#they got along way better w each other than i have with either of them

[npdlangley]

im a bitter person but oh well i guess

[sinning-23]

Hot Tatted Uncle Pt.3 (Uncle!Sukuna x Teacher!Auntie!Reader)

Alright yall pt.3 also the FINALEEEE lmao I hope you guys enjoyed this lmao and uhhh thank you for the love n support!

This part is a bit longer than the other ones so I hope yall enjoy ll I got a lil crazy wit this. Just for reference this part is NSFW so uhh minors get tf gone lmao.

Warninga: Obviously nsfw, fingering, p in v, slight choking/biting? Very faint, mild overstim, bathroom sex lol, saliva as lube?, try to be quiet trope?

ENJOY!~

Part 2 here

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He's got his hands busy with the flesh of your thighs, kneading them as your mouths work against one another in unison. He groans the feeling of you seated against his clothed length enough to drive him crazy. Sukuna'd be lying if he said he didn't love how you'd whine at his slight upward thrust, your thighs clenching a bit.

The true task at hand here was to not wake Yuji who was sleeping rather soundly in his room. However, that was becoming increasingly difficult. Sukuna insists on lifting you up a bit just so he can roll his hips into yours, desperate enough to have you both basically dry-humping on the couch.

Your nightshirt keeps slipping down your shoulder so he takes it as a sign to press kisses there, your head lolling back and he skilfully captures the back of your head, his canines scraping against your pulse, his breath hot against the flesh there.

"W-Wait shouldn't we-" You begin, feeling a bit guilty about being intimate on someone else's furniture.

"Nuh-uh, you tryna find excuses now ain't you? Don't wanna mess up my brother's nice couch?" He grins, successfully forcing your eye contact.

"I just don't wanna be rude." You admit, whimpering again when he grinds up into you, vocalizing a groan in response himself.

"That's fine. I got a better idea." He admits, not only standing but easily hoisting you up long with him, his bulge pressed deliciously against your clothed cunt.

"What? Where?" You're clinging to him, your ankles wrapped around his waist as he keeps a firm grip on your backside.

You're traveling a bit down the hall now and he takes a swift turn to the bathroom you'd used earlier.

"I know it's not ideal, and if I had it my way I'd take you to my place right the fuck now." He explains, setting you against the countertop before hiking up your shirt.

"But I know you don't care." He huffs, lifting your boobs with each of his hands, squishing and teasing them, his mouth already latched to one as he covered the space in large, deep-colored bruises.

"I know you don't care that much about being rude as to keep from having his pussy fucked either." He growls, using his free hand to cup it, this thumb touching just over where your clit should be, only held back by your pajama pants and the sheer fabric of your panties.

"F-Fuck. Okay, okay, you're right." You whine, twitching when he applies more pressure.

"Atta girl." He grunts, pulling your pants down along with his, a hiss leaving his mouth when you trace your hand down his chest.

He takes your wrist, guiding it further, your body practically vibrating when he let's you touch it over the fabric of his boxers.

"Uh huh, you feel that?" He moans, Your manicured nails raking over his shaft, the feeling of it twitching in your hand making you gasp.

He cant help but give a quiet, 'fuck' as if rests in your hand.

" I-Its big. I don't know how I'm... Jesus." You whisper, swallowing in anticipation.

"Imma make sure you can handle it mamas, promise." He encourages, letting you dip below the waistband and actually feel it. He whines, bucking into your hands warmth at the feeling.

Fuck it's thick... You can feel a couple of the veins that run along the sides and soon you're able to pull it out of his boxers, truly getting a chance to admire it. God damn it, it's pretty too?! It was easily 7 inches, a nice curve upward with a slightly pink hue at the tip. And apparently, his hair color was natural cause the curtains matched the drapes.

"You gonna stop staring at it and- Oh fuck." He growls, his head lolling back when you start moving up and down, squeezing just enough at the tip to make him thrust into your touch.

"And what? C'mon Ryo, what happened to all that shit you were taking a second ago?" Your voice, newfound confidence, and pure unbridled lust flowed through each syllable.

"F-Fuck, here I thought you'd be shy about this." He huffs, looking down at how your hand held him so nicely, your lips parted, tongue out to let saliva drip down as you sloppily stroke his cock.

"Oh, you're nasty." He encourages, gripping the counter for dear life at this point.

The sounds is so wet, salive mixing with precum as you continue to keep up the pace, multitasking as your mouth works hickeys to his neck.

"See cause now I gotta-" Sukuna begins, his hand quick at your throat as he captures your lips, moving your hands to the side so he can access you.

His free hand works to pull your panties to the side and he easily slips two fingers past your folds, a slippery squelch sounding as a result.

"S-Shit-" You whine, the thickness of his middle and ring finger alone stretching you deliciously.

"What happened Miss Y/n? Huh?" He teases, curling his fingers upward, using the hand that was once around your neck to lift your face and force eye contact.

"Huh?" He asks again, his thumb moving circles around your clit as he continues to move his fingers in and out, the pace making you rock your hips in seek of more.

"I d-dont, I can't, fuck Ryo." You whimper, clutching his bicep as he gives that menacing grin again, pressing kisses to your jawline, occasionally sucking just to liter you with more hickeys.

"Yes, you can. Answer me, c'mon mamas I know you can. Or does it feel too good?" He asks, only getting a gasp in response when he proceeded to do the same thing you did moments prior. Warm saliva travels from his pierced tongue, down to your already sopping wet cunt.

"Hm? I'm making you feel good baby?" Oh he was definitely fucking with you now, knowing good as well at this rate you'd be cumming all over his fingers if he kept this shit up. All you could do was nod, resting your head against his tatted shoulder as he chuckles darkly.

"Gonna cum already? I can feel you squeezing." He notes, not stopping however. And sure enough you do, biting down on his shoulder to muffle the sound of your orgasm, stomach spasming as he slows down, smiling against your neck.

"Y-You suck." You huff, still coming down from your high, opening your legs a bit to look down at the mess you'd made on his fingers when he removed them. The sudden emptiness makes you suck in a breath.

"Oh yea?" He laugh, soon becoming hyperfocuses on how close he was to your entrance.

There's a silence for a moment like neither of you wants to be the one to ask for more in fear of coming off as greedy or desperate.

"Are you, done?" he asks, almost unsure, his hands gripping your hips now, dick twitching at the fact that he's so so close.

"No, you?" You laugh, scooting forward just enough that his tip is touching your slick folds.

"Fuck no...Can I?" He asks, and with a nod of your head, he pushes in, a hiss befalling both of you.

You pull in him further, your legs wrapping around his waist to do so. He swears, watching how you'd taken all of him with no issue.

"Shhhhit you feel good." He compliments, pausing when he hears you hiccup.

"Mhm."You respond quickly, adjusting to being so full all at once, tears pricking the corner of your eyes,

"Shit, let's just- just wait a second. Damn, what did you think was gonna happen?" He chuckles, kissing the tears away, massaging the back of your neck with his free hand.

When he said a second he meant that shit, because right after he trusted ever so slightly, slow, soft, calculated, letting your pussy memorize the curve and every vein. The pace was set, soon increasing bit by bit the more you moaned, feeding into his ego. If the sounds before weren't absolutely filthy, these were, every time he pulled out resounding in a wet-sounding "shhlick". You both swear.

"Feel good? I can fuck you a lil harder now?" He asks, both answers being yes.

And as soon as it is, he helps you reposition, the mirrors now in front of you instead of behind. Your nightshirt is half off, the rest of it now bunched up near your upper back as he massages the fat of your ass, squeezing with hiss before landing a firm smack that makes you yelp. He only laughs, massaging it before pulling all the way out.

"R-Ryo wait I'm gonna be too lou-"

Too late, he bottoms out, your mouth opening as you're too late to cover the moan he'd just ripped from your throat.

"Holy shit, nah you gotta keep making noise for me, lemme know how good I'm making you feel." He growls each time his pelvis meets your ass you moan.

All you can do is lean against the bathroom sink and take each unrelenting stroke. He’s got your hair in a fist, your neck craned upwards to look at yourself in the mirror. God you don’t remember looking this pretty when you’re being fucked. Then again it had been a while-

“Look at you,” He chuckles, throwing his head back when your squeeze him.

You manage to let your face all against your forewarn to try and muffle your koans. It proved to be useless and he slams back into you again, a raged, “Fuck!” Sounding from the male behind you.

“Close, fuck don’t stop Ryo.” You hum, rolling your hips against his and he follows your pace, although it doesn’t last long when his hips begin to stutter.

“S-Shit, do that again baby, doing so good for me.” He praises, waiting until you fall apart to pull out, only then spilling onto the curve of your back.

Your legs wobble, a feeling of euphoria befalls you as you seem to somewhat blackout, vision blurring. It's messy, you're practically dripping down your thighs and all he can do is watch in awe at how fucking gorgeous you look like this.

He’s massaging you now, a soft apology falling from his kiss bruised lips as he wipes his mess away, planting kisses against your shoulder. The sweetness is nice, but he quickly reminds you that he’s a fucking goofball when he smacks your ass with a laugh,

“You okay mamas? You can stand up?” He asks, helping you stand up a bit with that stupid glaring on his face, knowing that he definitely did his big one after you fail to keep yourself up.

——8:36am————-

You’d forced yourself to wake up a little earlier, Ryomens' grip on you not softening after you'd fallen asleep together on the couch. He insisted you wear his shirt after your nightshirt had been stretched out from the night’s escapades.

So here you were in an oversized beater and your night shorts (which he had to help you put back on cause you were so fucked out)

On the stove were some pancakes you managed to make before Yuji woke, his plate already set along with Sukuna’s.

The light pitter patter of feet alerts you that the culprit you’d just thought of is awake and he reached up as far as his little hand could grasp to tug on your shirt.

“Uncle Sukuna said to ask Auntie Y/n if I can have some pant cake.” Yuji repeats, your eyes snapping to Sukuna’s frame on the couch.

Of course his eyes were closed, a smirk playing over his stupid gorgeous face.

All you go is laugh, scooping up the boy to put him in his high chair.

“Of course you can have some pancakes sweetie.” You hum, pushing him in and feeding his pancakes with a bit of syrup.

“Make sure you tell your TeaTea thank you.” Sukuna grumbles, peaking at you with a smile.

Yuji only does at he’s told, giving you the biggest brightest smile as you process the fact that this man has Yuji calling you Auntie already. You’d be sure to ask about that later.

“Thank you Auntie Y/N” Yuji shouts.

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Authors Note: HEY YALLLLL I tried to end this like kinda cutely? Lmao thank you so much again for all the love and support on the last two parts I wasn’t thinking this would BLOW UP like how it did lmao!

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[ask-geralt]

You guys want to know one of my favorite things about Edwin? He loves how smart his friends are. He gets so excited and outright a w e d whenever they think of something clever, make a keen observation, or offer a solution to their problems. All I ever want to write is Edwin who eloquently gushes and praises his friends' intelligence and skills. Edwin who, when the occasion arises, gases them up when they get self deprecating, because to him it's not an opinion, it's a FACT that they're smart, and good, and kind, and brave. That they're all equals. I would even go so far as to say he, himself, feels he has to continuously work and study so hard to keep up with them, to continue contributing.

Genuinely I feel like it's a pretty big factor in his hostility towards Crystal in the beginning. When Charles and Edwin first talk with her post-exorcism, she's unimpressed with the work they did to save her, and she insults the name of their agency, which Edwin and Charles are both clearly fond of. Charles, who's used to laughing at digs far more hurtful than that considering his life before death, let's it roll off him easily, but Edwin takes it more personally. From there, he grows jealous because of the attention Charles is giving her, made worse when Crystal proves her powers ARE faster than the methods the boys used before meeting her. Edwin feels like he needs to prove he's better, or at least still useful where Crystal isn't ("We all have talents.") to Charles, because if Crystal can do everything Edwin does, and does it better, then why would Charles keep sticking around? And of course, Crystal returns his hostility beat for beat, as she should. I feel like her subtle attempts to smooth things over and get along with Edwin aren't talked about enough, like she lets him get away with so many snide and openly rude comments before she starts biting back again in episode one. But Edwin holds a grudge and she shouldn't have to take his attitude towards her lying down, not forever, and neither of them are willing to, say, try and ask the other why they're so snippy towards each other, or apologize lol. Honestly their dynamic is so layered and fun to pick apart!!

What really seals it for me is the contrast in his reaction to Crystal compared to Niko. He warms to Niko pretty much immediately, calling her charming and quickly getting down to business on saving her, without even a token protest about helping yet another living girl. And I think that comes down to her attitude towards their assistance, what she brings to the table for the group's dynamic, and her willingness to let them do their thing without rocking the boat on methodology. She doesn't come across as a threat to Edwin's friendship (repressed and unacknowledged crush absolutely not helping either) with Charles, since she and Charles don't interact much, especially not one on one the way he and Crystal do, so she doesn't ruffle Edwin's feathers at all compared to how instantly and repeatedly Crystal gets under his skin.

All this to say I love all four of them, I love that they've all got their strengths and skills, I love that there's also that overlap, that they all get to do detective-ing and that Edwin doesn't get that petty protectiveness over that role. Yes he feels threatened by Crystal, but that has everything to do with Charles and nothing to do with her being competent, in and if itself. He doesn't see himself as a Sherlock Holmes with three Watsons following him around. He likes it when the others are clever, when he's not being a petty bitch (affectionate) who hates change/new things lmao

[hurts2think]

HERE WITH SOME IDEAS FOR YOU!! Red x Chloe x reader w some sleepover shenanigans? W maybe some nice conversations and cuddling n such w read being slightly sleep deprived and suuuper affectionate <33 Hehe thank you 💞

♥️Red Hearts x Chloe Charming x Reader⚔️

Reader pronouns: She/her

Pairing: Red Hearts x Chloe Charming x Fem!Reader

Plot: It's officially summer vacation and what better way to spend the first night with your two amazing girlfriends? You three are disgustingly adorable, even just trying to pick a movie to watch leads to piling ontop of each other and sweet kisses.

Word Count: 1.6k

Extra: Hi I wrote this at 1 am because I forgot to write sooner. So this is very bad and I'm VERY tired. But this is all pure fluff, hardly any real plot :)

The last day of school was always better than the first day of summer. It was the one day of year where everyone was happy for a mutual reason. The one day you didn't have to tolerate stupid lectures and no one argued. No one was caught up in any of their issues because only one thing was on their mind—waiting for the clocks to strike 2:30 pm.

While you were excited for school to end and summer begin, you were more excited for what tonight held.

It wasn't very often you and your two girlfriends got to hangout all together. Usually at least one of you were busy so dates between all three of you got difficult to plan. But tonight was different. You all cleared your schedules for the first night of summer vacation and prepare for a sleepover in Chloe's and Red's dorm.

You were always a little jealous they got to have a dorm together while you were stuck with someone else. But you didn't mind too much, sometimes it was nice to not be around them 24/7.

But once that bell rang, everyone ran out of their classes. The halls had never been filled with so much laughter and chatter about summer plans, it was nice. Nice to see everyone getting along and no stupid drama.

As you walked down the hall, you scan the area for Chloe or Red but can't seem to find either. Luckily for you, they always seem to have a knack for finding you.

A pair of arms suddenly wrap around you from behind, making you jump a little before realizing who it was.

"Helloooo. Happy last day of school!" A girl with big curly blue hair grinned. Your girlfriend, Chloe.

She was always the type to surprise hug or kiss you and Red. Usually it startled you at first but it was always pleasantly surprising.

You smile back as she unwraps her arms and starts to walk beside you, "Hey, Chloe. Is Red not with you?" You ask. Usually Red and Chloe had last period together so they met up with you after but Red wasn't anywhere to be seen.

Chloe sighed and shrugged, "Well, you know her. She skipped last period since it's the last day. So she's probably already at the dorm." Chloe smiled brightly. Her smile always felt bright, almost blinding. It was the kind of smile that you'd only see once or twice in your life, the kind of smile that told you everything would be okay.

"Let's not waste anytime then, yeah?" You grin, taking Chloe's hand into yours. She gives a firm nod and the two of you head off the the dorms.

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The once room that was kept neat and clean, mostly on Chloe's behalf, had looked like it got hit with a tornado in the matter of a couple hours.

Blankets and pillows everywhere, CDs of possible movie choices scattered in front of the TV, snacks and wrappers trailed around anywhere in the room you guys sat. It was a wreck to say the least, but you were having the time of your life.

The lights were out, a small nightlight that casted lights of the moon and little stars all over the wall was the only thing that lit the room.

The clock ticked to 1 am. You were sitting on the bed with Red, leaning your head on her shoulder as the two of you watched Chloe rant about her top two movie options.

"Because The Princess Bride is so good but I don't know if you guys will like it as much, but also it's such a classic! And Mamma Mia is good too, because obviously, it's a musical. But if you guys don't know all of the songs, what's the point if I'm the only one singing?" She crossed her arms, looking to you and Red as if wanting you to give her the right answer.

Red looked like she stopped listening 10 minutes ago and you really didn't care what you guys watched. In the end, none of you would be paying attention to the movie and would all just get wrapped up in the blankets while cuddling and giggling. You were also way too tired to make a real decision

"Let's just watch Mean Girls again."

Chloe groaned and flopped onto the bed with you and Red, clearly not satisfied with the answer.

"Just pick something. It's not like we're really going to watch it." Red pointed out. She was always the one who said the things you guys were thinking but you and Chloe wouldn't actually say.

Chloe huffed and decided to make herself comfortable, sitting next to you so you were in-between them.

Now you really felt like you were about to fall asleep with how comfortable you were, but you really wanted to stay up longer.

"Maybe we just don't need a movie." You suggest, letting out a yawn.

Red nodded in agreement, "Yeah, we can totally just hangout without doing something." She stated, shifting to her side and rested an arm over your torso.

Chloe frowned at this conclusion. She was the kind of girl who always had to be doing something. She got all antsy when she wasn't doing something, even if she was totally ignoring whatever that something was. Like a movie.

"I guess so."

Being so sleep deprived and stuck in between your two girlfriends was starting to make you a little giddy. So with a sudden topic switch, you announce, "Ya know, you two really are so wonderful and beautiful." With a grin slowly making it's way on your face.

Red smirked slightly, looking at you skeptically from the sudden compliment.

Chloe on the other hand smiled sweetly, shifting to face you and taking her hand into yours, "And you're just as wonderful and beautiful." She says in return.

This made you smile wider, "No. Not nearly as wonderful as you two." You rebut.

Red rolled her eyes playfully, "You guys are so cheesy, it's disgusting."

"Shut up, you love it." Chloe smirked at Red.

With a sigh, Red leaned further against you, "Yeah, I totally love how much you guys tell each other how much you love one another and how amazing you are." She sarcastically says.

You giggle and kiss Red on the cheek, "Don't be jealous. I said you were both wonderful."

Red narrows her eyes, trying to look serious but only ended up smiling again, "I am not jealous."

Chloe laughs, "Really? Because you sound kiiinnd of jealous to me." She grins, looking between you and Red. The look in Chloe's eyes were full of admiration and absolutely love struck by her two perfect girlfriends.

Red rolled her eyes again, "Whatever, losers. You can go cuddle in the corner. I'm going to sleep." She said, rolling over away from the two of you.

You and Chloe gave each other a knowing look. It wasn't that Red was actually jealous, she just really loved attention from you guys. And she found out this was the best way to get it.

"Aww, don't be like that." You grin, wrapping your arms around Red from behind, pushing her long red strand of hair aside and kissing the back of her neck.

You couldn't see, probably because she didn't want you to see, but you could tell Red was smiling. "Nope. Gross, get off of me." She joked, trying to push you off and giggled in the process. But you were stubborn and just latched right back onto your princess.

Chloe came from the other side, now trapping Red in the middle instead, "Come on, you're so sweet, don't turn away." She teasingly poked at Red's cheek before trailing down her arm and taking her hand.

Red's face started to heat up, getting flustered by the attention from her two beautiful girlfriends, "You two are so gross."

"Nah, you love it." You say with a grin.

All three of you were practically piled on top of each other now, limbs all tangled and arms wrapped around each other. It was like being crushed but in a good way...? It was comfortable and safe. It felt like you could really just be you and love.

"Fine. Maybe I do. Just a little bit." Red admitted, leaning over and kissing you on the lips.

You didn't hesitate to kiss her back. Red's kisses were always much softer than you'd expect, but they were so sweet like candy.

Red then turned over and kissed Chloe on the lips too, smiling into the kiss.

After all of you were comfortable and quite honestly, about to fall asleep, Chloe suddenly sat up, "I'm hungry. We should make cookies."

Red seemed fond of the idea, but you were so so tired, "Oh my gosh, it is so late. Let's just go to sleep."

But Red and Chloe both give you the look they know you could never resist. So reluctantly, "...Fine..." The two girls cheer and hop out of the bed.

The three of you sneak your way down to the dormitory kitchen and get all the ingredients you need.

You put on your playlist and get to baking. None of you were necessarily the greatest bakers, so it was definitely an interesting experience.

Lots of giggling and throwing ingredients at each other while Girls Just Wanna Have Fun played.

By the end of it you were all covered in flour and ate most of the chocolate chips before when putting them in the dough. But it was still the most fun you'd had in awhile.

Even though the cookies did not turn out super great, being able to be with your two favorite people in the whole world was the only thing you ever needed.

Singing and dancing while making cookies, jumping around, laughing, it was something you wanted to last forever. And you were quite hopeful that it would always be this way. It was the first time you had felt truly content with your life.

[glitterycvm]

✿ SHUT UP BEFORE I KISS YOU ✿

[•~badboy!toge inumaki x goodytwoshoes!reader, fluff~•]₊˚⊹

[•~synopsis: skipping class with your rebellious boyfriend once couldn't hurt?~•]

"toge! wait!" you holler, as the blonde haired boy drags you across the school. toge didn't listen though, as he continued to take you two to the back of the school. "we're gonna get caught!" you whine. you couldn't afford to have a single offense on your record. you were working so hard to get into the top college, and couldn't risk loosing it all just because of your boyfriend, toge.

toge didn't have the best reputation at the school. he was on the quieter side, but don't let that fool you. he was always known to stir up trouble left and right. always getting into petty little fights, or smoking blunts with his other jerk friends. most students at the highschool often feared him, not wanting to get into drama with him. because it was a known fact that if you had an issue with toge inumaki, you were not getting out of it in one piece.

what surprised all of jujutsu high was when the two of you officially became a couple. for starters you were the usual goody two shoes. always following the rules to a T, always studying and preparing, and you would never dare get involved with anything remotely bad. you were what most kids aspired to be. you had the perfect academic life ahead of you. but what is someone so kind and smart doing with a guy so careless, and risky?

so here you two were, toge was walking you to class, or that's what he had told you. but you noticed that he walked right past the hallway of your class. and then the bell rung, making the two of you tardy. it was the first tardy you've gotten the whole year too. so as you frantically whined to toge, babbling about "my record will be ruined!!, toge please let's just go to class!!" he continued to lead you across the whole school. he found your complaints cute rather than annoying.

"cmon just skip w me this one period" he cooes, his hand giving yours a little squeeze of reassurance. you shake your head frantically "w-what if we get caught??" you panic, thinking about the mass amounts of trouble you would get into. toge chuckles "relax baby, I got you..." he affirms, "plus the administration sucks anyways, they won't be able to catch us." he adds on, leading you to a random empty hallway

it was a no brainer that toge was a pro at skipping class. he knew all the hiding spots, the best hallways and lies if you two did get caught. knowing this you felt a little better about the situation, but you still were hella anxious. toge smirks as he notices you were still very scared.

"you know I wouldn't let anything happen to you right?" he hums, arms around your waist as he looks into your eyes. "right now I need you to trust me Y/N" he affirms, a hand tucking some hair behind your ear. you nod slowly "you promise no one's gonna get us? you know if we do get caught, I'll get in so much trouble" you ask "and I don't want you to get in trouble either, toge" you respond, arms around his neck. the innocence in your eyes evident as you looked right back at him. oh the way you were so responsible and smart. the way you were so innocence just made toge wanna corrupt you even more

toge smiles "promise..." but just as toge finished his sentence, the sound of heels clicking on the cold tile floors echos nearby, the keys jingling along. your heart dropped at the sound and you frantically look at toge, awaiting for his decision. toge quickly grabs your hand, leading you two to the nearest janitors closet. the moment was going by so quickly you couldn't even process what was going on.

the doors of the closet open wide quickly as toge slams them open, hastily shoving you and himself inside. he shuts the doors close swiftly, before looking back at you. the closet was narrow and slim, not giving the two of you much room to move around in. so you two were pushed up against each other. so close toge could feel your frantic breaths on his neck.

"so much for not getting caught?!" you scoff, crossing your arms. and you continued to ramble on about how this was all a bad idea. and how you two were screwed. toge rolls his eyes at your panicked state. you notice he wasn't listening and huff loudly. the footsteps get louder and louder. the drop in your stomach intensifying, your heartbeat was racing and your breaths were rapid. toge on the other hand was calm. he knew the admin would simply walk by. but with the sounds you were making it may cause them to get suspicious.

toge leans in, his breath leaving cool sensations on your neck as he whispers cautiously in your ear. "y/n, I need you to be quiet right now." he commands, the footsteps still echoing in the hallway. you were appalled by his command. how could he expect you to stay so calm while your whole future could be at risk right now?

"calm?! you want me to be calm?! I'm sorry but-" and then boom. toges lips crashed onto yours, cutting you off. you close your eyes and feed into his kiss. the sensation of his soft lips interlocking with yours. you were now focusing on him and him only. toge's hand raced to your waist, the other caressing your face. you let toge push you up against the closet. what started as a soft simple kiss was soon escalating into a heated makeout session. and as your arms wraps around his neck, the sound of the footsteps fade away.

you pull back from the kiss, a string of saliva connects your lips. you whisper softly in his ear, "I think we can go back out now..." you say. toge looks back at you, eyes half open as he reawakens himself from the tranquility that kiss brought him. toge sighs and brings you closer to him, your body now directly next to his, as he whispers hoarsely, "nah we can stay in here..."

[bluesidez]

OKAY I HAD TO HIT YOU W THIS BC I NEED THIS TO COME TRUE 🗣🗣‼️‼️

AcademicRival!Miguel x AcademicRival!reader

where they will do quite literally ANYTHING (legally) POSSIBLE to one up each other.

whether their petty rivalry began in high school or first year of uni/college, IDC- but they absolutely despise each other.

and!!! at some point down the track, they forgot why they were beefing in the first place, only for it to start stemming from a place of 'jealousy' (yk how sometimes jealousy is actually feelings of romantic interest in disguise,, yeah, that) and it gets to the point where they are quite literally making it all their friends' problem bc of it.

like i can imagine reader drinking something that Miguel sees and Miguel going 'i need to have this all the time and sell it out so reader can never have any' and Peter is like '???', or reader finding out Miguel got a certain mark and goes 'nobody speak to me for a month i have to understand everything about quantum physics before that smug asshole opens his mouth' and Jess is like '??? just kiss, fym??'

and then they finally have a moment where they have no choice but to rely on each other- whether Miguel's car breaks down on the side of the road reader happens to drive by and she takes him to his, or if reader desperately needs help in a situation and immediately calls him bc she knows he'll pick up bc she needs scary dog privileges and thats HIM so then they end up having a moment of reflection together with either super fluffy smut or absolute debauchery and fluffy aftercare i totally dont mind either way.

IDK do you know what i mean??? 🫣🫢🤭

anyway LY BLUE-BLUE, thank yew for letting me ramble on 🤍🩵

Are you asking me to write this? 🧐 (I shall add it to the pending ideas list just for you 🐰🩵)

I wrote that as a reply as soon as you sent it, but now I have more ideas that I wanna yap about to go along with this.

SO!! You already have a rivals, enemies to lovers trope going on. What better way to make it even more fun than to add the stoic x chatty dynamic???

Like I’m imagining the reader and Miguel first meeting in middle or high school. He’s a transfer student that’s immediately making the top grades and people are like where tf did he come from?? Reader doesn’t really think anything of it, she just carries on with her school life, chatting away (and getting in on the gossip about Miguel).

It’s not until he ends up in the same class with reader one semester (probably in high school) that reader is finally able to be in close contact with him. He’s so quiet and a little boring, but there’s always random girls coming in and out of the classroom to attempt to chat to him.

They’re always bringing snacks or sweets for him. He always turns them down with a “No thank you. I don’t like chocolate.” type of response. (What he thinks to be polite and cordial)

The guys in the class think he’s a huge jerk. The girls in the class still fond over him. You think he’s an oddball, a weirdo. But you really have no solid information to justify it.

It’s not until one day that the teacher asks this obscure question that he pisses you off. (I havent thought of a weird question yet tho). Everyone else has given crude or stupid answers, riling each other up and joking. You raise your head to give the most out-of-the-box, yet plausible answer that leaves the teacher impressed and the class laughing in shock. Miguel scoffs and debunks it so fast, that you start to feel like one of his rejected groupies. If you thought the laughter for your answer was loud, the laughter for his sounds like the crowd in a football stadium.

You’re embarrassed but you don’t really show it. You just brush it off and joke with everyone else like usual.

Then, one of the class’s first huge tests come. You’re gunning for the number 1 spot although you figure it won’t be too hard with half of the room being class clowns and the other half not giving af. You read over the material once and already have a good grasp on it, so you joke around with everyone else. There’s rap battles and TT routines. You guys even manage to get the teacher in on some of them. From the front of the room, you can see Miguel glancing back at you with such a sour look on his face. Wtf was his deal??

Test day finally comes. You’re the first to turn yours in with a smug smile on your face. You even take a nap until the next bell.

You’re on cloud nine for about a good week. Although, every time you open your mouth in class, Miguel looks like he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

Then, the time came for the teacher to hand out the papers. He was pretty theatrical and loved to announce who got the highest score.

You were gearing up for him to say your name. And you don’t know of you’re crazy, but you’re certain your mom didn’t put “Miguel O’Hara” on your school registration form.

You frown as you come back to reality, watching as teacher handed him is paper. From your seat, you can see the bright red 100 in the corner, a smiley face to adorn it.

Then the teacher hands you your paper. A 99.5. Just 0.5 points from a perfect score. And what you got points taken off for is something so ridiculous that you could scream.

You can see him in your peripheral as you chat with the other students about the answers. Just as you discuss your silly mistake you take a small look at him. He has a faint smirk on his face, as if to laugh at your downfall.

From then on, you decide that it’s a war.

[and obviously, the story would travel with them as they grow. Once they’re adults, I can imagine Miguel to still be this same stoic, yet more approachable person who has had a ROSTER of hookups and a reader who’s still so flirty and chatty, yet can’t find a good partner to save their life. The dynamic of him knowing exactly how to make reader feel good verses reader being overwhelmed for once would be sooooo good]

What do you think Lexie-bun?? 🥸

[neiptune]

does he take care of you or could I easily fill his shoes?

c/w: explicit sexual content, degradation if you squint, best friend's girlfriend trope, not sure what the hell possessed me, reo isn't really great at handling the relationship between you and nagi :)

Truth is, Reo has never taken any special interest in you. Or so he thought, anyway.

You’ve always been a good friend, one of the old ones from middle school first and high school later, your family nothing more than acquaintances for his parents. But he genuinely liked spending time with you, always so wild and fun and certainly shameless enough to make him pay for your tickets or gas every time you decided to go on random roadtrips and general weekend getaways. It was like you were his better half in a way, the one person he could truly be himself with just because you were so similar to each other. The only exception to his otherwise dull friendships.

He’s the only one you’d wake up in the middle of the night to not so timidly ask if he could pick you up to go for a ride, you’re the only one he’d actually get out of bed for and drive all the way to Roppongi, the choice of either staying in his black Bugatti to share burger and fries in an empty parking lot or wandering around the lively neighborhood until dawn always belonging to you.

That is, until he met Nagi and his entire being started gravitating towards a whole new world, one that didn’t have much space left for you to squeeze in. Or so you thought. Because despite his new dream, exclusive friendship, a whole elite training program that had eventually opened the doors of a successful career as a pro player, Reo has never really allowed you to recede to the back of his mind. His calls grew more sporadic and he often left you on read but you still kept in touch and he never failed to let you know when he was in town. Sometimes he’d even go as far as texting you out of the absolute blue, something dry as well as demanding like playing on national tv tonight, make sure you watch.

The particular balance of your friendship further shifted when you met Seishiro, an unexpected additional presence in what was meant to be a chill afternoon at your favorite cafe to catch up and spend some time together. Reo was happy to finally be able to introduce you guys to each other, he truly was. Until you hit it off so quickly it only took him ten minutes to scoff at how you were looking at his best friend.

There was that glint in your eyes, the one you got whenever you liked something enough to sit cross legged and smile that pretty smile of yours until your eyes crinkled. Just as Reo absentmindedly took note of how good that sundress looked on you, just as he wondered if he could find an excuse to give you another hug to breathe in more of the tropical body mist you must’ve sprayed on before leaving the house, right as he suddenly ached to ask if you had watched their latest game, his winning goal, Seishiro decided that your smile was distracting enough to put his phone down, forget about the game he was playing and actually engage in conversation.

Reo didn’t see it coming at all. All of a sudden, you were always around once again but for the wrong reasons. Of course you’d won Nagi over, it was naive of him to expect his friend to resist your charm. And so leave it to him to make all the efforts Reo had been too blind to make throughout the years: he’d buy you expensive dinners, take you out even when he was too worn out from training, he’d insist on taking you with them whenever they had to travel overseas for a game and holy shit, didn’t you always comply? You were mockingly happy, sitting on his lap in front of the whole team, all affectionate smiles and gentle fingers carding through milk white hair. Nagi’s hands were always on you somehow, nose grazing your neck, breathing you in as he pressed his lips right along the line of your jaw again and again, persistent enough for Reo’s train of thought to pathetically derail at your giggles.

He hates when you travel with them. The nights and early mornings are the worst: his room would always be right next to Nagi’s, walls thin enough for him to hear each and every sound you draw from each other. His best friend’s barely suffocated groans and panting, your honeyed whimpers inevitably turning into lewd moans as he picks up his pace, if the headboard slamming against his wall is an indicator. Fuck, he hates it. Even as he gives himself lazy, languid strokes, he hates it. Don't you remember how good he had kissed you all those years before? Drunk and happy and together, your hands in his hair tugging at the strands so wonderfully he didn’t even care if your jeans were probably scratching the hood of his car. He wanted to devour you right then and there. He probably would’ve had and you certainly would’ve let him if his stupid phone hadn’t interrupted your ministrations. If Reo closes his eyes, he can still see your fingers ghosting over his hips, eager to undo his pants. He doesn’t think he’ll ever forgive you for forgetting.

And what to say about Seishiro? How can he succumb so easily to a distraction so huge? They still have plans. They’re supposed to become the best players in the goddamn world, does he believe he’ll be able to achieve something as important by burying his dick in you every single night? What a fool. What an idiot. He’s never even had a girl before, does he even actually know how to pleasure you?

Fuck.

Reo hisses at your muffled cries, they have him desperate enough for his cock to painfully throb in his hand. He knows he'd have you creaming on his fingers without even putting in the real effort. Hell, he’d press his lips to the shell of your ear right as he rubbed you back and forth, refusing to stop as you dripped and dripped and the obscene sound of his fingers persistently stretching you open would be the only thing your fucked out mind would be able to focus on. He’d stroke your hair and whisper gentle words in contrast with his unforgiving pace: you could so easily be his good girl, his princess, his perfect little slut.

Ah, man. You need him, you both need him. He’s enough to take that stupid relationship of yours to the next step, he’s the missing fucking piece. He knows Nagi, he’s sure he’d be into it as long as he wouldn’t have to do more than he needs to and Reo certainly is good enough of a friend to efficiently take care of both of you. Isn’t he?

[wannaeatramyeon]

Pls more jake x fem reader w tension 😏

Thanks for the ask! I attempted to write something twice before actually realising you're not asking for angst lol. Have some sorta tension 😁

Jake Kim x Reader: Cuddling... to a bit more hc

Nothing Jake likes more after a long day than being held in your arms

It's during these moments that he is ever quiet. He's always commanding the crew, or just chatting shit that even he enjoys the peace

You lie next to each other in bed, your bodies are completely intertwined. It's his safe space. His head is tucked into your neck, eyes are closed, and he completely relaxes just breathing in the scent of you

When he finally unwinds, becoming just 'Jake Kim' instead of 'Jake Kim: Big Deal Boss', he looks at you and gives you his trademark grin and wink

You're a sucker for him, the cheesiness never fails to make you melt

(Being this close, your eyes are always drawn to his scars. Even though you don't love the way he got them, you do love how they make him look sexier and dangerous. You know Jake, and his reputation, but he's so soft for you that you can only see him as a sweetheart)

He then gives you the softest, most tender kiss. It's a sign that most of the tension from the day has lifted, or at least he's ready to focus the rest of the day on you and him

Neither of you can leave it just there though. Your lips part, and his tongue chases yours

The kiss evolves into a make out session, and you always draw the hottest sighs from this man. He purrs like a kitten

His hands start to wander. You can feel every hard-earned callous and it only endears him more to you

Jake knows your body better than you do. He finds exactly the right spots to stroke and palm and run his fingers along that changes the mood of your session from loving and comforting to needy and wanting

Not one to unnecessarily rush, he returns to nuzzle your neck, now finding the sensitive spot beneath your ear and kisses and suckles

Murmurs sweet nothings and praise. You can never tire of him telling you how beautiful you are, how perfect for him, how thankful he is for you, how much you turn him on

(From your first time together you know this man can do no wrong in bed. Even with cuddling and kissing, he is unbelievably attentive to you and your reactions)

The mood turns more sexual as he rolls you on top of him

He trusts you explicitly and happily relinquishes control. Besides, it's nice to have someone else take the lead for once

More than that though, he loves the view - seeing the way your face glows, how the light frames you and makes you look like an angel

Jake adores the intimacy and intensity of eye contact. In this position, there's nowhere else to look but at each other. It feels like he can see into your soul and you into his

Feeling the weight and heat of you as you straddle him is a massive turn on too

The movement and rhythm of his hips drive you both crazy. His growing excitement is easy to tell. He can't hold back the groans and grunts as you grind against him

When it all gets too much, he sits up and begins undressing you, kissing each new part of you he unveils

Here, when you are both bare, he always takes a moment to slow down and hold you against him, chest to chest. It feels like your hearts are beating as one

Where the rest of the night takes you depends on both your moods:

Jake can be unbelievably loving and gentle as he slowly takes you apart

Or you can continue to take control, if you want

Or his rough and dominant side comes out. He's more heavy handed but it's still Jake. He takes care of you and your pleasure comes first

Either way, he plans to spend all his nights with you and wants to explore it all with you too

[luffyvace]

HIIII AGAHOASNWGWK IM SO GLAD UR STILL WRITING TDLOSK GSGSNS (I have two requests in my mind so I hope you don't mind a same anon request at the same time:'))

may I request saiki w younger sister ?

OFCCC I STILL DO I LOVE SAIKI K‼️you can request any anime at any time even if I haven’t wrote for it in a while!! <33

I don’t mind at all! As long as they’re open request away!! :3

yesss you may!

As long as your nothing like Kuusuke- Saiki would be the best big brother! 💗💗

💝

Uhh just to clear things up I’m gonna write this for reader who has and doesn’t have powers so these’ll be spilt in two! Just because you didn’t specify on this 😅

edit: a continuation!! Saiki gf and sister meet!!

Sis with no powers !!

Kusuo would first of all worry about you a lot more if you don’t have powers because you can’t defend yourself, really

plus everyone without powers seems to be somewhat oblivious in this show 😭😭😭

He tries not to come off as an overprotective brother 😔

(Even though he is 😭💗)

he definitely uses his powers to protect you, he’s gotta admit, if there’s anything his powers are good for, at least he can make sure you don’t get hurt

especially since he seems to be some sort of chaos attractor or something

As my little ‘before hand’ note says, as long as your nothing like your eldest brother, Kuusuke, you and Kusuo will get along just fine!!

it’s unlikely he finds you annoying unless your personality is like your mom, your dad or Kuusuke. Orrrr unless you try to annoy him on purpose….then his mom is always scolding him saying he should protect his little sister! Not scare the crap out of her with giant spiders from Australia!! 🤦‍♀️😒

if you get along with Kuusuke he won’t mind but the two of them might argue over it. It’s usually competition over who’s the better brother. Kusuo doesn’t normally care for such petty things, but he just wants to win because if Kuusuke wins he’ll never let him live it down 🙄

you can call him Kuu-nii San if you want (that felt so weird to type but I don’t know how else to put it- bear with me, I mean in the same way his mom calls him Kuu-chan, okay? Not in a cringe way- 😭) but he doesn’t really like much affection. Your mom usually tries to force you two to go out and spend time together since your her last two babies in the house and one day it’ll be just you 🤧

btw!! it was never specified in the request how old sis reader is, but I think I’m doing a okay job at making it…age neutral..? 😭 you get my point…..

if your sad he’ll probably leave it to one of your friends and mom/dad to cheer you up, but he’s not heartless ofc! if you come to him for comfort he probably won’t know what to say or do. At this time he begrudgingly goes with any affection like you hugging him because he’s not gonna hug you back- but he doesn’t stop you to show he’s there for you.

he might use apport (swapping objects of equal value) to buy you something you like/have wanted for a while, to try and cheer you up 💞

otherwise, he’s there for you physically more than anything.

He lets you rant too, and he’s a good listener (I mean he doesn’t talk much-).

Trust me, anyone who made you feel this way will be dealt with. Even though you know about his powers, he’s not gonna tell you he handled the situation. But you know him well enough to know when whoever was messing with you got you your favorite kind of (fav snack), it was your brother <3

With no powers Kuusuke will either like you a lot less than Kusuo (😃) or a lot more! But it depends. If you’re really intelligent like your eldest brother, he’ll probably like you and will want to compete against you- like him and Kusuo (he still wants you to win, like Kusuo too-). If your not so intelligent he will either make you is mad scientist apprentice or won’t be as interested as you as he is in Kusuo..😭 though I think he’d take you under his wing because your related. it’s not like you don’t know each other! Plus, Kuusuke has a good relationship with his parents in the show, so why wouldn’t he with you?

Back to Kusuo! He will likely 100% want to keep you away from his friends. Not cuz he doesn’t wanna share or smth but because HE doesn’t even wanna be near them most the time…he doesn’t want them to go bombarding you! More importantly! If YOU like them then your mom will for SURE force him to let them in more often!! (Perks for you for being mamma’s only girl 😚)

much to his inconvenience, you probably meet them anyway. That’s just how his life is 🤷‍♀️

you can introduce HIM to YOUR friends if you wanna but he might not be much more interested in them than he is in his own 😄

unless they’re normal like Satou!! Then he’d wanna make you and YOUR friend group HIS new friend group!!

orrrr stalk you and your group as he’s too nervous to come up and talk to such normal people…..(I mean that’s what he did with Satou, why would that change 🤓🗿)

another topic!! If you ask to spend time with your brother he won’t deny as long as he’s not too busy/doesn’t mind not being alone and there isn’t a risk of running into his friends wherever you’re going 😅

Your bond will be 2x stronger if you both like coffee jelly, just saying 👌

he’d be down to go pretty much anywhere, not too many people, preferably. Shopping, small cafes and occasionally some activities/festivities are decent‼️

he enjoys spending time with you more than you know and you’ve gotta be one of the least annoying people he knows! 💗

Sister with powers !!

Now this is probably gonna be a lot more chaotic and stressful OR peaceful. Depends on your take of it.

If you’re chaotic with your powers your sibling rivalry will be to the max. Maybe worse than Kuusuke!—Since you live in the same house and all. It’ll be constant revenge wars, using your abilities to get back at the other. If you take this route you will know no peace so I hope you chose this on purpose 😭😭

your mom is always scolding both of you. But as soon as she leaves……..your hair is now red and you’ve turned his clothes into clown clothes. You ripped up the homework he was doing on the couch and he trashed all your favorite snacks- oh hey mom……and now she’s gone again and to get revenge you’ve made a patch of Kusuo’s hair fall out 😼

He won’t really like you showing off your powers but he also kinda does. He doesn’t like it because then people might suspect him of having powers too! It also might draw a lot of attention and if you take that attention back to your house….or if you go to the same school as him! Either way, it’ll be a burden on him.

Buuut he also kinda likes it cuz then the attention’s not necessarily on him! :)

I will say tho- attempting to expose his powers is a dangerous game..…⚠️ (LOL)

you know how much he wants to keep it under wraps so if you encourage him to reveal it he’s only gonna get annoyed

like I said trying to do the job yourself is even worse! He’ll make sure to ruin all of your plains ofc! Then he’ll get a little taste of revenge 😈

If you blackmail him with his powers—for example: he’s threatening to tell your mom you snuck out but you say you’re gonna rat out his powers to his friends, it’ll work!……for now.

and those are some reaaaaal key words right there.

He has plenty of dirt on you (and vice versa) so he goes off and starts a war by spilling some secrets of yours. You can try and tell his friends about his powers if you want but it won’t be easy when he gets in the way, already having a plan and all. I mean, he is the older brother, and the older sibling is always smarter…..(unless your like Kusuo and Kuusuke..😆)

anywho, you won’t be able to use his powers against him for long since, eventually he’ll have the upper hand and will make you serve him (out of your moms view 😂) for a week

Overall if your chaotic with your powers he really just finds you annoying (your the original nuisance number 1) and you’ll always be arguing

Now for!!!…..Super awesome little sister who peacefully helps him avoid trouble!! <33

++respect

you often distract/redirect his friends always from him/a location he’s trying to go to, to help him

and he pays you kindly (with any favor, for the record)

finds you way less annoying for one, obviously, and mama Saiki is so happy 🤗💗

You two definitely spends more time together (well actually, if your chaotic it’s probably an equal amount of time, but with peaceful sister it’s actually enjoying the time spent instead of trying to ruin each other’s lives 😊💗)

Say your powers aren’t as much as his/you only have one (probably harmless) power. He’d definitely help you with his powers whenever he can and honestly if he could—he would give them to you! Only if you don’t think they’re just as much as an inconvenience as he does, of course.

he would be grateful for any favor you could do with your power and, once again, return the favor in kind. He’d randomly gift you stuff you like (fav movie tickets, money for shopping, hobby supplies, games you’ve always wanted, etc!)

ofc you don’t have to read these hcs as only having one harmless power, it still applies really! Just giving some ideas to those who can’t think of anything <3 😅

if you side with Kuusuke using your powers, your likeability in his meter will go down 😂

fr tho siding with Kuusuke would be a major mistake if your trying to get close to Kusuo, for anyone! 😀 Because as I said, your mom pampers you quite a bit since your her only daughter AND the youngest! So if you say you wanna see Kuusuke more often it’s gonna happen! Much to his demise…..

Using your powers to make Kusuo loose to Kuusuke in competition would only make matters worse. And in this case, your either switching sides and becoming chaotic or always were 😂😂🤗

You and Kuusuke’s bond would be closer though! He would once again, as previously stated, make you his little apprentice. Especially if you’re highly intelligent like him! Your bond would be really cute!……To anyone except Kusuo..🙂

It truly depends, fully on you, if your gonna make your older brother your best friend or your

mortal enemy 😊

Byeee! 🤪

—Brook!

[ratective]

could you tell me more abt ur sardonyx oc! How does she happen is she born w Steven or is it before Steven? Is it an au?

there’s so many possibilities depending on when she’s born that each would create a different au 😭 so i’ll say for this one she’s born before steven but much younger than amethyst

she’s born somewhere in the 1860s so in reality she’s older than 17 but just like the gems act and present a certain age despite being thousand years old, she’s like a 17 year old in a 200 year old’s body 🫶

sardonyx is pearl and garnets kid. her name is sort of coincidental to the fusion but it’s highly likely that a gem baby shares the parents fusion’s gem type. she’s a completely different being though, and while she and fusion sardonyx share a couple of features (like the tooth gap or hair color or being mean theatre loving nerds) she’s different personality wise. sardonyx and amethyst are similar in many ways, they both experience growing up with the crystal gems and their parenting abilities, but while sardonyx feels (and is) more as pearl and garnets kid amethyst sees rose as her primary mother figure so roses death hits her a lot harder

i like to think that despite their age difference they get on really well like sisters, especially considering their cynical and malicious sense of humor and shared parental figures they get to hate on lol

that surely made it harder for steven to bond with either of them at first, considering they already had each other; but steven and amethyst quickly found each others back with their weird mommy-issues-caused-self-worth-issues and sardonyx related to steven more with being the youngest crystal gem that’s always left behind and babied

although i think the gems would have a different approach since having sardonyx; they didn’t have anyone to just leave a helpless baby with while going on missions so they had to bring her anyway (maybe they had a makeshift baby carrier lol) that’s why she got to experience dangerous situations a lot earlier than steven did and that messed her up on her own accord. pearl and garnets reluctance to bring steven along was probably the result of many mishaps and close calls happening to their baby during missions; they didn’t want to put steven in danger to avoid some accidents in the past

the sardonyx arc definitely messed sards up. sure, pearl and garnet disagreed before but after rose she’s seen pearl spiral like never before and it scared her. garnet was still putting on a smile for her but she could see her struggling to keep everything (and pearl) together, so after things getting slightly better between everyone and then sardonyx arc happened….she definitely got more distant from the fusion sardonyx. she didn’t like what she’d become to pearl, just a way to feel stronger and better about herself. she changed her appearance a little to not look as similar (which wasn’t easy, considering they share sister-like features lol) because she didn’t like what she reminded her of.

sardonyx would def appear a little apathetic and distant to steven at first but the truth is she just got the autism remix from both of her moms LMAO, she’s overwhelmed easily so greg coming into their lives also graced her with the blessing of headphones and she kept wearing them ever since. she’s, for the lack of a better word, neurotic like pearl but has a lot more chill thanks to garnets predominant influence, though if upset she’s a lot quicker to anger than either of them (call that grandma ruby’s influence hahs) what they all three have in common is the lack of ability to read social cues this shit runs in the family alright

she was always pearls little shadow when she was younger and if it so happened that not all of them were needed on a mission garnet would go alone or with rose while pearl stayed and looked after sardonyx so they bonded a lot. when she got older though, she became a little critical of pearl’s approach to many situations (which was amplified by her growing up and gaining the mentally of a teenager) and started to side with garnet a lot more especially when discussing what’s best for steven or herself

anyway this is all just rambling nonsense, this au is all over the place i just love my baby so much even though she looks like a lesbian spongebob 🫶

[coff-in]

thank you so much for doing my request!! if you’re comfy with a pt 2 I’d love to read it!! seeing reader cope with becoming a parent and how reader copes with getting raped by andrew … how the dynamic at home changes, andrew as a daddy and ashley as a aunt!! does andrew force reader to marry him? <3 if ur not comfy w doing it as a req then maybe ramble or do it in any other form like a hc! thank youuu 🥹🤍

notes from coff-in: it's past midnight right now where i am (as it it's closer to 1:00am) but i need to write. this is definitely a ramble but thank you for clarifying that i could do that! writing properly for ficlets and headcanons take a bit out of me but i want go give you guys the best that i got, you know? sorry, sorry... on to your ask!

[fem] reader-insert, [afab] reader-insert(?), NSFW, rape, talks/mentions of pregnancy and abortion, incest in the last bits but it's skippable really

the biggest thing that i wonder about is how [reader] met andrew and ashley. how long have they'd known each other? were they quarantined together (was [reader] quarantined at all)? i think i'll leave it up to the reader's interpretation/imagination but these things feel like they should impact the story, you know? um... [reader] doesn't really take to being a mother too well. she doesn't want to be a mother, so it makes sense. ashley wouldn't let her get rid of the child, either. she doesn't like [reader] all that much but she does try to recognize potential opportunities to keep andrew close in this... situation.

the last thing a parent wants to do is to make their child sad. if ashley could get close enough to andrew's child (she'd love the child ofc, it's an extension of her brother) then she could keep andrew close to her, too. any separation of them would also affect the child and until it's born who knows how that can go. ashley doesn't like [reader] all that much. she could come to like [reader], but when i was writing the original piece i sort of didn't write it with ashely in mind... so any relationship they build would be after the rape event.

andrew. andrew andrew andrew. he... he wants the child. it's possibly a new chance for him to have a new life. not necessarily an ordinary life (years of sexual tension between him and his sister build up somehow to him raping a women they sorta kidnap/escaped with from an apartment after demon summoning, murder, and cannibalism) but it could be considered close enough if you squint and tilt your head. again, when writing the original piece i didn't really write with andrew and [reader]'s deeper relationship in mind, just the surface level stuff

andrew has come to care for [reader] to some extent, and the child makes him try to enforce that bond and relationship. he would reflect on his own parents and their parenting and how he raised ashley when it comes to his baby. trying to figure what to avoid (i think putting in the effort would be way better than what his parents did, though. it's not even a battle). he gets touchy feely with [reader]; sleeping in the same bed, holding their hand or resting it on their hip, brushing her hair, etc etc some of the stiff we've seen with ashley. i think he'd also talk to the baby bump, too.

[reader] isn't expected to kill people anymore or to do excessive physical labor. i don't think she takes part in the cannibalism as much either. i'm kinda leaving her vague because i want you guys to really just imprint on [reader] i guess when it comes to this situation. andrew would be a fairly good dad though. uh... sort of dozed off a bit trying to think about him as a dad. he would be way more attentive that his own parents, that's for sure. he's the voice of reason along with [reader] (ashley is that "cool aunt" that the kid loves), but andrew is also still a bit of a doormat or pushover. he can't stay too mad at this kids.

do i think andrew would force [reader] to marry him? maybe. it would probably be good for taxes and other legal documents but i don't know if he'd put such a high value on marriage. i think he'd like the intertwining aspect of it, the legal binding it brings. i doubt ashely would enjoy this but it's also dependent on your relationship.

mixing this idea with incest ideas because i can't help myself right now, fell free to skip this: andrew and a sibling [reader]. especially a younger one. i don't know but i kind of enjoy the idea of him during quarantine (or right after) just... losing control one night. it's not violent or loud or out of hate; it's quiet and gentle and out of frustration. he takes his younger baby sibling while they're sleeping as a way to just let it all out. the tension and stress and repression of his feelings for them... he just lets them go. ashley's dead asleep and so is [reader], as ling as he's quiet there are no immediate consequences to this action. he raised [reader] since they were a fucking baby and what a wonderful adult they had turned out to be (as wonderful as a graves could be).

aaaaahhh, i'm tired. sorry for the weird sleepy rant response. i feel like i should mention again: i have never been raped nor do i know friends or people personally who have been raped. i haven't really read anything scholarly about it so take all i say with a grain of salt and an open mind. thank you for requesting, 'nonnie. i love it when people ask for expansions or explanations in previous posts (reminds me of devious anon, i miss them)

anyway my eye saight is losing focus so i'll end it here. good day/night/evening whatever you are

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[beneathashadytree]

Hi maya hope your doing well. Im not sure whether or not this follows the request rules so feel free to not write it. But could you do headcanons of the stardust crusaders with a member who comes from Egypt along with Avdol. As an Egyptian I thought this would be a cool idea .

ONE OF US - STARDUST CRUSADERS X READER

Warnings : none I think, the reader’s age changes according to the character, this can be read as platonic or romantic I think, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluff

Word count : 0.9K words

Additional notes : Hi nonnie! It took me so long to get to this because my requests weren’t opened when you sent it in. I’m an Egyptian myself, so this was especially fun to write! Hope you like this 💗

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Now, Jotaro’s pretty much the definition of “Don’t care, didn’t ask”

It’s not that he genuinely doesn’t care out of callousness, but he simply doesn’t feel like it affects him much, nor does it cause any difference in the way he treats them

He does secretly enjoy the fact that they’re closer in age, and so finds it easier to come to them and listen to their tips and tricks for not getting swindled or lost in Cairo

They know the fastest routes to take, the cheapest but best kebda w sogo’ stands, and the most laidback ahwa shops for them to enjoy when they’re resting between stops; something Jotaro greatly appreciates

Stressed as he is, Jotaro can’t deny the fact that he feels his heart twitch in his chest with fondness whenever they share a few drags of shisha at night amidst the bustle of the city

Kakyoin’s usual nonchalance is curbed aside, since his curiosity and inquisitive nature pull him to them

He wants to learn more about their customs and traditions; wants to understand their lifestyle and try his best to fit in—and what better way to do that than to turn to the person who indulges him on his every whim?

Perhaps it’s because Kakyoin happens to be a good listener that they find themself going off on a tangent about how the nightlife comes alive in certain areas for “propriety”, and how revolutionaries wait patiently for their time before the country collapses and carry it on their shoulders, and so much more

When he isn’t keenly absorbing all that information, he’s asking them to teach him how to play tawla, and reveling in the feeling of slowly getting better at the game

He does feel a certain warmth in his face and tummy when he sees the proud smile on their face as they observe him picking up on everything they teach him

Polnareff didn’t care either, but for an entirely different reason: he was set on wooing them eitherways

He’d try to charm them with all the weapons he had in his arsenal, but for an Egyptian who’s so used to it, it’s kind of hard to impress them with flowery words and gestures

What does win them over is his chivalry, which flatters them more than anything; something they intend to repay by taking them to the most affordable but comfortable accommodations they know, which Polnareff is thrilled by

Given his friendship with Avdol, Polnareff definitely goes to them to learn Egyptian cursewords so he can exasperate the man even more (“Erm, pardon, but why does this one refer to someone’s mother’s genitals—“)

Seeing how reliable they are in their current setting definitely endears them even more to him, because it’s well-known that Polnareff finds strength and kindness immensely attractive

Avdol’s pretty much internally weeping with relief at the fact that he’s got another Egyptian with him, given the fact that the others have probably publicly humiliated him on more than one occasion with their lack of awareness

It’s safe to say that there’s a very high possibility that Avdol comes out of this experience with them permanently by his side—and whether as a lifelong friend, or as a permanent partner, it’s entirely up to them

They just get each other; he knows just when they need to take a break from guiding the others and need to unwind with a few cups of shay be laban with him, he knows when they want to cuss out the entire trip in the filthiest choice of words to the one man who can laugh with them, and he knows when they wish to indulge in some termes bel shatta by the Nile Corniche, happily munching and spitting out the shells as they trek closer to the mansion

Avdol’s finely attuned to their wants and needs, and they do the same to him—something that pulls forth all the affections he has burrowed in his chest, and he finds himself enjoying the way they dote on him with twinkling eyes and a knowing smile

The feeling that they’re always sharing an inside joke is what makes Cairo feel more like home than ever, and Avdol doesn’t want to let go of that feeling any time soon

Joseph is… definitely a handful, given that he sometimes unknowingly acts like a typical white old man, whose actions can sometimes come across as tone-deaf or thoughtless

They do know that he doesn’t mean it, though, and that he’s actively trying to unlearn the stereotypes he’s used to, so they take the time to patiently teach him all the right customs and traditions, and correct him on his misconceptions

It’s their kindness that touches him the most; their almost-selflessness shows him just how much they care about him, especially when it’s something as simple as finding him his favorite beer in an obscure Drinkies shop, or replacing his tattered gloves with handmade leather ones from El Wekala

Knowing the city like the back of their hand also increases Joseph’s soft spot for them, seeing as how he tends to get lost among the similar looking streets and hawary, and they always drag him back via the most accessible shortcuts

Joseph smiles wistfully as he sees their youthfulness and the way their presence brightens their dreary group just a little more, and he loses himself in whatever they drag him into, knowing he’d love it anyways

Kebda w sogo’ : liver and sausage

Ahwa : coffee

Shisha : hookah

Tawla : traditional Egyptian board game

Shay be laban : tea with milk

Termes bel shatta : lupin beans with chili

Drinkies : popular alcohol shop

El Wekala : famous place for thrifting clothes and handmade items

Hawary : alleys

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[mwagneto]

sherlock & co. review from an insane person (me) coz this is like. the 25th? sherlock adaptation i've checked out so ofc i have opinions on everything ever. and ik ppl who work on indie podcasts browse tumblr sometimes so just in case you work on this DON'T click keep reading, this post is not for youuu shoo. thanks x

ok so far it's like. fine? which is lowkey sad coz i wish it was smtg i really liked but it hasn't gripped me yet which is a shame but yknow. early days. i'm giving it time since it's only 15 episodes so far

my main issue is like. i really wish it wasn't so obviously influenced by bbc but it just so clearly is which is a shaaame like it's better than bbc in every aspect but yknow. not a high bar to clear. like it kinda feels like they liked a lot of things abt bbc and set out to fix the bad parts (h&w friendship being nonexistent, the mysteries being shit) but just kept the rest? in some places keeping things that were invented by bbc which is. baffling tbh

i'm not really picky when it comes to h&w personalities like i think it's fine to just do whatever you want w them, i think it's really fun when an adaptation gives them different personalities than what you're used to but, and this is where it feels far too bbc-ish for comfort, i just don't like it when sherlock is a cunt for no reason? like. he's not a mean person he's only mean in bbc coz moffat thought house md was cool and ripped it off. can we stop making him mean pleeeease 😭 he's just some guy..................

h&w relationship wise it's like... ok so i tend to go into adaptations with a fully clean slate so like i never let my general attachment to them influence how i view them in specific adaptations, the work itself needs to sell me on both the characters and the relationship and like... here neither of those really happened yet which makes me sad coz i think by now it should've but i'm giving it time. at least they're friends and i like that watson is useful for cases/knows things holmes doesn't sometimes coz thats like. such an essential element to sh stories for me and a loooottt of adaptations tend to just completely forget it so that's a win but idk if anything they're too tame? like i dont expect a romance but they can't just be casual friends they need to be bat shit crazy about each other. to me. but like maybe that'll develop over the rest of the podcast we'll see

kinda related to that point but case-wise i think holmes is a bit too ahead of everyone else sometimes which isn't inherently a problem but it does once again smell of bbc which like. noone should ever emulate moffat writing don't do that 🙏 god bles. but i've been able to solve every case along with/before the mcs which is like. thee point of mystery stories for me so yea i really like the stories themselves so far, especially the way they manage to make them solvable even without visuals or narration. OH and i almost forgot but i rly like the soundtrack, i love it when sh soundtracks have a heavy emphasis on violins coz. yknow

howeverr i am on my hands and knees begging them not to give watson a girlfriend tho like please oh myfffucking god . obvs watsonlock doesn't usually factor into my enjoyment of adaptations given that like. y'know. out of the hundreds out there theres only two where either of them is even gay so it's not something i expect nor require but like. to me it is essential that these two ppl are insane abt each other and don't really have anyone else, definitely noone important. like even the rdj movies got this despite ritchie's obsession w the 2 men 1 woman dynamic so idk why i'm constantly having to wage a war against random unnecessary romances for either watson or, god forbid, holmes. when the only interesting relationship either of these men have is with each other. that one granada holmes quote about them choosing not to include mary coz holmes and watson dont need anyone else etc etc. like i seriously dislike it when they introduce anyone else like cmonnnnnn thog dont care

anyway tldr. i guess if asked to pick a short description i'd say. promising? i hope it's gonna be good in the long run. the way they do mysteries is already something i like so. i hope they keep that up and i hope the h&w relationship evolves into something i enjoy coz so far i'm like. i can see the bones of smtg i'll potentially like but it's not there yet. but also like. this is an indie production i'm listening to for free so ion wanna rip into it these are mainly just what i liked/disliked based on the preferences i developed with this one quick trick (grow up completely insane abt sherlock holmes -> consume every adaptation that you can get your paws on -> no profit)

[br1ghtestlight]

Hi friend :) rewatching Father Of the bob and it made me wonder about the kids' and Big Bob's relationship. Do you got any headcanons and the like about that? (Sorry if you've already talked about it)

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT BIG BOB AND HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH THE KIDS i have peppered them throughout my posts and fanfics but i will expand on them a bit here >:)

i don't think bob ever went fully no contact with big bob but there was definitely a decade or two where they didn't live together and almost Never spoke except for big bob occasionally calling him to say happy birthday or whatever. when tina was born I think bob realized that he did want his dad to be in his kids lives in some way (yes they had linda's parents as their other set of grandparents but even back then i think bob KNEW they were shitty people and would be bad gransparents) he wanted them to have a good grandpa so he kinda introduced him into the kids lives

big bob was definitely nervous about being around these small and easily influenced humans even if he didn't outwardly express that. tina was the sweetest little baby so getting along w/ her was easy but gene and louise were definitely more stressful. and bcuz big bob was still busy with work he barely ever saw them anyway. but he did TRY to be a good grandpa by sending them birthday & christmas presents and giving them money every time they visited. trying to be a grandpa in the only way he knew how :(

could explore in another post how al and gloria are the WORST grandparents and how it's strongly implied that tina gene and louise don't actually like them (if you compare how they interact with linda's parents vs big bob its clear that they are tolerating al and gloria at most while they genuinely look forward to spending time with big bob and WANT to see him. can't even say it's because of bob influencing them to dislike linda's parents bcuz he openly hates his dad too lmao) but in comparison to them big bob really does correct so many of the mistakes he made w/ bob when it comes to his grandkids (to quote alice talking about gertie "she's a better grandmother than a mother you gotta trust me")

he's physically affectionate with them and he spoils them!!! he actually pays attention to their individual interests (watching gene's music performance and looking at louise's display of burobu cards, and seemingly getting her gifts specifically related to her interest in them for her birthday and christmas) and talks to them. compare that with al and gloria who literally got the kids a regifted book about staying active in retirement for christmas one year (with a whole chapter about sex with Actual pictures and examples which is fucked up) they're literally the worst ugh

and big bob's efforts with the kids seem to pay off bcuz they look forward to spending time with him :) they're always excited and I genuinely think it isn't only because he gives them money when they see him. they just like spending time with him!! "He's a good grandpa" and he bakes them cookies and worries about them and their futures <3 THEY'RE THE REASON HE BELIEVES THAT THE WORLD WILL BE OKAY. HE THINKS THEY'LL BE ABLE TO FIX THINGS?????

anyway some specific headcanons about his dynamics with each of the kids:

he definitely gets along the most easily with tina. they're similar people in the way that bob and tina are similar (except that tina is more positive than either of them lol) and they enjoy doing more lowkey activities together compared to louise or gene. they might enjoy baking cookies or doing puzzles together :) definitely a good thing that she was his first grandchild bcuz she was always kind and quiet and easy to get along with and it made him more confident in his abilities. Whenever he sees a horse themed item at a thrift store or whatever he buys it and gives it to tina the next time she visits!! that's how she got quite a few of her porcelain horses when she was younger (even if maybe decorative porcelain horses were not the best idea ever for a seven year old tina took very good care of them u_u gene and louise not so much. rip)

gene is probably the grandchild that he finds it the hardest to relate to just because they're such DIFFERENT people. gene is so effeminate and unashamed of himself and his emotions which is pretty much the opposite of how big bob was taught to be as a kid and how he raised bob. he never had daughters so its easier for him to relate to tina and louise bcuz they're almost like a blank slate?? he sees so much of what he did wrong with parenting bob when it comes to gene :( But they eventually find some common ground with gene's love of music and performing. big bob will tell gene about his favorite songs and records from when he was younger & he'll listen to all of gene's performances when he visits

louise is the most.... complicated for big bob? she reminds him SO MUCH of lily in everything from her personality to her pink hat. it definitely took him a few years to get over that and begin to see louise as her own person and stop projecting that trauma onto her (not intentionally but its just hard when you lose someone and then suddenly they're There again and they're your grandaughter) luckily louise is easy to love and her bold personality makes herself VERY known. he could not ignore her. he loves how spunky she is and how unashamed she is of herself (all his grandkids really) and he definitely thinks she's gonna grow up to do something great in the world. they don't have that much to bond over tbh he just let's louise take the lead and he does whatever she wants him to do. he just likes spending time with his granddaughter <3

definitely think that the kids have started seeing big bob more since his relationship with bob has been repaired a bit so i can imagine that connection will only grow stronger!!!!

[venvellan]

i haven't seen much chatter abt it before, so i genuinely hate and roll my eyes at the painfully optimistic post-trespasser ending scene. the one with everyone looking over the mountainside after the exalted council.

the inquisitor spent All Fucking Day almost dying. the anchor getting progressively worse, being hounded by teagan and that slimy duke prosper's son, having to deal with an imminent qunari plan to conquer the south in the MIDST of two separate nations trying to tear the inquisition apart, and discovering such corruption within the inquisition that solas tells us that opposing spies were literally tripping over each other. in some cases, the inquisitor has to fucking kill the iron bull that day!!, and then keep trudging along while the anchor overloads and explodes every, like, minute? maybe? which absolutely could have been fatal any time it happened. and then, on death's door, suffering constant agony, they stumble through the last eluvian to learn that solas fully intends to destroy the world, and in his last act of kindness, he takes the anchor and saves their life. except now the inquisitor has no way to manipulate the veil like before, none of the power that got them to this position, and solas has the exact thing he needs to destroy the world. oh, and the extraction of the anchor leaves them suddenly disabled. better than every alternative, of course, but definitely not in the inquisitor job description.

by some incredible luck, or by just being unkillable, they get back to the exalted council, having saved all of thedas (again, for fucks sake), and use that to keep the inquisition together, or dramatically and immediately disband, which either leaves them the task of regaining control of a rapidly destabilizing organization, or jobless title-less and powerless, respectively

at this point, the pressing issue in my mind is that solas has revealed his plans to them, taken the very last thing he needed to put those plans into action, and left with "that should give you a few years of relative peace" and "live well, while time remains" as if the real message there isn't "oh yeah i'm def still gonna kill everyone in three-ish years give or take. lol, have fun while you can"

and, of course, how could i forget, sometimes that ancient unbelievably powerful mage that intends to destroy the world and kill everyone is your fucking ex boyfriend

the ending i think would be appropriate is something fearful and anxious. tense uneasiness in the advisors, uncertainty hanging thickly and painfully in the air, followed with a nice pick-me-up scene with their romance, or varric, if none apply (i'm sorry solavellaners, the heartbreak just does not end w yall). there's a chance for some real heart to heart!! give us extra dialogue, the chance to open up and really be vulnerable. THEN you can cut to the scene of the inquisitor and advisors planning where to hunt solas down, sinking the knife into the imperium on the map, fade out, roll credits

but tonal continuity doesn't mean much, i suppose, bc what we GET is the Whole Gang smiling happily into the sunset patting each other on the back for a job well done, when we've just gotten some of the worst news inquisition has EVER delivered to the player

it feels like if after leandra had died, instead of receiving concern and gentle well-wishes, we got a cutscene of hawke and friends playing beer pong and doing the cupid shuffle, with absolutely no down time. mom dead, dance party!!1! i wonder what we could possibly have to be upset about rn

i went on longer than i meant to, but.. seriously i hate that damn cutscene

[clonemedickix]

*It’s taken me forever to get this chapter finished, and I have one to go before I tie in two more that have been sitting, patiently awaiting their turn. Hope you enjoy!*

Rating: E

Word count: 14K

Pairing: OC Captain Primer x OC General Lara Lin x Captain Rex

Warnings: clone SMUT - Under 18 DNI, foreplay and banter, P in V sex, P in A sex, oral sex F receiving, threesome sex,

Excerpt Summary - Primer and Lara solidify their new relationship, Rex accepts the changes by taking it to a whole different level. Lara is discovered by an Inquisitor on Batuu.

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Primed and Ready To Go

It seemed Lara was once again an unstoppable force with her new swords. Rex had eyed them silently when she returned from her walk with Primer, noting she was covered in the scent of Primer’s soap. Internally he sighed, realizing that Lara’s ways would always be something of a mystery to him. He consoled himself with the knowledge that in the end, he would be the only remaining love for her; all others would be long gone by the time they left this life together. It wasn’t a triumphant thought at all; Lara would be forced to make sacrifices along the way that would be devastating for her, and it would be Rex’s job to stand firm as her support, to be her shelter in the storm. He also knew, she would never cease loving him for Primer, and she would never act in such a way as to shame either men. He knew that whatever conspired between Lara and her commander, it would be done privately.

Lara resumed her training with the men, showing renewed gusto. She worked with the swords carefully, mostly on her own; there were no others that could fight with swords as she did, and the closest she could get was Bo sticks with Primer. The two had been at it for days in the training room, working to hone Lara’s skills once again, fine tuning the edge lost in her long period of down time. Primer had insisted on practicing with the Bo sticks until they both agreed she was close to her old prime, then they slowly reintroduced her swords to the sparring session, though she had to rein her strength in significantly to protect Primer from the blades. The day finally came when Lara reached the standard her Dragon Trinity agreed on; Primer, Volte and Boost had set the bar she would have to reach before they’d let her start back on missions. She couldn’t help but feel a little coddled at times, though she knew they did it out of concern for her.

Lara’s sparring match had been beautiful to watch. Most of the colony had gathered to see Lara and Primer fight, knowing she was going to be using her swords once again. The two bowed to each other very respectfully, then took their ready positions. Lara stood with her short sword reversed and angled to the ground, her long sword up and pointed forward over her head, legs braced fore and aft in readiness. Primer had yet to pull his Bo sticks from their double scabbard, instead watching her for a moment, pacing to her right carefully. Rather than following him, Lara watched him with her peripheral vision, listening for his opening move, sensing him with the Force. Primer nearly made a full circuit around her before lunging toward her with his Bo sticks out. Lara turned quickly and blocked him with the long sword, her eyes meeting Primer’s flatly, in the zone for the fight. Primer disengaged to try a different angle, striking back at her from the rear. Lara blocked him with a backwards block of her short sword, then spun away from him to bring her long sword around.

They danced back and forth within the fighting circle, their practiced moves almost like a ballet. There were several moments when it seemed Primer got the better of her, and she had to back out of the attack, spinning or flipping away from him to get some distance. Primer pressed the issue; she needed to be on her best if they were going to send her back into the field; the fact that her best was some version of super Jedi that they would never attain themselves notwithstanding. Eventually Primer lunged for Lara, and she waited half a beat, moved toward him quickly and rolled her body across his back as he tried to swipe at the level of her knees. He wasn’t prepared for her to make such a move in opposition, and when he tried to recover, Lara turned and did a roundhouse kick that connected with the side of his head, knocking him to the ground like a lifeless sack of flour.

Volte quickly ran to Primer’s side to check on him, ruefully grumbling at Lara as he assessed his commander. “You didn’t have to take his head off Lara.”

“I wasn’t trying to, Volte, but he didn’t move fast enough.” She leaned down to check on him herself, taking his chin in her right hand she gently turned his face to make sure he wasn’t cut or too severely bruised. She heard him take a ragged breath and saw his eyes shoot open, as if his brain was still in fight or flight mode. Lara quickly put a reassuring hand on his chest, saying “Easy Primer, easy. Give it a second before you try to get up.”

His eyes darted to hers quickly, and he took a couple of steadying breaths. “I guess this means you beat me,” he said with a rather rueful tone.

Volte chuckled beside him. “Oh, you lost hard. You did say you wanted to make sure she was back to fighting fit; I think she just gave you a resounding answer.” He reached out a hand to help Primer sit up, and placed his other behind his back to assist him if necessary.

Primer groaned a little and reached up to touch his cheek gingerly. “Guess that’s what I get for tugging the nexu’s tail, huh?”

“Sorry, Primer. It was just too juicy an opening not to take it. I’m sure we can figure out some way to make your boo-boo better,” she said with an amused, chiding tone. “Now, quit your whining and find me a mission to go on. I’m ready to get out there and DO something!”

Primer laughed a little and accepted her hand to stand, carefully. “As my General commands.”

His tone was meant to be wry, but it came out more as a resigned purr, and Volte looked at him a little quizzically. He caught a look shared between them that was positively smoldering and internally his mind clicked. Well, that was many years coming, he thought to himself. A small part of him gave a little cheer for his commander, though he said nothing and pretended he’d seen even less.

Primer approached Lara with a mission for the two of them that evening at dinner. They would make a trip to a rather distant couple of systems for both information and some supplies. They’d had a few tips on the locations of some clones, and Primer felt he and Lara could be the forward reconnaissance for any rescue. Once they had better information, they could plan out a true extraction scheme, with a bigger detachment of men.

Rex overheard their conversation and casually inched closer to the back of Lara’s chair, his hand on the top of the wooden back. “Planning your first mission out, finally?,” he asked innocently.

Primer’s eyes shifted off Lara to focus on Rex behind her, a cautious expression in his dark eyes. Lara glanced up, and seeing Rex over her head she stood so she could face him.

“Yes, the triumverate has finally given me their blessing to leave my confinement here. We thought small recon trips would be best, as they’d mostly keep me off the radar and theoretically stir up no curiosity.” She watched Rex’s eyes closely, wondering what was going through his mind. He was no fool, and he knew exactly what would inevitably take place on any trip where Primer and Lara were alone. When he didn’t speak immediately, Lara extended her hand and placed it over his own on the back of the chair. “If you’re okay with it, of course.” She wasn’t trying to hurt Rex in any manner, and she hoped he didn’t feel that way.

Rex’s eyes flickered to hers and he gave her a short, bright smile. “Of course, Lara. We need you back in the field, and it will be good for you to get out, go do something other than train here and follow Danny around like a mother hen.” He reached over and squeezed her arm softly and smiled again. “Go have fun. At least I know you’ll be well looked after.” He nodded to Primer and then turned to speak to Cody, leaving Lara and Primer standing somewhat awkwardly beside each other.

Primer could see Lara’s face was troubled, thinking over Rex’s words and manner of delivery, and he could feel the worry rippling off of her. Lara sighed and quickly mumbled, “I’m gonna go walk a bit.” Turning she practically ran from the hall like she was escaping a pursuing predator.

Primer watched her go silently, then looked over at Rex, feeling his own frustration rise. He was going to have to talk to Rex; they couldn’t have Lara like this between them, each tugging on her to go one way or the other. Primer slid over to Cody and Rex, inserting himself in their conversation for a moment, then made eye contact with Rex. “If you have a minute?,” he said pointedly.

Rex met his eyes a little warily but nodded and followed Primer outside. The two walked along for a while, ending up over at the ship yard where they could have a modicum of privacy and perhaps even an excuse for speaking alone. Rex knew what Primer wanted to discuss, and was mentally bracing himself for this confrontation. He knew he was in the wrong, after what Fives and Echo had both said. But there was a possessive side to him that had developed in the time since Fives’ death that had never been there before, and the man struggled at trying to master it.

When they stopped, Primer turned to Rex quietly and folded his arms across his chest, his face thoughtful for a moment. “Rex we’ve got to come to some understanding here. Otherwise we are just causing her pain.” The Dragon commander stopped and looked away for a moment, his breath misting in the chilly night air. “I’m not trying to take her away from you. That will never be the intention or the result. And even I know this… short interlude… will end sooner than later. I know she’s expecting again, and we would never do anything that would bring shame on you or her. But you and I can’t keep playing tug of war with her.”

Rex’s head had come up sharply when Primer admitted he knew Lara was pregnant again, and a small flare of frustrated anger burned within him for a moment. If he karking knew, then why was he… never mind. As Fives and Echo both had said, she was not human, and sometimes her love and power were just too much to contain in one place. She’d sworn to never bring shame or embarrassment to Rex, and he’d sworn to love her regardless of what might or might not happen with her sworn shields. He’d affirmed that the day he supported Primer in taking that vow and Lara’s blood, and the honorable side of Rex warred with his selfish side, throwing his promises in his face. Rex pursed his lips and also crossed his arms over his chest, taking a step back as if demanding space to think. As thoughts raced through his mind, he shook his head a little, waiting to see which part of his conscience would come out on top.

Primer waited for Rex to reply; he could see the internal struggle taking place before him. A part of him understood; if he’d been lucky enough to be Lara’s destined mate, he’d probably have been jealous of her body as well. Instead, here he was asking the man for patience and even his blessing to become her lover. It was a little crazy if you looked at it objectively, but that aside, it didn’t change the facts of the situation. If Rex truly couldn’t find a way to be at peace with it, Primer and Lara would do their best to refrain. It would be painful, but they’d made it this far; they could manage.

Rex finally sighed and looked at Primer, his face a mix of emotion. “I can’t say I’m not a little conflicted, Primer. We’ve been together nearly five years, with relatively nothing coming between us, except her relationship with Fives. I guess I got used to the idea of being the only one she saw. Plus with Danny, and this new one… it’s … a little difficult. Surely, you see that?” He looked at Primer with pleading eyes, needing to see understanding in those of his rival.

“I understand.” Primer took a deep breath and looked off toward the distant hill where he assumed Lara was sitting, taking in the sounds of the sea and the breeze. “Look, if it’s going to hurt you too much, she would never agree to continuing on. We can just all go back to where we were before, and pretend nothing happened.”

Shaking his head, Rex said softly, “You know she can’t just go back now.” For a moment, he had no clear words to say, though his heart was heavy knowing what needed to come out. “I know she loves you, and has loved you for a long time. And I knew exactly what I was agreeing to when she accepted your vow and gave you hers.” He stopped, pursing his lips again, closing his eyes for a moment. “I’ll figure out how to behave, Primer, and I won’t hurt her with my attitude. Just remember what I told you before you shipped out to Ryloth. That’s what really matters to me.”

Their eyes met, so similar and yet so singular. Primer remembered what Rex had said; he’d pulled Primer aside and told him, “That woman is my life, protect her with yours.” Primer would always keep that directive in mind, a priority in his care of her. “I’ll protect her with my life, Rex. You never have to worry about that. Anything and everything I could do to save her, I would.” He gave Rex the tiniest one-sided smirk and nodded to him, turning to walk back to his hut. He had equipment to gather for his trip.

Rex watched him walk away and then started towards Lara’s hill. He felt he owed her a bit of an apology, something to clear the air. He didn’t get quite that far; Lara appeared from the darkness in front of him and stopped him. At first she didn’t meet his eyes, and she stood in a rather self protective manner, hesitant to speak. But then she raised her gaze to his and sighed softly. “I told you, I’m sorry for what I am, Rex.” Her tone was regretful and slightly bitter, as if in examining her own qualities, she’d found many lacking.

He looked at her a brief moment and then reached out to pull her to him in a tight, loving hug. “Don’t be, Lara.” He rubbed his hand up and down her back, trying to comfort her, hoping it communicated something of his guilt over making her feel this way. “I’m sorry for letting jealousy get the better of me. Fives and Echo both reminded me of my promises to you. Somewhere along the way I guess I just got it in my head that you belonged to me like a possession, rather than being your mate and support, or your partner.” Rex pushed her away gently so he could square up to her and look in her eyes. “I know, that even if you take Primer as your lover, that at the end of the day, at the end of all things, you and I will always be together. I want you to be happy, and fulfilled, and to see you shine like you used to, when you had Echo and Fives as your supports as well as me. So, I trust you Lara. Just, leave some love for me, too, is all I ask.” Rex gave her a little smile and winked at the end, seeing her involuntarily chuff at his words. She rolled her eyes and meant to look away, but Rex reached over and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her thoroughly until she gasped for air. Lara gave him a look that was equal parts exasperated and lustful, and Rex laughed as he took her hand and led her to their hut. Primer might have her to himself on this next mission, but Rex was for damn sure gonna make love to her tonight. Let her leave with her smell and the feel of her body fresh in his mind - that would make it at least more tolerable.

Lara and Primer loaded up and left early the next morning. When she settled in the co-pilot’s seat next to him, Primer glanced over with an arched eyebrow as if to say, “Alright, then?” Lara had nodded with a small smile, focusing back on the task at hand, even as Primer did. She’d seen the grin on his face, happy to have her back on board, happy to be serving alongside her again, but also excited about the possibilities.

They had a long flight ahead of them to get to the distant trading post they were aiming for. A place called Batuu; it was well known to be a shady watering hole for miscellaneous travelers of every background and persuasion. They hoped to get intel on many things, as well as information on any clones in need of help. The ship’s computer was telling them it would take at least 12 hours of hyperspace flight to get there, so they had a lot of downtime in between. The two made small talk for a long time, worked at cleaning their weapons, sharpened Lara’s blades carefully, before finally giving up and staring at each other a little sheepishly. Here they were, two grown kriffing adults, now afraid to address the mudhorn in the room. Lara met Primer’s eyes for a long moment and then grinned, glancing down at the polishing rag and whet stone in her lap, suddenly too embarrassed to keep up the look. She heard Primer shift his weight as he moved to stand, then he reached down and gently took the sword from Lara’s hand and placed it on the floor. Reaching out without looking at her directly, he took her hand and raised her off the decking, pulling her up to him easily.

Primer snugged her to his body and then raised his eyes to look into hers, seeing all of the intensity he remembered of that day in the cave. His need for her was snapping like static electricity, and he could feel it roiling off of her like heat waves as well. Leaning in Primer kissed her lips gently, almost reverently, feeling her press back in response, taking a deep breath as if she’d been holding hers for a long moment before his touch. He felt her lips open beneath his, and slid his tongue to meet hers, his mouth crushing against hers more passionately, feeling her adjust her stance so she could get more traction from the kiss. Primer suddenly reached down and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her back toward the small captain’s quarters on the ship, breaking the kiss only to make sure he wasn’t going to ram into the wall with her. Once he got past the cockpit hallway and to the door of the small cabin, he strode to the small bed and deposited her like a priceless vase on the thin mattress.

The two were in something of a hurry, too excited to take forever to use undressing as foreplay. Clothes started flying as they ripped them off and tossed them on the floor, two sets of boots clonking to the cabin surface emphatically. Lara jumped up to rip the covers down on the little bed and scooted back against the wall to afford Primer room, and he climbed in to snug himself against her tightly. Once there, their kisses became more heated, more desperate as they made out, hands roaming over each other, exploring their bodies.

Primer broke off kissing her mouth to leave a trail of kisses down her neck to her collarbone, then he shifted himself down in the bed to reach her breasts. Cupping one softly in his rough hands, he ran his thumb thoughtfully over the nipple, watching it stiffen and rise. His eyes were dark with desire, but still full of simple fascination at the movement of the bud to his touch. He leaned forward and carefully took it into his mouth, running his tongue over the slightly pebbled surface, then sucking at it gently. His reward was hearing Lara’s soft gasp, feeling her body respond by arching into him, pulling his head towards her in a signal for more. Primer softly caressed and kneaded her flesh, lavishing both soft mounds with attention and love, before raising up on all fours and slowly making his way down her body, kissing her deliciously all the while.

Lara’s shining blue eyes followed his progress over her mostly flat belly. Primer kept his eyes locked on hers as he made his way lower; when he got to the level of her knees, he gently cupped his hand around the back of one and opened her legs for him, staring reverently at the center of her arousal without a word. He leaned forward and kissed her softly, almost teasingly, as he made his way up the inside of her thigh, his breath misting over her heated sex as he took in her scent.

“All those years following you around in the dirt and mud and blood, I never really gave it much thought how beautiful you would look in my bed, open for me like this. You’re so wet for me, you smell so good, and… it’s you, finally you. Not some dream or half imagined fantasy.” Primer looked up at her, his expression a little desperate for some understanding from her, to see she knew what he meant about wanting her. Lara smiled and reached her hand down to him, placing it on the side of his face lightly. Primer closed his eyes at the touch and then dipped his head, reaching out to touch his tongue to her warm, wet center. He heard her moan softly at the feel of him lapping at her folds, at his gentle sucking of her sensitive nub. He buried his face in her gently, fucking her with his tongue, drinking in her taste, his nose pressed to her clit as he worked. Lara sighed and replied to his actions with soft moans, her body responding to him as she pressed herself to him for more pressure, and ran her fingers through his hair. Primer placed his hands under her hips to angle her more upwards, lifting her to his face as he made love to her. He brought one hand around and gently inserted a finger into her, reaching for the spongy node that he knew would bring her to her climax. He slowly added another finger, crooking them inside of her to get just the right contact, as her breathing stuttered with pleasure. “Can you come for me, Lara? Will you come on my fingers, as I kiss you here?”

Lara’s eyes opened like a cat’s, slits of blue shining over her breasts as her chest rose and fell with her increased respiratory rate. She nodded quickly, her voice husky with arousal, “Yes. Make me come, Primer. I want you to feel me.”

Primer bent to his work, rubbing small tight circles around her clit, suckling at it, pulling gently with his mouth and tongue as he pressed at her G spot and thrust his fingers inside of her. In his mind he couldn’t wait to do the same with his cock; he was already dripping with his own arousal and could feel the snug fit of her already. He watched as Lara’s back arched, as she neared her first climax, and he placed one hand over her belly, then slowly glided it over her breasts, squeezing and caressing them. He felt her hand slide over his, and she laced her fingers between his own, gasping softly and then crying out, her orgasm pulsing over his fingers, the contractions of her body palpable and real. Primer buried his face in her, sucking at her center once more as she finished, like a final soft kiss. He removed his fingers from her, his other hand still laced with hers, and he gently, thoughtfully licked her taste from his now somewhat shaky right hand. Mmm, he thought softly. She tasted so good, he didn’t want to forget it.

He quickly wiped his mouth and goatee on his discarded shirt, and moved back up her body to lay next to her, pulling her in close. Lara looked over to him, and he met her gaze with a kiss, their tongues meeting in a passionate dance. She could feel his stiff, thick cock against her thigh, and knew what he wanted; she wanted it as well. She could already feel the sensation of him filling her up with his cock, the delicious stretch and feeling of him within her playing across the memory of her mind. Lara reached over and tugged at him, asking him to mount her silently as they maintained their kiss. Primer moved his weight over her, then let it down carefully, resting between her legs. The tip of his cock brushed against her wet entrance and he sighed softly, anticipating his first thrust. He reached back to guide himself in, and pushed forward gently, seating himself completely within her. He saw her pupils widen with arousal at the feel of him entering her, and he rocked his head back slightly in pleasure at the sensation of her snugly holding him.

Primer reached down and kissed her softly, holding her body to him lovingly. He raised himself up with his hands on either side of her head and made his first thrust, pulling back slowly and then pushing forward strategically, his senses taking in the feel of her tight walls around him as her body moved with his motion. He continued to give her himself slowly, calculatedly, wanting to feel every centimeter of contact, even as he saw her arching beneath him, pressing her body to his. Lara moved her hips to meet Primer’s, guaranteeing just the right amount of contact with his pubic bone to her clit, and he gave her an extra push at the end of each thrust to make sure she felt him.

Lara reached her hands up to either side of his face, then pulled him down for a kiss as he rode her, his speed picking up and the force of his thrusts getting harder. Her hands roamed down his chest to either side of his tight butt and she squeezed both cheeks, pulling his hips to hers, asking for him to fuck her even harder, go as deep as he could. Primer was all too willing. He sped up, arching his back some and changing the angle of his thrusts until he could feel the surge building up within him. “I’m about to come Lara, are you going to come with me?” His voice came out somewhat strangled, more husky than his normal tones. He saw her nod, moving herself against him, working to meld their bodies to each other. Primer pulled her close and kissed her hard, the feeling of his ecstasy suddenly spilling over in a warm jet of hot white ropes within her. He felt her cry out, rather than heard really, as his own cries filled the air, and her body pulsed and squeezed around him with her climax.

He collapsed on her carefully, making sure she could breathe with his weight on her, and rested his head on her chest. He could feel her heart beating beneath his ear, hear the racing pulse within her as she worked to catch her breath. Her arms came around him, holding her to him lovingly, and she started to run one hand through his hair, distantly feeling the aftershocks of their orgasms run through their bodies. He lay there with her, still inside of her until he softened, then he moved to snuggle up to her side against the wall of the cabin, pulling her to him tightly. There was no need to speak. Their lovemaking had said everything they’d neglected to over the years. The two held each other, the only sounds the beat of their hearts as they rested together.

Batuu was an intriguing place. The tight streets and dark alleys teemed with people, most with their faces covered in some kind of hood or hat to hide their features. Over the general murmur of the crowd were the sounds of machinery, the hot furnaces hissing and music pouring from the doorways of some restaurants and shops. People didn’t make eye contact for the most part, heads down and moving from place to place in anonymity. The Empire had only been in power for a short couple of years, but already people were cautious of what they said and to whom- you never knew who was a spy or snitch.

Lara and Primer moved among the crowd smoothly, both working hard to blend in. Neither of them were what you would call bland looking - with Lara’s beauty and extravagant mane of curly hair, and Primer’s dark handsome looks, people would notice them easily. Both wore fairly nondescript outfits - both in dark BDUs with their black combat boots, warm dark colored ponchos over similarly dark long sleeve shirts, their hoods up and pulled well forward to hide their features. It was commonplace now for people to go armed throughout their day to day lives, so both wore drop holsters on their right thighs with DC 17 blasters; the only blade Lara carried was her dagger on her hip, not readily visible under the poncho’s length. She did, however, carry her quarterstaff, which was also something of a common sight among the many peoples before them; they were useful as walking sticks and to keep pick pocketing urchins away.

The two had been on Batuu for three cycles now, and had made some contacts with good intel on the whereabouts of a few escaped clones looking for help. They’d also picked up small tidbits of information about the Empire’s movements here and there, mostly by eavesdropping while leaning on the bar at the local cantinas. More and more clones were disappearing - not being retired, but going missing from the ranks. People were uncertain if they were simply all going AWOL or if there were more sinister forces at work. There was rumor of surviving Jedi being seen here and there in some of the other seedy cities of the galaxy; Lara paid close attention to that. A few also spoke of a new type of Imperial hunter, their sole purpose the pursuit and capture of the remaining Jedi when found. Inquisitors, she heard whispered, as if afraid to say the word aloud. They were said to serve some high placed Sith Lord, the right hand of the Emperor, and they were supposedly able to wield the Force like the Jedi. These Inquisitors carried double bladed lightsabers, always red, the color of hate, and pain, and suffering.

Lara and Primer traded long looks across their table as they listened to the chatter of the bar around them. They finished their drinks and nodded to each other, preparing to leave, when Lara heard a last comment from the person in the booth behind them. The person had turned their head to the side, and spoke in such as way as she was rising, as if to make sure Lara heard their words; they were speaking directly to her. “There’s an Inquisitor here, as a matter of fact. Arrived last night, following the trail of some Jedi. They’ve been sniffing around all the shops and cantinas, asking if anyone has seen a person matching that description.”

His words stopped Lara and she looked back, making eye contact with the stranger. The face was not familiar to her, but she could feel - he was Force sensitive. He spoke to her mind wordlessly, “Watch your back, friend.” Lara nodded to him once, an acknowledgment of his message and warning, then turned to follow Primer out the door.

“What was that about?,” Primer asked her lowly.

“He was warning me. The Inquisitor that landed here last night isn’t out for me, but his presence definitely puts us at risk.”

Primer nodded thoughtfully at Lara’s words, and kept his eyes open for anything obvious. “Well, we have plenty of good information already, we could just head back to Nidhogg now.”

“We have that meeting to make - the guy seemed like he might actually have a location to share on a clone needing extraction. It’s just another hour, then we can leave.” Lara hoped the guy wasn’t full of bantha poodoo; if they were able to get a firm destination out of him, they could send a team to get the clone. One less person in need of rescue.

Primer shot her a dark look but acquiesced. She was right; it was just a little longer. Surely they could keep out of sight that long. He was tense; watching over Lara made him far more paranoid than he used to be. Of course, back then she wasn’t in hiding, and neither was he. Now, his face would be immediately recognized, and while the bulk of the people on Batuu wouldn’t care that he was clone outside of it being an interesting tidbit, there would undoubtedly be someone willing to sell that information to the highest bidder. A sighting of Lara would be tantamount to finding a Jedi in the open with their lightsaber out. When he’d thought about taking her on missions, it had been more of an elementary consideration, but now that he was here with her, he worried for her safety. Unfortunately, his concern was founded in a reality made all too clear.

The two met with their informant, who did indeed give them a location on a fugitive clone. Lara paid the man well - not so well that it would garner attention, but enough so that he might be tempted to fork over more information in the future. She and Primer turned to leave, ready to head to their ship and depart Batuu completely. They didn’t get far down the street before they heard a sinister, electronically modulated voice command them to halt.

Lara looked at Primer with startled blue eyes, then turned to look back at the speaker. The figure before them was dressed in all black, their suit partially armored. They wore a helmet that covered their features, but Lara could sense this person was experienced with using the Force, and that their intention was not one of friendly banter. So this was an Inquisitor, Lara thought to herself dryly. There was no conflict in the person’s soul; they were perfectly happy bringing pain and suffering to anyone that stood in their way. If they found a Jedi and had to fight them, even kill them, so much the better - no need to worry about transporting a prisoner if they died during capture.

The Inquisitor sized up the two hooded people standing before him. He’d been tipped off by a low level informant that this woman might be a Jedi in hiding. There was just something suspicious about her that got everyone’s attention. The Inquisitor hadn’t been sent here for a woman - he’d actually been dispatched to find a male suspected of being Force sensitive, but he would investigate this lead. The woman standing before him was tall for a female, lithe and yet moved with a steady power, an assurance, that only a studied warrior might possess. Her companion was similarly tall and well built, obviously muscled and powerful beneath the bulky clothes he wore to obscure his identity. One of them was actually quite powerful in the Force, the surprising strength of their aura alerting him when they walked into the street. His voice spoke from behind the protective face of his helmet, “Drop your hoods, show me your faces and put your hands up, slowly.”

Lara stared back at the man in black silently, unmoving. She was gripping her staff carefully, already many steps ahead and planning her opening strikes to this fight that she knew was coming. Primer glanced over at her and saw her nod slightly, and he did as ordered, slowly pulling his hood back and bringing his hands up, but not making it above his shoulders; he was waiting for Lara to make her move. A clone. A small murmur went through the crowd at seeing Primer’s face. The Inquisitor repeated his order again, seeing that she hadn’t complied. This time he raised his voice to a loud snarl, and watched with some satisfaction as her left hand moved to pull her hood back. Lara dipped her head a bit as the hood fell back, so that her face wasn’t readily visible at first, then she looked up slowly to face the Inquisitor fully. A loud gasp went through the crowd then - many of them readily recognized her. Lara held her head high, still gripping her staff, as a small breeze lifted a few curls around her face, and she stared the Inquisitor down. He slowly reached back to pull his weapon off a mount on his back, lighting his dual saber in a rather emphatic manner.

The street went silent at that point. Lara waited for the man to make his next move, and when he lunged at her with his saber raised, Primer pulled his blaster and stepped back, to give Lara room. He would watch her back, to make sure no storm troopers showed up as reinforcements. Lara brought up her staff and met the light saber with a ringing clang. The Inquisitor stopped in surprise - the plasma blade of a light saber could cut through anything but beskar. How was this woman blocking him with a simple staff? Lara smiled at him nastily over their locked weapons, and then stepped one foot back, pulled her staff back and whirled, moving under his strike seamlessly. She got two good blows in on the man’s shoulder and back, hearing him grunt in pain and surprise.

Lara circled him like a tigress, her eyes watching him, waiting for an opening. The Inquisitor made his saber spin like a helicopter blade and again lunged for her, seeing her momentary surprise at this new trick. Lara stepped away from him, dancing back and watching the spin rate, calculating when would be the right time to stab the end of her staff into the rotation. She figured it would be like poking a stick in a bike wheel, and this goon wouldn’t be expecting it. The man pursued her, snarling at her to stand and fight, quit running from him, quit acting like a cowardly Jedi. The next time he came after her, Lara spun towards him rather than away and brought the end of her staff in like the strike of a sword, blocking his spinning blades so suddenly it nearly broke the man’s wrists. He cried out and dropped his saber, jumping back and grabbing his right arm, and he missed seeing Lara’s spin kick that brought her boot up to his chest, knocking him back three feet. He weakly tried to defend himself against her as she threw her staff in the air like a baton twirler, their fight becoming a short hand to hand combat until Lara suddenly stopped, stood straight, reached her right hand into the air and caught the staff on its descent, spun at the last and brought the end of the reinforced Vala-forged steel to the side of the Inquisitor’s head. It made a sickening, ringing crack against his helmet, which split over his ear, and the man dropped like a brick to the ground, unconscious.

Lara gave him only the briefest glance before Primer grabbed her hand and shouted “Come on!” The two ran through the crowded streets back to their ship, streaked aboard and got it off the ground in record time. They didn’t relax until they got the ship into hyperspace, knowing they would have to make two or three jumps to cover their tracks thoroughly. Lara also did a methodical, systematic search of the ship to make sure there were no tracking devices aboard. When she came back to the cock pit and sat in her seat, she gave a long, careful sigh and met Primer’s eyes.

“Well, I guess that was a slightly more exciting first trip than you’d planned on,” she said dryly.

“I think you could safely say that, General, yes.” The look he gave her spoke volumes about the inevitable annoyance he would have to fend off from Boost and Volte when they made it back and he told people Lara had not only been outed, but to an Imperial Jedi hunter. Volte, Boost, Rex and Cody were all going to be pissed.

“It’s not your fault, Primer. We hadn’t even heard of those Inquisitors before; it was just bad luck and bad timing. And with any luck that rube won’t even remember anything if I hit him hard enough.” She reached over and put her hand on his knee. “I’m sorry - it was run or fight, and we were going to get pursued if we ran. Better that he was alone and I was able to knock him out. We made a clean escape. And I can’t hide forever, Primer.” She eyed him seriously. “You know that’s not in my nature.”

Primer stared at her mutely and then reached up to rub his eyes with his other hand tiredly, sighing. “I know, General. I guess I was just hoping for better luck.” He stood, stretched and then faced her with a smirk on his face and mischief in his eyes. Crossing his arms over his chest he smiled softly and said, “You know watching you fight like that is a massive turn on? Always has been.”

Lara smiled up at him for a minute, her eyes dancing with mirth. “Has it now?”

He reached down and took her hand, tugging at it to get her to stand. “Always has been. Since the first day we sparred. You have no idea how hard it’s been, having to hide it for so many years.”

“So what you’re sayin is, watching me fight makes things ‘hard’ on you, in more ways than one?” She smiled rather smugly as she stood slowly in front of him.

Primer chuckled softly, pulling her to him, taking her hand and guiding it to the front of his pants. “You tell me, General.” It was his time to grin at her, his eyes sparkling with a naughty gleam.

“Wow,” she said, nodding to herself. “I’ll admit, it must have been difficult, sporting that around under armor during all those battles. However did you walk without looking bowlegged?” He snorted at that point, pulling her in to kiss her mouth softly. But she wasn’t quite done yet; with her mouth pressed to him she suddenly said, “I mean, that must have been like smuggling a foot long burrito in behind that codpiece, and I am just mystified that you were able to walk straight!”

Primer pulled back, unable to keep a straight face any longer, laughing at her as she continued to natter on. “Must have felt like someone stuffed a whole ciabatta loaf in your pants. Like trying to move around with a bacon bazooka between your legs.” Primer rolled his eyes and took a breath, then worked at trying to shut her up with a kiss. Lara pulled away, still trying to get in a good euphemism, her smile and giggling making it difficult to continue. He finally was able to hold her still and get his lips on hers, and felt her laugh once more as he kissed her, hard.

He didn’t pull away for a long time, and when he did, he growled, “Are you finished, or is there more?”

“Oh you know there’s always more…” Lara started with a smirk.

“Well, in that case there’s duct tape,” Primer said with a snort, turning to grab a roll in a handy compartment behind them. Lara laughed outright, grabbing him with both of her hands and pulling herself to him for a real kiss. The two stood, Lara clutching her commander tightly as he kissed her back, still holding onto the roll of gray tape.

When she pulled away from him finally, he carefully put the roll back where it came from, but froze when she said, “You know what they say about duct tape right?”

Primer straightened and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “What do they say?”

“Silence is golden, duct tape is silver, but making your girl scream your name during sex is whatever damn color of the rainbow you’d like it to be.” Lara’s arched brows made her look especially fetching, as Primer studied her with his mouth open, working at an appropriate response.

“Fair enough. Let’s go see how many colors I can squeeze out of you,” he said with a roguish grin. He grabbed her by her shoulders, turned her to face the hallway and playfully frogmarched her to the captain’s quarters, Lara giggling the entire way.

Lara and Primer ended up taking a side trip to Earth, to spend a little time alone and stock up on some supplies. Primer helped with farm chores while Lara taught him how to care for horses, how many systems on her home planet worked like driving vehicles, traffic patterns, the life of a hospital worker, television. He loved their moments of down time, when they would simply snuggle on her cushy couch while watching TV shows or movies.

One day they were working in her barn, picking stalls for manure while the pregnant mares shifted out of their way. Seemingly out of the blue, Lara asked, "Primer, you dated here and there during the war. Why didn't you keep one of those pretty girls as your own? You more or less had the pick of the herd - why did you waste yourself on holding a torch for me?" Lara kept working, sending him only a quick glance, though she saw his head come up in surprise, and Primer stood up, leaning slightly on his manure scoop.

The clone didn't answer for a long time, watching her carefully sifting through the shavings, trying to look bland. Finally he said, "You know what a big problem of yours is, Lara?" He saw her stop and turn to watch him fully. "You spent so much time pushing people away, determined to live your life alone out of some misplaced bitterness and 'honor' for the memory of your daughter, that you no longer feel yourself worthy or deserving of love." He saw her eyes widen and her jaw drop slightly, hearing his psychoanalysis. "You're right - I could have held onto any of those girls I dated. And for a while, I had a thing going with a really pretty, kind Twi'lek." He paused and his gaze sharpened a little, one eyebrow cocking up. "But they all had the same missing element - they weren't you." Primer shook his head a little looking at Lara; he wished she could see the feelings in his heart for her, understand fully what he was saying.

"After following you around for so long, watching you so closely, always having your back, I came to realize that aside from being pretty, you actually CARED. You cared about the people you fought for, fought with. Even though you wouldn't admit it even under torture, you secretly liked Mace Windu and would have fought for him if he needed it." He saw her expression change to one of laughing disbelief, and he laughed softly. "You talk a big game, Lara, but I know, and could see, the real you. Maybe your biggest problem isn't that you feel unworthy. Maybe it's that you care too much, love too hard." Primer stepped into the stall with her, leaning his scoop against the door so his hands were free. He reached out and grasped her arms softly. "I think one of the reasons you pushed people away for so long was really because you were afraid of what you might do if you loved and lost again."

Lara stared into Primer's eyes, unable to form words. "I love you, and I will love you, for the rest of my life, and forever. I CHOSE to love you. When you finally admitted to yourself that you were capable of loving me back physically, it was the happiest day of my life." He shook her the tiniest fraction to emphasize his feelings. "You are completely worthy of that love, both mine and Rex's. ... And Echo." She smirked a little and snickered at his little addition. "You deserve all we have to give you."

"But I can't give you all YOU deserve, Primer. I can't ever give you kids, a legacy. I can't give you singular love." Lara stopped, grasping at speech, even as she saw Primer shaking his head in disagreement.

"Okay for one thing, while kids would have been nice I'll admit, I think we both know that baby you're carrying is as much mine as Rex's." Her jaw shut with a surprised snap. "He'll probably be the spitting image of Rex, but he'll have my personality. And as for the other, it IS singular, Lara. You love me differently than you do Rex, because we aren't the same men. I don't think that was ever a question." Primer leaned down and kissed her, the atmosphere heating up to a simmer, then a smolder. He pulled away after a minute and looked her sharply in the eyes. "So, no more about the women in my past, okay? There is only you for me, and that is MY choice, and my wish." He crooked a finger under her chin to lift her face up slightly so he could focus on her again, then leaned in for more kisses. After a moment, he felt the hard, slim shape of the handle of her scoop pressed into his chest and pulled back, a confused expression on his face.

"Scoop poop first, hot sexy love later," she said with an impish smirk.

"Seriously? I've been professing my love for you and you'd rather scoop horse shit than make love to me?" Primer sounded quite indignant.

"Rutting in pine shavings ain't all you think it is, I promise," she said with a laugh.

"There is a bed upstairs, Lara." Facts stated, he stared back at her, mostly confidant she would agree to his plan.

"I never said barn chores were fun. How about this: finish up here and then I'll race you to the house, and if you win, you can do whatever you want." Her eyes sparkled with mirth and mischief.

Primer was silent for a moment, thinking on her proposition. He quirked one eyebrow up, then grinned at her playfully. "What EVER I want?" She nodded, her smile growing wider. Cocking his head to the side a little and narrowing his eyes as if looking for the hidden agenda, he finally decided she was serious and replied, "I'll take that deal. You better just get prepared mentally, because I'm gonna win." He stuck his hand out to shake on it and said, "Deal?"

Lara took his hand and gave it a firm pump with a laugh. "DEAL."

Danny had quickly become the ruling princess to the people of Nidhogg. She was curious, smart, playful and beautiful, and her big blue eyes endeared her to everyone, even when she was due a little (or a lottle) redirection for whatever naughty thing she got caught doing. Rex did his best to keep up the sense of orderly discipline with her, but frequently couldn't help himself when she gave him a pitiful, contrite look or her bright little smile; it melted his heart into a puddle of useless goo and he ended up laughing and hugging her rather than scolding. The child was destined to be a great warrior, so she tended to hang out with the clones, much to the chagrin of the women of the colony. Suu Lawquane frequently watched the little girl so Lara and Rex could work, and it was always a battle to get her to spend any time with Shaeeah and Jek, rather than Cut in the field. Danny was also to be found in Boost's shadow, following him from task to task, watching his work like a little hawk. While she was a very young girl, she was blessed (or cursed) with advanced aging like the men. Danny was nearly two years old now, putting her more in the range of a preschool child on Earth, precocious and too smart for her own good.

Boost and Volte took the girl under their wing when she appeared in their wake, teaching her small skills here and there, conversing with her in a serious manner as if she were a tiny adult. The child drank up their attention like it was the very breath of life. Danny loved her 'Uncles' as Rex and Lara had taken to calling the clones, though she definitely had her favorites. The sprite of a girl loved Echo and Primer above and beyond any other, because her mother loved them as well, and the two were more likely to pamper the girl than Boost or Volte, who would try to give her small jobs or ask hard questions. She lived a very charmed life on Nidhogg, ruling as a small, far more tyrannical version of Lara.

When Lara and Primer returned from their recon mission trip to Earth for resupply, they were greeted by a small voice over the comm channel. Lara had been resting back in the copilot's seat, singing along to her music while Primer flew the ship, when she heard the little voice of Danny hail them over the radio. The two pilots traded bemused looks, wondering which clone had let her play with the comms. "Nidhogg base to un'dentified ship, say your name... please...now!," they heard, followed by a little giggle and the sound of Boost in the background murmuring further instructions. "Mommy say your ship name!," they heard the second time, attended by more giggles and a tired sigh from her coach in the background. Lara and Primer chuckled, as Lara picked reached over to hit the comm button to respond.

"This is the Dragon Rider and Dragon Prime, returning to Nidhogg base, over. I sure missed you little girl," Lara said with a smile.

"I missed you too, Mommy!," Danny fairly shouted in reply over the comm.

"Give the comm back to Uncle Boost silly girl. I'll be there in about 10 minutes, over." Lara smiled and sat back in her seat, looking over at Primer with a happy grin.

"Okay!," was the happy reply from Nidhogg base.

Primer chuckled softly. “That girl is going to be a handful as she grows. Wonder how she will take to a sibling?”

“Lord knows. One hopes they’ll be best friends, since they’ll have little choice in long term friends,” Lara said, her voice trailing off as she took in the scope of such a statement. Her children would live after her as her replacements, the Guardian of the Balance and Guide of Souls. Lara hoped her next child would be kind, loving and patient; their role in life would be a bittersweet one, having to lead souls to Valinor. Not all wanted to follow, still tied by emotion and love to their former lives. Grace under such circumstances was necessary. She had every faith that Danny would be an excellent Guardian of the Balance, after training and education. She had a loving family and a strong community to grow into.

They landed the small freighter in the ship yard on the outskirts of the town, and Lara eagerly ran through the hold of the ship to the ramp while Primer finished up shutting systems down. As soon as the ramp was down Lara saw Rex standing with a smile, straining to keep a grip on Danny’s little hand as she wiggled and danced, wanting to run to her mother. He let her go one Lara was on firm ground and laughed as he heard Danny’s squeal of “Mommyyyyyyy!” Lara gracefully caught the rambunctious little girl in her arms and hugged her tightly, laughing herself as Danny showered her with kisses and hugs. Primer came down the gang plank of the ship wearing an indulgent smile at the scene before him, then looked to Rex, giving him a nod of hello.

“Mission go okay?,” Rex asked blandly.

“Fairly well. There was one small blip we need to discuss, but other than that we got some good intel and supplies.” Primer grunted a bit, his weight shifting forward as Danny practically tackled his right leg from behind.

“Unca Prima!,” she shouted excitedly, then backed off and reached her hands up in a grabby motion, wanting to be picked up. Primer smiled and leaned down for her, sweeping her up into his arms.

“What can Uncle Primer do for his princess today?,” he asked with a bright grin.

“Piggy back me!,” she demanded. Lara snorted in laughter while Rex watched with an easy smirk on his face.

“Piggy back you? Have you been good enough for a piggy back? Should I ask Uncle Volte and Uncle Boost if you’ve been a good little princess and deserve a piggy back ride?” Her little blonde brows came together in severe frown.

“I’m the pwincess, you have to do what I say!,” she commanded indignantly, her face looking even more thundery when all the adults laughed.

“Hear that Primer- you’re in trouble now!,” Lara said with a giggle.

“I can see that,” he said dryly. “My princess, you’re right, I’m sorry.” Primer shifted Danny around so she could climb onto his back and flashed Rex and Lara a bright, entertained smile as he moved off with the little girl as ordered.

“Hope she doesn’t have to resort to spurs!,” Lara called out with a laugh.

“That’s just her mother!,” he shot back over his shoulder. Lara laughed even louder at that, while Rex smiled a little blandly. She turned to Rex, only the tiniest hint of darkness passing over her face at seeing his rather forced expression.

“So, what happened on the trip? Primer made it sound like there was some trouble,” Rex asked quietly.

“Ran into this new type of Jedi hunter called an ‘Inquisitor’. He wasn’t after me specifically, rather he was after a suspected force sensitive man on Batuu. But he found us regardless. Complications arose, ensued and were overcome, the end.” Lara shrugged as if it was no big deal.

“Were you seen?,” Rex asked, full of concern.

“It was hard to fight without being seen, Rex. Recognized? Probably. And I’m sure they knew Primer was a clone, but probably not which clone.” Lara stopped and squared up to Rex. “Can’t hide forever, you know. It was bound to happen sometime.”

Rex sighed, looking at her with a disappointed, troubled expression. “Yes but it would have been better if you’d stayed hidden a bit longer.” He reached out and pulled her body to his, gliding one hand over her thick mane of curls as he rested his forehead against hers. “You were safe so long as they thought you were dead. Now they’re going to be hunting for you again, and with you pregnant… it’s not information that makes me very happy,” he murmured softly.

Lara sighed, leaning into the comfort of his arms. “I know, my love. It would have been better. But I’m not a queen bee that just sits around and has her minions do for her.” Lara smiled and leaned back slightly. “Besides if all I did was sit on my butt while y’all did all the work, my ass would be so wide you wouldn’t like me anymore.”

“That’s bantha shit, Lara. I’ll never not want you, regardless of how wide it gets.” He gave her his famous little one sided smirk and his eyes sparkled as he said “Besides, it gives me more to hold onto…” He winked at her as she rolled her eyes and pushed him playfully. Rex wasn’t done teasing though, and he pulled her back to him laughing as he said, “That juicy baby booty sure is sexy!” Lara scoffed at him and jerked her hands away, shooting him a dirty, albeit playful, look.

“You are not helping your case, Captain,” she said with a falsely stern voice.

“Oh, you still love me regardless.” He threw his arms around her neck and murmured in her ear, “I bet Primer likes it too. Maybe I should let him vote.”

“Keep taunting me like that and I’ll invite him over tonight so you can ask him personally.” She thought she was throwing down the gauntlet and he would stop, but had to choke back a surprised gasp at his response.

“Maybe I’ll invite him myself. He can give me tips and we can critique each other’s performance.” Rex said it in a low, silky tone, as if the idea truly intrigued him. Lara stood staring at him in surprise, her mouth open slightly as if too shocked to reply. Rex left it at that, giving her plenty of food for thought about whether he meant it or not.

Lara shook her head in disbelief, turning to head into the town. “Can’t even get to my own house before you start propositioning me with naughty ideas.”

“Is that an idea you might… entertain?” Rex was trying to keep his tone light and blandly interested, but Lara could tell he was intrigued and curious.

Lara kept walking, though she was silent, thinking over Rex's suggestive ask. Was that something she would entertain? She'd never had such a... creative bedroom experience, though she had had that one dream about Rex and Fives... Lara coughed a little obviously and gave Rex a look full of side eye. "I, um, am not sure..." She saw Rex's face fall a little and rushed to finish. "...Because I've never been quite so adventurous before. Maybe we could work something out," she said with a shy grin. She saw Rex smile in response. "Though, I think that would need to be somewhere more private than our place here."

"Of course," Rex agreed. They walked on to the great hall, both a little rosier in the cheeks, pondering the idea of a new experience to try.

Later, Lara was sitting in her normal spot, chatting loosely with Cody, when Primer suddenly appeared at her side. He bent to speak into her ear. “If you have a second, can we talk in private?”

Lara looked back at him slightly concerned, and saw that he wore a strange expression on his rugged, handsome face. Nodding, Lara excused herself and followed him out the door of the great hall into the darkness of the shadows beside the building’s tall sides. “What’s wrong?,” she asked immediately.

Primer let them get further into darkness, making sure no one was in ear shot, and turned to face her. “Rex just came to me with an…interesting request.” He saw Lara’s face go white, then flush with blood so darkly he could see it even in the darkness. “Did you know about this?,” he asked somewhat incredulously.

“He…might have mentioned it, but I didn’t think he was actually serious. I thought it was a tease!” Primer was standing in the normal pose he adopted when his general was acting in a trying manner, with his arms crossed over his chest, his weight resting on one foot. He cocked one eyebrow at her as if to say, ‘Clearly not a tease.’

“Is that something you actually…want?,” he asked carefully. He watched her as passively as he could, almost holding his breath for her answer.

“I…,” Lara stumbled. “I don’t know… it’s not something I’ve ever tried before. Have you?,” she suddenly added, wondering if she could defer to Primer by default.

“No, I haven’t,” he said flatly. He watched her a moment longer and then leaned in to speak next to ear. “But I would do anything you wanted, to give you pleasure, even if it came to fucking you in front of him, or with him.” His voice was silky smooth and gave her chills, her breath catching in her chest as she stared into his rich brown eyes. “But you have to ask,” he added carefully.

Lara stood there like a deer in the headlights, realizing this was suddenly being thrust into her hands. Did she want them in the same room with her? Did she want to feel them making love to her at the same time? She pressed back against the wall of the great hall, her fingers digging into the texture of the wooden beams. “I…think…it could be a very interesting experience,” she said haltingly.

Primer shook his head. “Not good enough. For something this big, I need to hear you say it.”

“I want…,” she said, feeling her heart about to explode at its current racing pace, “I want you both.” She couldn’t squeeze anymore words out, but she saw Primer take a slight step back and straighten, then nod to himself.

He pulled his comm link off his hip and keyed it up, murmuring “It’s a go,” quickly into the mic. Then he stepped forward and kissed Lara softly, one hand gripping her shoulder tenderly. “This isn’t necessary, and you can call it off at any time,” he said.

“Primer, do you want to do this? I hope Rex hasn’t…twisted your arm or anything,” Lara said quickly.

“No Ner Kar’ta, he’s not twisting anything. As I said, I’ll do anything to give you pleasure. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued, myself.” Primer gave her a mischievous little smirk and stepped away, gesturing with his head for her to follow him. “Rex has Danny squared away, all we need is for you to portal us there.”

Lara stumbled along behind, a feeling of being separated from reality floating around her. This was well out of her normal imagination and comfort zone, but she recalled the incredibly adventurous dream she’d had one day, featuring Fives and Rex. And she had to admit to herself, a large part of her was curious - she wanted to know what it was like, how it felt, to have the two men she loved so much do so as a team.

Primer escorted her to the large hut that was her home, opening the door and allowing her to enter before him. She saw Rex standing in the center of the room, as if he'd been waiting for them. He stepped over to Lara and said, "Danny is staying with Cut and Suu tonight; I told them we needed to make a short trip to Earth for some specific supplies.” Lara gave Rex a brave little smile, but she could feel it was a rather mixed, nervous look, reflecting the one on his own face. Rex reached out to grasp her shoulders and looked her in the eye. "You can say no at any point of this, Lara. You don't have to feel compelled or pressured."

Lara swallowed and smiled back, glancing over to Primer for a second and then back to Rex. "It's okay. I think it's worth exploring. I know you will both keep me safe." The two men nodded in agreement; they definitely would. Lara had the utmost faith in them. She opened a portal before them and stepped in, followed by Rex and Primer. They stepped into her Earthen home’s kitchen, and all kind of stared at each other sheepishly.

Primer took a breath and gave a little laugh. “This is awkward,” he said with a smile. He reached over and took Lara’s hand, pulling her to himself for a hug. He leaned down and kissed her very tenderly, then looked up at Rex. “Come over here and kiss our girl, Rex. See how amazing she is.” Looking back at Lara he said, “We are going to make you feel so good. Rex and I are going to take good care of you,” as he murmured into her ear. He was gratified to hear Lara moan softly when Rex snugged in behind her, taking her hips in his hands and reaching in to kiss her neck, her shoulders. “That’s it, Ner Kar’ta, let us do all the work.”

The two clone commanders gently held her between them, lavishing her with kisses and caresses, relishing her sighs and moans. Primer eventually reached down and swept her up in his arms, carrying her up the stairs, Rex following quietly. When he got her inside the bedroom, he placed her on her feet near the bed, immediately moving in to kiss her mouth. He felt a little greedy, reveling in her response, how she leaned into his lips as if he were the only one that ever kissed her in such a way. Primer pulled away for a second to tell Rex, “Let her sit on your lap, Rex.”

Rex moved behind to do as told but Lara added, “Take off your clothes; I want to feel the heat of your skin.” Rex gave her a small grin and shucked his clothes quickly, bending to pull the covers down on the bed before he settled. He nodded to Primer he was ready and Primer backed Lara into Rex’s waiting hands, then paused to reach down and unbuckle her belt, the buttons of her pants. Rex lifted her shirt up over her head and tossed it to the foot of the bed, as Primer carefully slid her pants and underwear down, dropping to a knee to unzip and remove her boots. Lara stepped out of them as Rex guided her down to sit on his lap, the hard bulge of his cock warm against her backside.

Rex ran his hands over the curves of her body, loving the feel of her smooth skin, save where there were scars from battles past. He cupped a hand over the small bump of his child growing within her, enormous pride filling him that he’d put that there. His rich low baritone voice rumbled in her ear and vibrated from his chest against her skin as he murmured, “You’re so beautiful, Cya’rika. So heartbreakingly beautiful, carrying my child, giving me a beautiful daughter. I don’t know what to do, you’re so kriffing pretty.”

Lara moaned back softly, a little irony in her voice, “I have an idea of what you could do…” She rolled her pelvis back, rocking against Rex’s hard length trapped between them.

Rex laughed softly and said, “Not yet, greedy thing. You owe Primer a taste first.”

Primer went to his knees before her, giving her a little wink and smile as he gently pushed her legs up and over Rex’s so they were spread before him. He breathed a soft sigh and said, “Kriff, Rex, she is soaking wet for us. Feel how wet she is.”

Rex reached down one hand, gliding it over Lara’s breast, down her belly, brushing his fingers over her swollen, sensitive clit as she gasped softly. He grunted quietly feeling the warm, welcoming heat of her. He curled his other hand around her cheek, turning her face to his as he kissed her lips, inserting two fingers gently into her and reaching for that deep spot he knew sent her into orbit. Lara moaned and rolled her hips against his hand, reaching for the sensation she so desperately wanted. But Rex had no intention of simply using his fingers. He withdrew them slowly, then sucked her juices off of them carefully, savoring her taste. “Maker, Lara, you taste so good. Primer, taste how good she is.”

Primer bent his head to suck at Lara, gently taking her swollen nub into his mouth, then thrusting his tongue into her opening. Lara gasped at the sensation, almost bucking at the overwhelming feeling of Primer’s raspy tongue fucking up into her. He moaned with pleasure at the taste of her, how wet she’d been for him, the sounds she made for them.

As Primer feasted on Lara’s honey pot, Rex continued to caress her belly, her breasts, cupping and squeezing them, delicately pinching the nipples. Rex nuzzled his face into her neck, giving her soft kisses followed by gentle bites, often coming back to her sensual mouth to kiss her passionately as Primer wrung moans from her with his efforts below. He broke off from kissing her, looking into her blue eyes, slitted like a content cat’s, and said, “I’m gonna sit you on my cock now - is that what you want?” Lara moaned and nodded to him.

Primer immediately stood and helped lift her slightly to give Rex room, and watched as he gently guided himself into her, eyes hungry as he saw Lara sink down on Rex’s hard length. As soon as she was settled, Primer leaned in and gently sucked at her clit again, gratified to hear her groan, see her rock forward a little on Rex’s cock. “You like that, don’t you Ner Kar’ta? Being so full of him while I suck your perfect clit?” He glanced up at her, finding her eyes fixed on his with a rather shattered, glassy expression. “Tell me Lara. Tell me how he feels inside of you.”

It always thrilled her, to hear them call her by her name, especially Primer, who’d just about been unable to break his habit of addressing her as ‘General’ even when they’d become physical. She’d never be able to describe how it made her feel - so loved, so special and singular in their eyes, after having spent so very long alone. “So full, Primer. I’m so full of him, and you sucking my clit is perfect. You’re both perfect.” Primer smiled in response and bent to his work again, pulling the most delicious sounds out of Lara that sent both himself and Rex into another dimension. After a few moments of his careful attention, Lara’s hand reached for his slightly shaggy hair, her fingers twining through the strands, then tightening her grip reflexively. “Primer, I’m gonna cum! Oh god, are you ready?”

Rex pulled her more tightly to his chest, running his hands over her body again. “Cum for me mesh’la. Cum on my cock while Primer drives you over the edge. Let us both feel it,” he growled in her ear.

Lara’s head rocked back and she sucked in a breath like a drowning person, raggedly gasping for air as her body convulsed, clenching around Rex’s thick cock inside of her. She cried out, almost sobbing at the feel of her climax as her husband and lover pushed her over an edge she didn’t know she had. Both men could feel the contractions, the waves of her pleasure as it rocketed through her, and Primer suddenly made eye contact with Rex, nodding to him. “Fuck her Rex, fill her up, let her take your cum.” Rex started to thrust up into her, moaning at the tight squeeze, knowing he was so primed and ready to go he wasn’t going to take long. Lara felt Rex’s heated, hard cock moving within her, and felt the moment he started to spill over inside, the warmth of his cum filling her up, the spasms of his length twitching inside of her as she took everything he gave her.

Primer watched her with something of awe on his face, always amazed at how beautiful she was when she came. The man’s love for and loyalty to Lara was actually quite simple: his entire being was focused on serving her, since the day she’d picked him to be her commander. He’d come to realize one day that his heart only cared about guiding, guarding and sacrificing for her, however that translated out in life. Primer enjoyed making love to Lara, but he’d have been just as happy being allowed to hold her, spoon fashioned, his arms wrapped protectively around her as if to watch over even her sleep.

Rex reached over to Lara’s nightstand where he pulled a small towel from a drawer there, and with Primer’s help cleaned Lara up from his spill. Then he lay back on the bed, on his side, and said, “You owe Primer a happy ending now, Cya’rika.”

“That I do,” Lara replied with a smile, as Primer wrapped his arm around her midsection, pulling her against his body. He was still dressed, the front of his BDUs damp from his obvious excitement.

Primer reached in nibble her neck carefully - if not done right it tickled Lara and she would jerk away, squealing at the sensation. “Straddle Rex, facing him. I want him to see your beautiful face when you come on my cock.” He quickly pulled his shirt off, then unbuckled his belt, pulling it free of the loops and dropping it to the floor. Next he unbuttoned the fly, shucking his pants and boxer briefs down and stepping out of them, his beautifully tanned body on display. Both Lara and Rex knew Primer bore a tattoo over his heart written in Vala, which said ‘The light of the two trees is undying, and the Guardian shall always be with you,’ over a dragon clutching a heart. It was always impressive when on display and Lara smiled, tracing her fingers over it lightly while looking into Primer’s warm brown eyes. He smiled back and returned the look with a tender kiss, then turned her body to face Rex, guiding her down to the bed.

Lara did as requested and mounted Rex facing him, as Primer climbed into the bed behind her. He nudged Rex’s legs apart so he could get close to Lara, reaching around her to cup her breasts, his hands gliding down her body so that Rex could see. Primer leaned down and kissed her neck softly, then gave her a soft bite, hearing her suck in a breath of air. Primer placed a hand on her back and pushed her gently down to straddle Rex, as he took himself in one hand and lined himself up to enter Lara from behind. His sigh of contentment at the feel of her warm, wet center enveloping him went right to her core, and he felt her muscles squeeze involuntarily.

Primer started to move, slowly and sensually at first, then with more power and speed. His action pressed Lara against Rex, rubbing her against his cock, which quickly became hard again beneath her, providing her swollen, sensitive clit the friction it so craved. Primer’s thrusts were calculated, deep enough to reach that perfect spot within her, and moved her body enough to bring Rex to a climax as well. As Lara started to orgasm, Rex brought his hands up to her face to watch the way she lost herself completely to the sensation of them fucking her. She was radiant; light shone from her very pores. As she cried out, Rex felt his own hot spurt between them, and felt Primer’s motion stutter erratically as he came with a moan, filling her with his pearly seed, riding out the blissful contractions of her climax.

Primer leaned forward with a soft groan and rested his forehead against her shoulder blade, then kissed it softly as he sat back up, pulling out as he softened. “Did you see Rex, how stunning she is?”

“Beautiful. She’s radiant when she comes,” Rex murmured into her curls.

“I think we owe her a shower, and some rest, don’t you?,” he added, addressed Rex.

Lara sighed, her body exhausted from the post sex high and not sure she could even stand to get to the shower. “I’ll carry you, Net Kar’ta. Don’t worry,” Primer said with a smile, stepping back from her and then scooping her up in his arms. Rex got up and hustled to her bathroom to get the water running, the shower quickly steaming. The two men scrubbed Lara down gently, Rex holding her with soft loving hands while Primer ran the soapy loofah over her body. Once clean and dry, Rex this time scooped Lara up to carry her to their bed, laying her down like she was made of porcelain, then lying in front of her, snuggling in close. Primer took his usual spot behind her, body tucked in tightly to her back, one arm wrapped protectively around her midsection.

Rex smiled tenderly at Lara and reached up to brush some curls back from her face. “I love you so much, Lara.”

She stared back at him with her full, expressive eyes and gave him a little grin. She felt Primer’s arm tighten around her slightly as if to remind her that he, too, loved her. Their bodies intertwined, the three lay there snuggled together, fingers lazily tracing over the planes and curves of each other’s bodies. It wasn’t long before they could all tell they were slowly driving each other to a point of arousal that would demand attention.

Rex pulled Lara’s leg over his hip as he loved to do, feeling her body surrounding him. He leaned in and kissed her lips softly, his hand running lightly along her thigh, over the curve of her butt. He tipped his hips forward slightly and she could feel his hard cock pressing against her, asking a question only she could answer. Behind her, she could feel the press of Primer against her backside, telling her he too was ready for round two.

“What do you want, Cya’rika? For us to take turns again?,” Rex murmured as he kissed down her jaw, to her neck. Lara hummed softly at the feel of them against her skin, at the heat they were generating within her with their touch.

“Tell us, Lara,” Primer murmured from behind.

“I want you both,” Lara whispered a little breathily as Primer kissed her shoulder softly.

“Both?” Primer asked a little surprised. “You mean…both? Together?” He’d never thought Lara would go this far, having Rex and himself pleasure her, let alone suggest they take her at the same time.

“Yes,” Lara whispered again, moaning softly as Rex dipped down to suckle her breasts. “Together. Same time.”

Primer and Rex traded looks over her shoulder. “Which of us do you want to take your…other…entrance?,” Primer asked delicately.

“You, Primer. Is that okay?,” she asked a little nervously.

Rex chuckled softly, hearing Primer laugh a little ironically. “Of course it’s okay, my heart. Whatever you want,” Primer murmured back. He and Rex both leaned in to kiss her, Rex taking her lips in a tender, sensuous kiss, while Primer laid gentle kisses along her shoulder, done the center of her back. Primer ran his hands down her sides, reaching under to get her leg up slightly so Rex could scoot in more closely. Rex reached down and lined himself up to enter her, taking her wet pussy with his hard length in a gentle shove. Lara moaned softly at the feel of him inside, fully seated and warm. Behind her, she felt Primer press against her, shifting slightly to give himself room to hold his own tip against her other hole. He pressed himself against the tight ring of muscle, waiting until she relaxed, then pushed in softly until she’d taken the head, feeling her tense slightly. Primer stopped and waited while Rex worked to distract her with kisses and touch, and when Primer felt her ease a bit more, he entered her fully, sliding the rest of his length inside and feeling the impossibly tight fit of her body around him, Rex’s cock against his own, separated only by a thin wall of muscular tissue.

They all rested for a moment, completely joined, testing the feel before moving. Primer was the first to move, gently thrusting, giving an involuntary groan at the squeeze. Rex gasped at the feel of Primer’s cock sliding by his own inside of her, and started to move as well, their movements alternating in a careful dance to make sure they didn’t hurt Lara in any way.

“How does that feel?,” Primer murmured in Lara’s ear. She whimpered softly, gasping at the sensation of them both inside of her. Primer tucked his face into the crook of her shoulder, waiting for her reply.

“Good!,” Lara managed to blurt out. “It’s so full, y’all fill me up so well. It’s like we are one creature, all joined like this.” She tried to breathe normally, but the feel of them both moving, pulling back and then thrusting forward so gently, was obliterating all thought in her mind.

Rex kissed her again, moaning into her mouth as the sensations started to drive him nearer the edge. Primer reached down and bit her shoulder, increasing the strength of the bite as he got more and more aroused. He broke off, groaning out, “I’m not going to last much longer. You’re so tight, so perfect, Lara. You feel so good, Ner Kar’ta.” He took a ragged breath and then whispered, “I’m going to fill you up with my cum, want you to feel it.” He felt Lara nod, then shiver softly at the overwhelming feeling of taking them both at the same time.

“Are you ready for us to come, Lara?,” Rex asked huskily. “I’m ready. I think Primer is ready. You’re gonna take us at the same time, we are both going to give you everything we’ve got.” He looked into her eyes, seeing her working to focus on him, though she was already so blissed out she wasn’t on the same mental plane as they were. “You’re gonna come too, Cya’rika. I know you can. Come with us, let us feel each other at the same time.” Lara’s head went back slightly, her mouth open in a silent moan as she took a drag of breath.

“I’m ready, Rex, I’m…now! Come now!,” she begged in a broken voice. She was drowning in the feel of her orgasm, completely losing herself to the feel of the powerful contractions. But when she felt the two men start to come themselves, their thick cocks twitching within her, the warmth of their spill, Lara felt like she was shattering apart, her mind fracturing at the overpowering sensation, the knowledge of how much she loved them both, how much they loved her back, the way they’d gloried in pleasuring her. Both men gasped and moaned in their own expression of their powerful orgasms, pushed beyond their normal range of arousal by the feel of each other within the woman they loved, sliding against each other as they reached for their climax. Neither had expected it to be such, and they were taken by surprise at how erotic and amazing it had felt.

The three all pulled each other into a tight hug, holding each other like they’d never leg go. Neither man pulled free of her until they’d softened past the point of control, and then they simply held Lara between them, all exhausted by their love making. Within moments, they were all asleep, Primer’s face buried in Lara’s neck, Rex’s forehead against Lara’s, arms and legs intertwined in a puzzle that would have been difficult to pull apart. Sighing softly as she slipped away into dreams, Lara whispered, “I love you both so much, god help me.”

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