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Could I request teenage cadets Rex and Cody, mutually crushing on each other but not quite dating yet and some sweet kind of fumbling flirting? Some of that teen crush giddiness 💞

(Awwww cute!)

Kote has a problem, a very big one, and it’s not even something that he can go to his batchmates for, because he’s sure that if he opens up about that, they’re just going to make fun of him, and he knows that if they begin with that, he’ll have to break their noses, and then who’s going to deal with Alpha’s lectures? Nah, it’s not worth it.

It’s not even that big of a deal, c’mon! It’s dumb that he worries about it so much, not when there are way more important things that he should rather focus on. What if his performance begins lacking because he’s distracted?

He should just stop chickening out like this and complimenting Rex the way he wants to, but the problem is: how can he do it, without appearing narcissistic? They’re clones, after all, so wouldn’t it look like that, by complimenting him, he’s complimenting himself? Sure, he could say something about Rex’s mutation, but what if that makes him feel like a freak?

No, no, no, no. He can’t have that. At this point he should just suck it up. Besides what would even be the chances of Rex returning his crush?

 Little does he know, however, that Rex shares a similar problem.

He isn’t good with people, so how is he supposed to flirt with Kote without making it weird? And what if Kote doesn’t respond well to his words and things get weird anyways? Ugh, this is impossible!

Why did he have to go and catch feelings for him, of all people? Because he’s awesome, that’s why, but what if he ruins everything, now? He’s fine with being just friends, he doesn’t want to lose him because of a stupid crush.

Ugh, what to do?

 The universe, apparently, has it out for both of them, because they’ve been assigned together as sparring partners, which means having to be in close proximity with one another. Oh no, this isn’t going to end up well at all: their performance will suck, and they’ll be humiliated in front of all the other cadets for it.

Rex gulps, nervously reading their designation numbers again and again on the datapad carrying the assignment, hoping each time that he’s read wrong, but no, that’s Kote’s number alright.

He turns towards the other cadets, each with a datapad in hand, and then his gaze meets Kote’s. He must’ve read that they’re going to be partners for the day. Oh no, he’s approaching him.

“Ready to show them who’s boss?” he asks, bumping his shoulder against Rex’s, who smirks, almost forgetting about his initial troubles.

“You mean to kick the shit out of you? Then yeah,” he retorts, in fact.

“As if you’d manage to do that. Face it, Rex, I’m better than you.”

A chuckle. “We’ll see. We’ll see.”

 In the end, Rex does get his ass kicked. That’s just how things are when you spar with Kote.

Still, in his humble opinion, he didn’t do so bad himself, though he’s probably the only one who thinks that.

Oh well, at least he did manage to get a few good hits on him, so it could’ve been worse, he guesses. They haven’t been reprimanded for their lacking performance, so they mustn’t have sucked that much.

Though, there was something in the way Kote moved and acted that… He doesn’t know, but it was weird. It was almost like him, but thinking about it, it’s probably because he’s just projecting his own emotions into Kote, and nothing more.

 “Rex? Hey, Rex!”

“What?!” he exclaims, shaking his head. He spaced out right while he was in the middle of getting his shirt off; he must’ve looked like an idiot.

After sparring they’ve decided to hit the freshers so that they could shower. Rex said yes at first, without realizing the implication of having to stay in such close proximity with Kote during that kind of situation, but when he realized it, it was too late to go back. He just needs to suck it up, though he must admit, he’s not doing a good job of it.

Kote looks at him, cocking his head to the side. He remains silent for a moment, then he says, serious. “Alright, out with it.”

“What do you mean?” Rex asks, confused.

“There’s clearly something that’s bothering you, so c’mon say it.”

 Oh no, absolutely not. He can’t say it! Kote won’t ever want to talk to him anymore if he does!

He needs to find out something else to say, and he needs to do it quickly…

 “I was just wondering what the hell the longnecks are feeding you,” he says in the end, which isn’t bad, if only he hadn’t continued, “You could kick my ass every day and I’d thank you.”

The pleased expression on Kote’s face soon becomes shocked when he utters those last words. “W-What?”

“I-I mean…” Rex stutters, unable to continue. Shit, he didn’t mean to say that! Oh, this is bad… “It was a joke!” he tries, then, hoping that he can manage to convince Kote. “Just a joke! Ahahah, I got you!”

They stay like this for a moment, both unable to speak, nor do anything else. Then Kote is the first one to move, looking away and clearing his throat. “I wouldn’t mind.”

Now it’s Rex’s time to exclaim “What?!”

“No, wait, that came out wrong!” Kote immediately replies, looking on the verge of panic. “I meant that I like sparring with you! So, uh… What if we ask to get always assigned as each other’s sparring companions?”

“Really?” Rex can’t help but to ask, surprised and honored by such a request.

Kote nods. “Yeah…” He scratches the back of his neck. “I mean, you fight well, very well, so…”

 Man, this is awkward. How are they both so bad at this?

 “A-Anyway, we should hit the showers before more people arrive, wouldn’t you agree?” Kote suggests, and Rex quickly agrees. Anything to escape that awkward situation.

“Yeah, let’s go,” he says, sending Kote a weak smile, smile that gets, however, returned quite warmly.

Oh, maybe things aren’t going to be that bad after all.

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Can I request some established relationship Fives and Echo having sex in the cockpit on the way to (or coming back from) an ARC mission away from the rest of the 501st? Playful and affectionate if possible 🙏 Bless you for writing these.

(You got it anon!)

(Fic under the cut)

A good thing about the ship he they’ve been granted for this mission is that it has a function to turn on the automatic pilot, so that neither Echo nor Fives need to worry about where they’re flying to.

They suppose that since ships of this kind are usually meant for just one person, they had to implement a way to make so that it could still be going even when the pilot needs some rest, though that’s not the reason why they’re using it right now, not at all.

Echo’s view is completely obscured by Fives’ massive frame, as he’s sitting on his lap, but he can’t say he doesn’t like it; besides, he can see a bit beyond him, and isn’t it incredible, to have Fives like this, with the stars surrounding them?

His behavior doesn’t go unnoticed, and Fives can’t help but to smirk at the way Echo’s looking at him. “Like what you see?”

In response, Echo draws him closer by the hair for a heated kiss. “Very.”

He doesn’t get him naked despite how much he wants to, but only because who knows, something might happen and they need to be prepared for that. Maybe another time, he will.

He still manages to lower his blacks enough to uncover, well, let’s say the “important parts”. There’s nothing he loves more than the sound Fives is making as he jerks him off, getting him all nice and relaxed; Fives immediately goes slack against him - it has been a while.

“Mmmmh, Echo…” he moans. “Please, I want you.”

“You have me already,” Echo, the smartass, replies with a small smile on his face.

“C’mon…” Fives grumbles. “Please, fuck me…”

“Don’t have lube,” Echo replies. Sure, he’d love to fuck Fives so much that he wouldn’t be able to stand straight, but he doesn’t want to break him. “When we get back,” he adds, then, because as much as they can’t do it now, it doesn’t mean that the prospective has been barred from them forever.

At his words, Fives groans. “Yes. Later is fine.”

They go back to kissing, while Echo still continues playing with Fives’ cock.

He does feel a bit bad about not being able to go along with Fives’ request, so he still brings a hand behind him, first cupping his ass, squeezing it when Fives begins to grind against him, then stretching a finger between his cheeks, circling his rim.

Fives tenses for a moment, his body twitching, and when Echo lightly prods inside - very lightly since he doesn’t want to make it burn - he moans. “F-Fuck… Echo…”

Echo loves hearing his voice when he gets like this, so whiny and desperate for him to take care of him - and he will take care of him, oh yes.

“Wanna come? Make my armor all dirty?” he asks, speeding up his movements without even waiting for Fives to actually reply. As if he doesn’t know the answer already; he doesn’t need to be a Jedi to see into Fives’ mind.

“Yeah!” Fives exclaims. “Echo… Please…”

Echo chuckles, leaning to leave a trail of small kisses on Fives’ neck. “Your wish is my command.”

He speeds up his movements, and this time he presses a digit inside Fives, wiggling it a bit, just to give him something more.

A chuckle erupts past his lips again at the way Fives swears, coming immediately thanks to the intensity of Echo’s ministrations, getting all his cum on Echo’s armor, painting it white - not that he cares.

When Echo lets him go, it’s like he deflates, collapsing over him with his head resting on the space between Echo’s neck and his shoulder.

“You’re an ass,” he grumbles, but even though Echo can’t see him, he can feel the way his lips are smiling against his skin.

“Shut up, you love it,” Echo retorts, though there’s no bite in his voice.

They stay likes this for a while, but eventually Echo’s “problems” become too big for him to ignore them, something that Fives understands immediately when Echo pushes against him hard, hoping that the added pressure on his codpiece might alleviate his need.

Fives shakes his head. “You’re hopeless,” he teases Echo, though he gets off of him with the intention of helping his cyare in need… but not without having some fun first: he begins with cleaning the stains he left on Echo’s armor by licking them off, something that of course has some effects on Echo, who shivers and whines when he realizes what Fives is doing.

“You’re going to kill me,” he mutters, covering his face - now a few shades darker - with a hand.

Fives chuckles. “You’re a big boy, you can handle it.”

He goes lower and lower, until he’s kneeling between Echo’s spread legs. With some difficulties he manages to get his codpiece off and to free Echo’s cock from the constraints of his lower blacks, looking up at him and winking before going to town.

Knowing that Echo’s at his limit, he doesn’t even bother teasing him or going slow, opting instead to take his whole length in his mouth, grabbing the other’s thighs to keep himself steady as he rhythmically bobs his head up and down, not without making wet sounds that would’ve made Echo cringe if only he wasn’t so lost to the sensation. All he can feel is Fives sucking his dick; outside of that there’s nothing.

He comes quite fast, and relieved that Fives hasn’t decided to toy with him instead of giving him what he needed - that would’ve been a low move, very low.

Only after he’s milked every last drop out of Echo, Fives pulls away. His throat is a bit sore for the effort, but it’s nothing too bad. He’ll live.

He gets distracted from his thoughts when he feels Echo brush his thumb against the angle of his mouth, then Echo takes his face between his hands, guiding him up so that he can kiss him. Fives hums in the kiss and he lets Echo do as he pleases, both enjoying the aftermath of two very pleasant orgasms, though it soon ends when Echo pulls away.

“When we get back,” he begins in facts, “I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll barely be able to stand.”

“That a promise?” Fives teases him, but it’s just so that he can hide how much he likes that prospect, though Echo still manages to see through him if the way he voraciously kisses him is of any indication.

They couldn’t get back fast enough.

Frankly, Fives can’t wait.

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Assorted Clonecest Fics - Blondie (Cody/Rex) | G

Even though Kamino is safe, Rex can’t help but to think as he stares at the lifeless body of 99, that this doesn’t cancel the losses they’ve suffered.

They might’ve won, but it still leaves a sour taste in his mouth. This shouldn’t have happened at all.

 Of one thing he’s sure, however: Fives and Echo have the stuff to become ARC troopers, and he intends to make sure they can get their chance at it. It would be a waste of potential if he doesn’t.

 Before he can approach them, however, he gets distracted as he notices that the cadets have joined them. They look overjoyed and proud about their victory, which is more than right: they did very well out there.

There’s one cadet, however, that looks… Oh!

Rex is barely able to get to him, but he manages to do it before he can collapse on the ground. “Careful there!” he exclaims, lifting the cadet in his arms up. “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yes! Um… Sorry, sir,” the cadet replies, looking quite embarrassed by all this, though Rex understands how he’s feeling quite well. It reminds him of himself, during his first battles.

“It’s fine, just the adrenaline,” he reassures him in fact, sending a small smile his way, smile that becomes larger when the cadet returns the gesture.

“Something’s wrong?” That’s Cody’s voice, and as he turns, Rex watches him as he approaches them, worry in his face.

“Not at all,” he says then, shaking his head, then turning towards the cadet in his arms. “I was just telling him how good he’s been.”

“He has been good,” Cody smiles. “All of them have been.” All the cadets are hanging from his lips, beaming at his praise; it means a lot to them that the Marshal Commander himself would think that of them.

 It’s then that Rex notices that Cody is staring at him and the cadet very intensely. “What?” he can’t help but to ask, then.

“Rex, we’ve found you twin,” Cody chuckles, unable to hold back a fond smile.

“What…” Rex begins to mutter, realizing only then what Cody means: the cadet he’s just picked up shares his hair color, and he’s sporting a nice buzzcut too, just like Rex’s. Seeing that, the Captain turns to Cody, unimpressed, and he’s about to tell him that it’s not funny, when he notices the wonder in the cadet’s eyes and the joy for being compared to him. His words die in his mouth.

Cody steps in, ruffling the cadet’s short hair. “What do you think, Blondie? You and Rex are pretty similar, huh? I bet you’ll grow even stronger than him,” he says with a grin on his face.

Rex rolls his eyes, but he still looks at him fondly, while the cadet looks deep in thought. “Blondie…” he mutters in fact. “I like it!”

“Oh, you didn’t have a name yet?” Rex can’t help but to ask.

The cadet shakes his head. “I didn’t, but I like Blondie…” He turns towards Cody. “Sir, uh… May I use it?”

“Of course you can! If that’s the name you like, there’s nothing wrong with using it,” Cody answers. It’s hard to contain the joy looking at the cadets, but he tries his best to appear calm. It wouldn’t be good for someone of his rank to be caught being moved by something so small - and yet so important.

 Once Rex lowers Blondie back on the ground, he immediately runs to his brothers, excitedly telling them about his newfound name, while all Rex can do is to stare at them, until…

“I recognize that gaze. You can’t adopt them, you know that, right?” Cody teases him.

“Wha… I wasn’t thinking that!” Rex immediately pouts. Cody chuckles, gently shoving him with a shoulder.

“Riiight, just like you never think about adopting every shiny you set your eyes upon.” There’s a playful smirk on Cody’s face that Rex hasn’t seen in a long time, not when all he’s been thinking about as of late has been the war.

He reaches out for him, resting his hand against his cheek, but he too smirks. “Well, I learned it from you. If I recall you were the one who started the trend.”

“That’s not true, and even if it was, you can’t prove anything,” Cody retorts, crossing his arms against his chest.

“You sure?” Rex challenges him, but the tense air gets cleared soon as the two of them begin to chuckle.

 They’d love to keep it up like this more, but…

“We should join back with the others, bring these cadets to their instructor,” Cody says, eventually, though he sounds reluctant to leave them - see? Rex was right.

“I know, I know,” Rex mutters. “… Let’s go.”

 He can’t help but to think if one day… Well, who knows.

He won’t lie: he likes the idea of settling down somewhere with Cody at the end of the war, and adopt one or two cadets.

Oh well, there’s no point in thinking about that now, not when there’s still a long way to go before things will actually end, but this doesn’t mean that the though ever leaves Rex’s mind.

Still, if doing something like that were possible, it would make everything he’s been through worth it.

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I think this is within parameter but like modern au if you vibe with that and Fives and Dogma and “I’m sorry, can you come get me?” Because like, Fives is ori’vod

(Yes I love modern AUs!)

When Dogma tells Fives that that evening he’s going to a party, the latter raises an eyebrow at him.

“You? At a party? Is this some kind of sick joke?” he asks. Ok, maybe he’s being more dramatic than he should be, but hey as long as he and Dogma have known each other he’s never gone to a party, and actually, he has made his distaste for that kind of stuff very much clear, so much that he used to send Fives very disapproving looks each time he’d say he’d go to some party with Echo or alone. It’s more than fair for him to act surprised about this revelation.

Dogma doesn’t seem to take his behavior well, though, judging by the way he rolls his eyes.

“All my college peers are going,” he says, like that explains everything.

“Omitting the fact that you called them ‘peers’ and not ‘friends’,” Fives begins, “when has that ever mattered to you?”

“I know,” Dogma replies, aware of his own aversion. “But I’ve always told them no and… I wanna try it.”

“Mmmh, makes sense, if you ask me,” Fives concludes then, patting on Dogma’s shoulder. “Just be careful or they might steal you away…”

That brings a small smile to Dogma’s face.

“Yeah, right…”

At first, Dogma thought the party was going great. Now… he’s not so sure.

Don’t get him wrong, nothing has actually changed, it’s just that… He doesn’t even know himself… It’s just overwhelming, he guesses.

He could handle things just fine before, but now as the people present have multiplied and his social battery is running out… He wants to leave.

There’s a problem though: he went to the party with his peers, since he doesn’t have a license thus he doesn’t own a car, meaning that he can’t go home on his own, and as much as he wants to leave, he knows better than to ask the person who’s brought him to take him home.

What should he do?

His first thought is to call Fives, but he’s not sure that’s the best course of action: first of all, Fives would make fun of him - Dogma knows it - and second of all… he doesn’t want to disappoint him.

It’s probably dumb, just him making stuff up in his head, but he wants to show him that he can handle himself in social situations, that he’s not a “recluse”.

For some reason he’s convinced himself that Fives must be ashamed of being with someone like him, and this is the perfect occasion for Dogma to exceed his expectations, to surprise him, but in order to do that, he can’t call him.

Is it worth it, though? Dogma can’t help but to ask himself that.

The more he stays here, the more he feels sick.

If he doesn’t leave soon, then…

Fuck it.

He calls Fives.

“Dogma?”

The first thing Dogma notices when Fives picks up, is that he sounds worried. Of course: he must be wondering what’s happening if he’s calling him while he’s supposed to “party”.

“H-Hey…” Dogma stutters, trying to find the right words to say without implicating himself too much. “Hey, so… Could you come pick me up?”

There’s silence coming from Fives’ end, but eventually he speaks again. “Too much?”

“… Yes,” Dogma sighs. At this point, there’s no reason why he should lie, not when Fives has understood immediately what’s wrong.

“Alright, Dogma, I’ll be there in a few. Wait for me!”

True to his word, Fives texts Dogma that he’s outside in such a short amount of time that Dogma begins to worry about how many speeding tickets he’s going to get. If he does, he’ll truly feel guilty about it.

He shakes his head, trying not to think about that as he makes his way outside. He’s so anxious to leave that he doesn’t even bother to say goodbye to anyone, let alone the people he came to the party with, which he’ll later realize is very rude of him.

Oh well, he’ll send them a text once he gets home. For now, all he wants to do is to leave this place.

Indeed, Fives is outside, waiting for him. He smiles from inside the car once he notices Dogma, and waves his hand at him as the other approaches.

When Dogma gets inside, he can’t help but to let out a relieved sigh. Peace, finally.

“Hey.”

Dogma turns to Fives. “… Hey.”

“You’re okay?” Fives asks.

“I am now,” Dogma replies, sending Fives an apologetic smile. “Sorry for calling you…” he mutters.

“Don’t worry about that, it’s fine,” Fives replies. “You stayed in here for a long time. I’m actually quite impressed.”

He turns the car on and he looks at Dogma. “Ready to go home?”

Dogma turns his head to look at the house he just came out of from behind the car’s windows; the party seems to be going on even without him, not that he really thought that it would stop once he got out. After a moment, he turns back to Fives.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

He’s not going to lie: he’s had some fun at the party. It wasn’t entirely wasted time, but in the end, he’d rather spend some quality time alone with Fives.

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Can we get some CC Batch (Cody, Wolffe, Fox, Bly, and then whoever else you want if any) just having a boys night and being bros? Good natured teasing and trash talk, maybe some roughhousing, but they're just having a good time and enjoying a break. Your choice on whether or not to include background ships, but if you do I'll request Cody be with Rex. The rest is up to you. Thank you!

(Oooooooh nice! Love me some bros interactions)

It feels surreal having to thank the Seppies for something, but the fact that they aren’t doing much means that, after who knows how long, the entirety of Cody’s batch has been able to meet up and spend some time together on Coruscant, far from the frontlines.

They could’ve gone to 79’s, but for the occasion Fox has invited them to his personal apartment so that they wouldn’t be bothered by loud music and other vode being dumb.

 “Fox, you lucky asshole, of course you’d get the nice apartment,” Wolffe grumbles before finishing his fifth - is it fifth already? - glass of wine. At least Fox has had the decency to bring out the good stuff for the occasion.

“Listen, I have to deal with Senators all day, I get the apartment,” Fox retorts, and well, nobody has it in themselves to deny that.

“Yeah, I think I’d rather shoot droids than exchange even just one conversation with a Senator,” Ponds states. He looks drowsy already, though it’s also true that, out of them, he’s the one with the worst alcohol tolerance.

“So, Fox…” Bly interjects before the conversation gets derailed. “Any hot gossip?” He usually isn’t the gossip type, none of them are, but it’s nice indulging once in a while. Besides, Fox always has the best information to share, which can make the evening even more entertaining.

“Well, I know for a fact that someone in this room finally gathered the courage to ask out a certain Captain…” Fox drawls, purposefully leaving the sentence open-ended.

 Silence falls.

Slowly, one by one, they all turn to look to a certain Marshal Commander who’s being suspiciously quiet right now, as he drinks his wine pretending that this isn’t about him…

Then chaos erupts.

Screams, questions, hands, everything gets thrown at Cody who, in that moment, is really close to murdering his brother. Not that he wasn’t going to tell them eventually, but he would’ve done it at his own time!

Damn it, Fox.

 Before he can react, Ponds has slung his arm around his shoulders. “Cody! When were you going to tell us?!” he exclaims.

Cody pretends to laugh, though it’s obvious that he doesn’t really mean it. “When I damn pleased, Ponds,” he replies in fact, though his annoyed tone doesn’t seem to make the others back down. If anything, it provokes their general hilarity.

“Aw, little Kote thinks he can play the part of the big boy now…” Wolffe mocks him, reaching with his hand to pinch his cheek. He gets his fingers bitten in response. “Ow! You dick!”

Cody smirks, proud of having gotten Wolffe using his own methods against him, though unfortunately, that pisses Wolffe enough that he almost jumps at him, if not for the fact that Fox, who always somehow seem to know what their next move his, holds him back by the shoulder.

“Come now,” Bly says, trying to placate him. “We should congratulate Cody, not trying to kill him…”

“He bit me!” Wolffe retorts.

“And it was funny,” Bly says back, completely unbothered by Wolffe’s anger - it’s nothing far from the usual.

 Cody and Wolffe glare at each other just for another while before peace is restored.

Once things have calmed down, Cody turns to Fox. “How did you even know me and Rex are together now?”

Fox doesn’t even bat an eye at that question. “I saw you.”

“You saw me?!”

“Well, not directly, but one of my probe droids caught you confessing to Rex,” Fox explains. “Gotta say, Coruscant’s roofs during twilight, soft drinks in hand? That was so cheesy…”

There are many things that Cody would like to say, but they all get covered up by the others who begin to either laugh at him - he swears he’s going to beat Wolffe’s ass - and others that instead say that it’s cute. Still… “Do you have probes stalking us, Fox?” he can’t help but to ask. Talk about creepy…

The other rolls his eyes at that accusation, sipping some wine before replying. “It was just a coincidence that they caught you. I have probes through the entire city. How am I supposed to know if something happens then?”

Oh, well, that makes sense. Still, it’s quite curious that he managed to find out just out of luck, though it’s not like Cody can make an accusation without any proof. Maybe it was truly just a huge coincidence.

 Take it to Ponds to get the pleasant evening back on track before it degenerates into a brawl. “Well, at this point, why don’t we toast?”

“And to what?” Wolffe asks, while Fox already motions to fill everyone’s glass - he doesn’t really need an excuse to drink some more, so he doesn’t even wait for Ponds to reply.

“To Cody and Rex of course,” Ponds explains, taking his glass and raising it towards Cody. “May you two be happy forever and ever.”

One by one the others raised their glasses towards Cody as well, who can only stare at them with a surprised look on his face. What the hell are they doing? This is such a cheesy thing… and yet, it’s also heartwarming. Not that he doubted the fact that, deep down, his brothers love him - that’s how things are between them - but to have them genuinely wishing him and Rex the best is just…

 Damn it Cody, don’t cry for this dumb thing, or everyone will be on your case!

 Still, he can’t help but to smile as well, as he wordlessly raises his glass as well.

“To Cody and Rex!” Ponds exclaims then.

“To Cody and Rex!” the others all reply, while Cody is barely able to thank them. It’s a small thing, in the end, but those are what truly matters the most, at least that’s what Cody thinks.

 He’s well aware that soon they’ll get back to banter and insulting each other, but at least for now he can enjoy a soft moment between him and the people he loves the most.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

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How about this: the Bad Batch all awkwardly flirting with Echo, trying to bring him into their poly relationship?

(ajhsdsjhk yes please I love this)

Echo is many things, but despite what people might believe, oblivious isn’t one of them. He’s an ARC, trained to notice even the smallest details - and in missions, those usually are the difference between life and death. What he wants to say with this is that he has noticed that the bond that unifies the Bad Batch isn’t just a platonic one; it checks out, he thinks: the only people they can lean onto are each other, so it makes sense that they would seek each other out for that too.

What he wasn’t expecting was for them to try and bring him along for the ride, which he appreciates and all but… Well, maybe it’s still too soon, he thinks; he needs time.

Of course, this doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy their awkward attempts at flirting, and what attempts…

 Since Echo’s healthier now he can go back to physical training, which makes Wrecker the happiest.

“I’m gonna show you all my favorite moves!” he exclaims, eager to get started. Although Echo’s eager as well - he really needs to get back on track - he also knows that if he allows him, Wrecker would wreck his shit - he really can see how he got his name.

“Make sure you don’t break anything important, please? I don’t want to be stuck with physical therapy again…” he warns in fact.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle…” Wrecker immediately says, smirking, although it doesn’t last for long as he realizes the implications of what he just said, which makes him cringe and stutter. “Um… I mean…”

Echo can’t hold back a chuckle, shaking his head. This doesn’t last long either, because in a moment he immediately goes on the offensive, taking advantage of Wrecker’s distraction to land a kick on his knee, making him lose his balance.

What? Last time Echo checked, there’s no rule against fighting dirty.

 Tech’s way of flirting is more ramble-y than Wrecker’s, but Echo still finds it adorable. He’s so earnest in the way he begins to explain some complicated mechanical process that even though Echo doesn’t understand everything he’s saying, it’s still a delight to listen to him.

Right now he’s listing all the features he installed on his new mechanical arm; some have already gotten lost, but Echo’s gotten most of them.

“I figured you’d want to be still able to connect to machinery and such so if you close your pink like this…” he begins, gently moving Echo’s finger in the way he’s supposed to imitate next time he wants to do it, and soon a valve opens at the center of his palm, making space for a plug that begins to come out, just like a droid’s one. “There!”

“I’m sure it’ll come handy,” Echo says, “Thank you.”

“I’ve also adapted the shape to the rest of your body,” Tech continues, barely registering Echo’s reply. “You’re so well proportioned that I couldn’t not do it…”

“Well proportioned, huh?” Echo repeats, fighting back a smirk. He’s definitely heard worse - he really has - but still that’s not what comes to his mind when he thinks about complimenting someone.

After a solid minute of Tech stuttering, Echo thinks that he must’ve broken him. It’s cute but also he feels kind of bad now, so he decides to do something about it.

“Thank you,” he says then. “Took me a while to get back in shape, so it means a lot that you’d think that.”

Those words seem to calm Tech down, who sheepishly smiles at him.

Echo, of course, smiles back.

 Crosshair’s idea of flirting is, apparently, not insulting him, which Echo appreciates he guesses, but it’s still peculiar.

“You shoot well for a reg.”

“Thanks?” Echo says. He’s never sure about how to reply to Crosshair when he tells him this stuff; he supposes it could be worse - he’s heard Crosshair says way worse - but it seems that the sniper has some sort of soft spot for him, not that he admitted it of course.

They’re firing guns at the improvised shooting range they’ve created for Echo. Now that he can move better he needs to improve his aim to get back to his previous levels; thankfully muscle memory is still a thing, so it’s going faster than anticipated. Still, it’s hard to keep up with an expert marksman such as Crosshair, though Echo likes the challenge.

“Really, you’re recovering much faster that I thought.”

Oh, this is new: usually Crosshair is a man of few words, but today he’s trying to strike a conversation - at least this is how Echo is interpreting it.

“I am, and it’s also thanks to you,” he replies, smiling at him, because it’s true: they’re helping him in many ways that he would’ve never expected, and he’s truly grateful that they’ve taken him in with so little hesitation.

Crosshair reels back like he’s just been hit on his stomach.

“Yeah, right…” he mutters. “Let’s get back to target practice. We’ve lost enough time already…”

A chuckle leaves Echo’s lips.

“Yessir.”

 The way Hunter flirts is different from the others’: it’s less wordy or more physical.

Echo doesn’t mind that at all - it reminds him of Fives actually - but there’s always some hesitation in the way Hunter touches him, though he doesn’t know if it’s because he’s afraid he’d hurt him or because he thinks he might be overstepping some sort of unsaid boundary, which is beginning to unnerve Echo, especially if he’s doing it for the first reason.

Eventually, in fact, he snaps: they’re walking back to the Havoc Marauder, and Hunter’s hand is hovering over Echo’s shoulder, barely touching it. That’s the final straw.

Echo takes Hunter’s hand and draws it closer so that it’s actually resting on his shoulder. There.

“E-Echo?”

“I’m not going to break just because of a touch, Hunter,” he explains.

“O-Of course,” the other stutters, making a pause and then squeezing Echo’s shoulder with his hand. “… Is this okay, then?”

Echo nods, his hand still over Hunter’s.

At least they’re going somewhere…

 “Wait! So you knew?”

Echo laughs at those words. Many things have changed since those awkward flirting attempts, and now Echo can say that he’s officially part of the group, officially as in he now cuddles with them and kisses them and… other stuff too.

“You weren’t exactly subtle,” he says then. He feels Wrecker shift from behind, but he doesn’t move away. He’s not going to lie: he missed cuddle piles, especially with these many people.

“Why didn’t you say anything then?” Tech, settled between his legs, asks.

That surely is a question. Well, there are many reasons why he didn’t say anything at first, but Echo decides to just shrug. “Was funnier.”

He hears chuckling on his left and he turns towards Crosshair.

“I knew there was a reason why I like you.”

Echo doesn’t have the time to say anything because Cross’ lips are on his. He smiles into the kiss, especially when he feels Hunter hugging his waist.

“Well, it worked, didn’t it?”

Yes, it did indeed.

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Assorted Clonecest Fics - Sir (Rex/Echo) | E

(In which Rex discovers something about himself that he didn’t know before. Echo’s just here to enjoy the ride)

(Fic under the cut!)

As it often happens, it’s just an accident, one that, if it hadn’t brought so many good results, Echo would’ve been ashamed of for the rest of his life.

 Here’s the thing: it happens quite often that Echo’s brain shuts down completely when he and Rex fuck, especially at times like this one where Rex is giving his all in the way he’s hammering Echo - he can barely breathe between a thrust and another - so it happens sometimes that he may say things that he doesn’t mean to.

Rex usually doesn’t mind. First of all, most of the times what he says is barely understandable, second, he knows to expect Echo to ramble as a sign that he’s really getting into it. It’s a good way for him to be able to tell when he’s doing a good job and when he’s not.

Still, of all the things Echo could’ve said now, he wasn’t expecting that.

 “Fuck… Oh fuck… Sir…”

Yes, Rex has heard correctly: Echo has just called him sir.

In a moment, it’s like he blacks out: he loses control over his body entirely, and if he was already going hard before, now it’s even worse as he thrusts, thrusts and thrusts, moving not only them, but the entire bunk with him. Not that he gives two shits if they’re making noise. The boys in the other room will be able to handle it. Besides, he’s the Captain, so it’s not like they could say something to him.

 Echo’s eyes have almost rolled all the way back to his skull thanks to him, but Rex isn’t done, oh no: he grabs Echo’s chin, forcing him to look at him. “Say it again.”

“Wha…” Echo’s able to mutter, not understand what Rex is talking about. Poor thing, he didn’t even realize he said that, didn’t he?

“Call me sir again.”

At those words, Echo moans, louder than he did before. It doesn’t take him long before he begins repeating “sir” over and over again, making Rex’s thrust grow in fury. He grips Echo’s shoulders so tightly, looking for leverage, that he’ll surely leave some signs; even better: Echo loves looking at the bruises even days after he got them.

 With such a rhythm, though, they soon find themselves at their limit. Rex is able to tell by the higher pitch in Echo’s voice that he’s close.

“You want to come?”

“Yessir,” Echo replies. He needs it so bad…

Rex brings his hands to Echo’s throat, though he doesn’t squeeze. He just holds him there, applying enough pressure for Echo to feel it, but not enough to actually cut off his breathing. “Say, please.”

Echo groans, his cock twitching on his stomach. “Please sir, please please please please, sir please, please…!”

He comes, and he comes hard, unable not to shout as he gets milked dry by a more and more aggressive Rex, though he too doesn’t last that long, finding his release right inside Echo.

 It takes more than Rex thought to finally come back to reality, but when he does, he notices that Echo has already recovered, and that he has quite the smirk on his face. “My my,” he says in fact, “didn’t expect you to be this naughty, sir.”

In retaliation, Rex pushes him; not that he doesn’t much, since Echo’s already lying down, and if anything, he only causes the other to laugh. “What about it?” he asks then, defensive.

“Nothing,” Echo replies, still smiling. “It’s cute.”

Rex groans at those words, deciding to, instead of facing the world, hide his face against Echo’s shoulder, while he laughs again as he closes his arms around him. “Yes, yes. The cutest Captain to ever live,” he says, then.

Rex should be mad at him, and yet he can’t really bring himself to do it. He supposes he should be grateful for the fact that Echo isn’t being judgmental about this surprise newfound kink of his.

 Oh, he can’t wait to explore it the way it’s meant to be…

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prompt: poly bad batch, nsfw, handle with care

(Nice)

(Fic under the cut!)

At first, Echo thinks it’s annoying: sure, he might not be in the best physical condition, but that doesn’t mean that he’s made of glass. He’s still an ARC trooper, mind you.

When he started to get involved with the Bad Batch in a more… extensive way, they’ve been treating him with so much gentleness and care - that he frankly wasn’t expecting from them - that it almost makes him regret this whole deal: he doesn’t mean to be constantly reminded of his fragility.

He tries not to listen to his ego too much, because he knows that wouldn’t bring to anything good, but it’s still can’t help but to get hurt by all this gentleness. As if he needs another reason to hate what he has become.

 Things, thankfully, change with time, because Echo gets to see how they treat each other and, as much as they might go hard, there’s still this thread of careful tenderness that accompanies them, but he still doesn’t know why it does, or why they act like this.

Eventually, he gets it: life is already shit for them, so why make things harder? Why not find solace within each other? They stand together in solidarity, always, so why would things be different when it comes to sex?

With time, he comes to appreciate being handled with care. Knowing that they don’t do it because they think him too weak, but simply because they care about him and want him to feel good.

 He groans against Wrecker’s lips as Crosshair goes down on him, kneeling between his legs. He likes him better like this because, unlike the others, he’s more of a tease, and well… Echo loves teasing.

At first he can barely feel his tongue running up and down his cock, but soon Crosshair takes him directly in his mouth, beginning to bob his head up and down, making Echo arch in the chair they’ve confined him. For a moment, his gaze moves to the bed, where Hunter and Tech are having some fun on their own while they wait for Wrecker and Crosshair to get him ready for them. He soon looks away though, lest he gets overwhelmed immediately, because between Crosshair that is sucking him off, and Wrecker that keeps caressing his body, he already feels close.

Then Crosshair changes stance, pulling out and moving lower, eyes fixed on Echo, who groans when he feels something wet - Cross’ tongue - wiggle against his rim. He twitches as Crosshair repeats the movement, getting him relaxed enough that when it’s Wrecker’s turn to move, with his fingers hovering over his entrance, it doesn’t hurt when he pushes one inside. Echo wails, trying to push against it more fiercely, but he’s held back by Crosshair, who then takes possession of Echo’s lips to distract him as Wrecker stretches him out.

Despite the fact that his fingers are bigger than any of theirs, it doesn’t hurt, not with the care and consideration Wrecker is putting, making sure not to push Echo too much and to give him time when he adds another one.

 Soon, however, Echo begins to crave for more. “Guys, I-I… Please…”

If they all weren’t so gentle with him, he would probably be more uncomfortable about begging, but since he knows he won’t be made fun of for doing it, he feels less ashamed of it. It feels quite liberating, actually, to be able to trust people enough to be vulnerable around them.

Crosshair hums something against his lips, while Wrecker asks him: “You’re sure?”

Echo nods, then he repeats the gesture. Yes, please, he’s more than ready.

 Even in the way Wrecker takes him to bed there’s care. He’s keeping him in his arms, and while before Echo would’ve told him that he’s perfectly capable to move on his own, thank you very much, now he just enjoys the ride. It helps that he knows for a fact that Wrecker loves carrying people, and who is he to forbid him the pleasure?

He gets passed onto Hunter’s arms, who welcomes him with a smile on his face. “So, someone’s ready, huh?” he says, making Echo smile.

“Yes,” he says, before closing the distance between them. “C’mon Hunter, I know you want it too…”

“Never said I didn’t,” the other replies, leaving a trail of kisses from Echo’s neck to his shoulder. “C’mon, let’s get you into position.”

 He takes place between Tech’s legs, who welcomes him more than warmly, closing his arms around his neck and dragging him for a soft kiss, rubbing their bodies together. “Hello there,” he says then, once they pull apart.

“Hello,” Echo replies, running his hands over Tech’s legs, enjoying the way he shivers at the touch. “You ready?”

“And you?” Tech playfully retorts, though words soon die in his mouth when Echo begins to push past his rim, getting inside inch by inch. “Yeah… Like that…” he groans, encouraging Echo to move further. What? Echo’s not the only one who should be handled with care, so to speak.

Once Echo’s cock is completely inside, he stops, allowing Tech some time to adjust to the intrusion. Besides…

A moan escapes Echo’s lips when Hunter, who’s taken position behind him, begins to push his cock inside him, going ever so slowly, ever so carefully. Thanks to Wrecker’s preparations, it doesn’t hurt at all.

 It should feel trapping to stay like this, or at least Echo thinks, but it’s not, not for him.

 How long has Hunter been waiting to move? C’mon, he can handle it! “Hunter…” Echo can’t help but to call him, wanting him to do something, anything.

“Ready?”

“Yes! Please!”

Hunter chuckles. “That’s it,” he says, then he begins to slowly pull away, only to thrust inside immediately. He repeats the motion, then he does it again, strongly enough to push Echo against Tech, but never enough to hurt.

 They soon settle into a rhythm. All Echo can do is to brace himself and let Hunter move him; he’s unable to do anything else, especially since he feels Crosshair and Wrecker’s gazes on him, which makes things even harder as he tries not to reach the orgasm too soon.

Despite this, however, he can’t help but to let himself sink in all the sensations and feelings in his head, enjoying the experience fully. It’s easy for him to do so: he trusts these people to take care of him and to do it well. He knows that they won’t disappoint him.

 Who knew that, after all, being handled with care isn’t so bad?

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Assorted Clonecest Fics - Missed you (Alpha-17/Fordo) | E

(First time writing this pairing and these characters. I hope I did a good job!)

(Fic under the cut)

Despite being relegated to instructing troopers on Kamino, Alpha-17 still hasn’t lost his touch. Fordo knows it well, now that he’s pinned chest to the training mat, with 17 that holds him by the arm. If he twists just a bit, he’s going to break it.

“I thought you’d put up more of a fight,” 17 mocks him. “What is it, Ford’ika? Have the frontlines softened you?”

Despite the hurting joint, Fordo still manages to grin as he tries to turn his head as much as he can to look at the other. “And to think that I’m offering myself so willingly to you-- Ow!” Judging by the way Alpha-17 twists his arm, he mustn’t have liked the teasing tone in Fordo’s voice, though he hasn’t broken it like he could’ve had.

“Excuses excuses,” 17 says then, unwilling to leave the last word to Fordo, though the grip on him does lighten a bit, enough that, if Fordo wanted, he could’ve turned them around. Tsk, trying to bait him with such a simple trick.

 Instead of falling for it, Fordo grinds his hips against Alpha-17, pleased by the surprised grunt he manages to coax out of him. “You little--”

Now it’s Fordo’s turn to be surprised when 17 rushes down to bite at what little of the back of his neck that is exposed. Unfortunately for him, he can’t manage to suppress and involuntary shiver, something that Alpha takes notice on. “Did you miss me?” he asks, mocking tone obvious, and yet, Fordo still manages to surprise him with his answer.

“What if I did?” he replies in fact, because despite everything, he’s truly missed Alpha, who is suspiciously quiet.

 Fordo doesn’t have to wait long for 17’s next move though, because soon he forces him to get up and drags him to his quarters. He doesn’t even try to resist him, knowing exactly where this is all leading up to. Well, he was the one who began, after all…

 Once they’re in the privacy of Alpha’s quarters, he slams Fordo against the wall, finally kissing him, if that can even be considered a kiss with all that tongue and teeth he’s putting into it. Fordo wouldn’t want it any other way, and in fact he smiles in the kiss, something that 17 notices. “Having fun?” he asks after pulling away. He looks displeased but Fordo knows it’s just a front, so he’s not intimated at all by the way he’s acting.

“A bit,” he admits, before dragging Alpha for a proper kiss, slipping his tongue between his lips. Alpha’s fingers twitch against Fordo’s hips, and he grips him more tightly, though it’s not like Fordo can really feel it, since they’re both still wearing their armor. Speaking of which… “Shouldn’t we take these off?”

Alpha doesn’t even bother to reply with words; he just grunts as he begins to tear Fordo’s armor off, a gesture that gets soon returned by the other.

 Once they’re bare, they go back to kissing. Alpha hoists Fordo up; now he has to hold onto 17’s waist with his legs, or else he’ll fall. Well, Fordo can easily do that.

A shiver runs down his spine as he feels Alpha’s hands brush against his thighs as they reach for his ass and…

Alpha stops, circling Fordo’s wet rim with his finger, finding it extremely loose already. He raises an eyebrow at him as a smirk - the closest thing to a true smile he’s ever been able to make - appears on his face. “Eager, aren’t you?” He can’t believe that he already opened and lubed himself up, and more than anything that he walked around like this. Truly shameless.

Fordo chuckles. “I said I missed you, didn’t I?” he replies, before grinding down against 17. “So you better get a move on.”

“And if I don’t?” Alpha challenges him.

Fordo rolls his eyes. “Like I don’t know it’s the same for you,” he replies, grabbing Alpha’s already erect cock. Yeah, he definitely missed him.

 17 snarls, slamming Fordo against the wall again, though Fordo laughs at his gesture, still unbothered.

Thanks to the other guiding him, he wordlessly lines his cock up to the other’s ass. He licks his lips - suddenly dry - and narrows his brow in concentration, then he thrusts up, penetrating Fordo in one smooth go. If Fordo hadn’t had enough foresight to prepare himself beforehand, it would’ve hurt like hell, but right now he just sighs, happy that Alpha, for once, has listened to him.

He sets up a very rough rhythm, another sign that he’s missed him. Look at him, he can’t get enough of Fordo.

“Alpha… Alpha!” he moans, his lips dangerously close to 17’s, who decides to shut him up with a kiss - like he doesn’t love hearing Fordo call his name like that.

He thrusts, he thrusts, and he thrusts again, each movement accompanied by the loud sounds of skin slapping against skin. Slap slap slap…

 The first one to break is Fordo. He would’ve loved to play around more, but it’s been too long since the last time they were able to stay like this, so he reaches down, grabbing his cock in hand and furiously jerking off while Alpha keeps pounding inside him.

It takes him very little to come, groaning as Alpha helps him ride the orgasm from beginning to end, hammering down his prostate like he would a simple target.

17 too doesn’t last long. After another couple of thrusts, in fact, he pushes one last time, as deep as he can, and he comes, biting a grin off his face when Fordo squirms at the sensation. He got what he deserved.

 Only once Alpha pulls away, maybe under the effect of that sensation of lightheadedness that always takes him after an orgasm, he whispers, forehead pressed against Fordo, “I missed you too.”

It’s a quiet admission, one that Fordo almost doesn’t catch, but he does, and it’s enough. He knows Alpha, he knows the way he is and he accepts it.

He knows that, deep down his prickly self, Alpha-17 has enough place in his heart to care for some things, and he knows that he’s one of them.

It’s enough.

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Assorted Clonecest Fics - Edging (Fives/Dogma/Echo) | E

(Fic under the cut)

When Dogma came to Fives and Echo for help, he should’ve expected that things would’ve gone this way. He said that he needed to get out of his mind, relinquish control to someone else, and that’s exactly what is happening, though why must they be so cruel about it?

He’s lost count of how many times they’ve brought him close to coming, only to deny him the chance to actually do so. The worst - but actually best - thing is that there’s nothing he can do, because while Echo’s having fun jerking him off right until he’s about to tipple over the edge, Fives is holding him back by the arms, rendering every movement impossible and no, he can’t break free - he tried.

It’s exactly what he needs, even though he won’t admit it out loud, too proud for that.

 “Echo, I can’t…”

He was trying to speak clearly, but his words come out more as chocked sobs. Echo’s quick to soothe him. “Sssh, I know you can. You’re being so good…”

Dogma moans at the praise. It’s true, he has been good, but he still doesn’t think that he can keep at it for long, especially with the way Echo’s jerking him off…

“Remember to tell us when you’re close,” Fives reminds him, whispering in his ear, which makes Dogma’s instinctively shiver - what? He’s sensitive there!

“Y-Yes,” he stutters then, because he still wants to please both of them. He’s rewarded by a kiss on his cheek.

 “I-I’m close! Please can I come?”

Echo doesn’t say anything, but he keeps jerking him off, meaning that he must be finally allowing him to come, right?

He’s so close, so so so close…

Echo pulls away his hand, and all Dogma can do is to try and trash around, sobbing at the loss of stimulation. “Please please please please! I’ll do anything you want!” he finds himself exclaiming. If he weren’t that desperate, he would’ve felt ashamed of it, but he’s no longer in control of himself.

“Aw, Echo, you made him cry,” Fives mockingly scolds the other, as if this wasn’t their intention from the start.

“Sorry, Dogma, I just couldn’t resist,” Echo apologizes, gently drying his tears with his thumbs. “That was the last one, I promise.”

 He takes his cock in hand again, jerking him off again. Dogma moans, arching his body between the two ARC troopers. This exercise in edging has left him sensitive, very sensitive, but even though it hurts, it also feels extremely good, and all Dogma can do is to pray that Echo was telling the truth, that that was really the last time he was going to stop.

“Are you close?” Echo asks. Dogma’s almost tempted to say no just so that he’ll surely keep touching him, but he can’t lie to him, so he nods, which Echo appreciates. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes!” Dogma exclaims. He needs it. Now.

“And have you been good?” Now it’s Fives the one who asks.

“Yes! Yes I’ve been good! Fuck! Please, I can’t…”

Echo leans closer, shutting him up with a kiss. He still hasn’t stopped stroking Dogma’s cock, and actually, he begins doing it faster and faster, until Dogma completely loses control.

He comes, hard, muttering a myriad of thank yous in the kiss. It’s so intense that he can’t help but to cry again, sobbing as he comes, and comes and comes.

 Once it’s all over, he almost blacks out, but he manages to stay conscious, although barely.

Fives, lets him go, helping him stretch out his body. It hurts a bit, but not enough to be actually painful; it’s just sore. “You okay?” he asks, to which Dogma weakly nods. It was so good.

“Got what you came here for?” Echo says. If he had more energy to do so, Dogma would say that yes, he’s got that - his mind is so very pleasantly numb now - and even more, but he just nods again.

At least neither Fives nor Echo seem to mind, and actually it seems that his condition is what suggests them to begin caressing his body and leaving soothing kisses all over his skin, which wasn’t something that Dogma expected, but he appreciates it.

 Coming to them has been a great choice.

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Wolffe and Rex, where Wolffe is getting used to his new cybernetic eye and having to learn to 'see again' maybe? Or frustrated with some aspect of it?

(Hell yeah hurt/comfort)

When Wolffe stomps inside Rex’s quarters - he didn’t even tell him that he was going to visit - the Captain acts quite nonchalantly, not seeming so surprised by the intrusion, and all he says is “Bad day, huh?”

Wolffe doesn’t even reply, walking instead to Rex’s fresher. Soon the sound of the shower getting turned on can be heard.

Rex sighs, shaking his head. This isn’t the first time something like this happens, and although he appreciates that Wolffe thinks of him as his safe haven enough to come to him when he feels down, instead of keeping everything inside, he would still prefer to know what exactly went wrong that day before he lets Wolffe do as he pleases, but oh well, what is done is done. He’ll surely tell him once he’s cooled down.

 He gets up from his bunk, walking to where he keeps his clothes in order to get a fresh pair of blacks for Wolffe. The least he can do is to give him something clean to wear.

When he knocks on the fresher’s door, though, he hears no reply. “Wolffe? You there?” he calls out, as worry begins to creep inside his mind. Did he pass out or something?

Since no reply comes this time either, he opens the door, expecting the worst, only to be met by the image of Wolffe, forehead pressed against one of the shower walls, gritting his teeth and… Is he…

 He leaves the blacks over the sink, carefully moving towards the shower and sliding the door open, uncaring that he’s going to get the floor - and himself - wet.

“Hey…” he mutters, reaching for him with one hand, but still not touching it, afraid that if he’ll do it without warning, his flight or fight instinct will take over, and, knowing what Wolffe will choose, Rex would avoid having to fight him in the fresher while he’s all wet and naked.

Wolffe still doesn’t respond, but Rex notices that his eyes move slightly towards him, only to move back towards the wall, so at least he knows that he’s aware of his presence.

He knows this feeling very well, that last line before breaking apart, where all you can do is to try your hardest to keep it together, not to succumb to desperation, so he’s not surprised that, as soon as he touches Wolffe’s shoulder, he crumbles. What he wasn’t expecting was him throwing himself in his arms, getting him all wet, but that’s the last of Rex’s problem, not when he has Wolffe sobbing in his arms.

 “I can’t, Rex… I can’t!” he cries, frustration evident in his voice.

“You can’t what? I don’t understand,” Rex replies, but there’s nothing he can do to get Wolffe to talk. Alright, he sees how it is; it’s ok, they can talk later. “Did you actually clean yourself?” he asks.

Wolffe shakes his head, which prompts Rex to get the lead. He steps inside the shower, still dressed, in order to help Wolffe; he’s particularly gentle when he scrubs his hair, which makes Wolffe relax and lean into the touch. He seems to have calmed down from the outburst from a few minutes ago, but now he looks drained of any energy.

Once he’s done, he guides Wolffe to stepping outside, and only then he removes his now soaked blacks. Should’ve thought about it earlier, but it hadn’t crossed his mind; oh well, a simple towel can do to cover him up.

He helps Wolffe dry up and get dressed, then he does the same to himself. After securing a towel to his waist, he ushers Wolffe out of the fresher and to his bunk, where they lay down, Wolffe almost entirely sprawled over Rex, head resting against his chest, though he soon assumes a fetal position.

Rex wants to ask him if he’s ready to talk, but he doesn’t think pushing him would make things any better, so he holds his tongue. Besides, he doesn’t have to wait too long to understand what got Wolffe like this.

 “I’m not any good like this,” he says, tone bitter and full of self-loathing. Rex hates hearing him talk about himself this way.

“Did something happen during practice?” he asks, then, referring to all the shooting practice Wolffe’s undergoing to test his new cybernetic eye before he can be deployed again.

“I still can’t hit shit!” Wolffe snaps, body tensing again. Rex begins caressing his back in an attempt to calm him down. “They said the eye would help with perception problems, and yet I’d still be useless in battle!”

“Wolffe, this stuff takes time,” Rex replies, “you can’t expect to be immediately good at it. It’s still something you’re getting used to.” He caresses his hair, leaning to plant a kiss on his forehead. “I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it.”

“But I can’t waste so much time like this! They need me out there!” Wolffe exclaims, then he lowers his gaze. “Maybe they should’ve just--”

“Don’t say that,” Rex interrupts him, knowing what he was going to say. “Besides, I doubt General Koon would’ve allowed that.”

“You’re right, he wouldn’t…” Wolffe replies, though there’s clearly something else he wants to say, even though he stays quiet.

 Some other time passes before he speaks again. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t bring this stuff to you. It’s my problem and I should deal with it.”

Rex closes his arms around him in a hug. “You don’t have to be sorry. I’m glad that you’re venting, rather than keeping everything inside.”

That manages to bring a small smile to Wolffe’s face, as he can’t help but to counter with a “Just like you do, huh?”

For once, Rex ignores the clear jab towards him, not wanting to get sidetracked. “Listen, I get that you’re frustrated. I’m not saying that this doesn’t suck right now, but it’ll get better. You just need to give it time. Your men will be happy to have you back, but only after you’ve completely recovered; they’re not going to resent you for needing more than just a couple of days.”

It takes a while for Wolffe to respond. When he does, his voice is soft. “… I suppose you’re right. Thank you, Rex, for putting up with me.”

“Nonsense. I’m happy to do it,” Rex replies, punctuating the last word with a kiss on the top of Wolffe’s head, only to add, “Things will get better. I promise you.”

“I know, I know,” Wolffe replies, way calmer than before. “It’s just… so frustrating,” he says then, and after a moment of hesitation, he adds, “But I guess it would be worse… without you.”

He pronounces that last part so softly that Rex is barely able to hear him, but he understands what he’s saying. “I’m glad I’m helping you,” he says then, meaning each and every word of it.

 He was distraught when he found out about the accident, just like everyone else, though he was also glad that Wolffe had just lost his eye and not his life.

Still, it’s been hard watching him struggle, which is why he intends to stay with him for every step of the recovery process, offering him his support and everything he needs.

As long as it helps Wolffe he’d do anything, and if it’s something like cuddling on his bunk, helping Wolffe fall asleep after a tiring training session, well, he’ll do that even more happily.

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Always-a-corrie!Dogma x Rex?

(Oooooh, an interesting AU. I hope you like what I wrote for it!)

Rex and Dogma have never interacted outside the detention center, but they still consider each other friends, if anything because of how much time Rex spends in there. No, it’s not for him that he goes there, but to retrieve his most rowdy boys who are unable to understand that being on leave doesn’t mean that they get to “fuck shit up” at their will.

Oh well, he still loves them, even though one day they’ll give him an ulcer.

“Good evening, Dogma,” he greets the guard as he approaches him. He would’ve put a hand on his shoulder, if not for the transparisteel that separates them.

“Hello, Captain-- Rex,” Dogma greets him back. Rex has told him countless times that he doesn’t need to call him Captain - they don’t even belong to the same battalion after all - but old habits die hard, though he’s certainly improving. “I suppose you’re for… your men.”

“Yeah…” Rex sighs. “I’m so sorry they’re like this,” he can’t help but to apologize as he watches Dogma joining him on his side.

“It’s not your fault,” Dogma replies once he’s reached him, moving then to conduct him to the cell where his men are detained. “If everyone acted like you, we wouldn’t have any of these problems.”

Rex smiles at the compliment, lowering his gaze in quite the bashful manner. Thankfully for him Dogma’s staring in front of him, so he doesn’t notice a thing.

When they arrive to the cell, he knows that their time together will soon be over, just like it happened every other time they’ve met, but this time…

“Hey, Dogma.”

Dogma turns towards him before opening the cell. “What is it?”

“Well…” Rex begins, scratching the back of his neck as he speaks. He miscalculated how bad he is about this kind of stuff. “How about we go somewhere, after your shift…”

In a first moment, Dogma doesn’t react, but he keeps staring at Rex, and staring, and staring, until… “Oh!” He clears his throat. “I mean, sure,” he corrects himself then. “I know a nice place where we could go this evening, if you don’t have anything else to do…”

“N-No, I don’t…” Rex replies. “Wouldn’t have asked you otherwise.”

“Yeah, right…” Dogma mutters.

Silence falls. For a moment, it’s quite awkward, but then Dogma decides to put an end to this and opens the cell, letting out Rex’s men.

Before the 501st guys can leave, though, he turns to the Captain again, hopeful. “So… Meet me at the barracks?”

“Yeah. See you there…”

This seems like a stupid problem to have, but Rex doesn’t know how to get dressed for this… outing? Date? He doesn’t even know how to call it.

These are his options: he can wear his armor, his dress greys, or the civvies that General Skywalker has decided to bestow to all his troops. The first two might make the appointment seem more formal than it should be, but on the other hand what if he gets there in civvies, but Dogma doesn’t? He doesn’t know if he’s in possession of them!

He knows that, at the end of the day, there is no such thing as a proper dress code, and that frankly this is a very dumb problem to have, but he doesn’t want to make Dogma uneasy!

In the end, he goes for his armor, figuring that it’s the easiest answer. If he’s lucky and this goes well, he could always ask Dogma to go out another time, and reach an agreement on the clothing choices immediately so that everything’s clear.

Turns out, he’s made the right choice: when he meets Dogma at the barracks, he’s wearing his armor as well.

Rex can’t help but to chuckle at the way he almost straightens his back at his approach, and he’s quick to stop him before he can formally salute him. “Relax, Dogma, this isn’t a formal meeting. Think of it as a friendly outing.”

“Yes, s-- Yeah, you’re right,” Dogma replies, managing to stop himself before he could address Rex as sir.

“So, you wanted to show me a place?” Rex asks. He can see immediately the way Dogma’s eyes light up at that question.

“Yes! Follow me!”

“Are you sure we’re allowed to be here?” Rex can’t help but to ask. After all, one would imagine that the senatorial building would be guarded more closely, so to speak; okay that Dogma’s part of the Guard, but surely someone would wonder why he’s there despite this not being his shift, right?

“I mean, we have to endure senators all day, so it’s more than fair that we take advantage of the facility, don’t you agree?” Dogma replies. “As long as nobody orders us to stop doing it it’s free reign, though I don’t think they care enough about us for that.”

That either reassuring and disheartening at the same time, but oh well, so is life for them, so Rex doesn’t mention anything about it. After all, he’s not one to throw away such a perfect occasion to have a good time.

He thought that Dogma was going to bring him to some particular room, not to the rooftop, but he can’t say that he minds the surprise.

“Wow…” he can help but to mutter, looking at the view. He can see all of Coruscant from here, all its vibrant colors, lights that shine so bright against the darkness of the sky…

It’s like he can feel how alive the city is, but without getting directly involved in it: a pleasant spot for observation, where he can enjoy the calm without having to be involved in something that would inevitably disrupt it.

He notices Dogma by his side only when he speaks - which makes him jump a little, but thankfully neither of them says anything about it. “Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful,” Rex replies then, only to turn towards the other. “Do you come here often?”

“When I can,” Dogma replies. “I like it here… It’s quiet.”

Yeah, Rex has gathered that already, and he understands Dogma completely.

In a moment of bravado, Rex circles Dogma’s waist with his arm, pulling him closer. Dogma looks surprised for a moment, but he doesn’t seem to mind Rex’s initiative, if anything because he actually leans into him, instead of pushing him away.

“Thanks for showing this to me,” Rex says then, truly meaning each and every word.

“It’s nothing,” Dogma replies. “We never get to spend much time together, so I wanted to take you somewhere special.”

“That you did, that you did…”

Neither of them says anything else, focusing instead on the view all around them, the lights, the muffled noises.

It’s a special kind of sensation sharing this with someone who you have an interest towards, something that neither Rex nor Dogma ever though they’d get to feel, but life is funny like that.

… They could get used to this.

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Could you maybe do a fox/thorn sickfic but maybe with thorn being sick because there’s not enough fox comforting thorn

(Awwwww hell yes!)

Thorn likes to think of himself as a responsible person, so when he begins to feel sick, he immediately goes to a medic.

It turns out that he has a fever. Could’ve been worse, of course, but it’s still enough for Thorn to get assigned to bedrest which fine, he supposes he can do it, for a while…

 When Fox arrives to Thorn’s quarters, he expects him to be resting, which is what he’s been doing these past days. He has no idea how he manages not to get restless stuck in bed all day, but he does; it’s probably because his fever has gotten worse, making it difficult to even stay awake.

In the meantime, Fox has been taking care of him during his free time. Unfortunately it’s impossible for him to shrink his duties, but as soon as he’s done with his shifts, he immediately goes to Thorn, exactly like he just did.

“Thorn?” he calls once he’s inside. “Are you awake?”

He receives no response, which doesn’t really worry him; it more likely means that Thorn’s asleep. The important thing is that he wakes him up in an hour to make him take the medicine the medic’s prescribed to him, but until then he can sleep all he wants.

 With these thoughts in mind, he’s more than surprised to find out not only that Thorn’s actually awake, but that he’s also working. “What the-- Thorn!”

Hearing a sudden yell in his room, Thorn, startled, lets the datapad he had in his hands fall. He tries to catch it before he can fall on the ground, but his reflexes aren’t that fast, and it lands with a thud. “Fox! I…”

“What the hell are you doing?” Fox walks to the datapad, collecting it from the ground. “You’re supposed to be resting, not work your ass off!”

“It’s fiiiine,” Thorn complains. “The fever went down anyways.”

To Fox, he doesn’t look better than he did last time he saw him, but what does he know, right? Still, a glance to the datapad’s screen is enough to tell that even if he’s telling the truth, it’s still not enough to resume working: everything he’s written down looks like gibberish. “Alright, then what does it say here?” he asks then, showing him the screen. Maybe he’ll be able to tell.

Thorn squints his eyes at him, truly focused, but… “Fine, I might not feel that great after all,” he sighs in the end, unable to comprehend what the hell he just wrote.

On another occasion, Fox would’ve smirked at his victory, but all he does now is to put the datapad away from Thorn’s reach, and sit beside him on his bed. “I know it’s hard, but if the medics have told you that you just have to rest, you can’t work.”

At those words, Thorn glares at him. “You’re such a hypocrite,” he groans. As if Fox isn’t the one who always takes the medics’ indications of resting as just a light suggestion, suggestion that he never follows. At least Thorn genuinely felt better, that’s why he decided to get some work done.

“And what are you going to do about it?” Fox challenges him, knowing that, at the moment, he can’t do anything to him. From the way Thorn’s glare worsens, he must know it too.

“I’ll get you back for this,” is all Thorn mutters in the end.

“Sure you will,” Fox replies, not really giving weight to his words.

 In the silence that follows, Fox checks on Thorn.

Well, he wasn’t lying about the fever going down, but it’s still not enough for him to be allowed to make any effort whatsoever.

While he’s doing all this, he does notice however that Thorn is weirdly silent, and it’s not just because he’s sick and tired. “What’s wrong?”

“Huh?”

“You’re making the frowny face you always do when you’re thinking something.”

“Oh…” Thorn mutters. He slowly turns on his side, eyes on Fox. “I’m jus’ sorry, I guess…”

Fox furrows his brows. “For what?”

“You always complain about how much work you’ve got to do… and now you’re stuck taking care of me.”

What? Does Thorn really think this is a problem for him?

“Well, first of all, this isn’t work, or at least, I don’t consider it work,” he begins, leaning down to leave a kiss on Thorn’s forehead, making a smile appear on his face that is so much better than the frown from before. “Besides, do you really think that if I didn’t want this I wouldn’t just leave you to the medics?”

Thorn’s silence speaks volumes. He knows. “Still… thank you.”

“No need to thank me, cyare.” Fox searches for Thorn’s hand, intertwining their fingers together. Thorn’s warm, but not enough to be uncomfortable.

 Time passes and they keep staying like this, silently enjoying each other’s company. At some point Thorn even dozed off, or at least he thinks he did. It’s hard to tell.

Even though Fox is here because he wants to, Thorn is still grateful for him for putting up with him even if he’s sick - actually, especially now that he’s sick.

He won’t say anything, though, since he knows from Fox’s reaction from before that he won’t accept his thanks, and he doesn’t want to push it; not that it changes how he feels of course.

This isn’t a side that Fox shows to many people, so it makes him happy that he’s like this with him, that he trusts him enough to let him see him like this, and that he feels safe enough with him that he can let go.

 Some people would raise an eyebrow at him for thinking this, but frankly, he’s happy that he’s got a partner like him.

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Assorted Clonecest Fics - Game (Cody/Rex | Hunter/Fives | Hunter/Cody) | E

(Fic under the cut!)

“Hunter! Fuck! S-Slow down!” Fives can’t help but to mutter, but Hunter doesn’t listen to him, not when his pride is on the line.

Well, not that the situation is this serious, but he’d still like to win: after all, who would pass up a chance to fuck Marshall Commander Cody himself? Only a fool would do it.

They have an agreement, he and Cody, a game of sorts: they’ll spend the night together with their partners, and whoever makes them come first will get to fuck the other. Everything has been discussed and is consensual; after all, they’re all pretty open to new partners, and this time, things aren’t different.

So no, Fives, he can’t slow down, or else he’ll miss his chance.

He does lower himself to softly kiss his lips, as if to ask forgiveness for his roughness, but he doesn’t stop pounding inside him.

 Rex, on the other hand, doesn’t even try to speak. He’s already way past that. All that comes out of his lips are a series of weak whines, not even moans, as Cody hammers down his ass with a striking precision. It’s like he’s fucking his brains out.

Even if he could speak, he’d just tell Cody to go harder, to go faster, because he, unlike Fives, is a big boy and can handle his internal organs being rearranged.

The position is beginning to get a bit tiring, since he’s got to stay on all fours and all that, but it’s not too bad: if he gets tired, he can lay down and let Cody do the work - after all, it’s not like he’s doing much else anyway.

In and out. In and out. Fuck, he’s close…

 “AAAAAAH!”

It’s all over when Fives screams, coming under Hunter’s unforgiving thrusts. And still Hunter goes on and on and on until he’s ridden all the high.

Only then he stops, sending a victorious grin towards Cody, because he really managed to do it. He’s won.

He opens his lips to say something, but Cody raises his hand, gesturing him to wait, so Hunter does it. Cody’s attention moves back entirely to Rex, and he pushes, pushes and pushes, until Rex too can’t hold back anymore, and with a strangled moan, he comes too.

 Meanwhile, Hunter is tending to Fives, kissing his lips and caressing his body. “You’ve been good, so good…” he drawls against the other’s lips, making Fives smile.

“Happy I could help,” he mutters, unable then to hold back a yawn. “Though you kriffing wrecked me.”

Hunter chuckles, giving Fives a kiss on his forehead. “But you loved it.”

At that, Fives jokingly rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything, because Hunter’s right. He loved every single moment of it.

And now, he’ll get to watch him get frisky with Cody, which will surely be a nice show, one that he intends to fully enjoy.

 Only after Cody has soothed Rex, smothering his hair and leaving a gentle trail of kisses along his back, that he turns himself to Hunter. “So, I lost…”

Hunter smiles to himself, and he lays down, a smug expression on his face that betrays the calm tone with which he speaks. “You don’t seem that broken up about it.”

“Well…” Cody mutters, crawling towards where Hunter is situated, not wasting a second as he climbs on his lap, “one must know how to adapt.”

Hunter looks at him, intrigued, but his attention is soon drawn by Cody’s body, as he brings both hands to his ass, squeezing it, then his strong legs, holding him there - not that he seems to have intentions of moving away. “Lemme look at you,” he says then, raising one hand under Cody’s chin, forcing him to tilt his head back, arching and exposing his body. Cody softly laughs but lets him observe all he wants, though he can’t help a small whine when Hunter mouths at his nipple, lavishing it with attention, and then doing the same to the other.

“Weren’t you supposed to fuck me?” he eggs him on then, but Hunter doesn’t reply to him, making him huff, but otherwise, he just lets him do his thing despite the fact that he’d like him to get a move on.

Oh well, he supposes it’s within Hunter’s rights to enjoy his prize.

 Eventually, however, the time comes for them to get on with it. Cody hums appreciatively when he feels wet fingers circling his rim. “Oh, I thought we were just…” he begins, but Hunter interrupts him before he can continue.

“I’d never go in raw. This has to be good for both of us.”

“How kind of you,” Cody replies, though soon a whine makes its way out of his lips, when Hunter pushes a finger inside.

Oh yeah, this is definitely going to be good.

 They’re both so eager to get it going, that you could argue that the preparations are a bit rushed, but they don’t mind. Though when Cody beings to slowly slide down on Hunter’s cock, he does regret it a bit; just a little though, since he’s more than capable of handling a bit of pain. “Fuck…”

Hunter, on his part, is completely enjoying the show of Cody impaling himself on his cock. He can’t lie, he’s thought about this multiple times, and to finally have it become true…

 He gets distracted only momentarily by the sound of kisses that are lazily exchanged between Rex and Fives. They both still look out of it, but they’re slowly recovering and having some fun on their own. Good for them.

 A hand settles under his chin, forcing him to turn his head. “No distraction,” Cody reprimands him, though he looks more amused than anything.

Hunter doesn’t reply at those words; he just pushes his hips up, getting that last inch inside Cody, who squeaks from the surprise. Adorable.

After getting one arm around his shoulders, using it as leverage, Hunter begins to fuck into his heat as wildly as he did with Fives, making Cody howl and moan. His thighs quake every time Hunter thrusts right back inside, and Hunter runs his free hand over one of them, feeling the muscles under his touch. Cody has such nice legs.

 With the build up from before, neither of them lasts that long, but they sure make up for it with the intensity with which they push back against each other, they kiss, they moan in each other’s mouths.

“Are you gonna come on my cock?” Hunter whispers to Cody’s ear, making him shiver and whine. Even though he doesn’t say anything, the way he keeps pushing back so that Hunter can penetrate even deeper inside him is answer enough.

He pushes and pushes, until the tension that has been building up inside him becomes too much for him to hold back, and so he comes, filling Cody up with his cum. Cody throws his head back at the sensation, but he doesn’t stop moving not even once, milking every last drop out of him, until he too comes, completely untouched.

 He collapses on Hunter, who of course catches him. He wants to tell him how amazing this has been, but he finds himself unable to speak. Holy shit, that was mind blowing.

A small whine escapes Cody’s lips when he pulls out, but apart from that he doesn’t react much at all. It looks like every single one of them still has to recover from what just happened, huh? Fair.

 Thinking about it, Hunter supposes he could use five minutes of rest himself, actually. Yes, that would be very nice.

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So happy to see you’re taking prompts again! Can I have a nsfw Cody/Waxer/Boil with lots of praise and kissing?

(I don’t know if this counts as a “heavy kink” so if it does please feel free to ignore this detail, but I would love to see Cody getting double-stuffed by his men, with lots of care and love, of course)

(Ohohohohoh hell yeah! I love this ship so much so I’m always happy when I get to write them. Also dp is fine for me; the only reason why I was unsure on whether to put it here or not it’s because I already wrote that for them and I was afraid it would get repetitive, but in the end I say fuck it and I put it anyways)

(Fic under the cut)

“You sure are a sight for sore eyes, you know that, Cody?” Boil can’t help but to say, making Cody chuckle as he keeps riding him. His laugh soon turns into a moan, however, when Waxer, from behind, grabs his chest, squeezing it, and begins to leave a series of kisses from his neck to his shoulder.

“He’s right, you know?” he says then. A shiver runs across Cody’s spine feeling his breath against his neck.

“You’re just saying it because I’m letting you fuck me,” the Commander teases them, though there’s no real heat behind his voice.

Boil leans into his space. “Shut up and just take the compliment,” he mutters, before pressing their lips together, as he grabs Cody by the ass, helping him move up and down on his cock. He’s rewarded by Cody moaning into the kiss at the way he’s being handled.

 “Mmh you two seem to be having fun,” Waxer interjects with a teasing tone. “Should I leave?”

At those words, Cody pulls away from Boil to turn towards the other. He doesn’t say anything, but he grabs Waxer from behind his neck and crashes their lips together.

In the meantime, now that he can concentrate exclusively on that, Boil begins to pound into Cody over and over again, slowly making him lose track of everything: the kisses he’s sharing with Waxer turns more into him keeping his mouth open and Waxer playing with him with his tongue. “So good…”

 When they pull away, Cody speaks again. “Waxer…” he calls him.

“What is it Cody? You’re ready?”

Cody nods affirmatively, prompting Boil to stop thrusting into his heat, even though it’s hard for him to stop, but he doesn’t want to make Waxer’s job more difficult than it needs to be.

Speaking of Waxer, he lines up with cock to Cody’s entrance, ready to press on. The most difficult part is to get the tip inside, but once that’s done, the rest goes in pretty smoothly, although Waxer makes sure to go slow enough for Cody to get used to the sensation. He bites his lower lip as he watches Boil kissing Cody in order to distract him; such a great view…

Once he bottoms out, he stays still, keeping his hands on Cody’s shoulders so that he can hold onto something. “You feel incredible,” he can’t help but to mutter, making Cody shiver. It’s a good thing that he’s busy kissing Boil, or else he would’ve tried to retort with something - he’s shit at taking compliments, as demonstrated before.

 Slowly, oh-so-slowly, both Waxer and Boil begin to rock their hips together, sliding in and out of Cody, who moans each time they thrust back in. It brings back memories.

“Hey,” Waxer begins, “you remember the first time we tried this? You got so overwhelmed back then.”

Cody groans at those words, burying his head against Boil’s shoulder while the other laughs - traitor. “Ugh, why did you have to remind me?”

“Because look at you now! You’re taking us so well!” Waxer, replies, nuzzling his nose against Cody’s hair, only to then leave a kiss on the back of his nape. “You’re so good…”

This time, Cody doesn’t retort to the compliment, too busy moaning at the praise, which brings Waxer and Boil to begin thrusting a bit harder inside him. For a moment they lock gazes with each other, and then they move, almost entirely in sync, so that they can kiss each other, with Cody still trapped between the two of them.

They pull away after who knows how long - they’ve lost track of time - and after exchanging another gaze, they begin kissing every inch of Cody they can get their lips on, making a few chuckles mix up with the moans that Cody’s making.

“Fuck… Guys… You feel so… Ah!”

Waxer chuckles. Looks like they’re doing a good job if Cody’s can’t even finish a sentence. “We feel what, sir?”

That last word sends a shiver down Cody’s spine. “Good… Fuck! You feel good!”

He keeps going, shouting expletives and ordering them to keep going, which of course they do. When Boil sneaks a hand to grab Cody’s cock, feeling it leaking a bit already, he can’t help but to smirk. “Close already?” he asks, though despite the teasing tone, he’s not in such better conditions, not with the feeling of being enveloped by Cody mixed with the one of Waxer’s cock sliding beside his.

Cody nods, then he says “It’s your fault,” before capturing Boil’s lips with his own. He begins moving in tandem with the other two, riding their dicks so that he can feel them even deeper.

 “Kriff! Cody!” Waxer exclaims, taken by surprise. He’s the first one to come, covering not only Cody’s walls in his jizz, but also Boil’s cock. After a moment, he’s forced to pull out, too overwhelmed by how everything feels, but this doesn’t mean that he doesn’t give Boil a hand: with one hand, he begins to play with Cody’s balls, while with the other he pinches his nipple, and that’s not all, because he leans close to his ear so that he can whisper the filthiest thing to him. “C’mon, Kot’ika. Don’t you want to show Boil how much you appreciate him? He’s waiting for you to come on his cock…”

Between that and Boil’s unforgiving pace, it takes little for Cody to tip over the edge, coming while Boil keeps fucking him over and over, even when it becomes too much. Thankfully for him, at least, the other doesn’t take long to come as well, burying himself deep inside him with one last thrust, kissing Cody’s temple, right on the scar, as if to apologize for these last few moments. It brings a smile to Cody’s face, who leans down to leave a small peck on his lips, then he turns towards Waxer to do the same. Only then, he slumps against them.

 “I…” He really has no words to describe what happened, but thankfully for him, Waxer and Boil know him well enough to understand.

Boil cups his face between his hands, and he smiles at him, while Waxer kisses the top of Cody’s hair, which seems to be enough to soothe him.

“We know, Cody. We know.”

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Assorted Clonecest Fics - Threat (Fives/Kix) | E

(Fic under the cut!)

Kix isn’t a mean person, far from it, but more often than not he finds himself saying stuff that he’d never utter otherwise in the heat of the moment: too much stress, too many people who don’t understand the meaning of the phrase “be safe”.

With this premise, it’s not that surprising that he would threaten to tie Fives up in order for him to get medicated. No, what is surprising is how much they’d both be into it.

Fives might be losing some sleep over this, fantasizing about Kix making that threat a reality. What could he do to him, then? The possibilities are endless, and all of them are delicious…

As for Kix, well… it’s the exact same. He can’t stop thinking about actually tying Fives to the cot, getting him all riled up until all he can do is to squirm and beg for more.

On one particular night, he even finds himself jerking off to this fantasy, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep if he doesn’t do it. He imagines Fives all tied up, eager for Kix to give him something, anything; he’s panting Kix name, wiggling his hips in a fruitless attempt to get him to do something about it, at least until the Kix in the scenario takes him by the hips and slams his cock inside him - did he even prepare him? Who cares, this is just a fantasy - and begins to fuck him with all the build up tension he’s accumulated since he’s made that threat.

With those images playing in his mind, it doesn’t take him long to come, at all.

It’s when he raises the palm of his hand to his face, observing how dirty it is, that he realizes how fucked he is.

Convincing Fives to do it is the easiest thing Kix has ever done in all his life. Turns out that he was going to ask him, if Kix hadn’t done it first.

What’s harder is to find the right time to do it, since it’s not like the medbay is never unoccupied, and besides, people need those cots, so not only they’d be taking space someone would need, but they would also have to go all the way to sanitize it after they’re done with the endeavors, because they couldn’t leave it like that.

No, they can’t do it there, although this doesn’t mean that they can’t do it somewhere else…

Renting a place is pretty easy, easier than Kix thought at least. Looks like being an ARC comes with its perks even outside of the battlefield, with all the connections Fives has now; oh well, this isn’t what matters now, but this doesn’t mean that Kix isn’t grateful when Fives walks up to him, one day, at the medbay, and whispers to his ear that everything’s ready.

A small shiver runs down his spine, but Kix tries to look as inconspicuous as he can, not wanting the others to suddenly pry in his private affairs.

Still, he can’t wait for that night to come, knowing that it’ll be amazing.

He’s going to wreck Fives so much…

“Too tight?” Kix asks after securing Fives’ wrists against the bed’s headboard.

Fives tugs at his bindings for a moment, but he can’t manage to get free. “Nah, it’s good,” he replies then.

Kix kiss his lips, and he can’t help but to smile at the way Fives moans into it, already lost to the sensation. He even begins to rub himself against Kix’s body, which is unacceptable, and that’s why Kix stops him. “Oh no, you’re gonna stay still now.”

Fives shivers at those words, then a whine comes out of his lips. Oh, this is going to be so much fun.

Kix would’ve loved to go slower with the preparations, but he didn’t account for how horny he himself was going to get at the view of Fives all spread out and ready for him.

Oh well, he at least manages to take his time in stretching Fives out, to the point that he can’t help but to whine, clearly frustrated. “Kix, pleeeeeeease!”

“Not yet,” Kix replies. “Wouldn’t want you to get injured while we do this, right?”

“But Kiiiiiix! I’m ready, I swear!”

“Mmmmmh,” Kix pretends to think about it, arching his fingers up at the same time, which causes Fives to buck his hips up and gasp for the sudden pleasure, “but you’re so pretty like this…”

That’s not a lie: he’s really enjoying the view of Fives arching against the sheets, desperate for his cock. He’s even begun leaking some precum on his stomach - truly adorable. He even moans at the praise.

“Kix… Kix, please!” he insists, however, voice becoming more desperate by the second. Not that he manages to move Kix, however.

“No,” he says in fact, shaking his head. “Count this as revenge for always skipping medbay,” he adds then.

“Kix, c’mon, you can’t…” Fives begins, interrupting himself to moan when Kix crooks his fingers again ever so slightly. “Please Kix, I’m… I’m gonna die.”

“No you’re not. Don’t be such a baby,” Kix scolds him, which causes Fives to moan just like he did when he praised him. Guess he likes it both ways, huh?

Kix is merciless in the way he continues to deny Fives, giving him just enough to keep him interested, but not enough that it would make him get off of it.

No matter how much Fives begs him, he still keeps going, to the point that Fives is even trying to unbind himself - well, good luck with that.

“Kix…” he drawls, barely understandable. “Please.”

“The more you try to convince me, the less I feel like giving it to you, you know that?” Kix teases him, smirking at the way Fives huffs and whines. At least that manages to get him to stop trying to convince him to pick up the pace.

When Kix leans down, parting his lips around Fives’ cock with the intention of giving him a blowjob in addition to the teasing, he knows from the sound the other makes that they’ve reached his limit. More than this will break him, and, as much as Kix wouldn’t mind doing that, he also wants to keep things fun for both of them, so he pulls away, fingers still deep inside Fives’ ass though.

“Alright, I might grant your wish after all,” he says, kissing the side of Fives’ thigh.

“Y-Yeah?” the other asks, voice quivering.

Kix nods, and he removes his fingers, noticing how Fives’ entrances twitches at the sudden feeling of emptiness. He rubs his thighs reassuringly, then he gets closer to him, spreading his legs so that he can comfortably stay between them, all while Fives keeps looking at him, expectantly.

He throws his head back, moaning, when Kix begins to push the head of his cock inside him, meeting no resistance whatsoever as he keeps pushing - he’s prepared him well, after all.

Once he’s all the way inside, Fives is already trying to push him to move, expecting Kix to oppose some resistance like he did before, but no, this time he goes along with it, and even more.

He did say that he was going to wreck Fives after all, didn’t he?

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