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neon-junkie · 3 years

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Five-oh-Thirst

Summary: The 501st boys have finally reached their breaking point; they just HAVE to have you, and Jesse makes it his mission to recruit you into their shenanigans. After a night out at 79's, you're spoilt by a handful of Troopers, and a Captain who's late to the party.

Pairing: Female Jedi Reader x Rex, Jesse, Fives, Kix, Hardcase, Dogma & Tup

Word count: 12k

Tags: Shameless smut, Gangbang, Drinking, Double penetration, Praise kink, Voyeurism, Military names, Aftercare, Morning after pill.

Notes: this is so fucking slutty and i loved writing every second of it >:) sorry if some of the boys are a little OOC, im still new to writing these hotties. Tumblrs formatting is shite, so i’d suggest reading this on AO3 (under the same username.)

To say that you're 'close' with the 501st is an understatement. Close isn't quite the word you could use to describe the bond you have with this boisterous bunch of clones. You may be their Commander, but you're also a friend, and soon to be a lover. You've had your fair share of drunken nights out with the lot, getting rowdy in 79's, dragging each other's asses home, falling asleep in cuddle piles in their barracks. Yes, you shouldn't be mingling like this with your squad, but it's hard to not get so attached.

Anakin has warned you over and over about both your attachment and feelings, but you've seen the way he talks to them, Rex specifically. Anakin has let his emotions lead him whenever his men are hurt or in danger, and maybe that's why he always gives you a wink during his lectures. He knows what it's like, and he's only attempting to follow the Jedi code, teaching you in the process.

Speaking of Jedi codes, apparently rocking up to the Jedi cruiser bridge with a cup of caf in hand is something to be frowned upon. What? you're tired, and it's not like Anakin has asked his men to get him a cup of caf before. Obi-wan has done this exact same thing also! So, because you're a Padawan, you're not allowed to do it? Sheesh. The hypocrisy.

Despite Anakins disproving glare, the briefing continues flawlessly, as does the mission. Luck must have been on your side, or the force, depending on what you believe in. The Separatists crawled away with their tails between their legs, leaving the planet Naboo alone once more.

A course is set for Coruscant, and the Jedi cruiser launches into hyperspace, taking roughly seven hours to return home. That time is yours to do as you please, and you decide that a nap is in order.

Walking to your quarters takes a good ten minutes, seeing as how large this cruiser is. You travel down an array of corridors, having Troopers stop and salute you as you pass. It's a touching gesture, but sometimes you hate being the centre of attention. You understand that, to the clones, it's a sign of respect, one that they hold dearest in their hearts; you tried to get them to stop once, and only insulted them in the process, so you swiftly gave up and let them continue.

One Trooper in particular calls out your name from behind, and you rotate to see ARC Trooper Jesse approaching, his helmet tucked under his arm, and his other hand salutes you as he approaches. "Commander, do you have a minute?"

"For you, Jesse? Always," you say with a smile.

That smile is mirrored right back at you, and Jesse gestures for you to step down a quiet corridor to talk in private. He doesn't speak up at first, scratching the back of his neck nervously, but you allow him to take his time. Whatever's on the tip of his tongue must be really important.

"Commander, this is a... strange request to make," Jesse begins, and looks for your approval before continuing.

"Go on."

"Well, the boys and I were talking... and uh, you know how we like to de-stress by going to 79's?" Jesse mutters, keeping his voice quiet.

"Yes?" you question, nodding at the same time.

"And by de-stress, we like to... you know, pick up women there," Jesse shrugs, avoiding eye contact as he speaks.

Something in your gut informs you that you know what's coming next, and it explains why Jesse is stalling his request so much. You continue nodding as he speaks, squinting your eyes ever so slightly, suspicious of where this is heading.

"We've been uh, wanting to invite... you along, but we're not sure if that follows your erm, codes?" Jesse pulls the most panicked expression as he finally spits the words out. You think you know what he's asking, but you'll need to dig a little deeper, just to be certain.

"Going to 79's in the first place is against my Code... I think?" you reply, uncertain on what the Jedi code says about nightclubs and getting drunk with clones. "I thought you would know by now that I bend the rules in my favour, without others knowing, of course."

"Oh, that's a relief," Jesse sighs, and removes his hand from his neck. "I mean, you shouldn't, but we all break some rules here and there, don't we?"

"Yeah," you say with a shrug. "What exactly are you asking from me, Jesse? Be clear with your words, Trooper," you order in a teasing manner, noticing how the tip of Jesse's ears turn pink at your words.

"How about... the next time we all go out for drinks, we... take you back instead of some random woman?"

Oh.

There's a heated knot in your stomach, twisting and turning at the thought of sleeping not only with Jesse, but a handful of men. They're all attractive in their own unique ways, and you applaud them for how they create their individuality, through hairstyles, facial hair, and tattoo's. Not only does it make them easier to identity, but it really helps express their personality, and how they may act on the battlefield.

And the thought of having a bunch of these handsome men taking care of you? Who would say no to that?

"Who do you mean by 'we'?" you question out of curiosity.

"Uh, well, it depends on who comes out with us. I mean, all the boys have spoken about it, and all of them are down," Jesse shrugs, and rubs the back of his neck once more.

They've spoken about this? All of them? You must be quite the catch.

"Why? Is there someone you want to avoid?" Jesse then questions, and you instantly shake your head in response.

"No, I'm just curious. I... didn't know you all felt that way towards me," you sheepishly reply, and Jesse flashes you a concerned expression.

"You're kidding me, right? Have you noticed the way we all speak to you? The way we are around you? Even General Skywalker has told us multiple times to cool it," Jesse nervously laughs, clutching his helmet tighter.

You laugh with him, your mind replaying many incidents where the boys have let it slip. Kix has made multiple inappropriate jokes as he's been patching you up. Hardcase is always offering his lap as a seat whenever you're at 79's, and that's an offer that you may need to finally take up. Dogma will attempt to follow the code, but you've caught him staring at your ass more than once. Fives is Fives, and that's all that needs to be said. And Tup is too shy to make any bold moves, but you can tell he has a soft spot for you, as his face turns bright red whenever you're within ten feet of him.

As for Rex and Jesse, they flirt when it's appropriate, meaning when they're not in earshot of General Skywalker.

"Now that you mention it..." your words trailing off, thinking about all those moments.

"See," Jesse points. "So, are you in?" he questions, scrunching his face up in fear of rejection.

"As long as you boys can share," you instruct, knowing what they're like. "I'm in."

Jesse fist pumps the air as he lets out a "yesss!" but swiftly attempts to cool it, trying to not let his excitement burst. "I'll let the men know. We were planning on heading out tonight?" Jesse offers.

"I'll be there," you smile. "Make sure you and your men look good for me, Trooper," you playfully order.

"Of course, Commander," Jesse nods, and allows you to end the conversation there. If you're going out later, then you definitely need that nap right now. Jesse lands a cheeky slap on your bum as you turn to walk off, and you flash him a smile over your shoulder, heading down the corridor to your quarters.

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Could this be considered a date? or just an arranged hookup with a bunch of men? Either way, you're using the night as an excuse to dress up, not that you need an excuse to begin with.

That nap does wonders for you, although it could be considered more of a sleep, since as you woke up, you were arriving back on Coruscant. It's mid-afternoon, giving you plenty of time to get ready for tonight. Upon arrival, you take a trip downtown to purchase something to wear for tonight, and you have just the right outfit in mind.

The dress is ever-so-slightly out of your price range, but you know it'll be worth it. The 501st take pride in their colour, blue, and you know their jaws will drop when they see you in their colour. The dress fits the way you like it, bold and flashy, enough to turn more than your legion's heads. You pair the dress with some white heels and a bag, Trooper colours all around; you're really milking it, but Maker, don't you look good!

Hours later and you're ready for tonight, checking yourself out in your apartment mirror. You're fortunate to have your own place outside of the Jedi temple; it's tiny and run down, but enough to get you away whenever you need it. Sadly, it's far too small to fit a handful of clones in, so the barracks will have to do.

One taxi later, and you're outside 79's, queueing up to enter the busy club. Happy hour has just begun as you enter, and you remove the comlink from your bag, pressing a button to inform your men that you've arrived.

Nervously, you gaze around the club, ignoring the random sets of eyes on you. You're only after one group of men, and thankfully, one of them approaches you.

"Commander?" Kix calls out. As you turn to look at him, his face lights up, gesturing to the outfit you're wearing. "Oh, Commander!" Kix sighs, gawking over the sight of you in his legions colours.

"Not too much?" you question, gesturing to the outfit.

"No, it's just right," Kix sighs yet again. "And I like the white heels and bag, nice touch!"

Of course Kix has noticed those minor details.

"Where are the others?" you question, and Kix offers you his arm in response. You take it, following Kix through the club, eventually coming across a cosy booth, full to the brim with your boys.

Kix's reaction to your outfit was sweet and wholesome, something you'd expect from him. Fives on the other hand is hollering like a dog as you approach, checking you out with a whistle, doing everything he can to hype you up. "Commander," he purrs, and wraps an arm around your waist. "Here for me?" he jokingly questions, making you laugh at his forwardness.

"She came here for all of us!" Dogma butts in, swatting at Fives's hand around your waist.

"Oh, so you are joining in, Dogma? I didn't think you were one to break the rules," Fives bites back, and gestures for you to take a seat as he talks.

"This is different, Fives," Dogma mutters. You zone out to their bickering as you shuffle around the booth, finding a seat between Hardcase and Tup.

Tup, like the sweetheart he is, quietly tells you "you look beautiful," with flushed cheeks. Only for Hardcase to add "yeah, you look hot!"

It's hard to believe that these men are all clones. Their reactions are so vast, but they all express the same thing - you look good, and no doubt, they're going to be all over you tonight. They look just as good as you do, maybe even better; they've dressed up for tonight, sporting fine button-up shirts, all of them looking clean and tidy, for once, not covered in dirt from the battlefield.

Jesse offers to buy your first round, and insists that you stay at the booth with the others. He probably fears that another batch of clones will latch onto you the second you stand up. Are the men in here aware that you're a Jedi? Or do they assume you're some poor, unfortunate soul, who's been sucked into spending the night with this bunch? You're hoping for the second assumption, as the last thing you want is some tattle-tale clone recognizing you and ratting you out to the Jedi order.

Jesse returns with your drink and a round of shots, and so, the night begins. The shot is surprisingly nice, as is your drink, but the next set of shots? Eh, not so much. It seems that the more you drink, the worst the shots taste, and you have to turn down the fourth one. You're not going to be standing if you continue chugging drinks at this rate; how your men can drink like this is beyond you.

Dogma and Tup have relaxed in their own way, joining in the conversation every so often, although Dogma is still being teased for 'breaking so many rules.' Hardcase and Fives are as loud as each other, and are currently attempting to impress you through a series of arm wrestling matches. Jesse seems content, on a nice, tipsy level, and has had his eyes on you all night. Kix is simply vibing, not visibly drunk, but bubblier than usual.

You continue peering around, questioning who's missing, and then it suddenly dawns on you.

"Wait a minute! Where's Rex?" you yelp, noticing the lack of a certain blonde clone.

"You've got all of us here, and the only man on your mind is the Captain?" Fives tuts, breaking his concentration from the arm wrestling match. Hardcase takes up the opportunity to take victory, slamming Fives's hand down onto the table.

"Yet again, I am victorious!" Hardcase states, and Fives sputters at his remark.

"That's not fair! Our Commander was asking us a question," Fives argues, and the pair begin bickering between themselves.

You decide to intervene, turning to Hardcase and asking "so, what would you like as your prize?"

Your question is met with a sea of "oooh!"'s and "pick something good, Hardcase!" His face alone is priceless, his emotions switching between shocked, flustered, and cheeky. Hardcase then trails into thought, and after barely any thinking time, he settles on his prize. "For you to finally take up my offer and sit on my lap, sweetheart," he replies, patting his thighs as he talks.

A smirk escapes your lips as you stand, shuffling over to sit on the tattooed clones lap. Hands find their way to your waist, and you're almost certain that Hardcase is purring as he cuddles up to you.

"How is she?" Kix questions, as if you're not sitting in earshot of his question.

"Comfiest ass in the galaxy," Hardcase hums, pulling you higher onto his lap as he speaks. He settles his chin on your shoulder, fine stubble pressed against your skin, and from the expressions of those around you, you can tell that they're all jealous. They'll have their time with you eventually, whether it's here, or at the barracks later. The night is still young.

"My turn," Dogma announces out of nowhere, shuffling out of the booth. None of you have any idea what he's on about, until he turns to you and asks "what are you drinking, Commander?"

You tell him your order, followed up with "and stop calling me Commander! We're not at work, you don't need to call me that."

Dogma apologizes with a soft laugh before making his way over to the bar, followed by Jesse and Kix.

"Is it bad that I kinda like calling you it?" Fives questions, and you know exactly what he's implying.

"The only places you should be calling me Commander is on the battlefield, and in the bedroom," you purr, and you're met with a fawning, lustful expression from Fives, who is more than satisfied at your answer.

"Yes, Ma'am," he purrs back, and you take a mental note for later.

"You know, none of you answered my question," you begin, and the rest of the clones look at you in confusion. "Where is Rex?"

"He said he's busy with a meeting, and that he'll meet us at the barracks later," Fives explains, softly shrugging as he speaks. In Fives' eyes, that means one there's one less clone for you to give your attention to, meaning more for him.

"That's a shame," you sigh. The thought of Rex being here right now is a curious topic on your mind; would he attempt to maintain his high-ranking status, remaining professional despite knowing what's going to happen later? Or would he throw all of that out of the window, taking the first opportunity to straddle you onto his hips and remind his men who's in charge?

"Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll take good care of you whilst the Captain's gone," Hardcase smugly comments, placing a gentle kiss to your shoulder as he eyes you up.

Hardcase stays true to his word, as do the rest of your men. Dogma, Jesse, and Kix return shortly after with the next round of drinks, and lo-and-behold, more shots. You have entered the stage of tipsy, sitting on the drunken fence by the time you finish your drink. Hardcase offers to buy the next round, but you brush him off, insisting that it's your turn. "Since you're all taking care of me, the least I can do is return the favour," you explain, and a few of the men chuckle at your reasoning.

Tup, the sweetheart that he is, helps you up and over to the bar. You're able to walk, even in these heels, but you know that Tup's presence is actually a way of telling others clones that you're already taken for. To your surprise, his hand settles around your waist as you prop yourself up against the bar top, waiting for somebody to come and serve you.

"How's your night going?" Tup questions. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Yeah, are you?" you reply with a nod, curling up into Tup's side.

"Mhm," Tup nods in agreement. "I just need a few more drinks down me," he adds, and you understand how he feels. If you weren't the centre of attention, then you'd be just as quiet as Tup is, shying away nervously in the cornerless booth.

"Let me get one for you," you offer, and Tup takes you up on it.

"Thank you, Comma- I mean, uh, love." Tup's expression turns sour, blushing at his fumbled reply. You brush the nerves off him by placing a kiss on his cheek, and watch in amazement as his face begins turning a different shade of red.

Tup mutters something to you, and you almost miss his words over the volume of the music. "You missed," he boldly states. Tup's definitely stolen that line from Fives, or has been taught it - either way, it's something Fives would say, and you know how close those two are.

"Oh?" you cheekily sigh. You're about to follow it up, until the bartender arrives, pulling your attention away from the clone.

Once your order is placed, you turn back to Tup, wanting to finish where you left off. He looks at you, then looks away, pulling an embarrassed face. Your fingertips are placed below Tup's chin, gently turning his head to face you, and before Tup can say anything, you lean in to kiss him.

Tup freezes up, before melting into the kiss, moving his head to fit against yours. A hand finds its way to the back of your neck, holding you there, as if to reassure himself that yes, this really is happening. Tup's kisses match his personality, sweet and gentle, but the tongue that slides across your lower lip suggests there's more to him than meets the eye.

You can overhear the sounds of cheering in the background, and you just know that it's coming from your men. You break away, not to be rude, but because you don't want the poor bartender to be stood there awkwardly as you're busy snogging a clone. Thankfully, they arrive moments later, and you two soon return to the booth with drinks and shots in hand.

Fives applauds his vod as Tup sheepishly sits down, and you go to take a seat beside him, until Jesse pulls you onto his lap. "You've had enough fun with him, come and give us some attention!" he playfully nips, and follows his statement up with a kiss on your neck.

"There's plenty of me to go around," you bite back, wiggling your hips slightly, grinding your ass on Jesse's lap. He sighs heavily at your move, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you there.

You turn your attention to the drinks that you just brought, downing yet another shot, and washing it down with your beverage.

Minutes later, and you're really starting to feel the liquor running through your veins, as well as the undying urge to dance. Jesse is willing, and Hardcase lets you two know that he'll meet you over there, once he's gone and used the refresher. The rest of the clones stay seated, to your surprise, but then again, they don't seem like the type to dance. Well, Fives possibly, but he's barely able to stand, let alone dance, and Kix is nursing him back to soberness with many glasses of water.

Jesse follows you over to the dance floor, your hand in his, and it's busier than you expected. The dance floor is mostly full of clones and their squadrons, all celebrating various victories and whatnot, with a few women lingering about. You understand by now that women only come to this bar to pick up the clones, and can you blame them? Bless the Kaminoans for picking out Jango Fett to be their donor, as his genetics are excelling in all departments.

"My turn with you already?" Jesse questions as he begins dancing with you, swaying in time with the music.

"We've only been here for a few hours. I thought you'd be more patient?" you tease, and Jesse gives you a look.

"I'm patient when I want to be, sweetheart," Jesse shrugs. "But for you? I've been waiting a long time for this," he explains as he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist.

The tattooed clone smiles down at you, and the glisten in his eyes informs you that his patience truly is running thin. But how long will it be before it runs out? Or how much can you rile him up before he breaks?

"I'm sure you can wait a little longer," you flirt back, trailing your hand along his shirt, fingertips gliding over each of his buttons. You meet his collar and hook a finger over the fabric, gently pulling his head down to your level.

Jesse smirks as he replies "I don't think I can," before pressing his lips to yours. You can tell that Jesse's patience is running thin from the way he kisses you, hungry and lustful, playfully nipping at your lower lip. Your hands wrap around his neck, and you have to remind yourself that you left your bag with the others - that's why your hands are empty.

The hands on your waist trail down to your ass, and Jesse boldly grabs more than a handful, pulling your body tightly against his as he kneads your ass. You break the kiss with a yelp, and remind yourself that you're still in public, thankfully with no eyes set on you. "Jesse!" you playfully swat him, and he chuckles against your skin as his lips trail over your neck.

"You started without me!" A disappointed voice calls out, and warmth appears against your back.

Hardcase has returned from the refresher, pouting because the party has apparently started without him. Jesse moves his hands back to your waist, almost as if he's giving permission for Hardcase to press his crotch against your ass, sandwiching you between the two, tattooed clones. Your cheeks quickly turn red, and you must look more flustered than you feel, as the face that Hardcase and Jesse send each other informs you that they have something planned.

"So," Hardcase begins, his eyes flicking down to yours. "When are we taking you back?"

"Soon?" you nervously reply, questioning your own motives. It's hard to concentrate with an uneven sea turning in your stomach, but the liquor is thankfully helping - you'd be a lot more flustered if you were sober right now.

"Soon?" Jesse repeats, raising a brow at your reply. "Why not now, sweetheart?" he asks.

"Yeah," Hardcase nods, and then dips his head down to kiss along your neck. His kisses trail up to your ear, nipping at that sensitive spot behind it before stating "you look like you need us to fill you up."

A bold, yet true statement, but you're unsure if you want to leave just yet. Do you want to continue your teasing here? Or click your fingers and order your men to take you home and fuck you?

"She's thinkin' about it," Hardcase states, directing his words to Jesse.

"We know what you're thinking, babe, and we think that you've teased us enough already," Jesse says to you, and kneads his hands on your waist, picking and pulling at the fabric of your dress. Bold of him to assume what you're thinking - you're the Jedi here, not him. Either way, his thoughts are true. You have teased them enough, but there's no harm in drawing it out just a little longer, is there?

Jesse steals a kiss from you again, and you can feel him smiling as you let out a soft moan. Hardcase continues kissing up your neck, rutting his semi-hard cock against your ass; his lips wander down below your neckline, and he bites and sucks at your skin, leaving a purple blotch behind. It's in just the right place, an area where your Jedi robes will cover it up, but if you want to tease him on the battlefield, all you need to do is pull back at the thin layer of clothing, revealing his mark.

Just as Hardcase is about to kiss your neck again, a voice calls out "get a room!"

Oh yeah, you're doing all this on the dance floor of 79's. Whoops. Jesse pulls away and chuckles at the strangers remark. "See? Even he thinks we should get going," he states, and you finally agree to make a move.

Jesse leads you off the dance floor, and Hardcase keeps his hand comfortably around your waist. You wander back over to the booth, picking your drink up off the table and finishing it off. "It's time, boys!" Hardcase states, grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh?" Fives looks over to you, flashing you a cheeky grin. It seems the many glasses of water on the table have finally brought him back to a stable level; Kudos to Kix for dealing with him.

Tup passes you your bag as he shuffles off the sofas, and you thank him by pulling him down for a quick kiss. You break away with a soft laugh as you hear Fives complain "where's mine, huh?"

"You can get it when we're in the taxi," you explain.

Fives swats Hardcase's arm from around your waist, replacing it with his own, and mouths the words "my turn," to Hardcase, who simply laughs at his eagerness. You and Fives take the lead, exiting the club with your squad following behind.

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The ride back to the barracks is... eventful, as is entering the barracks itself. Jesse and Kix walk ahead, pretending to be drunker than they actually are so they can distract the guards with their very existence. The rest of you sneak by, sheltered by a wall of horny clones, and you're ushered into their dorm.

The second you step foot into the room, Fives is all over you. With his hands on your hips, he leads you over to the wall, pushing you up against it and locking his lips with yours. Fives's hand trails up to grab your bag, pulling it from your grasp, and chucking it onto a nearby bed, leaving your hands free to wrap around his neck. He's impatient and needy, hungrily kissing you, his hands struggling to find a single place to rest; they slide over your waist, down your back, and grab at your ass, before trailing up and repeating the process all over again.

"Kriff, calm down. She's not going anywhere," one of his vods comments. Kix possibly?

Fives ignores the comment and continues turning your legs into jelly, making up for all his apparent 'lost time.' When he does finally pull away, he's grinning. His pupils are blown, full of lust, eyeing you up like a piece of meat, until somebody swats him away.

"I'm the one who proposed this to her, so I get first dibs," Jesse intervenes. There's something thrilling about the way they're speaking about you, as if you're not there, as if you're their property. In some ways, you are theirs - you have always been theirs - but only tonight have things finally taken a step forward.

Somebody has dimmed the lights, enough to set the mood, but still light enough that you can see what's happening, and so can everyone else. Everybody's watching as Jesse leads you over to what you assume is his bunk, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap. Your knees fall onto either side of his hips, spreading your legs, your dress hiking up your thighs.

Jesse places his hands on your waist, holding you as his lips take over from where Fives left off. As he kisses you, he pulls down on your waist, grinding you over his semi-hard cock, reminding you of what's to come. You feel the hem of your dress slip up slightly over your ass, and one of the clones sighs at the small teaser.

Jesse knows what his vods are after, so his hands trail up your back, finding the zip. He slowly unzips your dress, taking his time to reveal what lies beneath, and breaks the kiss so he can pull your dress over your head, discarding it on the bunk next to him.

Needless to say, the air is filled with an array of praise, mutters and moans at the sight of you. You're straddling the ARC Trooper in your underwear and heels, now being freed of your bra. Jesse groans as your tits fall free, and moves his lips down your body, along your neck, over your collarbone, until he latches onto a nipple.

You feel something tug at your foot, and peer over your shoulder to see Hardcase removing your heels; he's polite (and sober) enough to place them down neatly, rather than tossing them to the floor, or worse, throwing them at his vods. Hardcase then stands up, peering over you, and prevents your lips from feeling lonely. He keeps your mouth occupied, whilst Jesse flicks between both of your tits, and both of them find their way to your panties.

"Need to get these off you," Hardcase mutters against your lips. Hardcase hooks his fingers around one strap, Jesse has the other, and the pair slowly slide them off you, moving with your body as you shuffle from Jesse's lap to remove them. You're left naked in a room full of your men, the men that have served under you for a few years now, but it seems that Jesse is the one taking the lead tonight.

"C'mere," Jesse mutters as he manhandles you off his lap. He shimmies around and lays down, his head at the foot of the bed, feet resting against his headboard. Jesse pats his shoulders before making grabby motions with his hands, signalling for you to climb aboard.

With one knee on either side of Jesse's face, you straddle him. Despite the alcohol still pumping through your system, you're still nervous, exposing yourself fully to your men. They're all reacting positively, a few of them palming themselves through their smart pants. Your nervousness doesn't stay for long, being brushed away as Jesse pulls your cunt down onto his face.

He licks a firm stripe over your pussy, followed by a few more curious ones, before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. You yelp, instinctively grinding down on Jesse's face, and he seems to like it from the hum he lets out. "Kriff," you overhear one of the clones mutter, and you realize it's Fives when he pipes up with "go on, sweetheart. Fuck his face!"

Jesse nods against your cunt, and the squad seems eager for a show, so, why not?

Firm hands hold onto your thighs, steadying you as you begin rocking back and forth over Jesse's tongue. He's flattened it out nicely, and at this angle, you're able to brush your clit over the wet muscle, grinding oh-so-perfectly. The room is filled with soft words of encouragement, "that's it, doll," and "keep going for us!"

You feel bad that Jesse isn't receiving anything in return, so whilst sitting on his face, you begin unfastening his pants, eventually freeing his cock.

Oh, thank the Maker for those yummy Jango Fett genes.

Jesse is thick, leaking with precum, slightly red at the tip. If he's thick, then that means the rest of them are thick... you're in store for quite a treat.

With one hand barely wrapped around Jesse's cock, you begin pumping his already hard length, earning a whimper from the man beneath you. Your hips have slowed in pace, and Jesse urges you to speed up by grabbing your hips and moving them for you. He takes over, fucking you onto his face for a few moments before steadying your hips again, and wrapping his lips around your clit instead.

You yelp, pumping Jesse's cock faster, and he lets out a similar pleasant sound. Another hand appears on your body, and you peer over your shoulder to see Hardcase grabbing your ass, kneading at your cheeks, playing with them. "Got room for one more?" he questions, eyeing you up.

"Uh-huh," you say with a nod.

Hardcase flashes you a cheeky grin before moving his head down to kiss over your cheeks, lightly biting at each mound, moving from one cheek to the other. Every time it feels like he's getting close to your entrance, he moves across to the other cheek, teasing you with a smile on his lips. You're half tempted to push back onto his face, but he beats you to it by running his tongue over your rim, circling your entrance curiously.

Hardcase doesn't hold back, attacking your entrance with his tongue, his hands kneading at each cheek. Jesse continues flicking his tongue against your clit, and a hand is removed from your thigh; fingertips brush over your pussy, slicking themselves up, before a finger slides into you, not stopping until he reaches his knuckle.

Jesse slowly begins working you open, not that you need it much, considering your heavy arousal. Hardcase notices and takes the hint, wetting his finger in his mouth before pressing the pad against your entrance. He circles your ass a few times, relaxing the muscle, before slowly and gently pushing in. Unlike Jesse, Hardcase takes his time, working with your body to slowly open your ass up.

Your hand continues sloppily pumping Jesse's length, just enough to keep him satisfied; you want to do more, but your thoughts and feelings are already occupied. Just when you think you can't take any more, another clone comes into your line of sight, and asks you those exact words as he knees down in front of you.

"Can you take any more?" Kix questions, eyeing you up, reading your body language.

"Uh-huh," you nod once more, and Kix seems content with your approval.

He plants a light kiss on your lips before standing, and works on unfastening his pants, revealing yet another thick cock for your pleasure. You know exactly what Kix is after, so you open your mouth, awaiting him; he lets out a groan at the sight, and slips his cock past your lips, the underside brushing over your tongue.

Both of your hands are occupied, with one propping your weight up, and the other pumping Jesse; so, you make do with your mouth, sucking him to the best of your ability, and despite being slightly sloppy, Kix seems more than satisfied. He's an understanding man who can clearly see how busy you are.

And oh kriff, you sure are busy.

An orgasm is sitting on the fence, waiting for that final push. Jesse slips another finger into you, curling them and searching for that sweet spot. He knows he's found it when he overhears a muffled moan, and your moan seems to echo, as one of the clones groans at the sight of you. Hardcase removes his finger from your ass, slipping his tongue in and tongue-fucking your small gape, slicking you up so he can begin pushing two fingers in. Like before, he goes slow, understanding the stretch and burn that you're feeling right now.

Hardcase, within time, reaches his knuckles, and gently works his fingers in and out of you. That sensation, added with Jesse's fingers in you, and lips around your clit, is more than enough to have you cumming. You have to slip off Kix's cock to let out a shaky moan, thighs and body trembling as your orgasm takes you. Your forehead presses against Kix's thigh, eyes scrunched shut and mouth hanging open, and Kix soothes you by running his fingers through your hair, keeping it off your face.

You overhear Tup gasp, Dogma whine, and Fives cheer you on. "That's it, sweetheart," one of them encourages, but your mind is so hazy that you're not sure who it was. Either way, the words of encouragement are appreciated, as well as the soothing touches that Kix and Jesse are leaving over your body.

You soon come back around, still trembling from the intensity. Your eyes meet Kix's, who places a kiss on your forehead before settling down on the bunk beside you, muttering something about you having your hands full.

Curiously, you peer over your shoulder, and only then do you realize that Hardcase now has three fingers inside your ass. You're ready, and Hardcase flashes you a look that confirms it. "Wanna see what else we can do?" Hardcase questions, and you swiftly nod, accepting their advances.

Hardcase slowly slips his fingers from your ass, and works on removing his clothes. A kiss is planted on your inner thigh before Jesse gives you the signal to roll off, and you do so, letting the clone crawl out from beneath you. His face is soaked - no, drenched - and your juices have dribbled down over his chin, darkening the collar of his shirt.

"How do I look?" Jesse chuckles, before wiping his mouth and chin with his shirt sleeve. Taking Hardcase's idea, he too undresses, leaving you sat on your knees on his bunk.

Hardcase frees himself from his clothes first, and takes a seat beside you. He's about to get into position, until Fives calls out his protest. "You just had a go with her!" he whines.

"We'll be quick," Hardcase winks. He gets comfortable on the bunk, lying on his back, head pressed against the pillow. Hardcase makes a grabbing motion at you whilst mumbling "I want your ass," and with a laugh, you begin getting into position.

At first, you feel awkward and exposed, settling so your back is pressed to Hardcase's tattooed chest. He takes the lead, swinging your legs on either side of his, spreading you wide, and signalling for you to hold your hips up. Hardcase wraps his hand around the base of his cock and begins searching for your entrance, and with your help, he finds your ass.

"Go at your own pace, babe," Hardcase comments, and allows you to take your time sliding down onto his cock. Despite being prepped, Hardcase is still a stretch, slowly working your ass open. A mixture of groans fill the room as you slowly slide onto him, soon reaching his base, a gasp escaping your lips. "Beautiful," Hardcase comments, and reaches around to flick his fingers over your clit, attempting to help you relax.

"You ready for me?" Jesse questions, and all you can do is nod as nothing escapes your lips. Jesse shuffles up the bed, settling between your thighs. He slowly enters you, making a comment under his breath about how soaked your pussy is.

Jesse slides in with ease, holding his cock deep inside you, bottoming out. He awaits your signal before making a move, as does Hardcase, and when you give it, both the clones start slowly.

Your head rolls back to rest on Hardcase's shoulder, and the tattooed clone places a kiss on your temple before turning his focus to bucking up into your ass. Jesse's speed is slightly faster, considering he's in an easier position, and fucking a looser hole. Either way, you're full to the brim, moaning and groaning for them as Hardcase continues flicking his fingers over your clit.

"Kriff, doesn't she look good?" you overhear Kix comment.

Dogma follows up with, "if only you could see yourself, Commander."

Commander, Kriff. That status somehow slipped your mind - you're their Commander, their superior, and your men are currently watching you be fucked, whilst queueing up to take their turn with you. Let's hope your Jedi training has paid off, as you're going to need an extra stern poker-face the next time you're in their presence, or worse, in the presence of your Master.

Jesse, from the sounds that he's making, doesn't seem like he's going to last long. In his defense, you have been pumping his cock this entire time, despite your handiwork being somewhat sloppy. Hardcase's hand on your clit brushes over the perfect spot, causing you to clench in response, and that is more than enough to bring Jesse to orgasm.

"Where?" he manages to blurt out.

"Inside," you order, and every single clone in the room groans at your reply.

Jesse is about to ask if you're certain, but his body gives up before he can speak. Jesse slides his cock as deep as he can, and fills you up, panting and groaning as he releases. He's a debauched, a sweaty mess, possibly still drunk from earlier. Once he's somewhat stable, he slips his cock from you, slowly shuffling off the bed and collapsing on a nearby bunk.

Hardcase kisses your neck, as if to remind you that he's still there, or warning you, since he moves his hands to hold beneath your knees, pulling your knees up against your shoulders, and begins fucking up into your ass.

Your legs are spread, displayed for the other clones to watch as Hardcase ensures that you won't be able to walk for weeks. He's a grunting, sputtering mess beneath you, groaning into the curve of your neck as he chases his release.

A few more thrusts and Hardcase is finishing in your ass, holding your body tight against his as he leaves his mark. You're almost certain you heard a few whimpers from him, meaning his orgasm must have been intense. Eventually, a sweaty Hardcase begins slipping himself from you, being gentle as he rolls you off his chest.

Hardcase has barely removed himself off the bunk before another clone calls out "I'm next," and you look in the direction of the voice to see Dogma slipping his clothes off.

"Dogma? You?" Tup questions.

"Yeah, me!" he states, pointing a finger to himself.

"I didn't think you would," Tup shrugs, and in Tup's defence, you agree with him.

"I thought you'd be the type to tell on us," an exhausted Jesse comments, still laying back on a nearby bunk, spread out and panting heavily.

"Even if he did, I don't think anybody would believe him," Fives adds with a laugh.

"Stop being so mean to him, Troopers. Dogma is just as welcome as everybody else," you defend, and the clone thanks you with a smile.

"As welcome as everybody else?" Fives repeats your word. "Kriff, Commander, I didn't realize you were inviting the entire Legion!" he jokes, and you roll your eyes at Fives's comment, twisting your words cheekily.

You ignore Fives's playful remark, turning your attention to Dogma instead, who's just about finished removing his shirt. "How do you want me, handsome?" you question.

Dogma's eyes light up at your little nickname, and he orders you to "get on your front, hands and knees, and face the boys."

Orders are orders, and you follow them without question. Dogma shuffles in behind you, kneading your ass for a few moments before wrapping his hand around his cock. You're already slick enough, with your own release smeared around your thighs, and a release in both holes, so Dogma doesn't bother using his own spit to slick up his cock. Instead, he glides his cock over your pussy, ensuring the tip of his cock flicks over your clit with every thrust, and once he's satisfied, he begins pushing into your ass.

You let out an "oh," as Dogma slides in, letting out a grunt as he bottoms out. With his hands on your hips, and the signal from you to continue, Dogma begins fucking your ass, gawking over the sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing from you. "That's it," he mutters under his breath. "Kriff, you look so good for me."

"For us," Kix intervenes, and Dogma shoots him a grumpy glare.

Dogma is clearly trying to prove his vods wrong, showing them that he wants this, that he won't rat everybody out for breaking so many rules. His thrusts are heavy, the sound of your ass slapping against his pelvis fills up the room, pushing moans from your lips with every thrust. You can feel Hardcase's release slowly being pushed from your ass, settling around your rim, soon to be replaced with Dogmas.

You overhear someone shuffling about, and Kix soon appears in your line of sight. "I'm back," he says with a smile. "Care to continue where we left off?" Kix questions, and lets out a pleasant sigh when you nod in agreement.

This time, you have your hand free, and you wrap it around Kix's cock as the tip slips into your mouth. Dogma's not letting up his thrusts, pushing your head forwards with every roll of his hips, causing you to lightly gag on Kix's length. Kix seems to enjoy it, as do the viewers, and the sensation is alright for you; so, you continue, eventually letting Kix begin thrusting and fucking your mouth, his pace matching Dogmas.

Kix notices the lack of attention on your pussy, and leans forward, hand reaching out to dip beneath your body and help get you off, but Dogma swats his hand away. At first, you're insulted, as is Kix, until Dogma speaks up and explains his actions. "Let's see how long she can last without being touched," he cheekily states, and Kix flashes him a similar smile before looking down at you.

"Sorry, Commander. Orders are orders," Kix shrugs, and returns to fucking your mouth.

You let out a whine, as does Tup, who seems sympathetic at the lack of attention in your key areas. Fives, on the other hand, is hollering, "she won't last long. She'll be begging for it soon!"

Ugh, he's right. Despite already having an orgasm, you're chasing another, eager for that certain-something to help get you off. The more Dogma and Kix fuck you, the more your cunt burns, and when you try to remove your hand from Kix's cock, he wraps his hand around your wrist to prevent you from touching yourself, clicking his tongue with a disapproving "ah-ah!"

"Soon, sweetheart," Dogma says from behind you, and judging from the way his cock is twitching in your ass, you assume he's close.

Dogma picks up his pace, ruining your own pace on Kix's cock - or improving it, as Kix groans when you gag, spit pooling from the corners of your mouth. "So wet," Kix comments under his breath, and returns to fucking your mouth again, grunting and moaning with every thrust.

"Oh, Maker!" Dogma sighs as he pushes his cock as deep as it'll go. With his hands tightly around your hips, he earns his release, filling your ass with hot, sticky cum. Your moan is muffled from Kix's cock, who has slowed his thrusts, almost to a halt. Kix waits for Dogma to finish, and once he's slipped out, he manhandles you into a new position.

Kix rolls you onto your back, legs against the edge of the bed. He's clearly in a rush, his orgasm sitting on the edge, and he hurries to slide his cock into your pussy, one leg up on the bed, the other remaining on the floor.

Kix only thrusts a few times before bottoming out and cumming inside, his load mixing with Jesse's, who has finally perked up after passing out on another bunk. "Good girl," Kix mutters as the pad of his thumb presses to your clit, grinding in circles a few times. He's milking his release, slowly fucking you in a hazy post-orgasm state, biting his lip whenever you clench around his overstimulated cock.

When Kix can't take any more, he pulls out, and your clit is left unattended. You can feel his and Jesse's load leaking from you, and your eyes lock onto Tup, who was just eyeing up your cunt, his cheeks turning red at the sight of your sticky, cum soaked pussy.

"We're up, Tup!" Fives says with a laugh, patting his vod on the shoulder, snapping him out of his fixated state. Fives has the audacity to follow up his rhyme with finger guns, causing you to roll your eyes at the cheek of this man.

Tup lets out a "huh?" before realising that it's his turn to play with you. The pair are quick to strip off; Fives leaves his clothes strung over the floor, whilst Tup leaves his on his bunk. Just like the rest of your squad, they're hung, and your holes are already beginning to feel sore at the sight of them.

Fives motions for you to stand, and with extremely wobbly legs, you manage to get up, clinging onto Fives as you do so. "Tup, c'mere and help me out," Fives playfully orders, before turning his focus to you.

He bends down slightly, arms stretched out, and asks for you to wrap your legs around his waist. "Catch her if she falls, Tup," Fives comment, and you hear a soft "oh, kriff," from behind you.

Well, you don't fall. Your legs are wrapped around Fives's waist, hands around his neck, awaiting the next move. Five pauses, staring out into thin air, before realizing his mistake.

"Wait, I want to fuck your ass... Tup, you pick her up," Fives comments, and gently places you back down on the floor, only to spin you around so you're facing Tup instead.

"Idiot," Jesse mutters under his breath, and Fives glares at him over your shoulder.

Tup wraps his arms around your waist, and on his nod, you jump up into his lap. He moves your legs to wrap around his waist, ankles crossing over, and your hands trail up to settle on his shoulders, fingertips playing with his loose strands of hair. Tup, for some reason, is trembling, and you're uncertain if it's from your weight, or his nerves. A soothing kiss on his nose reveals that it's his nerves, as he begins to relax, and your weight is then shared between the two clones as Fives approaches you from behind.

Fives focuses on slipping his cock into your ass, before taking your weight off Tup, allowing him to slide up into your pussy. The pair bottom out, pulling you down onto their lengths, and find an even way to hold your weight, making it easier on everybody.

At first, the pair are an uneven, a sloppy mess, struggling to find the right rhythm. Despite their lack of sync, you're still enjoying yourself, but the second they finally sync up, it's game over. With your hands desperately clinging onto Tup's shoulders, you roll your head back against Fives's shoulder, moaning and groaning as the fuck you.

Tup lets out a sigh as he comments "you're so good for us," his hands kneading at your thighs around his waist.

"Isn't she just?" Fives smirks, and his hands on your ass give you a squeeze. "Poor Tup here looks like he's going to cum already," Fives bites at his vod, and Tup sends him a disappointed glare.

"Play nice, you two," you softly order, not wanting to be stuck in the middle of their play fight.

They let out a "yes, Commander," as their thrusts continue, the sound of synced up skin against skin echoing around the dorm room.

However, the sound of the door opening makes everybody jump out of their skin, and you all turn with wide eyes to see none other than Captain Rex entering the room. Fives and Tup come to a halt, Jesse sits up on his bunk, and everybody awaits Rex's move.

Rex, with a stern expression, reaches a hand out to press the lock button on the dorms' door. "You forgot to lock it," he states, then tuts and shakes his head, scolding his men for their sloppiness.

Rex is still in uniform, his helmet tucked under his arm. The sound of heavy footsteps slowly approaches you, Tup, and Fives, and all three of you watch as Rex comes to a halt in front of you. You gulp, despite being a higher ranking than Rex, and despite knowing that he is also in on this.

The expression Rex gives you sends a shiver down your spine; he raises a single brow, slowly eyeing all of you up and down, before his lips finally trail into a smirk. A gloved hand reaches out and finds its way between your legs, instantly settling over your clit. Rex begins to slowly rub your clit, the fabric of his gloves giving you that something extra, and he speaks up in his usual, bold, military tone.

"You've got to play with her as you're fucking her, boys," Rex states, smirking as he notices everybody's expressions drop, letting out sighs of relief. "How is she meant to cum if you're not focusing on the right areas?" Rex questions, and gestures for his men to pick up their pace again.

Fives and Tup begin bucking up into you again, still slightly nervous, but lust soon takes over and evens them out. Rex turns his full attention to you, and the deepness of his voice makes your pussy clench. "Have these men served you well?" he questions.

"They have," you mutter, nodding as you speak, eager to express your fondness.

"That's good to hear, Commander," the Captain smirks. His eyes stay glued to yours, and you can't bare to look away. His fingers are working wonders on your clit, and the sensation of Fives and Tup tending to you is swiftly becoming too much. Your breaths become quick and short, and your eyes struggle to stay open. Rex takes not and announces, "she's close, boys."

"Go on, show off for Rex," Fives says against your ear, and Tup nods along in agreement. A few more thrusts and you're clenching around their cocks, both men grunting and moaning as you up their sensation. Rex doesn't stop playing with your clit, at first, until your thighs begin to twitch from overstimulation; only then does he pull away, taking a step back and settling his hands on his hips after placing his helmet down on a nearby bunk.

Tup lets out a whine, and you can feel his cock twitching inside you. "Good boy, Tup," you direct your praise to him, and that alone is enough to make him cum. Tup buries his head into the curve of your neck, groaning against your skin as his load joins the others inside you, most of it oozing out past his cock and dripping to the floor.

"Kriff, guess it's my turn," Fives comments with a light laugh. He buries his head into your other shoulder, kissing and nipping at your skin as he continues fucking your ass. It doesn't take long for Fives to also cum, burying his length up to the base, and groaning when you twitch from overstimulation. "So karking good," Fives mutters, and repeats his compliment as he lifts his head off your shoulder, before kissing your cheek.

Slowly and steadily, the pair lower you, avoiding the slippy patches of cum on the floor that has dripped from both your holes. You're debauched, exhausted in every aspect, and undeniably cock-dumb as Rex approaches and asks "got room for your Captain?"

"Always," you steadily sigh. Rex chuckles at your eagerness, then gestures for you to get comfortable on a bunk.

You pick Jesse's bunk, seeing as it's already a mess, plus it's in the centre of everybody's line of sight. Knowing Rex, he'll want to make a show of this, turning it into some training exercise as a way of covering up what is really going on here.

You sit back on the bed, falling back onto your elbows, and watch as Rex approaches. He unfastens his codpiece, discarding it onto a nearby bunk, and pulls his semi-hard cock out from beneath his blacks. The Captain is clean-shaven, thick and girthy, another cock to add onto your 'reasons why I can't walk this week' list.

Rex slips his gloves off before pumping himself with one hand, the other reaching down to trail over your overly sensitive cunt. Gentle fingertips slide over your wet folds, and Rex spreads you apart, revealing the sticky mess leaking from your entrance. "I see they've been keeping you full," Rex comments as his fingers trail up to glide over your clit, pressing firmly and flicking over the bud.

"Very full," you nod along. Your eyes flick to Rex's cock, which is now hard, precum leaking like crazy. Rex notices the way you're looking at his length, and he stops pumping his shaft, holding at the base instead, as if to present it.

"Is this what you want?" he teasingly questions, causing you to shudder.

"Yes, Captain," you nod, and Rex lets out a satisfied sigh.

"Place the order, Commander," Rex orders in his own way.

You lick your lips, followed by clearing your throat, and keep your eyes locked onto your Captains as you state "your orders are to fuck me, Captain."

"Yes, Ma'am."

You overhear a handful of men groan at your tone of voice, no doubt working themselves up again. "I'll show you boys how it's done," Rex says with a smug laugh as he moves both of his hands to your knees, and slowly pushes them up until they're almost pressing your shoulders, folding your body in half. He keeps one hand on your knee, the other holding the base of his cock as he begins slipping into you.

It isn't until you feel cold plastoid pressing against your body that you realize he's still in uniform.

Rex is fucking you with his armour on? Oh.

The sound that Rex lets out as he bottoms out is one that will forever play on repeat in the back of your mind. He holds himself there, scrunching his eyes shut as he regains focus, enticed by how wet and warm you feel. Once Rex has evened out, he begins thrusting into you, and oh Kriff, this man does not hold back.

With your body folded in half, Rex is able to drive his cock even deeper, his tip brushing over your g-spot with every thrust. Your legs find their way around his upper back, ankles locking over each other, and to encourage Rex, you press your heel against his back, urging him to give you all he's got. Rex's eyes meet yours, a single brow raised, and he makes a brief comment about how needy you are.

You're already a babbling mess, and Rex has only just begun! No doubt, you'll pass out the second he's finished with you, but your men are here to pick up the pieces, labelling you as a war hero for helping them during such desperate times.

"How're you doing, sweetheart?" Rex questions, affectionate eyes locking onto your half-lidded ones.

"G-good," is all you can reply, and Rex chuckles at your cock-dumb mentality.

When words fail, actions speak, and Rex dips his head down to introduce his lips to yours. Despite his heavy thrusts, the kiss is steady, adding to your overstimulation. You've always been fond of your Captain, but you could never quite put your finger on why; now you've got it - it's because he fucks so kriffing good!

As the kiss breaks, you reach around Rex's neck, hands clasping onto his back, attempting to rake your nails into his slippery armour. Rex lets out a soft laugh before kissing along your neck, leaving his mark below where your Jedi robes sit - what a smart man.

"Rex, I'm-" you blurt out.

"I know, sweetheart," Rex replies in a soothing voice, only for his tone to turn stern as he questions "you're going to cum for me, aren't you, Commander?"

Your reply can't seem to leave your lips, so you nod in response. Rex chuckles at your desperation, and to your surprise, he stops what he's doing. His thrusts come to a sharp halt, and he quickly slips his cock from you, leaving you with your mouth hanging open.

Just as you're about to question what he's doing, as are the other clones, he sits on the end of the bed beside you and slips two fingers into your cunt, instantly curling them and fucking you where he left off.

Rex clearly knows something you don't, but you allow him to take the ropes, especially as your orgasm is on the edge. There's a strange sensation in your gut, something you haven't quiet felt before, and judging from the way it's growing with Rex's movements, you assume you'll soon find out.

"Watch and learn, boys," Rex states, but keeps his eyes focused, locked onto yours.

You're putty in his grasp, mewling on the bed, not bothering to hold back on your moans. You're about to cum, any second now, but that foreign sensation takes over instead. Suddenly, everything becomes too much, especially Rex's fingers hitting that soft spot inside you over and over. You yelp as something takes over your body, an orgasm of some kind; on shaky elbows, you rush to prop yourself up, gazing down to watch in amazement as you squirt all over your Captain's arm, the liquid coating his plastoid armour.

"Good girl," Rex coos through gritted teeth, repeating the praise, but doesn't let up just yet. Kriff, you're screaming, even with your hand over your mouth. You fall back onto the bed, clawing at the sheets as this orgasm lasts longer than usual.

Even after you squirt, Rex continues fucking you with his fingers, as if to ensure that you're empty. He eventually calms down, and only then does your volume begin to drop, revealing the vast amount of praise from your troopers.

"That was beautiful, Commander!" Fives calls out.

"Kriff, she's shaking," you overhear Tup comment.

Jesse whines "my karking bed is soaked..." under his breath, which makes you smile to yourself. He was the one to suggest his bed, so he can lie in his wet grave!

A gentle stroke of your hair makes you open your eyes, only to meet Kix, who's gazing down at you. "Are you alright?" he questions.

"Uh-huh," you lazily nod, and he smiles at your exhaustion. Kix slowly props you up, letting you fall back against him. Your eyes trail to Rex, who looks almost as tired as you do. He's wiping something off his thigh, and if your calculations are correct, his thigh was out of your splash zone.

"Did you cum?" you ask Rex, who looks up at you with a tired smile. He nods in confirmation.

"Untouched," Rex states, and you take pride in making him cum in such a way.

You have a sudden burst of energy, and use it to lean forwards and thank your Captain with a kiss. Rex smiles against your lips before playfully nipping at your bottom lip, earning a sarcastic comment of "get a room!" from Jesse.

"I think we should get you into the refresher instead," Rex comments as he breaks the kiss.

"As good as that sounds, I can't walk," you sigh, and attempt to gesture to your jelly-like body, only for your arms to flap about and fall flat at your sides.

Rex laughs at your exhaustion, then informs you that he'll run you a bath instead. You look at him with a surprised expression, to which he states "I know, I wasn't expecting the GAR to treat us to baths, either."

Rex leaves you in the company of Kix, who begins checking over your body whilst asking you over and over if you're alright.

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A nice, hot bath doesn't take long for Rex to run. Hardcase, now in his blacks, with caution, picks you up and carries you to the dorms' refresher. He's extra gentle as he places your feet on the tile floor, keeping his arm around your waist to steady yourself as you slowly enter the bath.

Hardcase steals a kiss from you, muttering "thanks for tonight, Commander," against your lips before leaving you to it.

Kix enters the second Hardcase exits, bringing you a glass of water and a certain prevention pill. "Let me know if you need anything," he informs you before kissing your forehead and leaving you to relax.

Only for Fives to come barrelling in, instantly blabbering on about how good you were. "I always assumed you'd be quite the slut, but... well, I wasn't expecting that," Fives playfully jabs, and insists that "we should all do it again some time!"

Dogma peers his head around the door and barks at Fives to leave you alone, but the second he shoos Fives out, he replaces the emptiness with himself instead. "Eh, Fives is right," Dogma comments, referring to Fives statement. "But don't tell him I said that," he grumbles as he steals a kiss from you.

You stretch back in the bath, enjoying the GAR assigned bubbles, and just when you think you're alone, Tup appears. "I don't want to smother you..." he sheepishly comments, "but I wanted to thank you for tonight." You can't help but laugh at Tup's kind demeanour, and the smile remains on your lips as Tup offers you a massage.

You accept, under the cheeky condition that Tup joins you in the bath. His cheeks turn pink at your suggestion, and continue turning pink the more he undresses. Tup even attempts to cover himself up as he settles in the bath with you, making you giggle once more.

Tup has your back resting against his chest, tenderly burying his fingertips into your damp skin, softening out those tight areas. You overhear commotion outside, and both of you laugh as it unfolds.

"No fair! Tup's in there having another round with her!" Fives protests, his voice thudding through the thickness of the refresher door.

"Leave her alone, Fives. She's a free woman, she can do what she wants!" Somebody defends, and you're almost certain it's Dogma.

"They're just cuddling, leave them alone," Rex intervenes, and you know it's Rex from his firmness and slight difference in tone.

Following the Captain's orders, you and Tup are left to it, cuddling and lazily washing each other. Once the water turns cold, you both make your exit, drying yourselves off and gawking when Tup lets down his hair, only to refasten it into another, fresh manbun.

A pair of blacks has been left for you on the side, and despite them being a little big, they still fit snugly. As you exit the refresher, the first thing you notice is that Jesse's bed has been completely stripped, bedding in the wash. The dorm is clean, and your clothes and bag have been folded and placed on Jesse's empty bed.

"I guess I'm staying the night," you comment, and gesture to ask who you're bundling up with.

Before anyone can get a word in, the Captain speaks up. "I missed out on most of the night, so I'd like to catch up with you."

You're unsure if 'catch up' means have a chat, or wake up to find Rex spoon-fucking you, but either way, you're down. With a nod of confirmation, you begin settling in for the night, curling up in Rex's bunk as he continues changing from his armour into a fresh pair of blacks to sleep in.

"Wait a minute," Jesse intervenes. "Where am I sleeping?" he questions, setting his hands on his hips with frustration.

"You can go give Tup a cuddle, he loves them, apparently," Fives maliciously comments, sending playful, yet bold daggers at his vod.

"Ah, leave Tup alone," Dogma defends him.

Before Fives can take another jab, Hardcase barks up with "we can spoon!" And Jesse doesn't look too pleased at his suggestion.

"You can join us, Jesse," Rex disgruntledly states.

"You do know these beds are singles, right?" Jesse states as he gestures to the small, single beds, barely big enough for one clone, let alone two, and you.

"Yes, but from what I've seen, the Commander likes it when she has a clone pressed up on either side of her," Rex teases, side-eyeing you as he comments.

An array of laugher fills the air, and Jesse nods in agreement. You remain quiet, as there's no point denying something that is blatantly true!

The lights are soon turned out, and the boys take it in turns to say goodnight to each other. In the dark, you feel Rex join you, manhandling you into position. Your head finds Rex's chest, an arm sprawled out underneath your neck, and your arm wraps around Rex's waist. Jesse then joins, and since your back is free, he decides to spoon you, trapping you perfectly in your 501st sandwich. Before falling asleep, you make a minor comment to Rex, as if to apologize for him not being there tonight. "We'll make sure you come with us next time," you quietly comment, referring to 79's, the venue that lead you here.

Jesse chuckles before mentioning how wild the night went. "You should have seen her, Captain. She's the sluttiest woman in the galaxy, grinding on Hardcase whilst making out with me," Jesse explains, and you lightly elbow him in the ribs for leaking so much information. A few men can be heard giggling in their bunks, if only you could elbow them too.

"Oh really?" Rex responds, his pitch heightening him as he asks. "Well, I'll definitely be there next time, and I'll ensure that I make up for my lack of presence," Rex promises, and knowing Rex, this is a promise he'll keep.

"I can't wait," you reply, softly yawning against Rex's chest.

"Neither can I," Fives comments from across the dorm, earning a giggle from Hardcase.

"Alright, men. That's enough. Go to sleep," Rex orders.

"Yeah, Captain's orders," you playfully comment, earning yet another sea of giggles.

Within time, the bunch calm down, and the air is soon graced with the soothing sounds of snoring clones. It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep, as your exhausted body is begging for some rest. You doze off, sandwiched snugly between an ARC Trooper and the Captain of the 501st.

What a dream!!!!

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ryangosking · 3 years

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Perfect Gentleman

Summary: You've had feelings for Steve for a while now, but he's so polite that you've no idea how he feels about you. One night you get drunk and turn up at his apartment, throwing yourself at him. Steve reacts how you'd expect....or does he?

Warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Size kink, of course. Steve has a huge dick 😂

A/N: So I discovered this in an old notebook and decided to revive it. Set around Captain America: The Winter Soldier time, reader works for Tony Stark. Brief mentions of Tony and Natasha. No tag list, hope you enjoy!

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You tip-toe gingerly into the kitchen, squinting at the sun streaming through the blinds, your stomach churning. Steve has his back to you, rinsing his breakfast dishes at the sink. He's wearing a t-shirt and jogging pants, the hair at the nape of his neck looks damp with sweat and you guess he's already been for his run. You hadn't heard anything, passed out and dead to the world in Steve's bed.

"Morning." He says, over his shoulder.

"Morning" You answer quietly, tugging self consciously at your dress. It was new, you had bought it especially for your friend's birthday party, and had been so excited to wear it for the first time. But that was before - before you got drunk and made the ill advised decision to turn up at Steve's apartment in the middle of the night. Now you felt like burning the damn thing.

"There's juice in the fridge, cereal in the cupboard." Steve says gruffly, turning his attention back to the sink.

"Oh, thanks." You grab a glass and pour some juice. You don't have much of a hangover (by rights you should be feeling a lot worse) but still, gulp the sweet liquid like you're dying of thirst. The sugar instantly perks you up, making you brave.

"Been for a run?" You ask lightly, perching at the breakfast bar.

Steve's shoulders tense. "The gym."

"Well done." You chuckle.

"Yeah well, I had to vent my frustration somehow." He mutters.

You clear your throat, deciding to pull off the band aid. "Thank-you for last night. Letting me stay here, giving up your bed. "

"No problem." He sighs, throwing the dishcloth to one side, finally facing you.

"And um..." You feel yourself flush under his penetrating gaze. "I'm sorry about trying to...that was inappropriate. You were a perfect gentleman."

"You were drunk." he states, flatly.

"I know, I'm sorry. It just all got to me I guess, pressure at work, the argument I had with Tony, I shouldn't have.....I mean thank-you for not taking advantage of me. You were a gentleman, like I said." You realise that you're babbling now, so stop.

"I almost wasn't." He murmurs, biting his lower lip.

"What?" You ask, lost.

"A gentleman, I almost wasn't one. The way you were kissing me, pushing up on me....if you had been sober it might have gone another way." Steve says softly, blue eyes blazing into yours.

"Oh." You stare at him, stunned, your fuzzy head trying to make sense of what he was saying. "I'm sober now." You blurt, and it feels almost involuntary.

Steve's jaw tenses. "What are you saying?"

"I'm not drunk anymore." You say slowly, slipping from your stool and taking a step towards him. Your tummy is fizzing and it's not just the booze from the night before.

"You mean that you still want..." He swallows. "THIS to happen?"

With a trembling hand you reach up and touch his face. "You must know how I feel about you Steve? I was drunk last night but I meant everything I said."

In a quick move he grabs the back of your neck and kisses you, hard. You gasp with surprise, before holding his arm to steady yourself and kissing him back, pressing yourself into his huge frame.

He groans softly into your mouth as the kiss deepens and he backs you against the counter. One hand in your hair, the other on the curve of your waist.

Steve breaks away, his breathing heavy. "What do you want?" He asks, eyes searching yours.

"I thought that was obvious." You chuckle, running your hands over his back.

"I mean, how far do you want this to go?"

"As far as the bedroom?" You say, tentatively.

"Yeah." he murmurs, kissing you again, rougher and hotter.

You stretch up to run your fingers through his hair and can't help but giggle.

"What?" Steve mumbles.

"You're too tall, Rogers."

He laughs and picks you up, placing you on the counter. "How about now?" He asks, wedging himself in between your knees.

"Perfect." You breath, sliding your mouth over his.

You stay like that for a while, kisses growing harder, more urgent, until your legs are up around his waist and you feel his heavy cock twitch against your thigh.

You pull away slightly, to take a breath.

"You're a great kisser."

He chuckles, leaning his forehead on yours. "Don't sound so surprised."

"I'm not, it's just...it's hot." You swallow, feeling the familiar needy ache in your cunt.

"Tell me about it." He sighs. "I'm about to bust out of these pants."

"Really?" You smirk, reaching between your bodies to touch him, placing your hand on his stiff cock. Gosh, even bigger than you thought.

"Fuck." Steve curses, burying his face in the soft warmth of your neck. "I need you."

"Where do you want me, Captain?" You tease, attempting to hide your nervousness.

"My bed." he says gruffly. "I want you in my bed."

X - X - X

In the bedroom he undresses you, his large strong hands making quick work of your dress, and presses hot kisses onto your skin. It feels dreamy and unreal, like you're still tipsy, but you've never been more awake and sober in your life. You can't help wondering what Natasha will make of all this, her knowing smirk when you tell her.

Your pussy throbs at the sight of him naked, with lust and apprehension. His cock is beautiful, like the rest of him, and huge - stiff against his abdomen and leaking at the tip. You're hardly a blushing virgin but you've also never been with anybody so ... substantial.

Steve sits next to you on the bed and as if reading your mind murmurs, "I'm going to have to play with you a little first, honey." His hand moving in-between your soft thighs. "I don't want to hurt you."

You gasp as his thick fingers explore your damp folds, easily finding your aching clit with his thumb. He gently lays you back on the bed and kisses your neck as your body relaxes and opens up for him, your slippery cunt grasping as he finger-fucks you.

"Is this ok?" he asks, moving his mouth to your breast.

You whimper and arch your back in reply, the heat building at your core as he curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot buried deep inside you. His tongue on your nipple knocks you over the edge, and you moan his name as your orgasm washes over you, squeezing his hand between your thighs.

You watch, dazed, as Steve kneels and reaches in his bedside cabinet for a condom, rolling it over his rigid member. Even now, sated and soaking, you gulp at the thought of having him inside you. Still, you want more.

"You ready for me?" He asks lowly.

You nod, and he kisses you softly, running his tongue over your bottom lip.

"Good girl. Here, it might be easier like this."

Steve leans back and pulls you on top of him, his hands firm on your waist. You grip his shoulders for balance and kiss him again, there's so much that you want to say - how you've been in love with him for months, how you never dreamed he felt the same, how none of this feels real.

"Are you ok?" He asks, anxiously, brows knitted together.

"Yes, Captain." You murmur, gripping his cock at the base and slowly lowering yourself onto him.

He inhales sharply as he penetrates your warm wetness, inch by inch.

"You feel incredible." He groans, dropping his head onto your shoulder.

You move your hips experimentally and oh, the delicious burn of him moving inside you, your thighs trembling with the effort of holding you up. He grabs your hair and kisses you lustily as he thrusts up into you and you're so full of him you see stars.

He tries his best to be gentle, he really does. It doesn't exactly hurt, well not in any way you've experienced before. You mewl as he pummels you, his cock stretching and filling your needy pussy over and over, by contrast holding you in his hands so gently as if he's scared you'll break.

"You're so good honey," He growls, stroking your face. "So good for me."

Your second orgasm comes easily, the strength of the contractions making you moan and shake, clinging to Steve as if you're drowning. He comes straight after, pulsating deep inside you, as he groans and curses hotly in your ear.

"Are you ok?" He asks again, when you finally move off him.

"I'm more than ok." You sigh, exhausted, lying next to him.

He pulls you to him, spooning you, his face nestled into your shoulder. "I'm still a gentleman you know." He murmurs.

"I know." You chuckle, drowsily. "The perfect gentleman."

#chris evans #steve rogers #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers smut

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messyworldfanfictions · 4 years

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Summary : Imagine David Tennant is your English teacher and you're a very naughty student. You keep talking in class despite his warnings and Mr. Tennant decides to give you a detention to teach you a little lesson.

Pairing: David Tennant x reader , David Tennant x you, Teacher x student

Warnings: Dom/sub, teacher student relationship, oral sex, deep throat, punishment, virgin reader

A Notes: Hi everyone, this is for my David thirst, hope you’ll like it :) !

This is not the real David, it’s only fiction, fantasy. Constructive criticism are welcome, English is not my first language so I apologize for possible mistakes. If you see errors, please tell me! :) Have fun !

Tag list is open, check my bio :)

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You and your friend have been talking for a while and you didn't even realize that Mr. Tennant had stopped his lesson to stare at you with an irritated expression.

"Miss Y/N, for the tenth time, could you please close your mouth or I'll become very unkind. " he sighed exasperated.

He was bent over his desk, his fists clenched on it. A few brown strands falling on his forehead. His eyes fixed on you, his eyebrows pressing down on his eyelids and his pupils were darkened with anger. You enjoyed making him angry, he was so sexy when he was mad ..

You gave him a mocking grin, and you sat down properly at your table so you were no longer turned towards your friend. You defied him with your cocky smile. There was complete silence in the classroom, there was only a battle of eyes between the two of you.

After a few minutes, he turned to the blackboard and continued talking about his grammar that you didn't give a shit about... You stared at his buttocks wiggling in his tight jeans every time his chalk crashed on the blackboard.

You took the time to observe his body, his shoulder blades lightly drawn under his white shirt made you want to run your fingers over it. He's tall, much taller than you... You've always been intimidated by his height, when he approached you, towering over you from his full height and threatening to punish you if you didn't do the exercises he asked for, it made you feel so wet between your thighs... You didn't know if you found him really attractive or if it was your hormones that were getting really capricious... You were still a virgin and maybe your body just needed relief …

A paper ball hit your shoulder and pulled you out of your thoughts. You frowned and searched where the paper could come from.

Your friend was trying to tell you something but you didn't understand what she was saying... You start making gestures to show her that you couldn't hear what she was saying.

*BANG*

"MISS Y/N" You jumped up and turned to the scream, your face terrified by the roughness of that tone. Mr. Tennant looked at you red with wrath. His breathing was fast as he tried to control his temper.

"Miss Y/N, since you can't hold your tongue, I'm going to have to teach you silence. "The school bell rang in the hallway. The students began to get up and pack up their things. " Detention this evening with me, come to this class at 6 PM, don't be late. " he said in a warning tone. You didn't have time to respond that he was already gone.

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6 PM

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You walked down the hallway until you got to the classroom Mr. Tennant asked you to come to. He was sitting at his desk correcting tests. You entered and closed the door behind you. You stood still at the door, watching him covering a poor student's test with red ink. Did he know you were here? You cleared your throat to inform him of your presence and he suddenly looked up.

“Sorry to interrupt, sir, but I'm here for my detention. What do you want me to do ?” You asked, quietly, not wishing to disturb his concentration.

He looked at you for a moment, detailing you from head to toe. The silence and his gaze made you uncomfortable. Now you felt naked. You didn't know what to do except stare at the floor, intimidated by his expression.

« I know very well why you're here miss, you needn't remind me. » He said smirking. It wasn't his habit to smile, or at least he never smiled at you... But it wasn't a kind smile, rather a wicked smile. It sent chills down your spine.

"Come over here, grab a chair and sit down in front of me. »

You took a chair near you and walked over to his desk slowly. You sat down, only the desk separated your bodies. He started correcting his papers again, no longer paying attention to you. You felt like you didn't exist, he wasn't even looking at you. Your fingers started tapping the table with impatience and annoyance. You sighed noisily as you laid your face in the palm of your hand. He looked up at you, his pencil stopped scratching the sheet. He wasn't smiling, his eyes were throwing warnings. Seeing that your behaviour irritated him, you decided to stop, fearing that he would extend the detention ...

You hadn't done anything for 30 minutes, you were starting to get really bored... You couldn't wait another hour and a half like that.

"Mr. Tennant, I'm tired of this! You gave me detention for doing nothing? That's really ridiculous! » you snapped.

He slowly dropped his pencil and looked at you, his face was emotionless.

Your heart began wildly beating in your chest as he got up and stepped next to you. He crouched down to be on your level, the smell of his perfume gave you a rush of sensation.. You knew he was too close, your mind filled with indecent thoughts…

You avoided his gaze, too intimidated by his presence, so he grabbed your chin and turned your face towards his. He didn't hurt you, but his grip was firm.

"Listen to me carefully Miss Y/N, if I gave you a detention, it is to teach you to keep your tongue in your mouth." he paused and you felt his other hand slipped on your thigh, surprise you tried to move your leg but his grip tightened, preventing you from moving.

"But if you are really bored..." his grip on your chin disappeared and you felt his index finger caressing your lower lip and pressing gently against it to open your mouth. "I can teach you to be quiet in a different way..."

You opened your mouth, welcoming him into your warm skin. Your mouth closed around his index finger and you began to suck as he started to move is finger in and out.

As you felt your panties getting wet with the pleasure of this activity, your conscience screamed. It wasn't right, it wasn't right to do that... The school rules forbade it, he could get suspended, and so could you. You tried to push away all your naughty thoughts and jumped out of your chair, making it fall down. You were a few feet away from him now.

You were looking at him, your eyes wide open and your breath filled with the arousal that ran through your body. He stood up, a grin on his lips.

"Something wrong, miss? You look like you've seen a ghost." he mocked.

" S-sir, we can't... It's inappropriate, you could be fired..." I stuttered.

He slowly approached you and you moved backwards until your back hit the wall behind you.

"Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh" he shushed you by putting his index finger to your lips, his other hand resting against the wall next to your face, you felt like you were trapped and it was so exciting... You had fantasized about this moment a million times... You dreamed about it so much that you wondered if it was real...

"I won't get fired if you keep it a secret."He whispered huskily. You felt something pressing against your belly, you lowered your eyes and you saw that bulge... You panicked when you saw he was aroused, you weren't ready... His finger left your lips and went down to your chest, but before he touched your breast, you grabbed his hand.

"W-Wait, please... I-... I've never..." You stuttered, your eyes locked on the floor, it was so humiliating... But you had to tell him.

He looked at you with an interrogative expression, and then he chuckled.

" So Miss Impertinent is a virgin, interesting..." he started to go down to your chest again and grabbed your left breast. You let out a moan. Begging him with your eyes.

He leaned towards your ear and whispered « Not so brave now, are we ? Hm ? » As he finished his sentence, his voice grew an octave higher.

"Don't worry Y/N, I won't fuck you if you are not ready."

He leaned towards your neck and gave you wet kisses on your soft skin “But you want to learn to shut your pretty mouth, don’t you?”

« Y-yes sir… » you whispered. You felt him smirk against your skin. A sweet warmth ran through your body, you stared at him with rosy cheeks.

You felt his hands pushing your shoulders down, "Get on your knees for me sweet thing." he ordered.

Your breathing hitched when he unzipped his pants, freeing his cock a few inches from your face. You glanced at him, embarrassed, you didn't know what you had to do to pleasure him... He smirked.

"Open your mouth wide, I'm going to teach you how to suck a cock properly." He caressed your hair « Hands behind your back. » You did what he asked.

You approached your mouth towards his cock and you started with some kitten licks on the tip. He groaned and pushed your head a little and you let him enter your mouth.

You began sucking, hollowing your cheeks and your teacher started thrusting deeper in your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat, you tried to relax you wanted to take him as much as you could. He grabbed your head, fingers lacing in your hair, and began fucking your face slowly.

« Yes that’s right, good girl, take me all in. » M. Tennant threw his head back as you took him in your throat. Your nose hitting his pubic bone.

Thick clots of salvia rolled down the base of your chin. He pulled out.

« Oh you’ve made a mess… » he laughed before thrusting in your mouth again.

You moaned as you felt him moving faster and harder until he came in a loud groan. Instinctively, you swallowed every drop before pulling out.

« Good girl. » he whispered before taking his jeans on and helping you to get back on your feet.

You clean up your clothes before you get your things. Your knees were weak, you were frustrated because you wanted more... You came to the door, ready to go.

"Have you learned your lesson, miss?" He asked.

You turned, your eyes filled with lust...

"Yes sir... "You whispered huskily.

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Gif is not mine

#David Tennant #David Tennant x reader #David Tennant teacher #David Tennant fanfiction #David Tennant smut

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lovebykai · 3 years

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hello kai! would it be alright if you tagged your nsfw with the #tokyo revengers smut tag? thank you!

Short Answer: No.

Thank you for being so polite though! 💕

Long Answer:

I used to do this! I had a pretty big BNHA blog once upon a time that got wiped because I used tags like this.

Putting 'nsfw' or 'smut' in the tags of a post is playing with fire. That's why I made my own tag for it, which is #thesmoot. (That I encourage you to filter!! I tag all NSFW content I share or post with it! 😊)

But I also tend to keep my NSFW content under a read more, so you shouldn't see much of anything inappropriate from me at all! I'm thinking you probably stumbled across my Izana thirst posts, right? Sorry about that! I can't do much about them now that they're out there since reblogs don't update, but I'll edit the originals to have a read more!

#tokyo revengers #tokyorev #tokrev #🗣 . chitchat #hope this helps!

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mimiplaysgames · 4 years

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A Powerful Enough Dream (Ch. 9)

Pairing: Terra/Aqua (eventually) Rating: T Word Count: 4,554

Summary: It is time to rescue Ven. Aqua steps into Castle Oblivion, not knowing what’s waiting inside.

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A/N: I wasn’t planning on publishing this one too soon - it just happened lolol. I do want to say that I’m sorry this chapter is so canon-divergent. I planned it before KH3 came out and I don’t have the time to rewrite everything. I hope you enjoy it anyway!

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Oblivion, pt. 1

Stars shoot past Aqua in a melted blur. The faster she goes, the less she notices. Keyblade wielders should be humble. They should take their time to acknowledge and admire life, promised as students that their Light sturdies under such discipline. But screw it - she’s too excited to bother with the view.

All she has to do is listen. Once her heart connects to that place, her glider leads the rest of the way.

Sora and the others lag behind. Their gummi ship is impressive but it’s basically a tourist’s vessel, locked to the celestial highways that have to be traveled in full, unable to perform any of the warps her glider is capable of. At some point, she disappears from their radar, and she hovers in the middle of space to wait for them.

It shouldn’t take this long to get to Ven. They hold her back.

Aqua breathes heavily into her helmet, watching for signs of Sora’s bright red beast of a ship. The confines of her armor, absurdly enough, take some getting used to. She made it with her own hands, once a proud moment from her road to mastery. Yet it feels like she’s outgrown it. It’s heavy and tight, constricting the rise of her arms and the strides of her legs. It could be that she has gotten used to living without it. It could be that it doesn’t recognize her anymore.

That’s a terrifying thought. Aqua shakes it out of her head. It’s just because it’s been a long time since she’s worn it. That’s all.

Lightning snaps and cracks, and Sora’s gummi ship breaks through a barrier that tears a hole through space. Behind it is a mess of passageways marked by colored stars and dust. By normal standards, a passageway to the Land of Departure means he’d need to discover and unlock his way, but instead Sora has to blast through to catch up to her. There has to be some kind of transgression for it, but they’ve wasted enough time to think about collateral damage right now.

Her engine revs up and she soars, Sora trailing closely. She can’t feel the air through her armor as it darkens, but pressure mounts on her shoulders. Negative space squeezes her waist, her arms, her chest, threatening to collapse. It’s thickening. She’s getting close.

By the time she lands, there aren’t any more stars left to see.

Shedding her armor, Aqua breathes in humid air. Storm clouds smother the sky, but it doesn’t rain. Did it ever in the years she’s been gone? The dirt doesn’t thirst for anything, and the cliffs buckle with every step.

The castle (not home, something else) is ugly. Painted the color of stale excrement, it contorts in ways that can’t have been built by human hands. Towers stick out sideways and upside down, criss-crossed and layered where no staircases could practically fit inside. The castle suspends itself in the air by nothing except someone’s imagination.

There’s supposed to be grass underneath her shoes - or maybe stone tile leading to the terrace. Either of the two. Looking over the cliffside, she’s supposed to see rivers miles below, too far to hear their work. Now it’s just blackness. Morbid curiosity questions how long it would take for her to find new ground if she jumps off.

A couple of yards away was where Ven caught a grasshopper and claimed it as his own pet. He never expected he’d crush it by accident. He never expected he’d bury it in that same spot.

If Aqua remembers correctly, there’s supposed to be a tiny dirt path, right here, that would’ve led her to a clearing in the forest, down a lower altitude by several notches, where she and Terra kept a chest of old toys they couldn’t let go of, and letters they wanted to keep but forgot about. Where they kissed for the first time because she was curious, and Terra shrugged it off like it wasn’t a big deal, and she did the same.

Where there should be that forest is nothing but air now.

But home is home, always a fortress, always there to shelter, just like it does for Ven if only by a new expression.

The thunder of Sora’s engines roar before they quiet, exhaling one last time when he lands. He brings everyone with him - Lea is the first to come out, mouth wide open in a stupefied gasp, his glare demanding an explanation.

“Castle Oblivion?” He gesticulates, letting his hands slap his hips. “Sure, it’s not the easiest place to get to. But you could have done us all the humanly decent thing, and said so.”

“Castle Oblivion?” Aqua repeats. The words sound foul.

“You mean your lot didn’t name it?” He crosses his arms as he steps by her side. He’s too smug, like he finds that fact giddy.

“No, of course not, this…” This is the first time it’s ever happened in our history.

“If it wasn’t you, then it had to have come from our favorite, friendly Nobody.” Still smug. Stars, she’d punch him. “Xemnas.”

Despite the warning in her eyes at the mention of that name, Lea sneers. “It’s quite the comfortable home, if you’re interested in psychopathy.”

“You’ve been inside?” she hushes, tying up an apology behind her lips. What if he doesn’t know?

“Don’t worry.” He waves a hand at her. “I was a Nobody at the time. Not like I was that attached.”

So he knows. “You’re lucky you ever got out,” Aqua mutters.

“That attached to what?” Sora skips over, an innocent smile plastered so hard on his face that the horrible truth still wouldn’t peel it off of him.

“Memories,” Riku answers.

If Riku knows, then surely he’s lost some. Aqua nearly blurts out her concern for him, but he flashes her a gentle smirk and rolls a shoulder like it barely matters.

“Is that supposed to mean something?” Sora asks as Kairi tags along, who is unzipping and zipping Donald’s cap.

“The Organization used it to research memories,” Lea says. “We even went so far as to manipulate them - you know, plant a little bit of this, tweak a little bit of that.”

“And this is important, why?”

“The castle has a defense mechanism,” Aqua says, glancing at Riku, “to protect the delicate balance of this world so we could give all Keyblade trainees a safe refuge. The rooms aren’t truly real anymore. Threats who wander in are… forced to relive certain events in their life.”

But Riku doesn’t have much of a reaction.

“Anyway,” she continues, “the memories replayed aren’t always exact. They reflect the heart of the person the castle is reading. So yes, it would be the perfect place to experiment with them.”

“I’ve been in this star-forsaken place more than I wished for,” Lea says, giving the castle a lookover. “My most important mission was to find one particular room. I never did.”

Hearing that was comforting. “Because the rooms inside move around,” Aqua says. “The point is to make the intruder confused. Make them obsessed with remembering correctly that they continue to wander. Until they forget why they’re there.”

Sora gapes, his eyes bulging. “You were the one who designed it like that? You’re savage.”

“Gawrsh,” Goofy says, holding a chin to his hand. His vowels ripple. “Ya think it’d be a nifty place to keep Xehanort locked up in.”

Donald frowns and fists his hips. “And you left Ventus in there?”

“Yes, and I’m the only one who can get him out,” she says sternly, choosing not to elaborate on the how. She sucks in a breath. “The castle won’t exactly recognize me, either. But I have the key.”

“How do we stop ourselves from losing memories?” Kairi asks. For a first mission, this one is entirely inappropriate.

“We don’t. I’m going in alone.” Aqua has long accepted the responsibility, thinking about this moment since the day she closed those doors. She chooses to ignore the disappointed look on Kairi’s face - once full of curiosity and hope at finally being allowed to show her worth.

“But you shouldn’t have to do this alone,” Sora says, stepping forward.

Aqua purses her lips. She’s done good not telling him everything.

“I do.”

“What is it with you and Terra and your obsessions with marching a one-man parade?” Sora grins, rubbing his nose. Riku snorts. “You’re going to have to learn to take ‘Nah’ for an answer. I think Ventus would agree with me.”

“Ditto,” Lea says.

“It was your bright idea to leave him and now we have to fix it,” Donald grumbles.

You were the ones who followed me. Aqua bites her lip.

It’s Aqua against six others who disagree with her, who came all the way here like she’s the one needing a chaperone. Ven would have wanted to come too, given the chance. He’s just better at submitting to her demands, even if he hated them, even if he didn’t want to understand they were for his safety.

“But your memories-”

“It really isn’t fair that Sora forgets what it’s like to be in there anyway,” Riku says, arms crossed and flexed.

Sora furrows his brows. “What would we forget?”

“Whatever you’re giving the castle,” Aqua says, starting quiet then raising her voice. “It will snatch something you’re passionate about… Your best defense is to simply look away. Believe in your own integrity, instead of what you see.”

“That…” Kairi picks at her cuticles. “Doesn’t sound too bad.”

That’s only because they’ve never spent years weighing the consequences.

“Consider this: how long would it take you to get to Ventus?” Lea asks.

“Not long at all. I can summon him to the first room,” Aqua says.

“Then we skidaddle in and run the stars out.” He mimics walking movement with his fingers. “You’re too paranoid. We didn’t travel all this way to admire the decorator’s taste. Award-winning, I tell you.”

Aqua takes a moment to study each of them, hoping her eyes spoke of horrors she can’t find the words for. But they smile back with encouragement. She considers tying them up with her chains to see if they enjoy feeling trapped under pressure.

She sighs. “The less amount of time we take, the better.”

The front door protests when she opens it, heavy and dragging across the pale floor. The inside is sterile, so white that the reflected light blinds. Every surface she can see is scrubbed clean of any and all personality. Like a hospital. Like a morgue.

At first glance, it’s just a simple room. A door innocently waits on the other side, the same monocolor as everything else. Their footsteps clank hard on the tile floor.

“Can’t believe I get to see the magic this time,” Lea says, the volume of his voice normal, but too strong for this room.

“You bums are pretty late for the show,” a gravelly voice replies. Aqua catches him leaning casually at the corner of the room, his black helmet a stark stain against the wall. She swears he wasn’t there before. She swears she got rid of him. She wonders if it’s still Ven’s face underneath.

“You again,” Sora barks.

“Took you long enough to get here,” Vanitas says, straightening up. “A really long time. Venty-Wenty needs his mommy to wake him up, but it’s like…” He snorts. “It’s like you forgot you had a kid waiting for you. Some mother you make.”

Donald slaps his webbed foot on the floor, his voice grating. “We’re too busy to deal with you. Now scram!”

“I have more right to be here than you,” he says, a sudden leap downhill trickling through his voice. His posture, however short he is, stays tall and proud. “I got here first. I outperformed the parent.” He jabs a finger in the air. “Don’t believe my sincerity, but I’ve got all the family business to pick with my own brother. It’s inhumane to keep us apart.” Vanitas summons his Keyblade, electrical sparks warping the air before its monstrosity takes form. “It’s been almost thirteen years, Aqua. What do you say? We can make this reunion worth the wait.”

Aqua scoffs through her nose. So he wants to think he’s still that much of a threat, after everything she’s seen. She keeps her nose high. “I don’t think about the gnat I’m stepping on.”

He pauses before he laughs. “You almost bruised me there, Master Aqua. What kind of selfish person would say something like that.” Darkness sputters from his body, ribbons crawling out of the leathery web of his skin. Monsters, Unversed. Red-eyed and twitchy, with more spunk and intelligent thought than the feral mind-numbing of a Heartless. “It suits you.”

This time, Aqua doesn’t hesitate. Her Master’s Defender takes form, and she charges. The sound of Keyblade summons bounce off the walls like bells as the mob of Unversed swarms. She takes out a swath of them in one icy hit, a sudden euphoria taking over her body - it’s good exercise to have. Beating him up should release some of the tension in her shoulders.

Still, she has to be careful about one thing: she can’t let Vanitas follow her.

“Get rid of them!” she yells.

By superficial glance, Vanitas is outnumbered, but the Unversed keep coming. Wave after wave of aggressive emotion. As though humans will never go numb.

Sora takes the enthusiastic lead. Lea stays behind and relies on his pot-shots. Riku hovers near Kairi, who does her best juggling creatures she’s never fought before. Donald sounds like he’s cursing when he really isn’t as he casts thunderous spells, and Goofy builds a strong defense on the front line, right by Sora’s side.

Aqua focuses on Vanitas, who has his arms wide open like a goal post.

But Sora juts in, and Aqua staggers to avoid hitting him.

“He’s nothing but a creep. Leave him,” he says, blocking one of Vanitas’ explosive attacks on her behalf.

“I have to end this,” she spits.

“Then stop talking and end it,” Vanitas growls, his Keyblade brimming with heat as he slams it against Sora’s.

“What about the time we’re spending in the castle? It’s ticking,” Sora asks her, his brows furrowed upside down.

“You’re boring me,” Vanitas says. He ghosts through the space between them, throwing an electrified force like he’s batting a swing. Aqua dodges, using the Defender as a lightning rod, and redirects the intensity until it crumbles into a wall away from everyone else.

“We’re not alone!” Lea calls out, the smoke of his fire spells clouding the room.

Something slithers, weaving through the air with a high-pitched wiggle. The thing is white, bending like it can compute Aqua’s strike before she has the chance to think of it. Its skin is thick yet fluid, reverberating her magic like it’s jelly. All of its movements are calculated - the way it walks is unnatural, as if someone is inputting commands into its mind.

“Nobodies!”

“Finally, some proper entertainment.” Vanitas catches Kairi off-guard, throwing her backward. “You got children in your team. Proud of yourself?”

If Aqua goes ahead and hurries to Ven, none of them would have to sacrifice their memories.

If she leaves them alone, would she betray their need for help?

“Just go,” Sora says. “It’s not a big deal. Look at him.” He waves to Vanitas, who is messing with Lea now. “He’s like an angry chicken.”

That’s the last word she’d use to describe Vanitas, but they’ve wasted so much time already.

“You promise?”

“Promise to trust my word?”

Aqua sighs and grips his shoulder, her fingers digging into his sleeve. His eyes go wide, getting the message. “Don’t underestimate him. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

The door handle churns when she grabs it. Pops, whirs, and shouts rally behind her in a thunderous roar, and she stops herself from turning the knob.

“I didn’t say you could see him!” Vanitas yells, coming toward her like she’s the only one whose existence has any value. Riku blocks his way, scruffed up from vanquishing enemies in one intricate attack a moment before.

The lock turns. She wants to see Ven but she doesn’t, not with enemies so close.

Vanitas dodges strings of attacks from all sides, from her friends, from Goofy throwing his body across the room, from Donald screaming incoherent gibberish. “Not without me!”

It almost sounds… painful. If he’s this bothered, then she can only imagine how much hatred and disgust fuel his words.

Poor Ven for having to deal with him.

She shuts the door behind her, suffocating the noise, cutting off Vanitas’ verbal assault, like an eraser swallowing an exclamation mark.

Aqua stands at the entrance hall of what used to be the old castle, gold pillars holding up ivory walls, coated in stained glass light. Down the hall are staircases leading up to the throne room where she had her Mark of Mastery, right where they’re supposed to be.

She should’ve been more careful than let the castle into her mind. Damn it.

“Nothing is real,” she declares. Someone could be upstairs. The Master. With his bushy mustache and ridiculous hairstyle that she’s offered to cut for years. What would he say to her?

Maybe she could apologize. She really wants to.

No. The castle will conjure him only because she’s thinking of him. “I won’t look. I won’t.”

Some part of her jumped at the thought that it could be Terra… She could hear Terra’s voice. It’d be exact, his smile something she’s needed. It could be wonderful. It could be sad.

“I won’t look,” she whispers, taking a peek up at the balcony over the foyer to see if she could at least spot a head of hair. She sees the stained glass mural in the same beautiful shapes she’s mimicked with crayons, hovering right above the thrones. The colors do their best work in the late morning, just like how they glistened prims on Terra’s shoulders when she dueled him.

Aqua inhales sharply. She runs past the stairs and down another hallway to the left, to a door that normally would lead to the kitchen.

Is she remembering that right? The kitchen?

“It doesn’t matter.” It does. But Ven. She grips a new door handle, so much like the ones back home (the same golden color).

She hisses. “Ven,” she calls, willing the word onto the door.

Aqua enters another empty white room with yet another door at the opposite side, like she smothered white paint all over a filled canvas. Who knows how far she’s moved away from the others by now, or how many rooms have sifted in between.

But the whiteness is exactly what she wants - to get to Ven, she’ll need some peace and quiet, and a bit of time to grieve.

Something is wrong, though. Aqua doesn’t take another step. The rooms should read her, not watch her.

“Who’s there?”

Footsteps lightly tread, weighty but feathery. A man in a black robe gracefully makes his appearance from behind a stone pillar, his face a secret under the hood. A giant of a man, barrel-chest with a thick waist, at least two heads taller than her.

“I had missed the chance to see you before,” he says, his voice deep and smooth, but forceful like the bottom of an ocean. Aqua’s heart hammers at the familiarity. “Now I’ve been granted a tabula rasa...”

Aqua scoffs, Defender at the ready.

“My friend,” Xemnas says.

“You’re not my friend.”

“Even I am not that cruel to be so cold. How can you say that to someone who has longed to see you?”

“Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?”

Xehanort’s Nobody hums, halfway between a chuckle and solemn breath. “I don’t need the pity.”

“Then I have nothing else for you.”

Aqua is the first to move, casting a barrier around herself for protection, expecting him to conjure up spells of his own. Instead, out of his palms burst two red sabers that throb when she gets close.

He strikes her with both, clutching Defender’s jab and throwing her off balance. He’s too fast for his size - he has to be utilizing the darkness to bend the laws of physics. Showing off his acrobatics and reappearing in places she doesn’t expect, he toys with the space between them, coming close to taunt her into hitting him. Then he goes away in a flash. Aqua scrambles to keep up.

“Enough of this,” she mutters.

Summoning her Master’s chains takes more from her than any other spell, but they’re her rock and wind - as though Eraqus is with her every step of the way, approving her decisions. They are Light incarnate into metal, threads that peel chunks away from her heart to take form. To justify conjuring them, she needs to land a certain blow.

This is Xehanort’s Nobody, after all. Watching him wince will be a welcome sight.

They wrap around his body, locking his sabers against his thighs. He shudders from the pain, his knees losing their strength. Yes, that’s exactly what she wants.

Like finding new resolve, Xemnas stands straight on trembling feet just as she was sure he’d collapse. She must be exhausted from conjuring them, she has to be. They shouldn’t be this weak. Dark energy crackles and whips against the links. His arms manage to flex outward, pushing against the hold.

Maybe that’s the point. To survive this, he can’t be anything close to human. He’s technically Nothing.

Or maybe it isn’t. Maybe she isn’t sure she wants this.

“An old trick,” Xemnas says, loosening one arm.

This is her only chance. Aqua pinches the gap between them in an instant, her Master’s Defender high in the air to knock him out.

Xemnas grabs her by the wrist, the Defender suspended in air. His hand is so large that his fingers lock together, twisting and squeezing her that she’s worried he’ll break it.

Aqua tries to jerk free but the pain cuts into her circulation.

He watches her squirm. “Like a trapped mouse with not the mind to know there’s nowhere to go. No need to skirmish so much.”

“Let go of me.”

“Why do you hate me so?” He squeezes harder and lifts her, her feet dangling off the floor. She yelps. “You fight me though you know me as faceless. Such harsh disregard for my existence.”

“Spare me,” she breathes, her wrist throbbing, “your stupid pleas.”

“But I do plea.” Xemnas gently lifts the hood off his head. It’s not the shoulder-length silver hair that surprises her, but his face. Yellow eyes, but the same face.

She gasps. “Terra.”

Wrong. Everything about him is wrong - the smile, the malicious glint in his eye, the tightened half-smirk. A callous Terra looking down on her like the gnat under a shoe, needing to be scraped off.

“You’re hurting me,” she whimpers to (Terra’s face), hoping to catch the tiniest reaction in his eyes that he’d feel bad for doing so - just like Terra would. But he doesn’t.

This is supposed to be Xehanort’s body without a heart. But she’s been misleading herself, hasn’t she?

(Terra’s body) wanting to be her friend, wanting to stay close, wanting to reconnect. And she wanted the same. Aqua swallows bile.

This bastard stole from her.

She throws a kick into his face with enough force that he lets her go. Xemnas stumbles backward, holding his chin where her shoe made contact. He winces. Good.

“You’re nothing like him!” Aqua says, flexing her sore, thick grip on the Defender. It twitches and singes.

Xemnas stays where he is, carefully massaging his chin like she isn’t in the room anymore. If he heard her, he doesn’t give notice, staring blankly at the floor. She wonders - for the slightest moment - if what she said actually stung him.

“You can try,” he says.

“Excuse me?”

“Try it.” He conjures his blades. “Obliterate me. Let’s see if you make peace with doing so after seeing my face.”

Shut up. Aqua lunges at him, ignoring the ache on her wrist. But instead of using his blades against her, a wall of light erects from the floor. She collides into it. It electrocutes her, throwing her back.

An offensive barrier? Terra’s used this. Protecting her in the Realm of Darkness right after finding her. This really is Terra’s body.

A cry echoes against the tile. It came out of her own mouth. She can’t lose it here.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re his body,” she whispers to herself, standing up. She stumbles as Xemnas casually approaches, his footsteps as soft as the adrenaline dissipating from her body. Numbness is quickly replaced by the stinging in her wrist. It’s harder to take calming breaths.

It matters. It matters too much.

Aqua huffs, telling herself to stop thinking about who’s in the room and start thinking about the people depending on her. “You’re wasting my time,” she declares.

She turns on her heel and heads for the door.

A blast explodes near the exit. Over her shoulder, Aqua sees Xemnas holding out his palm, smoke fizzing out of the leather of his glove.

“After all this time?” he asks.

Aqua gives herself a conscious reminder that Nobodies can’t truly feel. Lea is sure to disagree, but there’s little in Xemnas’ voice to tell her there’s anything left of Terra in that mind.

She yells. Such a primitive thing to do, but it tricks her body for a few precious moments into feeling she has the strength to pull off something big and reckless. Chains of light emanate from her body.

The chains pummel in different directions, and Xemnas erects several barriers to counter each one. Neither of them actually target him. It’s not that she’s getting worse at her aim. Or getting brittle. She knows this. It’s everything to do with (him), and she’s ashamed of it.

At least they’re distracting him.

Aqua yanks the door handle with her good hand, a pressure bursting from the other side and swallowing her as she closes it behind her.

Warmth beats on her shoulders. Tall stone towers conquer the space around her, blocking off the horizon. Aqua only sees gently setting sunlight. She’s somewhere on a terrace of a castle, tucked away from the main streets.

Her heart drops when she realizes it’s Radiant Garden.

“No, no, no, no,” she murmurs, palming the brick walls behind her for a door. For the feeling of a doorknob. She can’t have this now. She can’t stand to witness one of her worst memories.

A few feet ahead. There, a gray door that would take her out to an alley - out of this room. It’s just a room.

But the castle knows.

It only takes a second. A tall figure catches her peripheral attention.

Terra, with a scowl on his face. He’s impeccable: thick, effortlessly tousled hair just right, the pensive deepness of his eyes far away and hurt, unsure of her presence there. Something about him is tense, like he’s about to turn over his shoulder and walk away from her all over again.

Aqua has only one wish to ask what she used to call home. Smile. Please, smile.

#terraqua #aqua #vanitas #xemnas #kingdom hearts fanfiction #kh fanfic #i dunno what happened #i format it and then tumblr deletes everything but the title #i apologize #i had to redo it #my fic

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boseongkrp · 3 years

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( OC, jung chaeyeon, she/her ) — introducing CHOI JIHYUN, the 23 year old SECRETARY at town hall, known around boseong as THE BON VIVANT. the residents would describe her as uncontrollable laughter, black leather jacket swung lazily over shoulder, driving around to stop the thoughts, english breakfast tea and thirst for power.

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PLEASE TELL US MORE ABOUT YOURSELF.

Jihyun tucked a lock of hair behind her ear while wearing a sheepish smile. She greeted with a bow, being courteous as how her family taught her. “Hello, I’m Choi Jihyun. It’s nice meeting you.” She took a seat upon the other person and smoothed down the skirt. “I am twenty-three years old, working as an assistant in the Town Hall. My father is Choi Min He; he was a dean at Bo Seong High around five to seven years ago. Now, he enjoys his retirement days by doing some work on the farm and occasionally opens the food stall on the market bi-weekend. And, about my mother, Park Sora, she was one lovely woman. A housewife who is affectionate towards her family.” She finished the sentence by clearing her throat, looking unsure of what to say next. Should I or should I not tell them about this? Her gaze drifted down and twisting the ring on her finger.

As she took a deep breath, convinced herself to continue. “You may have guessed this the moment you saw me, or you don’t,” she flashed a shy grin, “I certainly don’t like the life I’m living right now. Sure, I had a good parent one who loved me dearly yet if only, I could go back to the years of my father being the dean, it would only take a few seconds for me to decide. The answer would be yes. I enjoy living as someone who is being looked up by the town resident, "a daughter of Bo Seong High’s Dean” as if I had a title and there would be no one who doesn’t know me.“ She swallowed hard then continue, "I’m sure Mom also way much happier to have her lover as someone who can give more foods to the table, buy her luxurious goods. I am tired of having to check the price tag before buying something.” She sighed.

She thanked the other person who has brought water for her. “Ah, what my friend and family say about me? Well, most of them say I am a hardworking and persistent person. I know what I want precisely and to add that, I also know how to get there. Once I am passionate about something, I believe that I am entitled to do it or get it.” Her lips curled into a smile as the voice sounded orotund. A laugh escaped her plump lips. “You know.. Like any other people, I also have flaws. Some people say that I am too proudful of myself for what I have yet they say I have nothing to be proud.” She clicked her tongue at the thought of memories came into mind, “Some also say that I am pretentious and… that is when I start questioning what was on their mind. I mean, how could someone know whether someone is pretentious or being? What if what I show you were my real personality. It doesn’t make sense. They throw words about people like they know them inside out.”

SO WHAT DO YOU THINK OF BOSEONG?

She laughed at the question and shook her head while laughing. “I don’t know if this would be appropriate to say. I apologize in advance for saying this.” She hesitated for a minute, thinking about the words that could be put best to answer the question. “Well, I have to say Boseong is not the best town to spend your life. For someone who has been here for my entire life, I could proudly say that it would be much better to move into a city area. I am going to reject the idea if there is someone who came to me and said they want to move into Boseong. This town has nothing interesting. My heart and life don’t belong to this town, that’s for sure.” Her eyebrows furrowed. “I only lived here because of my father. Boseong is his hometown. He loved the idea of living here to reminisce the old days after her mom, my grandmother, dead. So, I guess that leaves me with no choice.” She gave a half shrug and turned down her mouth, expressing her dislike to the situation.

HAVE YOU EVER LEFT OR THOUGHT ABOUT LEAVING BOSEONG?

“Of course!” she squealed and then realising her voice was too loud, she put her palm on her mouth. Mouthed sorry, she answered the question in a slightly quieter voice. “Every once in a while, I thought about leaving Boseong. It’s just so thrilling here. I feel that there is the kind of quiet that crept on your neck. When I was still in school, I have already asked my parent to move out. Judging from their answer, I guess there are some things in this town that my parents love.” She lowered her head and massaging her scalp, “I still don’t get it until now. But knowing that I am their only daughter, I couldn’t be disobedient. Moreover, after all these years that I have convinced them that I am the best daughter they ever had by being so dutiful to their words. So, I guess I only need to wait a little bit longer until the time for me to leave would come.”

WERE YOU CLOSE WITH HA EUNMI? WHAT WAS YOUR IMPRESSION OF HER?

“No.” She answered quickly, now being so careful of what would come from her beautiful lips. Regained her composure, she shook her head and smiled to the other person. “I would say no, I don’t know her in the first place. I guess we were just acquaintances during high school. Oh, but I was so surprised when I heard the news about her, that poor girl. I only remember that she was the town’s bright girl. I rarely see her at school so I don’t think I could be the one you could ask about her.” She leaned forward and continue in a quiet voice, almost inaudible to hear. “Don’t you think that was morally inappropriate to use a dead girl’s name to pull a joke on the town residence? I mean, the notes that had come so far, it was so unpleasant to see. Why couldn’t they just let her be happy and rest peacefully in heaven? That was sick. I’m sure whoever did this prank is an ignorant and immoral person.”

DO YOU HAVE A DARK SECRET THAT NO ONE KNOWS OF?

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icyharrington · 5 years

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Discipline (Michael Langdon X Reader)

just a nasty, self-indulgent PWP one shot i wrote just to take a lil break from is it wrong! this is based off some conversations between @xtheinevitableprophecyx and i. just a few things to note: 1) this is an au, in which hawthorne era michael is a priest-in-training working at a catholic school. 2) y/n is over 18 in this story. and 3) i’m aware that catholic schools don’t spank bitches w rulers anymore, but for the sake of the smut we’re gonna pretend that they do. lmfao

also, this is definitely not the best thing i’ve ever written, but this was mostly just for fun! hopefully y’all still like it tho :’)

plot: you’ve violated dress code one too many times, and now you’re really in for it.

warnings: catholic school au, priest in training!michael, fem!reader, inappropriate relationships, dirty talk, degradation, humiliation, spanking (both traditional and non traditional..) w/ objects, boot riding, face slapping, hair pulling, cunnilingus, orgasm denial

word count: 4k

tagging some people who might be interested: @wroteclassicaly, @lvngdvns, @langdonsrapture, @avesatanormalpeoplescareme, @bbyduncan, @alicecooper19, @satansapostle, @michael-langdon-appreciation, @ccodyfern, @starwlkers, @divinelangdon, @americanhorrorstudies, @sloppy-little-witch-bitch26, @langdonsinferno, @sodanova, @maso-xchrist, @trelaney, @langdonalien, @langdonsdemon, @cocosfern, @sojournmichael, @sassylangdon

“Ms. (y/l/n).”

The man behind the desk waved you into the office, making a show of checking his watch before pulling his lips into a thin, cold smile.

“You’re two minutes late.” He reclined back in his chair, looking comfortable as he laced his fingers over his stomach, eyes following your every move as you ventured further into the room.

“Sorry, sir,” you mumbled, turning to shut the door behind you.

The man in question was Mr. Langdon- the young, handsome priest-in-training who’d just recently acquired a job at your Catholic high school. You’d listened to your friends swoon over him ever since your first day of senior year, remarking on just how goddamn unfair it was that a man so beautiful would soon enough be of the cloth.

Mr. Langdon really was beautiful. He couldn’t have been much older than twenty-five, with clear porcelain skin and bright, hooded blue eyes. He always styled his wavy, slightly overgrown blond hair with the smallest touch of hair gel, keeping him looking polished and well-kept. You hadn’t been one of the ones who’d been blessed enough to have him as your teacher, but now, as luck would have it, you’d wound up in his presence anyway.

“Has the importance of punctuality not been instilled in you enough, Ms. (y/l/n)?” His voice was even and low, and you found yourself squirming at the sound of it.

“No, sir, I- uh. I was just held up in my last class.”

He raised his eyebrows but did not persist further, gesturing for you to come closer to him. “Put your bag down by the door.”

You did as you were told, skin prickling at the feeling of his eyes boring into your back; when you turned to face him again, there was the faintest hint of a smirk painting his features. You swallowed audibly.

“So, Ms. (y/l/n). Tell me why you’re here.”

“Well, um. Because the headmaster told me to come here, sir.”

The full truth, which you did not exactly want to say aloud, was that it’d been your third time getting caught violating dress code, which at your school meant discipline. And discipline, as you’d been told by a number of your friends, was something to be avoided at all costs. On these occasions, if the headmaster himself was too busy to provide you with discipline, he’d send the offending student off to a nun or priest (or, in this case, priest-in-training) who was available.

Knowing your luck, you weren’t exactly surprised that Mr. Langdon had been the staff member you’d been sent to.

Mr. Langdon cocked his head at you, sinking further back in his seat. “I know that already. I want to know what it is that you did to warrant being sent here.”

You averted your eyes down to your palms, already slick with perspiration. “This was my third time breaking dress code.”

“You will look at me when you are speaking, Ms. (y/l/n),” he said sternly, and your face bloomed with color as you shifted your gaze back to his pale eyes. You hadn’t expected for him to be this…authoritative, especially considering that he was new to the school. “Now, tell me. In what ways did you violate the dress code?”

You fidgeted, trying your hardest not to look away for fear that he’d chastise you again. “I just had my shirt unbuttoned a little bit lower than we’re supposed to, and I rolled up my skirt so that it was a little shorter, sir. It really wasn’t a big deal.”

He chuckled dryly, crossing his legs as he allowed his eyes to travel up and down your body. “Oh? So you don’t think that maintaining one’s modesty is a big deal, then?”

“No, I-“ you paused to gather your thoughts, feeling all at once very flustered. “I just don’t think all this is necessary. I learned my lesson when the headmaster spoke to me.”

He leaned forward in his seat, a predatory expression crossing his face as he surveyed your obvious apprehension. “Oh, quite the contrary, Ms. (y/l/n). I’ve dealt with plenty of girls like you in my day, and I’ve always found that physical…enforcement, shall we say, proves to be the most effective form of discipline.”

Your stomach sank. Physical enforcement? Of course you’d heard of the ways that some of the nuns would punish disobedient students, but the thought of being bent over and spanked like some kind of petulant child (by a man as poised and attractive as Mr. Langdon, no less) made you want to shrivel up and die of shame.

“Uh… girls like me, sir?”

“Yes, Ms. (y/l/n), girls like you. Disobedient little brats with far too much self-importance, who show off their bodies so they can momentarily satiate their desperate thirst for attention.” He ran his tongue over his teeth, clearly enjoying the way that tears of humiliation had begun to well up in your eyes. What the hell kind of a priest spoke this way to people? “Does it make you feel special when the boys look at you? When they fantasize about what’s between your legs as you saunter past them in your rolled up skirts and ripped stockings?”

You stared wide-eyed at the blond-haired man, dumbfounded by the brashness of his words; you blinked, and then a single tear was making its way down your hot cheek. He grinned, not a shred of sympathy to be found behind his cool demeanor.

“How many of them have you let touch you?” He was rising to his feet now, and no longer were you looking down at him from where you stood. Instead, he towered over you, a nasty sneer stretching across his face as he worked to close the gap between you. “How many of them have you let inside you, all because they called you pretty, made you hate yourself a little less?”

You were unable to let out more than a pathetic whimper as he reached out to wipe away your tears with the sleeve of his black dress shirt. This was wrong, this was bizarre, this was uncalled for- and yet you felt something like arousal coming up from between your thighs.

He came closer to you, so close that his face was only a few inches away from yours, cinnamon-scented breath adding to the already-present heat of your skin. “Go bend over the desk.”

Looking up at him with round, wet eyes, you nodded. “Yes, sir.”

He watched as you made your way over to his desk, gingerly bending over the dark, polished wood until your breasts were pressed flat against it. Squeezing your eyes shut, you listened to his shoes make contact with the tiled flooring, circling around so he was behind you.

“The first thing I need you to understand, Ms. (y/l/n), is that when you are in my office, and I ask you a question-“ he yanked up your skirt, your ass immediately overtaken with goosebumps as it was exposed to the air, “you answer it.”

He tugged at the thin scrap of black lace that was your underwear, pulling it up so that it pinched at your throbbing cunt, and you yelped in surprise. You were fairly certain this was not part of standard disciplinary procedures, but you weren’t about to question him. “So when I asked you how many boys you’ve let inside this cunt of yours, your pitiful sniveling was not a sufficient answer.”

Your breathing was growing ragged, fingernails curling into your palms at either side of your head. He reached past you, sliding open one of the drawers on the opposite side of his desk before retrieving something from inside. He set it down next to you, and you opened one eye to find that it was a simple wooden ruler he’d taken out.

Oh, dear lord.

He returned his hand to your panties, hiking up the fabric so you could feel it digging into your pulsing clit. “Go on. Tell me how many cocks have stretched out this tight, wet little cunt.”

Oh.

You bit your lip, instantly aroused by the way his velvet-smooth voice had formed such vulgar words.

He pulled up your panties again, this time so forcefully that you cried out, your lower body wriggling when he dropped one hand down between your legs to idly play with the outer lips of your pussy. “I don’t like to be kept waiting, Ms. (y/l/n).”

“O-only one, sir,” you choked out.

He tsked softly, and in quick, sudden, fashion, his hand made sharp contact with your cunt. It was the sound that resulted from this, loud and hollow and wet, rather than the initial pain, that made you wince.

“I don’t take kindly to being lied to, little girl,” he said through grit teeth, twisting the top of your thong with his fingertips. “You walk around wearing panties like this underneath your skirt, soaking them through at the slightest touch from a man, and you expect me to believe that only one boy has had the pleasure of fucking you?”

He said this mockingly, and you could practically hear the self-satisfied smile that was no doubt crossing his lips.

“F-four. It was four, sir.”

He trailed his fingers up and down your inner thighs, a thoughtful hum passing his lips. Then he brought his hand up to graze your asshole, all but exposed with the way he’d hiked up your underwear. “And what about here, hm? Have you let anyone fuck you here?”

“Y-yes, sir,” you whispered, hoarse and weak. You pressed your burning cheek against the cold surface of the desk, only now realizing that it’d been spotted with your tears.

“And I’m sure I don’t even have to ask about that pretty mouth.” He laughed cruelly, finally letting go of your underwear and allowing you to breath a sigh of relief; you knew better than to relax fully, though, your body tensing all over again when he picked up the ruler he’d laid next to you.

“You know, there’s a word in the bible for girls like you.” He dragged the flat side of the ruler over your ass, pace teasingly slow.

You had the feeling that he was trying to bait you, and so you complied. “W-what is it, Mr. Langdon?”

He leaned forward, and as he took a fistful of your hair to guide your head back towards him, you felt something hard protruding through the stiff fabric of his dress slacks. “Whore.”

You shuddered, a chill traveling down your spine as he released your hair and returned to his original stance behind you. Placing the ruler vertically along your ass, he began rubbing small circles over the tender expanse of skin with the wood.

“Count,” he said flatly. He drew the ruler back before promptly bringing it back down full force, and, without thinking, you squealed.

“O-one,” you breathed. The stinging sensation lingered for a moment, intensifying the arousal pooling in the pit of your stomach, and you braced yourself for the second strike.

He hit you again, harder this time, bringing the palm of his free hand to your lower back to keep you still.

Voice cracking, you spoke again- “two.”

He struck you a third time, and then a fourth, your breath catching in your throat as you struggled to keep up with his rapid pace. The pain of the ruler on your skin wasn’t too unbearable, but it stung, and you were sure that your ass would be covered in red stripes by the time he was finished with you.

Smack.

“Do you realize that your cunt is dripping from this?” he asked, once you’d let out a raspy ‘five’. “Your thighs are slick with your own disgusting arousal. You should be ashamed.”

Somehow, the degrading nature of his words only aroused you further; you were practically dizzy with want.

Smack.

“S-six.”

He prodded your cunt apart, pressing ruthlessly against your clit and snickering when you moaned under his careless touch. “I should’ve known this punishment wouldn’t work with a whore like you. What you need, I think, is to be shown just how pathetic you really are.”

He stepped back, tracing his fingers over what you assumed were the marks that had formed during your beating. “Get on your knees.”

Swiftly, you followed his orders, slipping off the desk and sinking down until you were kneeling before Mr. Langdon; he leered at you coldly, appearing even more intimidating than usual from this new angle, his chiseled face heavily shrouded in shadows. You eyed his bulge, which was, at this point, impossible to ignore, your mouth watering as you wondered what his cock might taste like.

When he noticed you looking, he scoffed. “I hope you aren’t under the impression that I’m going to let you suck my cock.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and slight disappointment. If you weren’t on your knees to suck him off, then why were you on your knees?

Folding his hands neatly behind his back, Mr. Langdon raised up one well-polished black shoe to ease apart your legs, wedging the smooth leather just below your aching core. What exactly was he getting at here?

“Since you are clearly in desperate need of having your cunt touched, I’m going to make sure you get exactly that.” He nudged your pussy with the top of his shoe, earning a strangled gasp from the back of your throat. “You are going to ride my shoe until I tell you to stop. Am I understood?”

You felt yourself flush at the obscenity of his command; was he really going to make you do this? From the way he frowned at you, eyebrows poised expectantly, you were pretty sure that he was dead serious.

He pushed his foot up into your cunt again, jarring you. “I said, am I understood?”

“Y-yes, sir.” You rocked your hips forward cautiously, rubbing your clothed center up and down his shoe, eyelids fluttering shut as pleasure slowly began to overtake you. You let out a barely audible whine as you ground yourself down, feeling the leather make friction with the soaked fabric covering your clit.

You cursed lowly when Mr. Langdon again delivered a firm shove to your pussy; at this, one large, veined hand flew to your face and slapped your blushing cheek. “Language, Ms. (y/l/n).”

“Sorry, sir.” Your mouth suddenly fell open as he angled his foot to apply more pressure to your clit, a cocky grin ghosting his features.

“You know, you could have refused me,” he said, caressing your jaw with his thumb, “but you just couldn’t resist being touched, could you?”

You said nothing, and he kicked up into your pussy again, just hard enough that it hurt.

“Could you?” he repeated.

You bowed your head, rutting your hips faster. “No, sir.”

“Are you aware of how pathetic you are, little girl? Dropping to your knees without hesitation at the request of an older man you hardly know?”

Your tongue darted to the corner of your mouth, knitting your brows as you neared your release, your face prickling with embarrassment. He kicked you again, licking his lips at the way you sobbed, the jolt of pain only adding to the immense, rapturous pleasure that was building up in your belly.

“I said-“

“-Yes, yes, I know I’m pathetic! Just- please.” You slowed for a moment, stopping to catch your breath, and he urged you on with yet another merciless thrust to your heat.

“Keep going.”

You sped up, moaning loudly, and then it was too much, your eyes rolling back as your wet cunt made use of the expensive leather shoe beneath it.

“-oh fuck-“ you sighed, and then came Mr. Langdon’s expected kick between your legs, most of his directed aggression falling upon your swollen clit.

Your body spasmed, and before you knew what was happening, you came, spots of white and red and gray obscuring your vision. Only once you’d recovered from the mind-numbing orgasm, and you saw the unmistakable anger flashing behind Mr. Langdon’s hooded eyes, did it dawn on you that you’d sorely fucked up.

You gulped.

“Did you just cum?” he asked, voice deceptively calm and even.

“N-no…” you lied, digging yourself into an even deeper hole, fingernails worsening the runs in your stockings.

He pulled his foot out from between your legs, rolling his ankle as he examined the glistening slick that now coated his shoe. “You just came.”

“I’m so sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to, I swear-“

“-You stupid, useless little slut.” He grabbed you by your hair, administering a painful tug that was strong enough to bring you to your feet. He pushed you back until the desk was cutting into your ass, manhandling you until you were propped up on the edge. Up until now, he’d been entirely composed and collected when dealing with you; this was the first time you saw real rage entwining with his angelic features, and you had to admit, it frightened you.

He pulled your skirt up crudely to your waist before hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and removing them in one fluid motion.

Without a word, he returned to his desk drawer, rifling around inside until he found whatever he was looking for- you didn’t dare move a muscle as you waited for him to come back.

“I didn’t want to have to use this on you, seeing that this was only your first time being disciplined,” he said, bringing a slender wooden paddle into view and leveling it in his hands. “But it appears that you’ve left me no choice.”

He strode over to you, wrenching your legs apart so that your flushed cunt was on full display for him. “Put your hands on your thighs. Oh, and I’d strongly advise for you to stay still and keep your legs spread, unless you want to make things worse for yourself.”

You bobbed your head up and down frantically, stomach muscles clenching as you prepared for what was about to happen. You could deal with a beating on your ass, but on your pussy?

Although the idea excited you, you were still somewhat reluctant; at this point, though, what choice did you have? You put your hands down where he’d instructed, sucking your lips into your mouth as you waited with bated breath for your punishment to commence. You already knew this wasn’t going to be pleasant.

He used the paddle to spread around your wetness, tapping the corner against your clit so that you flinched. “This first one is for breaking school dress code.”

He slammed the paddle against your clit so hard that you were only able to part your lips in a silent scream; this was far more painful than when he’d spanked you with the ruler, and silently you cursed your body for betraying you like it had.

“This one is for being late.” He brought the paddle down with a loud slap and you hissed in pain, trying your best to keep your breathing steady.

“This one is for lying about how many boys have fucked you,” he continued, following his words with another harsh strike to your defenseless clit.

“This is for cumming without my permission.” This hit to your core was a particularly agonizing one; it was taking everything inside you not to close your legs, but you knew he’d only make you suffer more if you were to disobey him again.

“And this one, Ms. (y/l/n), is for lying about it.”

He slapped your pussy with the paddle one final time, your lower lip trembling as you attempted to stabilize yourself. Your cunt was on fire from both sheer ecstasy (why the hell had this turned you on?) and discomfort, and upon looking down, you could see that it was bright red and enflamed from the abuse it had endured.

“Poor thing,” he cooed, stroking your inner thighs with a feigned tenderness. He gave you a taunting pout as he put down the paddle, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Do you want me to kiss it better?”

His tone was so condescending, so syrupy sweet, that it almost sounded as though he were speaking to a baby. Still, you nodded, parting your thighs even further when he lowered himself onto his knees between them.

He peered up at you from beneath a veil of thick lashes, placing a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on your inner thigh. You shuddered, feeling his warm tongue drag its way up your leg and to your labia, a broken cry escaping your throat when he sucked one of your lips into his mouth.

The sensation of his tongue gently gliding up your abused slit was soothing, your head lolling back as he massaged your cunt with his soft tongue. You were stricken with the urge to take a handful of his golden hair and pull him closer to you, but decided against it- it would only anger him if you behaved impatiently.

His mouth found its way to your overstimulated clit, and your lower body jerked forward the instant he enclosed his plump lips around the bud. He reached up to hold your thighs down, calloused fingertips pressing into your padded flesh as he alternated between sucking and lapping at your bundle of nerves, making your whole body shake with your impending climax.

You grunted, inadvertently bucking your hips towards his mouth, and, chuckling softly, he pulled back.

“You’ll ask permission to cum this time,” he said, silky hair tickling your inner thighs. He’d let up from his emotionless facade for a moment, heavy-lidded eyes dilated to the point where they looked almost black.

“Yes, sir,” you whispered.

He wrapped his lips around your clit, pulling it into his mouth and pressing his tongue flat against it, sending shock waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You writhed awkwardly on the desk, leaning back onto your palms as your tongue darted out to moisten your dry lips; the coil in your stomach was already starting to unwind, and you knew it would only be a matter of minutes before you were cumming again.

“Oh god,” you panted, and you swore you felt him smile against you. “I’m- sir, can I please-“

“-May I please,” he corrected, reattaching his lips to your bud as soon as the words left his mouth.

“May I please cum, sir?” You were hardly able to form a sentence, teetering so close to the edge, but you couldn’t disappoint Mr. Langdon again.

“Hm,” he murmured, locking eyes with you as he guided your clit into his mouth one final time, swirling his tongue over it in leisurely, drawn-out motions. Then, without warning, he released your clit from his mouth with a pop, a wicked grin creeping across his lips.

“No.”

“W-what?” you stuttered, taken aback. Was he really going to leave you high and dry like this? Was he that sadistic and evil?

He stood up, dusting off his pants where he’d been kneeling. “I said no. You certainly don’t deserve it after the number of times you blatantly disobeyed me today. Now clean yourself up and get out. I have work to do.”

You merely gaped at him, eyes big and glassy as tears of frustration threatened to escape them. His lips were glossy from a mixture of saliva and your juices, curved upwards at the corners as he regarded your desperate state.

Pushing off the desk, you adjusted your skirt so that it sufficiently covered everything, bowing your head as you did. You were disappointed, but this had been a punishment, so you shouldn’t have expected any kind of reward anyway.

Still, though, you couldn’t help but feel duped.

Mr. Langdon sat down at his desk, looking just as pristine as he had when you’d first arrived at his office. He tilted his head to one side, raising his eyebrows expectantly. “I trust that you’ve learned your lesson?”

“I don’t know,” you said, eyes glinting mischievously. “I might need to come back a few more times just to be sure.”

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