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You Between Us ~ Rex and Howzer x Fem!Jedi Reader

Summary: You used to be a General in the GAR. Instead of fighting along side Howzer and the rest of your battalion, or joining Anakin and the 501st for a mission, you now live an isolated life on Takodana. An unexpected request for assistance from Rex and Howzer leads to more than any of you three could have anticipated. NO CLONECEST!!!!! Word Count: 6k Warnings: alcohol consumption, f/m/m threesome (18+ pls, the goal was for this to be filthy), brief mention of drug/substance use (literally only one line), little angsty bc post Order 66, NO CLONECEST, Howzer is a little possessive of his general, fluff A/N: so get this, i wrote almost this whole thing then it randomly vanished. i feel like the original version was better and i want to SOB but oh well. here's to everyone who wishes they could live out their wildest dreams with Howzer and Rex.

The golden haze of the Takodana sunset cast long shadows over the forest and along the edge of your hidden homestead. A cool breeze rustled the leaves, but inside the stone cottage, warmth glowed from a crackling fire, soft lights, and the forgotten, quiet holoprojector casting a boloball match. You hadn’t seen Rex in almost a year. As for Howzer, it's been longer. Yet here they were, armor scuffed and helmets off, each settling down on two futons facing each other, a low table separating them.

You rested on the third couch that boxed in the table, looking up at the boloball match across the room.

"Maker," Rex exhaled, reaching forward and holding a bottle of Corellian whiskey up to the light, "You’ve been hoarding the good stuff out here, huh?"

You smirked, picking up and swirling your own glass, "Perks of not being on the run every minute of the day. It's hard to maintain the mainstream liquor when you're dodging Imperial patrols."

Howzer chuckled, the sound low and familiar. He hadn’t changed much. The streak of gray in his hair was new, and the haunted look in his eyes hadn’t been there during the war. But his voice still hit like home, "I still don’t know how you managed to stay off their radar. Takodana isn’t exactly Outer Rim, middle of nowhere, wasteland."

You shrugged, leaning back into the cushions, "That's kind of the point. There's also plenty of ruins around here to hide in. Oh, and I’ve had help."

Rex shot you a knowing look. “You still have those old Republic sensors buried around the perimeter?”

“I upgraded them last year. You two actually tripped half my alerts on the way in.”

Howzer winced, “Damn. I thought I was being stealthy.”

You all laughed and it felt natural. Comfortable even. Like the galaxy wasn’t burning down around you.

Rex leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, “Still. You didn’t have to say yes. I know calling you into this mess puts a target on your back.”

You met his gaze, “You were always the responsible one.”

He chuckled, "You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“You wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t serious.”

He looked down at his drink, swirling it once before meeting your eyes again. “It is. The Clone Underground’s doing more than just hiding deserters now. We’re organizing larger operations. Rescuing others. We’ve got a network from Lothal to Tatooine now. But we’re stretched thin. We need safe houses. Supplies. Tactical minds.”

Howzer raised his glass toward you with a crooked smile, “That’s where you come in, General.”

You rolled your eyes, “Don’t call me that.”

“You’ll always be General to me.”

A brief silence fell, heavy with memory of your days in the field with the boys. The desperate sieges. The narrow escapes. Everything. But especially the way Howzer had stood at your side through it all, unwavering, even when the tide of the war turned dark.

And then came Order 66.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, “I’m not the person I was during the war. I’m not even sure I want to be.”

Rex spoke gently, "None of us are. That’s not what this is about. We don’t need a Jedi. We need you. ”

You exhaled slowly, “For you boys, anything. I’m in.”

Rex smiled, and Howzer raised his glass in salute.

“Then let’s drink,” you said, lifting your own.

“To old friends,” Rex cheered.

“To rebellion,” Howzer added.

You smiled, “To surviving.”

The glasses clinked together with a soft chime, fire cracking in the background.

With the bottle nearly empty and laughter echoing through the room, the memories started pouring out.

"You remember the rain mission on Kampeera?" Howzer grinned, pouring another round, "The one where our transport skidded into that swamp and sunk nose-first?"

You laughed, “You skidded into that swamp. I told you the terrain was unstable.”

“You said ‘watch your approach.’ Not ‘don’t land.’”

Rex smirked, “I remember hearing about that one. The whole battalion smelled like bog rot for a week.”

Howzer raised his eyebrows, “You smelled like that longer, if I recall.”

You were laughing so hard you nearly spilled your drink, “It took days to get the mud out of my armor. And don’t think I didn’t notice you hiding in the med tent to avoid debrief.”

“I was injured!”

“Please! You had a sprained ankle!”

Rex leaned back, smiling wistfully, "It’s strange, you know? Talking about those days like they were good times. They shouldn’t have been. We lost too much.”

Your smile faltered, “But they were real. We were real. And we had each other.”

Silence fell again, heavier this time.

Rex stared into his glass, “I still remember the day I got the call from Howzer. Said something was wrong. That Fives—”

“Don’t,” Howzer's voice was quiet, the usual calm in his tone gone, “I still have nightmares about it.”

You watched him carefully, " But you resisted when the order came.”

He didn’t look at you, “Barely. Long enough to warn my men to stand down. Long enough to let you escape.”

Rex looked between you two, "You never told me that.”

Howzer’s jaw tightened, "I didn’t want to admit I almost failed. That I almost-" he finally looked at you, pain flickering behind his eyes, “I almost killed you.”

You reached towards him, placing a hand over his, “But you didn’t. That's what matters.”

Rex leaned forward, “We all have ghosts. But we can’t let them define us. That’s why we fight. Not to fix the past. But to make sure the future’s better.”

You nodded slowly, “Exactly! So how can I help you two?”

Rex hesitated, then took another long drink before answering, "Access codes. Supply runs. Intelligence from the inside.”

You raised an eyebrow, “You think I still have contacts?”

Howzer met your gaze, “You used to have a friend in the Senate, right?”

You blinked, caught off guard, “I-, That was a long time ago.”

Rex looked at you, eyes sharp now, “Are still alive?”

You sighed and rubbed at your temple, "Not exactly. Not in the way you remember.”

Howzer frowned, "What does that mean?”

"Senator Bail Organa of Alerdaan. He was always sympathetic to the Jedi and fiercely loyal to the Republic, but not to the politics. He actually helped me disappear here after the Jedi fell.”

Rex perked up, "Could he get us access to the location of clone prisons? Maybe find out where the Empire’s holding deserters?”

“Maybe,” you replied, crossing your arms, “But he’ll want proof you're worth trusting."

A new bottle was opened. The liquor was now a dark spiced rum smuggled from Ryloth. The warmth was more intense than the whiskey, sinking deep into your bones as the hours slipped away.

Howzer was fully relaxed now, his legs stretched out on the couch and his armor piled beside the end table in a neat stack. Rex's lower armor remained on, one leg cross over his thigh and his drink cradled loosely in one hand. You sat curled on the sofa, legs tucked beneath you, Howzer still on a separate couch to your left with Rex on the other to your right. The three of you faced the liquor bottle littered coffee table in the center of the small room.

The mood had shifted. The lightness of earlier now gave way to something more reflective. More intimate.

“You know,” Rex said slowly, topping off his glass, “you were always one of the few Jedi we actually liked.”

You raised an eyebrow, "Liked?”

He smirked, lazily waving his free hand in figure eights, “Respected. Trusted. Enjoyed. All that.”

Howzer nodded in agreement, “Most of the Jedi were distant and too caught up in rules. You actually encouraged us to have fun.”

You snorted, “I was constantly breaking the rules. I'm pretty sure the Council was one more infraction away from exiling me.”

“And we loved you for that,” Howzer retorted, gaze catching yours with something unspoken behind it.

Your heart beat a little faster as you looked at your glass, trying to laugh it off, “Well, someone had to keep you boys entertained.”

The moment didn’t break.

Howzer’s voice dropped, “I remember the last mission. Before the war ended. You kissed me good luck before we jumped into that canyon on Altirax.”

You froze.

Rex blinked, looking between you. “Wait, what?!”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “You weren’t supposed to remember that, Howzer!"

Howzer’s voice was teasing now. “Hard to forget when it’s the last thing you do before nearly dying.”

Rex choked on his drink, “You two were-”

“No,” you cut him off, “Besides, if giving him a quick peck while on the brink of death was the worst thing I did during my time as a Jedi, I'm sure the Council would have been thrilled.”

Howzer pressed his lips together, ignoring the smug smirk on Rex's face. “Well, this just got more interesting," Rex mumbled against his glass.

“And you’re drunk,” you playfully sing, briefly pointing your finger at Rex.

“Maybe,” he admitted, “but you can't make a statement like that then not tell us what worse things you did.”

You stared into the fire, feeling both their gazes locked onto you, "I forgot."

Howzer scoffed, “Coward.”

“Tactical retreat,” you winked back, taking a slow sip of your drink, "I'd hate to be the one to expose your innocent minds to my pre-trial shenanigans."

Rex peered at you from over his glass, "Are you suggesting we can't handle it?"

You shook your head, crossing your leg over your lap before lowering your voice slightly, speaking in a more flirtatious tone. A tell tale sign the alcohol is now completely to your head, "No. I'm suggesting I've got to keep some personal mysteries," you extended your arm out slightly, looking at your nails you painted earlier in the day before continuing, "like all the clubbing, death sticks, the threesome, sneaking alcohol into the temple, the street drugs from the lower levels."

You stopped, still looking at your hand, "but I suppose death sticks and street drugs could be the same-"

Rex and Howzer were gawking at you. Hard.

"Yes?" You questioned, casually topping off your drink.

Howzer and Rex darted glances between each other and you for a few moments, silently deciding who would could put words together first.

Rex took a long sip from his glass, his throat bobbing as his swallowed, "From a younger you, yeah, I could see most it," he huffed, tilting his drink to you, "the threesome though," he took another sip, "I wouldn't have guessed that one."

A deep laugh bubbled from your chest, "Hey, we were just curious young Jedi messing around with each other before trials before we were forced to swear to a life of celibacy."

Howzer nearly choked on his drink, "It was with other Jedi?! Please tell me Rex and I know-"

"Nope! Don't even think about it," you answered, crossing your arm across your chest, "Sworn to secrecy." You held back a grin, imagining how Rex would feel if he knew of your fooling around with Anakin back in the day. "Besides," you flicked your wrist, "it was horrible."

"Jedi having no game? Tell us something we don't know," Howzer sarcastic snorted, just barely over a whisper, earning a snicker from Rex.

You uncrossed your leg and moved to the edge of the couch, giving Howzer an annoyed look, "Oh, do share your experiences with threesomes and seducing Jedi since you known so much" Rex's laugh was quickly silenced when you snapped your head towards him and asked the same question.

"Can't speak for Howzer, but no. I-. No. No Jedi. No threesome. Never," Rex stammered, looking down at his glass, cheeks flushed.

Howzer took his legs off the couch and sat up straight, resting his arm on the arm resting closest to you and rolling his eyes, "It was a joke. If I ever got with a Jedi, I'm sure you'd find out somehow."

A small smile curled on the edge of your lip, completely oblivious to the fact your face was dangerously close to Howzer's. Noting this, Howzer leaned back into the couch cushion, nodding to Rex, "maybe someday, we'll get our shots with Jedi. Then, we'll report back to you on that. As long as you promise to have a good threesome then report back to us."

Shutting your eyes, you took a deep breath, "Howzer, you're drunk."

"Deal?" He held out a pinkie. You weren't getting away from this.

"Okay, deal," you sighed, intertwining your pinkie with his, raising your glass, "here's to sex with Jedi and good threesomes!"

Once again, laughter filled the air. "By the way," you added, "I don't think it's fair to assume the Jedi are lousy in bed."

Rex let out playful chuckle, "I can think of quite few men who had fond fantasies of you being quite the opposite."

A quick sip of rum suppressed your laugh.

"You're looking at two of them, cyar'ika."

The words slipped out before Howzer could stop himself. Rex snapped his head to Howzer, his stare shooting daggers at him.

All the energy from an exploding star couldn't even begin to compete to the sudden energy shift in the room.

"I- He doesn't know what he's saying right now," Rex grunted between gritted teeth, desperately trying to brush away Howzer's comment.

But Howzer slowly pushed himself off the couch and sat down next to you, his thigh pressed against yours. Rex stared at Howzer's every motion. Howzer grazed your shoulder with his knuckle, admiring the way you looked at his touch.

You felt every small shift of his body. His gaze kept dropping to your mouth and then back to your eyes like he was holding himself back by sheer force of will. You didn’t stop him nor did you want to. Everything in you was wound tight with both drunk desire and with long-buried longing finally surfacing in the moment.

But then, without looking away from you, Howzer spoke.

“Rex,” he said quietly, raising a suggestive eyebrow.

You glanced over to Rex, his expression unreadable. The reflection of the fireplace danced in his eyes, flickering between shadow and light. You didn’t know when he’d started watching, but he hadn’t looked away.

"It's funny," Rex huffed, setting his drink down, placing his hand on your neck. Your hand fell to your lap, his face growing closer to yours. When he was inches away, he turned to face Howzer, "our whole lives, we've waited for permission. For our general's approval. But now," he paused, returning his attention back to you.

Except he didn't finish his sentence. Instead, he leaned forward, placing his lips carefully on yours, making sure the first time his lips touched yours was slow and intimate. His mouth moved gently over yours, unhurried, as though he was memorizing every shape, every motion your mouth made, every small twitch from the corner of your lip.

You deepened it, tilting your head slightly, and his hand slid to your shoulder and down to your hand. The warmth of him running his palm down your arm gave you goosebumps. the solid strength behind that tenderness, made you press in closer.

Howzer loudly exhaled, attempting to catch either yours or Rex's attention. Neither of you pulled away. In another desperate attempt, he cleared his throat. You and Rex broke the kiss, looking up at a very impatient Howzer. Rex got the memo.

"I forgot what I was saying but," Rex continued, letting go of your hand and swiping his finger across your lip, removing the string of saliva between your mouths, "I've been thinking about doing that for a long time," his voice was more rough with each word.

You felt your breath catch and your heart stop. The confession lingered between the three of you as Rex retreated back to his original spot on the couch, taking his glass back into his hand. He studied Howzer for a long beat, then looked at you again. There was something in his eyes. Not jealousy. Not resistance. Just rawness. Emotion. Understanding.

"Kiss her, Howzer," he rasped, knowing those three words just changed the dynamic between the three of you forever.

In an instant, Howzer's palm was pressed to your cheek, forcing your attention to him. His gaze sent shockwaves down your spine as he placed one hand on your shoulder and one knee off to your side, softly shoving you onto your back. Your hair fell into your face as you fell back, extending your arm out to prevent the remainder of your drink from spilling. You dropped it anyway. The heat from the closeness of his chest against yours burned. Howzer inhaled deeply, hovering over your lips, realizing you had just as strong of a grip on his heart as you had through the war.

He knew that it was playing with fire. That he was going to wake up tomorrow hungover and still drunk in love with you, but he kissed you anyway. He wanted to feel the softness of you lips one more time., just like on Altirax. Digging your fingers in, you pulled Howzer closer and kissed him back even harder. Your touch softened and dragged upwards across his back until your fingers stopped along the back of his neck. He pushed further, exploring deeper into your mouth as ran his hands over your shoulders and down your back.

Pulling away for a moment, Howzer shifted to kiss your neck, drawing out a gasp as he pressed kisses along your jaw, not pulling away until you were both out of breath. Blinking up at him, you smiled, before turning your head to meet Rex's stare. He was dressed in only his blacks now, one leg propped up on the couch with his arm loosely over his knee.

“Rex,” you breathed. The way you said his name, so soft and sensual, made his mouth go dry. He poured the rest of his drink back and swallowed, placing his empty glass on the table in front of him before kneeling down in front of you. Howzer's lips continued sloppily trailing across your neck. Reaching out, you touched Rex’s cheek, dragging you fingers across his skin. Though it was only moment ago he got to taste you, he felt as if he was starving. Gentle motions grew quickly grew rougher, his tongue rolling over your bottom lip.

Giving Rex control, Howzer lifted off of you and removed his blacks, hoping to give you a surprise when you were finished with Rex. Instead, he watched as you reached out and curled his fingers around Rex’s neck to pull him close.

Howzer rolled his eyes, grabbing the hem of your shirt and tugging it over your head, breaking the kiss with Rex. He swallowed, throat tight and heat flushing through him as you and Rex snapped a displeased glare at him.

"Wouldn't want to see her overdressed for the occasion. Right, Rex?" Howzer hummed, winding a piece of your hair around his finger.

You tried to steady your breathing. Something about the mix of the alcohol, the kissing, being exposed to Howzer and Rex, and Howzer's naked body just inches above you set a fire in your core.

Shifting slightly, you propped yourself on your elbows, pulling your hair off your back before turning towards Rex and looking over your shoulder at Howzer, "Care to do the honors?".

Howzer took his time unclasping your chest band, exposing your chest to Rex. Heat flushed to Rex's cheeks at he took the sight of you in. "Here," you offered with a gentle tone, carefully taking his shirt off, a satisfied grin on your face, "much better."

Rex's hands, began to explore your body, tracing the curves of your hips and the swell of your breasts. His touch sent shivers down your already weak spine. His thumbs brushed against your nipples, causing you to arch your back into his touch.

Howzer's hands moved lower, cupping your ass, pulling you closer to him. You could feel his hardness pressing against you as he pulled you onto his lap, straddling over his hips. You let out a soft moan, your hands reaching up to tangle his hair. His lips found yours as Rex continued to tease your chest. Howzer's fingers found the band of shorts, pulling them down.

Rex's lips left yours, pulling away to remove his lower blacks. Meanwhile, Howzer's fingers found your wetness, making you moan softly as he began to stroke you. Your body moved with a fluid grace against Howzer, your hips grinding in a slow, sensuous rhythm, muffled groans pouring from his lips.

"Hey," Rex breathed, snapping your attention away from Howzer. You gaze locked onto Rex's exposed length, pre-cum already beading at the tip. While continuing to sway your hips against Howzer, you placed your tongue at the base of Rex's throbbing cock, licking slowly to the tip, keeping your eyes locked with Rex.

Rex exhaled in pleasure at the sight of your tongue on his cock. Gripping your hair with one hand, he began to tug, thrusting his length into your mouth.

You choked as Rex bottomed out at the back of your throat. Pleased with his effect on you, he pinched your nipple with his other hand, curious how far he could push you. Instinctually, you carefully grasped his balls, massaging them gentle in your hand. It was all too much for him. He was close. Too close.

He ripped his cock from your mouth, placing both hands on your shoulders and shoving you off Howzer. Your eyes widened as your back hit the couch, cool air hitting your wet folds.

"Sorry vod," he hastily apologized to Howzer before positioning himself on top of you, lining himself up between your thighs.

Before you could prepare for Rex inside you, his balls were already slapping against your ass. You let out a yelp of pain as the sudden motions stretched your walls.

As Rex continued to thrust into you, Howzer knelt at your side. Wincing, moans kept flowing from your mouth, pushing Rex closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh!" you gasped, reaching for Howzer's hair, desperate to hold onto something. Howzer pressed his lips to your forehead, one hand massaging your breast.

Rex's movement's suddenly became ferrel, and with a few especially deep thrusts, you felt his cock twitch. "Kriffing maker!" Rex moaned, emptying his balls inside you. He stopped thrusting, his body collapsing on top of yours, his breaths heavy.

Howzer stiffened, slowly lifting his lips from your forehead, darkness glazing over his eyes as he stared down Rex. In one swift motion, Howzer slid his arm under you and flipped both you and Rex over. Rex gave Howzer a startled glance.

"Don't give me that look," Howzer scoffed, hopping on the couch behind you and gripping your hips. There was an added venom in in voice, "with all due respect," he paused, running a finger across your still drenched folds. His grip on your hip tightened as he felt Rex's cum on you. Something about Rex getting to finish inside you before him lit a fire in his core. Howzer tugged your hips up, lining his erection with your soaked opening, "you have a whole lot a nerve to cum in my general." He emphasized the "my", feeling you tense at his words.

"Howzer, please," you begged. You weren't sure if you were wanting him to drop the general title or impale you. Regardless, you got the ladder.

His thrusts were rough, yet perfectly placed. Perhaps it was the different angle, but you were taken aback by how different Howzer felt compared to Rex.

Howzer continued to violently shove himself into you, your breasts bouncing against Rex's chest with each thrust. You bit down on Rex's chest as Howzer hit the right spot inside of you, your legs on the brink of going weak.

"Please," you whined, barely audible, "I'm so close Howzer."

"Oh cyar'ika," Howzer moaned, increasing the speed of his thrusts and leaning into your back, placing his mouth against your ear, "let go." As if you were under his command, you did as he instructed, crying out his name as your walls collapsed around him.

He continued to fuck you while you crumbled underneath him, the sight pushing him over the edge. You whimpered as he neared his release, your orgasm pulsating around his cock. It was too much for him. Howzer pushed himself even farther into you, releasing his orgasm in one hard thrust.

Rex wiped the beads of sweat from your forehead while Howzer finished emptying his load into you before collapsing onto your back. The scent of each other's orgasms filled the room; the sound of Howzer's breaths loud in your ear.

Half your body was sprawled over Rex, your cheek resting on his chest. He had one arm behind his head, one loosely around your neck, pullimg you closer into him. His breathing was steady beneath you, each inhale lifting you slightly. It felt like the rhythm of lullaby you didn’t realize you needed. The slow thud of his heartbeat pulsed against your ear, providing a comforting harmony.

Behind you, Howzer’s chest was pressed against your side, one arm draped on your spine, his fingers gently curled in your hair. His presence was quieter than Rex’s, but just as solid. He didn’t say anything after he finished, but you could feel the way he matched your breathing.

None of you had moved in a while. There wasn’t any need.

The passionate heat faded, replaced by something quieter and deeper. A stillness that held more intimacy than any motion could. After the actions of tonight, there was no armor left between you. No rank. No uniform. No obligations to duty.

You turned your face slightly, feeling the soft fabric of the blanket Howzer pulled from the back of the couch and draped haphazardly over all three of you. The air on your shoulder was cool, but Rex noticed your exposed skin, and pulled the blanket over. You felt him shift beneath you, just a little, tucking his chin toward your head, his nose brushing gently through your hair.

“You okay?” he murmured, voice barely more than a breath.

You nodded, feeling your lips curve faintly against his collarbone, “Yeah, I'm okay."

Rex didn’t speak again, but instead just exhaled slowly and let his fingers trace lazy, aimless patterns down your back. He didn’t grip or hold. Just touched. Light, reverent. Like he couldn’t quite believe you were really there.

And behind you, Howzer pressed a quiet kiss between your shoulder blades. Not possessive. Not urgent. Just present. A silent, steady kind of devotion.

His voice came next, low and rough with sleep, “You’re warm.”

You smiled, “So are you.”

He gave a faint hum of amusement and continued to kiss your back. You let out a content sigh as his kisses trailed to your cheek.

It struck you then, how natural this felt.

Not just the physical closeness, but the emotional gravity of it. You hadn’t meant for the night to unfold like this. You’d all just been talking, laughing and drinking, letting years of memory and unspoken connection come slowly, gently undone. There had been no plan. No confession. Just an understanding, quietly reached.

And now, you were here, held between two men who had known you in war, seen you in battle, and chosen to stay. You felt the weight of that truth settle deep in your chest.

You let out a slow breath and slid your hand up to the back of Rex’s neck, fingers combing gently through the short blond hair there. He tilted his head into the touch slightly, eyes fluttering closed.

“Because I'm a woman of my word” you sighed softly, teasing but tired, "would you two like to hear about this great threesome I had?"

He gave a quiet grunt that might’ve been a laugh, “Yeah, tomorrow.”

Your chest swelled with something warm and heavy. You leaned forward just enough to press a small kiss to his jaw, then settled again, cheek resting against his sternum.

Howzer nuzzled the back of your neck, “And I'll tell you about my Jedi sex adventure."

You softly laughed and felt Rex shift again, his hand brushing down your shoulder, pausing at your waist. His touch wasn’t asking for anything, he was just reminding you that he was there, and he was't letting you go.

You’d been so used to being strong. Resilient. Carving out safety on your own. And now, you didn’t have to.

At least not in this moment.

Behind you, Howzer adjusted, and you felt him draw up slightly, his lips grazing your hair. His breath was slower now, sleep starting to edge in. His thumb traced gentle lines over your hipbone under the blanket, rhythm steady. You could feel the weight of his head against the back of yours.

You closed your eyes and let the quiet hold you.

This wasn’t complicated. It wasn’t dramatic or messy. It was just real. Messy in the way that people are when they’re honest, when they trust, when they let the walls down and stop pretending they don’t need each other.

No one needed to say what now.

No one needed to make this more than what it was; Shared comfort, want, trust, a deep, mutual affection that had taken years to grow quietly between the cracks of war.

Your breath hitched slightly, not from tears, but from the sheer weight of being fully seen and still held close.

You shifted one hand back, threading your fingers with Howzer’s against your side . He curled his hand around yours without hesitation.

Would there would be questions in the morning? Maybe. Complications? Absolutely. But right now, you were here, between them, loved and safe.

The morning arrived slowly, like it knew not to intrude.

Cold air filled the room, but not too cold, thanks to the body heat of the two clone captains sprawled beside you. The couch definitely wasn’t made for three, but you’d made it work.

You were nestled in the middle, cocooned in a nest of wool blankets and worn cushions. One of Howzer’s arms was wrapped snug around your waist, his hand splayed across your ribs, rising and falling with your breath. He slept behind you, his cheek resting against the back of your shoulder.

Rex was in front of you, lying on his side, close enough that your legs tangled beneath the covers and your foreheads nearly touched. His arm had draped over your hip at some point during the night, and his other hand was tucked beneath the pillow. You could feel the quiet rhythm of his breathing, the subtle twitch of his fingers against your side when he shifted in his sleep.

You didn’t move.

None of you did.

here was no hum of a command post, no alarms, no rustle of datapads or orders shouted across the comm. Just the quiet, the warmth of two bodies pressed gently to either side of you, and the softness of blankets that smelled faintly of smoke and pine.

Your cheek rested against the curve of Rex’s shoulder. His skin was warm there, and smooth, save for the faint ridge of a scar beneath your jawline. You didn’t need to know the story. You already knew enough of them.

Behind you, Howzer shifted slightly in his sleep. His grip on your waist tightened for a moment, then eased, and his nose brushed the back of your neck. A low, contented sigh escaped him, almost too quiet to hear.

You closed your eyes again, letting yourself melt into the weight of them.

This wasn’t something you’d had during the war. There’d been camaraderie, yes. Deep bonds forged in the trenches and shadows. Late-night laughs in foxholes, shoulder bumps in passing, hands clasped in final moments before battle. But this was different.

You felt Rex stir slightly in front of you. Not fully awake, but just enough to turn his head so that his forehead rested against yours, skin to skin. His breath ghosted over your lips in quiet, steady waves. His hand shifted higher, resting on the dip of your spine.

You didn’t flinch or pull away. You didn’t want to.

It was strange how natural it felt. These men who had fought and bled and carried the weight of war with you were now curled against you like a buffer against everything outside. You weren’t sure what to call this or if you even needed to call it anything.

Howzer pressed a little closer behind you, his legs tangling more deliberately with yours. He was always warm and now that heat radiated against your back like an oven. You could feel the steady pulse of his heartbeat through the press of his chest to your spine, slow and strong. His presence wasn’t sharp or demanding. It simply existed, steady as the ground beneath your feet.

Rex didn’t move much, didn’t speak, didn’t even open his eyes. But his hand flexed occasionally. Just enough to remind you he was there. His thumb brushed slowly across the curve of your waist, a barely there motion, unconscious and constant. He was careful with his space, but not distant.

The quiet stretched on. Not heavy or awkward. Just full.

There was comfort in the way they fit around you, each in their own way. Howzer’s grip was instinctive, protective and anchoring, like he needed to feel you were real and close. Rex’s closeness was more deliberate, softer, a quiet presence waiting to be needed. Ultimately, they weren’t competing. Ultimately, there was no jealousy here. Only familiarity. Trust.

You wondered, briefly, how it had come to this. The war was long over. The Empire had changed everything. But somehow, the three of you had found your way back to one another; not in battle, but in the chaos after.

Rex shifted again, his hand brushing up your back before settling higher, fingertips ghosting along the curve of your shoulder blade. His breath hitched slightly, like his body wasn’t sure whether to wake or keep dreaming. He didn’t open his eyes.

You reached up and gently touched his wrist, grounding him.

The response was subtle but immediate. He stilled. Then leaned forward just enough for his forehead to rest more fully against yours.

Behind you, Howzer adjusted as well, nuzzling in with a soft hum against the back of your neck. His stubble scraped gently against your skin, and then you felt the warmth of a sigh ripple down your spine.

You were held on both sides yet somehow, it didn’t feel crowded. It felt right.

The warmth between the three of you was real, even if it existed outside the boundaries of what anyone else would call normal. But there had never been anything conventional about the bonds forged in war. And in the aftermath, when the war was over and the galaxy had lost its way, this was what made sense. Connection. Trust. Touch that asked nothing and gave everything.

It was some time before any of you truly stirred. Even then, it was gradual. A shift of hips. A sleepy hum. Fingers threading together. Rex opened his eyes slowly, blinking against the faint light, and for a long moment he just looked at you.

Then he smiled, barely awake. Just a flicker at the corner of his mouth. Enough.

You returned it, your nose brushing his.

Howzer was the last to speak, voice still thick with sleep, "We should do this more often.”

You didn’t answer. Just tightened your grip around Rex’s wrist and let your head fall back slightly against Howzer’s chest. The meaning didn’t need to be spoken aloud.

Maybe this wasn’t about romance between the three of you. It wasn’t about anything fragile or uncertain. This was something else entirely.

A promise, maybe. A refuge, maybe.

But that was something to figure out later.

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Hotshot [c.f.99]

CW: Poly!batchxreader, group sex, exhibitionism, oral sex (m&f recieving), double penetration, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, vaginal and anal creampie, multiple partners, cumshots, anal sex, ass eating, spanking, praise, authority kink, cucking? kinda?, implied recording of sex, mention of weapons, mentions of aftercare, overstimulation, post season 7 pre omega, dom/sub dynamics, allusions to subspace, slight degradation, shower sex, mutual pining lots of kissing, no clonecest, liberties for hunter's tattoo, reader has hair long enough to pull, reader gets picked up and carried, i probably missed something let me know!

A/N: 5.6k of pure smut, absolutely no plot here. All mistakes are mine, repost and let me know what/if you like <3

As you climb the steps to the Marauder, something about this mission feels different. It's been months since you've been away from the boys, and almost as long since you cared.

Since running away from the clutches of the empire and charming your way aboard the ship you've become an asset to the team even in just your companionship, but it was also nice to have someone around who wasn't a clone. It made it that much easier to do recon, and also that much easier to infiltrate a group because your face wasn't spread across every corner of the Empire.

However, the longer you stayed with them, the more you valued what made them different. You learned who to go to for help with blaster trouble, and even learned to overlook Crosshair’s slights during your target practice. You’ve also learned that Hunter was sensitive to flowers and strong scents and that he had the best-smelling soap aboard the ship (and never seemed to mind when you used it). Tech, on the other hand, was always great at making you feel included, but was always, always going to double-check anything you did to the ship ‘just in case.’ Echo might've been one of the most interesting people to talk to, during his work with the 501st and the glory days of working alongside some of the most powerful Jedi in the galaxy he saw many planets and cultures that you had only dreamed about. Wrecker, well, he was a big softy despite his talent for demolitions and overall penchant for violence, he was the first to volunteer to take you out and stretch your legs in a nearby city and to help you bring home rations (and a sweet treat or two) for the rest of the crew, and has even carried you home from cantina trips a time or two.

They were closer than any other troop you'd seen, all depending and working so tightly and neatly together you'd think that adding you to the mix would complicate things but all you seemed to do was fit in like sand in the desert. You fell into a routine, they'd leave you at the ship during more dangerous jobs, typically with Echo or Tech at your side to assist with any repairs as you kept the inside of the ship in order, and kept a close eye on any equipment and prepping rations and meals as they became available.

After a stop on Batuu, in which you fought every urge to procure a Loth cat, instead letting Crosshair buy you a long thin vibroblade to appease you. “I haven't given up by the way.” You shout over your shoulder, as you settle into your seat before the others.

“I've thought so.” Tech, his voice more amused than anything. “Let us not berate the woman so that she uses that thing on us, shall we? We are cleared for takeoff.” Wrecker chuckles at the idea of you brandishing the thin blade to any of them. You could hold your own for sure, but you were no ARC trooper.

You settle aboard, staying seated until you reach the upper atmosphere, locking your cloak away with your blade, settling back into the seat near the cockpit, and resting your head against the wall.

“If you need rest, my bunk is open,” Wrecker whispers his words and his voice contradicting each other. He's gruff but his speech is soft like he's afraid to startle you, he's cleaning his blaster but leans forward to speak softly to you. “It's still the biggest bunk.” He smiles and with his helmet in his lap, you can see the intense scaring over the side of his head, and your fingers twitch at your side begging to caress it.

“I'm fine thank you.” You beam at him surprised by the crack in your voice and not wanting to seem ungrateful for the gesture. “I’m quite content out here.” Wrecker blushes, as if embarrassed he even brought it up.

You can hear the audible judgemental breath of Crosshair even from your position behind his back, as he examines his rifle, something amiss and there's a thick tension in the room you can't quite place. Glancing around as they settle in for take-off, none of them seem to want to meet your eyes.

“I didn't expect you all to get so shy, I thought maybe you were starting to warm up to me.” You let your voice trail off, a hint of a tease that cuts into the thick tension in the air for a brief moment. Before Hunter sharply stands up and lets his feet carry him towards you.

Last night’s mission for Rex was messier than any of you had expected and used up the last of your bacta supply. Hence the trip to Batuu, and what you thought was a tense conversation about purpose or authority between the group. You’d overheard something about keeping secrets when you’d greeted them at the ship’s ramp and the pinched nerve in Hunter’s jaw encouraged you to keep your mouth shut. Since the tension between each of them has been as taught and dangerous as a tightrope. As the long-haired clone approached you, you sat straighter, already apologizing for being difficult before he cut you off.

Leaning down until he is practically whispering in your ear, "We are programmed to be professional first and foremost. And we are not always so shy."

Just sharing your space with him has your body reacting to him, vibrating in both fear and a sneaking feeling of arousal. His breath is hot and you turn to look into his dark brown eyes, eyes you should be so familiar with. “I am not an officer, I do not bite, and there's no reason to be formal.” the sentence comes out as a squeak, and you try to hide embarrassment flashing through your cheeks.

He smiles, his voice dips lower but is so soft you swear you can feel his words caress your skin, “Easy hotshot, we might like a woman who bites.”

Oh, oh wow. We.

In an instant, everything and all your feelings about them shift and change. You spent the last few rotations convincing yourself it was normal to feel bubbly around them, they'd saved you, and they were providing for you. This feeling, the unmistakable pull of longing and need in the pit of your belly, would complicate things.

Hunter stands and departs the conversation with an ease you envy. You take a deep breath and compose yourself just to look up and see the rest of the crew watching you, like a wounded animal, you catch just a glimmer of a blush in Echo’s face.

Rex mentioned they were a tight-knit group he seemed shocked you fell in line with them, but hell you didn't expect this. Each of them is in their thoughts as you glance around the ship. Echo and Tech are busying themselves with the controls, but you can see Echo worrying his lip, and Tech turning his head to glance at you every few moments as if wondering what will happen first. Or rather who?

Crosshair stares at you, blankly like he's trying to read every line in your smile or every wrinkle in your clothes, your eyes click together and he smiles like a lothcat with a womprat in his teeth. “You're not intimidated by us?” It's almost as if he's as shocked as the fact itself, there's a cutting edge to the statement like you should be, and then a corner of his mouth turns up. “You like being here,” he tests the statement as if tasting the fact on his tongue, “with all of us.”

You smirk, doing your best to match the heat in his stare, “I am grateful. I've never felt so important or wanted,” you swallow thickly letting the heat in your body you know Hunter can sense, speak for itself, “At least, not yet.” You shift in your seat glancing up at Hunter who is glaring hungrily at your chest as if he could hear your heart leap in your chest with every passing moment.

You glance up to the stars ahead of the ship, Tech looks like he's preparing the ship to jump to light speed. The return mission, at its worst, should only take a few days and even less of that is travel, normally you're not one for long lightspeed trips but this time you wonder if it will be too short.

The way the crew looks at you makes your skin tingle, not sure if you’ve ever been paid this much attention before. As the ship lurches into hyperspace, you let your head lull back to catch Hunter's attention, peering up towards his face as your chin hovers just a foot away from his codpiece.

Doing your best to keep your breath even, a part of you wishes to stand and kiss him, but this time it’s your turn to feel shy. You stand, brushing your chest across Hunter’s’ and waltzing over to lean against the control panel of the ship and the two quieter clones on this ship.

The moment Tech realizes you’re moving towards him his posture is stuck straight, but Echo only leans slightly towards you as you pass your hand over his shoulder. Standing at the front of the ship has only allowed them all to stare at you, your heart skips a beat. You see Hunter’s eye twitch, he is reading you like a book.

“Well,” you speak slowly and eloquently, playing into their curiosity, “How should we pass the time?”

“Come here.” the room's attention snaps to Crosshair, whose red-hot gaze is marring into your skin. Silence falls over the craft as Crosshair lifts a hand and gestures toward his empty waiting lap. Slowly, Echo, Tech, and Wrecker turn again towards you but Hunter stays strong locked into some silent dialogue with his brother.

You feel as if it is entirely dangerous to cross the space between the two. Yet your feet carry you without worry, and neither of them breaks until their vision is obstructed by your body. You turn facing the softened expression in Hunter’s eyes, and slowly lower yourself onto Crosshair's lap.

Placing your hands on his knees to steady yourself, you lean back until your head is resting on his chest and his breath is hot against the shell of your ear. “Good girl.”

His whispers send shivers down your spine and Hunter sinks to his knees in front of you, as Cross removes your shirt from over your head and the rest of the Batch descends upon you like wolves.

As Hunter’s face presses against the softness of your hip, Tech's teeth graze your neck and Wrecker's hands smooth over your nipples, you're overwhelmed at their strength. These are battle-hardened soldiers, Crosshair runs a calloused finger down your spine, and you're reminded how soft you are. Your skin is plush and comforts all of Hunter’s senses as the boys proceed to lose themselves upon you, you're reminded of the comfort they provide for you, a safety net you never knew you craved and the appetite you never knew could become so hungry.

Your canvas pants are ripped down the leg by Wrecker and Hunter’s combined efforts, the sound almost drowned out by a collection of panting wanton noises, and the scraps hit the floor out of sight.

Hunter noses across the top of your panties, letting his breath fan over the sensitive skin of your pussy as you feel Cross shift his hips and push his hard cock into your ass. All of them are in full armor, save for the helmets, yet you lie strewn out before them slick pooling in your panties as they take turns pulling pleasure from your body like they serve no higher purpose.

It's Wrecker who pulls himself from his flight suit first, and you can't remember ever having such a physical reaction to something like this before. You reach out on instinct, fingers not wrapping completely around his girth and teasing the pink tip until it begins to leak into your palm. He towers over your head as whimpers and shudders wrack through his body as though he's never been touched.

You catch a glimpse of Echo, standing slightly off to the side, watching with his pupils fully dilated as he follows the path of Hunter’s mouth on your skin his face flush with crimson. Tilting your head back you turn towards Crosshair and give him a deep kiss, letting him lick into your mouth feverishly. Hunter’s fingers trace over your seam delicately over the thin fabric of your panties as they grow transparent with your desire.

Wrecker’s cock is thick and heavy in your hand, and you clench wantingly around nothing, his hips brush into your hand with a tenderness you long to experience. Crosshair snakes a hand up your chest and cradles the thin skin over your throat, chasing Tech’s glancing kisses away, but taking the opportunity to encourage you to grind your hips against his cock.

In a few mere movements, the men surrounding you have altered your state of mind and each passing touch coaxes you further into submission. Tech shifts and lets his breath ghost over your nipples, you turn your head and catch Hunter in a deep kiss noting how different he tastes and feels against you. You let your thumb swipe over the leaking tip of Wrecker's cock, and fight the urge to stuff your fingers in your mouth to taste.

Hunter breaks the kiss and steps away, letting Echo take his place between your legs but not before using his dagger to cut the hip of your undergarments and stuffing them into one of his pant pockets.

You blush at the obscenity of it all, but it quickly soothed away but the cool metal of Echo’s headpiece brushing over your thighs. Wordlessly Crosshair adjusts the seat so your pussy is presented to Echo, leaning more onto your back and looking up at the boys devouring your form.

His mouth is hot, licking softly over your clit as you relax with Crosshair stroking the pulse point in your neck. You’re slick with arousal and he doesn’t hesitate to lick it up teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue.

You writhe, letting yourself melt against him, fighting to stay concentrated enough to play with Wrecker’s balls tugging and rolling them beneath your fingers. Eager to pleasure every one of them.

Echo’s glove ghosts over your sex, teasing your entrance with a digit, the leather smoothly gliding over your skin. Hunter and Tech each take to stroking down your thighs and holding them in place, “Easy, meshla, we will take good care of you.”

Your mind is swimming, when did this start? Tech steps a hair closer to your face, tilting your jaw up with his free hand, and slips a finger past your lips. You suck lightly, sure to match the pace at which you’re stroking Wrecker. You get a praising hum, and Tech surprisingly is the second to drop his pants and pull himself free. Stroking himself to the rhythm of you teasing him with a curl of your tongue.

It's the tangled moan of you around Tech’s fingers that breaks Crosshair, his pants unbearably tight and each little movement of your hips making him clench his jaw to stave the noises that die in his throat. He lifts you to your feet, and removes his pants, letting himself spring free. You have to admit you expected the armor to be harder to take off.

You stand on unsteady feet, in an attempt to turn your head towards Crosshair, Hunter captures your chin in two fingers locking your eyes together. “Echo.” A chuckle reverberates between them, all seemingly on board with whatever plan this could be. Echo slides flat onto his back looking up at you and the rest of the boys. The realization is enough to make you shiver. Your pussy clenches, still empty, but a dripping mess sticks your thighs together. Hunter’s eyes are burning through your resolve, there’s an intensity you’d come to respect that now sends a spike of fear through you. “Sit.”

You go to protest but are quickly shut down and you look around at the men surrounding you eagerly but patiently waiting for you to follow his instructions. Swallowing thickly over the lump in your throat, you sink to your knees and hover a few inches from Echo’s waiting mouth. From your knees they tower above you, all but Hunter free from their confines. You get a good look at the three cocks, all weeping and swollen pink across their tip, beautifully complimenting the darker-tanned skin of their shaft.

Each of them was different, which only slightly surprises you, Wrecker being the thickest, but both Tech and Crosshair meet him in length. You can feel each breath from Echo’s mouth, knowing you're probably close to dripping across his chin. You lower slowly, afraid to hurt him, until he licks the seam of your entrance savoring the hot flesh and you seek his tongue sitting on his face in earnest. His mouth brings welcome waves of pleasure as he suckles on your clit.

They pump themselves slowly, enjoying the view of your tits bouncing with each shiver. You start to move your hips in small circles while reaching to palm over Crosshair’s balls and stroking up over his shaft squeezing a bead of precome from the tip. You open your mouth and glance between them, expecting to see some kind of hierarchy emerge but they take a half step toward you together.

You opt for taking Tech into your mouth, but only because he's in the middle, letting yourself drool around him as you suck on the thick knot of his cock head, before turning and spitting the excess saliva onto Crosshair’s cock coating it with slick to make your fist glide against him nice and quickly. Tightening around the base and working more of those beautiful precum drips from his leaking tip.

You snap back to Tech’s cock, tasting the sweat of his skin, and the desire for your body grows with each passing second as he throbs needfully in your mouth.

Echo is teasing your clit with calculated movements of his tongue, licking around it in sharp purposeful circles, and sucking on it every few passes. Enough to make your brain fuzz up each time his lips seal around you as Tech nudges the back of your throat to earn a gag.

You pull off him again, this time gathering the drool in your mouth to cover as much of Wrecker's cock as you physically can. His cock is so heavy it sways low on his hips thick and so hard your body is already aching for the sting that will accompany the stretch. You use the thick spit to pump him slower, allowing yourself a moment to admire what has to be the largest you'll ever get the chance to worship.

The slick sounds are broken with an “Atta girl.” in the shape of a deep growl from Wrecker’s chest. He reaches and gathers some drool from your chin and brushes it over your lip and you open instinctively, just as Echo uses his tongue to prod at your entrance. His praise is as wholesome as his affection for you.

Hunter has taken a seat across from the rest of you, watching as if analyzing each movement of your legs as they quiver from the ravenous pleasure and your throat tightens around the length of Crosshair's shaft. His thin fingers find purchase at the back of your neck, urging you to sputter around him and the sick squelch just barely audible beneath your moans.

Echo swiftly plunges two fingers into your pussy, crooking them and stroking deliciously at your g-spot and forcing you to pull yourself away from Crosshair to let your head drop as you fight for composure. “Let yourself enjoy it little one. It won’t be your last.” Cross takes the tip of his cock and taps the tip to your tongue.

You swear, body humming and teetering on the edge before losing yourself to one hellishly explosive orgasm. It shocks you, body shaking and toes curling against the cool floor as your body burns in the aftershocks Echo works you through it with some tentative kisses to your entrance, and he encourages you to sit up so he can slide out from under you.

So much of the room is spinning you don’t notice Tech sitting in front of you until you’re kissing him. His tongue finds yours in a syrupy sweet and methodical kiss as you fight to catch your breath. Wrecker moves behind you, running his rough hands down your back and palming the flesh of your ass, striking it with a loud slap.

Tech swallows your gasp, pinching your nipples and pulling them as Wrecker bends you at the waist until you’re scrambling to your hands and knees sucking Tech into your mouth with a compliant and satisfied hum.

Hunter speaks up, “Turn around.” The trance is broken for the briefest of seconds, and you don't have time to think before they’re turning you so you’re faced with Wrecker’s huge cock and Tech teases your entrance with the tip of his cock. The passive command that Hunter has over all of you gives you goosebumps, his authority even stronger than the ache they share for you.

You sink to your elbows, propping your ass up on display and practically begging for Tech to fuck you, pushing back onto the head of his cock, all while blinking away tears as Wrecker’s size makes your jaw ache. The larger man splays his hand across the back of your head, inciting your thick moans as you work as much of him as you can fit.

Tech’s hips pitch forward and he’s splitting you open in one fluid deep thrust until your ass is nestled against his hips and he grunts at the eager squeeze of your sex around him. You work your hips in sync with your head the drag of his cock along your walls is unlike anything you’ve ever felt. He shifts from both knees to one, allowing a deeper thrust to kiss your cervix with a hiss of pain-laced pleasure. He sets a pace, hips meeting yours in synchronous harmony, and the three of you get lost in each other's pleasure.

You’re briefly aware of Crosshair stroking himself above you and Hunter is still watching with bated breath as you service his brothers, wondering if you’ll let each of them have a turn or if they’ll need to give you a break.

Tech snakes a hand around to press a firm thumb against your clit, and a rush of fluid hits the floor of the cargo space that permeates his senses. The sickly sweet smell of your release coats his tongue and he chokes the head of his cock through his clothes to stop him from cumming before he even gets to touch you.

Your vision is white, and you’re vaguely aware of the spend running down your thighs. When Tech pulls himself free with a grunt you feel the hot ropes of his cum on your back you whine, feeling ashamed that you long for him to finish inside of you. You clench around nothing and sit up to look at Wrecker who brushes a hair out of your face. You kiss him, softly at first, unsure of his comfort with the taste of his precome in your mouth, but he growls and lifts you by your waist, licking into your mouth as he helps you hover over his cock.

You take advantage of the break, wrapping your arms around his neck and taking the weight off your knees in favor of straddling him. Even in his lap, you’re looking up at him. Letting gravity do some of the work, you adjust to let him prod at your entrance and sink slowly onto him, the slick warmth of your pussy a welcome substitute for your pretty mouth.

His chest rumbles beneath yours, groaning as your pussy flutters around him. You kiss him through a grimace, “Take your time.” He whispers against your mouth, low enough you’re not sure the others hear him. Heart swelling at the compassion, you let him slowly rock his hips against you, easing his way into your heat and keeping his hands splayed across your hips to support you.

It’s a slow process, each inch accompanied by breathless and muffled moans followed by kisses and words of endearment. “You can take it mesh’la.” You’re nearly there, body so in tune with his every word you nearly forgot your showmanship.

Crosshair is to your right, one hand gripping the base of his cock as precome dribbles and hangs just out of reach from your eager tongue, muttering something in a language you don’t understand.

You swear you can feel the throb of Wrecker inside of you, and he presses his mouth to your forehead as he pistons his hips slowly angling your body in a way so that he’s moving you along his shaft effortlessly.

Breathless and spent, you let him. Being filled by him is almost overwhelming, each push and pull feeling like he's going to split you in half. He mumbles and groans into your hairline, speaking nonsense in between bitten-off praise. When his fingers find your clit you all but cry, shaking your head in protest, “Please- I can't.”

It's Hunter that answers your cries, “You can.” His voice hoarse with need and restraint, “Be a good girl.” Your brow furrows, in concentration, tossing your head back in near agony at the overstimulation.

Wrecker leans forward and presses his mouth to the column of your throat sucking on the thin skin and leaving a pink welt in his wake. You feel as if you could explode, not able to hear the sounds of your screams as you shudder and writhe under his touch, against his skin and your body falls slack with the overwhelming pleasure.

He lifts his face and you catch a pleased smile, like a loth-wolf with its prey in its teeth. As he throbs and fucks his spend deep into your core. They all see the muted smile tug at the corner of your mouth as Wrecker cums inside you.

He holds you for a moment, kissing over the reddish blemish on your throat and waiting for you to make eye contact with him before slipping free with a tangled whimper from both of you.

Wrecker wraps your legs around him and stands on sturdy legs, you cling to him, resting your cheek on his shoulder hyperaware of the wetness between your thighs. He sets you on Hunter's lap, in your euphoria, he’s lost his pants and sits still in a pair of soft cotton underwear, stark black against his tanned abdomen. It’s now that you notice his tattoo, so familiar with the portion on his face you never notice how the tattoo bleeds across the entire left side of his body.

The lines are both clean and elegant, highlighting the rich flawless tone of his figure. Gorgeously broad shoulders with rippling cords of muscles supporting your cheek as you rest your head lazily and admire him. Placing a lingering and exhausted kiss to the stretch of skin between his shoulder and neck and relishing the warmth of him against your sweat-soaked skin, in the extra cold air of a ship in hyperspace.

He runs his fingers through your hair, scratching lightly and working every line of tension out of you over a few minutes. You distantly hear the sound of the fresher’s shower being turned on. Crosshair is gone, and you fear a pang of regret and pity.

Your breath is coming easier by the time, Hunter carries you towards the sound of the water. Crosshair meets you both under the water’s spray refreshing your senses and soothing the ache of your muscles. You get settled on your feet between them, legs feeling like they’re made of sand, Hunter’s body is pressed tightly to your back, anchoring and steadying you as you greet Crosshair with an inviting kiss.

He welcomes your touch, all but overtaking your space completely as you get pressed between the two of them and lost to the feeling of their bodies against yours, Hunter nestled into the small of your back and Crosshair’s cock leaking and purple with need against your belly.

The steam only adds to the dreamlike quality of it all, tendrils wafting off the ground and highlighting the sight of your ass pressed against him. Hunter doesn’t want to hurt you, but each passing second without fucking you is making him lose his sanity. As if he might just sink into the floor with the weight of his need crushing him entirely.

He nibbles at your earlobe, earning a low whine from your chest. You tilt your head in invitation for his affection, kissing up the column of your neck and tasting the water on your skin tangled with the smell of his brothers. He makes eye contact with Crosshair, and they communicate silently as they spin you around and switch roles.

Hunter licking into your mouth and letting his hand run down to your hip and pull you to him. Expecting the press of Crosshair to your back, you’re startled when you feel the graze of his teeth on your ass. His palms run over the smooth skin, kneading the flesh and watching it move in response to his touch.

Crosshair splays a hand on the small of your back, urging you to lean forward. You glance over your shoulder as he spreads you open and licks a stripe across your asshole. The feeling sends a shiver down your spine, you hear a chuckle as he presses the pad of his thumb into you and watches you with a hungry stare.

Hunter distracts you, kissing you slowly and running his hands soothingly down your back as Crosshair preps you to take him until he’s working two fingers in and out of you and sucking a bruise into your hip to match the one adorning your throat.

You nibble on Hunter’s lip, and bury your hands into his hair, tugging at the root living for the whimpers you get out of him. Crosshair kisses his way up your spine, standing straight, and this time you see them. There’s a small nod of agreement and both of them turn their full attention to you, “You gonna let us fuck you cyar’ika?”

Without hesitation, you nod. You’re not able to explain, how you were able to wrap your arms around Hunter as he hoisted you up his waist and you sank down onto his length. Maybe it was adrenaline, maybe it was the way he demanded your submission through the tone of his voice. No, you thought, it was the way he sounded like he was begging you, he commanded your attention but the way he used his authority had you believing that you, and what he asked of you, was the most important thing in the galaxy. You wanted nothing more than to give him everything he asked for and more.

They give you a moment, Hunter biting his lip as your cunt squeezes him like you haven’t already come three times already. You throw an arm around Crosshair’s neck opening your legs just enough for him to slot himself against you and slowly push into you with the cant of his hips.

He goes incredibly slow, sawing his hips back and forth and relishing in the feeling of Hunter’s cock also nestled deep inside you making you impossibly tighter and the friction of your walls against him.

It feels like too much, pain and pleasure mixing in an enchanting cocktail of stimulation, yet still the familiar tug of an orgasm stirs in your belly. You suppress a sob at the idea of coming for a fourth time around the both of them. They hush you, nuzzling against you and pressing righteous and thankful kisses to your skin, “Look at you, pretty girl.” Crosshair’s voice is so low and drawn out that it takes every last shred of your concentration to hear what he’s saying, “You look so good taking everything we give you.”

The inflection acts like a highlight reel, your body remembering along with your brain the feeling of being the center of attention during your first orgasm. The complexity of your second. The white-hot stretch of Wrecker using and worshipping your body filling you to the brim during the aftershocks of your third. Hunter whispers against the shell of your ear, “Good girl.” Reading the signs of your body and feeling the crest of your orgasm build around him, and pulling you over the edge with his praise.

He presses his forehead to yours as he follows close behind, senses overwhelmed and fighting the bend to his knees as they buckle with the intensity of his climax.

Crosshair pumps into you from behind, lifting one of your legs slightly and changing the angle so he can thrust deeper grinding into you, and urging you to lean more heavily on him to keep the three of you from collapsing as he stills and spills into you.

The three of you pant in silence, ragged breath lost in the noise of the water hitting the metal floor of the fresher, you wordlessly separate. The endorphins running through your bloodstream turn your muscles' pain into a blissful ache you never want to forget.

#polybatch #poly!badbatchxreader #poly x reader #the bad batch x you #the bad batch x reader #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #the bad batch spoilers #clone force 99 #the bad batch #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb tech #tbb #star wars fanfiction #star wars #mandoa #no clonecest

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tinywitchgoblin · 1 year ago

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Good, Bad

Hunter x fem!reader x Crosshair, use of she/her but no use of y/n

Summary: nasty smut with Crosshair and Hunter (plot? who’s she?)

Word count: 3.3k (oops)

Warnings: smut MINORS GTFO, threesome (mmf) NO CLONECEST, unprotected piv sex (wrap it up in real life y’all), mention/use of sex toys and handcuffs, lots of degradation, also lots of praise, honorifics (sir), use of safewords, Tech makes sex toys, edging, face fucking/riding, oral (m and f receiving), spanking, creampies, choking, overstimulation, I think that’s it??

a/n: I rb’d this post ⬇️ with these tags and got an anon ask to write the fic so here we are!!

a/n 2: this is my first time writing explicitly kink stuff, so if I messed anything big up, please let me know. I did some research, but there’s a possibility that I missed something

What you had with Hunter and Crosshair didn’t really have a label. It wasn’t quite friends with benefits, given that you were exclusive, but you weren’t quite dating, either. What wasn’t ambiguous, however, was that the sex was top-tier. The two of them had lots of experience, and they sure put it to good use. They took you individually, together, in the bedroom, in the closet, in the shower, you name it. This dynamic gave new meaning to the concept of “variety is the spice of life,” and tonight, things were gonna get spicy.

So that’s how you found yourself in your room with the guys, Hunter stood behind you rubbing your shoulders to ease the tension there while Crosshair got things prepared. He’d grabbed lube, a couple of toys, a waterproof blanket for the bed, some water bottles, a couple of toys, and some other supplies to use throughout the evening.

“You sure you’re up for this mesh’la?” Hunter inquired, always intent on making sure you gave consent. One of his favorite things was asking for your consent enough times to the point where you’d beg for him to fuck you- and he loved every bit of it.

“Yes, I’m ready,” you affirmed.

“You remember the safeword system?” Crosshair questioned.

“Yes, I remember,” you reassured.

“Then say it back to us. We want to make sure everyone is on the same page, and that we keep you safe,” Hunter asserted. You turned around to look him in the eyes before responding, “Green means ‘keep going’, yellow means ‘slow down’ or ‘proceed with caution’, red means ‘pause’, and black means we’re done for the evening,” you recited. “And I’m green right now; all set to go.”

“Well done, mesh’la, I’m so proud of you,” Hunter murmured, nuzzling into your neck. “So good at being good.”

“There’s no way this little slut would forget the system,” Crosshair whispered from behind you, turning your face towards him before continuing, “We couldn’t fuck it out of her even if we tried. Little cockwhore needs to be filled, and she knows she needs the safewords in order to get what she wants.”

You let out a little whimper- so that’s the chosen dynamic for tonight. Hunter fed your praise kink, while Crosshair took hold of your need to be degraded. You lovingly referred to it as the ‘good cock, bad cock’ routine. “So… what are things looking like for tonight?”

“You see those toys over there?” Hunter indicated over to the dresser where Crosshair’s little ‘assistants’ for the evening were displayed. “Crosshair is gonna use these on you, and you’re gonna follow his directions exactly. When you do, I get to reward you. Deal?”

“If she’s good,” Crosshair corrected. “Sometimes the little slut can’t help but break the rules. And if that happens… no reward.”

“She’ll be good,” Hunter asserted. Turning to you, he asked, “Isn’t that right, mesh’la?”

“Yes sir, I’ll be good,” you assured. Hunter gave his brother a knowing look, to which Crosshair gave his usual scowl.

“Get on the bed, little cumslut,” Crosshair demanded, to which you gave a quiet “yes, sir,”

Crosshair led you over to the bed, grabbing a pair of cuffs on the way. They’d been specially made by Tech for these sorts of situations. In fact, all of the toys on display were ones Tech had made. His were better than any you’d been able to find at a store or online, so they showed up pretty regularly during scenes that involved toys. Holding up the cuffs, he asked, “What color?”

“Green,” you replied, holding your wrists to the bed frame where you knew he’d ask you to put them.

“Good girl, knowing exactly what to do,” Hunter praised, laying down next to you and brushing a hand over your cheek.

“You give her too much credit, she’s doing exactly what I fucking told her to,” Crosshair retorted. “Little bitch knows I expect nothing less. Isn’t that right, naughty girl?”

“Yes sir,” you responded, but that wasn’t enough.

“Yes sir, what?” Crosshair demanded.

“Yes sir, I did what you told me to,” you repeated. Hunter decided to stay quiet for the moment, letting Crosshair do as he pleased. Crosshair got up and walked back over to the dresser, looking down at his options for how to proceed. He definitely wanted to use the wand at some point; you always looked so pitiful when edged for long enough, plus hearing you beg to be allowed to cum turned him on like nothing else. He also considered using the buttplug, but that wasn’t the highest thing on his list of priorities at the moment. Browsing over the other options, he grabbed the wand and the lube, figuring he could come back and reevaluate later.

Meanwhile, Hunter had tilted your face towards him, kissing you gently. As he did so, one of his hands went from holding your face to massaging a breast, earning a moan, which he swallowed eagerly. Noticing that Crosshair was ready to continue, he pulled away, but stayed within arm’s reach to give you support.

“Color?” Crosshair asked.

“Green,” you gave, a bit more breathless than before. Hunter’s kisses always did that to you.

“This is what I’m going to do to you. I’m going to use this wand on you, and you’re not allowed to come. If you do, I’m going to use the cane on you, and for each second of your orgasm, you will receive one hit to the ass. Repeat back to me what I said.”

“You’re going to use the wand on me and edge me. If I come, I get one hit to the ass with the cane for each second of my orgasm.”

Without another word, Crosshair settled between your legs, squirting a bit of lube onto his hands and the wand before turning it on. He dragged it up the inside of your left thigh, watching you squirm, desperately trying to get some sort of friction. Putting down the wand and grabbing your legs, Crosshair forced them open even more. “Keep your legs open, little slut. I’ve seen you do it before, don’t be lazy.”

“You can keep those pretty legs of yours open, right, baby?” Hunter chimed in, brushing a stray hair out of your face.

“Yes, sirs,” you affirmed, focusing on keeping your legs open and ready as Crosshair kept teasing you with the toy. He would bring it closer to your aching cunt before moving it away. You knew he loved teasing you like this; you also knew he could take his sweet time when he wanted to. Thankfully, he was feeling a bit impatient tonight.

When he moved the toy to where you needed it most, your body jerked, trying to get more. A strong smack to the thigh told you to keep still as he ghosted the wand over your clit. You focused all of your energy on staying still and keeping your legs open, but it was getting increasingly difficult as Crosshair applied more pressure with the wand. The whole time, you could feel Hunter’s presence next to you, and at one point, he brought one of his hands up to hold yours where they were bound to the bed frame.

As you felt yourself approaching the precipice, Crosshair pulled the toy away and sat there for a moment, watching your cunt spasm around nothing, longing to be filled. But he wasn’t about to let you get what you wanted so easily.

“That was me going easy on you,” Crosshair divulged. “It only gets more difficult from here, and remember what I told you would happen if you come before I give you permission. No, tell me what happens if you come early.”

“If I come, I get one hit to the ass with the cane for each second of my orgasm,” you remembered. With a single nod, Crosshair redirected his attention to your pussy, reacquainting it with the wand. Tired from your first edge, your control over your body was slipping, and you felt your orgasm nearing once again. This time, Crosshair kept the wand on for longer, and you had to muster all of your energy to keep from coming.

Finally, he pulled away, and you breathed a sigh of relief. Looking over towards Hunter, you saw he’d started palming himself, patiently waiting for the show to continue. When he saw you looking at him, he asked, “Think you could help me out with this, mesh’la?”

“How can I help?” you asked, glancing up at your still-bound hands.

“Let me ride that pretty face of yours. Your mouth always feels so good, and it’ll give you something to concentrate on while Cross is edging you,” he clarified, looking over to Crosshair to make sure he was okay with that idea. With a nod, he looked back to you, he asked, “Is that okay with you? What color?”

“Green,” you responded, looking forward to having Hunter’s cock down your throat.

“What is Hunter about to do to you, cockslut? Say it back to us,” Crosshair demanded.

“He’s gonna ride my face and fuck my mouth, use me how he wants,” you whispered, looking over as Hunter climbed over your face.

“Such a good girl,” Hunter moaned, and without another word, he sunk into your awaiting mouth, grabbing onto the bed frame for balance. Crosshair placed the wand back on your clit, and you moaned around Hunter’s cock as he bottomed out. He held still for a moment, getting used to the feeling of your throat, while you tried to focus on breathing through your nose. He was big, and it had taken a while to train you to be able to take all of him. He moved his hands so that they were holding yours, while still maintaining his balance.

Crosshair kept his attention trained on edging you a third time. Hunter was right- this time, you were able to concentrate on sucking Hunter off, so you had something to focus your attention on instead of just the sensation from the wand between your legs. Hunter pulled out a bit before pushing back in, content with fucking your mouth nice and slow for the moment.

As you approached your orgasm a third time, Crosshair sped the motions with the wand, forcing you to choke on Hunter, who only fucked your throat faster in response. As you held your orgasm off the best you could, he pushed into you as far as he could and spilled his cum down your throat. Finally, Crosshair relented, pulling the toy away as Hunter pulled out of your mouth.

“Color?” Hunter checked.

“Red. I need some water,” you admitted. Crosshair got off the bed and grabbed one of the water bottles as Hunter climbed off of you and whispered, “You did so, so well, mesh’la. I’m so proud of you, and you should be proud of yourself, too,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss you.

Crosshair brought the water over and you opened your mouth for him to pour some water into. You drank deeply, not realizing how thirsty you actually were.

“How're you feeling now? What’re you thinking?” Hunter questioned. You took a minute to respond before admitting, “I don’t think I can take any more edges.” You looked over at Crosshair before continuing, “I’m sorry, I wish I could do more.”

“Maybe another night,” Crosshair conceded. “You know your limits, and I won’t cross a boundary. Time to move on?” You nodded in response. Hunter kissed your forehead and added, “You’re doing so well. Your body can only take so much, and you were good for communicating your needs to us. You have nothing to apologize for.”

“And can we take the cuffs off? My shoulders are starting to hurt,” you clarified.

“Of course,” Crosshair affirmed, unlocking the cuffs and bringing your arms down slowly so as to not cause any more pain. Hunter massaged your shoulders, alleviating some of the pain that had built up there. You leaned into his touch, enjoying the break in activity when Crosshair came back over to the bed, buttplug in hand. “Think you’re up for this?”

You thought for a moment before responding, “Not tonight.”

“Look at you, setting boundaries. Such a good girl,” Hunter praised. “Is there something that we can do that you want to try? Another toy, a different position?”

“What does our filthy little cockslut want to try next?” Crosshair added, reaching over and tugging on your hair a bit.

“I wanna come,” you begged. “I need to come so bad, please-”

“Shhh, we’ll take good care of you,” Hunter reassured, taking you in his arms. He sat back against the bed frame, pulling you with him and depositing you on his lap with your legs bracketed outside his own, legs spread wide so that Crosshair could see how wet and swollen your pussy was.

“Wanna be a good girl and give Crosshair a show?” Hunter murmured in your ear. “Show him how pretty you look when you come on my fingers?”

“Yes sir,” you moaned, desperate to finally get your release. Normally, Hunter would take his time worshiping every inch of your body before even considering going down on you, but he knew how badly you needed to come. He brought his hand down to your aching pussy, circling around your clit a few times before massaging your entrance and slowly pushing a finger in. You gasped, grinding and clenching down on his finger.

“Such a little whore, so desperate and aching just from one finger,” Crosshair chided, laser focused on where Hunter’s finger disappeared inside you. Hunter pushed a second finger in with the first and began curling them against your g-spot, making you see stars and squirm around in his lap. He wrapped his other arm around your waist, holding you close to him, whispering, “You’re doing so well, letting me finger you like this. Let’s get you that orgasm, yeah?”

All you could do was nod as you felt yourself hurtling forward, getting closer and closer to finishing. Hunter dipped his head down to suck a hickey into your neck as he kept fingering you, feeling you get closer and closer to your orgasm.

As you felt yourself reaching your peak, you tried to let them know that you were about to come, but given that the only noises you could make were senseless babbles, they figured it out pretty quickly. Once you hit your peak, you felt your entire body clench, losing all control and surrendering to the all-consuming pleasure Hunter was giving you. It felt as if every nerve ending in your body had been set alight, blazing from head to toe, and you could do nothing but take it all in. The whole time, you could vaguely make out Hunter whispering in your ear “that’s it,” “good girl,” “you look so sexy coming all over my fucking fingers.”

Eventually, you came down from your high, trying to regulate your breathing. Crosshair leaned in and captured your lips in a surprisingly gentle kiss before pulling away, looking into your eyes, and muttered, “slut” before giving you a quick kiss to the forehead.

Once you’d fully regained control of your bodily functions, Crosshair asked, “Color?”

“Green,” you replied, eager to see what was next.

“I think you’re finally ready for my cock, and I know your slutty pussy agrees with me,” he smirked. He looked to Hunter, who turned you around and put you on your hands and knees, ass in the air, just the way Crosshair likes it. Crosshair maneuvered himself behind you, taking in the view before giving your ass a couple good, hearty slaps that you knew would be visible come morning. Sliding the tip of his cock through your folds a few times, he eased himself into you slowly, giving your body time to adjust to him. He bottomed out for a moment before pulling out and thrusting back in again. Crosshair was known for being rough, and this was no exception.

With every thrust, your body slid a little bit farther up the bed until your face was buried in the pillows. His grip on your hips was so strong you knew those would leave marks, too. Crosshair absolutely loved marking you up, especially in places most people wouldn’t get to see. As he pounded into you, he grabbed your hair and pulled you against his back, biting your throat and saying, “Little fucking cockslut, just waiting to be filled up and turned into a fucking cum dumpster.”

As Crosshair could feel your walls fluttering around him, he knew you were close, so he slid a hand down to your clit and rubbed precise circles over it. Before you could respond, your orgasm took you by surprise, walls clamping down over Crosshair’s cock. He kept pounding into you, chasing his own high, sending you into overstimulation. All you could do was cry out and claw at whatever parts of his body you could reach. As he reached his high, he pulled out and came on your ass, watching as your cheeks became adorned with white.

Pulling away, Crosshair laid you back down onto the bed as Hunter approached. “Fuck, you looked so pretty coming all over his cock like that. You got one more in you?”

“Yes, please, let me come on your cock, too,” you begged.

“Still so desperate to be filled, hmm? You want to be Hunter’s little cum dumpster?” Crosshair teased.

“Yes, oh fuck yes,” you babbled. Hunter moved you so that you were on your back with your legs over his shoulders, cock poised at your entrance when he asked, “Color?”

“Green,” you breathed. Without another word, he pushed into you, filling you up. Sure, Crosshair was longer, but Hunter was certainly thicker, and you still needed a bit of time to adjust to his size. He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead as if he wasn’t buried balls deep inside you, showing his soft side.

“Fuck, you always take my cock so well,” Hunter moaned as he started to fuck you. You could feel him stretching you out, the breath getting knocked out of you with every thrust. As you lay there being repeatedly impaled on his cock, Hunter couldn’t help but reach out and wrap a hand gently around your neck. Not hard enough to actually restrict airflow, but just enough pressure to assert dominance. You, on the other hand, wanted him to choke you, so you put your hand on top of his and pushed so he would know to add pressure. He groaned and exerted a bit more pressure on your neck, adding that much more pleasure to what you were already experiencing.

For the final time that night, you reached your high, coming all over Hunter’s cock. You could tell he was getting close, too; his thrusts were harder and more erratic. Before long, you could feel his cum filling you up as he finished inside you. Stilling inside you, Hunter tilted his head and kissed one of your legs as you smiled up at him, pussy still twitching from your orgasm. He slowly pulled out of you, taking your legs and resting them back on the bed. Crosshair came over with a damp cloth to clean you up with, and Hunter grabbed some more water for you, knowing you’d be thirsty again.

The two of them knew how to take care of you during sex, and they made sure to pamper you afterwards. Even though you didn’t dare say it out loud, you loved the both of them so much; however, what you didn’t know was that they felt the same about you.

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thegreymarveljedi · 1 month ago

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Sleeping Beauty

(Rex x Reader x Cody)

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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The Tragedy of Level 1325 [Commander Wolffe Fic]

Warnings and Information: Clones killing their own kin is always an awful occurrence, more often than not a rare and accidental thing. So when Commander Wolffe catches wind of what happened on Level 1325, he meets with the other canine-themed Commander to get answers. And none of them will be easy to get, or, to hear. Set after the Clone Wars season six episode “Orders”. Lots of angst and heavy stuff in this one, folks! Heavy references/allusions to Fives’ death. Heavy references/allusions to canon-typical death, violence and injury. Reference to Pong Krell. Star Wars and real-world swearing. Minimal Mando’a. Narrative and stylistic use of italics. **This is not a cloneship/clonecest fic. Please do not tag it as such.**

Word count: 4,287

How fast word travels in the GAR is both a blessing and burden.

Regardless of the distance, time of day, or paint color, brothers will hear what the others have gotten up to in-between their conquest to defeat the Confederacy of Independent Systems. A rookie’s foolish notion to prank his superiors that ends with him earning himself a month’s worth of latrine duty. The terrible pick-up lines learned from holomags (and their success, or lack thereof) used on other patrons of 79’s. Brave charges lead out of killboxes and ambushes.

Clones turning on their own kin - that bitter pill was hard to stomach.

Commander Wolffe found himself choking down one such pill upon hearing the events of the night before.

It didn’t make a difference how many times he consulted the datafile in front of him, the mingling of horror and disbelief settled just as heavily in his heart each time. The primary commander of the Coruscant Guard had been the one behind the blaster used to end a Clone’s life on Level 1325, and it had not been an accident either. This was not another case of some sleemo stealing and wearing a Clone’s full kit; it had been, without question, a brother.

Clones were less uniform than many nat-borns would like to believe. They may look the same from the texture of their hair, to their face-shape, and the warm-brown skin, but that’s often as far as the similarities go. They found their originality in names, speech-patterns, scarring, the way hair was cut (or bleached or dyed or styled), the addition and location of injected ink. There were the occasional (minor) aberrations, too, of course; like the brothers who ended up ocean-eyed, or blond.

(They at least knew where the blondeness came from; a dormant echo in the genetics of the man who served as the master mold for the Grand Army.)

Not to mention the paint, and the patterns. The paint job was perhaps the biggest, most important piece of their individualism (at least externally). Those working in tandem with the soldiers relied quite heavily on the personalization to their second skins when first introduced.

So when the datafile in Wolffe’s hands tells him the armor worn by the dead trooper was not his own, a sense of confusion as well as a wave of mild horror washes over the flint gray commander. The deceased was one of the 501st Legion’s cobalt crusaders, yet the ARC trooper had been killed in an unpainted, second skin that had been stolen from another.

Why?

So many why-s.

When asking if his brother would agree to meet with him, it had taken some convincing. Fox’s agreement ultimately came with conditions, which were thankfully simple. Find somewhere in CoCo Town - as he was due to patrol that near that sector in a few hours time - and find some caf that didn’t taste like droid oil.

There, Commander Fox would attempt to provide as many answers to Wolffe’s questions as he could.

Though he couldn’t promise there’d be answers for all of them.

Entering the eighth eatery, Wolffe tries putting a little more trust in this diner’s advertising than each of the establishments he tried earlier. ‘Best food this side of the Senate District!’ A tagline like that would have to do a lot of heavy lifting for a greasy diner in a dilapidated industrial area.

Inside, the diner has been furnished with several deep booths with shiny red seats as well as a long countertop that offers a glimpse into the kitchen through a narrow viewport. The decor is a mix of chrome and neon. While it’s perhaps not what Wolffe would call his favorite style, he had to give whoever ran the place credit for a cohesive, and constant, theme.

This place looks like it hasn’t changed in years. Too often, Wolffe finds once-favorite establishments rehauling their menus, revamping the theme, gutting whatever charm the place had between his deployments. It’s a damn shame. Corsucant changes too quickly top-side; all of it fueled on someone else’s pursestrings, no doubt.

Noticing his arrival, a WA-7 waitress droid, idly chatting with a pre-dawn client, pardons herself to welcome the prospective customer. Assuming he’ll be subjected to a facial recognition scan, Wolffe holds himself in near-militant attention until the droid speaks.

“Welcome to Dex’s Diner! What can I get for you, hon?”

The first question he has for the waitress is the state of the diner’s caf.

“Is your caf instant?”

The droid’s feminine programming and friendly inflection does its best to make up for an inability to smile. (He finds it a little unsettling all the same.)

“It’s brewed in-house, every hour on the hour.”

Wolffe regards a small chronometer on the wall, displaying what his body-chrono already knows. Just a half-hour before dawn. Perfect. Depending on how far away Fox is, it shouldn’t take long for his vod to find his way here. Coruscant had been under the watchful eye and capable hand of the crimson commander very shortly after the start of the war; if anyone knew their way around this massive labyrinth of a planet, it would be Fox.

“Good enough.” Wolffe says with a thankful nod. “Saves me the trouble of finding another place.”

“Looking for something to eat?”

“Not exactly. I’m supposed to meet with someone.” he explains, sending the name of the diner to Fox’s comlink while the WA-7’s back is to him, asking him to follow behind. She’s got just the spot for him.

She shows Wolffe to a booth in the back-left corner, where he can already tell at a glance that the padding under the seat material is worn thin and unevenly. (Well, he’s sat in worse seats.) It’s secluded, just enough, that it should afford him and his brother a little more privacy. He unseals his helmet as quietly as he can to avoid disturbing the other patrons, and sets the sunbonnet down on the table.

“Your business isn’t our business,” the droid promises to Wolffe’s great confusion as he works to seat himself as gracefully as possible with the kama, “so rest assured that whoever you’re meeting, we won’t tell a soul.”

“Okay… I appreciate that.”

Wolffe straightens out his modified phase two helmet on the tabletop, dismissing the waitress’s offer to get him something to start with while he waits. Glass of Jawa Juice, perhaps? It’s a house special.

A mash of bantha hide and fermented grain so early in the morning doesn’t sound particularly appealing.

“Nothing right now, thank you.”

The WA-7 nodded. “Suit yourself, hon. Give a holler when you’re ready.”

It wouldn’t be long from now. Fox had sown the seeds for a system the Corries called ‘Zeros and Fives’ when it came to meeting their vode for non-military matters. Seeking out Fox for answers wasn’t technically an emergency, but it should hopefully be treated with a little more urgency seeing as Wolffe couldn’t wait around all morning. With the General’s help, he had to fabricate time-sensitive duties to excuse his presence on Coruscant earlier than expected.

Some poodoo about retrieving something-or-other under the General’s orders. Records of research from the Chief Librarian of the Jedi Archives, Jocasta Nu.

Records of what kind of research, he wasn’t sure.

That comes later. Now, he was waiting for Fox. Wolffe checks his comlink for any response to his choice of locale, finding only a silent ‘Seen’ status. Well, he’ll take it to mean his vod won’t be waving down the suggestion.

With little more than his comlink and the datafile to keep him occupied, the flint gray commander settled in for what could end up being a long wait in the event Fox ran into trouble on patrol. How long he would end up waiting would be inconsequential, so long as he got answers and insight to the root of this tragedy. Something to rationalize the reality of losing brothers to something other than Separatists and their sympathizers.

He just had to ask himself why he was doing this. Why he cared so much, what he hoped to find. Maybe even who he was doing all this for.

Was it for Fox, hoping to get ahead of the inevitable boiling point the rumors might reach?

Was it for Captain Rex, finding some shred of information that may bring closure to the death of one of his best men?

Was it for Fives, given the death of an ARC trooper was no insignificant thing? Was he hoping to find reason, or just cause?

Or was it for his own morbid curiosity, given other details of the deceased’s service file?

Commander Wolffe couldn’t be certain until his brother was dragging his over-caffeinated carcass through the doors of the diner, and down to the last booth on the left. He couldn’t be certain Fox would be forthcoming with those answers, either. Or the state the other commander would be in.

Fifteen minutes before the next hourly pot of caf is made, Fox shuffles into the diner, quiet and wordless. Not in the sense of stoicism; rather fatigue. Ignoring the greetings of the waitstaff, he walks himself down to the booth once he’s found Wolffe in his visor. Like his fellow commander, Fox’s helmet remains over his head until he reaches the table, at which point he unseals, and drops it with a dull thud half an inch over the table.

“Good to see you, Fox.” Wolffe says.

That was a lie. Perhaps only partially. He wished if he was paying the crimson commander a visit here on Coruscant, it would have been under better circumstances. With better beverages as well. The last time Wolffe had seen his brother, he was promised a splash of spotchka and the opportunity to properly talk about the Abregado disaster when next they met. To mourn the loss of Wolffe’s men and the change to his armor. They started this war named after members of the Canidae and painted in beautiful shades of red.

Now they were just a couple of canines.

Fox makes no immediate greeting. With a tired grumble, he drops into the booth, a small betrayal to the tireless façade the Corries had come to be known for.

“Sorry to make you wait,” he says at last, propping his elbows on the table as he begins rubbing one bleary eye, “Patrol took longer to button up than anticipated.”

“That’s fine.” Wolffe replied, just relieved the other canine commander was here.

Doing her rounds, the same service droid as before approaches the brothers’ booth and asks if they’d like anything to eat while they conduct their business. (She doesn’t suggest Jawa Juice this time.) Wolffe takes her up on the offer for the freshest cups of caf that would be ready not too long from now. Just as the droid goes to send in the order to the back-of-house, she takes another look at Fox— currently in the process of falling asleep at the table —and thinks better of it.

“... I’ll tell Dex to make it a carafe.”

When the caf is prepared, instead of sending it out with the service droid, FLO, Dex himself brings it out from the kitchen to the front-of-house.

And Dex had certainly not been what Wolffe imagined him to look like.

Standing roughly 1.88 meters tall by the commander’s estimation, the owner of the diner was a heavyset Beskalisk who wore an ill-fitting, heavily stained white shirt and apron that had certainly seen better days. Making use of the four arms in his possession, Dex carried the carafe with the lower set, and a pair of mugs in a third, upper hand.

Wolffe hides any surfacing unease after meeting the owner’s eye by fixing Fox’s helmet beside his own to clear space on the table. He came here to question his brother about an ARC trooper’s death over a decent cup of caf; he didn’t expect to be reminded of someone who put his brothers of the GAR through a gruesome campaign on the lightless word of Umbara.

A Force-wielding Besalisk named Pong Krell had tricked the 501st and 212th into turning their blasters on each other some time ago. His style of leadership was firm, his fighting form aggressive. Krell’s war record boasted several successes at the bloody cost of countless Clone casualties; the highest of any Jedi. Having been seduced by the allure of rising power, he betrayed the Order, the Republic, and weaponized the absolute loyalty of the men under his command.

It would be Fives, Jesse, and Hardcase of the 501st’s bravest blue to defy orders and take stolen ships to cripple enemy forces. They proved successful, though only Fives and Jesse would return. Krell had tried to order their execution as a result of this disobedience. But brothers in blue and orange mutinied against the fallen Jedi, and attempted his arrest. Once they managed to capture him, Krell had been interrogated and his treasonous plot was brought into the light.

Fives had been faced with the business end of a blaster at the hands of his own brothers twice.

He only survived it once.

Wolffe could only hope Fives’ mortal remains were being treated with far more respect than whatever had been afforded to Krell.

One thing was soon clear at least, the longer the diner’s owner was working to serve them the fresh caf: Dex was nothing like Krell, save for being a Besalisk.

Dex was far kinder, friendlier.

He first poured out a generous portion for Wolffe, chuckling warmly as he spoke. “You’ll want to be careful, gentlemen. Quite hot. Should do a fine job of perking you right up, though!” Wolffe was sure to thank Dex before carefully kicking his brother’s boot under the table to stir him. Fox hadn’t fallen asleep, but he certainly was heading in that direction the longer he sat in the booth.

Tiredly scrubbing a hand over his face in an effort to wake up, Fox took hold of the mug that had been carefully pushed in his direction by the four-armed cook.

“Thanks…”

“Don’t mention it! Matter of fact, I’ll leave the rest with you two and let you get about your business.” Dex carefully set the metal carafe on the tabletop and lumbered back into the kitchen, as promised.

Together, the commanders would take their first sampling of the diner’s caf; Wolffe found it of decent quality, nothing more. There was nothing special that set it apart from other diners, but it was a step above the instant powder in his and his men’s rations.

Fox on the other hand drank like the caf was no milder than water. Maker. That couldn’t be healthy. Once the mug had been lowered for a suitable amount of time, Wolffe voiced the first of his concerns.

“When’s the last time you slept, vod?”

With a heavy exhale, Fox set down the mug and leaned against the backrest. “Same time as the rest of Coruscant.” he said, too focused on the patternless web of scratches in the table to see the displeased furrowing of his brother’s brow.

“Coruscant never sleeps. Are you telling me you’re running on empty?”

“No. I just don’t remember, cub.”

Wolffe grit his teeth, full lips pursing as his displeasure deepened. This was no time for the kit-and-cub routine they had developed fresh off Kamino, possessing a curiously bright-eyed quality that would be lost before long. This was serious. All of this was serious, and Fox is choosing now to be sarcastic and apathetic with him?

He has to stop and take a measured breath before acting on any kind of anger. Should he be short with Fox, Wolffe’s opportunity to get sensible answers might slip between his fingers. So instead, he nurses his mug of caf before saything or asking anything else. Maybe it’ll help him hold on to his tether a little longer if he combats his own budding fatigue. Crossing several galactic timezones in order to get to the heart of the Republic could make even the most tireless of men weary.

Settled, Wolffe begins again. “What do you remember about last night?” A glance is cast over their helmets; the thought of scrubbing through helmet footage flickers in his mind.

“Might need to be more specific,” Fox replies, wantonly tracing the rim of his mug with his forefinger. “What part of last night are you asking about?”

“The part that ended with a dead ARC trooper.”

For a moment, the other commander remained unnaturally still, and equally quiet. Now that the reason behind the visit Wolffe was paying him had been revealed, Fox felt the atmosphere of the diner tangibly shift. So that’s what this visit Wolffe was paying him was about. He was aware from the beginning Wolffe was coming all the way to Triple Zero to question him; not the subject matter of these questions.

It was time to establish a baseline for the brothers.

“What have you heard?”

Propping up the datafile, Wolffe presents the timeline as he understands it.

Alongside the Kaminoan Nala Se and General Shaak Ti, ARC trooper Fives had traveled to Coruscant from the Clone homeworld and met with Chancellor Palpatine at the Grand Republic Medical Facility. Shortly upon their arrival, Fives presented a potential Separatist plot that he believed responsible for the death of a trooper by the name of Tup to General Ti, the Chief Medical Scientist, and Palpatine. Agreeing to hear him out, Fives was granted limited audience with the Chancellor.

Per protocol, shock troopers and the Red Guard remained in the room when Palpatine requested to speak “alone” with Fives. This meant when the Chancellor was suddenly attacked, the response was almost immediate.

Under threat of apprehension, Fives would escape the Medical Facility, and remain unaccounted for for some time before making contact with a member of Torrent Company - namely their medic, Kix. Coordinates would be given to a location on Level 1325 with the request General Skywalker and Captain Rex meet him there, as soon as possible, and importantly, alone. His commanding officers would go to Hangar 18 in Sector I-9, where Fives had been spotted by a probe droid, and find themselves caught in a ray shield.

While effectively at his mercy, Fives would tell his commanding officers he had been set up, framed, before the arrival of the Corries.

“Did you hear anything Fives might have said when you arrived with the Guard?”

Fox, just about to take a drink, paused. “Not everything.” Once they had made it inside the warehouse, he and his men were more concerned with finding safe cover before moving into action.

A minor tell of annoyance, the twitching of the scarred brow over his brother’s cybernetic eye, did not go unnoticed by the red commander.

“Obviously. But what did you hear?”

“General Skywalker questioned why his ARC trooper believed the Chancellor was capable of orchestrating this… Separatist plot when an assassination attempt had failed. Said the Chancellor was incapable, though his soldier insisted.” Fox replied, considering the dregs in his mug for the moment before pouring himself another serving.

“At what point did you step in?”

Not long after, his vod tells him.

“His back was to us. Didn’t see us draw our DeeCees.”

“Why didn’t you stun him?” Wolffe nearly demands.

Fives had been declared a fugitive, the commander understood that. When he had taken part in the manhunt for Ahsoka Tano following the declaration of her own fugitive status following the bombing of the Jedi Temple and death of a suspect, Letta Turmond, it had been under orders. Tano had been a dear friend to General Plo; the Kel Dor often spoke so kindly of her… she had saved his life in the aftermath of Abregado.

But given the evidence at the time, he believed she was the primary suspect behind the blast that had killed Clones, maintenance workers and six Jedi, and left many more injured. A belief that would be buried once he heard General Skywalker had found and brought the true perpetrator before those who put the Togruta on trial. Firing upon someone he cared about, in his own fashion, while she was dazed and unarmed, would be the last time Wolffe ever saw Tano.

The guilt still gnaws at him.

Maybe if they had taken Fives alive, the real perpetrator could have been discovered. Like Barriss Offee had been.

“Why,” he repeats himself, determined to break Fox’s continued silence, “Tell me why, Fox.”

“We didn’t exactly have much of a choice, Wolffe. I ordered him to stand down, warned him not to do it; but he drew a nearby weapon. He was acting erratically.”

Fox had to make a split-second decision with highly volatile variables at play; the way he had been trained. The way both of them had been trained. Trained to make the tough calls that came with the lofty status as Marshal Commanders, before Wolffe had been stripped of such a rank. Robbed of the red.

It would be replaced with gray, to honor and remember the dead.

The innumerable, tragic dead.

Try as they might, the Kaminoans could never hope to train the sting of a brother’s tragic death out of the men of the GAR.

Following a break to use the diner’s refreshers and collect themselves, the commanders return to the table, making use of limited time before Wolffe is supposed to act upon new military-wide orders from General Plo.

“What orders?” Fox asks, brow pinched in confusion.

He hadn’t seen any such notification. Just a report from Thire and Thorn that more surveillance footage had been acquired of the events from last night; they now had an answer for how ARC trooper Fives avoided the shock troopers checking IDs in the Clone bar. A damn hat given to him by a corporal from another unit, of all things.

“I’m supposed to report to the nearest Republic med center to receive some kind of vaccination. For a parasite.”

Continuing to read the message on his comlink, Wolffe learns soldiers on other planets will need to await the arrival of the inoculation that was being mass-produced to protect every Clone, whether their deployment was peaceful, or on the front lines.

“They… think some kind of rare parasite native to Ringo Vinda was responsible for what happened to Tup. For the behavior Fives displayed before you-”

Something about this didn’t feel quite right.

This answer was too convenient. How was it possible that a parasite was missed by the Chief Medical Scientist during Tup’s thorough examination on Kamino, but discovered by the Chancellor’s personal doctors in a rushed autopsy? (They had been thorough, right?) How did invasive organisms cause these “aggression inhibitors” to decay? How many more men of the 501st Legion were potentially infected, and how did the organism spread? Something about this wasn’t adding up.

Maybe by asking the shock troopers who had been present during the conversation Fives had with the Chancellor, he could find something they missed; maybe they had heard something-

“ -ffe. Wolffe,”

Failing to get the flint-gray commander’s attention, Fox has reached across the table and taken hold of his hand just as he finds it beginning to tremble. Minor stress tremors such as these have plagued him since the ill-fated naval battle, though they’ve been dormant for a long time with a combination of strict rest and discipline. And typically, they’re almost unnoticeable.

But Fox has always had sharp eyes with even sharper ears.

“When’s the last time you slept?”

A slow burning behind his eyes—the feeling stronger on the right—served as an uncomfortable reminder that he had been unable to find much meaningful rest after hearing what happened in Coruscant’s sub-levels. Another brother’s tragic, untimely death. Resisting the urge to rub his eyes and rid himself of the discomfort, Wolffe instead returns the steady squeeze rather than pulling away.

Voice soft, he heaves a quiet sigh.

“Not recently enough, kit.”

Perhaps it was his own fatigue that had him jumping to absurd conclusions. The demise of an elite ARC trooper had reminded him of his own heavy losses, and his composure was beginning to suffer for it. That was unacceptable. He needed to sleep. Both of them needed to sleep.

But more importantly, Wolffe needed to leave. He had a set time to arrive at the med center by, and it would be imprudent to be late. Gathering the datafile, his comlink, and his helmet, Wolffe took one last gulp of caf before standing to bid his brother farewell.

Then, he had an idea.

“Maybe… after I’ve gotten the inoculation, we should both crash in your quarters for an hour if you’ve still got that shitty old couch stuffed in there since the last time I saw you.”

Fox chuckled, a lazy smirk settling over his features.

“It’s still there and shittier than ever,” the crimson commander promised, “Been too busy to remove it.”

Wolffe resealed his helmet so Fox wouldn’t see the grim smile, one grateful for the meager space to sleep and troubled by the responsibilities his brother has had to shoulder that have kept him so busy, he can’t rearrange a stained sofa.

It was no wonder Fox was sporting some silver around his temples prematurely. It probably wouldn’t be long before Wolffe’s own raven-dark hair did the same, given his own burdens and losses. This war would make old dogs out of both of them.

Assuming they lived long enough to see the supposed end of it. After all, only the dead will ever see the true end of war.

And that was a tragedy for the living.

Thank you for making such a uniquely heart-breaking request for this event Maia; I hope I did these canine commanders justice and made it appropriately angsty enough. I hope you enjoyed! 🩷

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coffeeandbatboys · 1 year ago

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Riye

(Mando'a; favor after a run of bad luck)

K'oyacyi: a literal order to stay alive

Warnings: mentions of death, Fives Lives!AU fix it. There is a lot of Mando'a in this. Set when Echo and Rex are split from the bad batch. Echo makes some bad jokes about his death. No clonecest here just really close brothers. Cloneshippers DNI I will block you.

The nightmares plagued Rex's mind every night. War had not been kind to his mental health, and the things he'd seen haunted him to the day.

The death of his Vod'ika at the hands of the Coruscant Guard was a regular occurrence in his dreams. Replaying the horrifying image of the blaster bolt burning into Fives' chest.

But he'd get up every morning and face another day of walking on eggshells so as to not catch the eye of the empire.

Which was kriffing hard seeing as he was in the middle of a very large firefight involving athere'sn entire company of Imperial Stormtroopers. He really wished that he hadn't asked Echo to stay with the computer equipment back at the inn, but it wouldn't do any good to wish at this point.

But another voice joined the fray. A clone, no doubt, but underneath a layer of tiredness, a familiar lilt of humor shone through. It made Rex's heart ache to hear it. But he caught sight of the newcomer's armor and nearly cried out. ARC armor. With little flecks of blue paint stubbornly refusing to be scrubbed off, and shoddy patchwork over a hole in the left breastplate. It couldn't be.

"Fives?!" Rex cried, taking his helmet off once they were in the clear.

The hand that held a blaster faltered and fell to his side.

"Rex..."

"How the hell are you still alive, di'kut?"

"Its good to see you too Captain. Not really sure, to answer your question." He said, taking his bucket off and flashing a sad smile.

Rex pulled the ARC Trooper close.

"I've got someone who's been waiting a long time to see you."

Fives cocked his head to the side, but Rex didn't offer an explanation right away, just turned and led his little brother by the hand.

"Long story short, Echo never died."

Fives shook his head. "What the kark did you just say?"

"He was given over to the techno union so they could use his brain to mine our battle plans. He's got a whole cybernetic getup but he looks very, very different."

When they reached the inn, Rex ordered Fives (who was still trying to process the earlier information) to put his bucket on and stay quiet in the main room. A minute later, he returned with an odd looking clone who bore gray and red armor, and had a scomp attachment on one arm.

"I'm not sure how to tell you boys this but everything you thought you knew is wrong."

"What are you talking about, Rex?" Echo deadpanned, Causing Fives to still.

"Echo, it seems we've found—"

Before the captain could finish his introduction, Fives had taken his helmet off again, earning a groan from the former.

It was Echo's turn to go rigid. He slowly removed his own helmet, revealing his teary eyes.

"It can't be. You're supposed to be-" Echo was cut off by Fives lunging forward to wrap his twin in the biggest hug of their lives. It took Echo a second to get his bearings and return the gesture, but he was still in shock.

"Stars, Echo, what did they do to you?" He asked, pulling away to hold his brother's pale face in his hands. Tears were gathering in his eyes as they frantically searched Echo's.

Echo gave a lopsided grin. "Turns out you get new a cool new set of limbs when you get blown up."

This caused a pained cry to rise from Fives' throat at the terrible joke.

"I thought you were dead."

"I could say the same about you!"

Echo leaned his forehead against Fives'. They hadn't noticed that Rex left to force knew where until that moment.

After hours of talking, the twins were exhausted. They'd hardly left each other's side since they'd been reunited. And neither one was planning on doing so any time soon. But they needed rest, so they had moved to one of the two beds, still opting to be close.

"Do you remember what we told each other the morning before..." Echo didn't really want to finish the sentence.

"Yeah." Fives scoffed. "K'oyacyi."

Echo giggled. "Yeah that went up in flames. Kinda like I did."

Fives groaned "You need to stop joking about that di'kut. You 'dying' really messed me up."

Echo's stomach dropped. He remembered crying his heart out after Rex told him what had happened to Fives. Or what they'd thought happened.

"Hey," Echo spoke in the same reassuring voice he used when one of the dominoes woke up from a nightmare when they were cadets. "I'm right here, Fives. You're here. What more could we ask for? We kept our promise. K'oyacyi."

Fives' grip on his brother tightened a little bit.

"Ner Vod, I don't ever want to watch you die again. You're my brother; I love you. I just...I can't do that again."

"I love you too, Fives'ika. I promise you won't. I'm here."

When Rex came back, he was met with Fives sleeping soundly on one of the beds, and Echo sprawled out over half of his twin brother's torso. Both had a death grip like beskar on each other. His domino vod'ikas, back together again.

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vodika-vibes · 7 months ago

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Vooooode. I've mentioned to you how I'd like to read something where Fives and Fox forgive and support each other (near fatal shot, mention of an au where Command Batch has something forgotten about Fox) and together with Reader whom they both love, they kill Palps?

That said, I just believe Fox x Reader x Fives (no clonecest) It is a ship with unexplored potential.

I bet that a relationship where you're between Fox and Fives would be very similar to a relationship to being in a relationship between Echo and Fives.

That said, there would be an interesting relationship with Fox and Fives, with you acting as a mediator for some things.

Also! If you want, feel free to send a request for this. I know I have some prompt lists linked on my masterlist.

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the-tech-turn · 11 months ago

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You can now leave drawing prompts ranging from one word to a picture. I’ll draw for Star Wars and Epic the Musical. I’ll draw fanart, original pieces, and wallpapers.

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suzukiblu · 2 months ago

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Something tells me that Match might just start crying in mirror mirror at some point

Like damn

Local clone only knows how to express emotions when getting fucked stupid

Listen, FULLY unironically, Match would SO OBVIOUSLY be so much better at sex if he got to spend it roleplaying. Like that's just facts!! Like, for all the practical reasons and also all the psychological ones like how he has DEFINITELY never been supposed to/ALLOWED to express an emotion when he wasn't pretending to be Kon, and also never been supposed to/allowed to be treated decently or fuck forbid AFFECTIONATELY when he wasn't pretending to be Kon or--

. . . hm.

. . . . . . . . . okay so like. How fucked-up WOULD Tim/Match or Cassie/Match or even Tim/Match/Cassie where Match either secretly or explicitly wanted them to let him pretend to be Kon so he could actually let himself just actually FEEL good be? Not even necessarily during sex, but also DEFINITELY during sex. Like, how fucked-up we gettin' there? Just like, on a scale from one cult to ninety-nine cloning attempts.

No reason; asking for a friend.

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oceansssblue · 8 months ago

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Soooo about the weird kinks

It may sound weird (expected lol) but something about the trooper being a bit more pudgy than his buddies? Not like fat as they are still soldiers but yknow armor sitting more tighter and comforting/affectionally teasing them about it (while enjoying it)

All the freedom of which trooper goes to you!

Give me all the weirdness yes!! 🥳

I just have the doubt if u wanted some clone/clone in the mix or not though (y'all be as detailed and explicit as you can if u want to make sure I get it right, I always have doubts lmao) sooo i decided not to jump to a full smutt and just leave it as teasing/sensual kinda thing –just in case!

And since you let me pick the trooper... I decided to go with Kix. He's cute. Fullstop.

Enjoy and remember I'm still taking weird/unusual kinks and 1sentence smutt fic requests!

Xx,

Blue.

"SOFT" – KIX /& 501ST 💖🔥

WARNINGS: PHYSICAL INSECURITIES, SORT OF SOFT HUMILIATION KINK, TEASING, PLAYING JUSTT AROUND CLONECEST (THOUGH I THINK IT COULD BE INTERPRETED AS PLATONIC TEASING, IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO BACK UP), NO PROPER SEX SCENE, MENTIONS OF BLOOD&WOUNDS&MEDICALSHIT, PUBLIC SHOWERS.

Note: i think this turned out well, hope it's what you were looking for dear anon!

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Kix was having a hectic day in Kamino's medbay. The 501st had just returned from yet another complicated mision in the Outer Rim; and not unusual either, he had a mix of wounds and virical diseases to heal. Some troopers had broken bones, some deep gashes and blaster grazes, some had just catched a cold that he couldn't yet brush aside as irrelevant. While Kix always followed his brothers to battle, and he had a task there, in the middle of the field, it was here, in the post-mision –when they were tucked back into safety– were his main work begun.

After a quick mental triage and once all urgent medical conditions were resolved, he resorted to attend to those with minor, non-threatening wounds. He cleaned, applied the correspondent bacta or balm, and covered each one of them; leaving one or two unattended for now as they required a bit more of time and space. He took samples of those who appeared to be developing any sort of infection; and finally flopped down in the foot of Fives' bed.

Kix examined his wound carefully. While it was nothing worrying, the cut was too long and open –though superficial– to close on it's own; and the medic didn't want to risk leaving it open for all kinds of bacteria to find a home in anyways. Furthermore, soldiers needed to be healed as quick as possible; kaminoans didn't favor long stays at home when so many troopers where needed all around the galaxy to fight the war.

"I'm gonna' have to stich that up, Fives" he pointed out with a sort of finality that didn't left much room to argue.

The ARC-trooper, instead of rolling his eyes in resignment or growing irritated, just shot him a charming smile. Kix guessed that was one of the perks of treating Fives.

"Do as you must, dear doc" he answered in good humour.

Kix quickly prepared the small surgical field he was going to require for the minor intervention. Fives flinched with the first anestesia inyection; though after that he remained surprisingly put and quiet. Kix glanced up at him once or twice, forceps and needle holders in his hands, wondering what was going on in the man's head. In usual circumstances, Fives would have been chatting his ear off. He was unusually pensive.

The medic appreciated the silence, though, so he worked diligently through every stitch until the gash was perfectly closed. He abandoned his instruments and moved onto dressing the wound –first smoothing out a layer of bacta before covering it and protecting it from external agresions–. He sighed, feeling his tense shoulders starting to hurt from the hours of effort, and shot a tiny satisfied smile to Fives.

"All done".

Kix stood up and started to clean and put everything back into place without a minute to waste. Hopefully, it would only be one more extra hour before he'd be able to retire to rest. He was just halfway into the process of leaving the bacta on top of one of the shelves when Fives finally broke down his self-imposed silence; though it did nothing but shock Kix into embarassment.

"Have you gained weight?"

Kix turned around, stunned by the abrupt observation, and inmediately self-consciously pulling down the edge of his shirt when he realised it had ridden up and offered more skin to Fives' eyes than he had intended to.

"I'm perfectly capable of withstanding the physicalities of the battlefield" he snapped, a sharp contrast to Fives curious, almost innocent question.

Fives eyes flickered over his body, taking note of the medic's redenned cheeks and the obvious discomfort on his posture. He was the one who blinked in surprise this time.

"I wasn't questioning it" he inmediately reassured him, voice calm and soothing, ignoring the glances of the few other troopers of the 501st that had yet to abandon the medbay. "I'm perfectly aware you're the best medic on the field, Kix. I wasn't asking it like it's a bad thing".

Kix frowned, feet shuffling in place. All negative thoughts about the changes he had been noticing upon himself were put on hold.

"It's... not?"

For someone who was usually so direct and precise, Fives thought he sounded so unsure.

"No. Our bodies are so similar it just... shocked me, I guess" Fives answered, dare he say, gently. "I actually like it".

Kix huffed.

"Yeah, right, 'cause I'm so much more attractive being fat and all" he mumbled, evidently disagreeing.

Fives would have walked towards him if he didn't think Kix would have screamed at pulling at his stiches so soon after closing them.

"If you're fat Amidala is the ugliest senator in the galaxy" the sarcasm was heavy in his tongue. "Kix, come on... I mean it, really".

The medic wanted nothing more than to believe him; but the insecurities inside his head made that excruciatingly difficult.

"Why?" He plainly asked, just trying to understand the logic behind it, wanting to perhaps understand Fives' point of view so he could see himself that way too.

Fives shrugged, pasting a wide grin on his face. Kix knew that expression well; it was the one the ARC pulled when he was going to be terribly blunt or do something unexpected, almost like a foreseable victory.

"Makes for a better grip. That's all".

That's all. "That's all" is what Fives said when he had all but thrown a very obvious sexual innuendo at Kix after very pointedly taking a look at the changes of his body, grinning at him.

Kix scowled, though his cheeks did nothing but redden further; a sort of warm, tingly embarassment licking up his spine. He resolutely tried to shove the confusing emotions down.

"Get out of my medbay, Fives" he ordered, tone not really agressive anymore.

Fives arched an eyebrow.

"You want me to ruin your impecable work this early?" He asked, a falsely innocent tone colouring his voice.

Kix sighed.

"I'll send a droid for some crutches for you" he muttered, and did his best to completely ignore him while he moved onto the next and last patient.

He tried to ignore the rest of the troopers of the 501st too; and the shamefull tingles of excitement that danced inside of him.

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Just a week after Fives' incident, Kix was uncomfortably tugging at his armour waiting in the line for the barrack's common showers. Where it had once been a tiny bit too big on him, it was a tight fit now; almost digging in at certain places after hours of extenuating misions. He wanted nothing more than to take it off; though he apparently still had a more or less long wait in front of him, judging by the number of troopers ahead of him –even when their water rations lasted barely five minutes at all–.

Finally, Kix made it onto the adyacent locker room; and he quickly divested himself of every plate and pauldron, stacking it up in a practiced way for him to pick it up on the way back to his bunk, bucket on top. As naked as a tubie, he walked towards an empty shower; scanning his wrist on the reader of the wall to start with his water ration. He washed the blood and grim of war methodically off his body; pressing his forehead against the cold tiles and allowing himself to close his eyes and just relax for the last minute or so.

"That's what I call a nice thick ass, Kix!" A voice shouted from one of the adyacent showers.

It was curious how they were all so similar and yet their voices could be so different.

"Shut up, Hardcase!" he bit back in between the 501st' chuckles, a small flush creeping up his neck at the comment.

His ration expired, and Kix wrapped a towel around his waist. He dressed up in his night blacks; gathered his armour, and walked back to the barracks. It felt like glory, laying down on his bunk; clean and tired, finally allowed to decompress and rest, to relax.

"Can I join you?" A low, cautious voice interrupted his half-asleep state a few minutes afterwards.

Kix opened a single eye to take a glance at the trooper; not to find out who he was –he already knew–, but to scan his expresion. His eyes. Kix had always thought Rex and Echo had one of the most expressive eyes of the GAR.

"Sure, vod'ika" he accepted, attempting to move in order to make some space for him.

To his surprise, Echo all but dropped himself on top of him; head inmediately finding a spot right below his ribs, in his abdomen, and feet precariously dangling off the matress. The ARC trooper's hands splayed on both sides of his hips. Kix chuckled in amusement and let him be.

"Comfortable?" He asked, just to make sure, relaxing onto the bed again.

Echo hummed, his lips almost brushing against his stomach.

"Mm. Yeah. Fives told me you were unsure about your shape" Echo quietly mumbled, voice turning sweet and honest. "But you look as good as always, and this just makes you the best person to cuddle with, Kix".

That same burning, exciting shame spread through the trooper's veins. Kix was just glad Echo couldn't see the smile on his reddening face.

THE END.

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