Warnings: Suggestive but that's about it.
A/N: So...I know these aren't requests butttt I just am a greedy person who loves to treat myself so what can I say? Requests are still coming, I'm just stumped on a few so please bear with me.
Hunter
Hunter can sense your body heat before you even wrap your arms around him, and he chuckles lightly as you squeeze him tightly, breasts pressing into his back. "What are you up to?" He asks, jolting as your hands slip past the hem of his shirt, wandering along his stomach and sliding up towards his chest teasingly. He can feel the vibrations of your laughter in the expanse of his shoulder, and he's about to turn around when you abruptly pull away, patting him lightly on the ass and leaving the scene as quickly as you came.
Wrecker
Your arms just barely wrap around Wreckers waist, and he giggles softly as you squeeze him tightly from behind. He pats your hands, curiously raising a brow as he looks at you over his shoulder. "Its cute when you do that, baby...but what exactly are you doing?" You answer him by slipping your fingers in his waistband, fingers brushing against the soft hairs of his happy trail as you playfully tease him just right above where he's most sensitive. He grunts before grabbing your hands and twirling you around, pulling you into his chest as he settles his hands against your ass and squeezes tightly.
Tech
Tech leans back in his pilot seat as your arms wrap around his shoulders, soft lips pressing into his cheek in what is a sweet and completely innocent manner. He types a few notes on his data pad from the last mission, barely noticing the way your hands rub his shoulders before drifting lower towards his chest. Its only when your palms encompass his chest, softly squeezing and groping the flesh there, that he finally sets his data pad on his knee and turns to look at you. "Are you...massaging my pectoralis major?" "Man boobs, Tech." "Uh, no. That is incorrect."
Crosshair
Its nothing new to Crosshair when he feels your hands slide up and down the sides of his waist, before curling around his front and settling on his stomach. He's wiping down his rifle, breathing in sync with yours as you press your chest up against his backside, nose nuzzling into the curve of his spine needily. His lips quirk up, thinking he has you beat as your continue your desperate ministrations for his attention, until he feels a sharp nip through his blacks and he yelps, almost dropping his rifle. "What the fuck--did you just bite me?" He whips around, but you detach yourself from him quickly, darting down the Marauder as the echoes of your laughter follow.
Echo
Echo is slowly awoken by the feeling of smooth hands cascading up his shirt, fingers pressing into his abdomen, poking and prodding at his pale, warm skin. He can feel your nose nuzzling further into the crook of his neck, a soft exhale tickling his ear as you continue your tour around his stomach, oblivious to the fact that he's awake. And he would've let you continue, if your fingers didn't brush against his nipples and he was forced to grip your wrists. "I know what you're trying to do," he says, voice raspy and deep. "...just a pinch?" "No."
Clones included : Fox, Thorn, Datura (my OC because why not)
Warnings : none
Fox
★ He wants to be praised, but is too stubborn and prideful to admit it. Instead, he'd just glare at you, until he gets what he wants.
★ Fox insists he doesn't want to be coddled but absolutely melts when you give him affection. Rub his shoulders and scratch his scalp and you have him all soft for you.
★ Forehead kisses, lots of them. Just kiss his forehead and tell him he's going to be okay and he's doing a good job.
★ He can be distant at times, especially after a particularly exhausting day of dealing with Palpatine and the senators. Sometimes, he just needs some space but will always come back to you.
★ Fox is bossy and wants to be in control. But when he’s tired, he tends to act a bit less dominant. He just doesn't like to be teased about it, and is adamant. He hates appearing weak, and it takes a lot of time for him to be vulnerable with you.
★ He’s very observant and attentive, he often seems to notice everything about you even before you do.
★ He becomes jealous easily, and sometimes doesn't notice it. Won't hesitate to fight anyone who tries to flirt with you, and will be a little shit about it.
★ He thinks he doesn't deserve you, and feels like he is not enough for you. Gets snappy and defensive if you bring up the issue, and won't talk about it. But deep inside, he just doesn't want you to think any less of him.
★ He values loyalty above anything else. He’s completely devoted to you. Don't make him jealous on purpose or he will hold it against you, and will be petty and resentful. He is all yours and he wants you to be all his too.
★ Fox might not say it often, but he adores you. He would do anything for you, and he will give you everything he has to give.
Thorn
★ He loves when you brush his hair, or help him dye it. He gets all soft and mushy in your arms, and lets you coddle him as much as you want. Braid his hair and you will have a very happy and relaxed Thorn in your arms.
★ Loves to tease you whenever he has the opportunity. Thorn loves to make you laugh, and will do anything to protect your smile.
★ Bear hugs. A lot of them. He will just pick you up and hold you against him. Can carry you with one arm and loves to tease about how much you seem to like it.
★ Thorn loves compliments and is cocky about it, especially if you tell him how strong he is. Will absolutely work out in the middle of the living room, just so you can see him.
★ He likes showing his love through reliability. He's always there when you need him, offers his input when you have problems, and is overall a constant presence in your life.
★ Thorn has that cheerful and warm presence, and he's also your biggest supporter. Whatever you do, whether it's the simplest thing, he'd be so proud of you.
★ To him, you are the most amazing person in the whole galaxy. He loves to compliment and praise you, just because he wants to see you smile and blush.
★ He loves showing you off to his brothers, much to their dismay. You are the best thing that happened to him, and he is somewhat cocky about it. “My S/O did that for me.” “My S/O gifted me this.”
★ Gets more clingy after what happened on Scipio. He feels like he hasn't given you enough before, and really tries to make up for the lost time.
★ He's fiercely protective of you, and would give his life doing so. After Scipio, however, he realized that living for you is more important, and wants to be here for you more than he already was.
Datura
★ He likes taking care of you, always making sure you eat something, and drink enough water. He can get a bit overbearing at times, but it’s just his protective side coming off.
★ Small, sweet notes tucked into your stuff when he's away for long. Sometimes it’s sweet compliments, little doodles or telling you to drink more water.
★ Plants. So many plants in the house. Also keeps a schedule on the fridge for when to water them and all that.
★ Datura is very talkative and cheerful, he can talk for hours about what he loves. Usually it’s some obscure medical facts or anything related to food science. He just wants someone to whom he can talk about his knowledge. Just let him lie down on you, his head on your lap, and listen to him while playing with his hair.
★ That man would definitely read a bit too attentively the nutrition facts on the food you buy when you two go get groceries. “This has way too much sugar.” “It’s cookies, Datura.” “Still. I can make better ones.”
★ His love language is definitely acts of service. When he comes home, he often follows you around, checking if you might need his help.
★ Datura is so clingy and always wants to be close to you. After a long day, he is draped all over you and would complain if you try to move.
★ Melts if you fuss over him. If you kiss his scars or treat his wounds for him, he will look at you with heart eyes for hours.
★ He has a bit of a short temper and usually gets passive-aggressive when he’s mad. It does take some time before he realises that he shouldn't treat you like a soldier, and tries to calm himself down and act more comforting and encouraging instead.
★ Datura is stubborn and always insists on doing everything on his own. He hides it well behind his happy smile, but he's tired and just wants you to hold him and for once, let him forget about everything else.
A/N : wrote this at my internship instead of doing the work I gotta do but oh well ❤️🩹 also I might need to try to write about other clones instead of just Fox 🫠
“You’re not listening.” Fox called out to you from his spot on your lap, his amber eyes looking up at you. Mildly offended, his eyes narrowed, as he watched you pay more attention to the holofilm than to him.
“I am.” You replied, still focused on the screen in front of you, your hand now just resting on his neck instead of scratching it like you were seconds ago.
“You're not.” He mumbled, letting out a scoff. “You’re more interested in that shitty holofilm than me.” He shifted in your lap, now laying on his back, his head on your thighs. “Keep playing with my hair.” He added, his tone sounding commanding, but you were used to it by now.
You just rolled your eyes, but relented, your fingers carding through his hair, massaging his scalp. “Mhm. That's better.” Fox hummed, as if it was the most obvious thing. “I was saying… that kriffing senator from that kriffing planet, he's just a karking hypocrite. I saw him talking with that other senator, he's a di’kut as well, by the way. They all are. But him worse, and-” Fox continued on and on.
Truthfully you were only half-listening to his words, but you were so attentive to the sound of his voice. His accent, the way he pronounced some words, the way his tone would get deeper when he was annoyed… you always liked it when it got like that. And, you had to admit, you found it cute when his nose scrunched when he yapped about the shitty senators and their more shittier shenanigans. You didn't tell him, though. Fox would likely die than hear he was cute. He loved ‘handsome’ and begrudgingly accepted ‘pretty’. But that was about it.
The thought made you snicker, but it died in your throat when you felt a firm kiss on the neck. “Fox…” you groaned, and you looked at him.
He was sitting, now, his hand on your thigh, his face close to yours. His amber eyes were a mix of mild annoyance and neediness. “Pay attention to me.” He whispered, his voice slightly hoarse and low. When he got your eyes on him, he grabbed your chin, tilting your head closer to him. “Come on.” He said, and you could have sworn he sounded somewhat condescending. “Kiss me.”
You rolled your eyes, but relented nonetheless, giving him a deliberate light peck on his lips, a smile on your face when you thought about how bossy he could get. When you pulled back, Fox was still looking at you. His head tilted as he considered you in silence. There was an almost offended expression on his face, his eyebrow lifting.
“What?” You asked him, a smirk on your lips. “Something bothering you?” You added, making him roll his eyes.
“Give me a real one this time.” Fox said again, his eyes narrowing. He grabbed your chin between his fingers again, and this time, he didn't let you move. His mouth crushed on yours in a searing kiss, his hand on your thigh squeezing slightly.
You let out a soft gasp against his lips at the intensity, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, exploring it with an almost desperate intensity. When he pulled back, there still was that darkened glint in his eyes, mixed with the softness only you managed to pull out from him. “There.” He breathed, resting his forehead against yours, his fingers gently gripping your cheeks. “That is a real one.”
You let out a breathless chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing the tip of his nose. The gesture caught him by surprise, a light blush dusting his scarred cheeks.
“Soft.” You teased.
“The kark I am.”
“You are.”
“Shut it.”
“You are.”
Fox rolled his eyes, letting out a scoff. You hummed, watching him shift again against you. He lay back down on your lap, his nose nuzzling your stomach, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. “Pet me.” He almost ordered, his tone sounding more directive than usual.
That made you laugh, and you carded your fingers through his hair, playing with his dark curls. “There, there…” You murmured softly, but with a hint of condescension in your tone, mirroring his a few moments ago. That earned you another scoff from him.
Fox would never admit it, but deep down, he just wanted to lay on your lap and let you baby him. The thought of you baby-talking him popped up in his mind, and he bristled internally at it. But he also couldn't ignore the warmth in his chest. He groaned, his fingers gripping your waist more tightly.
“You’re making me act like a fool.” He muttered, as if it was your fault that he was being soft and needy around you.
“Oh, so now it's my fault that you’re being mushy?” You teased him, your fingers gently scratching his scalp, lightly pulling on the graying curls, eliciting a low groan from him.
“I'm the Marshall Commander of the Coruscant Guard. I don't do mushy. It’s ridiculous.” Fox stubbornly replied, although the slightly whiny tone in his voice proved the exact opposite.
“Sure you do.” You laughed at his indignant tone. “I believe you, Fox.”
He huffed at your words, and his face pressed deeper against your stomach, as if to hide his blushing cheeks. That made you smile. “Aw, Fox.” You said in a sweet tone, scratching his scalp.
“Stop.”
“Foxyyy…”
“Stop.”
“Foxyyy...”
“I hate you.” He sighed, but he couldn't quite ignore the warmth in his chest, nor the smile that tugged on his lips.
“I love you too, Fox.” You whispered, your tone softened. You sighed lightly, feeling him melt against you, a low whine coming out of his lips. This time, he didn't say anything, just basking in your affection and the way you would always treat him so gently. He seldom said it, but he just wanted some love and affection.
And you were always there to give everything he needed without him asking.
Contents and Warnings: Insomnia, growing panic due to Insomnia, service animal (charhound), intrusive thoughts, swear words, soft Wolffe, potentially OOC Wolffe, fluff, hurt/comfort, soft sleepy singing
Summary: plagued by anxiety, you can't sleep. Despite your best efforts, Wolffe wakes up beside you. Instead of being angry, he offers you a Lullaby to try and help calm you down.
Author's Notes: The other night I had really bad panic Insomnia and I wanted a comfort fic tailored to my bullshit. I decided it would be a good idea to make a playlist of songs I felt like Wolffe would sing to me in a soft baritone while rubbing my back and trying to soothe me out of my panic. Now that I've made it through the night, I'm writing the fic to go with the playlist. Please enjoy both! I hope you get some rest.
You went for a run. You hit the gym. You walked your charhound. You read a whole book, from start to finish. Cooked meals for the whole week, cleaned the house top to bottom, The laundry was even folded.
You can't sleep.
It wasn't for lack of trying. You'd lay in your bed, but as soon as you'd turned off the distractions, you were alone, and everything else came rushing in to attack you.
"You left the stove on. No. Not the stove, the oven. What's that smell? Are you burning the house down!?" You jump out of bed, run to the kitchen, and there's nothing wrong. The place is just how you left it. That burning smell was the crisp charcoal smell of your service charhound, Soot. You mentally kick yourself, how could you be so stupid? You know that smell, you've known it since she was a pup...
Back in bed. Okay, you think, okay this time will be it. This time you'll sleep.
"You forgot to feed Soot. Useless stupid owner how could you do that to your own baby?" But Soot is asleep at your bedside, her belly warm with her meal. You lay back down. You try to sleep.
You. Can't. Sleep.
Tears well in your eyes and you scream. You're so tired. You can't believe how exhausted you are and yet not a single moment of rest finds you. Soot gets up and puts herself in your arms to keep you from getting distructive. Her higher temperature keeps you warm, but all you feel is cold. You don't sleep a moment all night.
You feel sick, you're sluggish all the next day, because of course. You couldn't sleep. It's been 52 hours. The first day you could hide it, the second it started to show, but today... today you're with the wolfpack. If Plo Koon doesn't bring it to anyone's attention first, you know that Wolffe won't let it slide when he sees you. You've never wanted to stay away from the steely eyed commander more than today.
"You look like hell." Wolffe actually takes his helmet off to get a look at you, and it makes your stomach hurt when you see the concern on his face.
You sigh, roll your eyes, "Thanks. Go away." and turn away from Wolffe, trying to focus on your own work.
"No." His voice is hard, and you want to lash out, but when he grabs your wrist and turns you around, all your anger dissolves at his orders, "Tell me what's going on. Now."
Tears welling in the corners of your eyes, you try to blink them away, try to act tough, but you break under his gaze. "I can't sleep!"
You sob, hard. Wolffe jumps when you rush forward to close the gap, pressing your face against his chestplate, arms clinging around him, and openly sobbing. He hesitates, but eventually puts his arms around you, rubbing your back. It's so comforting, but it only serves to make you cry harder. It makes you realize just how touch starved you've been...
"Alright Cyar'ika, why can't you sleep?" You didn't know his voice could be so soft...
"I d-dont- dont know!" When you pull back, he holds your cheek, rubbing away tears. You close your eyes, and try to breath a little more evenly, "I h-have Insomnia, a-and it's been a few days since-"
"Days?!" Wolffe barks, now holding your face in both hands, "Kriff- you're coming with me."
He grabs your wrist, hauling you through the hallways of the ship. He opens a door to reveal a vacant sleeping quarters, and your stomach drops. "N-no, Wolffe, you don't get it... nothing is going to help, and especially not without Soot here, I won't be able to fall asleep. It's hard enough with Soot, but alone, I can't-"
"Shut up." You do, looking away bashfully, until the door closes behind the two of you, at which point Wolffe starts to take off his armor, "Get in the bed."
You blush wildly, covering your eyes, "Wolffe I'm sleep deprived, not- not sex deprived, I'm really sorry if I misled you but- s-stop laughing!"
"Cyar'ika, we are not having sex. Just getting my armor off so I'm comfortable too. Get in the damn bed, you'll see." Wolffe takes your hands from your eyes and leads you over to a bunk.
He helps you down, takes off your boots, and guides you to lay down. Your face is still hot when he gets into the bed with you, and he earns a squeak from you when he handles you into a cradled position. Your head rests on a pillow between yourself and his arm, comfortable for both of you. His other arms curls around you and you feel his hand rubbing soothingly up and down your back.
"I could use a rest, and you definitely need one. Get some sleep... that's an order." He chuckles at the last part, and for a moment, you think this might actually work.
Unfortunately, as soothing as it is, Wolffe's presence did nothing to stop the panic Insomnia. As soon as it's quiet, your mind starts racing. Thoughts of guilt, of shame, thoughts that this is all pity, that he didn't want you because you're undesirable, that-
"Cyare, quit squirming. What's going through that head of yours?"
"E-everything..." damn it. You didn't even notice your movements, but they'd been enough to wake Wolffe, "Once it's quiet, I can't sleep... can't stop the thoughts..."
There's a long, painfully quiet moment where you think you've said something wrong, until you hear Wolffe take a very deep breath. He kisses your forehead, whisping on your skin, "If you tell anyone about this I swear..."
It starts as a hum, a familiar tune rumbling in his chest. Eventually it builds, and he's whispering the song to you. You pull away a little, looking at Wolffe in awe, "Are you... singing me to sleep?"
"If it works." He kisses your forehead, encourages you to get comfortable again, and then picks up his song again once you're secured to his chest.
You don't even notice when you fall asleep. And you don't know how long you slept, but it was peaceful. Restful. You don't even remember the dreams you had, if you had then at all.
"Hey there Cyar'ika, sleep well?" Waking up in his arms, that's what really felt like a dream.
SUMMARY: "when i met ana, i knew; i loved her to the point of invention." -sarah ruhl
WORDS COUNT: 1.1k
RATINGS + WARNINGS: general audiences. fluff. valentines day blurb. use of y/n. au where everyone is happy on pabu.
NOTES: bada bing bada boom this is 4 days laaaaaaaaate so sorry humblest of apologies please love it
STAR WARS MASTERLIST
“Tech?”
“Yes?”
“...what is that?”
Life on Pabu was breezy. Safe, protected, warm, and happy; Pabu was cut from a different cloth than the rest of the galaxy, light despite the unrelenting weight of Empirical oppression. Thus was why the Bad Batch had chosen it to hunker down and perhaps create some roots somewhere not centered around war and pain.
With the entrance of the Batch on Pabu, came the entrance of Tech into Y/N’s life.
Peculiar, that one was, but you couldn’t help but find yourself enamored by him. Naturally, it was a slow progression between the two of you, with a friendship forming before the man even started processing the second layer of your relationship. Even with the ever so gracious help of Omega, Tech was oblivious to the little hints, the tension that organically formed, and could not fathom why you would go out of your way to do the simplest of things for him.
Tech was more than capable of feeding himself, yet from time to time dinner was brought over with claims of having extra. He knew there was no way you, who lived alone, would have this much leftover food for one meal yet the possibility of you intentionally making this just to bring it to him was unrealistic—and even further, impossible.
It had been Hunter who had let him in on the not so hidden fact that dinner nights with you weren’t really meant for them all. Yes, you were all of their friend—but those visits, that thought and care was for Tech. He had argued, of course, and it had been Omega this time who informed him that that was just what you do.
“What they care for someone, they do things for them,” she explained as if it was the most obvious thing as she tinkered with some gadget. “Y/N makes dinner for all of us, but they always make your favorites, Tech. You know,” she turned, grinning at her brothers, “they always carry a cloth in case you need to clean your goggles.” With that, the girl stood from her seat, gathering her things and exiting the room, leaving behind an air of wisdom of someone much older than her. She did that often, and that was why Tech slightly believed her.
Upon further research, Tech discovered what was known as a love language. The dots, how ever he missed them before, finally connected in his mind in the late of night.
Rules he upheld with his brothers and Omega, he was more lax with you. Your presence when he was not in the mood to socialize was more tolerable than the rest, and he recalled all the times he had observed and factually stated that you were beautiful to himself. Beauty, though subjective in nature, was a natural occurrence in life. And Tech was not afraid of the truth, and the truth was that you had been beautiful all along, and he had thought of you slightly more special than most others he knew.
That was what had led them to this moment. Tech had stayed up all night, working into the wee hours of morning on as many projects as he could manage. And then, waiting until he knew you would go about your usual tasks of the day, he trekked to your home and installed every creation he had produced.
“You complained that the cover over your walkway floods your garden when it rains, so I created a funneling system to redirect the waterflow elsewhere,” he answered, pushing his goggles up his nose. “And you mentioned a draft because your front door would not close all the way, so I fixed it. And the side window that was previously cracked has been replaced with an upgraded version.”
Your heart squeezed in your chest as you watched him rock ever so slightly on his feet, glancing at you here and there but not keeping his eyes on one thing too long, and it struck you that he must have been nervous. While Tech was known to fidget, nerves were not something he displayed signs of hardly ever, and heat gathered in your cheeks.
The sun was warm, Tech was as handsome as ever, and your smile could not have been any larger. “An upgraded version, huh?” Your eyebrows raised playfully, voice light as you took one step closer.
“Yes, upgraded,” he affirmed seriously before continuing, beginning to walk away. “As per your complaints, the window offered no privacy nor did it—” he cut himself off, stopping in his tracks when he noticed you hadn’t walked off with him. Instead of grumbling or giving a sarcastic quip, as he was ever inclined to do, he backtracked until your hand was grasped in his. He tugged your arm lightly, beckoning you to follow him as he resumed his explanation. “As I was saying, nor did it filter any of Pabu’s natural light in your home, so…” he trailed off until the two of you were planted right in front of the said window on the side of your house.
It was your bedroom window to be exact, and true to his word, it was no longer cracked.
But instead of regular transparasteel, the surface had been frosted over. You could no longer see right into the room, but instead see little designs in the glass, swirls and such riddled all over the place. “I made this last night,” he offered, looking between you and the window, voice much softer than before. “The light, it will not be as harsh on you, and you now have privacy while still having the effect of an open window, which…” he exhaled ever so slightly, the weight of your hand in his heavy on his mind as he looked over at you once again, “which I know you love.”
He was right. You had mentioned that the solution to your problem was as simple as some curtains, but then that would eliminate the natural light as a whole and that was the opposite of what you wanted. You had not had the skills or the mindset to create the solutions to these problems, though not detrimental in severity, but for some reason Tech had taken it upon himself to be the one to remedy them.
“Tech…” you whispered, looking at him with a tender love he was not used to receiving. It made his heart rate accelerate in his chest, as he thought back to all of the acts of service you had done for not only him but his family as well.
You had loved him to the point of service, and Tech had realized that he loved you to the point of invention.
“No need to mention it,” he whispered back, unable to fight off the blush in his cheeks as you smiled at him. “That is just what people do when they care. You taught me that.”
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Hello!!! It's eternal-transcience again! I am constantly thinking of smooching Rex's scars, so I was wandering if it was possible to have yet another Rex x Short!FemReader where there's some scar smooching (especially the one on his chest from Season 2)? I get so weak thinking about it!
No obligation and take all the time you need! I love your writing so much <333333
Worship You
Pairing: Rex x Fem!Reader
Summary: You smooch Rex’s scars and smooch other parts of him as well. 😘
Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Smut. No plot. Male receiving oral. Mentions of scars. Rex is mentioned as your husband. Fluffy.
WC: ~1200.
A/N: Kim, you wonderful person, you! Thanks for this ask. I was going to keep it fluffy but…I decided to make it spicy as a lil’ treat. I had this take place after the war…everyone lives AU etc. etc…Rex deserves a quiet life filled with BJs. 😌
Your front door whooshed open and you stepped through the entry, balancing groceries in your arms from the local market.
You strolled to the kitchen, setting down the ingredients for dinner on the counter.
The sound of the shower running signaled that your husband was home.
You quickly put the perishables away, padding into your bedroom. Steam escaped from the refresher, and the familiar scent of Rex’s soap wafted in the air.
“I’m home!” You called, not wanting to startle him, peeking into the refresher.
“I know, mesh’la.” He called back, the frosted glass of the shower blocking him from view. He may not be a soldier anymore, but he was still acutely aware of his surroundings at all times. “Be out in just a minute.” He said, the shower turning off.
“No rush.” You were about to leave to let him get dressed, but you decided to stay. Something about his broad silhouette opposite of the frosted glass enticed you, your mind wandering to dirtier and dirtier thoughts as you waited.
You sat on the bed, which gave you a partial view of the shower. “Just enjoying the view.”
A few seconds later Rex emerged from the steamy room. He had a towel wrapped low around his waist, water droplets glistening as they slid down his tanned skin, catching on his many scars. You met him halfway as he walked toward the bed, capturing him in a kiss. You stood on your tip-toes, wrapping your arms around his neck. You always loved your size difference, feeling so safe against his strong form.
His body radiated heat from the shower, his lips warm as they slid along yours, kissing you back with immediate desire.
Your body ignited, lightly tracing your fingertips down his buzzed head. Rex still kept it short, even after all these years.
You didn’t mind.
Your hands slid down, feeling the raised tissue from his many scars. Scars that told his story, that led him to you. Scars that proved he was a survivor.
Some mornings you’d wake up, sleep hazing your mind and tricking you into thinking you were still in the war. You’d fling your arm over, feeling Rex’s warm and alive body next to yours. Relief would flood your system in realizing that he was there with you not on a mission on some far-flung planet for Maker knows how long.
You were both grateful that now you could wake up in one another’s arms every morning, the war long past.
“Lay down.” You managed to gasp, as the kiss was now fervent, Rex tugging at your clothes as his tongue danced with yours.
“Yes, ma’am.” He smirked, breaking the kiss as he dropped his towel, showing off just how much he appreciated your advances.
You quickly stripped your clothes, climbing on top of him on the bed, his length pressing deliciously against your pussy, sending sparks up your spine. You leaned down, kissing him again, Rex’s hands reverently wandering over your skin, bucking up into you, sliding his cock through your wet folds.
You pulled away from his lips, kissing down his stubbled jaw, giving extra attention to the small scar on his chin. You kissed his neck, intending to find every scar, every mark, every freckle, and give them equal attention.
Rex groaned at the loss of your warm pussy against his cock as you moved down his body.
“Patience.” You murmured, tracing your hand over the large scar in the middle of his chest, kissing around it.
You knew every scar already, knew every story. Some were faded to the point of disappearing, others ragged and deep, part of him always. It still didn’t stop you from worshiping him.
“I love you.” You murmured, meeting his gaze momentarily, which held nothing but pure love in return. “I love every part of you, always.”
Rex opened his mouth to answer, but all that came out was a deep groan, your hand lightly gripping his cock as you made your journey down his body. He didn’t need to say anything.
You knew his answer.
You slowly pumped him, relishing the way his body reacted, and how hot his skin was under your hand, using his excitement leaking from the tip to glide your hand up and down more easily.
His abdominal muscles twitched under your lips, now hungry for something more. You still had more scars to kiss, to love, to worship, before you got to where you both wanted most.
You finally made it to the junction of his hip, nipping at the sensitive flesh, causing him to jolt slightly and sigh your name in a short pant.
You took a moment to admire his cock, flush with color and standing proud with desire.
You lightly licked the side of his hard shaft, a soft moan escaping his lips above you.
“Maker…” Rex groaned, gripping the bedsheets around him.
You slowly kissed up to the tip, wrapping your lips around and sucking gently. Rex’s hand released the sheets to hold your head, his fingers finding purchase in your hair. His legs trembled as you went to work, teasing and swirling your tongue around his thick cock, ever so slowly taking him more and more into your mouth.
You loved how heavy he felt in your mouth, how full you were with him, knowing only you could make him feel this way.
Rex was writhing beneath you, his breath ragged. You knew he was holding back, wanting to buck his hips. You took him as far as you could go, slowly gliding your lips to his tip and back down again.
“K-Kriff…mesh’la…I…” Rex’s utterances were cut with moans as you continued faster, pumping him with your mouth, giving special attention to his head. You could taste his arousal, his cock twitching in your mouth as his body convulsed and his breath hitched.
You hummed, pleased with his reactions. You glanced up at him when you could, the look on his face increasing the ache between your legs. Rex was completely wrecked, brows furrowed, eyes locked onto you, mouth agape as he couldn’t hold back his deep, heavenly sounds.
Fuck, you could almost cum seeing him like this.
You grasped the base of his cock, using your hand to bring him more pleasure, knowing he was getting close.
“Close…kriff, I’m so close, mesh’la…” Rex was lost in his bliss now, you could tell he was going to explode any second. His body was twitching and his control was mostly gone, carefully bucking his hips up into your mouth, still careful to not hurt you.
You squeezed his thigh with your free hand, signaling that it was okay for him to let go.
Rex came hard, letting loose a string of praises and moans that turned into your name. Your mouth filled with his warm seed, and you greedily took it all, swallowing what he offered.
You continued to pump him delicately, careful to not overstimulate him. He panted as he came down from his high, his hands carding through your hair in thanks. You sat up, wiping your mouth, gazing down at him and how lovely he looked. Sweat replaced the dampness from the shower, his chest heaving and eyes ignited with lust and thanks.
You nestled yourself against him, tracing your finger again on his large chest scar.
Rex let out a long, satisfied breath, kissing the top of your head.
“Thank you.” He murmured. “Let me return the favor.”
“I will…can we just lay here a moment, though?” You nuzzled closer into him, breathing in his scent, hearing his breath, feeling his scar under your fingertips.
@clonexreaderbingo (if you want me not to tag you on future late additions lmk)
Square filled: "go to sleep"
Word count: 341
Warnings: trauma, nightmare, The Outpost & related topics, comfort
Note: I am well aware that I am posting this in March of 2024, but I decided I wanted to keep going, deadline be damned.
Crosshair awoke with a start, coughing violently, as he desperately fought to remove the snow that had filled his lungs in the avalanche. He needed to get to Mayday.
No- no, that wasn’t right. There wasn’t snow here and this wasn’t the mountain. The warm breeze fluttering the curtains as it passed through the open window was enough to dispel that. There were no vultures overhead, just the lazily turning blades of the ceiling fan. To his right wasn’t Mayday, but you, not frostbitten or injured, just sleeping.
He screwed his eyes shut, pressing his palms to them despite the way his right hand trembled.
“Cr’ss?” you murmured, groggily sitting up and scooching closer. “‘S’okay, baby.”
“I’m fine,” he answered too quickly. “Go to sleep.”
Despite his protest, you wrapped your arms around him, the warmth of your body enveloping his. You sleepily coached him through a breathing exercise, still holding him tightly and rubbing small circles into his back.
“Wanna talk?” you asked simply.
He sat silent, still going through the exercise without your guidance, but gave a little shake of his head.
You hummed an acknowledgment, repositioning yourself between him and the headboard with your legs on either side of him. Gradually, you eased him back to lean against you. He turned onto his side to press his ear against your chest, visibly relaxing as he listened to your heartbeat, strong and steady.
You combed your fingers through the short silver hair that had finally started to get some length back to it. “Which one?”
“Outpost,” he whispered.
You pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head, heart aching when he shuddered underneath you. “Cold?”
He nodded, nuzzling his head ever closer to your chest. You reached down, grabbing and pulling the blanket up over both of you.
“Want more?”
He nodded again, so you reached for the remote on his nightstand. Turning it to a low setting, you heard a soft sigh of relief.
“What do you need, baby?” you murmured into his hair.
