment.” You chuckle.
Thorn gives you a wide smile. “I was thinking maybe I could take you out tomorrow night?”
“Are you serious?” You laugh.
Knowing Thorn for a while now, you think he has to be joking. Thorn is a silly guy a lot of times.
“I’m completely serious.” He tells you.
Shaking your head, amused. “Get out of here.”
“That’s not a no.” He leans down toward you, slightly.
“You and I both know Fox would kick your ass for even trying this.” You smirk.
“Maybe we could just make him jealous then.” He shrugs.
With a roll of your eyes, you start to walk past Thorn, still amused. “You want me to use you to make Fox jealous?”
“You can use me however you want, cyar’ika.” He follows you, bumping his elbow against yours.
“And just what do you get out of it?” You ask him, curiously.
“I just enjoy being in your company.” He smiles down at you again. “Think about it. I don’t need an answer right now or anything. Where are you headed, the bookstore?”
“Yeah, a place called The Spine. Ever heard of it?” You ask him.
“I know where it is. I’ll walk you.” He offers his arm.
Thinking about it for a moment, you take it and he starts walking you down the street. People always clear the sidewalk when they see a Corrie Guard coming. They still throw looks of disgust a lot, but Fox always ignored them. You notice that Thorn does the same as he walks and chats with you.
When you reach the bookstore, Thorn releases your arm so you can go in.
“Thanks for walking me and keeping me company.” You smile up at him.
“My pleasure. I’ll see you around.” He starts to walk away.
Watching him walk away, you quickly realize that maybe he could help you get Fox back. What if Fox saw right through it, though? Isn’t making someone jealous a tad immature? But, what if it worked? What if it made Fox realize he was being silly?
“What if your plan works and Fox wants to get back together?” You call out to him.
“Then, you can go back to him.” Thorn walks back toward you with a soft shrug and a charming smile. “I won’t stop you and there’ll be no hard feelings.”
“But?” You ask.
“But… maybe there’s a possibility you won’t want to.” He smirks, throwing you a wink. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow night.”
Before you can say anything else, he puts his helmet back on and walks away. Thorn has always been confident and smooth, but you never knew he had a thing for you. Did Fox know?
After you pick up a couple books and finish your grocery shopping, you head back home and debate whether or not you want to comm Fox. Glancing at your comm device sitting on the caf table, you pace back and forth debating whether or not you should. You miss him. But, if your plan with Thorn is going to work, then you need to step back and just go to bed.
“I really don’t know what to wear.” You speak into your comm the next afternoon.
“Wear that silky red dress. The one that goes to your mid thigh and dips in the back.” Thorn’s voice fills the room.
“You remember that dress?” You laugh.
You didn’t know Thorn even paid that much attention to you, but you suppose you shouldn’t be surprised at this point.
“Of course I do. That dress sent the entire Corrie Guard into a fit.” He teases you.
You think. Sometimes with Thorn, you can’t tell.
“Fine. I’ll wear that one.” You tell him with a smile, even though the memory of the dress sends a slight ache to your chest.
Thorn being as supportive as he was, was actually helping you. You didn’t want to be alone with your thoughts at the moment and he was a good distraction. Something tells you he doesn’t mind being a distraction for you.
“Good. Make sure to look good enough to make Fox regret his decision. Which shouldn’t be hard seeing as how you always look good.” Thorn tells you, smoothly.
You roll your eyes. “I’ll see you in a couple hours.”
“Looking forward to it, cyar’ika.” You can just hear his grin before he hangs up.
The nervous feeling in your stomach doesn’t go away the entire time you get ready. Would Fox see right past this charade with Thorn? Would he try to fight him? Maker, you really hope not. You’ve never seen Fox try to fight anyone.
When you finally think you’re done getting ready, you give yourself one last once over. The red dress did give you a certain confidence your other dresses didn’t. You really love this dress. Fox picked it out months ago when you were looking for new scrubs for work. When you saw it, you fell in love right away.
“You should get it. You’d look absolutely beautiful in it.” Fox purrs in your ear, pulling it off the mannequin for you to try on. “And out of it.”
You look around self-consciously. “I don’t know… You think I could pull off red?”
“I know you can.” He hands you the dress, kissing you before pushing you toward the dressing room. “It’s ‘Corrie Guard’ red.”
He follows you so he can see you when you come out. When you do come out, his jaw literally drops and he’s speechless for a good ten seconds before he can even try to utter a word.
“Does it look okay?” You feel yourself go warm in the face as you make eye contact with him behind you, in the mirror.
Fox stands up from the chair he was sitting in, coming to stand with you in the mirror. Sliding his hands around your waist, feeling the silk underneath his fingers, he leans in close so only you can hear him.
“I want to watch you in this dress and I want to watch you take it off.”
You barely make it to the dressing room, immediately slipping out of the dress as he shuts the door behind the two of you. You know this red dress is definitely coming home with you.
There’s a knock on your door, pulling you out of your memory, and you go to answer it. Thorn stands in the doorway with flowers and you can’t help but smile up at him. He’s wearing a black long sleeve button up and dark pants with his blond hair pulled back in a messy bun. He looks good, you think to yourself. The guilt for thinking that hits you and you push the thought to the back of your head.
“Look at you.” He lets his eyes travel up and down before meeting your eyes again. “Maker, Fox is a di’kut for letting you go.”
“Shut up.” You laugh, taking the flowers and reaching up on your fridge to get a vase down, but finding it to be a little too high, as always.
“Here, allow me.” Thorn politely offers before you grab your stepping stool.
“Thanks.” You smile.
Thorn easily pulls your vase down and starts to fill it up with water for you. You cut the stems down a bit so they’ll fit in the vase. When he sits the vase in front of you on your counter, you put the flowers in. Thorn stands there, leaning with a hand on the counter, watching you and smiling.
“I can feel your eyes on me.” You laugh.
“Sorry.” He grins. “Can’t help it.”
“You ready?” You ask him.
“If you are.” He offers his arm.
Taking it, you still can’t kick the nerves that seem to have permanently resided in your stomach.
79s is loud as always. Lights flash on the dancefloor as Thorn keeps a hand on your lower back, leading you over to the bar. The bartender brings you over a couple shots. As you down it immediately, Thorn orders a couple more.
“I knew you’d need something to loosen up.” He chuckles.
You shrug. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, mesh’la. Do you wanna go sit with the guys or would you rather dance?” He asks you in your ear.
“Let’s dance.” You decide, taking his hand and leading him to the dancefloor, not ready to see Fox yet.
Thorn pulls your arms up to rest around his neck and then rests his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. The music is almost too loud, you think. It’s been a while since you’ve been here. You can barely hear yourself think, which you think isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
“He’s watching you.” Thorn leans down in your ear to tell you. “Pretend to laugh.”
“Say something funny. He knows my fake laugh.” You tell him, amused.
“Grizzer puked all over Hound’s bedsheets last night and then Thire had to clean it because Hound couldn’t handle the smell.” Thorn chuckles. “Stone and I couldn’t do anything but stand there and laugh.”
You let out a genuine laugh. “Poor Grizzer.”
Thorn laughs with you. “That’s what I said.”
Thorn grinds to the music with you and you let him lead you, trying to sneak a glance at Fox. He’s staring at you and Thorn. Of course he is. You stop listening to the music, making eye contact with Fox. He looks angry.
Thorn realizes you’ve stopped dancing and follows your gaze over to Fox. Fox gets up and walks over to you, staring at Thorn.
“Your shift is about to start, vod.” Fox seems taller than Thorn somehow, staring him down.
“I’m not on shift tonight, vod.” Thorn smiles, slightly.
“I think you are, actually. Stone needs some help.” Fox tells him, firmly.
With a sigh, Thorn leans down and kisses you on the cheek. “I’ll see you soon.”
You watch Thorn walk away and then look at Fox when he’s out of sight.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” You ask him.
“He was going to miss his shift.” Fox shrugs, starting to walk back to his booth with Thire and Hound.
You grab Fox’s arm. “You had no right to do that.”
“I’m a commander. I have a little right, actually.” He leans toward you before starting to walk away.
“Shabuir.” You yell at him.
He stops and straightens back up before turning to look at you, clearly surprised.
“What did you call me?” He asks you.
“You heard me.” You glare at him.
“Go. Home.” He gives you a warning glare.
“Or what? You’ll arrest me?” You poke him in the chest.
You’re not sure where this sudden boldness is coming from. Perhaps the two shots you took. You would’ve never imagined a year ago, you’d be fighting with Fox like this, but he’s the one who broke up with you.
“I will if I have to.” He stares you down.
“Do it.” You shrug. “Maybe Thorn will come see me and then we can continue our date after his shift.”
“Alright, that’s enough.” Thire walks over, trying to break up your fight and lead you out.
When you hit the cool air, it sobers you rather quickly. You and Fox stare at each other, angrily. Thire lets out a long sigh.
“Whatever this lover’s quarrel is, it needs to end. Thorn is our brother.” Thire mumbles to Fox in Mando’a. “Right?”
Fox nods after a moment, waiting for Thire to go back inside.
“I don’t want to see you again.” Fox tells you, emotionlessly.
You’re fighting back tears. After all that’s going on… after all you’ve fought for… this is how he treats you. Maybe you didn’t really know Fox like you thought you did.
Silently, you grab a cab and head home. Unable to stop thinking about the way that Fox looked at you, like you were absolutely nothing. How could he treat you like that? How could you treat him like that?
When you get home, you take your heels off immediately, dropping them by the door. With an irritated sigh, you open your cabinet, grabbing a caf mug and a bottle of wine. Your night out may be over, but it doesn’t mean your entire night has to be. You can curl up on the couch and watch a holofilm and drink. Maybe it’ll help you fall asleep.
There’s a knock on your door as you pour your first glass of the night. With a sigh, you go and answer the door.
Thorn.
“Want some company?” He grins, holding a bag of snacks.
a/n: all bodies are beautiful, and all body parts are beautiful!! This is just what I think the boys would be more turned on by. also, I have an infection in my right index finger, which is making typing anything a pain in the ass, so if this is rough, I’m sorry
Warnings: NSFW, minors be gone!!!, swearing, sex things, idk
boba = girl dad with last child being boy
din = boy dad with A LOT of queer children
cobb = girl dad
paz = 50/50 bio and adopted children
maul = boy dad
savage = girl dad with A LOT of queer children
axe = all his kids are nonbinary
jango = boy dad with last child being girl
Guys I saw the FUNNIEST billboard from my uber today:
If you can’t see it that well, it says “Injured? Call the Sniper!” 😂 It’s for a law firm, but I’m now thinking of Crosshair if Omega or any of his siblings were injured.
I don't know if you're alright with these types of asks but I haven't been having a good time lately and I also don't know if you've ever written Hardcase before I don't have anything in particular to ask for aside from forehead kisses and cuddling while like petting the head to soothe. Just some fluff. You don't have to do this if you don't want to. Sorry for the ramble.
Comforting Presence
Summary: You have a bad day, luckily Hardcase is there to help.
Pairing: Clone Trooper Hardcase x Reader
Word Count: 957
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023
A/N: It's not quite what you asked for, but I hope this is good too. This is my first time writing Hardcase, so I hope I did him justice. And I absolutely take these kinds of asks. I just find it easier to get people to send me stuff if I reblog writing prompts.
Divider by Saradika
There are many things that Hardcase loves about you. The way you smile at him, the way you laugh at his bad jokes, the way you cling to him at night when you’re sleeping next to each other.
The way that you so effortlessly made space for him in your life, in your home. The way that you love him, even though all he can offer in return is his protection and his presence.
He loves you. He’d give you the galaxy if you asked.
So when you come home from work, and you don’t immediately shout a greeting to him, he grows concerned. There’s a routine, after all.
You come home from work, and you stay by the front door while you remove your boots, and you shout a greeting to him, and he’ll get up from wherever he is in the house, and make his way to you, and then you’ll fling your arms around him in a tight hug and he’d kiss you until you’re smiling all dreamy-
But you’re not doing that.
He hears you drop your bag on the floor, and hears you drop even heavier onto the bench by the front door, and he gets to his feet. He walks through the apartment to the hallway leading to the front door, and he leans against the wall.
You didn’t notice him. That was his first hint that maybe something was wrong. The second hint was that you hadn’t started taking your boots off. He scans you thoughtfully, your shoulders are slumped, and you just look exhausted and drained.
“Bad day, cyare?” He asks, his voice soft as to not startle you.
You jump anyway, and his brow furrows in even more concern. “Oh…Hardcase,” You stare at him for a moment, and then you rub your forehead, “We’re supposed to go out tonight, I…give me a minute and I’ll…”
Hardcase pushes off the wall and walks over to you. He drops a kiss to the top of your head, and then he sinks to his knees and starts untying your boots, “Don’t worry about it, cyare. We can order food.”
“I promised-”
“Hey,” He pauses and reaches up to lightly touch your cheek, “We can go out some other night. Tonight all you have to worry about is if you want to wear your blue pajamas or your green ones.”
You close your eyes and lean into his touch, “I had a bad day,” You whisper.
“It’s okay, baby. I’ll take care of you.” He gently pulls his hand away and goes back to pulling your boots off, and setting them neatly on the shoe rack. “There we go. Step two, a shower.”
You sigh and nod, “Yeah. Okay.”
Hardcase hums thoughtfully, his fingers lightly tapping a rhythm on your knee, “A bubble bath?” He offers. Some of the tension drains out of your shoulders at the offer and he takes the minor win. “Bubble bath it is.”
You smile at him, “I love you.”
“I am pretty lovable.” Hardcase jokes lightly, and is relieved to see a smile cross your face, “Arms around my neck, little love.” You immediately do as he asks, and he effortlessly lifts you into his arms.
You bury your face in his neck and hug him tightly, drawing comfort from his presence, and then you tilt your head to look at his face, “How was your day?” You ask.
“Uneventful. I think I slept until noon,” Hardcase admits as he carries you through the apartment and into the fresher, where he sits you on the counter. “Now, do you want to bathe alone, or do you want company?”
“‘Case, I-”
“I’ll just be there, baby. Nothing more.” He brushes his thumb against your cheek, “I can see how exhausted you are. I’m worried you’ll fall asleep in the tub.”
You’re quiet for a moment, “Stay?”
“Of course. Just let me start the bath and grab your pajamas.”
“The blue ones?” You ask quietly, “They remind me of you.”
“A fine choice,” Hardcase kisses your forehead, and then the tip of your nose, and only then does he back away and turn to start the water. And then he dips into the bedroom, and returns only a moment later with your silky blue pajamas, which he carefully sets on the towel warmer. His own dark blue sweatpants get tossed much more carelessly next to your pajamas.
You offer him a bottle of bath mix, “It’s lavender,” You offer.
“Your favorite.” He turns and adds a capful to the water, and then another one, and then he sets the bottle back on the rack. And then he peels his clothes off and steps into the water and carefully sits down.
You hop off the counter and tug your work clothes off, taking the time to toss them in the laundry hamper, before you carefully step into the water and allow Hardcase to pull you down onto his lap. You settle your head against his shoulder and your eyes drift shut.
“I might fall asleep,” You warn him.
“That’s okay,” Hardcase’s voice is low and soothing, and he kisses the side of your head, and then your shoulder. “If you fall asleep, I’ll just end the bath, and put you to bed.”
“I’m sorry-”
“Shh.” His voice is even more soothing, “You take care of me, baby. I don’t have a problem taking care of you when you need it.”
“What did I do to deserve you?” You ask.
“Hm…you were the most amazing person on Coruscant and for some reason you chose me.” Hardcase kisses your shoulder again, “Now, would you like to hear about the movie I watched today, my love?”
You kept seeing the trend of a girl hanging off her strong partner's bicep so you asked your man if he'd do it with you....
a/n: These are sooooo silly but I had fun! Inspired by videos like these: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS4cUMSTH/ Hunter and Echo might be a bit OOC but I had this idea for Wrecker, Tech, and Crosshair, so hopefully someone enjoys those at least. SFW, mildly suggestive.
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Hunter immediately looked unimpressed at your ask, "Why would you want to do that…?"
You giggled, "It looks fun".
Hunter had been in civvies for an undercover mission, and the bare bicep poking out of his shirt was already making you flustered. He looked you up and down as he observed your red face, increased heart rate, and slightly dilated pupils as you stared at his arms.
He started a small amused smile, as he lifted one arm, flexing. Your eyes followed his arm, fixated, mouth dropping open as you gently pressed your teeth to your lower lip at the flex of his muscle. He loved watching how he affected you, and this was certainly no exception.
Hunter leaned down, face close to yours, listening to your breath pick up as he ran his thumb over your cheek, cupping your face.
"No need to ask for a silly trend... you can grab me anytime you like, meshla"
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Naturally, Tech wanted to see the reference videos that prompted you to ask before agreeing.
"I am not sure that our heights will align to give you the ideal hanging angle, however, I do believe I can support your weight and I would be interested in a test", he said, scrolling through videos on his datapad.
You giggled, "Tech, I don't need the perfect angle, I just think it looks fun, and it's kind of hot"
Tech looked mildly surprised at that comment from behind his goggles, small smug smile creeping on to his face as he noted your slightly dilated pupils and light flush. He turned, bringing his arm up and flexing for you.
"Go on darling, I wouldn't want to keep you waiting if this is potentially arousing. I see a few options for certain…. mutually beneficial experiments after this initial test is complete"
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A loud amused chuckle left Wrecker's mouth at your ask, given that he was constantly picking you up and manhandling you like you weighed nothing, or flexing to impress you.
"Hop up pretty lady", he said chuckling, bending and smugly flexing his large bicep for you to grab on to. You grabbed on, the feel of his muscles and display of easy strength making your face flush.
He let you swing for a few moments, lifting his arm up and down to make you move around. You giggled as you swayed in the air, more than slightly flustered at the feel of his big arm tensing under your hands. He slowed the movement, and suddenly brought his arm up and in front of his large body, swinging you more violently to catch you securely with his other arm. You squealed as Wrecker adjusted to scoop you up under your bum, squeezing you close to him, your legs wrapping around his hips.
"Climb me anytime pretty girl, no need to ask", he laughed, winking pressing a kiss to your warm cheek.
"But since we're askin' things, I have something you can do for me", he chuckled walking towards the bunks, giving your ass a little smack as he went.
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Crosshair looked highly unimpressed at your ask, usual scowl on his face, "No".
"Pleaseeee Cross, I know it's silly but it looks fun", you begged, pleading eyes looking up at him. He shook his head.
"If you don't want to do it, I can go find Wrecker, I am sure he would be happy to let me", you said smiling sweetly.
Crosshairs eyes narrowed. With an annoyed huff he lifted his arm, flexing for you.
You grinned and grabbed on, swinging off his surprisingly thick arm for a few moments, giggling.
He scoffed at you as you hopped down, grinning at him.
"You owe me… don't think I don't know what you did", he grumbled. Properly looking at you again, he observed your dilated pupils and rapid breathing, smirk creeping on to his face.
"…and I think I know what I want in return"
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Echo looked stunned at your ask. You hadn't seen him this genuinely lost for words, "…why?"
You smiled at his confused face, "It's just a silly trend people do with their strong boyfriends, I thought it might be fun"
He looked down at his arms, gaze pausing on the scomp for a moment, and then back to the flesh hand. Decided, he lifted his fully flesh arm, flexing.
You gently slid your hands up around his bicep and lifted your legs to let him hold your weight for a moment. You felt his muscle tense under your hands, and you gasped.
Echo's face snapped down to watch yours, worried. But as you let go, stood up and slid your arms around his neck in an embrace, he realised your dilated pupils and flush meant the gasp was far from distress.
"All this reaction for an arm?", he chuckled slightly, as your tongue darted out to wet your lips, "I don't understand why people do stuff like this".
You smiled, pressing a small kiss to his nose, "…then why don't you let me show you why".
I love your work! I was wondering if you’d be up for writing your thoughts on how experienced and kinky you think each of the clones would be? 👀 I feel like they’d all be so different depending on personality and background, and I’d love to see your take on it. No rush of course, just thought it’d be a really fun idea!
Commander Wolffe 🐺
• Experience:
Wolffe is seasoned. He’s not a flirt, nor is he soft — but that battle-hardened, scarred, intimidating aura? Yeah, plenty of people were drawn to that. He’s not the type to seek out casual flings, but when he does connect, it’s intense and purposeful. Given his role leading the 104th, he’s used to command and control, and that transfers to intimacy.
• Kinks:
• Control & dominance: He likes being obeyed. He’s already in a position of authority, and it bleeds naturally into the bedroom.
• Bondage: Wolffe is practical — he’d use restraints or pin you down, enjoying that element of physical control.
• Dirty talk: Not flowery, but sharp, commanding words: “stay still,” “look at me,” “you’re mine.”
His harsh, blunt exterior translates into being a rough, commanding partner, but the loyalty underneath means he cares deeply once you earn his trust. He doesn’t open up easily — so if he’s intimate with you, it’s serious.
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Commander Cody 🟠
• Experience:
Cody is very experienced. Polished, disciplined, respected — he’s one of the most admired commanders, and people notice. While duty comes first, he’s charismatic enough to draw attention, and likely had both casual and serious connections over time.
• Kinks:
• Uniform kink: He’s meticulous about presentation, and yes, he’d enjoy the aesthetic of both himself and a partner in uniform.
• Rules & structure: He thrives on order, so he’d set boundaries and stick to them. Light BDSM in a structured way appeals to him.
• Praise & care: Cody is controlled, but he’s also one of the most supportive leaders — that reflects in intimacy. He’d build you up as much as he commands you.
• Authority kink: “Yes, Commander” absolutely does something for him.
Cody balances discipline with warmth. He’d be the responsible dom who makes you feel cherished, not just commanded. Obi-Wan’s influence likely softened him too, giving him patience and empathy.
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Commander Fox ❤️🔥
• Experience:
Moderate–high, but messy. Fox’s life is brutal — endless stress, exhaustion, constant danger on Coruscant. That means he’s had outlets, but they’re probably rushed, desperate, and not very emotionally deep. He’s attractive, he’s commanding, and he works where temptation (nightlife, Senate, underworld) is constant.
• Kinks:
• Stress relief roughness: He’s exhausted and burned out, so intimacy is about letting loose, fast and rough.
• Exhibitionism: Sneaking away, backrooms, dangerous places — he thrives on adrenaline.
• Edging/denial: He’s a sadist when he’s in control, dragging things out until you’re begging.
• Biting/scratching: He needs the physical release of leaving marks.
Fox is overworked, overburdened, and hardened. That makes his intimacy more desperate, aggressive, but also deeply needy. With someone he trusts, he’d reveal a softer, vulnerable side, but most of the time? It’s stress-fueled.
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Captain Rex 💙
• Experience:
Moderate. Rex is dedicated to his men and his duty above all. He isn’t chasing flings — but that doesn’t mean he’s inexperienced. He’s loyal, dependable, and once he finds someone worth his time, he invests fully. Rex is the type to form deep emotional connections, not casual ones.
• Kinks:
• Praise kink: He thrives on reassurance. He gives it freely (“you’re doing so well”), and he loves hearing it.
• Protective instincts: He approaches intimacy with the same care he gives his brothers — making sure you feel safe, guarded, and looked after.
• Soft dom/sub: Not extreme. He’s adaptable — if you want him in charge, he’ll do it with care; if you want to lead, he’ll let you.
Rex is steady, thoughtful, and kind. He’s not flashy or kinky by default, but he’s the one who makes you feel secure and deeply wanted.
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Captain Howzer ✨
• Experience:
High. Howzer is canonically approachable, warm, and openly compassionate. He radiates charm. Soldiers respect him, civilians like him — he definitely has admirers and likely experiences.
• Kinks:
• Praise (giving & receiving): He loves making his partner feel adored, and he thrives on being told the same.
• Teasing & foreplay: He enjoys drawing things out, playing with anticipation.
• Roleplay/fantasy play: He has the charm to slip into roles and enjoy the game.
• Voyeurism: He likes to watch — whether that’s holding you in place and observing your reactions, or enjoying the drawn-out build-up.
Howzer is playful, charming, but also deeply empathetic. He’d make intimacy fun, light, and exciting, with just the right balance of seriousness when the moment calls.
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Commander Neyo ⚪
• Experience:
Medium. He’s stoic, detached, and not emotionally expressive, so he likely doesn’t engage often. But when he does, it’s deliberate and intense. He’s not the type to casually flirt or date.
• Kinks:
• Discipline/control: He’s clinical and precise, so obedience is key.
• Impact play: Spanking, belts, measured strikes — all methodical, not chaotic.
• Degradation: He’d call you names with that cold, detached tone.
• Sensory/breath control: He likes experimenting with control and limits.
Neyo is cold and precise in canon. That translates into a strict, disciplined, intense intimacy style — not for everyone, but magnetic to some.
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 ⭐️ Delta Squad
Boss 🔴
• Experience:
Medium–High. As the leader, he has authority, presence, and confidence. Duty is his life, but his commanding aura is attractive. He’s had encounters, but like Wolffe, he doesn’t waste time — he values meaningful connections.
• Kinks:
• Authority kink: Being called “Boss” is a thing.
• Bondage: Tactical, efficient, practical — keeping you in place.
• Dirty talk (orders): He’s used to giving commands, and it carries over.
• Breeding kink: That leader’s instinct to “provide and protect” twists into intimacy.
His role as leader defines him. He’s direct, authoritative, and efficient — intimacy is no different.
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Sev ⚔️
• Experience:
Medium. Sev is too intense for casual encounters. He attracts people who like danger. Those who do get close find someone feral, sharp, and unpredictable.
• Kinks:
• Blood/knife play: Obvious. He’s morbid and fascinated with it.
• Impact play: Brutal, physical, leaving welts and bruises.
• Degradation: He likes being mean, sharp, and cruel in bed.
• Biting: He’d leave deep marks without hesitation.
Sev is morbid, sadistic, and intense — intimacy with him reflects that. He’s the feral dom of Delta Squad.
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Scorch 🟡
• Experience:
High. Outgoing, humorous, and charismatic — he’s the life of the squad. Scorch has had casual flings, enjoys flirting, and probably uses humor as both a shield and a charm.
• Kinks:
• Playful banter: Dirty jokes and teasing during intimacy.
• Praise kink: Loves giving and receiving it — “you like that, don’t you?”
• Temperature play: Ice, wax, sensation — experimental.
• Roleplay: He’d lean into costumes or playful scenarios.
Scorch is witty, joking, and fun in canon — he’s the most playful lover, but not unserious when it matters.
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Fixer 🟢
• Experience:
Low–Medium. He’s dedicated to tech, rules, and missions. Relationships aren’t his focus, but he’s not clueless. When he does engage, it’s methodical and surprisingly good.
• Kinks:
• Controlled environment: He likes setting things up precisely.
Fixer is rigid, disciplined, methodical. That translates directly into controlled, technical, precise intimacy.
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⭐️ Bad Batch
Hunter ❤️🩹
• Experience:
High. His empathy, charm, and looks mean people are drawn to him. He’s protective, reliable, and magnetic. He likely doesn’t pursue casual flings, but he knows what he’s doing.
• Kinks:
• Praise kink: Both giving and receiving.
• Bonding play: Eye contact, slow touches, body worship.
• Scent kink: His heightened senses make him addicted to yours.
• Possessiveness: Subtle but strong, hates sharing.
Hunter is sensitive, protective, and empathetic — intimacy for him is about connection and closeness.
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Crosshair 🎯
• Experience:
Medium. Attractive but cold — fewer partners, but the ones he has are intense. He doesn’t open up easily, but when he does, it’s sharp and consuming.
• Exhibitionism: Thrives on the risk of being seen.
• Power/control: He likes being in charge, testing limits.
Crosshair is cold, sharp, and controlled. He’s an intense, mean dom — intimacy is calculated but ruthless.
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Tech 💻
• Experience:
Low–Medium. Too focused on knowledge and research to seek intimacy often, but curious. When he does, he approaches it like a puzzle to be solved — and he learns fast.
• Kinks:
• Curiosity kink: Wants to experiment and test everything.
• Edging/denial: Fascinated by how long he can draw it out.
• Toys/equipment: He’d design his own for efficiency.
• Info-dumping whispers: He’d narrate observations as he touches you.
Tech is curious, analytical, and precise. He’s not experienced, but he’s an eager, inventive partner.
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Wrecker 💪
• Experience:
Medium. Probably fewer partners, but he’s open-hearted and genuine. His enthusiasm and big personality win people over.
• Kinks:
• Size kink: Loves showing off his strength.
• Praise & affection: Thrives on reassurance and gives it freely.
• Breeding kink: Primal, tied to his size and instincts.
• Softness/comfort: Loves cuddling and aftercare (and his stuffies).
Wrecker is loud, joyful, and protective — intimacy reflects his bigness, but with gentleness and humor.
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Echo ⚙️
• Experience:
Moderate. Before Skako Minor, he likely had some experiences. Afterward, he’s more reserved, cautious, and careful. Still, he’s deeply emotional, and when he does connect, it’s meaningful.
• Kinks:
• Praise & reassurance: Needs affirmation, thrives on feeling wanted.
• Bondage: Comfort with restraints, parallels with his own prosthetics.
• Sensitivity play: His body’s changes make touch more intense.
"tech is the sensible one" the first we see of the bad batch ever is him crashing his ship onto an occupied landing dock for fun
"crosshair and hunter are the sensible ones" it's canon that, in the six-ish months that echo was with the bad batch before order 66, he watched them fight each other hard enough to draw blood multiple times
"echo is the sensible one" when the bad batch invaded tantiss and saw that someone released a violent mountain-sized zillo beast as a distraction, they immediately came to the conclusion that it was either echo or the echo-trained omega
so now we have to face the facts that wrecker is the most responsible member of the team
Summary: Boba Fett is his father's only child, even if millions of men share his face. That doesn't stop Omega from calling him her brother, or from trying to win him over to her side. It worked with Crosshair, after all.
Four times the only unaltered clones of Jango Fett encounter one another throughout their lifetimes.
The first time Boba sees her is in a dingy cantina on a space station he doesn’t even remember the name of. He’s just finished an easy solo bounty—needed space from the rest of Krayt’s Claw after some banthashit argument or other, their loud, bickering voices grating on him like durasteel on durasteel. He is seated at the bar, nursing a bitter-tasting liquid that he’s probably, technically, still too young for.
The bartender hadn’t asked, hadn’t cared, had just slid over his order and swiped his credits up. No one questions a bounty hunter in Mandalorian armor. Who knows if the guy had even realized he was serving a teenager. Boba keeps his helmet on whenever he’s alone, lifts it only high enough to tip the alcohol down his throat every so often. He’s just had a growth spurt, might even be as tall as Jango now.
He’s thinking of his dad. Wondering if Jango would’ve been the one to offer him his first drink, maybe after a successful hunt together. Instead, it had been Aurra, sneering and laughing when he choked on the shot of spotchka she’d shoved at him, the same way she’d sneered at him later when he hadn’t been able to pull the trigger to kill the clone commander on their hunt for Mace Windu.
The girl walks in with a pack of mercenaries. The men with her are dressed in well-worn armor, blasters conspicuous at their hips. One’s a giant, at least two meters tall, built like a tank, the teeth of some creature painted on his visor adding to the overall effect. Boba knows better than to catalogue just the most obvious threat, though. The other two men may be smaller—one seeming inattentive with his nose buried in a datapad, the other scoping out the crowd—but he has no doubt they know how to use those weapons to their advantage. The scuffs on their armor prove they’ve survived enough to be dangerous.
It’s strange, paired with the way the one with a wicked-looking vibroblade tucked into his vambrace has a gentle hand on the girl’s shoulder. She’s out of place in the rough crowd, a few years younger than him maybe, pulling her helmet off to reveal a curly head of blonde hair, smiling and chattering at her closest companion. Bubbly. Not something you see a lot in places like this, although the energy bow strapped to her back says maybe she’s more used to them than she should be.
There’s something familiar about her. It nags at the back of Boba’s brain, trying to penetrate the slight buzz from the alcohol. He doesn’t turn his helmet even slightly, but uses the expanded view in his HUD to keep an eye on her.
The girl splits off from the mercenaries to park herself inconspicuously in a shadowy booth as they approach the bar. The bartender leans in to listen, then jerks a thumb in response to their inquiry, and they disappear into the back.
If he recalls, the bar’s owned by some small-time underworld broker. Whatever business the mercenaries have with him, it’s none of his. Boba takes another sip of his drink.
The girl materializes out of nowhere like a kriffing ghost. He has no idea how she snuck up on him, and he very resolutely does not jump, although maybe he flinches a little behind his helmet.
“Hello,” she announces brightly, giving him a little wave as she hops up on the stool. Her accent strikes again in his mind like the ringing of a distant bell. Her feet dangle, kicking back and forth playfully.
Boba grunts and refuses to turn his head toward the little weirdo, on principle. She should be scared of him, not friendly. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to talk to strangers, kid?” he growls in his best imitation of his father.
The girl’s brow furrows in concentration. “You seem familiar. And you’re barely older than me!” she tacks on, with an eyeroll for good measure.
Curse his teenage lankiness, the way he still doesn’t quite fill out his father’s armor.
But if she recognizes something about him—does he actually know this girl?
Boba finally shifts to get a fuller look at her face. Brown eyes under a heavy brow. A strong, wide nose. Round chin. Light brown skin. He can’t remember every seeing her before, but something about her…
On his HUD, he pulls up the facial recognition software that he uses for tracking down bounties. It glitches, unable to connect to the holonet database. There’s something wrong with his helmet. Frowning, he pulls it off to examine the wiring.
The girl gasps.
“You’re a cadet!” she nearly shrieks, delight spilling out onto her face. “How did you get off Kamino? How did you get away from the Empire?”
This time Boba can’t hide that she’s caught him off guard. His helmet slips from his grasp, thunking awkwardly on the bar top. All of a sudden the familiar nature of her accent in his ears is less a bell, more like a thundering gong.
He hasn’t heard it as much since the war ended. Hasn’t had to see the endless marching repetitions of his father’s face, either, all dead or dispersed or disguised behind their helmets now. That voice only echoes back to him when it issues from his own throat, the face only reflected in mirrors.
His head is swimming. He hasn’t had enough to blame the alcohol.
“How— how do you—” he stammers, although already a part of him knows exactly how she’ll respond.
“I’m a clone, too!” the girl announces, radiating pure joy. Her chest puffs out with pride. “My name is Omega. You’re my brother!”
Boba’s never seen her before, he’s certain of that, now. Not this girl, specifically. With the exception of his minder, Taun We, Dad had always kept him away from those blasted Kaminoan experiments, and he has no doubt that’s what she is. Not a matching, perfectly enhanced specimen. Something else.
He clenches a fist and slams it against the bar. She doesn’t flinch, but she does frown.
“I am not a clone,” he snaps hotly. He shoves his helmet back over his head to hide his face. It’s easier to look at her like this, through the filter of the HUD. It still isn’t connecting to facial recognition. He stands up, ready to abandon his drink; he’ll head back to Slave I and tinker with his armor until he finds the problem.
The girl is confused. “But…of course you are. Do you not remember? Are you alone? You could, you could come with us, we—" She’s staring up at him plaintively, all sincere concern.
Boba hates this girl. Hates her the way he learned to hate his first friends, identical little boys he played with when his father was gone on hunts only for them to grow at twice his speed and leave him behind. Hates her the way he hated when the cadets who’d been smaller than him a year ago would call him little Boba once they started to tower over him. Hates her the way he hated seeing the back of the Firespray as it flew off into the stormy Kaminoan sky.
“My name,” he hisses, hand going to his blaster on instinct, “is Boba Fett. I am my father’s son. I am not like you.”
“Omega!” his father’s voice shouts. Boba looks up on instinct; it is so easy to forget, easy to keep looking for Jango every time. The mercenaries are back, helmets at their hips, blasters trained on him. They are his father, but not, not even in the way of most clones—defectives. The closest approximation is the one with the vibroblade, though the long hair and dark tattoo shading half his face set even him apart. The growl is the same, though, the exact same, when the clone orders, lowly, “Omega, step away from the bounty hunter.”
Omega blinks at the other clones, then back up at Boba. “But, Hunter,” she protests. “He’s— he’s just a cadet, he needs our help!”
Boba scoffs. Slowly, telegraphing his movements, he moves his hands away from his holster and holds them out at his sides. The beskar would protect him if he took a hit, but half the bar is staring at the confrontation unfolding before their eyes, and he doesn’t feel like receiving the attention of a firefight right now. He wants to take his ship into an asteroid field and blast space rock into tiny bits and scream until he feels better.
“I don’t need anything from clones,” he replies disdainfully.
The girl looks at him like he slapped her. “But—”
Boba turns and walks away. He tries to imitate the slow, confident hunter’s stride he’d seen from his father, not the petulant stomping that Aurra always called sulky. He isn’t sure if he’s successful.
In any case, none of the clones follow. He goes back to Slave I and tries to forget he ever saw her.
This one is kind of an OOC Crosshair cause I think he’s just a touch starved, misunderstood man. I took this idea from a previous fic in my drafts and turned it into some soft Crosshair smut!
(Divider done by @snotbuggle)
Warnings: SMUTT, first time! Reader, slight insecure reader, oral (f and m receiving), face sitting, nipple play, pet names, Crosshair is a soft boi, check ins, consent is key, p in v sex, fluffy ending.
Words: 5.5K+
The snarky sniper of Clone force 99 or The Bad Batch, had taken a liking to you almost immediately after you joined the squad as their general. You seemed to be one of the only people outside of his squad of brothers that he trusted with his life. And that was saying something because it usually took him a long time to trust people but with you, it took merely a day.
When you first joined the squad, the others were sceptical but welcoming nonetheless, never having had a proper general to answer too. Wrecker was the first to warm up, knowing that he could joke with you and never be judged. The others were shocked when it was Crosshair who warmed up to you next, finding comfort in your presence and being nice to you. Tech had even tried to take Crosshairs temperature and run a few test before the sniper scowled and smacked him away.
It happened after you returned to Coruscant, back from a long, strenuously mission that you broke through Crosshair’s hard exterior. You matched his stubbornness head on but still showed him unwavering kindness, even if he had been cold to you when you first joined. He respected you even more when he realized that you wouldn’t take his shit, conceding his respect and reciprocating your kindness.
After that, he began to open up to you. He would crack jokes with you much to the surprise of his brothers. But that helped them to feel more comfortable with you as their general. You had even over heard Hunter say to the Tech and Echo once, “if Crosshair likes her, then how bad could it be?”
Crosshair would tell you stories about their cadet days and about missions they took on before you had become their general. Even at late hours of the night, he would come knocking on the door to your quarters, asking to talk or just wanting to be held, to cuddle when he couldn't sleep. You never objected, letting the misunderstood, touch starved trooper in, holding him close until the sun shone through your window in the morning and sometimes even after that.
The rest of the squad took notice of Crosshair’s more relaxed behaviour as the weeks went by, noting that he had much less of a temper now that you were around. He would join the team in joking around and was much less bothered by Wrecker’s childish antics, even initiating some jokes.
The Batch was pleasantly surprised by how kind Crosshair was to you but, Hunter especially, was happy to see his little brother finally somewhat relaxed. He was glad that Crosshair had found someone who he felt comfortable with and even if it wasn’t him or any of the other batch members, at least he had someone.
Through his hard exterior, you could see that he was a soft, misunderstood man under there, looking for a purpose, looking to be loved by someone. And you showed him that he had a purpose in life other than to be a soldier, that he deserved love and that you loved him.
~Time Skip~
Locked in a heated makeout session, you and Crosshair were in your quarters aboard the Negotiator 2.0 spending time together. The other members of the Bad Batch were off doing their own thing, unaware of what was currently going on between their General and sniper behind closed doors.
After another successful joint mission with the 212th, General Kenobi thought it best to give the men a much needed break, sighting their good work. Everyone had been excited for the rest as they awaited their next orders. That's what led you and Crosshair to this moment, some quiet time alone in your quarters. You and him hadn't gotten to spend a lot of alone time together because of how many non stop missions you had been sent on.
You had been a couple for a few months now and, with the exception of Hunter, because nothing got past him, no one knew. You were courting in secret because it wasn’t something you wanted everyone to know just yet. And with you being a Jedi and Crosshair a clone, it would get you both in trouble if the wrong people found out about your relationship. That’s why you and Crosshair agreed to keep your relationship on the down low.
Since then, you and Crosshair had been sneaking around, trying to find more and more places for you fun "games". This wasn't the first time you've been like this but it's never really gone all the way.
You were nervous for your first time having sex, never having had it before. Yes, you and Crosshair had engaged in foreplay with hand jobs and fingering but nothing past that. You were afraid you wouldn't be good enough for him, not having the experience her had in this department as well as other reasons.
Right now, you were sat on top of Crosshair’s lap, straddling him as his hands massaged your thighs. Your hands were wrapped around his neck, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. You pulled away from the kiss breathless, resting your foreheads together and smiling at each other. Crosshair had such an amazing smile and you were saddened that he didn’t show it off more. Then again, if you got to see it everyday then you’d be happy.
“Crosshair?” Your voice was quiet, almost like you felt the romantic atmosphere would disappear if you were any louder. The man below you responded with a short ‘hmm’, his lips travelling down to kiss at your neck.
"I think I’m ready," you whispered to him, taking hold of his face and bringing it up to look at you, holding it gently in your hands. His eyes went wide as he pulled away from you slightly, searching your eyes for reassurance. He knew that this was new territory for you, attachments and relationships forbidden for Jedi though most were not celibate. But you had confided in him that even if sex was a loop hole, you didn’t want just anyone, you wanted a connection with someone.
"A-are you sure Cyar’ika? I mean I am too but I just want you to be fully ready so you won't reg-" Crosshair began to ramble but you cut him off with short, reassuring kiss to his lips. The lips that had whispered so many loving words to you in the late hours aboard the marauder, flying through hyperspace or between missions in your quarters on Kamino.
"I'm sure Crosshair. I want you to be my first," you said, shrugging off your top robes as reassurance for him, making him smile and nod. He slowly helped you pull the remainder of your robes off, pulling your undershirt up over your head, discarding the piece of clothing on the floor.
Crosshair’s upper armour was soon to follow, hands working diligently to remove it with your help. You moved down to his legs, removing the armour adorning his slim yet muscular thighs. You were careful when removing it, being mindful that the clones took pride in their armour which was no exception for the Batch. Once his armour was full removed, Crosshair pulled you back up and onto his lap, hands finding their way to your ass.
The top half of his blacks soon followed his armour to the floor as you lifted the shirt up and over his head, feeling his lean yet muscular body as you went. Crosshsir wasn't a super big man, his genetic makeup modified to be of a slimmer size to better suit his position as the team sniper. Even if he wasn’t a large man, he was still muscular and fit, tall and agile. No matter what he looked like, you loved him just the same.
You smiled as he moved his hands up and down your sides, still looking a little hesitant, as if unsure that you were fully ready and committed to this.
“Are you sure this is what you want mesh’la? Because I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to stop if you change your mind.” Crosshair said, wanting to hear you say it one more time.
You kissed his soft lips again, trying your best to convey to him that you really wanted to do this before pulling away to take off your breast band, throwing it to the floor with your shirts and the rest of your clothing.
“I’m sure Crosshair. Please, I want you.”
Crosshair looked down at your breasts hungrily, his eyes meeting yours, silently asking for permission to start. You nodded shyly, closing your eyes before taking hold of his wrists and bringing his hands up to massage your chest. You moaned softly as he took one of your hardeneding buds between his thumb and index finger, tweaking and rolling it.
His unoccupied hand moved up your body to your lips, tracing his thumb along your bottom lip before you engulfed it into your mouth to suck. Yours eyes met again, not breaking contact as you sucked his thumb. It was such a sensual act to Crosshair that he let out a chuckle before groaning at your eagerness. He pulled his finger out of your mouth slowly, being sure to hold your lip open before moving his other hand down to play with your neglected nipple.
“Fuck Crosshair, that feels so good.” With his fingers doing such a great job on just your breasts, you felt as thought you would cum just from nipple simulation. His fingers were long and the pads soft, making his hands perfect for jobs like this. You moaned as he took one nipple into his mouth and began to suck softly, picking up the pace as satisfied moans continued to fall from your lips. As he worked on you chest, you started to grind you hips against his crotch, making him moan around you nipple.
Crosshair pulled away from your chest with a slight pop, moving his hands down to your hips. He gripped your love handles gently yet firmly and began to meet your hips with his, grinding against your clothed core making you both moan.
"Cross, Fuck," you moaned, burying your face in his neck to try and muffle your sounds. You kissed and nipped at the skin of his throat, feeling his Adam’s apple bob with your affections. You moved your hands down to his pants, pulling at the drawstring of his blacks and feeling the waists of them slacken slightly.
You had never told him so but he looked sexy in just his blacks. He always looked sexy no matter what he was wearing and now, you could see him fully nude which would finally complete the fantasy you had envisioned many time before. You groaned as the image slotted itself in your mind, the picture making your core wet and ready for him.
Crosshair moved his hands down to the hem of your pants, unbuckling your belt and pulling it off, tossing it to the floor. You smiled at him and got off of his lap, standing up beside the bed before slowly, teasingly, sliding your pants down your legs. Crosshair watched with bated breath as you stripped off your last layer, stepping out of them and leaving you in your black panties.
Crosshair watched in awe, seeing you in nothing but your panties was an image he was determined to commit to memory. His hands reached for your hips again, running them up and down as he admired your gorgeous physique.
“Mesh’la,” he murmured, entranced by your beauty. Your cheeks were tinted a light pink as you too in his words, feeling bashful about the way he was looking at you though you did nothing to cover yourself.
Crosshair let a smile grace his lips as he stood up with you, removing his hands from your hips and pushing the bottoms of his blacks down and off, leaving him in his boxers. You watched with hungry eyes as his black came off, getting down on your knees in front of him. Your eyes met again and you never broke the contact as your hand came to palm his clothed erection, feeling his cock flex through his boxers.
Crosshair moaned softly, running his fingers through your hair as you palmed him, "S-stop teasing (Y/N)," he whimpered, a sound that you never imagined would come out of the snarky snipers mouth. He was always very careful with his words and the things that came off his tongue, but in this moment, hearing such a vulnerable sound come from him made you giddy.
You smirked up at Crosshair, feeling your confidence grow as you slowly pulled down his boxers, letting them pool at his ankles. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side, resuming his position in front of you. You looked up at him with innocent eyes, your hand coming up to stroke his cock. Crosshair sighed in relief, legs shaking slightly as he moved back to sit on the bed, you following him dutifully.
You ran your hands up and down Crosshair’s thighs, kissing up his inner thighs until you reached his cock. You made eye contact with him again as you brought your tongue to his tip, kitten licking it while your other hand stoked his base. Crosshair sighed as he threaded his fingers through your hair again, just resting it there and not pushing you further. You carefully and, quite skillfully, took him into your mouth and began to bob your head up and down.
"Oh dear maker!" Crosshair moaned almost breathlessly, trying and failing to keep his hips still. He gently and gently thrusted his hips, encouraging but not forcing you to take more of him in your mouth. You smiled around him before taking his entire length, right down to base, in your mouth. You gagged slightly, never having done this before but trying your best to make it good for him. And Crosshair was long, and had some girth to him which made it more difficult but you persevered.
"Oh kriff cyar’ika, that feels so good," Cross moaned, continuing to thrust into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You squeezed his balls as you took him, feeling the heavy weight of his sack pulse as his hips stuttered. He gripped your hair and held your head down at his cock pulsed, not being able to hold it in any longer.
“Can I-“ he barely got the words out as you nodded, deepthroating him as he came with a shout, his cum flooding your throat. You gagged as he came, sucking on his cock through his orgasm as he began to soften in your mouth.
Crosshair removed his hand from your hair, panting as he came down from his high, legs twitching and chest heaving. He reached down slightly and held your chin in his hand, watching as you swallowed his load. You pulled off his cock with a small pop, a string of saliva connecting you to his softening length as you too in deep breaths, wiping your lips with the back of your hand.
Crosshair groaned softly, his hands reaching under your arms, pulling you up off the floor and into his lap again. He kissed you deeply and you happily obliged, your tongues moving together. Cross didn’t care that he could taste himself on your tongue, still in the afterglow of what was one of the best orgasms he had ever had. You could feel him hardening again, his enhanced genetics meaning he had stamina to spare. You smiled into the kiss, giggling as you pulled away and buried your face in his neck.
"What is so funny kitten?" Crosshair asked, his voice thicker than normal, gruff and sexy to your ears. You whimpered softly into his neck just from hearing the words roll off his silver tongue, the tongue you wanted to badly to feel against your cunt.
"You," you said, smiling into his neck and placing small kisses along the side. He chuckled and pulled you away from his neck, kissing you deeply once more before coaxing you stand again. Crosshair ran his hands up your tights to the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs to reveal your beautiful pussy to him. You shyly crossed your legs once your panties were on the floor, a pink hugh tinting your cheeks.
“Don’t hide cyar’ika. You’re beautiful,” Crosshair said, pulling you back into his lap. You were sheepish, not meeting his eyes again until he tilted your chin up to him.
“I’m being honest (Y/N). You’re so unbelievably, breathtakingly beautiful ner sarad,” he said and kissed your lips gently. It was a loving, affectionate kiss that held so much meaning and warmth behind it that you couldn’t deny his words.
“Thank you Crosshair,” you whispered against his lips, knowing that he wouldn’t lie to you especially about this.
Crosshair began trailing kisses down your neck toward your breasts once more where he engulfed your left nipple in his mouth again, while his left hand came up to play with the right one. You moaned a little louder than before, voice high as he ravaged your chest, laying a claim to your breasts like a man starved of milk.
Crosshair pulled off with a small pop before laying back on the bed, pulling you with him as he adjusted himself on the pillows, "come here cyare," he said, the term of endearment rolling off his tongue like a prayer.
You seductively crawled on top of him so you were situated on his firm chest, staring down at him and waiting for his next move. He smirked again and gripped your ass, pulling you higher up his body until you were straddling his face. You gasped at the sudden display of his strength, hands coming up to support yourself against the wall. You looked down into Crosshairs determined eyes, finding desire and hunger in his eyes as they flickered between yours and your cunt.
"I want you to ride my face mesh’la. Wanna taste you so bad," he growled against your thigh making you moan and nod. Crosshair smirked, quickly bringing your pussy down to his face, and lapping at your folds with vigor.
You moaned unabashedly as he got to work on your sensitive core, licking, sucking and biting your lower lips. To Crosshair your moans were like a music to his ears, singing his praises and praying to him to go faster. You were still hesitant to put your full weight on him, afraid that you would suffocate him.
Crosshair must have felt your hesitation, as he wrapped his arms around the back of your thighs and pressed you down against his tongue. You yelled out an obnoxiously pornographic moan as he latched onto your clit, sucking hard on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You brought one hand down to his head, running your fingers through his short silver hair.
“Oh fuck Crosshair! Fuck that f-feels amazing,” you managed to get out between pleasured sounds, throwing your head back as he furiously sucked on your clit.
Before you could fully process what was happening, Crosshair entered a finger into your soaked pussy, pulling a deep, guttural groan from you. You looked down again to see his piercing hazel eyes looking back up at you as he devoured your cunt while he finger fucked you. He then added a second and third finger after a few more moments, stretching your entrance open in preparation for his cock. You panted above him and began to grind against his fingers and face, chasing your incoming orgasm.
"You stretch me so well Cross, so fucking good," you moaned and threw your head back again, the hand in his hair tightening. Crosshair smirked and sped up his movements, thrusting his fingers faster as he sucking on the hood of your clit.
"Oh Fuck! Oh maker C-cross, I'm so C-Clo-" you didn't get finish you sentence as Crosshair crooked his fingers inside you, hitting your g-spot dead on with a precision only he had. You screamed as you came on his tongue and fingers, Crosshair lapping us your sweet juices as if they were his last meal. Your chest heaved with your head thrown back as you came down from your intense high, Crosshair slowly removing his fingers from your cunt. He carefully lifted you off his face, guiding you back down his body to your snug fitting position on his lap.
He sat up and held you as you caught your breath, hearing him whisper sweet nothings in your ear to help bring you back. A dazed smile graced your face as you listened to him speak, his voice soothing you as reality returned to your vision.
“You’re alright love. I’m here,” Crosshair whispered, rubbing circles on your back. He took a deep breath in and a deep breath out, guiding you to follow his breathing patterns as your brain fog cleared. You followed the movements of his chest, feeling safe in his arms as he brought you back.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, interrupting your tender moment together. Your heart beat quickened, the fear of getting caught weighing heavy on your mind. You weren’t afraid to admit that you were with Crosshair, but it was against the code to for attachments so it was Obi-wan at the door, you were both royally fucked.
"Who is it!" You called out, removing yourself from Crosshairs lap and sliding off the bed. You quickly forced your bath robe into your hand, wrapping it around yourself before walking to the door.
"It's your favourite clone!" The voice of one of your best friend’s came from the other side making you turn to Crosshair and mouth to him to hide. He rolled his eyes and begrudgingly nodded, quickly stepping into the fresher, hitting the button to close the door behind him.
The door to your room slid open to reveal Commander Cody standing on the other side, arms crossed and a worried look in his soft hazel eyes, "I heard you scream so I wanted to come and check on you," He said, giving you a once over from head to toe to make sure nothing was wrong.
You mentally face palmed because you knew that someone would catch you if you were too loud. You nodded and pulled the rode a little tighter around yourself, being mindful that you were naked underneath and your neck was most likely littered with love bites, "Yup! Just fine! I just dropped my lightsaber on my toes and it surprised me is all!" You lied, just coming up with a quick one to cover for yourself though your voice was higher than normal.
Cody nodded, still looking sceptical but not wanting you push you further, "Ok, if you say so. Also, have you seen Crosshair? Wrecker’s been looking for him, something about wanting to place a bet on something," He added, his posture relaxing ever so slightly. You shook your head quickly with a shrug, trying to come up with a cover for Crosshair now.
"Have you checked the training deck? He’s usually there upping the target practice high score for you boys," You asked and rocked back and forth on your heels, hoping they hadn’t checked there yet. Cody bit his lip, feeling a little silly that he hadn’t thought about that before uncrossing his arms with a sigh. He shock his head before giving you a short hug, holding you in his arms a little longer than her would anyone else.
"I'll have the boys check there now. Thanks vod’ika," he said, giving you a cheeky smile as he stepped back into the hallway. You smiled back at him and patted him on the back, knowing that for now you were safe, "No problem Cody! I hope you find him.”
“I’m sure we will,” Cody said with a chuckle and gave you a two finger salute, walking down the corridor and disappearing around the corner. When the door slid shut, you sighed, re-engaging the lock before peeling the robe off your body. Crosshair emerged from the fresher, a scowl on his face as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck.
"Damn reg, killed the mood," Crosshair snarled, his possessive nature shining through just a little. You playfully slapped his arm but soon realized what he meant. You could no longer feel his hard cock on your ass, but instead a soft lump of flesh resting against your behind.
"First of all that's my best friends and technically your CO-” you said and turned to face him, smiling slightly, "-and second-" you reached your hand down between your body, gripping his softening cock. You began to stoke it slowly, teasing and seductive making him groan, "-we can always bring the mood back," you whispered breathlessly in his ear, listening to him moan as you jerked his cock.
He was hard again within a few minutes, your touch being everything he needed to get back in the mood once more. You smiled at your handy work before using the force to give him a push, pushing him back towards the bed. He fell onto it with a surprised yelp, listening to your giggles as you came back over to him and straddled his hips again.
Crosshair grinned and sat up a little, watching as you positioned your cunt over his cock. He took hold of your hips before you could sink down on him, his eyes meeting your ask you gave him a curious glance.
“One last time cyar’ika, are you sure you’re ready for this?” He asked making you giggle again. You leaned down and kissed his lips, running one hand through his hair as the other one remained wrapped around him.
“I’m sure Cross. I want this, I want you to be my first,” you whispered against his lips and slowly lowered yourself down on him, moaning as he stretched your pussy, cunt swallowing him greedily. Crosshair groaned at the tightness of your core, gripping your hips firmly before bringing you down on his cock fully in one fluid motion.
You cried out, head falling forward onto Crosshairs shoulder as you panted for breath, "W-what was that f-for?" you voice quivering as you spoke, the surprise of the movement melting away and making way for an unforgettably pleasurable sensation. It felt so good and he hadn’t even begun to move yet.
"Get it over with- kriff- it’ll hurt less," Crosshair said, moving his hips in slowly circles before he began to shallowly thrust up into you. You moaned, unrestrained and cock drunk, hands finding purchase on his shoulders as you moved up and down on his cock, feeling his tip against your cervix.
"You’re so tight mesh’la," Crosshair moaned, moving his hands from your hips to your ass and grabbing at the round globes for more leverage, "you like having my cock buried in your tight pussy? Does it feel just as good as it does in your dreams?” he whispered in your ear making you moan louder.
"Keep sweet talking like that and I'll cum before we've even really started," You said somewhat breathlessly, your hips meeting Crosshairs as he thrusted up into you. It felt amazing, almost like heaven and for your first time, you were sure that no one could ever be as good as Crosshair.
Crosshair sped up his thrusts, his hips slapping against your ass forcefully as his high drew closer and closer. He was embarrassed with how quickly he was going to cum but then again, you were so warm and tight around him, he couldn’t help it.
“Fuck cyar’ika, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned out, his hips stuttering slightly as you moaned on top of him.
“I’m almost there Cross, fuck you feel so good inside me,” you moaned out, hands on his chest before a yelp left your throat as Crosshair rolled you onto your back. His cock remained buried inside your cunt and with the new position it felt as if he was reaching deeper and deeper.
“FUCK!” You screamed as crosshair sped up his thrusts, chasing his orgasm just as he was yours. He brought his hand down between your bodies and began to rub your clit once more, drawing a scream from your lips at the over sensitivity.
“Crosshair!” You moaned as you came, your walls convulsing around and drawing his cock in, holding it inside your pussy. That threw Crosshair over the edge, his cock pulsing inside you as his seed shot deep into your cunt. You could feel his spend painting your walls white, the warm sensation of it making you see stars.
Crosshair slowed the movement of his hips, letting every last drop of his seed out inside you. You both panted as he laid down next to you, holding you in his arms as you both came back to reality. You stayed there for a few minutes to catch your breath before Crosshair carefully pulled out, causing a whimper to leave your lips. He whispered an apology to you and kissed your forehead, getting up and quickly walking to the bathroom.
He came back a few seconds later with a glass of water and a damp cloth, slowly sitting you up. You made no protest against the movement, body and mind still up in the clouds in the after glow of your orgasm. He thoughtfully clean you up, smiling apologetically as you whimpered, still sensitive from your first time. Crosshair kissed your forehead again, using the cloth to clean himself off before tossing it into the clothing shute and handing you the glass of water.
“Drink up mesh’la. You need it especially after such activities,” he said, the smile not leaving his face. You nodded and drank the water slowly, watching Crosshair as he picked his armour up off the ground and placed it by the door with genuine care. You smiled down at the glass of water in your hand, thinking about how caring Crosshair was being with you. You watched as he then picked up your clothes off the floor and discarded them in the clothing shute. He walked over to the dresser in the corner of your room, opening the top drawer and pulling out a clean set of underwear for you.
You finished your water and put the glass down on the nightstand, smiling slightly in embarrassment as Crosshair came over to the bed. He carefully pulled you to stand on your shaky legs, helping you into your underwear before scooping you up and laying you back down in your bed.
He quickly retrieved a new pair of boxers from his pack, pulling them on before sliding into the bed next to you. Crosshair pulled the covers up over your bodies, pulling you closer as you snuggled into his chest. You sighed contently, feeling warmth envelop your body as you pressed up against his frame underneath the blanket. Even if Crosshair normally ran a cold body temperature, right now her warm, a comfortable, post sex warm.
"That was amazing Crosshair, thank you." You said and laid one more gently kiss to his chest, drawing circles around the 99 tattoo on his left pec. He smiled softly down at you and placed a kiss to your forehead once more, running a hand up and down your back.
"I love you, ner mesh’la cyare. Thank you for making this an amazing and unforgettable experience. You truly know how to make a man happy," Crosshair said with a chuckle and looked down at you with the charming smile you had come to love.
"I love you too. I’m glad it felt good for you, I was afraid I wouldn't be go enough for you with how inexperienced I am,” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear shyly. Crosshair had been with other women before, all of the Batch members had, and all those other women had more experience. But you loved Crosshair, and you hoped to be enough for him.
Crosshair looked at you bewildered before holding your chin softly in his hand, building you to look him in the eyes. He looked down at you with such love and adoration, hand instead moving to hold your cheek as he stroked it with his thumb, "Non sense ner kar’ta, that felt absolutely fantastic. I'm glad I got to be your first and you were absolutely amazing. I have never found a woman who made me feel as loved and cared for as you. You are more than good enough for me," Crosshair said and placed a delicate kiss to your lips,trying his best to convey his love before he pulled away from it.
You smiled and snuggled into his chest farther, enjoying the contrast of his now cool smooth skin against your heated palm. You drew circles on his chest, enjoying the feeling of his heartbeat against your cheek. Crosshair kissed the crown of your head, holding you close and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Soon you both drifted to sleep in each other's arms, content with how the night had come to a close.
Let me know what you think of this! If you want to see more soft Crosshair, let me know in the comments!
This story has no correlation to the Disney movie what so ever. I just like the title and I think it fits for this particular fic. I love Rex and Cody so much, I think they have a great dynamic and are literally best friends, change my mind.
Now, I’m not some who know a whole lot about subspace so please, if I have misunderstood anything, please pm me and correct me!
(Dividers done by @freesia-writes and @powdered-kneecaps )
Warnings: established relationship, SMUTTT, Somnophilia, mentions of extensive kink discussion, oral (F receiving), fingering, Dom! / Sub! Dynamics, Dom! Cody, Dom! Rex, Sub! Reader, title! kink, authority kink, NO CLONECEST!!, p in v sex, over simulation, creampie, cum play, aftercare.
Words: 6.1K+
Sleeping in between her boys was the most therapeutic thing in the world. She felt safe, happy, content, horny….
She was fast asleep, dreaming of how the boys treated her so well even before they became an item. She was Obi-wan’s padawan so she was quite familiar with Cody and Rex because of how often the 212th worked with the 501st. She and Anakin were twins and would often get into mischief together, much to the dismay of their master, who had more grey hair than he should at 34.
At the current moment, they were on the planet of Naboo in the capital city of Theed, a dinner party hosted by the queen drawing Senator Amidala home and by extension, Anakin and the 501st with them as her personal guest and personal security detail respectively. By extension of that, a handful of the 212th was called as well, Obi-wan and (Y/N) being invited as guests of the Queen as a thank you for their continued friendship and bravery in the war effort.
It was very late into the night that Rex and Cody managed to slip into (Y/N) personal room, both the Captain and commander being careful to slip in under the cover of darkness. They had sat on her bed waiting for her to finish in the fresher, smiling when she emerged with wet hair and a sleepy smile. They had ushered her into bed and fell into a peaceful sleep holding her, holding their jetti in their arms.
Now, Cody was awake infront of her, their hands intertwined together while his other ran softy up and down her side. He had just woken up to the sun beaming in through the window, the curtains blowing softly with the wind. He peaked over (Y/N)’s shoulder to see Rex pressed against her back, spooning her closely with his arms wrapped around her waist.
Cody couldn’t help but smile, seeing his best friend so relaxed and calm, his worry wrinkles taking the day off. It was rare to see Rex fully relax, but having Skywalker as a general usually meant more danger and shenanigans than one man could comfortably handle. Cody smiled fondly at the thought, having listened to Obi-wan rant about his worries for Anakin more times then her like to admit but he knew his general was just a concerned surrogate father. Just like he was worried about Anakin, he was worried for (Y/N) as well, taking after her brother in some ways and besting him in others.
Cody was snapped out of his thoughts by a deep resounding yet content grumble, feeling a light squeeze on his hand that was currently running up and down (Y/N)’s side. He peaked over her shoulder once more to see Rex still half asleep but eyes blinking open and adjusting to the light.
“Morning sleepy head,” Cody said with a chuckle, earning a smile from his best friend.
“Morning.”
“How’d you sleep?”
“Like a fucking rock. Best sleep I’ve had in months,” Rex purred, his brain finally catching up to the position he was in. He moved impossibly closer to (Y/N), feeling the rise and fall of her back against his chest as she breathed. Cody chuckled again, knowing that Rex rarely ever felt this content or laid back.
“And how ‘bout you Cody?” Rex asked, eyeing his best friend with a playful glint. He knew Cody had a bit of an easier time than he did what with Kenobi as his general. But he also knew that Cody worked hard, harder than anyone and that he was up most nights writing report after report.
“Amazing. Sleeping next to our little jeti’ika always helps me sleep,” Cody said, scooting a little closer to (Y/N) so that he was pressed against her. He could feel her breath against his chin, tickling his skin but giving him such a sense of calm. Rex chuckled from behind her, his hands splied across her stomach, holding her close.
Neither of them were too worried about waking her up so easily, knowing that (Y/N) slept like the dead especially between them because she felt safe. It always took a while for her to wake up but that gave Rex a sneaky idea, but he needed Cody’s help with it.
“Cody?”
“Hmm?”
“Remember what we talked about with her a few months back?”
“We’ve talked about a lot of- ohhh,” Cody started but stopped when Rex wiggled his eye brows. He knew what conversation Rex was referring to, one that had happened after a particularly fun night at the bar.
“What are you thinking Rex?” Cody smirked at his brother, already feeling himself grow hard at the thought of what Rex was implying. Rex only purred and kissed (Y/N)’s neck, slowly moving down the bed and under the covers. Both men carefully worked together to roll her onto her back, lavishing her with soft touches and kisses wherever they could.
It was something that (Y/N) had spoken to them about a while ago, wanting to know what it felt like to be woken up by them playing with her. It was discussed extensively, both men wanting to make sure she was fully comfortable with them doing things to her while she remained asleep. (Y/N) had assured the boys that she wanted to try and that if she didn’t feel comfortable or safe, she would use her safe word, Ke’mot.
Cody pushed the covers up just a touch so that he could reach under and pull up the hem of (Y/N)’s night gown. The one she wore was a beautiful shimmering grey, complimentary to her skin and soft to the touch, silky and smooth. When she had put it on and showed both men before they went to sleep, it took all their will power not to ravage her body then and there.
Rex slowly and carefully pulled (Y/N)’s panties down her legs, handing them off to Cody once he successfully got them off. Cody smirked, stuffing them under his pillow for later use, a token to remember this moment. They felt her body up and down, giving her finger light touches as to not rouse her just yet.
Rex leaned down between her legs, spreading them open and manipulating her knees to bend. Her feet were planted on the bed, knees bent and legs spread open for the captain to begin. Cody watched his brother take a deep inhale, groaning quietly as he took in the leftover scent of (Y/N)’s body wash. It smelt like roses and cinnamon, a small hint of vanilla tying it all together.
The captain leaned in, licking a strip up (Y/N)’s core, moistening her lower lips to get her ready. Both men felt her legs twitch, watching as her chest swelled with a deep breath before settling back down, her head moving to the other to face Cody again. The commander took hold of one of (Y/N)’s hands, holding it firmly in his own as he kissed her forehead.
Rex continued to lavish (Y/N)’s labia, wrapping his arms around her thighs for a better angle. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment, feeling content with the need to please their jetii’ika. Cody kissed down her face, lips moving to kiss her neck and hands moving away from hers in favour of fondling her breast, taking the left one into his mouth.
(Y/N) took another deep inhale, head falling to the other side as she tried to straighten her legs. Rex and Cody didn’t stop their ministrations, continuing at their set pace as they lavished her body with love and attention. (Y/N) let out a content sigh, still asleep as the boys worked her body over, drawing sound from her throat as if she was in a dream.
Rex ran his tongue along her slit, flicking her clit before taking it into his mouth and sucking with a tad more enthusiasm. Cody followed suit, moving over to (Y/N)’s right breast and taking the nipple into his mouth, taking hold of her left and pinching the pert bud between his fingers. Rex moved two fingers up to join his mouth, rubbing the pad of his forefinger and middle finger over her hole, feeling her slick dribble out.
“Mmm,” the sound made both men freeze, eyes darting up to look at (Y/N)’s face, eyebrows pinched but eyes still closed. Rex smirked and slowly pushed his fingers into her tight cavern, feeling the warmth of her pussy encasing his digits. Cody moved back up slightly, planting kisses to her neck and nipping at her ear, tongue winning over the sensitive skin behind it. He continued playing with her nipples, pulling at the erect bud as Rex continued to pleasure her lower half.
“Fuck she tastes good,” Rex groaned, burrowing himself further between (Y/N)’s legs, eyes closed as he savoured her unique taste. He pulls his fingers out before pushing them back in further, finding the cushiony spot inside her. That earned him another twitch of her hips but she still, somehow, remained asleep.
“Yeah?” Cody replied, looking down at Rex as he flung the covers fully off of them all, eyes blown wide as he watched Rex devour their jetii’ika.
“Fuck yeah vod. Tastes like heaven,” Rex replied with a nod, sucking her clit and flicking his tongue against the hood. He could feel her getting wet with every swipe if his tongue, even if she had not idea what was going on.
“Let me have a go,” Cody said, moving down to place himself where Rex was.
“Be my guest,” Rex said, the captain trading places with Cody. They switched flawlessly, keeping their movement steady and quiet just like the trained soldiers they were.
Cody leaned down to (Y/N)’s lower lips, using his pointer finger and thumb on either hand to spread them apart, eyes falling on her slick mound. He growled before diving in ravenously, licking and sucking on her pussy like it was his last meal in the galaxy. He moaned against her core flicking her holes and teasing your clit, trying to draw her closer to her end all while she slept.
“Maker you were right, so fucking good,” Cody said when he finally managed to pull himself away from (Y/N) long enough to breathe. He could feel her trembling just a little more, her breathing deep and still somewhat even. He and Rex felt her shift again, this time the movement was more pronounced, letting both men know she was close to waking up. Rex drew his hand down (Y/N)’s body, fingers finding her clit as Cody focused on tongue fucking her pussy.
“Nghhh.” there was a long, drawn out moan that caught both men’s attention, eyes flickering up to (Y/N)’s face to see half lidded eyes looking back at them and sweat gleaming on her brown. Her gaze was focused on Cody, legs opening just a fraction wider for him as a subtle invitation to continue. The commander couldn’t help but smirk before he dove in again, mouth and tongue working furiously to bring (Y/N) to climax.
Rex turned her face toward himself, pulling her in for a sloppy, heated kiss. His hand began to rub her clit faster, concentrating on the sensitive bundle of nerves while occasionally brushing his fingers just a fraction lower, teasing her forbidden hole. Cody took the opportunity to lift (Y/N)’s hips up slightly, moving his ministrations down, past her cunt and to her ass instead, taking great pride in the sound he was able to draw from her.
“Ooohhh,” she gasped out a moan, head falling away from her kiss with Rex as she came unexpectedly, legs trying to close around Cody’s head as the commander sucked up her sweet nectar. Lightning fast, Rex was next to Cody giving him a slight push so that he could have a taste as well, lapping up whatever was left behind.
“Fuck!” (Y/N) whined, chest heaving with every breath as Cody and Rex finally pulled away from her lower half, sitting up on their knees as they looked down at her. She lay their boneless, panting heavily, gasping for breath, eyes closed as she relished in her pod orgasmic bliss. Cody crawled back up to join the pair, both men kissing (Y/N) where they could reach her. She giggled a childish giggle, inadvertently telling the captain and commander where her head was at now. They both smirked at one another, hands continuing to stroke the length of (Y/N)’s body as she giggled.
“I feel all tingly,” she said voice high pitched and words slurred from just waking up. Rex and Cody chuckled, content to relay rested for a few more moments as (Y/N) woke up fully.
“Make me feel so good commander,” she said, turning slowly o face the man she complimented. He eye were still half lidded though her words were no longer jumble together, a full sentence articulated from her lips. Cody pulled her in for a kiss, tongue immediately darting out to lick at her lips, demanding she let him in. (Y/N) gave no second thought and opened her mouth for her commander, feeling a deep rumble coming from his chest.
She whimpered into the kiss when she felt Rex press up against her back, his hard cock grinding against her supple behind. The captain let loose a deep purr, feeling content to just hump (Y/N)’s rear for now. His hands however, wandered over her body and down between her legs again, pinching her clit between his fingers before dipping them lower. He ran his fingers through her folds, drawing a moan from her lips which Cody greedily swallowed.
Cody nipped at (Y/N)’s lips, pulling her lower one between his teeth, drawing another moan from her chest. He pulled away and dipped his head down, nipping at the skin below her ear and running his stubbly chin over her flesh. Rex took the opportunity to turn her head back to him, kissing her with enthusiasm and zero amount of delicacy. He dipped his fingers into her weeping pussy, thrusting them once, twice, three times before pulling them out. (Y/N) whined at the loss, bucking her hips to try and chase his fingers.
“Ah ah ah. Good girls don’t chase without begging cuun jetii’ika,” Cody said Huskily in her ear, repeating the same action as Rex. (Y/N)’s leg shifted up, lifting it high enough that both men had unguarded access to her cunt.
“Please commander, please captain, may I cum?” She asked sweetly, though her voice was airy and innocent. Both men groaned at the sound, simultaneously dipping their fingers into her pussy together. (Y/N) threw her head back, a loud moan leaving her lips as the men opened her up.
“So tight ad’ika.”
“Feel so good around our fingers.”
(Y/N) was so close and Cody and Rex could feel it in the way she clenched around their digits. Their words were driving her towards the edge, the desperation to cum growing with every passing stroke. She panted and whimpered, her body being worked over by her captain and her commander.
“Please can I cum! Please sirs may I cum!” She begged, eyes barely being able to remain open. She felt like she was going to implode, her orgasm building around their fingers to the point of near blinding pleasure.
“Cum cyar’ika.”
“Let go jetii’ika.”
“FUCKK!!” The scream they pulled from you was quickly smothered by Rex’s lips, his tongue finding its way into her mouth without prompting. They dragged her orgasm on, fingers still thrusting inside her as she panted into Rex’s mouth. Cody nipped at her ear again, pulling her love before letting it go. The men slowed their fingers, removing them teasingly unhurried and groaning as they felt (Y/N)’s juices gush out of her, their fingers having been the only thing holding it in.
(Y/N) pulled away from Rex, turning to give Cody another sloppy kiss, depriving herself of air just a little longer to be able to kiss her commander. Cody pulled away after a long moment, knowing that (Y/N) needed to breathe.
“Breathe jetii’ika. You need to breathe,” Cody said, Rex stroking her body and coaxing her to slow down.
“Want to please you. Captain, commander please can I suck your cocks,” (Y/N) said, voice still wavering as she continued clawing for breath. Both men shook their heads, moving toward her and holding her between them, just lying there with her.
“Not yet ad’ika. You need to breathe first,” Rex said, bringing (Y/N)’s hand up to his chest, placing it over his heart.
“Follow our breathing cyar’ika,” Cody added, taking a deep, performative inhale, demonstrating to (Y/N) to match their breaths. Rex and Cody breathed together, taking inhales and exhaling together, pride sweeping in both their chests as (Y/N) followed along. They repeated this until she had fully come down, breathing even and body relaxed.
“Can I please you now? Please commander?” She asked, turning to look at Cody over her shoulder with big doe eyes blown wide with lust. Cody couldn’t help but smile, not being able to deny their little Jedi any longer. Rex felt the same, being the first of the two to move off the bed and strip himself of his boxers, tossing them somewhere in the room to be found later. (Y/N) was salivating, watching as his cock flopped out, the long appendages just begging to be swallowed by her warm mouth.
Cody followed suit, leaving the bed and moving to stand next to Rex, stripping out of his boxers. Though his display was more teasing, pulling is boxers slowly down his muscular thighs, pooling at his ankles before he stepped out of them. (Y/N) was enthralled by the two men standing before her, not as if she hadn’t seen them like this before, but their stature every time they made love still amazed her. She sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed in one fluid motion, purposefully falling to her knees and crawling seductively over to Rex and Cody.
She sat on her heel in front of them, reaching forward and grasping both their cocks in her hands, pumping them slowly but firmly. Cody’s head fell backward, a sigh of relief falling from his lips at the feeling of their jetii’ika’s hand wrapped around his cock. Rex had much of the same reaction, biting his lip as (Y/N) took the tip of his cock into her mouth. He let out a groan, hand finding its way into her hair gripping the locks lightly.
“Fuck ad’ika, your lips feel so good wrapped around my cock,” Rex breathed out, feeling the roughness of (Y/N) tongue swirl around his tip. She pulled off the captain with a pop, turning to take her commanders cock down her throat this time. She spent a good few minutes alternating between the men, taking one cock in her mouth while pumping the other expertly before switching, making sure that they each received an equal amount of attention.
“You’re so good at sucking our cocks mesh’la,” Cody said as he stroked (Y/N)’s hair, praising her like the good girl she was.
“It’s like your mouth was made for this,” Rex said breathlessly, his thumb stroking her cheek as she sucked his tip, her eyes never breaking contact with his while he remained in her mouth. Rex took a moment to compose himself before he grabbed the sides of (Y/N)’s head and pushed her down into his cock, firing it down her throat and gagging her with his length.
“FUCK! Feels so good ad’ika,” he growled before pulling her off, watching satisfyingly as she gasped for air, tears welling in her eyes from the suddenness at which he gagged her with his cock. Cody thumbed at (Y/N)’s lips, silently asking if she was okay. The only answer he got was (Y/N) taking his cock into her mouth just like she had done to Rex, forcing herself to take it down her throat.
“Osik! Cuun jetii’ika, feels amazing when you deepthroat my cock,” Cody breathed out, pleased to see that she was trying to please them. He pulled her off his cock after another minute, watching as she gagged and gasped for air once more.
“Can’t wait to be inside that tight pussy. Can’t wait to loosen it up,” Rex grunted, gripping (Y/N)’s hair and pulling her up off her knees and to his lips, kissing them roughly. (Y/N) moaned into her captains mouth, her mind hazy and compliant as he manhandled her body. Cody was at her back a moment later, sandwiching her between their bodies and ravaging her neck with even more love bites and hickeys.
“Please captain, please commander, please fuck me. Please, I wanna feel your cocks inside me so bad,” (Y/N) begged as she separated her lips from Rex, panting heavily as the captain ground his cock against her.
“We can do that for you, don’t worry jetii’ika,” Cody whispered huskily, pulling (Y/N) out of Rex’s hold and maneuvering her back to the bed. He quickly fell onto the bed, bringing (Y/N) down with him so that her back was against his chest. He held her steady before moving two fingers down her body, dipping them quickly inside her aching cunt before pulling them out.
“Ohhh, nghh- c-commander please-“ (Y/N)’s words were cut off as Cody dipped his fingers into her once more, scissoring them expertly while bucking his hips up against her ass.
“You opening her up there for me Cody?” Rex grunted, stroking his heavy cock as he watched Cody play with their jetii. The commander didn’t reply as he pulled his fingers from (Y/N)’s weeping hole, moving then down to tease her ass instead.
“Please commander, please fuck my ass with your fingers. Please I want it so bad,” (Y/N) begged sweetly, her head in the clouds and her subconscious submissive side taking over fully. She whined at the feeling of Cody circling her ass before slipping two fingers in with ease, the added juices on his fingers making for easy access. (Y/N) threw her head back at the feeling, her moans and whines bouncing off the walls of the room.
Rex made his way over to the pair, holding the underside of (Y/N) thighs and spreading them open, groaning at the sight of her glistening folds. He leaned down and licked a long strip from her hole to her clit before kissing up her body.
“Please Captain! Please fuck me, please~” she begged breathlessly, hands scrambling to find purchase somewhere. When she couldn’t find any comfortable spot to place her hands, she finally rested them atop of Rex’s hand on her thighs, feeling warmth radiating off of him. Cody added another finger to her, moving them in and out in quick succession, drawing a loud, lude, pornographic moan from her body.
Both men groaned at the sound, Rex lining himself up with (Y/N)’s pussy as Cody continued to finger her ass. They worked together perfectly in the bedroom just as they did on the battlefield, communicating with one another without the need for words, just eye contact. Cody removed his fingers and positioned his cock at her behind instead. Rex adjusted his position and held his own erection against (Y/N)’S folds, teasing her clit with the head of his impressive penis.
“Pleasepleaseplease put your cocks in me. Please fill me up with your cocks! I’ll be a good girl I- fuckkk.” Her sentence was cut off by Rex and Cody pushing into her from either side, the stretch of her lower half burning painfully but the pleasure that followed was well worth it.
“Thank you sirs! It feels so good,” (Y/N) babbled, panting as Rex and Cody bottomed out inside her.
“Fuck ad’ika, you feel so tight,” Rex cursed, chin falling to his chest as he tried with all his will power not to plow into her just yet. Cody wasn’t much better, his grip on (Y/N)’s hips tightening to an almost bruising grip but she didn’t care, her hips grinding against their bodies as best she could.
“Please captain! Please commander! Please move, please fuck me please I want you so bad,” (Y/N) whimpered eyes wide and pleading with Rex before turning her head to capture Cody’s lips in a heated kiss. Rex groaned at the sight, feeling (Y/N)’s walls clench around his cock. He pulled out before the sting back in, feeling the rumble of a moan deep from (Y/N)’s chest. He also felt the way Cody bucked his hips up, indicating that he too was ready to move.
Rex and Cody worked like a well oiled machine, thrusting in and out of (Y/N) holes with desire and passion. Their breaths mingled together, heavy and deep as they moved together. (Y/N) moaned unabashedly, one hand tangling in Cody’s hair as the other gripped Rex’s shoulder. Both men moaned along with her, feeling her grips against them as they thrusted faster.
“So tight cuun jetti’ika,” Cody whispered, his hips canting up as best they could, his cock find its home inside (Y/N)’s tight behind.
“You were made for us, such a good girl,” Rex growled out, his hips stuttering as he continued to rail into (Y/N)’s abused pussy. She cried out ecstasy, legs shaking as she moved her hips in time with their thrusts.
“I-I’m so close, may I cum sirs please may I cum!” (Y/N) moaned out, eyes boring in Rex’s hazel eyes darkened by lust. Cody removed his hands from her hips and instead, looped them around her chest, giving her breasts a firm squeeze before taking her nipples and tweaking them between his fingers.
“Cum for us ad’ika.”
“You’ve been such a good girl.”
That was all it took for (Y/N) to finish, a pornographic moan leaving her lips as she came, legs violently shaking with the force of her orgasm even while Rex continued to hold her thighs. The captain groaned, hips loosing their rhythm as (Y/N) clenched around him, the commander beneath her not fairing much better.
“Gonna fill you up so good jetti’ika. Gonna fill you up with our cum. Ain’t that right Vod?” Cody groaned nearly breathless, nipping at (Y/N)’s neck once more. Rex only moaned and nodded, thrusts becoming erratic before, with one more powerful push, he sheathed himself inside (Y/N)’s warm wall’s and came, painting her insides creamy white. Cody followed not long after, growing in (Y/N)’s ear as she righted around his cock in her ass, moaning as she felt his fill her other side.
The three of them stayed put for a moment, all breathing deeply as they came down from their highs, chests rising and falling quickly while sweat dropped down their bodies. (Y/N)’s eyes were closed, head limp against Cody’s shoulder as she jumped up and down on cloud nine. She was only brought back down slightly as Rex slowly pulled out of her, groaned at the sight of his cum and hers dripping out of her pulsing pussy. He used his fingers to gather a small amount and bring it to her lips, watching as she obediently sucked his digits clean.
It was Cody’s turn to pull out, slowly, careful not to hurt their girl. (Y/N) whimper at the loss of fullness, holes fluttering around nothing as Cody and Rex moved her back up the bed to lay more comfortably against the pillows. Cody in front of her, holding her close and kissing her forehead while Rex lay behind her, running his hand soothingly along her sides. They remained in comfortable silence for a while, taking in the afterglow of their orgasms before (Y/N) broke the silence.
“My legs feel like jello,” (Y/N) giggled, her voice light and airy, not a care in the world. Rex and Cody smiled, each giving her a kiss on the cheek as they tried to coax her down from her high. They had thrown her into subspace, but now they needed her to come back to them.
(Y/N) rolled over and buried her face in Rex’s chest, kissing his peck before looking up at him with the doe eyes he loved so much. He brought his hand to her cheek, running the pad of his thumb over her cheekbone. Cody scooted closer to the pair, running his hands soothingly up and down (Y/N)’s side as he placed a kiss to the crown of her head.
“Did I make you and commander happy captain?” (Y/N) asked, her voice hopeful that she was good for her lovers. Rex looked down at her innocent expression with a smiled kissing her forehead.
“You made us very happy ad’ika,” Cody said from behind her, running a hand through her slightly messy hair. (Y/N) practically purred at the sensation, letting a content moan slip from her swollen lips. Both men chuckled at her noises, kissing her wherever they could reach.
“Let’s get you fed, cleaned up and back to the real world cyar’ika,” Rex said as he moved the blanket off of himself, lifting his arms above his head and stretching his muscles. (Y/N) whined as Rex left the bed, pouting as he left the room for a few minutes. Cody turned her around to face him instead, combing his fingers through her hair and whispering sweet nothing in her ear.
“You did so well for us. Cuun jetii’ika. Such a good girl,” Cody said, feeling (Y/N) shudder under his attention and affection. She smiled up at him with the same dopey eyes that she gave Rex, feeling content in his embrace.
“Wanted to make Commander and Captain happy,” she said, her words slightly slurred as she snuggled closer to Cody, placing a hand on his still bare chest over his heart, “wanted to be a good girl for you cause I love you.” (Y/N) words were punctuated with a kiss to Cody’s chest where her hand was, right over his heart as a display of love.
Cody looked down and smiled at the beautiful women in his arms, admiring her as much as he could. Even if she was somewhere in subspace right now, that didn’t mean he loved her any less. Soon he heard to door open back up and in came Rex with a large tray of luscious looking food. Cody looked over his shoulder and smiled at his friend, Rex returning the smile as he made it back to the bed.
(Y/N) still had her head buried in Cody’s chest, drawing random little squiggles on his smooth yet scarred skin. The men smiled down at their innocent, adorable jetii’ika, watching as her chest rose and fell with her now even breathing. Rex careful sat on the bed, placing the tray of food down on his lap as Cody gentle coaxed (Y/N) to sit up. She did so without much fight, blinking her eyes open as she sat up and looked to Rex and then the tray of food he brought.
Her eyes lit up as she looked to her captain, a look of pure unbridled joy crossing her face as she quickly snatched up a cracker and popped it in her mouth. Cody and Rex chuckled as they watched her munch on the snacks, her eyes flickering up to Rex before moving over to Cody. (Y/N) swallowed down what she had in her mouth and looked apologetically to her captain then commander, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered with her head slightly hung, eyes down cast before her chin was lifted up. She stared into the deep hazel eyes of her captain, watching as he grin at her.
“You have nothing to apologize for ner jetii’ika. If you’re hungry then eat, but make sure not to eat too fast. We don’t want you getting an upset stomach,” he said, leaning forward and giving (Y/N) a soft kiss. She reciprocated immediately but whined and chased after her captain when Rex pulled away. Cody took his place, turning (Y/N) to face him and giving her a kiss, his more sloppy but nevertheless he pulled away to quickly as well. Before (Y/N) could whine however, a small bone of grapes was brought to her lips.
She looked to Rex who had now taken his place on the bed again, nodding to (Y/N) to open her mouth. She did so willingly, carefully eating a few of the grapes off the vines and making sure to chew thoroughly. She had been so good for her captain and commander and she didn’t want to start disobeying now.
(Y/N) sat on the bed between Cody and Rex as they took turns feeding her food, making sure to eat some for themselves as well. They had her drink water and chatted together as (Y/N) ate, still in her own little, perfect world. Once the food was finished Rex picked her up, carrying her bridal style toward the ensuite fresher, smiling as she giggled in his arms. Cody wasn’t far behind them, laying out their clothes for the day before joining Rex and (Y/N) in the shower.
When Cody stepped into the shower, the steam engulfed him, as did the hot water flowing from the shower head. He watched with a smile as Rex rubbed soap up and down (Y/N)’s arms and sides, being gentle and sweet to there jetii’ika. Rex smiled at Cody as he joined them, passing him the bottle of shampoo and gesturing for him to start on (Y/N)’s hair. Cody did so gladly, running his fingers through (Y/N)’s locks and massaging her scalp.
She was putty in their hands as they pampered her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. She smiled as they took care of her, dozing off in the arms of her loves as they held her together and brought her back to reality.
Rex and Cody spoke quietly with each other, continuing to lavish (Y/N)’s body with the sweet smelling Naboo soap. They washed her hair, her arms, legs torso and between her thighs, Cody groaning as he felt their combine release ooze out of her puffy pussy. (Y/N) made a quiet sounds of pleasure, still dozed in the men’s arms before they decided it was time to wake her up.
“Cyar’ika?” Rex asked quietly, kissing the crown of (Y/N)’s head as Cody kissed her shoulders.
“Cyare, time to come back,” Cody whispered, kissing (Y/N)’s shoulder and running his hands over her body. They felt her body twitch before hearing her take a deep inhale. Rex felt the rapid fluttering of her eyelashes against his neck, feeling her shake her head before lifting it to look at him. Rex gave (Y/N) a soft smile before she turned her head to look at Cody over her shoulder, the marshall commander giving her the same gentle smile.
“That was one hell of a fuck you guys,” (Y/N) said when she finally felt the subspace fog clear from her mind. Both men chuckled and hugged her close, peppering kisses along her skin causing her to laugh.
“Anything for you love.” Cody’s words touched her heart, Rex nodding along with the marshall commanders words.
“We’ll always be here for you cyar’ika, you can count on that,” Rex added, turning the water off once he confirmed that (Y/N) and Cody were finished. (Y/N) smiled as they guided her out of the shower, drying her off and making sure to kiss her wherever they could. She giggled every time, thinking about how lucky she was to have such attentive men by her side.
“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum cyare.”
“Gar ganar cuun kar’ta.”
(Y/N)’s cheeks where dusted with a light blush at their words, the loving affirmations making her heart swell. They spoiled her rotten and she couldn’t help but smile.
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