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[ktrivia]

Comforting Commander Cody Part 3

Summary:

Most of the time it's the Reader who has to comfort Cody. Sometimes the Commander has to step in and comfort the Reader... even if she doesn't realize she needs it

Author's Note:

Hi everyone! This is part 3 of Comforting Commander Cody which is a prequel spin-off to A Sniper's Competition (which I promise I am still working on!). Just a reminder that Cody and Reader are just close friends who have a friends with benefits arrangement. I say this because there is a tiny hint of Fives x Reader in this story which plays into the universe of a Sniper's Competition. I hope you all enjoy this and please remember that likes, comments and reblogs are my literal life blood.

Warnings:

Smut smut smutty smut smut

Mando'a Translation:

Vod= sibling/brother

Mesh’la= beautiful

Kate kibbur = good try 

Shabuir = jerk

Ade = children

Al’verde = Commander

Vod’ika= little sibling 

Ner burc’ya = my friend

Part 1

Part 2

Main Series

Part 3:

“What’s going on, Rex? What’s the emergency?” A voice asked as the doors to Rex’s quarters whooshed open. It almost sounded like….

“Thanks for coming, Cody,” Rex said, confirming my suspicions. I turned my mental focus back to the data pad in front of me, trying to ignore them.

“What’s the emergency, Rex?”

“Her.”

I could feel their eyes on me and I had a feeling I knew what they were seeing. My normally neatly plated hair was a tangled mess, 3 days of battlefield dust interwoven with each strand. My upper half was only covered by my form-fitted blacks, which were now more brown from exposure, while my lower body was still kitted up, armor covered in scuffs and dings. 

“What about her?” Cody asked hesitantly, a hint of concern in his tone. 

“She hasn’t slept in four days and she won’t sleep now. She ships out with-“

“Me tomorrow morning before sunrise,” Cody finished. He called my name, but I tuned it out, not interested in whatever they were going to discuss about me. It would only distract me from my work. I was so engrossed that I hadn’t felt someone approach from behind. I jumped as a hand fell lightly on my shoulder and Cody said my name. I grunted in reply. 

“Did she just grunt at me?” Cody asked Rex over his shoulder. 

“She’s been doing that a lot, Vod,” Rex answered with annoyance. Cody said my name again. 

“Busy,” I muttered, eyes still scanning my data pad. He tried to get my attention one more time and all I could do was growl at him to go away.

“This isn’t going to work for me,” Cody grunted before I felt a firm grip on my chin. He roughly pulled my head to face him, grip nearly bruising. 

“Look at me mesh’la,” Cody demanded, his tone slipping into one of a Commander. 

“What?” I spat, trying to pull my face from his grip but he held firm. 

“Why did Rex have to call me?” He questioned. 

“I don’t know why Rex called you but I’m busy trying to finish these reports, so you can go now,” I ground out. 

“Jate kebbur,” Cody muttered before I felt myself lifted from the chair and slung over an armored shoulder. I was speechless for a moment when I heard Cody say;

“Way bye bye to Rexxie. I’ve got her from here.”

I gasped as I saw Rex wave goodbye to me as he tried to hold back a laugh. 

“Put me down you shabuir!” I shrieked as we made our way down the hall. The lingering clones who occupied the space chuckled as they heard my insult. 

“Laugh all you want ade. I’ll be coming for you.” I threatened to some of them. Some of the shinies turned pale while the seasoned officers chuckled under their breath. I yelped as a firm smack echoed off of my armored ass.

“Behave,” Cody muttered.

“Yes, Al’verde,” I purred back at him. He groaned at the name and hoisted me further onto his shoulder as he got into one of the lifts. When he turned to the front, I was left facing the bare grey wall.

“Want to tell me why you’re kidnapping me?” I questioned.

“You need a distraction.”

I let out a heavy sigh, my previous somber mood threatening to overtake me.

“No I need to finish those reports. I-“

Any further argument from me was cut short by the lift doors opening and two sets of loud laughter echoing off the walls.

“Ok Echo, I’ll give you one guess of whose ass is slung over the commander's shoulder.”

“C’mom Fives, even a shiny could guess that.”

Cody snorted out a laugh before passing the soldiers by with a mock salute. I pointed my finger threateningly at Echo.

“Just remember I know where you sleep, vod’ika.”

Echo made a sound of outrage at being called “little brother,” but Fives’ lips quirked up into a smirk. 

“If you ever want to know where I sleep, I’d be more than happy to show you.”

Echo quickly smacked Fives across his armored chest and the two devolved into a minor wrestling match right there in the hall. Flirting was not uncommon from Fives, but I had noticed a warm fuzziness had started forming in my chest after some of his comments.

“You should put the man out of his misery and ask him out sometime,” Cody offered. I groaned. 

“I’m not talking about this with you.”

He shrugged and not too long after that he paused and I heard the telltale beep of him keying into his door. A few moments later I was thrown onto his bed. Before I could orientate myself, Cody was on top of me, pressing firmly against me and holding my hands over my head. 

“You going to tell me what’s going on now?” He questioned, face inches from mine. I gulped. The authority in his tone was withering away at my resistance. 

“I just have a lot of reports to do. Especially since I’m leaving with you guys tomorrow and probably will head straight to the field so I have to finish these tonight.”

“That’s also why you need to get some sleep,” Cody said, fingers tightening around my wrists. “You know as well as I do that being awake this long screws with your head.”

I pushed against him, testing how serious he was being. His grip wouldn’t budge, and his body was rigid against mine, less like a lover and more like an opponent trying to pin the enemy down. 

“You and I both know if I don’t finish these reports then the batch mates of all the men who died will never know what happened to their brothers,” I said in a hushed tone. “If I don’t contact them personally then no one else will bother.”

Cody deflated a bit at my words, knowing I was right. 

“Mesh’la, you know that I love that you do that. I adore that you do what us commanders try to do, but if you get injured or die tomorrow then what? Who’s going to tell them then? Who’s going to tell all of us?”

Air flew from my lungs at the sincerity in his gaze. 

“It was a bad one, Cody,” I said quietly after a few moments of silence. “We lost so many men in the last few days, men who were placed under my command for this mission. I just don’t want any of them to be forgotten.”

“I know ner burc’ya” Cody replied as he release one of my wrists to caress my face. “But I need you to relax, too. You’re too tense and I can see how much the stress is taking out of you.”

“I couldn’t relax if I tried,” I said honestly. “I just keep seeing their faces.”

I opened my mouth to say more, but Cody’s lips on mine cut me off. It was an aggressive kiss, one full of force and a clear display of dominance. Before I could get lost in the feel of his mouth, I pulled back as far as I could, which really wasn’t much considering I was still pressed to the thin mattress of his bed. 

“Cody…” I began but he cut me off.

“Your Commander is telling you to do this,” his authoritative side fully present. “And if you do this, I’ll help you with your reports afterwards.”

That was the thing about Cody, he’d never force me to do something I didn’t want in that moment, even if the dominant and submissive dynamic had been long agreed upon. Part of me wanted to deny him, to return to my reports and all consuming thoughts of the fallen, but another, much larger part, wanted to focus on the tantalizing warmth of his body that leached out between the gaps in his armor. 

“Yes, sir,” I purred, nodding my agreement. With a growl, he kissed me again, tongue sweeping along my lower lip before nipping it roughly. I tried to wind the fingers of my free hand into his short hair, but with lightning speed he gripped it and returned it to the spot over my head. I whined in protest and his lips left mine, trailing to the shell of my ear. 

“Be a good girl for me and I’ll reward you.”

The fanning of his breath over my ear made me shiver beneath him. I forced myself to relax beneath the hardness of the armor he still wore. 

“There she is,” Cody purred when he felt the resistance leave me. “Such a good girl for her commander.”

I couldn’t have stopped the moan that left me at his words and the way his tongue traced down my neck. He kissed and sucked along the sensitive skin, leaving bruising marks before soothingly kissing them. When he reached the collar of my blacks, he rose to meet my gaze. With a watchful eye, he released my arms. I stayed perfectly still, knowing that’s exactly what he wanted me to do. His face lit into a smug smile as he reached for the hem of top and pulled the skin tight clothing over my head, leaving me in only a simple chest binder. Rather than unclasp the back of it, he pulled it roughly downwards, exposing my breasts to him. 

With a hum he leaned down and circled one of my nipples with his tongue. My back arched, body pressing to meet him, but with one strong hand he held me down. 

“I think you needed this more than you said,” Cody murmured before resuming the twirling of his tongue.

“Kriff,” I groaned out as he sucked on my now hardened nipple. The hand not holding me down moved to my other breast, toying with the flesh around the neglected bud. 

“The other one, too. Please Al’verde,” I gasped. He chuckled as his glove covered hand harshly rubbed over it. I gasped at the roughness of the battlescarred fabric, loving the feeling of it toying with me. With both of his hands occupied with my tits, his lips kissed their way downward until they hit the edge of armor. Swiftly, and with a touching gentleness, he removed my lower armor piece by piece, with the last once being my codpiece.

He kissed lightly against my covered mound before dragging his hands down my hips and spreading my legs. His kisses went over my clothed core, drawing whines from me. He rose, face coming up close to mine.

“Did you want me to do something with this?” He questioned as he palmed my entire pussy. “Is this what my good girl wants?” 

His finger pressed harder into my slit, just barely brushing my clit and nearly making me come off the bed in anticipation. 

“Please Commander, please!”

“Are you going to do exactly what I say?” He questioned, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

I nodded eagerly.

“Words. Use your words mesh’la.” 

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m going to take off my armor and blacks. While I do that, I want you to finish getting undressed and get on your knees for me. When you do, I want you to touch yourself as much as you want. My only rule is that you can’t cum. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

With a dry laugh he stood and began to slowly undo his armor. There was no urgency in his movements unlike mine. I got my lower blacks and underwear off as fast as humanly possible and unclasped the hanging chest binder in record time. 

“Bed or floor?” I questioned before kneeling. 

“Bed. I want to see every move you make.”

I could feel myself become wetter at his words as I knelt facing him on the bed. His gaze was hot on me as I reached between my legs to gently toy with my clit. A gasp escaped me as I felt the wetness that had pooled there, spurring me further to play with the bundle of nerves. 

“Kriff,” Cody cursed as he watched me inch closer to the brink. He still hadn’t sped up his movements, only his top half bare. It hadn’t taken as long as I thought it would for me to near the edge of pleasure as my movements quickened. I could feel that precipice approaching and I was hoping Cody wouldn’t notice. Maybe I could get away with cumming without his permission just this once. 

Before I could go any further, a hand clamped around my neck applying firm pressure. 

“Don’t tell me you were about to do what I think you were going to do?”

“No, sir,” I gasped as he squeezed harder. Even though my hand had stilled against my clit, the growing pleasure hadn’t abated. The pressure on my neck prolonged it, letting it linger. 

“That’s what I thought,” he said as he gently petted my hair. “My good girl would never do that.” 

I tried to reply, but the hold on my neck was too much to speak around. 

“You’re going to circle that clit very slowly while I finish with my armor and then we’ll see if you still get your reward.”

I nodded as best I could, but he didn’t move. 

“Let’s see it. Start playing with yourself cyar’ika. Show me how good you are for me.”

The little brain power I had left focused on that one command and sluggishly made my hand move. The combination of the renewed stimulation and the continued choking were heady and filled my body with a humming feeling. 

“Good girl,” he hummed as he released my neck. Air swept back into me as I gasped, the humming under my skin turning into a full on buzzing.

As Cody continued taking off his armor, my hand kept a slow and steady pace. The previous precipice I was hovering on had disappeared, but it left just enough stimulation to keep the desperation present. 

When Cody finally removed his last piece of armor, his codpiece, I whined. His dick was clearly straining against the thin fabric and my mouth watered at the thought of his length filling either my mouth or my pussy. It sprung free as he removed the pants, almost making me speed up the pace of the hand on my clit.

Cody moved over to me, hard cock close enough to lick. He petted my hair again, almost soothingly. 

“You did so good for me,” He commended. “Do you want your reward now?” 

I nodded eagerly.

“Oh please Al’verde.”

He leaned closer to my ear and one of his hands covered mine, speeding up the pace I circled my clit with  and adding more tantalizing pressure. 

“Cum for me.”

I was shocked at how quickly my body responded to him because in a matter of seconds I was catapulted over the edge of pleasure. A cry left my lungs as all of my muscles tensed and released within the same second. My mind numbed as a rush of white hot electricity zapped through it. My hand stilled on my clit but Cody’s kept it moving, working me through the orgasm. As I began to calm, his pace quickened again and he easily slid two fingers into my leaking hole. They curled upwards and I nearly came off the bed at the feeling. 

“Again,” he commanded against my ear before burying his face in my neck, kissing along the bruises he had left before. With a few more pulls of his fingers and circles of my clit I was cumming again. I wasn’t sure if any sound left me that time because the rushing in my ears was too loud to hear anything over. As I slowly came down from whatever plane of existence I had teleported to, I could hear Cody whispering soothing placations in my ear. 

“Such a good girl. So good for me. So good for your Commander.” 

Without any warning, he pushed his cock into me fully until his pubic bone was pressing against my overly sensitive clit. 

“Cody!” I gasped, mind still too numb to realize my mistake. A harsh smack fell on my clit making me yelp.

“What was that?” He demanded as he stayed there fully sheathed within me. I needed him to move, needed to feel him filling me over and over again. 

“Commander! Please move, Commander. You’re my Commander!” I babbled in desperation as I clawed at his back. 

“That’s right,” He urged as he pulled out and plunged back in, pushing the air from my lungs. “I’m your Commander. And your Commander wants you to cum on my cock.” 

His hand wove between our bodies and pressed lightly on my clit, adding just enough pressure to not overstimulate me. His dick reached that perfect spot deep within me and it only took a few more thrusts to send me soaring again. I wasn’t even sure if I was breathing this time. Everything around me faded away except for the feeling of Cody continuing to pump into me, drawing out my latest orgasm. His fingers brushed against my clit, causing a jolt to shoot through me. 

“Too much. Oh Maker, too much,” I protested at the sensation against my overstimulated clit. His pressure lightened but didn’t disappear. 

“Come on, give me one more. I know you can do it,” He urged as he continued plunging into me. With every brush of his cock against that spot deep within me I could feel my muscles growing ever tauter. 

“Give me one more darling and then you’re done. Then you can rest.”

With a sobbing cry I was pushed over the cliff. The only thing I could hear was the sound of Cody’s yell as he filled me. The only thing I could see was the flash of white light behind my closed lids. And all I could feel was the overwhelming explosion of pure bliss overtaking every inch of me. 

I wasn’t sure when I finally came down from my high, but I could hear Cody’s placating voice.

“Shhhhh mesh’la. Shhhh. You did so good. You did amazing. Just rest now.”

And like the good girl I was, I did exactly as I was told. 

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The next time my eyes opened, I was curled up against a still naked Cody, his arms holding me close. I wore an oversized shirt that was soft against my skin. The sound of an alarm had woken me, but it had quickly been snoozed by the other occupant in the bed. I couldn’t recall exactly what brought me to this position, but my groggy mind was fine with letting the rhythmic breathing from Cody lull us back to sleep. Of course the rational side of my mind couldn’t let that happen. 

I shot into a sitting position, mind racing as I recalled the events of the night before. Cody groaned my name, pulling gently on my arm.

“Lay back down. We still have a half hour before we need to be up.”

“Cody, the reports. I never did the reports!” I panicked as I tried to climb out of the bed but he quickly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down next to him. 

“Cody,” I growled, not pleased with him delaying me once again. 

“The reports are done and the notices have been sent out,” he grumbled against my neck. “Rex and I finished them after you fell asleep.”

“You what?” I gasped. He scrubbed a hand over his face and cracked open his sleep heavy lids. 

“You needed to sleep so I commed Rex and told him I needed him to help me finish the reports for you. He was more than willing to help me make sure you got some rest before we ship out today.”

I couldn’t help the tears that welled in my eyes. 

“You guys didn’t need to do that,” I said. His hand reached up and cupped my cheek. 

“We both love you. You’re one of our closest friends and you constantly try to find ways to make our lives better. You need to learn to let us return the favor sometimes.”

I wrapped my arms around him, curling into his bare chest as I thanked him again. The room fell silent and a thought came to me as I began to doze again. 

“Hey, Cody?” I asked. He hummed in response. 

“Are you telling me Rex was in here after we fucked?”

A loud laugh left him as he pulled me closer.

“Oh that’s exactly what happened.” 

My laugh joined his.

“Exactly how red did he turn when he saw me sleeping in your bed?”

“His face was the color of Fox’s armor.”

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After the next alarm, Cody and I had risen and gotten ready to ship out. We quickly showered together and he helped me wipe away the grime of the battlefield. It was a good thing the cleaning droid would be coming after we left because his bed now looked like a war zone from me rolling around in it. We both donned our blacks and armor and prepped to run to Rex’s room where the upper half of my kit still was. When we reached his room, I let myself in without buzzing. I had hoped to stay quiet enough to not wake him, but Rex was a heavily trained soldier and he immediately shot upwards to assess the threat entering his room.

“Shhhh, Rexxie. It’s just me. Go back to sleep.”

He mumbled my name in question. Eyes squinting at the hallway light slicing through the darkness of his room. 

“I just need to get my stuff before I leave,” I told him as I grabbed my half empty duffle bag with the rest of my kit and the sniper case next to it. 

Rex reached out his hand for me to take and as I took it he pulled me in for a hug. 

“Be safe, Vod,” he said softly as he held me close. 

“Always, Vod. Always,” I replied. “And thank you for last night. I love you guys, too.” 

He let out a happy hum and I pushed him back down on the bed. He had gotten less sleep than me and had been awake just as long. Thankfully, he was getting a week of leave after this last mission as he waited for new soldiers to join the 501st. I kissed him on the forehead and wished him well before leaving his room and letting the door whoosh shut behind me. 

Cody was waiting for me outside and we turned to head to the hanger. As we were about to leave the hallway, we nearly ran into a certain ARC Trooper. 

“Fives!” I said a little too excitedly. The butterflies from the day before had returned at the sight of the trooper. 

“Good morning to you, too. And you Commander,” he greeted with a knowing smirk. “I was just heading to check in with the Captain about training.”

“Let him sleep,” Cody said. “You and your men can take the morning off. I’ll send out an official alert.”

“Thank you, sir,” Fives answered gratefully. He cleared his throat after a moment of silence. 

“Well it was great seeing you both. I’ll just be heading back to bed now.”

He looked to me, mischief clear in his gaze.

“Offer is always open for you to join me sometime.”

I couldn’t help the blush that rose my cheeks as he walked away. Cody nudged me with his elbow, chin beckoning towards Fives’ retreating form. 

“Hey, Fives?” I blurted without thinking. 

He stopped and turned, waiting to see what I would say. 

“How about next time I’m stationed with the 501st we grab a cup of Caf?”

“It’s a date,” He said without hesitation. A happy smile had overtaken his lips and he gave a sweet wave before walking away.

“About damned time,” Cody joked. I balked, elbowing him back.

“You are such a meddler!”

“If I didn’t meddle you’d never get laid!” He shot back as we made our way to the hanger.

“On the topic of getting laid,” A posh voice said from the other side of me. “Could you possibly keep it down next time you’re having night time activities in the room next to mine, Al’verde.” 

For the first time in a very very long time, Cody looked sheepish as Obi Wan admonished him. The snark had been clear in the pointed use of Cody’s preferred term of authority in the bedroom. I couldn’t help the laugh that left me. Obi Wan turned to me, a threat in his eyes.

“And don’t even get me started on what you were sending through the force last night.”

I stopped laughing after that. 

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#commander cody #star wars #the clone wars #commander cody x reader #a snipers competition #comforting commander cody #the bad batch #captain rex #arc trooper fives #fives #obiwan kenobi

[inazumaneko]

“With the upcoming NTFL season on the rise, let’s interview the R.E.D support trio on the legacy they carry!”

Whoo! Finally finished this, I really wanted to make a magazine cover. It’s surprisingly harder than it looks LMAO

I know they’re finalized designs aren’t out yet but I couldn’t help myself. I’ve been a bit slow getting the sponsorships and logos put on, so in the meantime I may just make stuff like this as I avoid the things that actually need to be done for this au

Image without edits:

#tf2 #my art #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 medic #red spy #red sniper #red medic #competitive sport au #tf2 fanart #team fortress 2 #not to be that person but I worked hard on this so please reblog

[ieo-pio]

Tf2 barn drama edition

#red vs blu equestrian edition #the battles are different competitions #theres horse mercs & rider mercs to split between the two teams #except Dell #Dell is just there to fix stuff and be annoyed by horses coming to bother him while he's working #the horses’ barn names are their class names! #Engie is an escape artist hes too smart #*continues rambling about random hcs* #ieo-draws #tf2 #team fortress 2 #horse au #tf2 spy #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 engineer #tf2 sniper #Medic in bright metallic blue riding boots alr #on beeg draft horse uwu

[malewife-swag-competition]

round 1: The Sniper (Team Fortress 2) vs wild card Kyoya Ootori (Ouran High School Host Club)

The Sniper (Team Fortress 2): mansplain, malewife, "he is such a malewife it's unreal oh my gooooooooood. he has to keep telling his dad he's not a crazed gunman<3. anyways he is wife material i think"

Kyoya Ootori (Ouran High School Host Club): WILD CARD! manipulate, mansplain, no submission notes given

#round 1 #malewife swag competition #the sniper #team fortress 2 #kyoya ootori #ouran high school host club #poll bracket #tournament poll

[whippedcloudsofcream]

Crosshair is so mundanely evil during his scenes with Cody in this episode. Yes, he seeks companionship, a connection. He’s known Cody long enough to hold him in high regard and tbh he still does, mostly. Crosshair works with him, revels in the nostalgia, and they save each other’s lives. But he almost smiles knowing (thinking) Cody is still under mind control.

Even though he might not admit it, Crosshair shares the same reason that many Imperials have for joining the Empire. They like having power over people. And right now, even though they’re brothers, Crosshair likes having power over Cody. He knows that in reality, Cody would disapprove of their situation, be devastated by what was happening to their family and what they were forced to do to the Jedi, especially Obi-Wan. But he’s oblivious to the bigger picture. Crosshair had his chip removed, he still has his free will, his awareness, and his autonomy. He knows what’s going on. It makes him feel unique. And it also makes Crosshair a real piece of shit to keep it all a secret from Cody.

Which is why it’s so satisfying when Cody violently brings him back to reality with just a few sentences about how absolutely fucked they both are in this situation. All the clones are suffering. All of them. Crosshair, despite his drive and skill, is no exception. So Cody escapes and makes it very clear he wanted to take Crosshair with him, but chose not to because of his need for power over others. Left behind once again, for all the right reasons.

#the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #commander cody #maybe that’s why he’s so good at being a sniper #choosing when people die thru a scope #it’s also why he doesnt like being with his brothers or the jedi #the jedi are better than him and his brothers treat him like an equal #it honestly provides a darker meaning for his competition with wrecker for kill count #he likes feeling superior to the strongest member of the group #i need an ep where omega realizes this and stops giving him chances #im honestly upset that cody’s arc is just going to be typical sacrificial death if we’re talking about f*loni’s usual twists #feel bad for him #i like crosshair but he better wake up soon the clock is ticking

[bluesapph]

Why is no one talking about the Archer Espers in Shots fired being refered to as (her) Mona´s hitlist?

Also can someone explain why Brewster is there? Is it because he is kinda like a sniper with his abilities but not weapon type?

#dislyte #Mona attends a gala to seek out all the sniper/archers so she can fight them #thats the story #since we didnt get one I made this one up #I love that scrunkle why is she so competitive

[emotionally-resilient-sniper]

objective: go smoke a dick and suck some weed (2/7)

[He holds up a rolled durry and grins]

Here's the last bit, as far as smokin' a dick-

[The cigarette is placed between his teeth so his hands are free to reload his rifle]

Only a matter of time on that first one- I know a poncey blue prick in need of a good 'smoking'.

#sniper rp #anon asks #ooc: yknow. bc smoking someone is lingo for taking them out in a competitive sense.

[delta-the-mando]

I see so many people wondering what would happen if the Bad Batch met/knew Delta Squad, but now personally I’m more curious to know what would happen if the Batchers ever came across the Hand of Judgement

#star wars #Star Wars: Allegiance #Star Wars: Choices of One #the hand of judgement #the bad batch #bad batch #clone force 99 #unfortunately this would be farther in the timeline so the Batchers would be old coots methinks #but it would still be interesting to think about since the Hand consists of Imperial deserters #Tech and Quiller are the pilots and know their ships #Crosshair and Grave are good snipers - a little friendly competition won’t hurt #Hunter and LaRone wondering who has more tired energy #maybe Wrecker would get along with Brightwater?

[tieroneeu]

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#accuracy #precision #elrbipod #bipod #competition #rifle #precisionshooting #precisionrifle #longrange #longrangeshooting #longrangehunting #shooting #ammo #prsmatch #fieldsports #weapons #sniper #sniperrifle #tierone #tieroneeu #tieroneusa

[defensenow]

#youtube #militarytraining #usmilitary #Precision Shooting #Long Range Shooting #Sniper Challenge #Sniper Tournament #Sniper Event #Sniper Training #Marksmanship #Sniper Championship #Elite Snipers #Sniper Competition #Sniper Rifles #Battle of the Sniper War Games #Special Forces Sniper #Tactical Shooting #Military Sniper

[yoylechess]

obsessed with sniper tf2 videos like its magic to me

#anything tf2 is magic to me mostly because ive never really played online competition games #but especially sniper

[ktrivia]

Comforting Commander Cody Part 2

Summary:

After having to endure a brutal senate meeting, Commander Cody seeks comfort

Author’s note:

This was a request from @ttzamara who asked for a more dom!reader and sub!cody dynamic. When I tell you this is pure filth for the most part I mean it. Absolute filth. While it is technically a prequel for A Sniper’s Competition, it can be read independently from that story. I hope you all enjoy this and please let me know if you have any other Cody or Fives requests!

Mando’an translations:

Mesh’la: beautiful

Al’verde: Commander

Aikiyc: desperate

Ner jate verd: my good soldier

Gedet’ye: please

PART 1 of Comforting Commander Cody

MAIN SERIES

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The softness of the knock on my door should have been the first thing that alerted me to something being wrong. No one on a military base knocked softly. I called for the person to come in and as the door whooshed open, I took in a bucketless Commander Cody.

“Al’verde,” I purred. “Wasn’t expecting to see you back on Coruscant so soon.”

Normally, hearing his title in Mando’an would have had Cody crossing the room as quickly as possible to pin me to a wall, but he didn’t move. His gaze was a bit glassy, like he wasn’t completely seeing the room in front of him.

“Cody?” I questioned, standing quickly and stepping in front of him. “Cody, what’s going on?”

He let out a heavy sigh.

“I’m tired,” he said simply like that explained everything. I glanced back to my bed.

“Did you need to sleep? I know my bed is more comfortable than the regulation cots. You can bunk with me for the night.”

He shook his head.

“No, I’m tired of everything.”

I reached up and pressed my hand to his cheek. He leaned into the touch, a ragged breath leaving him.

“What brought this on?” I asked softly. I didn’t like seeing my usually confident and commanding friend like this.

“They made me report to another senate meeting,” he answered. I tensed. Senate meetings weren’t fun for a normal person but for a clone? They were demeaning and terrible to experience. Having a group of people talk about you as if you’re nothing but an expendable droid for them to control tends to take a toll.

Being the highest ranking clone in the GAR, Cody had to occasionally go through the gauntlet of giving status reports. These meetings had normally made him angry, resulting in his domineering side to shine in bed afterwards, but the Cody in front of me looked defeated. I waited quietly, knowing he would continue when he was ready.

“They want to fund more clones and they want to speed up the process,” he said, gaze going hazy again. “We don’t even get a childhood and they want to accelerate us even more. They didn’t even ask me what I thought, just made me listen. What’s the point of being in charge if I can’t make a difference for my own brothers?”

Reaching out I yanked him into my room, pressing the button to shut the door behind us. What Cody was saying bordered on treason and I didn’t want anyone to hear it.

“Cody, look at me,” I commanded. When he didn’t, I gripped his chin and harshly pulled his head to look into my eyes.

“You are an amazing Commander. You do everything you can for your men. I absolutely hate that you guys don’t have the rights you deserve or the chance to live normal lives, but that is not your fault. Do you hear me?”

He didn’t verbally answer me, just a small nod.

“I need you to use your words, mesh’la,” I told him. This was the opposite of our usual dynamic, but he needed to get this off his chest before he went back onto the battlefield. He let out a startled grunt at my term of endearment.

“I hear you,” he confirmed quietly. His hand gripped the wrist that held his chin, but it wasn’t to remove it, it was just to have something to hold onto. An anchor.

His eyes slowly roamed my face before landing on my lips. With a gentleness that wasn’t normal for him, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.

It was a kiss full of soft caresses, one unlike any I’d shared with him before.

“Mesh’la,” he breathed as he pulled away slightly. “I don’t want to be in charge tonight.”

“You sure?” I questioned, wanting his full consent. Cody craved control. For him to give it up willingly was not something I’d be taking lightly.

He nodded his affirmation and I pulled away from him, leaving my hand on his chin to keep his eyes on mine.

“You will call me ma’am and if it becomes too much at any time then you say meiloorun. Understood?”

The safe word made him crack a smile, just like I’d hoped it would.

“Remove your kit and then lay on the bed soldier,” I demanded.

“Yes ma’am,” he said while slowly working to remove the latches of his kit. I didn’t know if he was stalling on purpose or still in a funk so I decided to add some incentive. I inched next to him, leaning closer to his ear and whispered;

“If that kit isn’t off in the next minute, then I’ll be the only one cumming tonight.”

The only time I’d ever seen a kit removed faster was after Fives had hidden a bunch of bugs in Echo’s armor. Cody might have beaten that record because he rapidly unlatched everything and let it fall to the ground before climbing onto the bed.

He laid there in just his blacks, cock already straining against the tight fabric. As I approached him I stripped off my shirt, leaving me in a bra and tight leggings. When I reached him, I gave his cock the lightest of caresses with my nails. At my touch his hips jolted with a sharp inhale.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me, Soldier?” I questioned, letting my fingers trail up his abdomen and chest.

“Yes,” he breathed as I traced over his neck. My grip tightened on his chin, forcing his head to look at me again.

“Yes what?” I questioned, voice full of authority. His gaze became molten.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I threw my leg over his trim waist and straddled him. Lightly, I ground against his hardened cock and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“Such a good boy.”

The tiniest of groans left him at my words and I saw a flash of shock in his eyes. He was surprised he’d liked the praise so much.

I captured his lips with mine, tongues mingling between us as I worked the top half of his blacks up his abdomen. His hands roamed my hips, grabbing hold of my backside and pulling me as close as possible against his straining duck. We broke apart as I got the top over his head. I grabbed hold of his hands and moved them over his head. I held his wrists in my hands as I ground against him.

“If you touch me,” I started with a wicked gleam in my eyes, “then I’ll stop what I’m about to do. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he breathed. I released his hands and lowered myself down his body. With what I knew would be an infuriating slowness, I slid his blacks down his hips until his dick sprang out. It was already hard and leaking, making my mouth water for him. His heated gaze was focused solely on me, and I could tell he was putting all of his focus into not reaching down and pulling me onto his dick like he normally would.

“Look at you, so aikiyc for me to touch you,” I murmured as I slid my hands up his thighs. Cody groaned at the mando’an term. It didn’t matter what roll he was in, mando’an turned him on when it was used in bed.

“Ner jate verd,” I groaned as I finally took him into my hand. His hips jolted at the firm pressure that surrounded him now. I kept my stroking slow, teasing him until he was moaning without abandon. My tongue circled around his tip, lapping up the precum leaking from him. I moaned at the taste while my lips were just barely wrapped around him but it made him loose a stuttering breath from the vibration.

“Gedet’ye,” he pleaded, hips rising to try and get more of himself in my mouth.

“Please what? What does my good boy want?” I asked him, continuing my teasing strokes.

“Please suck my cock, ma’am. Please, I'm begging you.”

He was still begging when I took him completely down my throat and the sound that left him made me gush. I bobbed my head slow and deep, giving him what he wanted, but not completely.

“Kriff, please please please faster mesh’la.”

My mouth came off of him immediately with a pop.

“What did you call me?” I questioned, stopping all movement of my hand on him. For the first time ever, I heard Cody whine. Not just a short whimper but a full, long, high pitched whine.

“Cody?” I demanded, squeezing him tightly at his base. “What did you just call me?”

He was panting by now.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. Please don’t stop.”

A contemplative expression came over me as I considered his request.

“You know what sweet boy?” I asked him as I stood. He looked like he was going to stroke out at the thought of me climbing off of him and leaving, but quickly calmed when he saw I was removing my leggings and underwear.

I straddled him and rocked against him, coating him with the wetness that had formed between my legs.

“I think it’s time for a little punishment.”

While I spoke, I reached between us and positioned him so I could slide down onto him. Both of us moaned at the connection.

“I don’t think this is much of a punishment,” he quipped. There was a bit of fire in his eyes that reminded me of his normal self.

“Talk back to me again and I won’t let you cum at all. I’ll just use you for my own pleasure and then leave,” I taunted. When I talked about using him, his duck twitched inside of me.

“Oh you liked that huh?” I asked as I ground my hips against his. ”Well then you’ll enjoy your punishment. I’m going to fuck you and you don’t get to cum until after I do.”

He cursed as I began riding him at a brutal pace. His teeth clenched together and I wasn’t sure if that was to keep control over himself or because he was trying not to outwardly beg.

“Let me hear you, Al’verde,” I coaxed, squeezing around him. He let out a long groan.

“Oh maker, please let me touch you,” he begged. I slowed my pace and leaned forward to lick up his neck before whispering in his ear.

“Touch me, Cody.”

His hands were on me instantly. They roamed everywhere. Over my breasts, tweaking my nipples, between my legs and over my hips.

“Rub my clit,” I demanded, feeling myself getting closer to the edge. His fingers slipped between my thighs without hesitation and began rubbing rapidly against the bud. I grabbed his other hand and slid his fingers into my mouth, rolling my tongue over them.

“I’m so close, please tell me your close,” he pleaded, breath short and quick.

“Don’t you dare cum,” I commanded as I got closer. I stopped my motions, letting myself grind against him as I went over the edge. His fingers kept going against my clit, working me through the orgasm. By the time I was coming down from my high, his hips were bucking against mine and pleas were falling from his lips.

“Fuck me, Cody. Finish yourself off,” I told him with a grin. With a roar he flipped me onto my back and drove back into me. His pace was unrelenting as he rammed into me with his face buried in my neck. His finger returned to my clit, rubbing furiously, building me back up to the edge quickly.

“Cum for me again, ma’am. Need to feel cum,” he gasped.

His words threw me over the edge again and I couldn’t help but scream his name. His hips began to stutter as I clenched around him and he groaned my name as he spilled into me.

We stayed in that embrace for a while, neither of us wanting or able to move just yet. Most of his weight had fallen onto me, but I didn’t mind it. His weight pressing into me was comforting. A reminder that he was there. When our breathing and heart beats had returned to normal, he rolled off of me. With a groan, he moved into a sitting position.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I questioned. His hazy and exhaustion filled gaze turned to me. Thankfully, this haze was one of satisfied pleasure and not anguish.

“Getting the towel to clean you up.”

“Nope,” I told him, grabbing his shoulder and pushing him back down onto the bed. “That’s my job this time. You stay put.”

On shaky legs, I stood and made my way to the refresher. I cleaned myself up first before taking a damp towel and going back to where he laid on the bed. I reached down to wipe around his dick when he groaned.

“You ok?” I asked, searching for some old injury I might have missed and aggravated.

“Just a bit sensitive,” he answered with a small huff of laughter.

“I’ll be gentle,” I promised before returning back to my mission. I gently cleaned the rest of him before tossing the towel into the refresher.

I laid down next to him and pulled him against me, wrapping my legs around his and pulling his head to my chest.

“Was that ok?” I asked him as I stroked through his short hair.

“More than ok,” he answered. “I’m not sure why I liked that, but-“

His words trailed off, his mind deep in thought.

“It doesn’t matter why,” I told him softly. “It’s perfectly ok to want that once in a while. Why do you think I let you do it to me?”

He still looked apprehensive. I sighed.

“Sometimes people like us, people whose whole lives revolve around being in complete and total control, need a break from that. We need someone else to take control for a little while and make us feel good that way. As long as you enjoyed it and it felt good then that’s all that matters.”

His arms wrapped around me and his head tilted up for a kiss. While this kiss was gentle like our first one of the night, it was one full of thanks rather than upset.

“Thank you, mesh’la,” he said quietly, a breath away from my lips. “Thank you for being here for me.”

“Always, Cody. Always.”

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[inazumaneko]

Competitive sport au update!

(Note: these are the designs without class logos or sponsors! will be included in individual character posts.

Welcome to the competitive sport au!

Taking place in 2033, Team fortress is a no longer a war, but a spectacle. With over 43 teams throughout the world, cities and countries build up teams of nine to fight to the unlimited death for the entertainment of the world. Lives always on screen for fights, interviews, personal drama, and more, the nine are continuously cycled clones of the final mercenaries from the 1970’s, legacy faces and skills making for easy notoriety. Some mercs adore the spotlight, finding fame and money worth the price of a life without independence. Others find solace in friendship and close bonds to make it to retirement, earning their right to citizenship and freedom from ultimate death.

#competitive sport au #tf2 #team fortress #team fortress 2 #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 heavy #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #my art

[kinktober-2023]

Kinktober Day 1 :

Competition / Pressure

{How Reaper meets his future partner Dakota}

The infiltration mission had been rough so far and with a sniper on the loose Reaper quickly found himself running out of options. So, as a last ditch effort to evade the commandos on his ass, he dips into an abandoned building and holds his breath in spite of his burning lungs. Each breath he takes is followed by several tense seconds of waiting until - finally - the commandos move on.

He breathes a breath of relief, deciding to catch his breath as he assesses his situation. His partners, Chief and Noelle, are likely captured or killed, making his only options to escape or, by some miracle, convince the commandos that he isn't an intruder. Unfortunately, with the sniper lurking around, both options feel like losing battles. However, just as he's about to dart out and test his luck in the abandoned streets, he hears the white noise of a radio from the second story.

"Wolf, any eyes on the intruders?"

A voice breaks the static, momentarily muting it to allow vocals to reach the ear of those who are listening.

"None, not hide nor hair," another voice replies just above him, making his heart leap into his mouth.

It's the sniper, it has to be! Is his first thought. His second thought is to get rid of the sniper and make his job a lot easier, especially if he can mimic the sniper for a while in order to by himself some time.

Up the stairs he creeps, unaware of the danger that lurks just above him until it's too late. At first, he's confused because the room seems empty, but the second he steps inside he's brought into the reality of his situation as his brain gets rattled by the butt of the sniper's rifle. Then he's kicked hard in the side before he can even begin to think and then knocked unconscious with ease.

When he wakes he's zip-tied to a metal folding chair, the short brunette haired sniper sitting on his lap with pressure applied on his groin as they continue their surveying without missing a beat. Helpless against his captor all he has to occupy himself is the slight friction on his groin and the sound of his captor's authoritive voice as they bark observations out to their fellow commandos.

#my writing #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #miltary #sniper #ocs #competition/pressure #<3 #my art <3

[viniferas]

HE RLLY DOESNT HAVE TEETH

#he only has em in his wonderland fit #thats kinda funny ngl #he's sayin that he prefers pvp bc its more embarassing (when he fails) and cause he thinks its fun to play with stream snipers #he has actually done that so often he Knows the frequent stream snipers and have a friendly competitive streak with em #what a fascinating person #oh yeah i remember during hnkshi rafio when he was asked if he could switch bodies with anyone in holo☆s #he said he'd pick roberu bc RUST has been trending lately bc of major big-name vtuber/utaite/ high ranking apx players #have joined that server since it only has a limited invite and that he'd go crazy and get rockets to shoot at ppl and their houses just #cause. JUST CAUSE #kishi more like kusogaki... #**RADIO

[hothammies]

will byers, the resident sniper and medic - apoc au details under the cut!

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will's role in the party:

a scouter - stays back to watch over the area during runs w/his rifle and is a backup supply runner if need be. just prefers to scout with dustin and mike

medic - normally takes care of the group regarding injuries and medicine. is very gentle :)

the angel on mike's shoulder -> knows how to placate mike the best if mike's being unreasonable or too harsh

most knowledgable about the infection and how it works -> helps with understanding the patterns of infected people, what attracts infection, etc.

party mediator - rarely ever fights with anyone (mostly with mike haha) and is usually the person people most often go to for a vent or a rant

skills + hobbies:

best with a rifle + second best with guns! -> he practices a lot with lucas but refuses to kill animals

cook of the group along with el (taught her how to cook): rest of the party can make edible food but don't know how to make it taste good

great knowledge of plants and medicine -> jonathan and joyce taught him all they know about it (they are healers)

draws in a sketchbook that mike stole from another group for him: filled with mundane sketches from life and treats it like a daily journal

likes to collect cds and cassettes that he finds around to play in the car (him and max discuss music the most) - fave bands include system of a down, gorillaz, the clash and the cure :) he's an alt rock fan!

quirks / fun facts:

him and lucas have an ongoing competition that started with their aim and is now based on literally anything -> they've been keeping score since they were nine (lucas is currently up by ten and the points are in the thousands)

will shuffles different music in the car and observes who in the party likes what so he can make his own little mental playlists for them!

him and dustin talk a lot about how the infection works. they have some very intense debates about it, especially when it comes to if the infected still have human consciousness or not (will thinks they do, dustin thinks they don't)

--- other notes: canon will, in a short summary, is a very sweet, sensitive, empathetic and capable boy who consistently puts others needs before his own :') of course, i wanted apoc will to share those attributes, with a big emphasis on his empathy, strength, and kindness. first - i wanted him to be a medic to show how he cares about other people and how he helps the people he loves as well. it's shown a lot in the show how much he cares for people and living beings (see: his actions with dart, el, mike, feeling bad for jonathan's hand after he had just woken up, etc.) and him being a healer is very in tune with this behavior. will as a healer is very special to me :') and him learning this skill from his mom and his brother strengthens the theme of family also!

second - him being good with a hunting rifle was to showcase his quiet strength and capability (i'd also like to add that his dexterity on his dnd sheet is extremely high) -> he's a non-confrontational survivor. his strength shines from afar and is put on the backlight, but no one in the party thinks will is weak for his empathy. mike and lucas, in particular, are actually quite jealous of the fact that will is still able to see so much good in humanity and life while being so strong. of course, his connection to the upside down in st is mirrored in this au as well, where he has an innate understanding of how the infection works because of experience, observation and other story spoilers...

looking at the current poll results, it seems im going to be drawing lucas and max next :D see you for that!

#imma be real honest and say that i only made will like gorillaz because i fucking love gorillaz #will byers #byler #stranger things #stranger things fanart #st apoc au #sammi's art