#Rexy Writes

[goliath-de-senfina-sango]

Interview with the Omnitrix

@floralflowerpower Wanted to make sure you got to seeee Find it on ao3 buds!

With the Hybreed defeated and a new playlist of aliens to figure out, Ben let himself enjoy the parties going on at home and gave Ken the pout of his life when he was denied any alcohol.  “If I’m old enough to save the galaxy from genocide, I think I’m old enough to drink.”  Apparently, it didn’t work that way, but Mom agreed with Ben and he got a whole 8 ounces of some fruity blend of stuff.  He was dizzy the rest of the night on into his sleep.

When the celebrations were done with, Ben found himself sitting in his room, staring down at the Omnitrix.

“We saved the whole galaxy because you can alter genes on the fly.  Can you… can you answer me if I ask you questions?”

In his own voice, the watch responded, “Affirmative.”

“Would’ve been great to know but that’s my fault for not checking I guess.  So, the way that you returned the DNAliens back to human form, would you be able to fix Albedo back to his original form too?”

“Affirmative.”

“Well, that’s on the list I guess.  Ben 10,000 mentioned putting a lock on you, is there a way to make sure other people can’t transform me without my consent?”

“Affirmative, morph lock currently disengaged.  Would you like to engage the morph lock?”

“Oh my god, yes!  Engage morph lock, please.”  The watch beeped twice, then clicked, and Ben pumped his fist in the air.  “Awesome!  Okay, what else… hey, how come back when I was a kid you turned me into the wrong alien and timed out at random?”

Ben swore he felt judgment that wasn’t his hitting him from all sides.  “During referenced time of 2004 A.D. to 2005 A.D. Omnimatrix Model 1.00 was far more delicate and susceptible to glitches and damage.  User Ben Tennyson only activated the primary transformation function properly once: the very first time.”

Ben sucked on his teeth with a wince.  “Is slamming your dial the problem?”

“Transformation countdown was randomized with each excessively forceful activation.  Morph randomization is a result of built-up damage and errors typical of any prototype.  Morph randomization has since been fixed, and morph duration reliant on charge.”

Ben tilted his head, scratching his neck.  “Alright, that brings me to another question that paying attention in science class and going on adhd spirals on the internet has had me confused about.  Nothing comes from nothing, so where do you get your charge?”

“Original power source: pocket dimension crafted by First Thinker Azmuth, to which an increasing number of black holes lead, filling it with white holes.  Current secondary source: user Ben Tennyson’s excess mana, which would otherwise damage User Ben Tennyson’s body.”

Well shit.

“Elaborate on the mana part.”

“User: Ben Tennyson produces large quantities of previously unknown energy, now classified as mana.  Other sapient beings are observed to produce varying quantities of mana, the smallest being found in Galvanic Mechamorphs.  User’s human body is insufficient for containment of natural mana production.  Previous glitches involving excess mana generation include manifestation of consciousness within ectonurite genomorph.

“Reference: Verdona Tennyson of Anodine indicates failure to regulate User’s excess mana production will result in User’s human body becoming a mass of mana charged plasma, similar to the revealed true form of Verdona Tennyson.” late User’s excess mana production will result in User’s human body becoming a mass of mana charged plasma, similar to the revealed true form of Verdona Tennyson.”

Ben took a deep breath in for 4 seconds, held it for 4 more, and let it out over the course of 4 seconds.

“Asking Grandma about that is also on my to do list, at the top probably.  I just need to figure out how to contact her.”  Ben rubbed his temples and considered whether or not he could handle more answers to his questions.

“Hey omnitrix, are you able to change my human body?”

“Affirmative.”

“… Have you changed my human body in the past?”

“Negative.”

After a moment of making the kinds of changes most teenage boys would when presented with that kind of opportunity, Ben furrowed his brows in thought.

“Hey, Ship remembers all of the things he’s upgraded, so how come when I was Upgrade I never kept the blueprints for all the stuff I upgraded?”

“Galvanic Mechamorphs are completely mechanical entities with nanites in place of cells.  The Galvanic Mechamorph stores consciousness and memories very differently from how a human being does.  Maintaining a record of your memories and consciousness during the disassembly and reconstruction of your brain is no small task.”

Ben nodded, shrugging.  “Too complicated to do when you’ve got more important things to prioritize, got it.  So, before I go and figure out the new aliens you’ve given me, I’ve got one more question.

“If my excess mana brought Ghost Freak to life, are you alive?”

#rexy writes #Ben 10 #Ben 10 Alien Force #fanfiction #fanfic #Ben Tennyson #Omnitrix #Omnimatrix

[deejadabbles]

Ruin (Rex x Fem!Reader) Smut

Summary: Rex proves why clones are superior to natborns. A.N: I....I don't know what to say for myself. I woke up horny and key smashed this filth onto my laptop. Word Count: 1,085 Warnings: Rough sex (with aftercare), marking, dirty talk, competency kink, a hint of choking, mentions of clone bigotry.

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You had no idea what had gotten into Rex that night, but whatever it was, you were reaping the best benefits from it.

His hands had a bruising grip on your wrists as they pinned you to the bed, his hip pounding relentlessly into you as he took you from behind, growling and grunting lowly in your ear. His cock was stretching you with every thrust, barely prepared to take him when he threw you on the bed. Getting so wet from the way he pulled your clothes off was your only saving grace as he practically impaled you.

Rex must have decided that you were too quiet for him, because without warning his lips moved from your ear, darting down to give your shoulder a rough bite. Something just short of a scream ripped from your throat as you threw your head back- or at least, as much as you could, with him pinning you down with his whole body.

“That’s it,” he growled, tongue darting out to soothe the mark he left, “moan and scream as loud as you want. Let everyone hear you. Kark, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You get off letting everyone know that you’re in here, getting fucked by a clone.”

The way he hissed out the word startled you, even in the heat of the moment. So, that’s what got into him. You tried to lean back, press your lips to his ear or temple or any part of him you could reach as he grazed his teeth over more of your skin.

“I'm getting fucked by a man, not just a clon- AH!” 

Another guttural sound left you when he reangled his hips, fucking even deeper as he bit you again. “It’s alright, mesh’la,” he hummed against your skin, “I know what they think of us, what they think of me.” Another growl as he released his death grip on your wrist and instead wrapped his large hand around your throat. “Thinking we’re beneath them, like kriffing droids.” He gave just the lightest squeeze, fingers playing at your neck, “But you know different, don’t you, darling? You ever had a natborn fuck you like this? Fuck you this good?”

You couldn’t stand it, between his hips pounding against your ass, his hands and teeth marking you up, and those filthy words, you were a mess, eyes rolling back, mouth agape, body like jelly under him. All you could manage was an urgent nod and a whimper of agreement.

Rex grunted his disapproval, before dragging his hand down your body and shoving it between the bed and your cunt. He laid out his rough fingers right where he was grinding you into the mattress, curling the digits just right so your clit rubbed hard against them with every thrust of his bruising hips.

“Say it,” he growled, “tell me why you let this clone fuck you.”

You made sure your moan of a curse was loud as your body pulsed with pleasure under him. Kriff, you were close, so close! Somehow, you found your voice, even if it was a raw, barely coherent mess. “B-best I’ve ever had! No one ever fu-fucked me so good, no one but you, Rex!”

That got his approval, he hummed, nuzzling you just below your ear, his hips and hands never letting up. “That’s right, mesh’la, ruined you, haven’t I? Ruined you for any other man.”

“Yes- yes! Fuck, Rex, want you to ruin me over ‘n over.”

You could feel his cock twitch at that, the hand still pinning your wrist tightening possessively. His lips returned to your ear and right when his fingers started to work in tandem with his thrusts, he purred, “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

Your pleasure reached its peak suddenly and blind hot, so euphoric that you weren’t even sure what you sounded like when it happened. It must have been music to his ears, though, because he let out a distracted curse as he slid the hand from your clit to grip your hip. Just like everything else about him tonight, it was hard and rough, holding you in place as Rex readjusted himself again, using your abused cunt to chase his own end.

It didn’t take him long and you cried out in overstimulated bliss as you felt him spill deep inside you, filling you up, making you his yet again. Just like all the marks he left that night. You couldn’t help but whimper when he pulled out of you, feeling his cum dripping on your ass and thighs. 

Neither of you were able to breathe right after that, and Rex collapsed half on the bed, half over you and he tried to get his ragged breathing under control. You were laying there, spent, eyes closed and uncaring of the mess your open mouth and dripping pussy were making of the sheets.

Still, when Rex, still breathing hard, started laying tender kisses over your hair, you shuddered with delight. He moved your body this way and that until he was under you with your head to his chest. Next, he took your wrist and brought it to his mouth, soft lips pressing gently to where he had held you so tightly.

“I- I left bruises, didn’t I?” he mumbled, and the shame underlying his tone made you look up, “ ‘m sorry, cyare, I don’t know what got into me.”

His gentle hold made it easy for you to reach out and cup his cheek, thumb tracing over his lips. “Nothing to apologize for, Rex. I’m not complaining.”

You wanted to ask who and what was said about clones that got him so upset, mostly so you could give the di’kutla a piece of your mind, but you decided to save that for later. Right now, you just wanted to show Rex exactly how superior he was to anyone who thought less of him. With all the strength you could muster, you raised yourself up, straddling his hips and holding his face in both hands. You kissed him, pulling him against your still sore body and running your hands over his short hair.

He moaned into your mouth and this time his fingers gripped your hips gently, kneading the tender skin with care.

“Rex,” your tone was breathy when you pulled back, holding his gaze as you said, “I’m going to show you how thankful I am that you ruin me every night.”

Slowly, a smirk lifted his mouth, and that haze of possessive need darkened his eyes again.

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#nobody look at me #this is the second time my writing plans for the day have been hijacked by sexy rexy #idk what brought this on. besides wanting rex to pin me to the bed #captain rex x reader #rex x reader #captain rex x you #spicy lemons #sexy rexy #clone thirsting #deeja writes #rex smut #captain rex smut

[pastafossa]

Sometimes you just need a little encouragement. Thank you Supervisor Rexie for helping me with my chapter.

#friend sent me a belated christmas gift and THIS WAS IN IT #her name is Rexie and she is now by my desk #she will write and hold a new motivational note each week

[steam-powered-chaos]

Family Time!

[A request by @zer0sgoldchain!]

The park was quiet this time of autumn, perfect for a certain little family of robots to have a nice time, just the three of them together, Rexy being pushed gently on a swing by Zer0, with N0va watching with amusement from a nearby bench. Rexy suddenly hopped off the swing when it slowed, trailing his beloved Whalie with them and bending down to inspect a snail making its way across and into its grassy home. Zer0 crouched beside it, watching the snail with the same awed expression, whilst N0va chuckled warmly, getting up and gently lifting up Rexy, giving his face a little clean.

Zer0 was still on the floor, staring at the snail as it disappeared into the grass, Rexy giggling and clapping, whilst N0va gently patted his shoulder to get his attention. He stood up with a grin, giving Rexy a kiss on their head, and giving N0va a kiss on the lips, the two of them gently pressing their foreheads together as they crossed back over to sit with each other on the bench, hand in hand, Rexy babbling and smiling up at his mother and father. The three of them bundled onto the bench, leaning into each other as N0va gently loses Ed her hold on Rexy to let it go crawling around curiously, but still keeping her eye on him.

A few pigeons landed nearby, as Zer0 gently tossed some seeds to them, Rexy clapping, giggling and pointing at the birds, and Zer0 gently passed them some seeds to give to the pigeons. The birds fluttered down, landing on Zer0’s arm and head, N0va quickly getting a picture of her family feeding the pigeons with gentleness that to the regular human would seem uncharacteristic of robots, but these weren’t regular automatons, they were a family and full of love for everyone, but most importantly, for each other. The sky began to darken with the cool autumn breeze and Rexy slowly fell asleep, crawling into Zer0’s arms for a nap. So the family got up, gathering their things and getting ready to head back home.

“Say bye to the birdies Rexy!” N0va murmured and Rexy gently waved, giggling as the family headed home, the baby slowly drifting into a peaceful, comforting state of stasis, surrounded by the ones he loved, and loved them very dearly.

#spg #steam powered giraffe #fanbot #spg fanbot #Not my fanbot #writing requests #spg oc #Fanbot N0va #Fanbot Rexy #zer0 spg

[superbeeny]

Getting your audience to like your antagonists and villains doesn’t necessarily need to start with watching them be very obviously sad because of their tragic backstory,  even though it’s necessary to lots of stories.  Sometimes, they can be like the “meat’s back on the menu boys” orc where the audience roots for them to get what they want (his captives uneaten and unmutilated because he follows orders and expects his followers to do the same) and cheers/laughs when they succeed over their personal obstacles (he kills the unruly subordinate AND solves his group’s food problem for the moment). 

#like the tragedy of the orcs is apparent if you're paying attention #but there's something to be said for 'I like this antagonist because they wreck the less likable antagonist(s)' #or rexy killing the raptors at the end of jurassic park; she got cool heroic sounding music and everything #lord of the rings #the two towers #two towers #merry brandybuck #pippin took #orcs #JRR Tolkien #lotr meta #lord of the rings meta #villain writing meta #peter jackson #movie lotr

[roxy-saurus-rex]

I find it wild that anal sex is a more common tag for akeshu/shuake fics than goro akechi being alive.

#rexy says things #persona 5 #akeshu #shuake #spoilers #i guess #could i think about the weird implications that some people would rather write sex between two teenagers than one of them being alive #yea probably #however that doesnt make it as funny #as my friend put it when i brought this up 'anal sex so good that it raised the dead'

[ajournalingtrex]

“we mothers stand still so our daughters can look back to see how far they’ve come.”

since i’m starting my senior year, my mother handed me the scattering of writings and pictures she’d written sporadically in a baby book until i was 4 years old.

(apparently when i was one, i called them by their first names just like i do now. some things never change.)

i looked at my mother for a long time on this first page: it was the only picture i’d ever seen of her pregnant with me. she seemed so happy, and that was almost what broke me.

the wish for my life that my mother had written for me nearly 18 years ago was that she wanted me to be healthy. that no matter where i went and what i did, that i would pick myself back up again when i fell. that she wanted me to always remember how much my family loved me. above all, she had written that she wanted me to be happy.

that entire book drips with so much love, it doesn’t go a single page without saying it. calls me a bright girl. advanced for her age. so smiley. always happy and glowing. a fast talker. a faster walker. their beautiful baby girl.

just an hour before, my mother had told me that she didn’t think i was turning out to be a good person.

my mother has broken my heart many a time. i could count instance after instance, scene after scene like i was living in some terrible drama. everybody knows it and nobody wants to talk about it. and neither do i; do you honestly think i want to make my parents my personality as much as i have?

i don’t really have to, anyway. those who have issues with their parents wear it like a dog tag, like an underage flier with their ticket strapped to their chest. i have issues written across their back in place of a kick me sign.

i keep wanting this heartbreak to happen for the last time. for all the fights at 16 about depression to be it. for the screamed rant at 12 about how i wasn’t lonely and i was being dramatic to be the one. for all the times in my childhood where i’ve ever sought my dad’s arms instead of my mother’s to be the tipping point.

i want to stop caring; because jesus, i know i don’t exactly love her, but it’s not an indifference towards her words. it hurts, still. she’s still my mother. my mom. i called her momma at one point.

i want to brush it off.

but it is not so simple. it will take a long time and a lot of work for me and her if i ever wanted to love her again, much less love her in the way that she loves me. and yet knowing all she’s been through in her life, i can work to hold her in a kindness that i know she will never hold for me. a holistic understanding, rather than picking and choosing what i want to understand.

yet that hope is dangerous. and i am reminded of it every day when i find that small child in my heart curled into a ball at my feet. discarded and weeping.

i remember when i pick her up and set her on my hip, wiping the choppy bangs out of her eyes and pressing a kiss to her forehead. holding her gently as she curls into me and sobs.

i’m just as lost as her.

because in every single thing i have done every day of my life—every achievement, every failure, every action, every movement, every relationship, every word—i have pleaded i want my mommy.

and today she finally told me that if i’m not a carbon copy of her, she does not want me back.

that if i am not their beautiful baby girl, if i am instead just their baby, they aren’t interested.

the dejection and sorrow you feel from knowing that the people who are supposed to love you the most in all the world don’t like who you want to be is unimaginable.

#crossposted #:( #writing #poetry #i guess (?) #anyway. very vulnerable on main today ig #my mother’s never said it so bluntly before #which hurt #and yeah. it makes you feel like scum #and suddenly you are bleeding out across the floor #and nobody around is holding the gun #but there is hope #for when someone you are certain cares takes both you and the child at your feet into their arms #it is an unparalleled feeling. i promise. #i hold on because i know i deserve to be held like that again #it won’t save you. that alone can’t. but it will teach you about love #and love will be the first step in saving yourself #my advice: #start with the child weeping at your feet. nobody will hold them if you don’t #rexy wrote a thing

[tang3rin3dr3am]

One more time

It has gotten to a point where the hollowness of my stomach and the hunger I feel makes me feel beautiful. I feel complete fulfillment in the lack of completeness within my body. The sounds are an indication that what I am doing is working, I'm hurting myself enough to repent for my wrongness.

The ache and throbbing ecstasy until it's not.

It's fun until it can't be.

It's beautiful until it no longer is.

#my writing #writers on tumblr #writing #therapy #bad thoughts #dear diary #sad thoughts #thoughts #bad thinking diary #diary #tw mental health #tw ed but not sheeran #an@rexi@ #@nor3xia #@tw edd #@na vent #writting #creative writing #write #new writers on tumblr #tumblr writers #writerscommunity #writing community #spilled ink #spilled writing #spilled words #spilled thoughts #thinking #deep thoughts #trauma

[mxkyrie]

My smut collection grows!

Chapter 7 is soft morning sex with the lovely Captain Rex

If you are under 18 DO NOT INTERACT. DO NOT CLICK THE LINK. DO NOT READ THIS.

If you do then I’m coming for your left shoes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31171904/chapters/98080518

#star wars #the clone wars #my writing #lemons #ao3 link #minors stay away #captain rex #sexy rexy

[probablynot-john]

I love the unique dynamic of jedtavius so much, but why does everyone usually pit Jed as the dumb one?Jedediah Strong Smith was an accomplished explorer with a decent education, who could fully read and write in a time when literacy wasnt always standard (he also learned some latin, fanfiction writers do with that what you will). Meanwhile, Octavius not only probably believes the earth is flat but genuinely believes that the sun revolves around the earth. It doesn't come into conversation much, so no one has corrected him. (Heliocentrism wasn't really accepted until the mid 1700s).

Not to say that Jed doesn't have his own historical misconceptions. The theory of evolution didn't really get off the ground until well into the 1800s, and the real Jedediah Smith died in 1831 (same year Charwin left on the HMS Beagle). So he probably initially thought Rexy was some kind of dragon monster.

It's weird the think about wat the early days of the museum were like before everyone figured what was really going on.

But imagine, Octavius makes some off handed comment about falling off the "edge of the earth"

Jed: what in the Sam hill are you talking about partner?🤨

Octavius *loves Jedediah dearly, but genuinely thinks that he's a sweet simple bafoon sometimes* because the world is flat my love. Don't be embarrassed for not knowing that😊

Eventually, this leads to a fight bad enough that they need Larry to intervene. From then on, once a week, Larry holds family meetings so the exhibits can ask questions about the outside world and update their knowledge.

#night at the museum #jed and octavius #jedediah smith #gaius octavius #larry daley #jedtavius #this post kinda got away from me #still a neat idea

[goliath-de-senfina-sango]

Lovers' Wrath

Danny is feeling a bit chilly, but that doesn't stop breakfast conversations from getting heated. The plan to find and help Elle is going smooth as ice, but the day may go up in flames thanks to a furious pair of ghosts casting a shadow over Danny's day.

Welcome to Chapter 5 of A Phantom Adopted! Find it also on ao3

A gift to @floralflowerpower and @five-rivers

Danny woke up groaning for several variably unpleasant reasons.  The sun was shining directly into his eyes, he was hungry enough to eat an entire pig all by himself, his core - that’s what Toby called it - felt like his legs after a day of running from Dash before the accident, and he was pretty sure his room was a balmy 50°F.

About average for a school day.

First thing was first: stretching and a hot shower.  Even turned up as hot as it would go, it felt warm at best.  Danny phased the water off of himself before he’d finished turning the shower off.  He bundled up in a white long sleeve covered in red and blue stars with his longest socks before heading downstairs, rubbing his arms.

When he got down to the kitchen, Danny was met with Jazz pouring over a book.  He shot a text to Tucker and Sam to let them know he was about to eat and beelined for the fridge.

“Hey Pep-step, why’s the A/C on so high?”

“It’s set to 69 degrees, as usual, because dad is about as mature as you are.  Feeling cold, Spangled Star?”

Danny snorted, looking at everything on the shelves.  “Feels like Halloween night in here.  Ya think it’s safe for me to eat the ectoweenies?”  The animated sausages growled at him, but Danny bared his teeth – four of which were canines twice as long as natural – in a grin at them.

Danny could feel Jazz’s stare on the back of his head, but he decided to follow the internet’s amazing advice: if it’s not text, it's not real.  Jazz could give him all the weird looks she wanted, but Danny was trying to enjoy his summer and that meant as few awkward talks as possible.

“I did suggest you eat ecto-contaminated food, and doing just that clearly gave you a major boost of energy.  Please at least cook them though?”

“Well duh, cold meat tastes weird without ice cream.”

“Oh god, do you still mix up your food like that?  Danny that’s absolutely disgusting.”

Danny ignored Jazz’s fake gagging noises with all of the maturity she claimed to have while he grabbed the Tupperware the weenies were in and quickly tossed them into the phase-proof air-fryer, ignoring all of their snarling and slapping down the few that managed to nearly escape.  The ecto-weenies cooking, Danny went back to the fridge and pulled out some ingredients, humming a Dumpty Humpty song to himself while he prepared an omelette.  Glancing at Jazz, he arched a brow to match the Look she was giving him.

“What?  I’m eating my normal greens and my ghostly greens, isn’t that amazing of me?  Since, ya know, some of us actually know how to cook in this house.”

“I know perfectly well how to cook, Danny.”

“Oh yeah, sure you do.  I meant from scratch, not microwaving things, but we can call that cooking.”

Jazz glared at him and Danny chuckled, oiling up his pan.  Danny turned the shells of the eggs intangible and tossed them in the trash once the contents hit the pan, and he stirred carefully.  When he looked back at Jazz – head turning further than humanly possible, because why not – she was once again nose deep in her book.

“It appears Axiom labs is patenting nanobot technology.  That’ll be an amazing revolution for so many aspects of life!  Nanobots would make an amazing surgical tool!”

“Mmm, yeah, if they can get the controls right.  Fixing up a human body is delicate work, and I feel like they’d focus on the 3D printing aspect of it first.  Oh stars, you know Mom and Dad are gonna make their own if they find out.”

“True, but don’t you mean when?  Mom does still read publications of research papers and breakthroughs.”

Danny shrugged, nodding as he chopped up his veggies while the spatula kept mixing up his eggs.  A shiver ran down his spine and frost collected on the blade of his knife.  “Yeah, but they’d go for a bugbot design for variety, and they’d start at least a centimeter big.”

When Jazz debated him on the pros and cons of insectoid minibots, he knew that whatever it was she wanted to talk about wasn’t going to be fun.  She saved the unpleasant conversations for when Danny had a full stomach, or at least as close to full as he could get.  At least he’d get to eat his breakfast before he froze that too.

He shivered and pulled the spatula away from the pan just in time.  The green glow had flickered to blue in a wave, and everything sticking to the spatula went rigid as steel.  It hissed when he put it back in the pan, along with he vegetables, but that was fine.

Jazz described some kind of medical procedure in polite amounts of detail while Danny devoured his food.  The ecto-weenies tried to bite back, but their teeth was made of cooked flesh instead of something sharp.

Once Danny finished his food, he descended into a fit of shivers, blue light covering everything he saw instead of the usual green when his powers acted up.  Even his sweater felt like a fridge, and Jazz eyed him with enough concern that he felt worse for it.

“I-I guesss Cole’s little l-l-lesson on thec old really shook me up inside.  Guess I need to ask him how he keeps warm when his fa-fashion is so breezy.”

Jazz sighed, shaking her head as she closed her book.  Danny felt that excellent puns were not grounds for the Dissapointed Look Jazz hit him with, especially not as he shook the table trying to warm himself up.  He floated up to the kitchen light and grabbed the bulb, pleasantly surprised that it didn’t hurt.  That was probably a bad thing though.

“Danny, Tucker tells me that 2 weeks ago, you met a clone of yourself, created by Vlad, who you turned over to the side of good before letting her fly off dramatically into the sunset.  Elle, apparently?  Who you neglected to tell me about.”

“Uh, yeah, I just didn’t think you really needed to know about her?”

Jazz narrowed her eyes and the bulb was room temperature at best now.  Fuck.

“In my defense, it never occurred to me that she hadn’t figured out something from Vlad’s lab on how to stabilize herself.  Ghosts are held together by the will to live.  I never exactly imagined anyone losing that, let alone Elle.”

“Danny, do you even know where she planned on staying?  How old she is or appears to be?  Does she know how to get a house or apartment?”

Danny sighed, shrugging as he rubbed his arms up to his shoulders.  He turned on the stove and held a hand over the flames, soaking in the heat as much as he could.

“She looks like me, if I hadn’t transitioned, and I’m pretty sure she’s got copies of my memories or something, but she’d only be a year old at most and I dunno how to do those things, so she probably doesn’t.  I dunno how to survive on my own, Jazz, I barely know how to get by with you guys.  What was I supposed to do?”

Jazz threw her hands in the air, whisper-shouting now – their parents must’ve been in the lab then.  “You could’ve told me!  I could’ve helped, I could've had Tucker forge her some documents and use my and Sam’s connections to get Elle into an adoptive home, safe from our parents at least, with gear to keep her safe from Vlad!”

Jazz’s eyes were misting up now and Danny wasn’t sure what to do.  He’d dimmed an active lightbulb with his hand and the stove’s flame was flickering even as it grazed his skin.  Danny had no intention of finding out what touching skin would do.

“Danny this isn’t the same as when I insisted that I’m more of an adult than Mom and Dad, or when I threw myself into trying to help you guys ghost hunt.  I can in fact help you and your friends with things as a person with more life experience, who is actively looking toward the future!  I’m your big sister, I’m supposed to protect you, to help you!  Please, just… let me help.

“Please.”

Danny focused on the cold spreading through his body in waves, imagining a frosty blue fog, and demanded that it retreat back into his buzzing core.  The cold receded for a moment and Danny rushed over to pull Jazz into a tight hug, rubbing her back.  Jazz squeezed back, and he did his best to ignore the warm heat of tears hitting his sweater.

“I’m sorry, Jazz.  I promise, from now on, I’ll tell you when I think I need help.  Stars know I’m in over my head all the time.  I just got used to trying to deal with it all with just me, Tuck and Sam, but I’m gonna do better from now on.”

Jazz sniffled and nodded, and for a long moment they just held each other.

The doorbell rang and they pulled apart, Jazz wiping her tears away and turning to the stairs.

“You let them in, I’ll go up to the Ops scenter so we can get started on searching for Elle.”

Danny nodded, turning off the stove and dumping his dishes in the sink before he went to the door.  He didn’t need his folks yelling at him on top of this emotional morning.

#

When the four of them arrived at the observatory using the freshly remade porta-portal, Sam called out to Toby, and they all braced for a needlessly dramatic entrance.  What they got was a small bird flying in from the roof and growing quickly into a man, who looked a bit different from last time beyond the layers of clothes he was wearing.  A feathery mess of hair that was now black, brown, red, and blond instead of the simple blond of the past couple of days, and when Danny squinted, he could swear that Toby’s eyes were both more than one color, and still different from each other.  Tucker whistled at the sight of him and Danny rolled his eyes, waving.

“Well, you certainly know how to dress up for an occasion.  Did you do something to your hair, or is there an optical illusion going on?”

Toby laughed and leaned against one of the somewhat intact glass cases in the lobby.

“My appearance changes a lot, shifting around with my mood and the environment.  The Liminal Plane doesn’t exactly have a sun and it’s generally pretty cold, so I was a bit bulkier, hairier, and pale in there.  This is about what I usually look like.”

“That’s so cool!  I can stretch myself out and open holes in my body in ghost form, think you could teach me how to do that shapeshifting thing in human form?”

Toby shrugged with a warm smile on his face before he cleared his throat and waved at the others.  “Incoming.”  Danny managed to cover his ears and close his eyes just in time for a CRACK to fill the air and shake the building, blinding light shining right through his eyelids for a second that took ages.

“Hey, some of us have eardrums that don’t regrow after a good night’s rest!”

“You do not need to teleport like that, I know you don’t!”

Cole held up his hands in surrender, rolling his eyes at them all as if he was the one who got his ears fucked up.  Danny was mildly surprised the man wasn’t deaf from his own magic.

“Alright, no more thundersteping between planes.  Anyway, you got the location for this Elle girl?  We should get to saving her as soon as we can, an I don’t like our chances of scryin her without teachin Danny how to scry.  We’ve never met her and that makes it hard.”

Tucker held up his PDA with a smug grin and Danny first bumped him.

“No need, I’ve connected my PDA to the Fenton Tracking Satellites and found Elle myself.  We’ve even got a spare porta-portal that we can use to get to her.”

“We were just waiting for one of you to get here so that we could go from finding and convincing her to go to actually getting to this Far Frozen place.  We can get to Elle in minutes.”

“Man,” Tucker said, looking over at the porta-portal in Sam’s hands, “The Fentons really aren’t focusing on the right aspect of their inventions.  This could cut down on the need for most planes and trains, get us into space - the possibilities are endless, and so is the cash flow!”

“I never thought of it like that… I could start building a moon base tomorrow!”

“Focus, boys.  We’ve got a kid to save, yeah?”

“Sam’s right, as usual.  Let’s-”

A power chord screeched through the air and shook the building so hard that pieces of the ceiling fell and Danny’s teeth rattled.  He split in three, grabbing his friends and sister to phase and fly out of the building immediately, and to his relief Toby and Cole were both outside with them in a blink.  Looking up, Danny couldn’t help but be confused and irritated.

Ember Mclain hovered above the observatory, her pupils and iris swallowed up entirely in green, her hair a dark violet that burned hot enough to distort the air around her.  Somewhat nearby, Technus was surrounded by a hurricane of stolen technology, and Danny watched in horror and bubbling rage as the telescope in the observatory was ripped out of the building, alongside the control consoles, melding together into legs, a torso, and arms.  A 30 foot tall mechanical insect built itself in front of them, leveling the observatory to nothing, and Danny growled as he rose up and merged two of his duplicates into one, leaving the other near his friends to keep them safe - and slip on his Fenton phones like the rest of them were doing.

Danny flew up to just between both the mech’s face and Ember, hands blazing green. “Gotta say, I never expected the wannabe pop-star to team up with an idiot who thought he could cont-”

Light, pain, and the duplicate was gone.  Danny practically froze from the echo of being electrocuted into goo and raised a shield around him and his friends just in case.

“You!”  Technus’ robot pointed down at Cole, Toby taking a few steps back from his husband.  “You killed our man!  Do you know how hard it is to convince someone to re-form after they get mauled like that?”

“You killed our boyfriend and he’s barely pulled a core back together!  It’s time you go quiet, forever!”

Cole held his hand out and a hammer with a spike coming out of one end of the head appeared in his grasp.  Violet flames engulfed him, and the grass beneath and around him lit up.

Cole laughed, and with a swing of his hammer, a wave of blue light swept out and hit Ember and Technus both, covering them head to toe in ice.  “That guy that wanted to skin a kid and mount his head on a wall?  That’s who you’re pissy about?”  

“I have to say, y’all have no taste.  That’s no excuse to go trying to kill my husband though, bad taste in men.”  Toby got down on all fours as his clothes melted into his body and he grew, slamming down a paw as his tail flicked behind him.  In the blink of an eye, Toby was a fucking triceratops, just as big as Technus had made himself.  He charged, and with a crunch of metal, punched right through Technus’ mech, which fell on its back with a loud yelp from the ghost inside.

Toby followed up his assault with a stomp onto Technus’ leg and Cole flew so fast his body smeared through the air like a cloud and slammed his hammer into Ember’s gut with crack.

Danny sucked in a breath and flew up to where he’d have a clean shot on Technus and fired off four ghost rays at him and Ember both, managing not to hit the Lumanos.  “When the hell did you guys get this strong?”

Danny dropped his shield and his friends scattered, each of them popping off a shot at Ember.  Two of them struck true, the other sailing just over Cole’s head.  

Ember shrieked and struck another chord on her guitar and Danny hissed from the noise, flinching to cover his ears.  Cole, however, raised his weapon again with a war cry that bled from human voice into rolling thunder.  In two strikes, Ember was knocked back several feet and her flames flickered back to blue for a second.

Technus’ mech popped open its shoulders and 12 little missiles flew out of its silos, slamming into Toby from above.  “Foolish beast of a man, I, Technus, shall not be defeated by a mere dinosaur!”  Toby took a few steps back, then slammed his front paws into the ground.  The ground next to the right shoulder of Technus’ mech burst up into the air like a fountain and rocks rained down on the mech, eliciting loud and angry cries from the ghost in the machine.

Deeming Technus dealt with, Danny circled around Cole and Ember, firing off a couple of shots, once of which even rang true, followed up with a volley of shots from Sam, Jazz, and Tucker.  “You said you got Skulker to re-form, what’s the big deal?  He’s still around, isn’t he?”

“Barely!  If Skulker didn’t have a sanctuary, he’d’ve been gone for good!  Say, you big ol windbag, let’s see if we can’t point all that rage elsewhere.”

“Shit - Cole, don’t listen to her music!”

Ember was already playing, though, and Danny hissed as many swears as he knew when Cole went rigid, then relaxed entirely.  Cole turned burning red eyes not on Ember or Technus, but on Toby.

“Let’s make it even: you take out your husband and we’ll call it an even deal for taking our boyfriend.”

Cole pointed the head of his weapon at Toby and a bolt of lightning struck the triceratops in the back of the neck, thunder rolling afterward.  He followed that up with a dive and a swing that cracked something.

“Not this again!”  Toby growled as he transformed into a ball of fire, which twisted up into a pillar of flames, engulfing Cole entirely and all but slapping at the man.  Cole growled, flying backward and Toby swiped at him again, leaving several flames all over his husband.

Technus’ mech raised a hand and fired off a laser that completely covered Toby and Cole’s bodies, and Danny was certain he never wanted to hear fire scream in pain ever again.  He shivered, first from horror, and then from cold that was welling up inside of him and spreading to every inch of his body, twice as bad as it had been in human form.

“I-I d-d-don’t have time f-for t-thi-this.”

Danny flew up at Ember, deciding that if nothing else she would either burn away the cold or get swept away by it.  He focused, dragging that cold to his hands the same as he did for the heat of his ectoblasts, and an icy beam of light slammed into Ember, chilling down her hair from violet to blue and back at its normal size.  Frost spread over Danny’s suit, and he dropped several feet in the air while he shivered.

“Aw, looks like you could use some help warming up there, dipstick!”  Danny’s vision became nothing but blue waves as flames washed over him, and his problems flipped extremes pretty immediately.  He screamed, flying up high to try and get away from the heat, but the flames were on him they were in him.

Danny heard that unholy screech of flames in pain and a sizzle like water striking a pan, followed up by the charging whine of machinery and the buzz of electrical discharge.  It was impossible to follow whatever the hell was going on though, what with the being on fire bit.

“ENOUGH!”

Well, it was hard not to understand that at least.

Thunder roared all around him and rain pelted Danny in sheets, dousing the flames and forcing him to go intangible.  When he reoriented himself, he saw… well he wasn’t sure what he was seeing.  He knew that he sensed Toby, above him and around him, but that was largely impossible because Toby had sofar only turned into animals and a walking bonfire.  Whatever it was above Danny wasn’t any dinosaur he’d ever heard of.

A being carved from clouds, wind, rain, and lightning, taking on the shape of a gargantuan serpent with multiple sets of wings cut through the sky, stirring up a storm in its wake like tidal waves in the ocean.  Danny flew down to the ground, certain only that he didn’t want to be a notable target, and he split once more to grab his loved ones, pulling them away as fast as he could.  When he was certain they were far enough away from Technus and Ember that whatever this was wouldn’t mistake them as fellow prey, Danny stopped, wrapping them all in a green bubble that rocked against the howling winds.

The Serpent coiled around the area that Technus and Ember were in, and opened its gaping maw to roar loud enough Danny was certain he’d go deaf.  They all looked away as pure incandescence painted everything white, and when the flash faded, Danny couldn’t even see Ember.  Then the coiled mass of thick cloud slammed down onto Technus’ robot, and it shattered into countless pieces, shaking the whole park - and probably the whole town.

There was another flash, this one of blue-green light, and Danny couldn’t feel Ember either, though Technus felt like he was just as everywhere as Toby did.  Alarming, but something he’d think about some other time.  He had bigger problems, and he wasn’t sure how he could even fight something like this.

They got away, the cowards.

“Oh, cool, the storm snake is talking,” Tucker said, clinging to Danny’s arm with a death grip.  “Cause we needed it to talk too.”

I heard that.  I have one more thing I need to do before I relax, though.

Danny would like to simply never hear thunder and wind and crackling lightning forming words ever again so long as he lived, really.  Of course, he was at least a bit surer of what his ghost sense was trying to tell him now.

“Guys, I think that’s Toby.”

“Toby can turn into the Leviathan?”

“I dunno, Jazz, he just.  That’s Toby!”

The air buzzed with energy that built and built, growing thick enough to feel against Danny’s shield, against his skin.  Power swelled all around Toby and exploded in a wave that swept away his storm clouds, rainbow light bathing all of Amity Park.  In the same moment, there was a flash, and Toby was at the very least the same size as he had been when they’d met.

Cautiously, Danny left a duplicate with his friends and flew invisibly over to check on the Lumanos.  Luckily, it looked like they were physically fine, and neither of them tried to kill him when he turned visible again, so that was a plus.  Still, that left the question.

“What the fuck was that?”

They looked at him like deer caught in headlights for all of a moment, before shrugging.  Cole grinned and said the most nonsensical of words.

“Toby somehow managed to turn into a copy of my sire.  They don’t have a gender, but that was the part they had to play in, ya know, me being born so I call them my sire.  I’m impressed though, I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I didn’t know it either… I just transformed the way Danny showed me, snapped you out of the charm, and… reached for something to end the fight with.  I was just so fucking mad that they’d turn you against me like that.”

Cole rubbed Toby on the back and Danny cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck.  “This is the most haunted city in the country.  Ghosts sometimes do the whole ‘mind control’ thing, though it’s rarer than I expected it to be.  You were uh… joking about that storm snake thing being your parent though, right?”

“Nope.  Dad was an adventurer too, after all.”

Unsure what the fuck that meant, Danny decided he didn’t want to know, and used the porta-portal to skip the distance between the Lumanos and his friends.  Toby patted Danny on the shoulder, muttering something in a language Danny couldn’t figure out for the death of him, and a surge of warmth flooded Danny’s body, and in seconds he felt absolutely amazing.

“Whoa!  That was pretty great!  What can’t you do?”

“There’s things… apparently fewer things than I remember, but things.  Healing is a trick of the trade though.  Everyone ok?  I know that storm was probably a lot and I’ve never really made one that big before.”

There was a chorus of “Yeah”s before Toby relaxed, leaning on Cole and hitting him with a similar wave of gold-green magic.  Sam cleared her throat, flexing and relaxing her fingers.

“So, what exactly was that last thing you did?  I know it cleared out the storm, but it looks like you also fixed the Observatory and the park in general, and the air’s never been this fresh before.”

Danny floated a little higher and saw that not only were there no signs of Ember torching the grass, but everything was better than it’d been when they arrived that morning.  He saw bees and butterflies and wasps flying all around flowers that he knew weren’t in the park before.

“Well, I figured that since I was feeling powerful beyond my least reasonable assumptions, I reached out to the local earth, plant, water, and air spirits, as well as the memory the land had of the animals nearby.  Then we cast Wish together, and I think that’s what exhausted me out of Elder Tempest form.”

Cole narrowed his eyes at Toby, tilting his head to the side.  “When did you learn how to cast Wish?”

“Oh, you know,” he said, waving off the question, “Valdan’s got a lot of books on him.  I don’t read em all to you.”

“As amazing as all of this is,” Jazz said, pitching her voice just slightly above the crazy magic men’s volume.  “I do believe we still need to go find Elle and bring her to a doctor’s appointment?”

The Lumanos nodded, and Cole patted Danny on the shoulder, frowning slightly.  He shrugged, and gave him another pat.

“Two doctor’s appointments.  Let’s go!  You guys still got the location and shit?”

Tucker quickly scanned through his PDA and pulled up the coordinates again, before putting them into the porta-portal.  They fired off a shot, and a flat circle of radioactive green light unfolded in the air, filled with a void that swallowed up all the light that hit it.  He gestured with his stylus and a grin.

Danny returned to human form, rolling his eyes, and walked through the portal first, since he wouldn’t cause a panic.  Besides, it was his little sister they were saving.

#

Technus seethed from his safe hiding spot in the global net, his anger spawning glitches in the abandoned forum page of some Amity Park native he’d found while frantically fleeing.  Oh what a low blow it had been to be forced into fleeing in the first place.

“I am Technus, I am the Master of Technology!  No tree hugging beast shifter or cloudy brute should be able to bring me harm!  No target of my true fury should be able to make me run!  I even had help!”

The fight - barely two minutes long - played back in the form of a video before him and he ground his teeth at the recollection.  They were two of the most powerful ghosts he knew, they should’ve been able to handle a couple of mere mortals from another dimension!

“It seems that even I, Technus, have allowed my emotions to cloud my judgement and my logic.  This is no mere playfight game of ‘superhero’ with Phantom, these are clearly warriors with powers I do not know the limitations of.  Revenge for what they did to Skulker will have to be calculated, perfectly planned.

“I know exactly who to make plans with.” Gridlined grin in place, Technus flew through the web at nearly the speed of light, making a trip from Ohio to Wisconsin so trivial as a step.

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Take a Ride (Rex x fem!Reader) Spice!

Summary: Rex had always had amazing thighs, but now there was only one fantasy you wanted to fulfill with them.

Fem reader, no mentions of physical description.

This is a 18+ content! Minors be gone!

A.N: So, after @littlemissmanga gave her analysis of Rex's armor in this post, I had way too many thots about how to abuse that armor. This is the result! Nothing but filth here folks. I sort of had a jedi reader in mind when writing this, but that's never explicitly stated, just has general "forbidden relationship" vibes.

Word Count: 3388

Warnings: Thigh riding, slightly dominant Rex, secret relationships, dirty talk, armor kink (sort of?), clothed male, praising, mutual masturbation, porn with minimal plot (riding Rex's thigh into the sunset. that's it. that's the plot)

Rex was a smart man. Observant, tactical, intuitive. And you were an open book to him.

Or at least, that’s how it felt whenever you locked eyes across the room. You didn’t have to spell out your desires to him, not now, not after so long of learning every inch of each other. He didn’t need you to bite your lip or bat your eyelashes, it was all there in the subtlety of your gaze, the rise of your chest, the clench of your fingers.

All he had to do was catch your gaze, and he knew what you wanted.

It was good, for so so many reasons, but paramount among them was the fact that you could hardly flirt so openly with him. The two of you had to learn to communicate with nothing more than the smallest of gestures, the shortest of glances. The only times you could truly call out to each other, beg for each other, demand each other, was in the stolen moments of a locked office or cheap hotel on Coruscant.

So really, it shouldn’t have come as a shock, that he could read your wants, when he caught you staring at something more specific than his whole (damn sexy) person.

No one could blame you. Rex always had amazing thighs, you loved biting them as you teased him mercilessly, loved gripping them when you had him moaning at your mouth, and you loved being tangled in them as he buried himself inside you. You had always loved his thighs, but this made something new flare in you, now that you had noticed a certain…detail in the new clone armor.

How had you never noticed it before? Every free moment you had near him was taken up with staring him up and down, knowing you’d never get your fill of him. You had memorized every inch of his body, gazed endlessly at the armor that kept him alive day after day.

So why had it only been when he pounded you from behind while in full armor that you noticed his tassets had ridges to them?

Your body throbbed at the memory, the way he had sought you out the moment he was back on the ship after weeks apart, the way he had ripped your clothes off with such desperate need, the way he took you hard and impatient.

It was only in that moment that you felt them digging in, the subtle little peaks cresting the full length of the armor piece. And now they were all you could think about. Rex had always had amazing thighs, but now there was only one fantasy you wanted to fulfill with them.

Rex was observant and tactical and intuitive. He knew all your subtle looks and gestures, so, it didn’t take him long to figure you out when you started staring at one part of him in particular.

The first time he caught you staring was during a briefing. To your credit, you were still listening to Anakin’s report, you were just also stealing glances because you were a skilled multitasker. You had been feigning contemplation, letting anyone who might look your way think that you were staring at nothing in particular, while you were actually focused on those little raised ridges. When you sensed you had been ‘gazing absently’ for too long, you made yourself look up- only to catch Rex’s eye.

He tilted his chin up just the slightest bit before looking away.

In the private language of your subtle gestures to one another, that might as well have been a knowing smirk. 

Of course, he knew you were thinking about him, but, he probably didn’t know exactly what you were thinking; besides general heat and need, right? Force, he probably assumed you were staring at his codpiece, it certainly wouldn’t be the first time. The knowledge of your exact fantasy was safe.

But that was an assurance that became harder to hope for the second time he caught you staring.

You were helping him run drills, stopwatch pulled up on your bracer, clocking every trooper who ran Rex’s course. At first, Rex had been pacing along the end of the track, hands behind his back in an authoritative stance as he watched his men work. Then he stood to the side, hands on hips as he barked orders. If both of those hadn’t been distracting enough, then he had propped his leg up on a crate as he called for them to keep going and live up to the 501st standards. 

That did you in.

The way his thigh was level, lined like the perfect seat, was too much. Your mind was racing with the most impure thoughts, the ideas of what the hard, angled plastoid might feel like made heat fill you almost instantly. It just might be the perfect shape, slotting perfectly against your clit, between your folds. And with Rex being the one under that armor piece? Maker, you knew he’d buck and roll you perfectly against it, make sure it moved just right for the friction you’d crave and-

Kriff!

You almost- almost didn’t stop your watch in time when Fives came darting past you.

You could already feel the mess pooling in your panties, just the thought of it all making you wet- that would be fun to deal with for the rest of the drills. Somehow, you managed to keep your voice mostly steady when you called out Fives’ time, but, when you met Rex’s eye again, you knew you were caught. He held your gaze firm, a silent knowing passing between you, that he had heard the barely there shake in your voice. The stare was practically a smug scolding, reminding you that it would be a long time before you could change out of the sopping underwear. He allowed his gaze to slide south, glancing over your core as they turned to Fives. Something no one but you would notice.

Considering all the other times you had stolen glances at his thighs, you had thought that he wouldn’t make the connection, having only caught you twice. But you should have known better, you should have known he’d figure you out.

Once the drills were done and everyone was making their way out of the simulator, you trailed far behind everyone else, trying to get your breathing under control. Keeping your mind out of the gutter for the rest of the training had not been easy and you were ready to change into clean undergarments.

Until you passed an adjacent corridor and felt hands grab you.

You gasped as they pulled you in, but the familiar feel of your captain filled your senses as your back hit the cold wall. Lips closed over yours before you could so much as blink up at him, gloved hands scrambling to find your wrist and pin them beside your head.

“You should know better than to look at me like that in public, mesh’la,” Rex growled against your mouth.

“You’re one to talk,” was your panted retort as you glanced down the empty, but still very open corridor. This was not like Rex, he never indulged in you in such an easy place to get caught. As appealing as the fantasy was, neither of you could stomach what would happen if you were caught.

He hummed in response, even as his legs started moving, “That look of yours worked me up too much,” one slotted itself between your thighs, shoving them apart as it pressed into you.

And you let out a shaking moan.

Rex only chuckled as you clamped your hand over your mouth, face hot as he pressed his armored limb against your throbbing center. “So, that is it,” he mused into your ear, “That’s what you’ve been thinking about. You think you're so sneaky, stealing looks at-”

He paused suddenly, going stiff as you heard it too: armored feet closing in. Rex flew off of you as fast as lighting, but you still barely had time to lower your hands into a dignified position before the troopers rounded the corner.

The men instantly saluted when they saw you two, but otherwise paid no mind as they marched by. Still, it was enough for both of you to come to your senses. Rex still looked at you out of the corner of his eye, breathing just a little ragged as you both waited for the group to be out of earshot.

When Rex spoke again, it was low and clear. “My office. Tonight,” the pupils of his eyes were still blown wide as he flicked them downward, to where he had likely felt how soaked you were. “And don’t change out of those.”

“Sir yes sir,” you hummed, because you knew it would make him just as wet as he made you. The shuddering breath he let out told you it took all his willpower not to pin you against that wall again.

The night couldn’t come fast enough.

It was only through years of self-discipline that you were able to get any work done at all, between your mind replaying that scene over and over again. Rex’s body holding you at his mercy, his hot mouth devouring yours, even the thrill of almost getting caught. Above all though, you ached at the brief preview of his thick tight bucking up against your core.

You were glad you hadn’t bothered with changing (as per his orders), because the clean pair of panties would have just been ruined as you turned the memory over in your head again and again. 

Getting through your daily reports was the worst part, Rex’s words coming back to you between each line of text you managed to type. Of course, it was almost a blessing, because when Skywalker came by to check on you, you still had a pile of work to groan about: the perfect cover. Everyone would think you were busy working all night, not sneaking off for a secret rendezvous.

And when you finally thought it was late enough to slip away unnoticed, you never flew through reports faster.

The corridors were empty save for the occasional trooper who saluted you, so there were no setbacks when you reached the door of his office. 

“Enter,” came his voice after a short pause when you knocked.

When the door slid open, you were greeted with the sight of him sitting at his desk, leaning back in his chair, legs spread wide, and chin resting on his fist. You sealed the door the moment it closed, not taking your eyes off him as it locked.

“Finally,” Rex hummed, a hint of a smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. Then he beckoned you closer with the hand that wasn’t supporting his head, “Come here, cyare. I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice, you made your way across the room, shifting off your first, outer layer of clothing as you went. The garment fell to the floor as he slid his chair back, leaning forward to pull you between his legs. 

Rex’s hands were instantly pushing your shirt up, “Take this off, sweetheart, I want to have a nice view.”

A whimper at the combination of his words and hands left you, but you did as told, stripping your top half while he pulled at the belt of your pants. Fingers worked their way across your skin as he slid them down your legs. He had obviously regained his patients in your hours apart, because he took his time sliding his hands over the backs of your legs as he made his way up to your underwear.

Only then did he take his eyes off your body, lifting them to meet your own, right before his hand cupped your pussy. Your head fell back with a moan as he massaged you through the fabric and hummed with approval at the wet state of them.

“You’ve been like this all day, haven't you, mesh’la?”

“Yes,” you breathed, but managed to look back at him again, “that’s what you do to me, Rex, just thinking about you gets me wet.”

Once upon a time, Rex would have turned red at such filthy, bold words, so awkward and unsure of himself, but you two were well past that now. 

He proved it when he said, “Oh, I know what you’ve been thinking about, cyare.” 

Rex always struck fast when he had a plan in mind, and here with you was no different. He grasped your hips, those big hands of his able to move your body any way he wanted, and he wanted you against him. 

An ‘oh!’ of pleasured surprise rang through the room when he pulled you down to straddle his thigh. He didn’t say a word as he shifted you, lining you up perfectly with the ridge of his armor. However, when you tried to rock yourself against him, his hands gripped your hips in warning.

“No. Not yet,” he said and despite the firmness, his tone was gently patient, “You don’t move until I tell you, mesh’la.”

Your skin prickled at the soft command, you loved it when he got like this. “Anything for you, Captain,” you made sure your own voice was delicate, practically a moan of its own.

And oh, did Rex’s smile turn dangerous as he said, “Good girl.”

With that, he kept his eyes on where your still-clothed core met his armor, and started pulling you forward. Pleasure rippled up your body instantly, and he let out a pleased chuckle when you had to reach out to grip his shoulders for support.

“You’re already soaking my leg. Just thinking about this got you so worked up?” Rex let out a little mock of a disapproving noise, then started back in on the sentiment he wanted to say back in that hallway. “You thought you were so sneaky, stealing glances at me like that.” 

His hands gripped your hips harder, digging in just enough to leave a faint mark as he kept dragging you forward against the hard length of plastoid, sending pulses of pleasure through your core. 

"You don't think I notice, the way you look at my thighs? Is this what you were imagining? Were you thinking about how perfect it might feel, hard between your legs?" He finally looked up from the mess you were making of his armor, eyes locking with yours again, "Tell me how it feels, cyar'ika.”

The answer came out like a needy whimper, “Perfect!” The ridge got higher and more pronounced the further up you went, and it pressed so deliciously against your clit. “Maker, it feels perfect- you feel perfect, Rex!”

He hummed approvingly, then looked back down at his handiwork. Rex heard the sounds you let out as he pulled you higher and higher up his leg, and as always, he was a smart, intuitive man.

“Right here,” he whispered, seating you right at the point where the peak of the armor was highest, digging into your most sensitive spot delightfully. “There we go, perfect.” 

That’s when Rex started rocking you back and forth in short motions, making rapid bursts of pleasure coarse through you. He was testing the waters and loving the resulting cries you let out. 

“Just the right spot for you, and the perfect view for me,” Rex hummed in approval.

He wasn’t wrong, your bodies were close, but not so flush against each other that he couldn’t see you grinding against him. Unfortunately, that’s when he stopped his rocking motions and let go of your hips.

You didn’t bother hiding your whimper of disapproval, but he only cupped your face lovingly.

“You’ve been a good, patient girl, cyare. Now, I want you to get yourself off. Ride me until you come, understand?”

“Yes- yes, sir.” Your mind was so hazy with need, but, the desire to please your Captain broke through the blissful fog, “but what about you?”

“Me?” he chuckled again as he dropped his hands and leaned back, eyes drinking in your almost naked body, “I told you I wanted a view, and I’m going to enjoy it.”

In that case, you would give him more than a view, you’d give him a show.

Despite still feeling shaky, you managed to let go of his shoulders. Your half-lidded gaze stayed on his as you started trailing your fingertips across your collarbone. The way his tongue darted out to wet his lips as he watched made you smile. Then, just as you started moving your fingers between the valley of your breasts, you rocked your hips forward.

That pleasure burst through you again, making you throw your head back, not caring how graphic you sounded as you took what you had been craving, what you needed. 

“Oh no you don’t,” Rex scolded, “keep your eyes on me, mesh’la,” his hand reached down and cupped his codpiece, “want you to look at me while you have your fun.”

You obeyed, whimpering as you rocked back and forth and met his eyes again. Maker, the way he looked at you, hand rubbing himself down while his gaze took in your wandering hands and your thrusting hips, only to dart back up to your eyes again. Since the first night he saw you bare, and all the other heated moments, Rex always looked at you like that. He looked at you as if you were the most intoxicating sight in the galaxy.

That alone made you quiver, but the way your climax was already starting to build had you shaking. You knew your body and knew how to get your end, and as much as you wanted to relish the moment, you weren’t sure you could last long with his hungry gaze watching your every move.

As your lower body pulsed with every rub against his thigh, you cupped your breasts, biting your lip at the added sensation. Pleasure wracked through you on both ends now, and it was hard to keep eye contact with him as you moaned and gasped.

Rex let out a pleased noise at the show you were giving him, “By the force, you look so perfect like this, my perfect girl-” his breath hitched on the last word as his hand continued to work at his cover cock.

You were close now, climbing to the peak, spurred on by him getting off from nothing but the sight of you. Fingers pinched your nipples, as your own thighs clamped on either side of his. Somehow, as your rocking became fast and shallow, you still kept your eyes locked on him, that coil tightening and tight-

“Scream for me, cyar’ika,” Rex growled, “scream my name!”

That’s what did you in, and his name came out a ragged wail when your orgasm ripped through you. It was a whole-body kind of climax, the kind that sent numbing ripples of pleasure all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes.

Rex’s arms were around you in an instant, pulling you against the hard plate of his chest as you shook and heaved your ragged breaths. The armor was cool against your burning skin, and Rex rubbed his hands up and down your back with care.

“That’s my girl, doing as asked, keeping your eyes on me the whole time, making pretty sounds. Now look at you, so spent, you enjoy riding my thigh that much?”

Despite the fact that you knew it was a rhetorical question, you nodded your head against his chest, which made a chuckle vibrate under the armor.

“Well then, we’re going to have to do this again, aren’t we? I liked watching you get off like that, mesh’la. You were stunning.”

“Thank you,” you panted, sounding tired and half dazed, breath fogging up his armor, “thank you for always knowing what I want.”

Rex kissed your temple, then he was pulling your body into the position he wanted again, this time curled up in his lap as his hands wandered where they liked.

“You know giving you what you want, is what I want, cyare. Always.”

As soon as you were able to move without shaking, you were going to give this perfect man anything and everything else he may want.

Tag list: @blueink-bluesoul @dystopicjumpsuit @sinfulsalutations

@freesia-writes @wings-and-beskar (you two seemed interest so I hope you don't mind the tags lol)

#captain rex x reader #captain rex x you #sexy rexy #I thought this would turn out longer #but since Beth inspired a whole second ass smut fic with Rex last night #I decided to save some of the themes I was gonna use here for that #so #hopefully it's not too short ;) #just some pining and thigh riding #deeja writes #captain rex x y/n #captain rex x jedi reader #sort of. gotta have those forbidden feels #deeja is completely unoriginal with her titles lmao

[practically-an-x-man]

Prompt? (No rush, save it if you wanna)

Write a Drabble for each of your OCs with the theme of Breakfast.

Ooooh now this is a challenge! A drabble is meant to be exactly a hundred words... and I'm pedantic as fuck when I write. But I'll give this a try, thanks for the prompt!

Rae:

"Wanna go out today?" Warren asked, leaning backwards out the bathroom door to look at Rae in the bedroom beyond, "Coffee? Breakfast?" "What's the special occasion?" she replied lightly as she ran a comb through the snarls in her hair. Warren shrugged. "No special occasion. Just wanted to take you out to breakfast, is all." he said, then shot her his most charming smile, "Want to show off the fact that I've got the most beautiful girl in the world." "You don't have to chat me up, you know." Rae said, but couldn't hide her blush, "I'm already all yours."

Robin:

"Wren, honey-" Peter started, then lightly rapped his knuckles on his daughter's dining tray to get her attention. The toddler looked up, and Peter switched to ASL seamlessly: Cheerios go in your mouth. Not the floor. "Is your daughter making a mess again?" Robin asked, nursing her mug of coffee with a faint smile on her face. Peter raised his eyebrows at her, though he couldn't hold back his grin. "Why is she my daughter every time she makes a mess?" "Because she's my daughter every time she doesn't listen?" Robin fired back with a shrug, "I mean- metaphorically speaking."

Madison:

"Bravo, breakfast!" At the promise of food, the wolfdog bounded eagerly off the foot of the bed. Alex, who had been lying half-underneath the animal, crumpled inwards with a sudden, sharp groan. "You okay?" Madison asked, amusement quickly turning to concern when she saw the grimace painted across his face. "Got used as a launchpad," he muttered, clutching at his lower abdomen, "Worst alarm clock ever." "Pretty sure I've had worse." "I mean worst for people who didn't spend half their life living in the middle of nowhere." "Eh, I'll make it up to you," Madison promised, "Bravo, let's go."

Ophelia:

"Here, Ol's." Peter said, sliding a plate of steaming scrambled eggs onto the only open space on her desk - which happened to be exactly where she was working. Ophelia glanced up, vaguely startled. "Scrambled eggs at two in the morning?" "It's eight-thirty, babe." "Oh, shit- have I really been working all night?" Now that she'd been pulled from her hyperfocused trance, the exhaustion hit her like a speeding train. "Yeah. Maybe try to get some sleep?" Peter urged, setting a warm hand on her shoulder. "No promises," Ophelia shot back, "But I'll try to wrap this up. Thanks for breakfast."

Jasper:

"Ugh," Jasper mumbled, splashing a bit of cold water on his face in an effort to ward off his exhaustion. He'd been pulling late shifts at the hospital, hoping to scrape a few extra bucks after Kyle's work laptop had decided to kick the bucket. Speak of the devil - Kyle ducked his way into the bathroom, giving his partner a squeeze and a kiss to the top of his head as he passed. He stretched to grab his toothbrush, brown doe-eyes still a little bleary with sleep. "I don't feel like making breakfast." Jasper sighed. Kyle smiled. "Café du Monde?"

Quinn:

"Coffee is not breakfast." "Coffee is close enough," Quinn muttered, tugging their mug a little closer and shooting Billy a firm look, "Don't have an appetite anyway." "You want me to make you a bagel?" Billy persisted, already wandering towards the kitchenette. "What part of I don't have an appetite didn't make sense the first time?" "Made perfect sense, Q." he responded, briskly grabbing a bagel from the bread box - why did One have a bread box in the twenty-first century? - and slicing it in half, "But I speak fluent Quinn, and I know you'll feel better after you eat."

Katherine:

The break room in the museum was already awfully small, but it felt even more cramped with the press of a dozen bodies around her. Even Rexy, drawn by the scent of sizzling bacon, had attempted to press her bony snout through the door. Katherine was half-tempted to tell the more waxen-inclined to scram, under the guise that they'd melt from the heat of the stove. She restrained herself. Pancakes at midnight. It sounded like something she'd have dreamed about as a kid. But when they weren't awake in time for a real breakfast... she improvised. "Who wants chocolate chips?"

Kestrel:

They were awoken to the heavenly smell of crackling sausage and percolating coffee. From the kitchen, they heard Warren humming under his breath. Kestrel smiled to themself. They slid off the bed and reached for their robe, tucking the soft fleece around themself. It was mornings like these that they always felt the most at home - waking up to a home-cooked meal, wrapped in soft fabrics and about to go greet their lover with the sunrise shining in through the windows... For as much as they loved the excitement in their life, there was nothing that quite compared to this.

Eris:

"Okay, so that one's... a little crispy." Rick chuckled, tossing Eris' blackened French toast onto a plate with a lopsided smile, "Try again." "It's fine, I'll still eat it." Eris insisted, reaching for the plate, "Don't want to waste food." Rick got there first, and upended the plate into the trash can before Eris could take it. The slice of toast - effectively charcoal, if they were being honest - tumbled out of sight. "This is not the fourteenth century," Rick said, reaching for the container of cinnamon on the counter, "This cost me four dollars. You can try again, I promise."

Nikoletta:

"I know you don't feel well, hon, but could you please try to eat something?" Nikoletta asked, speaking as softly as she could manage. She slid onto the bed, reaching to pass her fingers through Abner's dark, sweat-dampened hair. "Want me to make you some toast?" He offered her a faint nod, all hollowed eyes and pallid cheeks. He hadn't eaten since the prior day's lunch, sick with a flare-up of the same virus that gave him his dots. "You know you'll... you'll have to do this again. I'll get sick again." "I'll still be here. We've been through worse."

This was actually really fun! It's made me realize, looking at it all in these side-by-side snippets like this, how different the tones of my fics really are when you put them all together. Cool!

#my friends!!! #answered asks #my writing #my ocs #jasper wilson #ophelia octavius #madison douglas #oc quinn/aces #oc kestrel #oc eris #nikoletta bordeaux #rae mckinney #oc katherine johnson #robin cassidy #wren cassidy

[ailendolin]

📖- button house ghosts watching a film of your choosing

Thank you, anon!

Headcanon ask game can be found here.

📖- Button House ghosts watching Night at the Museum

Movie nights are often a hit-and-miss in Button House. There's rarely a film all the ghosts enjoy and more often than not at least one of them gets offended or triggered by something (Thomas once hid in the lake for a whole night until Alison found him and apologised for not warning him about the duel in Hamilton).

When she puts on Night at the Museum, it turns out to be one of the few films everyone enjoys. Julian and Robin take gleeful delight in Dexter's antics while both the Captain and Fanny end up admiring Teddy Roosevelt (albeit for different reasons). Kitty thinks the love story between Teddy and Sacagawea is incredibly romantic, Humphrey takes a leaf out of the mo'ai statue's book and starts calling people Dum-Dum to get their attention whereas Mary finds Jedediah and Octavius most fascinating because they're "tiny peoples, Alison." Thomas ends up relating to Ahkmenrah the most and proceeds to write poems and essays about his plight for weeks afterwards. Alison supposes being murdered by family members plays a huge role in that. Pat, on the other hand, is fond of Rexy (and so is Fanny even though she won't admit it).

After the credits roll it's Robin who points out, "We a bit like them, yes? From different times and stuck in same house? Though me not as stupid as cavemen in film."

Thomas raises an eyebrow at him. "Have you seen your reaction to fire?"

Before a fight can break out, Alison decides to hit play on the second film.

#bbc ghosts #headcanon ask game

[dove-da-birb]

Shameless Self-Insert Hours & Nicknames

Picrew | I list the nicknames I would use for TWST, Ikevamp & Ikepri because I would absolutely annoy the ever-living hell out of them for my own entertainment. (Picrew at the bottom)

"Wait a damn minute, this is an Otome? NOPE CAN'T CATCH ME! LATER LOSERS! PEACE!

Name; Dove

Birthday; June 30, 2001

Height; 166 cm

Dominant Hand; Right

Pronouns; They/Them

Gender; Non-binary / I'm just vibing

Sexuality; Asexual (neutral)

Romantic Orientation; Aromantic (neutral)

MBTI; bruh, idk and idc anymore, I just vibe

Enneagram; 5w6

Hobbies; writing, reading, knitting, crocheting, drawing, cleaning, dancing, singing, annoying friends

Talent; pulling stories out of thin air

Pet Peeve; getting hair in their mouth and cleaning up other people's messes

Other; Eldest of three siblings and acts as the peacekeeper of the entire family. Gots that juicy gifted kid to undiagnosed neurodivergent adult drip. Speaks English and a tiny bit of French. Swears like a sailor. Has the sides of their head shaved (undercut). Hair is a mix of 2B and 3A.

Modern Aesthetic; dark academia, art hoe, and grandparent-core

For Fantasy Games; plays with dresses and suits, mixing up the more gendered clothing

Somehow ends up going into several games that they play or are interested in. IDK man, just thought it would be fun

Nicknames they have for people;

Twst

Ace; Ass

Deuce; Deedee

Riddle; Riddler

Trey; just Trey

Cater; Cat

Leona; House cat

Ruggie; Gigi

Jack; just Jack

Azul; Adam

Jade; Florence

Floyd; Jasper

Kalim; Kal

Jamil; Millie

Vil; Queenie

Rook; Monsieur Ombre

Epel; Epi-pen

Idia; Idea, Ikea

Ortho; Son

Malleus; Tim (insert Tim 'Hornton' joke here)

Lilia; Lily

Sebek; Beckie, Beks

Silver; Silvie

Ikevamp

Isaac; Apple tater

Arthur; just Doyle, sometimes Dodo

Vincent; Vinny

Theodorus; Dora

Dazai; Ozzi

Comte; Germs

Mozart; Zarty

Napoleon; Bonny

Sebastian; Seb

Leonardo; Lee, Finky

Jean; John

Shakespeare; Pear, Billiam, Shakes

Vlad; Lad

Faust; Jojo

Charles; Hen

Ikepri

Chevalier; Chevie, Cheval (horse), Computer

Clavis; Clavs, Clavicle

Gilbert; Giovanni, Bertie

Jin; Jen

Keith; just Keith

Leon; Dompy (surname)

Licht; Lick

Luke; Lulu

Nokto; Nok-nok, Toto

Rio; just Rio

Sariel; Ariel, Elly

Silvio; who? (straight up ignores him) fine fine, Silly it is

Yves; Yew

Ikevil

William Rex; Rexy

Liam Evans; Evs

Roger Barel; Roadkill

Victor; Tori

Elbert Greetia; Elbow

Ellis Twilight; Twilight Sparkle, Lizzie

Alfons Sylvatica; Alfie, Alf

Harrison Gray; Hare

Jude; Dude

*forgets others*

Obey Me

Lucifer; Loo

Mammon; Mams, Mammogram

Leviathan; Levi, Nerd

Satan; Nerd, Dork, Blondie

Asmodeus; Asmo, Momo

Beelzebub; Bee, Bubs, Bubbie

Belphegor; Belphewhore, Bels

Diavolo; Princess

Barbatos; Barbie

Solomon; Old Man

Simeon; Angel

Luke; just Luke

Thirteen; Lucky

Mephistopheles *idc how it's spelt*; Mepmep

Raphael; just his name

More nicknames tbd

#dove self-insert #not a lot of lore but i went ham with the nicknames #i'm not tagging all the characters #dove lore #so many of them would HATE their nicknames and i LOVE it #i spent way too long on this #lemme know which ones are your favourite nicknames

[bellarkeselection]

Hi! If you havent already would you mind making an Owen Grady fic where the reader gets hurt(it dosent have to be fatel or it can. Its up to you) while training with one of the dinosours or hurt during the events of the first movie? It can be ether full angst or angst/fluff I just need smthing to feed my Owen Grady addiction. I hope you have a good day/night!

You ask and I shall write for him always ❤️

We're never really Done

"Stop trailing me, Grady. I don't want to talk to you!" I shouted slamming my truck door with him following my trail. Owen and I had been dating a couple months before I got a call to become the T-Rex trainer at the new dinosaur theme park. We decided to break up because he thought I deserved to be happy and not worry about him being gone in the Navy. But he was an idiot to think that was a good idea and just my luck two weeks later he started working here the same day I did. "Can we please stop and talk for a second?" He asked throwing his arms out away from his sides but I just scoff pressing a button and the code opening my dinosaur paddock still not talking to him. Owen followed after me still baffled that they had found someone to train the T-Rex. It was almost a death mission in his eyes considering she was the biggest meat eater on the Earth.

Clapping my hands together in front of me I call out into the air while Owen stands closer to the door in fear. He rarely ever went inside a paddock with the raptors unless they were in the metal head brasses. The trees moved where I see her big head peaking through as she lowered it letting my hand press right in between her eyes. "Hey there, Girly. I told you I'd come to see you." I whispered seeing her eyes flickered up in the direction of Owen where I turned my head holding out my other hand for him. "Come here Grady. Don't be a stranger or she might stomp on you." He slowly walked up arms out in the stance he used on the raptors until I take his right hand in mine pressing it against where mine was. "I'm sorry about leaving you the way I did. I just thought you - in case I died Y/n. I didn't want you to-" I cut him off glaring up at him since he's taller than I am where Rexy blows some air from her nose making a warning sound. "I don't want to hear your excuses. They won't do you any good. It didn't help me at all. While we were apart all I thought about was if you were with someone else in the Navy, sleeping with them and saying I love you!"

"Is that honestly what you think of me. How you see me as a one night stand guy and nothing else!" He whipped his head around raising his voice where Rexy made a noise showing some of her back teeth to me. "Owen, I uh wouldn't-" But he cuts me off getting louder where her tail starts swinging back and forth slowly. "No just throw your insults at me, Y/n. I know I've made a bad reputation around the island but all the others were because you wouldn't talk to me. Spare me a glance or time of day and I can't take it!" I slowly try pulling him away from Rexy when her tail moved closer to him where she might knock him to the ground and possibly eat him if I'm not careful. "Owen, keep your voice down please..." He shoves me a little letting some tears slip that finally caused Rexy to swing her giant tail right at him. Without thinking I tackle him to the ground feeling the tip of her tail scrap my back where I screamed out grabbing it as I fall onto his chest. Rexy roared into the sky until I glanced over my shoulder struggling through tears needing her to be calm. "I'm okay, Rexy. Owen won't hurt me...i promise. You're Alpha's fine." Reaching up with my freehand I press my fingers underneath her chin and she never moves her gaze from mine giving me the okay.

Owen was flat on his back with a clear view of the claw mark going down your back. It didn't look too bad but it hurts his heart that he's the cause of it. Whipping my head around slowly my hair falls over my shoulders into his face but I shiver lightly feeling him tuck it behind my ear, green eyes trained on mine perfectly. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I broke up with you. You're the only one for me and that won't change. I love you, Y/n." I grinned down at him resting my hands on either side of him so I'm not putting my whole weight on him. Rexy released a deep breath turning and leaving the scene disappearing off into the paddock. "I love you too. It's just - you promised forever and then walked away. I want you still Owen but only if you're all in for good." I whispered even though we were basically alone now so I sit up and help him up. Once we're standing he dropped on a knee making me gasp when he takes my hands in his. "I'm all in Y/n M/n L/n. This isn't a proposal but a promise to you. I love you, I'll always love and if I'm being honest we were never really done anyway." He smirks until I yanked him up crashing my lips onto his and he immediately responded back with a kiss wrapping his arms around me. "Be real, Grady. You wouldn't know what to do without your T-Rex girlfriend." He grinned shaking his head. "You were already awesome. Training the T-Rex just makes you more badass."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

#owen grady #owen grady x reader #owen grady imagine #owen grady x reader one shots #owen grady x y/n #chris pratt #owen grady jurassic world #jurassic world x reader #jurassic world #requests open #send request to my ask box #owen grady x hurt reader #comments really appreciated