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frogzzai · 1 year

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Got any hc's for smooching the upper moons? 😘

Of course I do, what sort of Tumblr writer would I be if I didn't? 🫣🤭

Uppermoon kissing headcannons!

Send in requests I have no motivation :'( (I write for MHA, Creepypasta, Slashers, Demon Slayer, JJK, Harry Potter, Rick and Morty, Fantastic Beasts, Winx)

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Characters included: Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Hantengu, Sekido, Urogi, Karaku, Aizetsu, Gyokko, Gyutaro, Daki

Warnings: Suggestive content

Uppermoon 1- Kokushibo

I feel like Kokushibo would be a very traditional man seeing as he's over 400 years old.

He's definitely not one for short pecks, even if one of you had to be somewhere.

Kokushibo would prefer slow and passionate kisses, like the gentleman he is (ignoring the murder of course🤞).

Almost always asks before he kisses you. Something along the lines of, 'May I kiss you'.

Kokushibo puts a lot of passion into his kisses, he doesn't just give them out half-heartedly, he really puts his emotions behind it (or any emotions he has left).

He doesn't like teasing, he won't tease with his kisses and he doesn't want you to either. If you did he'd probably sulk for a while.

He's a lot more gentle than some of the Uppermoons however he can be rougher if either of you are feeling extra 'needy'.

Uppermoon 2- Douma

Unlike Kokushibo, Douma enjoys both short pecks and teasing kisses, however, occasionally Douma likes passionate ones.

If you're with him whilst he's with his followers, he does quick cheek kisses unless there's a follower that is particularly annoying, that's when he'll initiate longer kisses.

Douma is quite playful, in multiple ways, so often if the kisses are longer it'll lead to something else, unless you're in front of an annoying follower, that's when it'll have to wait. His followers aren't allowed to see you like that. Only Douma.

If you were an upper rank and you went to meetings with him, he'd often kiss you as if to 'show you off'. This only makes Muzan's hatred for Douma blossom but for the most part he won't do anything, Muzan is a lot more lenient with his Uppermoons. Just don't disturb the meeting too much.

Uppermoon 3- Akaza

Akaza isn't necessarily 'old fashioned' as such but he's certainly very respectful with his kisses.

We all know Akaza drinks woman respect juice on the daily and so he doesn't want to overstep any boundaries you may have.

He asks before he kisses you, just incase you didn't want him to.

He doesn't mind what type of kiss it is but he mostly prefers meaningful kisses that last for a while.

He would never kiss you in a meeting. We all know his respect and loyalty for Muzan is very high. He would see that as disrespectful.

I feel like he'd prefer to keep his kisses behind closed doors as he thinks it would make him seem vunerable.

The most PDA he'd show is a arm around your waist or shoulder, maybe a hand on your lower back.

Uppermoon 4- Hantengu + Clones

A very nervous kisser.

He's a very paranoid demon as seen in the meeting and when he appears in the village.

It takes a long time for him to kiss you in your relationship.

He gives quick pecks, never longer kisses.

There's not much to say about him, he doesn't often give kisses.

Sekido

Sekido is very angry by nature (obviously).

He prefers rough kisses, like extremely rough. I'm talking 'till your on the verge of passing out.

He doesn't care where you are or who is around you, he'll kiss you anywhere and in front of everyone.

Soft kisses don't exist with him, he is the incarnation of rage and those transfer into his kisses, that doesn't mean he doesn't love you, you won't find him fawning over anybody else.

Urogi

Urogi's kisses are definitely fun.

You'll never know when, where or how he's going to kiss you. They range from short pecks, to long and gentle kisses, to hunger-filled and fiery kisses.

He doesn't have a favourite place to kiss you, just whatever is exposed at the time. Neck, lips, cheek, collarbone, forehead... you get the idea.

Doesn't care who's watching, he'll kiss you in front of his brothers with no shame.

Will definitely take you in the air with him to kiss you.

Uses his ability to find high up spots with great views to kiss you at.

Karaku

Karaku loves teasing you with kisses, the ones that leave you wanting more.

He finds it funny when he kisses you in front of his brothers, especially Sekido. Sekido's anger makes the kisses more enjoyable he thinks.

If his brothers annoy him he'll just make them feel like Urogi as he sends them flying through the air.

Massive fan of giving hickeys. Fight me.

Aizetsu

His kisses are very soft and gentle, they definitely last for a while.

He isn't a fan of quick kisses, he doesn't feel they convey his full love for you, he doesn't feel any sort of kiss could convey even a fraction of his love for you.

The only time he'll do quick pecks is if you've just woken up (demon or not) even so they'll be followed shortly with a longer one, or, if you're asleep (or falling asleep), he'll press a quick one to your forehead or nose.

He doesn't tend to kiss you in public, if he gets insecure or jealous for any reason he'll quickly kiss your cheek but as soon as you're in private he won't stop kissing you, the only time he stops is if you need to take a breather. He'll just start again after though.

Gyokko

Gyokko definitely leaves green kiss stains all over you, whether he's wearing lipstick or not.

He'll proudly parade you round with them. He'd be very happy if you wore lipstick and returned the favor, he calls it artwork.

Would definitely co-ordinate your kiss marks into his pot designs.

Would gladly show off the lipstick marks in Uppermoon meetings, Muzan doesn't mind too much. Gyokko's pots bring in good money, he likes Gyokko.

Gyokko likes short but repeated kisses. He likes to kiss you with one of his mouths and then quickly switches to the other over and over.

Not one for longer kisses.

Gyutaro

As soon as Gyutaro realises you actually like him and you aren't just making fun of him, there's no stopping his kisses.

Marks you EVERYWHERE. He's got someone he considers second most gorgeous (not as much as his sister of course) and he isn't letting anyone else even second guess if you're single or not.

Inexperienced but that won't stop him.

His kisses are a mix of everything.

He likes to go from kissing your lips, down to your jaw and then neck and then collarbone ect.

His rougher kisses are when he's jealous and his softer ones are when he's feeling insecure so you get a fair bit of both.

Daki

Daki likes cheek kisses. Just short cheek kisses.

Not a fan of anything else really, she likes to keep things quick and simple.

Not much else to say really.

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ask-the-nine-links · 9 months

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Yeah guilty that was exactly the alternate timeline I was talking about. How it happened for alternate wild is even weirder. Apparently about 80 years into the shrine's healing the Shrine has to open a micro portal into the afterlife to draw out some energy to tie the soul back to the body. But in this timeline there was something on the other side, the remains of a clone of a half ghost.

Turns out the afterlife has heroes too, and the afterlife's hero version of Ganondorf is a crazy son of a bitch. But anyway since magic doesn't exist in the afterlife he had to manually make his version of the hero with SCIENCE! You know what a blueprint is, apparently there's a blueprint for people and if you extract it and copy it you can build a exact copy of a person from the ground up. Well like usual the hero stops the plot but just dumps the resulting corpse of green goo into a random corner of the afterlife because the kid is like 14 and was busy with his new 12 year old looking little sister created from the mess and didn't have time to figure out how to properly dispose of it

Anyway when the clone goo got into the shrine alternate and wild just kind of exorbed it given that while in the shrine he was kind of stuck in a state between alive and dead just like the hero it was made from so Wild became a half ghost. Alternate Wild was basically incredibly overpowered his only real weakness was guardian beams and that's only because that's how he died before everything else could just turn intangible and let it pass through him harmlessly (and even then guardians themselves are no threat because so long as he's invisible they don't notice him but he can freely rip out their innards with intangibility and super strength he just has to be careful and avoid touching the parts corrupted by malice because it would make him sick). His favorite hobby was to mess with the Yiga by not bothering to even pay attention to them when they tried to attack him accept maybe to laugh in their face.

It's really hard to kill ghost okay, especially when you don't have the tools for it. The most issues alternate wild had was trying to figure out what his changed biology needed. Thankfully in after a while The ghost guardian of the timeline notices alternate wild's struggles and has the afterlife's hero go over to him and give how to ghost lessons. It's a really fun alternate timeline to watch and I really can't wait till the other links meet this version of wild

Wind: Ew, reading.

Legend: You can read?

Wind: Okay, first off-

Wild: TLDR; Shrine of Resurrection uses power from the afterlife. Ganondorf is still a bitch in hell, and tries to create goo clones using science. Dead hero kills him again and dumps a pile of goo in a corner somewhere because he has other Responsibilities™. Goo gets absorbed by the Shrine, therefore Alternate me also absorbs it. Alternate me basically becomes unkillable with his only weakness being the Walking Urns of Death, but even then its a mild one. The Yiga become haunted. Alternate me also gets lessons from a ghost.

Wind: My hero, thank you for the summary.

Wild: Not gonna lie, that does sound incredibly fun. Think of all the stuff I could do to the Yiga!

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu wind #lu legend #lu wild

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inkstainedhandswithrings · 2 months

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TBB s3 ep4 Thoughts!!!

Oooohh starting off strong

Omega immediately wanting to go back because “it’s right”

Crosshair wanting to keep moving, not because he’s scared of going back but because he understands that he can’t help anyone if he’s dead

Ah there he is. The bitch. The Hemcock.

I wanna say Nala Sa deserves to be in prison but idk I’m starting to feel for her

Pretty sure she won’t survive the season though

IM SORRY THAT SHOT WHERE THE COAT IS HANGING OVER THAT POWER LINE???

is that,,,, a reference to yanno,,, shoes hanging from a power line?

hahahahahahah poncho stormtroopers

“You’re the one who wanted to bring… the hound.”

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH

YOUR HONOUR I LOVE THEM

best duo this show has given us

If Hunter was the hesitant but willing dad, Crosshair is the exasperated older brother that was forced to bring his younger sister to the party he was invited to an now has to spent all night watching her

Ey not cool Omega. Someone was using that jacket to advertise their business

“See, isn’t this better?” “No.” “Ugh.”

HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHA

“I could take out half of them before they even know what happened” 😳😳

Yeah, I believe you sir

Damn fuck how many more clone crushes will I have to be burdened with

Jesus Christ

“That went well” “Stow it”

THEM

YOUR HONOUR

THEM!!!

Scottish Robot ahhahahahahaha

Say what you will about Crosshair, when that dude sat down across from Omega he was ready for a FIGHT

big ol’ softie <3

“You or your dad”

Glad Hunter wasn’t there to hear that

Or Crosshair for that matter

Both would’ve blown their cover

Tbh Crosshair makes a fair point about leaving while they can. The planet is filled with Empirials and they are running out of time

But he also hasn’t been part of a team in a while and maybe he’s forgotten some of what that entails too

Either way, loving how “selfless” and “selfish” are meeting in this ep

“I’ll do it your way BUT I WOULD LIKE THE RECORD TO REFECT THAT I DONT WIKE IT!”

Crosshair giving Omega a boost to get over the wall I’m crying

“Shouldn’t we free the other animals too?” “Don’t push it.”

HE IS MY SOULMATE (based on sarcasm. I am vegetarian and I would free those animal friendos in a heartbeat)

The extra head shake and eye roll at that question too, he is already so done I can’t hahahahahahahah

“I hope your take-offs are better than your landings” “we’re about to find out”

Aaaaaaand that just reminded me that Tech was the one who taught her to fly

🥲🥲🥲🥲

That fucking shriek when the stormtrooper got blasted by the engine hahahahahaha

Ohohoh altered batch theme after take off? Okayokayokay I see you👀

Jesus Christ, Crosshair trying to prepare Omega for the very real possibility that Hunter and Wrecker are dead?

Like I know it seems cruel and defeatist but it’s actually kind in a way

Managing expectations in order to save her from a worse fall out

FUCK I THOUGHT I’D HAVE TO WAIT TILL NEXT EPISODE FOR THEM REUNION

JESUS

AAAAAAHHHHH

“We crossed the galaxy four times looking for you”

SIR

I AM QUACKING

why did Hunter’s appearance suddenly piss me off

Like Wrecker had a cute line and Hunter had to walk up like

“Um, five actually”

Like idk it felt like he was taking over the moment (which makes sense because he’s her dad but still it just sounded awkward)

EXCUSE ME??? I BEG YOUR BIGGEST PARDON??

Omega just explained that she only got off that planet AND survived so far thanks to Crosshair and all they can do is look all bitchy butt-hurt

Like I expected this from Hunter but why isn’t Wrecker hugging him?

Bc they went looking for Cross before, I thought we were past the straight up hate?

Love how stoically Cross is taking it though

I have to admit, so far this is one of my all time favourites. The comedic timing, the very real story line, the confrontation of previously opposed characters? Wonderful. But the pièce de résistance? Crosshair’s character description rings true again. “Severe and unyielding” Tech had said. I’ve rambled about this a lot recently, but the boiled down version is that when Crosshair commits to something, he commits all the way. Like how he committed to the Empire so hard that he hunted down his brothers. Or when he finally decided the Empire was a bunch of shitbags and shot officer shitbag (I forget his name) in the face. He has now decided to commit to Omega, for whatever reason. And it shows. Because even when she tells him to go, he’s literally only a minute behind her. He lets her employ her own strategies despite his preference and experience. He’s ready to beat up Captain Dickhead (did they even give him a name?) for sitting down across from her. He tells her to get into the ship first while he lays down cover fire.

Crosshair’s next “severe and unyielding” decision is Omega’s safety. And I couldn’t be more excited to see where it goes!

AND I cannot believe how much I suddenly like his character. I was so disinterested in him for like s1 and maybe 90% of s2 but now I am more interested in what becomes of him than I am in what the deal is with Omega’s M-count.

I’m saying it now. These seasons hyper focuses are: Rex, Echo and Crosshair (in that order) (for now, we’ll see)

Thanks to everyone who sat through that, have a good day/night/whatever, friend!

#THIS EPISODE #HOOOOOO BOY #gah this was good #honestly made me so happy #I am hanging out with people all day today but if that wasn’t the case there probably would be a new chapter of when we bleed today as wel #but you can’t have everything I guess #star wars #the bad batch #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #sw tbb #tbb #tbb s3 #tbb s3 spoilers #tbb spoilers

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firstofficerwiggles · 10 months

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Can I plzzzzz have commander Wolffe admitting his feelings for me after getting jealous seeing me with someone else because he never admitted his feelings till now after months and months of secret meetings be as spicy 18+ as you like 😜😜😜😜🔥🔥🔥🔥

Ooh, I like this idea, especially because it allows for grumpy and jealous Wolffe, which is an intoxicating combo. He’s a bit of a dumbass in this too, but I think it’s fitting because he is such a guy about things.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x female reader

Rating: Explicit/Mature, 18+ only

Warnings: SMUT!, little bit of an angsty beginning, swearing, explicit descriptions of sex

Word count: ~3200

Message to Cmmdr Wolffe: Be my date for the Chancellor’s Gala? Might be nice to see you outside of the supply closet for once ;)

You stare at your comm, holding your breath and waiting for him to respond. You’re taking a big risk here, asking him out for a real date. So far all of your liaisons have been nothing more than quick hook-ups in whatever dark space you two can find. You can’t deny that the moments you’ve shared with him, pressed against his firm body, hands groping at whatever they can get, lips entwined, have been insanely hot. Yet, after months of secret meetings, you’re craving more. You want a chance to talk to your moody commander, to flirt with him, share a meal, maybe even dance with him, anything that tells you this is more than just sex.

Incoming message: I wasn’t planning on going to that nonsense.

Message to Cmmdr Wolffe: Oh, really?

Incoming message: Sounds like a boring night of overblown politicians

Message to Cmmdr Wolffe: You don’t think we could have some fun there?

Incoming message: Not really

You look down at those two words and feel your heart sink. Looks like you were wrong, it is just sex to him. Your shoulders slump and you slip your comm back in your pocket. There’s no point in responding. You guess this means your little hook-ups are over too, you can’t imagine wanting to get down and dirty with him again after that rejection. You sigh and head back to your workstation, passing Comet as you do.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he greets you with his usual smile and flirty compliment.

“Hey,” you reply, glumly.

“Bad day?” he seems genuinely concerned, and puts a hand on your shoulder in comfort.

“Sort of, something just didn’t work out like I planned,” you tell him, obviously you can’t give him any details but it’s enough that he can tell you’re disappointed.

“Well, hey, I know what might cheer you up, you wanna go with me to that gala thing? You know, be my date?” He looks at you eagerly, his eyes lighting up with his suggestion.

You consider him for a moment, he is handsome, all the clones are of course, and he’s always been sweet and friendly to you. Why shouldn’t you go out and have fun like you planned?

“You know what, Comet, I’d love that,” you respond with a smile of your own.

“Great!” He beams at you, his cheeks are even a little flushed with excitement.

Fuck Commander Wolffe, you think, If he doesn’t want to go out with me, fuck him, here’s a great guy who does!

You’re already planning the killer outfit you’re going to wear, you bet it will blow Comet’s mind.

Comet is whistling and carrying a flower corsage as he walks down the corridor to your quarters.

“Where are you off to so jolly and carefree?” Wolffe asks him, in a slightly mocking tone.

“I’m meeting my date for the gala,” he replies, ignoring the snide tone. He shoots a wink at Wolffe, “Can’t wait to see what she’s wearing.”

Wolffe rolls his eyes, and moves to turn away, but then notices that Comet is stopping at your door. His lips pull into a frown as he watches your door swish open to reveal you in what has to be the sexiest look he’s ever seen you in. The gown you’re wearing hugs all your curves perfectly and it shows off a tasteful amount of cleavage. It makes his mouth water and all he wants to do is rush over there, pull you into his arms, and kiss you until you’re both breathless. Instead you’re flirting with Comet and oohing over the stupid flowers he brought you.

That stupid, stupid gala, he could kick himself. You caught him completely off guard when you asked him to go. He didn’t think it was any big deal, just a dumb night for the politicians to pat themselves on the back for work they didn’t do. He thought it would be a boring waste of his time and he couldn’t understand why you were asking him to go. Seeing you now, all dressed up, looking so stunning, he realized that your little invitation had been much more.

And now I’ve fucked it all up, he chastises himself. No wonder you haven’t spoken to him since those messages. Now instead of kissing him with those soft, perfect lips of yours, you’re pressing them to Comet’s cheek. And those beautiful eyes, the ones that could send him a thousand sultry messages across a crowded room, those are locked solidly on Comet, twinkling at him like the man hung the stars. You don’t even say anything to Wolffe as you walk past.

You notice Wolffe there, of course you do, but you try to keep your attention on Comet. He’s made a nice effort to look great in his freshly pressed dress uniform and a new haircut. As far as you’re concerned Wolffe made his feelings clear, you might as well move on, you tell yourself. You pretend it doesn’t sting as he moves away without so much as a hello, just stands there with a permanent frown on his grumpy face. A part of you still wants to run back to him and kiss away that frown, but that’s over now.

Wolffe can’t drag his eyes away from your form as you move away from him, your hips swaying and your head tipped in towards Comet, laughing at something he’s saying.

“Dammit!” He stalks to his own quarters and yanks his dress uniform out of the closet. Stupid, stupid gala, stupid Comet.

Comet has been the perfect date, you decide, as you sway in his arms on the highly polished ballroom floor. He’s brought you drinks when you needed them, pulled out your chair for you when you wanted to sit, and now he’s happily dancing with you, smiling and twirling you about. He’s friendly and carefree, and you’ve been enjoying how nice and easy your evening has been, no brooding moody commanders anywhere to be found. Still though, a part of you wonders how much more romantic this night would be if you had come here with Wolffe. For as nice as Comet is, there just isn’t that same spark.

“May I cut in?” Wolffe’s deep voice slices through your thoughts.

Apparently you spoke too soon.

Wolffe’s expression is thunderous. He looks like he’s ready to storm into battle, not waltz with you to the beautiful music coming from the orchestra.

“Of course, Commander,” Comet replies, passing your hand to Wolffe’s.

“I’m not so sure I still feel like dancing,” you say, a little frost in your voice.

“Oh yes you do,” Wolffe tells you, wrapping a strong arm around your back and pulling you close to him, much closer than Comet was holding you. Without waiting for any other objections, he swiftly turns you away from the other man.

For a few moments, you dance without speaking. While you tell yourself, this is no big deal that Wolffe is here, you steal glances at him looking unbelievably gorgeous in his dress whites. It sounds silly but somehow Wolffe is even more attractive than all the other clones. You sternly remind yourself that you aren’t interested in Wolffe and his stupidly handsome face and say to him cooly,

“I thought you didn’t care for galas?”

“I don’t.”

“Then why are you here?” You question as you spin away from him.

He pulls you back to him, a bit roughly , “Because you decided to come here with Comet.”

He says the other man’s name like Comet has just announced he’s joining Count Dooku.

“I would have been here sooner, but I got caught in Coruscanti traffic,” he mutters.

He’d spent an hour berating a speeder droid and feeling sick to his stomach at the thought of you laughing and flirting with another man all night.

“I don’t see why my being here with Comet should concern you, after all you made it very clear you weren’t interested in being my date,” you huff to him.

“Just because I wasn’t interested in this stupid gala, doesn’t mean I’m not interested in you,” he seethes.

“And how exactly was I supposed to know that? I asked you on a date and you turned me down flat,” you state, frustrated at him and his obvious jealousy.

“How were you to know? You don’t think maybe the hundreds of hours we’ve spent fucking in supply closets and storerooms made it clear?” He demands, quirking his eyebrow at you.

“It hasn’t been hundreds of hours,” you demure, “But look, I was going out on a limb asking you to this. I’m tired of just being some little secret, a quick screw to relieve stress, something meaningless.”

You pull away from him, tired of dancing. You look into those beautiful brown eyes, “I wanted to have a romantic night with you, something special, so that I could finally tell you how much I care about you. When you blew me off completely, I knew there was no way you could feel the same way about me.”

Your eyes feel suspiciously wet and you try your hardest not to blink because if you do, those tears will spill over onto your cheeks.

Wolffe sighs, and reaches for your hand. You’re too weak to pull it away from him even though you know you should.

“Did it ever occur to you that I’m an idiot?” he asks, but then doesn’t pause for you to answer, “Come with me.”

“Where are we going? Shouldn’t I say something to Comet?” You ask as Wolffe has already started strutting through the crowd, towing you along.

“He’s fine,” Wolffe says, not even bothering to check.

He tugs you along down a corridor, moving you into the Chancellor’s private residency area. He swipes a special card that gives him access to a quiet hallway and stops at a door labeled “Linens” with a gold plate no less.

“Look, I don’t care how fancy the Chancellor’s linen closet probably is, I’m not going in there with you,” you state.

You had pretty much handed him your heart out there on that dance floor and all he’s done is drag you away from the party without any indication of what he’s thinking.

Wolffe turns you around and points you at a grand set of double doors on the other side of the hallway. They’re the doors to the Chancellor’s bedroom.

“I’m not taking you to a linen closet,” he explains, “If I’m going to show you how much I care for you, it’s going to be in an actual bed, and a luxurious one at that.”

He pulls you through the doorway and then locks the door behind him. His hands come up to cradle your face, holding you there in front of him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t bring you to the gala. I’m sorry I didn’t realize how important it was when you asked me. I’ve never felt like this about anyone and I don’t know what I’m doing, I hope you’ll give me a chance to make it up to you,” he apologizes, his voice gravely with emotion.

“I’ll give you that chance,” you reply, your voice just above a whisper, and slightly surprised that you haven’t melted into a puddle at his feet.

“Good,” Wolffe says, as he closes the distance between you and claims your lips.

This kiss is different from the others you typically share. Those are usually heated and rushed, with a frantic need to get down to business. But now, Wolffe’s kiss is tender, sweet, and full of passion. He kisses you as if he has all the time in the galaxy.

You snake your arms around his neck and bring your body flush with his. You always love feeling his hard, muscular frame against you. You entwine your fingers into his hair and open your mouth more to him, giving him the opportunity to brush his tongue with yours. You shudder a bit from the sensation and you can feel the satisfied groan vibrate through his chest just as much as you can hear it.

Wolffe breaks away from your lips but only so he can drag kisses down the column of your neck. He follows the outline of your dress, his lips chartering a path to your cleavage.

“When I first saw you tonight, I thought this dress was going to kill me,” he tells you between heated kisses on your skin, “But then it was the thought that you wore this for Comet and that threatened to do me in.”

“I bought this thinking of you, you big lunkhead,” you tell him.

“If I wasn’t hard already, that would have done it,” he replies, looking up at you with a cheeky smile.

He pushes the neckline of your dress open more, revealing one of your breasts. His hot mouth instantly attaches to your nipple, licking and sucking as you moan your delight. Wolffe’s other hand is behind your back, having found the zipper on your dress and tugging it downward. He peels the dress away from you, his lips and tongue never letting up on pleasing you.

Your own hands can’t seem to say still. They run through his hair and across his powerful shoulders, trying to feel as much as you can through his uniform. It gets harder to touch him as he lowers himself down your body, finally kneeling before you and kissing just above the waistband of your panties. He looks up at you with a wink, and then grasps the panties in his teeth and yanks them down. It’s so hot it makes you giddy with anticipation.

“Sit down on the bed for me, beautiful,” he instructs you after getting you naked.

Somehow he maneuvered you over here to the bed without you even realizing it. You plant yourself on the soft duvet, as Wolffe pushes your legs open to make space for his broad body between them.

“Lie back now and let me show you how special you are,” Wolffe’s deep voice rumbles across your core.

Before your head hits the million thread count sheets, he’s already on you, his tongue gliding through your folds, licking from the bottom of your opening all the way up to circle your clit. He pays plenty of attention to that sensitive pearl, his tongue dancing around it before he sucks it between his lips. Your hands tug at his hair, nails biting into his scalp just a touch. It only seems to make him hungrier for you and he kisses and licks his way all over your pussy. Your hips buck up from the pleasure until his large hand holds you in place, giving him the control he wants to have you exactly the way he likes. You hold a hand up to your mouth muffling your moans, just the way you always have with him.

“Uh-uh, beautiful, we’re not sneaking around anymore, I want to hear all those pretty sounds you make.” With that command given, his tongue thrusts into you, tasting your arousal straight from the source, while his fingers take over on your clit.

“Wolffe!” you cry his name, a wave of pleasure running though your body. With each move Wolffe makes the wave grows, turning it into a building tsunami that plans to gloriously ruin you.

He shifts his position, plunging two thick fingers into you and flicking your clit with his tongue. He curls those fingers upward, always able to find that magic spot that makes you whimper for him right away. When you hear his resounding moan, telling you how much he’s enjoying this too, it breaks you and the wave finally crashes over you. Your thighs push together as much as they can and you keen for him.

Wolffe pulls away with gentle kisses on your thighs. He stands up and divests himself of his uniform in record time before helping you move up the bed. As much as he wants to indulge in every moment he has with you in this bed, he can’t wait any longer.

“I need you right now,” he tells you, his mouth crashing into yours in a consuming kiss.

Wolffe rolls over on top of you, his weight feeling delicious as he presses you into the plush mattress. You bring your legs up to cradle his hips and hold him close. You rub your body against him craving the feeling of his skin on yours. Moaning into your mouth, Wolffe pushes himself inside you. You’re so wet from his earlier ministrations that he glides into your body with little effort. There’s still that welcomed stretch as your body accommodates his sizeable cock. He breaks the kiss so he can look at your face,

“Beautiful, my beautiful girl, you’re all I want,” he breathes out as he starts to move inside you.

You moan his name in response as you rock your hips with his, matching his rhythm. The push and pull of him through your tightness is so perfect. Wolffe is more vocal than he’s ever been before, his groans are accompanied by tender words that you never thought you’d hear from his lips. Your voice joins his, and through the moans you try to tell him how you feel. The two of you are so in sync that everything feels better than it ever has. You throb around him, and his body answers yours by tilting up to hit sheer heaven inside you. You wish it could last forever, but you’re also so desperate for your release. As you clench harder around his cock, Wolffe gets impossibly harder.

“Oh, Wolffe, I’m gonna come again,” you cry, clinging to his arms.

“I’m right there with you, baby, come on, come with me, that’s it, good girl, that’s my good fucking girl,” Wolffe praises you as your pleasure spikes and you both fall over that devastating edge together.

He kisses you again, slow and tender, turning you both so that you’re lying on your side, half on top of him as he keeps you joined. You bask in the intimacy of the moment, so wonderfully content and filled with emotion. You are happy to lie there and not talk, but Wolffe has other ideas. You look up at him as he speaks,

“I know it might not seem like it right at this moment when I'm still inside you, but I want more than just sex from you. You mean much more to me than that. I like our moments in the closets, but I want you in my bed too. I want you to sit with me in the mess hall, or invite me to your quarters to watch some dumb holofilm. I want to get goofy little messages from you on my comm that make me smile, and I want to hold your hand when we walk through the ship. I want to do all we can to be together. ”

“You really mean all that? It would have to be for you too, not just because I want it,” you ask, hoping for the best.

“It would be for us,” he states, “Because we both want it.”

Then he chuckles.

“What’s so funny?” you wonder. He seemed quite sincere a moment ago.

“It might be a little bit for all my brothers too, wouldn’t hurt for them to know you’re taken.”

You giggle in response to that, “I do like being taken.”

“Oh I know you do,” Wolffe replies, his voice full of promise, “Let me show you again just how well I know.”

Thank you so much for reading!

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szagaloree · 1 year

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Eywa’s gift from hell pt.2

Contains: angst/fluff/language

EGFH bookmarks: Chapters

After two days of showing them around the forest, they were at hells gate with spider, once I came in quaritch was already in there, “just got with us, or I’ll have to give you to the white coats,” Quaritch said, I grabbed my mask and go in, spider’s eyes go wide, “do not acknowledge me, pretend you do not know me,” I said sternly, he gulped, “what is a boy like you doing out there?” I ask, he didn’t answer “I got his under control,” quaritch said, “for somebody who was willing to kill kids before you died sure as hell good with them,” I said sarcastically, I huff leaning up “he’s not gonna big to be tested on anyways he’s not a damn animal,” I said “how is he able to survive out there?” one of the so call asks “he’ll tell when he’s ready, that’s a child! Not no science experiment not your property,” i snarled.

After a while quaritch ends up coming across lorks room, it was wide cracked open but you can see her doing a side braid Mohawk, the rest of her hair left out, wavy black texture, hair down to her butt, she word a army green crop juss below her breast, with block shorts that hugged her curves so well, she looked intimidating, a women who can hold her own in a war, almost like the man need her more then she need the man. Quaritch didn’t realize he was staring at her till his eyes met her through the mirror, she stood stopped at her hair staring back through the mirror in confusion and annoyance, he walks away.

Spider runs to her room, “nyema!” He hugs her, nyema hugs him back “oh thank eywa, look… you have to listen… you do not know me okay, if they know I know you, it’s going to blow my cover,” she said he nods “okay” he answers “I’ll make sure they don’t hurt you okay?” He nodded, she taps his arm and stood up. “Did Jake leave like I told him to?” She ask he shakes his head “I don’t know, I believe so,” he says, she sighed, things got hectic yesterday when quaritch came across Jake’s kids, luckily I got there fast enough to make him release them but he took spider.

“I gotta go meet up with him, stay here and just take play dumb, don’t fall for whatever they tell you,” she said, he nods She leaves flying on her ikran to a secret area, she lands and jumps off of her ikran, she looks around but was quickly stopped as the neytiri had her arrows drew back including neteyam “woah woahhh!” She lifts her hands up in confusion, “wait that’s nyema,” neteyam says sighing in relief, “jesus, you would think it wouldn’t be me,” she joked neteyam smiled running to hug her, “ahh look at you, growin up strong like your stubborn father,” she smirks, neytiri smiled softly “I see you” I hand gestured and hug her “I’m sorry, if I was there sooner, these idiots just don’t fucking listen,” she huffs, neytiri shakes her head “I’m just glad you were able to get them out safely,” she says, “auntie nene!” Tuk runs jumping into nyema’s arms “oh my gosh tuk, my little tuk tuk,” nyema squeals, “oh you’re growing,” she smiled kissing her cheek, “auntie ny!” Lo’ak and kiri shouted attacking her with hugs knocking her down “jesus! Y’all are growing to fast!” Nyema giggles.

Jake smiled, “we missed you!” Kiri giggles, “I know, I miss you too,” she sighed she stands up, “hey jarhead, got good and bad new which one ya want first?” Nyema asks, “it’s already been a bad day so go on with the bad one,” he said, “they got spider but the good news is he’s safe, he’s going to be in my care, I am in most command, quaritch ain’t no colonel nomo.. he’s dummy, a clone, a puppet so… he’s under my command, he knows I’ll kill him and the rest of those demons dead if they try anything,” she says, he sighs in relief “that’s good,” he picks up tuk, “but I want to tell you now, they are going to be hunting you, now that quaritch knows you’re here and alive, he’s going to hunt you, for his little so call revenge.. I’ll hold him off but I feel he’s going to do something slick so I suggest for extra safety if shit goes down pack up and go… and I mean now, it doesn’t have to be temporary but, it’s till I can get them off your ass,” nyema says, neytiri frowns “no! We can’t leave,” neytiri said.

“Neytiri I know this is your home and I do not want to take that away from you but if Quaritch or the people find you, it’s all hell again, you’re children are at risk, please just listen to me it’s not temporary, me and Jake both know.. these things have to happen if you want your kids safe, I want my nieces and nephews safe to, tuk doesn’t need to see what war is like at this age, just please reconsider, I can only give you a few days because of the executive executes the order to hunt you guys it’s done I cant control that,” she said, Jake nods sighing “I know.. do what you gotta do, you can only do so much while staying undercover if they find out about nyema they can kill you,” he said, she sighed “yep” she huffs “alright kids give me one last hug-aye!” She laughs when they tackle her to the ground “y’all are going to stop tackling me down like this,” she huffs, tuk giggles “are you coming back?” She asks “when I get the chance tuktuk, you boys protect your sisters and your mother and keep your dumbass father from fucking shit up,” She says, Jake rolls his eyes “funny” he said she chuckles in laughter getting on her ikran “byeee!” Tuk waves nyema waves back.

Nyema walks down the hall, “having a midnight fly” quaritch says, nyema slows down glaring at quaritch, “go walk a dog or something,” she spat, he chuckled “fiesty little kitty” she draw her gun pointing it at him, he lifts his hands up “woah there, clam down ain’t nobody tryna hurt ya,” he said, “don’t call me kitty,” she hissed. He chuckles “easy, I think we got off on the wrong foot,” he says, she pulls her gun away huffing, “I’d say we both want the same thing,” he says I shake my head “no! We don’t! I was brought back to life to after I was killed, you don’t see me going back to get revenge, it’s because of what I deserved! You all deserve! These people need to be left alone, Pandora needs to be left alone not treated like your dead ass planet!” She scoffed, “I am not here for whatever y’all got, I’m trying to better my life not loose it again,” she said sternly then walks away he huffs shaking his head.

The next day Quaritch did the dumbest thing he could do, get spider to teach him, spider said no so he decided to come up with a new plan, get him to get me to teach him. He felt if spider was able to get her to say yes, he wouldn’t have to deal with her already trying to slit his throat,. Spider walks into my room, “nyema! I wanna ask you something,” he says sitting on the bed, “what is it?” I ask putting my gun belt on. “Can you teach quaritch-teach him what?” I cut him off already not liking the question, he bites his lip but continues “just teach him the beauty of eywa, umm maybe how to ride the ikrans,” he said, “no” I responded instantly he pouts, “ oh come on nyema, please,” he begs, “I’m not dumb spider, no I am not teaching that demon anything no,” he says, he grabs the bracelet I gasp chasing after him “hey spider give it back now!” I said “I won’t give it back unless you teach him,” he says, “spider I am not playing with you, give it back now!” I hissed, I kept chasing him around the room till I caught him and got the bracelet but it was taken out of my hand I gasp turning my head and it was quaritch “well.. a mighty fine bracelet you got,” he smirks looking at it “give it back!” I said “you help me or I’ll snap this bracelet into pieces,” he threatens “give me my bracelet back Quaritch now!” I yelled but he only glared at me, “give it back please-no that’s my daughter’s bracelet it’s the only one I have left of her give it back!” I yelled trying to get it out of his hand but it ended up getting hooked on a hanger and it broke, my heart sank deep “oh no” spider gasps.

I begin to cry, “Quaritch what did you do?!” Spider shouted “that’s my daughter’s bracelet you bitch!” I yell kneeing him in the crotch, I shoved him out “get out!” I said spider ends up leaving out of fear he was going to get yelled and I slammed the door locking it with tears in my eyes as I broke down.

Later that night, I got back to my room sniffled from crying. The last thing of my daughter is gone and broken, once I reached my room man’s opened it I took off my gun belt and hang it up. I lock my door, and took my shoes over and nearly got undressed when I notice something on the bed. It was the bracelet fixed?! I quickly picked it up and it was fixed like it never was before, but who fixed it?

To be continued…

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moonlight-sonata99 · 1 year

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Friends?Friends.

Crosshair x reader

A/N: Man’s really needs someone so- here we are:-;Maybe this will have a part 2?this isn't really romantic since i want him to have someone as a friend.Maybe when time permits i’ll do apart 2:) i have some ideas in mind.

Honestly he would act like he doesn't care

But mans wants a friend and we all know it

Honestly you two would meet being placed on a mission together

He was tasked to supervised you as a new captain

After the mission He thought nothing of it.

Until rampart tasked you guys for another mission

And it kept on like that for a while

You just keep appearing out of nowhere

Eventually you just started asking him questions

And..he answered.

“Wait-i don't understand” You blurted out as you sat down in the cafeteria as the clone troopers around you two stared at you.

“So you…use those mirror thingies to deflect the shots..” you trail of as cross hair looks at you, slightly nodding

“And..you wait till the right moment to shoot them?” You ask again, looking at him for confirmation as he nodded again.

“Oh-oh….i get it now..” you mumble in bewilderment.

It was always like this: you ask the questions and he would answer them. Sometimes when a mission would tire you both out you two sat in silence, You always asked questions like how He would shoot certain things,or why.and if he could ever teach you. Which he always said no to. You would never ask him about the clone wars,or why he joined. But this time was different.

“Why did you join the empire?” crosshair asked out of the blue as you two sat in the cafeteria as you usually did. You had your head between your crossed arms and your forehead to the table, You two had just come back from a mission which left you both exhausted. You let out a muffled “Huh?” as you lifted your head up halfway to meet his eyes that were looking at you. You looked at each other for a while until you spoke up.

“what a question...” you mumbled, resting your head on your arm. Looking at the few clone troopers that passed by.

Crosshair stayed quiet,

“What about you?” you asked, keeping your gaze on the walking troopers.

He didn't answer.

“It's alright,I'm not sure either.” you whispered,your state now dazed and looking at nothing in particular.

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substantial-exposure · 5 months

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Summary: Dasibri starts to realize she has a crush and stalks out Crosshair after finding out he's back on Coruscant. She decides to pay him a visit at 79's and Cross ends up driving her home.

Warnings: feelings, religious guilt, alcohol, drunk Crosshair rizz,

Wc: 3.8k

(A/N): I never write anything besides angst this entire series is so fun

Dasibri had never done anything like this before. With every passing week she was straying further from her path. She was becoming more reckless. A Jedi in name, but in practice she was deviating. Skipping meditation retreats, running from planet to planet, neglecting her own sleep for late night holocalls.

The now usual pit of anxiety sat heavy in her stomach as she laid in her bed. How was she supposed to live like this? Night after night. She knew it would creep up on her sooner or later. After all, the last two hours had been spent tossing and turning under her blanket. Completely unable to relax and fall into a well deserved sleep. Dasibri had sensed it in herself weeks ago. And she'd felt it every night since. She had grown so attached. Something she swore she'd never do. The worst part, quite possibly, was that she tried to stop herself. She did so many things to try and distract herself, better herself and remind herself that this wasn't something she could do. It wasn't the Jedi way and she'd broken so many rules already. But what now? She knew she was forming an attachment. A severe one at that. Was she going to possibly ruin her entire life and her entire career on some clone she still barely knew? These thoughts began to plague her almost every night.

No matter how many times she meditated and tried to distance herself, she always came back. Whether it be a message on their channel, a furtive meeting behind closed doors, or a quick visit. She had to be crazy to think she could keep doing this. It had been another day of ignoring her datapad and ignoring the alerts of the incoming messages. She felt a cold shiver rake through her despite the warmth of the room. She'd been ignoring him all day, trying to ensure she didn't find herself awaiting every text and wishing to speak with him. She tried to distance her mind.

Her anxieties grew inside her, wondering what could happen to her if anyone found out. That she was growing feelings, real and true emotions towards someone. Dasibri was grappling with the thoughts of possible outcomes without even knowing how he truly felt about her. Crosshair was a man of very few words but she hung onto every single one. Would she be excommunicated for this? Stripped of all title, rank, and the only home and she'd ever known?

After hours of trying to quell the anxious fire in her belly she decided it wasn't worth ignoring anymore. There had to be a reason it was so bad tonight. Something had to be causing it. The only thing she could think of was him, that it almost felt like his familiar presence was occupying her mind and radiating around her. It was him. She knew it was.

Dasibri pushed the blankets off of herself and climbed out of bed. Her feet hit the floor with a soft thud. Standing in her nightwear she traveled to the other side of her bedroom with more energy than she wished she had. Grabbing her bag and digging through it till she found her datapad she turned it on. She wasn't surprised with what she found.

A transmission from Crosshair. It had come in mere minutes ago.

"Headed to Coruscant. See you in the morning."

That answered that then. He was here. She thought to herself, wracking her brain so much the tension almost hurt. Had this all started from the moment he breached the atmosphere? Was his presence on the planet alone enough to shake her to her core?

She'd already made up her mind. She was already planning on sneaking out of bed not so long after every Jedi on her floor fell asleep. It was simply a matter of waiting. She meditated quietly until everyone had officially retired for the night. It felt like hours she waited. Both trying to pass the time and calm herself down. Bring her own mind back into stasis and drag it away from the fervent craze it had been in. Dasibri bided her time until she felt the coast was clear.

It felt like ages that she stayed in her room, just waiting. But once she could sense her window of opportunity, she ceased all meditations. Her feet hit the floor once again as she came down from her dream like state. Dasibri had walked to her closet staring at the few different variations of her robes. She studied them intently, until she decided and picked out her newest addition and rid herself of her pajamas.

She crept through the Temple and made it down to the lower floors.

It had been a long while since she'd taken to driving through the city skies of Coruscant. She never really went anywhere on her own like that. She hadn't the time for such things, especially nowadays. She'd borrowed a speeder.

Despite spending the last week wrapped up inside her own head whenever she had a spare second to think, she locked herself away. It wasn't too out of the usual for Dasibri to disappear and come back after hours of isolated meditation but even she knew it was different now. Tensions were high with the Senate and with the Chancellor, but that was hardly anything new. Surely no one noticed or cared for her tardiness or slothfulness as of late. Instead of any real work, Dasibri had been locking herself away and meditating for days on end.

She knew what must become of all this. She couldn't do this. Dasibri knew what she had to do to make sure everything worked out the way she needed it to. It wasn't fair but they needed to stop this. Whatever they had, she needed it gone.

And yet she didn't turn around. Instead of doing what she had promised herself she would, Dasibri parked her speeder outside the building. With freezing hands, she shook and turned off the machine. She pulled the keys into her hand and placed them inside the pocket of her robes. Now starring up at the neon colors of the sign overhead she might have felt even more anxious than when she left. Dasibri stood before the doors of 79's and left the Coruscant skyline behind her as she entered the bar.

She passed through the doors. It was dark. Much darker than she thought it would be. Her eyes adjusted to the size and the lighting of the place. It was a Clone Bar. She wasn't sure what she expected. The entire place was littered with soldiers, some she knew, most she didn't. All she knew was that this place was packed.

Despite the capacity of the place, she assumed that she stuck out like a sore thumb. If her robes didn't separate her from the rest she was almost a full foot lower on the ground. Every clone was a standard six feet tall, and Dasibri definitely wasn't. She was looking up towards each clone, looking over armor, studying hair cuts, facial markings and the color of their armor plates.

It helped that Crosshair wasn't like the others. He should of been easier to find. She looked around, trying to find the man she came searching for. She kept her eyes peeled in the possibility she might see the other clones of Force 99. Dasibri only came to see one of them, but the others were definitely easier to find.

Dasibri narrowed her eyes and looked around for a bit. She knew he was here, she could feel it. She could sense it. The poor Jedi felt queasy as she looked around for him. She managed to figure out where he was all on her own, he had to be here somewhere. As more time passed she wondered what she was even doing here. She took a solemn step forward and her eyes shifted across the darkened room. She looked to the stairs. Maybe he was up there?

She took another step and a dark shroud seemed to creep up on her from behind. It hung over her head like dread. It was then that a cool low baritone seemed to reverberate in her ear. It was an immediate relief to her nerves.

"You look lost." Crosshair had said smirking. He was lent over, his lips just inches from her ear. "Did my little Jedi sneak out to see me?" He hummed, hands grasping her shoulders as he pulled back and stood at his full height. He looked down at her as she turned around to look at him quickly.

Dasibri felt like she was floating, his presence alone was enough to fluster her. She tried to remain at peace, in her usual state of tranquility, but the way he spoke left her blushing. His? She had thought to herself. The notion and the implications were enough to make her dizzy. She'd be thinking about this for hours. This was so wrong. She felt sick again in no time.

Only he could do this to her. Both ease and aggravate. Crosshair looked the most relaxed she'd ever seen him. He wasn't in uniform, not fully at least. He looked down at her, eyebrow raised in wait. He was still awaiting an answer.

"I didn't sneak out" she said, her voice wavering. "I just didn't tell anyone" she said trying to keep her voice even. She looked up at him, eyes looking over his face. From the looks of it, his last assignment hadn't been so kind to him. The bruise across his cheek bone looked a lot worse in person.

Crosshair chuckled slightly. Fingertips squeezing into her shoulders before one of them dropped. He casually slipped his arm around her, leaning down slightly to do it. Crosshair looked around for any more familiar Jedi, but he didn't find any. "Did you stalk me out all on your own?" His eyebrow raised in intrigue. "Are you keeping tabs on me?" He asked her seriously, his eyes staring into hers.

Dasibri tried to play it off as cool as she could. She looked up at him and met his stare. "What if I was?" She answered him back. The amusement in her voice was palpable.

A brief smile graced his face. The more Dasibri managed to draw out that scarce smile of his, the more she felt the butterflies in her stomach multiply. He held her close to his side. "Oh mesh'la" he said shaking his head whilst looking down. "What am I going to do with you?" Crosshair had asked her.

She was red in the face. She had to be. Dasibri could feel her cheeks burning. Her feelings for him were getting out of hand. A strange kind of contentment filled her, made her feel light and carefree. It was as soon as she enjoyed the moment, did she think about it. It sent her crashing back down. Her thoughts immediately resumed. They were getting too comfortable with each other. She had thought about him every night for the last week and when he acted like this...she was sure she was doomed.

It was the way he always stayed in contact. Whether it was a text or holocall every once in awhile, he would send a few transmissions here and there. Always making sure she knew he was only a few klicks away. It also certainly wasn't helping when he called her beautiful when he was intoxicated like this. How was she supposed to act exactly?

She knew it was against the rules and she knew it would end in heartbreak. Whether she had to leave him and stop this, or whether she left her order behind to peruse it. How could she not enjoy the happiness this brought? If attachments were forbidden, if they brought so much evil along with them...why did it feel so right? Why did his voice make her heart sing? There had to be a reason her hand fit so snugly in his. There had to be a reason. The tension inside her did little to dissipate. No matter how happy she was in her thoughts, the immediate realization of what it meant was enough to have her scared.

Crosshair was high in spirit that night. Yet another successful mission alongside his brothers was enough reason to celebrate and keep him moderately happy. But a call to report back to Coruscant in the morning? That was even better. That meant he'd be making a pitstop at the Jedi temple. And now it seemed that he didn't even have to. It seemed his sole reason to show up came right to him instead. All of that, mixed with the liquor in his system had him in quite the good mood.

He happily paraded the girl around on his arm as he made it back to the large booth his brothers were sat at. Each of them in their own various state of impaired. All minus Echo, he was the only one to fully keep his cognitive thinking skills intact. Despite being lost in the back rooms of 79's he still seemed on edge.

But Crosshair removed his arm from around the girl and stole a chair from the nearest table. He sat the stool down next to his and let her take her seat.

"So tell me, General." Crosshair said sarcastically, a wicked grin smothering his face. He knew how much she hated when he called her that. "Are you Jedi allowed to drink?" He asked her. His gaze flickered over her face, watching a sheepish and worried smile overtake her.

"I'd rather not.." she confessed. "Alcohol would impair my skills and my judgment. I'm afraid I don't drink" she told him. She sat down along with the others, her hands folded together tightly on her lap.

"I think it might already be impaired. You're sitting with us." Tech spoke up. His self deprecating joke didn't go unnoticed or unheard.

"Speak for yourself" Crosshair stated looking over to his brother who seemed happy enough nursing his third beer of the night. He picked up his own drink and look another sip. His eyes looked to the girl beside him. She was looking around the room, studying it and getting familiar with it. Her eyes were widened slightly, just absorbing the atmosphere around her. Crosshair found himself trying to hide a smile. His cheeks ached, he wasn't sure if he'd ever smiled this much in his life.

By the end of the night, Crosshair had more or less sobered up. The world was no longer blurred and his senses were just as sharp as ever. All that mattered to him was that he was capable of driving a speeder back to the Jedi Temple with a single passenger. In fact he was dead set on it. She may have drove herself but he was hellbent on making sure he took her home. He refused to let the girl drive, despite her being the sober one.

Maybe it was just an excuse to feel her arms wrap around his torso and hold on to him tightly. Or maybe it was his ego. Maybe it was even the fact that he felt the need to showcase his skills on a speeder? Neither of them would actually get an answer to that question.

It was like thousand thoughts ran through Dasibris head as she held onto him. Her grip tightened, her hands digging into the fabric of his clothes. She didn't want this night to end. Crosshair had just been so perfect that night. His hard exterior had dissipated for once and she was falling for him even worse than she originally thought.

She had learned quite early on that he had issues opening up to people. She'd gathered that much the first time she met him. From the way he treated her to the way he treated the world. She'd seen first hand how he treated the regular clones, he separated himself. Labeled them and himself as 'other'. Dasibri found herself lucky of gotten to know him so well. Or even to of seen him this many times. Her in-depth thoughts kept her occupied as Crosshair weaved through the traffic of landspeeders, shuttles, taxis, and the like. When she first met him she never thought she'd of ended up here. She squeezed onto him again and held onto him closely.

"You're alright, cyare" he spoke over his shoulder, making sure his voice carried. He could feel her grip tightening still. It was an attempt to sooth her worries. Although he didn't have a clue as to what she was actually worried about.

Dasibri felt her cheeks heat up again. He knew what he was doing. There was no way he didn't. She rested her head against the man's back. Once again sitting with her thoughts. She never would of thought that she would of enjoyed him this much. When she first met him, he set her alight with anger. His arrogance and his tough exterior, were now just a reason for a playful eye roll. She wondered if he felt the same. Had her own attitude off put him? What made him crack and come to her door? What made him keep coming back? At this point she wasn't sure why she kept coming back. She snuggled up against him as her mind replayed the events of the night. Every conversation, every smile, she wanted to remember everything.

Crosshair pulled up along the darkened landing pad connected to the Jedi temple. Due to the late hour, the lights were off and the entire strip was shrouded in darkness. The only light given came from the city and the beams of light from the speeder itself. Despite its artificial sky, the light pollution definitely dulled the space around them. As Dasibri hopped off the Speeder, Crosshair did the same. Standing up if just to talk to her properly a few minutes longer. As she turned to look at him he picked up his head and let out a content sigh.

When it came to his feelings for Dasibri, Crosshair had been anything but subtle. He was sweet on her and frankly he was just enjoying every moment he was lucky enough to share with her. Sometimes he wondered if this was a usual thing for her. Did she go out and see any regs like this? Was he the first clone to weasel his way into her life? As soon as his brothers weren't around, Crosshair didn't care to keep up the facade. Maybe he was growing soft but in this context, he didn't have a problem with it. When he was alone with his thoughts, alone with himself, he could just dare to venture down this path of thinking. He could dwell on these thoughts and think about these things for as long as he liked.

Of course, he never had the time to honestly sit and place his emotions. To wonder how far they could take this. Or if she even wanted to. Karking hell, he wasn't even sure what he wanted. But now, standing on the landing pad with only four moons as his witness Crosshair spoke up.

"I have a question for you." He said exhaling deeply. He leaning against the speeder, fearing his knees would give out other wise. As calm as he portrayed himself to be, he was worried about what was to come after. "I need to know.. what is this? Us, I mean. If there even is.." He asked her.

He didn't know what he was saying anymore, he was cringing in his mind. After so many nights losing himself in her, in her peace and drowning in the expanse of her. Crosshair needed an answer. It had been another night of him just listening to her talk and preach her philosophies. The hours of the night grew longer and he had never felt more at ease. This life that he lived was complicated but nothing was as complicated as the things he felt for her. He never knew how to express them. There had been so many things he had wanted to say. He just never could get them to come out in the way he wanted them to. In the way she deserved to hear them.

Dasibri felt her body go rigid. Every emotion and thought inside her body felt like it had shrunk to the most minuscule size. Leaving her stumbling over words and blinking dumbly. A Jedi Knight. One of the brightest of her time. How silly of a notion is that?

The silence spanned for what felt like decades. Giving Crosshair time and a half to think of every way he had ruined what he thought they could of had. He was practically already sitting back on the bike and ready to leave once she finally did speak.

Dasibri's voice came quiet. Soft and worried as she refused to meet his gaze. Her entire body felt red hot at her confession. "I cant." She told him. "I shouldn't... I'm not supposed to." The girl said holding her fists tightly at her sides. She had thought long and hard on the matter. Devoted days to the mere idea of it. Dasibri had studied it in her mind, looked at it from every angle, every turn. She had obsessed and pondered and now with the moment before her, she came up empty. "I cant hold attachments. I would love to, I have enjoyed every moment I've spent with you...but-"

Crosshair could see the blush overtake her face. He could hear the struggle in her words. He relaxed against the speeder and looked at her. He nodded and narrowed his brow in thought. As soon as the idea came to him he spoke aloud, accidentally cutting her off. "What if you don't have to? What if I'm holding an attachment, and you're just entertaining me?" He offered her, a self satisfied expression stretched over his face.

Dasibri blinked and thought on his words. She found herself smiling and almost laughing it off. He didn't seem to find it as funny. "I think that would hardly be fair" she said giving him a reluctant smile.

Crosshairs face was back to its stoic and stern blankness. It masked everything going on inside his head. "I suppose." He said squaring his shoulders and shifting his weight on the bike. "I wouldn't mind though." He had hesitated. The admission left him feeling cold, vulnerable. More vulnerable than he would ever like to feel.

Soft lips pressed against his if only for a moment. She tasted like the mocktail she'd been drinking back at the bar. She tasted sweet.

Dasibri pulled back and looked at him. Hoping her answer sufficed, he only stared at her. He was confused, more confused than anything. And yet, he didn't care. His hand lunged out, quickly grabbing ahold of her waist and pulling her close. Their lips met again.

Under the four moons of Corcusant, a catastrophic and irreversible decision was made. Dasibri Taraay and Crosshair locked lips with the understanding that their arrangement had shifted tones. If anyone caught them, it would mean their lives would be over. She would be expelled from the Jedi Order, and she would be outcasted. If it came out that Crosshair was in a relationship, with a Jedi no less, he'd be labeled a deserter. Who knew what would happen to him after that. But for the moment, neither of them cared.

That was the worst case scenario. Nothing else could possibly happen?

Right?

#star wars #the bad batch #bad batch #crosshair #tbb crosshair #star wars fic #Star Wars oc #Dasibri Taraay #Jedi oc #Crosshair X oc

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got-no-soul07 · 2 years

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Why so lonely?

Captain Rex x gn reader

Their first time meeting and getting to know each other.

Just fluff, no warnings

You didn't know what exactly brought you to the clone bar 79s that night. Maybe it was your too-drunk friends, who wanted to meet some clones in real life.

Anyway, because you decided to sit down at the bar, forgot, and abandoned by your friends.

Suddenly you noticed a handsome-looking clone sitting right next to you, but he looked a little different than his brothers. He had a blond buzzcut and a rather grim look on his face.

'Maybe he had a hard day' you thought. All of those men risk their life daily and get nothing back for it.

"Hey, I noticed you sitting all alone here and looking quite sad. Is everything okay and where are you brothers?" you asked him, surprised by your confidence.

"Oh no, I'm okay. I just got dragged out here away from my reports by my brothers. They said I should work less and enjoy my life a little, although I hate this place. I think at the moment they are on the dance floor if you search for one of them" he said in a rather serious tone.

"No, I just wanted to talk to you since you seemed so stressed and lonely. On top of that, I can relate to you, 'cause I don't even know why I came with my friends here in the first place" you laughed at him while taking a sip of your drink.

"How about we get out of here then? I don't think my vode nor your friends will miss us" he smirked at you.

"Sure, let's go. But what is even your name stranger?" you asked with a snuggle.

"I'm Rex, Captain of the 501st, and what about you Meshla?" the handsome Captain wanted to know.

"I'm y/n and thank you and your brothers for your service. I have the highest respect for how you risk your life for us every day" you told him while walking around the streets.

You just saw his eyes widen at your statement. "Thank you. Not a lot of civilians have this opinion about us or even thank us for keeping them safe. So I appreciate your thought behind it, but my vode and I were made for this purpose" he explained while his eyes darkened.

"You all are so much more than that Rex and all of you should be treated like heroes and nothing less," you told him as reached a nearby park.

"Thank you y/n. That means a lot to me" he said while looking into your eyes. The stars of the night made his hazel-colored eyes shine in bright light. Both of you stared into each other eyes till Rex suddenly cleared his throat.

"Ehm it's getting late. Do you want me to walk you home?" he asked you looking at the sky.

"Sure" did you make him uncomfortable?

................................................................................

You two reached your entry as you turned around to him. The way to your home was full of entertaining stories of Rex and a lot of laughter.

"Did I make you feel some kind of uncommfort as we were in the park? You seemed tensed after we had eye contact." you wanted to know.

"I was just nervous, 'cause you looked so pretty in the moonlight and I really wanted to kiss you. But before I would do anything like that I wanted to take you out on a date" Rex explained.

"Oh, I didn't think about it in that way," you admitted surprised.

"I want to take it slow with you because I feel a special connection between us and I want to make everything right for you. So please let me take to date the next time I'm planetside." Rex holds both of your hands while explaining his plans.

"Alright, then we're having a date next time. But wait, Rex?"

"Yes?" he stopped walking away and turned to face you again.

"What does meshla mean?"

"It means beautiful because you are. I'll comm you as soon as I'm back. Good night y/n" he smirked as he get going.

"Good night Captain. Can't wait to see you again"

#captain rex x reader #captain rex #captain rex imagine #clone troopers #clone wars #clone trooper rex #star wars imagine #captain rex x you #captain rex x y/n

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fandoms1queen · 2 years

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All Your Needs Part One

Warnings: NSFW, Public Fingering, Sexual Intercourse in Part Two

Part Two

The first time you see Rex is when the 501st sends an extraction team to your rendezvous point. The Dagobah system is in the middle of its flooding season and you huddle under one of the huge palm trees, shivering in your wet robes. You hear the ship before you see it, slowly climbing down from the dark clouds and dodging the abundance of vines. It lands a few yards ahead of you on a slight incline, but you wait till a clone steps out to emerge from your hiding spot. As he spots you, he turns to the other clones and then begins to run down the hill to you.

“General! We received your transmission. Are you and your squadron alright?”

You meet him in the torrential downpour and shout over a loud clap of thunder.

“It was just me.”

His helmet nods and you walk in pace with him to the ship. You finally get under the cover of metal and immediately begin to shiver. Another clone lets go of the handled door as it closes and bends down, grabbing a blanket, and throwing it over you. You grab it, wrapping it quickly around your body and collapsing onto your knees. You curl in on yourself and try to concentrate on all the heat still left in your body. You let the force flow through you and direct it more toward your vital organs.

“General,” you look up at the unmodulated voice and meet the eyes of the well-known Captain of the 501st.

“Captain Rex I presume?”

He nods and slowly bends on one knee in front of you.

“Do you need more heat?”

He brings a gloved hand to his mouth and pulls the black material with his teeth. You watch groggily and shiver as he spreads his warm hand slowly over your drenched cheek.

“It’s fine General, my armor protects me mostly from hypothermia. Take as much as you need.”

You let your mind spread to his and automatically feel the warmth of his aura. You can’t manage words, but you try to push your thoughts to his with a feeling of thankfulness. You're pretty sure it works as he gently runs a thumb across your blue lips.

The second time you see Rex is in the shower room. It’s not uncommon for you to have to shower among the clones. As their General, they think nothing of it for the most part. You, on the other hand, find it quite awkward.

Ahsoka walks unfazed into the showers and starts one of the shower heads. You stand with a towel wrapped around your body in the locker room. Steam covers most body parts, but your face flushes as naked clones pass by you. It’s not that you haven’t seen a man naked before, it’s not even that you haven’t showered with the clones before. It’s just seeing a specific blonde clone leaning against the wall beside the only open shower stops you in your tracks.

It’s not that you’re intimidated by Rex. He did save your life a few days ago. It’s just…you may have a slight crush on him. He just has a presence about him, and his demeanor is what drew you to him in the first place. He has an air of command that you appreciate and frankly he could order you around anytime he wanted, childish thought, you know.

You take a deep breath and slowly pull your towel off and throw it to one of the benches before gingerly entering the sweltering shower room. You keep your eyes forward and walk to the empty shower, starting the water as soon as you get there. You close your eyes and let your muscles relax under the hot water.

“Feeling better General?”

You feel your face turn red and you slowly open your eyes. You turn your head and look over at Rex. He leans a hand against the wall, but his body turns to face you. You don’t dare look down or move for that matter.

Rex seems to read your mind and slowly lets his eyes wander down your body. You feel your neck flush and a slight stir of arousal washes over you.

“Much. I never did thank you Captain…”

“Rex please. I was only doing my duty, General. We were designed to cater to all your needs.”

You know it’s a general statement. Other clones have said it to you before, but coming from Rex’s mouth you can only let your mind wander. The shiver that runs down your spine is noticeable even to you and Rex smirks, turning back to the shower and hitting the off panel.

“See ya around…”

He walks behind you and you jump slightly as you feel the outside of his wrist gently brush the edge of your rear end. Maybe it wasn’t on purpose, you wait for an apology but as you turn you watch him throw a look over his shoulder, smirking the whole way out of the shower room. You turn back to the water, close your eyes, and try hard not to think about how warm your body feels after just a simple touch.

This all leads to the third time you see Rex. It’s been a few months since you last saw the 501st. They just landed back on Coruscant for a time of shore leave. Anakin tasked you with retrieving Rex late one night. That’s how you ended up here, awkwardly standing in front of Club 79. The music pounds loud from within and your boots thump with the beat.

“Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing around these parts…”

A clone throws an arm over your shoulder and you tense. Alcohol washes through your senses and you frown as you turn your head upwards. A corporal smirks down at you and begins to slide a hand down your back. You pull away and move your cloak so he can see your lightsaber.

“I would refrain if I were you…”

He visibly pales and throws up his hands.

“Sorry General, I…”

You wave him off and then step through the sliding doors. The music is louder in here and the scent of stale sweat and alcohol pumps through the vents. You wait at the door and try to find a blue 501st marking in the sea of gray and white. You spot Fives around the same time he sees you. He leans against the bar and stands straight when he sees you. You make your way through the mass of people and ignore the looks you get.

“General…”

“Hello Fives, can you please take me to Captain Rex.”

“Of course.”

He takes your arm and begins to maneuver you through the dancing clones and alien beings to a back table. Rex, Kix, and Echo sit around the table. As they see you, they all spring to their feet and make their way around the rounded edge. Rex walks up to you and frowns.

“General are you alright? What are you doing here?” You open your mouth, but our tongue feels thick. His eyes sear into yours and yet you can’t make a single noise. The giggles from Fives and Echo shake you from your stunned state and you give Rex a bashful grin.

“I was actually looking for you, well actually Anakin was looking for you, I wasn’t…just happened to be available, and I…”

You stop yourself when Rex grins at you and take a deep breath.

“I need you to come with me.”

“Of course General.”

You turn and don’t miss the wink Fives gives you. Your face flushes and you lead Rex through the club and back out to the street. When you turn, his helmet is under his elbow and he is looking around at the drunken soldiers with mild interest until his attention turns back to you.

“Can I borrow your commlink?”

He nods and pops it from his arm, letting his fingers glide over yours as you take it from him.

“Anakin do you read me?”

A static meets you and then you hear him.

“Did you find him?”

“Yes, we’re together. Now what is it that you need us to do?”

“The Council is meeting in thirty minutes and while we are there I need you to go to the lower levels and look for a pirate for me. He is conspiring with someone to try and murder Chancellor Palpatine and Senator Amidala. The meeting is to decide if we should take him into custody, but by the time we’ve decided he could be shuttled off the planet. His last known whereabouts was the club Jazz Virtue. He’s renting a room through the hotel that connects with it. I need you to find out who he’s working for. He’s not dangerous, but I want Rex to go with you as a cover and extra protection.”

“A cover? What…”

Your eyes meet Rex’s and he smirks. Your mouth stops mid-sentence and your face flushes.

“As a couple. Rex looks different from other clones and once changed, no one will suspect you being a Jedi. I had a package delivered a few minutes ago behind one of the dumpsters. There is a change of clothes for both of you. Good luck.”

You hear the click of him signing off before you can say another word. You stare at Rex for a moment then sigh. No one ever said being Anakin Skywalker’s friend was easy.

You both look all through the alley until Rex finds a package behind one of the dumpsters. You open it and pull out an outfit for each of you. Rex will be wearing black robes that are commonly seen in the Underworld. The club Anakin mentioned is supposed to be dark, so it is unlikely anyone will get an up close look of Rex’s face. You will be wearing a shimmering gold dress. Frowning, you run the material through your hands. Does this even count as a dress?

“I will stand guard as you change General.”

You look up and his cheeks have a slight pink tint as he looks at the dress.

“It’s fine we can just change at the same time and save time.”

He nods and begins unlatching his armor. You turn away from him, both of you hid behind the dumpster, and begin untying your Jedi robes. From the looks of the dress, under garments are not possible. You pull your shirt over your head after shedding your pants and slowly risk a glance at Rex. He pulls his blacks off and you let your eyes graze over his chest. Scars are littered everywhere and when you look back up you meet his gaze.

“Do you need help, General?”

“No I just…”

You stop mid-sentence as he steps toward you, becoming very aware that you’re standing solely in your undergarments and he is just in his bottom blacks. His arm slowly rises to graze yours and you feel his hand press between your shoulders. Suddenly your bra is loose and you quickly put your hands on your chest before it falls off.

“There. Now we’re even. I thought you might need some encouragement.”

You swallow thickly and turn back away from him, face on fire. You let your bra fall and quickly pull the dress over the top of your body. As it lays around your stomach you sigh. You pull your underwear down to your knees quickly and shimmy the dress down the rest of the way. The sides are entirely cut out and the cut of the dress barely covers your nipples.

Turning around, you see Rex is tucking in his black shirt and zipping his trousers the rest of the way. He looks…normal. His molten eyes meet yours and he releases a breath.

“Wow…”

You blush and pull your underwear off your legs and dig for the shoes Anakin packed.

“Leave it to Anakin to pick the clothes where there’s no way I can hide my lightsaber.”

He smiles lightly and holds his hand out.

“Let me have it.”

You bend down and grab it and then gingerly place it in his hand. He must read your expression and touches your wrist gently.

“I will protect it with my life.”

**************

The shuttle bus drops the two of you off in the lower levels and you cringe as a large alien lifeform slinks through the shadows. Slow, sensual music comes from multiple sleazy clubs and you spot a few couples in the alleys. You blush as a Twilek is seen with his hand pulling the front of a woman’s dress down and cupping her breast.

Averting your eyes you look at Rex. He is scanning the area and you gingerly take his arm into yours. He looks down at you, surprised, and then gives you a small smile.

“Practicing already, princess?”

You scrunch your nose and start walking the street to the more livelier section, near the Jazz Virtue. The building is at an intersection of the Underworld, making it one of the more popular gang hangouts. A bouncer stands outside the door and you halt your movement, slightly out of his sight.

“Kiss me.”

“What…”Rex splutters.

“I need my lips to look swollen, so kiss me. That’s an order…”

You’re cut off by his lips harshly meeting yours. He backs you up to a grimy wall and presses his body into yours The softness of his lips don’t match the ferocity of the movement of his body. You can feel every muscle and tendon as your hands circle his neck and inadvertently pull him closer. He tilts his head to the side and you jolt as you feel the tip of his tongue trace slightly inside your mouth.

When he eventually pulls away, both gasping, he looks down at you and smirks. His eyes are as dark as the Sith robes seen in the Temple library books and you shiver as he bends his head down, nose tracing a line up the side of your neck, stopping so he can whisper in your ear.

“If you wanted to make out with me you should’ve just said so.”

You shiver and gently push his chest, ignoring the wetness between your thighs. He smirks and looks your face over.

“They’re good and swollen now. Why?”

“You’ll see.”

You step away from the wall and return to your original position, crossing the street to get ready to get in line. You push your chest out as the bouncer’s eyes meet your’s and bat your eyelashes. His gaze drops to your lips, then further to your breasts. Rex slightly grunts as the bouncer stops you from getting in line and motions the two of you over.

“A special treat for such a fine young couple tonight.”

Giggling, a sound very unlike your normal self, you snuggle closer to Rex’s arm and press your chest to him.

“Thank you! We just got married a few days ago and Clark said we get to rent a room here.”

He looks at Rex and smirks. Rex returns the look and your stomach sours at how much this is expected at this establishment, Anakin be damned. He clasps the rope back and motions you through.

“Enjoy.”

You feel his eyes roam over your back side until the black door closes behind you. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the darkness. While it was dark outside, it’s unnaturally dark in here with a low red light that flickers with the sensual music coming from the jazz room. You let go of Rex’s arm and blush as you see slightly into the room before you. Bodies are all over each other and you know there's no way around this. Rex gently places his hand on your exposed hip and you shiver, looking up at him.

“Come on, let’s find him.”

Walking slowly together into the room, the only thing grounding you is the pressure of Rex’s hand as it moves from your hip to your lower back, gently directing you to an empty booth in the corner with an ability to see all directions. Your face is on fire as you see a woman with her hand down another man’s pants.

Rex stops and leans down, whispering in your ear.

“Sit on my lap so you can look around.”

Nodding dumbly, he sits in the black booth, spreading his legs, and tapping his thighs. You ignore the flutter in your heart and gently slide between his legs and onto his left thigh, draping your legs over the other and turning your face to the rest of the bar. One of his hands rests on your exposed hip and the other on the top of your thigh. Trying to ignore the feel of his calloused hands so close to your heat, you gulp as your legs squeeze together seemingly on their own. He either doesn’t notice or chooses not to say anything.

Your eyes scan the bar looking for the said Arcona. Rex’s hand skims your exposed thigh absentmindedly as he nonchalantly looks around the room as well. You start to whisper something to him when he suddenly pulls you closer and dips his fingers right below the hem of your dress.

“We’re being watched. Play along princess.”

His lips graze the side of your neck and a gasp slips from your lips. You feel him smile against your skin and then he begins to suckle your collarbone. You attempt to look around to see who is watching, but as your skin becomes raw your eyes close and you hear myself moan under your breath. His fingers are at your vee now and suddenly...

“Y/N…”

You jolt as he uses your real name and look over at him. His pupils are blown wide and his lips are parted slightly. Your face burns as you feel his fingers slide through the wetness that is slowly leaking from between my legs.

“I can expl…”

He pushes a finger gently through your slit and shudder at the foreign contact. Before you can do anything else, he takes his hand out and pushes three fingers into his mouth. You groan and quickly stand, going to straddle him. If he were to look, he would see your entirety exposed.

He pops his fingers from his mouth and grins.

“Sweetest nectar I’ve ever tasted in the galaxy.”

Mission be damned, all your willpower goes out the window and you attach your lips to his neck. The sound that elicits from him makes you shudder and your cunt clenches, as if it was from your own wet dreams. You suck the saltiness in and then gently bite a crescent mark into his tanned skin, just below his collar of his shirt.

As you notice your hips starting a rhythm to his own, you also feel a foreign hardness along your cunt.

“Is that my lightsaber,” you ask as you detach your mouth from his delicious skin.

He laughs huskily and looks at your face for a moment.

“No princess.”

You look at his face and then realization dawns. You gingerly move your hips again, unsure of what to do, and he takes a deep breath as your clothed cunt drags across his cock. Heart pounding in your chest you start to drag your hands down his chest when you suddenly cease all movement, something drawing your attention behind Rex’s head. You spot a t-shaped figure loping toward the hotel and quickly dig my nails into Rex’s shoulder.

“I think he’s going toward the hotel rooms.”

He turns his head, watching the figure go through the sliding doors. Carefully retracting yourself, you fix your dress as he stands and adjusts himself. Your brain ready to get answers, but your body still in overdrive.

#captain rex x reader #captain rex x jedi #jedi reader #star wars fanfiction #star wars imagine #star wars #captain rex smut #captain rex #star wars smut #anakin skywalker #reader insert #y/n

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dragonrider9905 · 1 year

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The End is a New Beginning

Series: The Clone's Incomplete Guide for Navigating the Afterlife (We're Learning as We Go)

Summery: Tech died falling on Eriadu…what he did not expect was to wake up and meet two clones waiting for him: Fives and Mayday. Apparently they have unfinished business and it has to do with the Batch.

Warnings: Possible sadness at remembering character deaths but we're making an attempt at humor down the line....

Thank you to who decides to read this...I know this is a strange, sad, hopefully a little funny story/idea/concept. I just need to do this...I plan on a couple but life's made it hard to write recently. I plan on guest appearances like 99 or something. Hope you enjoy, I'd love to read what you thought in comments or reblogs. Thanks again.

Step One: You are dead, but very much alive….while being dead.

“Don’t you do it, Tech!”

Wrecker grasped the rail car as it jolted, throwing him off balance.

Tech sighed. There was no other way. It could be him, or all of them. Regret tugged at his heart. He hoped they could forgive him, especially the littlest of them all. It would be difficult for her to understand, he was sure. But at least she’d get the chance to try. He had confidence in her. She was brave and strong, just like her brothers.

“When have we ever followed orders?”

Shaking, the blaster’s sights were lined up; with a precise shot, the connection was severed.

“Plan 99”

For a moment, Tech thought he heard singing, a violin, music. He was rather disappointed his life didn’t flash before his eyes, it was always said it would. He would have liked to see his achievements, his brothers and sister one last time, smiling perhaps. Instead, he looked on toward Wrecker, his brother, watching him fall, reaching out as if he could pull him to safety, calling out his name. He saw, briefly, Omega's horrified face. He heard her scream. Her agonizing yells.

At least now she’d be safe.

He was glad he did it. For his family. This was it, this was the end. He made quite the end too. 99 would be proud. That alone was a reason to find peace in his soul in his final few moments.

He was free falling.

Through the air.

Down.

Till there was no more.

The world went black with a sickening crash.

— — —

Tech woke up and shook his head. He felt amazingly fine after such a fall. He was surprised he could sit up. He stretched and brought his hands to his face to adjust his goggles, surprised again to find they weren’t there…and he could see rather clearly. Perfectly, in fact.

Strange.

Hm, I must test this phenomenon. Could the fall have improved my vision? That is impossible?!

“Do you think he’s figured it out yet?” A voice said somewhere near him.

“Give him time, patience.”

“You didn’t even serve with a Jedi; I did, they are not all that patient so no preaching to me, buster.”

“It is an admirable quality anyway.”

Tech knew those voices. They were the voices of regs! The Imperials must have found him. He raised his hands in surrender.

“I surrender. Show yourselves and I’ll come peacefully.”

“I’ll take that as a no, he hasn’t noticed.”

“Be kind, Fives.”

“You mean like how I was with you?”

“No, definitely not.”

“He he.”

Fives? What could that clone mean?

Something uncomfortable stirred in Tech at the name. A familiar kind of uncomfortable. He knew logically it couldn’t be Echo’s Fives, but he felt a numbing coldness in his fingers.

Tech looked left and right but saw no one. Where were the voices coming from? He looked down as he pushed himself up off the ground and dusted himself off, even though, strangely enough, there was nothing to dust off. This wasn’t natural. He should have something. Blood, dust….something.

He looked up and jolted back, two regs smiling in his face. One draped his arm and leaned heavily on the other, whose arms were crossed.

“Hello there!”

They were not dressed in Imperial armor. Perhaps they found out about Eriadu from the same contact Echo got his info from. He wondered why they were here. Where was their ship? Perhaps he could contact the Batch if they’d let him. No doubt they would if they were with Rex.

“Greetings. How may I help you? I was wondering if it was possible...”

“Um, Tech.”

“How do you know my name?” Tech’s eyes widened in surprise. He was sure he hadn’t said it yet.

Tech went to adjust his goggles to regain his composure but found nothing there.

He was met with silence as the two clones looked at each other. The one with the beard stretched out his hand in a placating manner as Hunter often did.

“Take it easy, soldier, ok? I’ve got something to tell you….”

Tech looked back and forth between the two of them, then squinted closer at the one whose arm was draped over the bearded clone. He had a tattooed five on his forehead…..he looked familiar….

No.

He’d seen that face too many times before to NOT know it. He’d seen it in Echo’s holos. He’d heard the vivid description of the clone too many times in stories Rex and Echo would swap. He’d know that face anywhere.

Fives? THE Fives?

“I must have hit my head harder than I thought…” is all he managed to say out loud. “I’m seeing things…”

“Son, I’m sorry.”

He followed the line of vision of the bearded clone and Tech saw his own body, lying still.

He jumped back, stepping fully out of himself.

What?

His eyes went wide and he crouched next to his own head.

“Fascinating…”

“Well he’s taking it rather well.”

“Shut up, Fives.”

“What are you going to do, hit me?”

“I might.”

“Ha.”

Tech turned to them.

“I am familiar with Fives, as Echo spoke of you often. I am sorry, I do not know you. I am Tech…formerly of Clone Force 99.”

Tech reached his hand out to shake the other’s.

“I’m Mayday. Good to meet you, Tech.”

Tech was surprised he could clasp hands with him. Who knew ghosts could touch each other. Then again he was feeling things….not normally, but he still felt something. He must remember to share this…with…someone. Sometime. He was sure he could get someone to appreciate this fact, if he could tell them.

Fives reached out his hand and grasped Tech next.

“Good to officially meet you! Yeah, I’ve enjoyed hearing Echo tell those stories. I miss him a little less too, when I hear them. You were one of his favorites, you know Techy boy? I’m sorry to have you here with me, but it is also awesome. We get a chance to be brothers now too!”

Fives blinked. “But goodness, Tech, we got to get you goggles or glasses or something. You look so strange without them. Dang, it’s weird not seeing you with your goggles. Seeing you with them for so long is messing with me. Don’t you agree, Mayday? Obviously the real ones won’t do but we’ll figure something out. They’re his signature look…”

“Ok, ok we get your point, Fives. Depends on Tech. If he wants a pair, we’ll figure something out.”

Tech stared, resisting the urge to yet again fix the accessory no longer there. He felt a queasy feeling in his stomach, thinking about all the times he thought he was alone or with one of his brothers in the quiet…not knowing a ghost or two lurked by. Well, that would be him now, he thought.

“So…” he trailed off. How was this possible? He knew the Jedi talked about the afterlife. Some even attained what he and the others joked as the ‘ghost status’ but they were not Jedi…they were clones? How did this work? Why were they the only ones there? Were they assigned a specific mission or…..what was happening?

Mayday cut into his thoughts, seeing the creeping panic starting to appear on their new friend’s face.

“I know you have a lot of questions but they’ll be answered in time. What I can tell you is…we have unfinished business, and it appears your Batch has something to do with it. Fives here watches over Echo. I watch over Crosshair…I am unsure who you need to look after…now that I think of it, our ranks have grown; we can each watch over everybody. Goodness knows they need it. When our job is done, we can rest with our brothers in peace.”

“Crosshair? You know Crosshair?!?!”

Tech felt excitement for the first time in a long time.

“Ha, yeah I know him. Well, knew him. Good chap. Rusty exterior but he’s a good man..”

“Indeed he is. How is he? Where is he?”

“Ehhhhh,” Mayday rubbed his neck, “Hemlock’s got him…he shot his commander after the commander refused to help me. Could have gotten me aid but didn’t. I guess he was angry that I died. I think a part of him wishes he did too, watching him pull that bone head move. Gotta admire him for it, though, even if I wouldn’t have condoned it. He got arrested then sent to that wonderful human being.”

“I could use better choice words.” Fives rolled his eyes.

“You have.”

“I have.”

“And since, I’ve enjoyed the company of this wonderful being.” Mayday nodded toward Fives with a roll of his eyes.

“So hard to tell if you are being sarcastic or not, that hurts.”

Tech was stupefied.

“Crosshair? He hated regs…no offense meant….but you must have been special if Crosshair found it in his heart to call you friend.”

“He is.” Fives butted in. “But apparently, I’m a wonderful being and I need to know what that means. Come on, May, tell me, sarcastic or not? Because I am wonderful.”

Mayday sighed and shook his head.

“Odd how we knew each other for only 24 hours. Never know what effect you’ll have on someone. He was my friend, glad I could have been one to him when he needed one, still am it seems. Funny how I was chosen. I don’t get that, though I’m glad I was.”

“Yes, indeed, thank you. We all have been worried for him.”

“I know you have. Come on, Tech.” Mayday clapped him on the back. “It’s good to have you aboard. With you around, I think we’ll be able to do some good.”

“Wait wait wait! We need a name! We are officially a group now! What should we call ourselves?” Fives asked excitedly.

“We’re not exactly a batch, so scratch anything with that.” Mayday said thoughtfully.

“How about, Guardians of the Galaxy!”

Mayday and Tech looked at Fives unimpressed.

“The Protectors?”

Silence.

“Ok, fine, not that.” He huffed and crossed his arms with a pout. “Give me something to work with boys!”

Tech and Mayday looked at each other then shrugged. Fives sighed.

“Arrrgh ok, don’t be fun you two, I’ll think of something eventually. Now let’s get to work, shall we?”

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