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djarrex · 3 years

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Howie + Rex sandwich you say? Oh, I'm listening. 👀

Kendra I am SO GLAD you bring it up because !!!!!! lemme tell you :’)

Quick lil summary: Howie finds out about the relationship you have with Rex, but that only encourages the sinful idea that pops in your head.

|| Captain Howzer x f!reader x Captain Rex || 18+ only!!! unprotected piv, creampie, cumshot, teasing, vaginal fingering, spanking, licking, hair pulling, oral (m receiving). boy oh boy this is... yeah. 2.4k words of pure filth tbh. (also: minor tbb spoilers because, well, Howzer) and who knows, maybe there will be a part 2? We love Howie in this house ♡

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Two identical pairs of darkening, golden eyes watch as you saunter over to them - their gazes lustful and voracious. It's nerve-wracking, the prospect of being shared between two captivating soldiers like Rex and Howie. Although, it was kind of your idea in the first place - the two captains had no rebuttal, no qualms, no argument as to why not.

For the most part, your little relationship with Rex has been kept a secret. You'd been working closely with Captain Howzer from the start of the Republic occupation on Ryloth, which was about a cycle or so ago. Then he started becoming a little suspicious about Rex's random, unannounced visits to the Twi'lek populated planet, and soon after, the loth cat was out of the bag. The high probability of Howie finding out about the two of you was never something that overly worried you, because quite honestly, they're more similar than they may realize. You knew he wouldn't report you two, and you were correct in that assumption. What you did not expect, though, was for your own mind to turn the corner to such a dark and filthy place when you had nervously suggested giving Howie some first-hand experience in the physical aspects of you and Rex's relationship.

“Look at her, Captain,” Howzer says with a dark chuckle while palming himself over his blacks. His eyes rove over your body, totally blatant and eager as he continues, “Such pretty lips... I wonder what she can do with them, but I’m sure you already know all about it.” Rex smirks at that little jab, nodding in agreement and keeping his gaze on you; you’re standing in front of them, front and center, completely bare - a wanting, waiting meal for their hungry eyes to feast upon.

“You’re right, Captain, I know just how well she can put those pretty lips to use.” Rex lifts a hand, reaching towards you and you tentatively grab it; he pulls you stand between his parted legs, softening his expression for the moment while searching your eyes for any signs of hesitation. “What do you say, cyare? You wanna show Captain Howzer what you can do with those perfect lips of yours?” Hearing them refer to each other as “Captain” in this back-and-forth power trip has your cunt tingling and clit throbbing - this is going to be fun. Rex notes the sly smile curling at the corner of your mouth - wordlessly telling him all he needs to know. Your eyes flick over to the other captain as a surge of confidence washes over you; you nod slowly, squeezing Rex’s hand in yours before retracting and taking the two steps to stand directly in front of Howie. His hair is tidy in that brushed-up style he so often sports, and all you want to do is yank and tug to where it’s beyond repair.

“Where do you want me, Captain?” you breathe out while lightly brushing your nails through his buzzed undercut, just above his ear. The quiet groan that falls from his lips only encourages you as you press your nails just a little harder into his scalp. You’re lost in Howie’s eyes with the way he peers up at you more desperate than before. His teeth peek out as he takes his lip between them - his eyes glued to the way you so subtly run your tongue across your bottom lip while continuing to run your nails through his prickly, buzzed hair. He’s so pretty - staring up at you like this all while is cock grows harder and harder in the confines of his blacks. The scar on his cheek is the next thing to draw your attention - it’s unique, a sign of a warrior, a sign of surviving battle. Howie must not have been wearing his teal-accented bucket in one, unfortunate instance to have acquired such an interesting facial scar, and for some reason that image has your knees getting weaker the longer you stand in front of him. The scar looks pretty, engrained into his cheek this way - it adds to his already striking features, making him even more breathtaking. The same goes for the smaller, matching one on his chin, just below his adorable pout. You want to taste him, feel him on your tongue, feel it on your tongue. Fuck, you want to do it...

So you do.

Before you can even register acting upon such a wild desire, you’re leaning forward - Howie’s eyes widening as your tongue sticks out and lands flat against the sharp curve of his jaw. Slowly, you begin applying a good amount of pressure with your tongue before moving upwards and gliding across his scar - the little divots along the thin, destroyed tissue tickles your taste buds. He shutters as another low groan falls so effortlessly from his parted lips - a sound you desperately want to hear more of. Upon standing back up you notice the faint shimmer along his cheek and how he goes back to biting his lip in that way that's sending spiraling desire throughout your body.

Rex clears his throat suddenly, deliberately, breaking your little trance.

“Captain,” Rex barks while grabbing your hand and pulling you away. “She asked you a question,” he so matter-of-factly reminds his entranced vod.

“Right.” Howie blinks and shakes his head before turning to point at the center of the mattress - you mentally take an educated guess as to where the lads want you positioned for them. “Pretty thing,” he coos. “Why don’t you get on your hands and knees right there in the middle of the bed, hm?” Nearly tripping on Rex’s feet, you dart onto the mattress, positioning yourself so that you’re facing the wall and your ass is angled the way you know they’ll appreciate. Simultaneous chuckles erupt from both of them, no doubt aimed at the eager way your hips rock back and forth so impatiently.

After a few moments of undressing, Howie climbs onto the bed and shuffles on his knees to move in front of you - his cock now free of its prison and jutting out just inches from your glistening lips; you’re practically drooling at the sight. It's his turn to rake his fingers through your hair; as soon as his blunt nails make that first scrape along your scalp, you whimper aloud and he just grins.

"So, so pretty," he murmurs while tracing your lips with the bulbous head of his cock - the dribble of precum catching at the slit of your mouth. "Open up, gorgeous." You do - letting your jaw slack, allowing him to push in as deep as he'd like. The same fingers combing through your hair now travel to the back of your head - threading between your roots and gripping at your scalp firmly. He slowly begins inching into the warm cavern of your mouth, groaning every time your tongue involuntarily swipes along his girth as it pushes towards the back of your throat. Your lips tighten around him when he begins his languid thrusts, and you do your best to keep your gaze up and at him while engulfing nearly every last centimeter of his throbbing cock. With one hand in your hair and the other caressing your cheek, you’re being held in place while he makes you swallow him whole - your own hands pressing into the mattress with the single job of keeping you up and balanced.

Howie is so achingly beautiful in this moment - his now unkempt, thick strands of hair hanging over his forehead, resting carelessly just above his furrowed brow and squeezed-shut eyelids. His jaw is hanging wide open, allowing the deep, gargled noises of pleasure to filter through. Watching Howie like this, and hearing him - it’s making you clench hard around nothing, even more so than before.

"Captain," Rex calls from behind you. Howie’s eyes snap open, now looking in the direction of where Rex is surely ridding himself of the rest of his garb out of your sight. It's clear to you that non-verbal communication ensues between the two of them as Howie picks up the pace; the sudden dip in the mattress at your feet from the weight of Rex joining you excites you. As if Rex can read your mind, he slowly swipes a finger through your folds - gathering the evidence of your arousal and spreading it around before prodding at your hole. You moan - a deep hum erupting from your center that is muffled by every thrust of Howie’s hips, making him echo you from the feeling of those vibrations buzzing through his cock. His thumb brushes the apple of your cheek as drool seeps from the weakening seal of your lips, descending down like syrup and onto the sheets beneath you.

“F-mmm- is she wet, Rex?” Again, you whimper with your lips loosely enclosed around his cock when Rex continues fumbling around in your folds - you can hear how wet you are, even over the dull gargling sound of your throat getting hammered. “Whatever you’re - mmph - doing back there, keep d-doing it. I’m - shit - gonna cum on this pretty little face.”

Wordless, Rex slides two fingers into your molten entrance - turning the pair back and forth while slowly pumping them in and out. You’re so worked up that your body is already screaming for that release, and you feel it building up quicker than you have time to realize. That familiar tingling sensation burns through your lower stomach, and only intensifies when Rex curls his fingers and quickens their pace - rapidly hitting that glorious spongey spot along your walls that you're never able to hit going solo. Your muffled squeal has Howie growling and pulling your hair tighter than before as he pops you off of him before taking his drool-coated cock in hand, working himself that last little bit with the help of a firm grip and quick motions at the head. You’re trying to catch your breath and Rex continues to finger-fuck you through it all, and seconds later, your cheek is being splashed with spurts of thick, tepid release. Instinctively, your tongue pokes out and catches the tangy spend that’s painted around your lips - letting out a sinful sound of approval.

“There you go, pretty thing,” Howie says with a smirk while leaning down to be eye level with you and pinching your spit-soaked chin between his fingers - turning your head slightly to the right as he admires his work. “Since you like my scar so much-” he chuckles darkly while rubbing your bottom lip with his wet thumb before guiding it into your mouth, “-now you have a little something to match.”

It takes you an embarrassing amount of time to catch on to what Howie was implying - it hits you but disappears within seconds because Rex has lined himself up behind you and slid into your wet walls all in one fluid motion. You mewl in both shock and pleasure - Howie opting to keep his thick thumb secure between your lips with his fingers clamping under your chin to keep your jaw closed around him.

“Suck,” the man in front of you commands, his eyes narrowing beneath his untidy hair. You’re unable to process anything of the sorts - totally unable to form any coherent thought with the way Rex’s hips are smacking so loudly against the meat of your ass and the feeling of him prodding at your cervix, making your body wince with each hit. The flesh surrounding your hips fall victim to a bruising grip - Rex holds you steady while fucking you so hard and deep that you’re practically choking for air.

Suddenly Howie rips his thumb from you and traces it along your cheek - collecting the thick release coating your skin and bringing it back between your lips. You’re panting and moaning and trying to lick up everything Howie offers to you - trying to be good for him. Peeking down quickly you see how he’s already hard again, his cock bobbing with each beat of his heart, and that makes your mouth water for more. He must’ve noticed how your glossy eyes are glued so shamelessly to his groin, staring hungrily at his revived member from the dark curls at the base to the swollen head, when he starts to pump himself at his own leisure.

“No, pretty thing,” he shakes his head and makes you look into his eyes with the fingers still cradling your jaw. “I want what the Captain’s having.”

Rex’s grunts become louder, more desperate, as he approaches his climax. You’re right there yourself, whining and whimpering while looking into Howie’s eyes as Rex pounds you into the next system. Howie is just sitting patiently on his haunches, relaxed and pumping himself to the sight and sound of you getting railed from behind. You clamp around Rex’s cock with a shout, and seconds later he stills his hips as his pulsating length spits its release into your strangling walls - that warmth blooming deep inside you making you shutter and moan from the sensation.

“Shit, Howzer, come take a look at this,” Rex calls him over from behind you as he eases himself out of your clenching cunt. Howie climbs off the bed and disappears from your vision - leaving you to stare at the paint peeling off the dull wall, miraculously still holding yourself up on shaky hands. A quick slap on your ass has you rocking forward - low groans coming from the men staring at your puffy folds behind you. “Cyare, tell your Howie how beautiful this tight little pussy looks with my cum dripping out of her.” Your face burns at Rex’s filthy command but you’re too far in this to care.

“I- I look beautiful with Rex’s cum dripping out of me, Howie.” You’re shocked at how effortlessly those words fell from your swollen lips - but fuck, you love it, and the men’s shared mumbles of filthy praise only egg you on.

“Fuck, what a good girl she is, Captain, but I believe it’s my turn now, hm?” Howie’s voice is firm yet careful - he knows who you truly belong to.

“Cyare.” Rex steps into frame with his shimmering, semi-hard cock in hand. Your eyes lock with his, and his expression hardens. “I want to hear you beg your Howie to fuck your tight little pussy.”

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ebaeschnbliah · 6 years

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LOVE IS A BURNING THING

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"He (Sherlock) wants to rise above us like a snowcapped mountain, but he’s actually a volcano." Steven Moffat (IGN interview, February 2014)

A volcano is associated with fire, flames, heat, explosions, erruptions, ash .... One could easily say that the inside of a vulcano is a rather hellish place.

Recently @gosherlocked wrote a very interesting meta about the topic of fire ('Set this house on fire') and @tendergingergirl added some equally interesting informations about the fire symbolism in dreams.

What I want to play with here, is 'FIRE' as a metaphor for LOVE ... as I did already a little bit in a comment on this post by @sherlockshadow which got this whole FIRE=LOVE theory in my head really going (and Johnny Cash, of course). :)))

If Sherlock BBC is a story told from the inside of Sherlock's head - partly or entirely - the audience perceives those parts exactly how Sherlock envisions certain things .... and not how they really are.

All that matters to me is the work. Without that, my brain rots ... love is a dangerous disadvantage ... the chemistry is incredibly simple, and very destructive ... all emotion is abhorrent to me. It is the grit in a sensitive instrument ... romantic entanglement, while fulfilling for other people ... and so on and so on ....

This is what Sherlock thinks about emotions and LOVE. Would it be very far fetched to assume, that he might compare LOVE to a serial killer or to a poison, to fire and flames. Anyone can become LOVE's victim and then even the most clever and intelligent people tend to turn into useless idiots. Does Sherlock view LOVE as something extremly dangerous and destructive to his mind and therefore to his work? Or to put it much more dramatically: does Sherlock depict love as a spawn from hell, created by the devil?

Let's see what FIRE (in all its shapes) is able to reveal ... under the cut ....

The 'pink case' .... already a red-hot topic

It's much more obvious in PILOT (here) but in ASIP the pink case is indeed a 'burning' one as well ... though mostly hidden by the chair.

Effectively (not on Sherlock though) the serial killer uses a fire-spitting gun.

Dragons are fiery creatures

And a rather dangerous dragon - a yellow one, the color of fire - rises its head in TBB. It threatens Sherlock and drags his heart (John) underground into it's dark den .... to shoot at it (Sarah the 'pretty doctor companion' as mirror for John) with a really, really big arrow (X)

Explosion from the outside

A bomb explodes opposite 221 in the very house where in canon (in ACDs The Empty House) the words are spoken: 'journeys end in lovers' meetings' (Shakespeare, Twelfth Night X X ) It shatters the windows and throws Sherlock violently to the ground.

Challenged by a mysterious player, Sherlock discovers a new and exciting game. The boredom vanishes and he feels elated .... he is 'on fire' ... until suddenly this 'novel' game changes and 'fire' turns into a mortal threat. 'I'll burn you. I'll burn the heart out of you'. Ohhhh ....

The Boomerang-Effect

That's when carefully laid out plans are starting to backfire and heads are smashed in by things returning from the East.

And fire does expose Sherlock's priorities. Protect the heart! He reacts by sending the threat away to a forsaken place ... to perish there. Hot and dry. Full of whirring heat by day, freezing cold by night. A desert. But then ... in the end Sherlock can't let that happen ...

Dewer's Hollow

The entrance to hell? Where the devil resides? Who lets loose a ghostly monster hound with glowing red eyes.

A hound from hell who creates fear and panick to keep the inquisitive at bay. Poisoned air directly from the depths of hell .... released with every step one takes ... driving people into insanity ... into seeing things that aren't there ... seeing monsters where no monsters are.

What's the final problem?

Has Sherlock worked out by now how it will be done? How he will be burned to a crisp like the gingerbread man?

He has been told, but did he listen? How can he escape that handshake in hell? By running away? Maybe? He will try ...

An ocean of flickering candles

Is it here where Sherlock lands after his .... flight? Fire and flames everywhere he goes? Fire and torture ....

Escaping the dungeon and back into the fire

A case from the past destined to lure him back ... involving a fire damage. Sherlock knows it's fake.

Soon the burning starts again and gets worse than ever. His heart (John) is thrown into a bonfire and left to roast. It's a last minute rescue. And the danger is still far from over.

A massive attack is imminent! Sherlock's brain knows this. But where should he look for it? A network of underground transport .... trains and tunnles. Of course, it can only be underground. And it's not just a bomb .... not just a giant bomb ... the whole carriage is the bomb and demolition charges are installed everywhere ....

Sherlock has a vision: He is inside that carriage ... a man engulfed in flames ....

The whirring heat goes right up the high tower, spreads through the whole parliament, the goernment, the brain .....

The palace is hit by a massive explosion. Old walls of solid stone are cracking and bursting and crumbling down into rubble and ashes and licking flames.

Oh, shit! Sherlock uses the off-switch just in time to stop his brain exploding! Now he can play the 'danger' down and risk a joke with his angry heart ....

The living, breathing facade

A proud warrior, the former commander of a heart ... but now living an isolated life, way out in the middle of nowhere ... with a badly burned and useless hand, with visible scars in his face (and how many might be hidden under his uniform) This soldier watches in stoic calmness how a heart (his heart) decides to marry a facade.

And Sherlock ... who has planned and rehearsed this wedding down to the last detail ... watches his mirror watching .... and takes a look at the inexplicable.

Another last minute rescue and a revelation. Something has taken hold and is growing. Oh .... might this be .... ???

Keeping the heart safe

That's still Sherlock's first priority ... to keep his heart safe behind the facade. But the drug, the poison (the chemistry of love) is working already. A man pisses into a cold fireplace, a bullet is fired into Sherlock's chest, a memory stick gets thrown into the fire and another bullet to the head 'deletes' the mind palace of the businessman who pissed in the cold fireplace..

'Stand fire! Do not fire on Sherlock Holmes! Do not fire!' ... the brain shouts bevor it tries to sends Sherlock away to the East ...... to die ....

two hidden notes inside a library of secrets and scandals

two times Sherlock is ready to go away forever to save his heart

two times Sherlock is brought back by the criminal mastermind ... because his heart is in danger if he leaves the heart alone.

Taking on a new case

'Sometimes, to solve a case, one must first solve another.' That's what happens in TAB. Sherlock lays aside the 'burning pink case of romance' and opens another one ... a very old one .... the cold case of: 'what made me like this?'

TAB is set in victorian times. And from the beginning to the end it is filled with real fire. No electric light but living, breathing, flickering flames. Burning candles, gas lamps, candelabras and torches. Braziers ablaze in flames illuminate the crypt where the secret cult is chanting. The shut down voices of 'a league of furies'.

The consulting detective and the criminal mastermind .... both are bathed in the red and orange hue of licking flames ....

The whole episode is on fire - dark and glowing at the same time - and Sherlock ist high on an overdose of drugs (chemistry of love) throughout it.

When a facade is crumbling down

A young man, back from Tibet, burns in his car and a blue Power Ranger melts on the grille.

A journey through many waters. From the waterfall in TAB to a licking wall of blue flames which consumes the fallen facade.

Blue is the color of water and emotions. In TST even the fire seems to be colored by emotions .... becaus the firewall is gone now and the path clear again for the Eastwind to come ....

The angry heart

Another episode where Sherlock is 'high' from beginning to end. And again fire plays a big role. This time though mostly in words.

Sherlock left his flat? .... 'Was it on fire?' .... 'Quality food' licked by open flames .... 'We must not burn our bridges' ..... 'I'm burning up! I’m at the bottom of a pit and I’m still falling and … I’m never climbing out' .... 'I’m a mess; I’m in hell!'

And that's Sherlock's mission .... he has to go to hell .... to meet another serial killer.

He has to go to hell to trick his angry heart into action. His angry naked heart who has lost the protection of the facade and refuses to speak to him. It is deeply hurt and seething with rage. Nonetheless they need one another. And Sherlock's plan works. In the very last second (with a littel nudge out of the door) his heart rushes to his rescue .... armed with a .... fire extinguisher.

The final problem

Eurus sends the 'passions grenade' to 221b Bakerstreet ('patience greande' I know :) And because Eurus sends this 'passions grenade' I call her a very wise woman/incarnation/anima/shadow ... whatever. :))))

The explosion goes off right in the middle ot the living room and it hits 221b with massive force. Realistically, no one could survive this. Neither Sherlock, John or Mycroft ... nor Sherlock's Belstaff or John's chair or any other flammable thing in that room. Therefore I consider all three of them ... deaded .... completely and utterly deaded .... Thankfully, this whole story happens inside Sherlock's head and therefore 'deaded' doesn't mean 'dead' in real life. It's just a metaphor ....

'Killed in an explosion of burning love' ... sounds good to me. :)))

The burning of old Musgrave Hall .... is it a sign for a past trauma? Or is it a sign that an old proplem has been resolved? Will there be more stories to tell? If so ... when and where will Sherlock, his heart and his brain reappear? The last scene shows them running right onto Rathbone Place. Well, maybe Sherlock isn't quite done with his thought journey yet ..... there's always something ..... :))))

December, 2017

I leave you to your own deductions. Thanks @callie-ariane for the scripts.

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