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Mandalorians really out here pretending to be all stoic and badass when they have the most romantic language in the galaxy.

Instead of “babe” they say “Beloved”

Instead of “I love you” they say “I hold you in my heart forever” or “I know you forever”

Instead of “I do” they say “We are one whether we are together or apart, we will share everything and we will raise our children as warriors.”

”You will always struggle. But that is the test. It’s the choice to keep fighting that makes us who we are.” - Cere Junda

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Pairing: Triple Frontier Dudes x F!Reader (except Tom obvs) Words: 5.5K Warnings: Rough smut. Cum eating. Semi-public sex. Dirty talk. Poly-ass relationship vibes. PTSD. Ass Play. Spit. SORRY. Wall sex. Pool Sex. Laundry Room Sex. Door Sex. We out here. Summary: Santi makes you play a game. A/N: same universe as Bloom. Idk if it's physically possible to keep this much cum inside you but we play fast and loose with facts on this here ole blog baby

It keeps happening.

You’re back on home ground. You’re back to paved streets and errands and bar hopping. You all sit around a table - the same one you always do. The bar is cloying - alcohol sweet with its sticky floors and unwashed bathrooms.

The air is hot - thick with tension as you try to act normal - act fine. Every one of them had been inside you - had licked your pussy and made you cum so often you can still taste it in the back of your throat.

You’d avoided them long enough. You’d needed some time as soon as the plane landed back in the states.

You weren’t upset. You weren’t sad.

You were just confused and a little embarrassed.

Now, all four of them are staring at you - their eyes leaving prints across your skin. Will is a hot mass of muscle beside you - his arm rubbing against your own as you shift in your seat. You have a beer in front of you and you touch the condensation - circle the bottle in your hands. You want to press it to your fevered brow - your cheek. You’re flaring with the memory of them.

“Sweetheart,” Pope murmurs and it makes you peer up at him. His eyes are dark - genuine - sparked with something. His voice is edged, matching the tone he used when he’d lifted you up against the shower wall and made you shatter on his length.

You bite down on your tongue - digging your nails into your thigh before Will stops you - folding his large hand over yours and squeezing. He meets your startled gaze head-on. His face bare and handsome.

“Are you alright?”

“Not really.”

Benny’s brow wrinkles. He scrubs at his bearded jaw. “We don’t have to talk about it.”

Frankie nods - fixing his hat as he regards you with concern. “We can forget it happened. We did what we had to do. We don’t - fuck - none of us see you differently.”

It’s not that. It’s not.

“We love you,” Pope finishes. Your belly clenches at that blunt remark. He’d confessed it so easily and yet you don’t know if it is rubbed in the flavor that you want - if he means it like friends or -

You shove the heels of your hands against your eyes.

“Hey,” Will soothes as he strokes your waist - the naked skin between the waistband of your jeans and the bottom of your t-shirt. “Hey - look nothing has changed.”

“Yes, it has,” you snap back. You’re close to laughing at this point - close to losing it. Tears prick behind your lids and fuck you’d absolutely die if you broke down in front of them.

“Was it really all that bad?” Benny asks in an effort to lighten the mood.

“Dude," Pope exclaims while Will elbows Benny's ribs.

Was it bad? Was it? No. Not at all. It was the most pleasure you’d ever felt in your whole damn life.

“No,” you admit reluctantly as you finally look at them straight - chin angled up and your shoulders set. You can’t lie to them. You can’t avoid them for the rest of your life. “It wasn’t bad.”

Frankie cocks an eyebrow before he reaches for your wrist - gently winding his fingers around the bones. “So what’s the problem, bonita?”

You swallow thickly. Fuck it.

“Because I want it again.”

***

It’s a 4th of July barbecue at one of Benny’s gym friend’s houses. It’s pretty packed. A lot of liquor. A lot of food. All of you together.

It’s been two months since you’d told them you wanted more - wanted them like you’d had them in that safehouse. They’d answered you by driving you back to Will’s and splitting you apart. You had shaken with the number of climaxes they'd rocked into you. The bruises. The stretch. The fact that every hole had been filled until you couldn't walk afterward. They'd scrubbed you clean - gingerly smoothing the marks they'd burned you with until you were ready to go again. They were inside you - engraved in your flesh and your tissue and the fleshy curve of your heart.

It hadn’t let up. It had only continued. Weeks packed with constant sex and a damn honey-sweet intimacy that had molded and carved your connection into something entirely new. It’s a hurricane - it’s chaos. You don’t really establish rules. You just go with it and it seems to have worked so far.

The party today would be another test - another event where you circled each other - waiting to nip or touch or taste. You had to play it cool - play it like you always have. These men are your partners - they are in your blood - riding it out as you pulse in time with each of them. It’s cosmic - it’s delicious - but it’s also highly fucking frowned upon by society’s standards. You don’t want Mary Greene from down the street clutching her pearls because Santi can’t stop kissing your neck when Frankie’s got his hand on your ass.

No one would understand and it’s not like you could blame it on a breeding drug that had made you require orgasms to fucking live. Nope. No.

You’d texted the group with clear directions:

You: No PDA at this thing.

Ironhead: Whatever you say.

Fish: Sure.

Benny: Not even a little touching?

You: No. These are my terms if you want to fuck afterward.

Benny: Fine.

Pope: You’re so cruel.

You think it’s peachy. It’s all settled.

You think that up until you pull up to the curb of the house.

It starts as soon as you step out of the passenger seat of Frankie’s truck. You can feel their eyes on you - burning across your bare arms and legs. You’re in a gauzy sundress - your flimsy swimsuit underneath.

Santi gapes at you before yelling: “Deals off.”

He marches right up to you, pinning you to the car door - the scent of him making you a tad delirious.

“Princesa,” Santi growls - his lips brushing over your ear as he wraps you up in a hug that transcends friendliness. “You really trying to kill us with that outfit?”

“Only a little,” you say - plastering an innocent smile across your face. “Also - it’s a pool party. What the hell else was I going to wear?”

“You’re gonna get it,” he drawls - subtly drifting his hand beneath your dress to cup your pussy through your bikini bottoms.

“Santi,” you hiss - your thighs clenching around his hand. “There are people.”

“We can be discreet, babe,” Benny points out from over Santi’s shoulder. “We’re kind of trained for that shit.”

You roll your eyes. “We can wait until after, you sex fiends.”

“Nah,” Santi says. “I think we could do it here - I think we could manage.”

“You’re serious?” you glance at Frankie and Will who are watching Pope practically finger fuck you against Frankie’s truck. He runs his knuckle over your covered slit - pushing into you. It’s out in the open - it’s under the hot beat of the sun and this is fucking dangerous.

“We haven’t had you in a while,” Frankie answers - quiet but still hungry. “I miss that sweet little - “

“Hey Mike!” you call out - shoving at Santi’s chest. He doesn’t even startle, just slowly turns around to glare at the poor guy who’s walking up the path to the house.

Fucking Mike,” Frankie grunts under his breath as if the guy had stumbled into you on purpose. Mike waves back before slowly dropping it to his side - paling at the way Pope is glaring at him.

You smooth your sundress over your thighs - fixing your hair behind your ears.

“Let’s go,” you tell him - them. “We can fuck after.”

But - as soon as you brush past Santi, his hand shoots out - gripping your arm and yanking you back to him. He catches your face between his palms before he crushes his lips to yours - his tongue wet and desperate as he pushes it into your mouth.

He releases you as quickly as he caught you - making you trip into his chest. His lips split into a blinding grin - smug as ever. “I think we should play a game, princess.”

Santi’s abrupt princess punches you somewhere soft. It doesn’t have that smooth, silky finish when he uses princesa or preciosa or querida. It’s because he’s not seducing - he knows he already has you.

You could say no. You could and they’d grumble but inevitably agree. They’d probably punish you later for it, but still - the boys would never do shit to you that you didn’t ask for or want.

You glance up at Santi - the silver around his hairline dripping into his black curls. His lips are sticky with your gloss.

“What are the rules?” you bite.

**

Your arms scrape across the gritty cement that surrounds the pool as you float against the side of it. It’s really too hot today - stifling. The water is cool though - it’s nice and pleasant. The smell of chlorine - the oily coconut balm of your lotion. Smoke from the barbecue wafts through the air - the abrupt nostalgic taste of summer. Benny has probably already eaten six cheeseburgers.

There’s a sudden weight against your back - the hard hump of a chest - a flat stomach. Will’s bearded jaw scrapes across your temple as he pins you to the edge of the pool.

“Baby girl,” he murmurs as he wraps a muscular arm around your waist. Will doesn’t use pet names often. He’s reserved - certainly more so than Santi and Benny. Frankie might be the only other one who isn’t as public about his affections.

You guessed he’d be the first. He’d been watching you closely from across the kitchen, his gaze following your movements as you made yourself a drink. His face dressed in a small amused smile like he was chewing on a secret. A couple of girls flitted around him - prodding him with questions and half-slurred commentary that he politely acknowledged.

“Mmm you didn’t want to stay and listen to what Emily had to tell you,” you tease as he drops his mouth to the side of your neck and sucks.

He chuckles. “Nah - I tuned out. Too distracted.”

Heat builds in your belly. Self-satisfaction.

There aren’t people out here. Most of them are in the living room, distracted by the current boxing match on television. There are a few stragglers sitting in deck chairs or playing beer pong. Not close enough to notice. Not really.

He grinds into your ass as he presses his lips to your skin. Will is good at being subtle - the best at being discreet. You’re surprised that he’s willing to fuck you out in the open, but you aren’t necessarily complaining.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” he mutters as he hitches the gusset of your suit to the side - his insistent fingers prodding into you. His voice is gorgeous - rumbling through his broad chest as it vibrates against your shoulders. “You get so wet,” he praises. “Even underwater”

“Well,” you sigh. “You tend to have that effect.”

He purrs before he grips your chin and drags you to his lips. It’s a quick kiss - charged and molten as he deftly slicks his tongue against your own. “I want to make this good for you, sweetheart."

You feel his cock slide between your folds as you press your ass back into him. To anyone else, it would just look like Will’s whispering something to you. Affectionate. Intimate. You’ve always been pretty physical with the boys - maybe not to this degree - but fuck it.

He grips himself before he sinks inside you - making you curse under your breath. You’re wet enough, but there’s pressure - the chlorine finish making him a little too dry. It’s a stretch as he lazily fucks into you - his body smacking flush against your back as he grunts into your hair.

“Fuck - you feel so good.”

Your breasts are crushed into the wall as he rolls his hips against you. It’s slow and inexorable - the steady glide of his cock through your walls. In and out. In and out. He breathes hard as he holds you to him so fucking tightly. He reaches beneath your bikini top - cupping your tits - pinching your stiff nipples.

You savor the minute pain that sparks across your palms and forearms as you cling to the hot cement. The water is chilly enough - soothing despite the fact that you are burning up inside - flames flicking up your core as Will plants one hand over yours and another over your clit as he thrusts into you. Your orgasm shears its way through your veins - your nerve endings - sparking from the tips of your toes before shooting upward to burst within your cunt. You’re squeezing around him - tiny flickers - spasms - that choke and restrain him.

“You gonna keep me in there, gorgeous?” He presses closer - as he barely pulls out of your tight heat. “You’ll have to be a good girl and do it - hold me inside you so the others can feel me when they fuck you all deep.”

**

People leave the glass doors to the house open - letting the precious air conditioning float out and away. It’s humid inside and your skin feels raw from your wet bikini. Will is seeping out of you - oozing from between your legs as you try to look for a towel. You squeeze your lower muscles. This is harder than you thought.

You find Frankie - his eyes soft as he walks toward you.

He's nursing a beer that you guess must be warm and shitty because he wrinkles his nose when he sips it. He pushes a solo cup into your hands.

“Tequila and grapefruit,” he grins as his fingertips graze your knuckles. “You look a little overheated, baby.”

“I need a towel,” you grumble as you take a hearty gulp of the cocktail and then fold your arms over your soaked breasts. The burn is sweet - creeping through your veins and loosening you up.

Frankie is staring at you with a humored expression - all-knowing. You’re sure the guys know exactly who goes when - certain that he is already aware that Will had fucked you. They probably strategized this, held a damn meeting with blueprints.

You did agree to it and it’s not like you’re complaining.

No. It was slightly thrilling - fucking erotic. Kind of wonderful to have the four hottest guys here want to rail the shit out of you all over the house while no one is the wiser. You enjoy it - enjoy watching all the girls flirt with them - offering them drinks or food and they meet them with polite smiles while their eyes search for you - always searching until they find you and relax.

“I think there are some in the laundry room,” Frankie assures you. “Let’s check it out.”

Wow. Subtle.

**

“Fuck, Frankie,” you cry out against the onslaught of his mouth. His tongue is heavy and plunging. He tastes like muddled Budweiser. His beard grazing across your jaw as he makes out with you against the door.

“Turn around, preciosa,” he urges. “Let me have you.”

You do as he says and he presses his hand across your back - pushing you down into the washing machine’s hard surface. He anchors you in place - keeping you still as he kicks your feet apart before he fiddles with his belt and then sinks deep - inching and inching until his balls bounce against your thighs.

Frankie is dark with his sex - he fucks like he wants to swallow you whole. He fucks like every punch of his cock is pushing his brokenness into you. You understand him - you always have and you share in those shadowed thoughts and memories. He is so openly loving - so kind when he wants to be and it’s only when he’s with you - when he’s inside you - that you see flashes of his other-self.

You know all about me. You saw it. Had a front-row seat to those moments I fucking lost it.

Yes - you had. Both of you too trigger-happy and then too forlorn about it afterward. You let him take when he has sex with you - when he forces you to the floor and just buries you beneath him - his hips ramming up against your ass. He says your name a lot. He likes it - he likes to use it like it’s his and every slap of his hips means he owns you just a little bit more.

“Fucking hell,” he hisses as he digs his fingers into your ass cheeks - grabbing handfuls and spreading it open as he rams himself deep. He pulls you back on his length as he takes you in rough, short strokes. You hear him spit - feel the wet drop of it hitting your asshole before he gently nudges his thumb inside.

Your face burns - your fingers scrambling to find purchase across the slippery surface of the washing machine. Your skin is still chilly and damp from the pool but fuck you are melting hot inside - Frankie’s dick spearing you in half as he fucks you without hesitation and pulls at the rim of your hole in tandem.

He’s the dirtiest of them. Santi would claim that title if asked, but it’s not true. It’s Frankie. Quiet Francisco with his thick fingers and his talented tongue.

“Fuck baby - you have such a good ass,” he groans. “Just as nice as your soaked little pussy.”

You whine at that and Frankie yanks you back against his chest - his hand clasping over your mouth as he doesn’t miss a beat in his hurried pace. “Shh, honey,” he croons. “Can’t let them catch us.”

There’s so much friction inside you as he drives up - as he pushes against the cup of your womb like he could breed you right here in this empty space. The sharp clap of his skin hitting yours - the low, feral grunts from his throat as you cry out against the gag of his hand.

“You know I love you, sweet girl,” he soothes as his cock pulses inside you - throbbing and growing as he begins to hit his peak. “Love being inside you like this - how tight and pretty you are. Too pretty for me.”

You want to bite down on his palm for saying that but he’s already shoving you forward - already grunting into your ear as you feel his cock jerk inside you - the fever-heat of his spend painting your walls and mixing with Will’s.

It’s so damn nasty. The whole thing.

You feel his lips descend along your spine - his mustache tickling your skin as he strokes you tenderly. You feel his tongue in your ass as he clings to your waist and Jesus Christ Fish -

He growls - gruff and possessive as you grind back against him.

***

You smile up at Benny and he meets it in kind - white teeth flashing in the dark - the moon pulsing bright across the dark guest room.

“What do you want?” he asks as he presses his lips to your chin - your throat - sliding his tongue until he yanks your bikini top to the side so he can latch to your nipple. It makes you gasp - makes you arch into his warm, muscular body. You curl your fingers into the back of his t-shirt - pulling at it - watching it bunch around his muscles and his broad shoulders.

Blood rises in your ears - your limbs feel loose from the buzz of tequila. It certainly has made you more uninhibited but then again you were sober as a judge when you let Will thrust himself into you against the pool wall. Maybe - you’re just drunk on them.

“C’mon babe, tell me.”

It’s so like Benny. He’s goofy when he wants to be. He can be dirty, too. But he’s the guy who is down for anything - who will be willing and waiting. He asks after your pleasure - he is enthusiastic and sweet and if you asked him to mark you and ruin you - he’d do it. But he’d also play it nicely - he’d do it to your tastes and mold himself as you asked.

You like to give to him.

“I wanna taste you.” you croon as you watch his eyebrows lift.

You get on your knees - tugging at his swim trunks - watching his flushed cock bob against his stomach when you lower the band. You wrap your hand around his length before taking it whole. You like sucking Benny off - he shudders for you - his fingers twisting into your hair as he gasps and pants and loses it.

It’s a sight.

“Just fuck my mouth like you want, Benjamin,” you taunt - tongue circling the salty slit at the head. He nudges his hips forward - a test run before he sinks down a few more inches. You encourage him - massaging his balls - catching at the short blonde hairs on his thighs. He pushes deeper and you swallow down a gag - your saliva mixing with the viscous fluid that slips from his cock. He tugs your hair harder - straining your neck - the band of his silver watch scraping across your scalp. You feel his dick cram up against the end of your throat and oh Benny sighs: "Fuck you're so good at blowing me, baby."

Your pussy spasms - the hole contracting around air - still wanting and desperate despite the fact that it’s been overfilled. Everything is starting to dribble out. You reach between your legs - cupping yourself- trying to push it back in and it’s like Benny knows what’s happening beneath your swimsuit because he steps away from you, making his cock slip from your tongue.

“It’s your turn,” he orders as he picks you up - hitching your thighs around his waist before he slams you into the wooden door.

He screws you right there. Each plunge of his cock making a shameful wet noise as your cunt sucks him up. He groans as he pounds into you at a harsh, furious pace.  When his hips stutter, a broken noise drifts from his mouth and he tries to seal it against your neck. He pumps into you for a long time - the warmth of it throbbing in the cup of your sex like he’d marked you - carved you - left his name branded deep.

He is flushed with the exertion - sweat beading across his brow - darkening his hair as you smooth it back from his face. He still manages to keep you balanced - keep you impaled on the rod of his dick with his hands under your ass. You idly pet his cheekbone - push the tip of your thumb into his rose-pink lower lip. You lean forward to kiss it - chaste and reserved - even as he softens and he eases out of you with another echoing wet noise.

Benny lowers you to your feet - his broad hand sliding between your thighs as he wipes at anything that has spilled out of you: the slick and a few scattered drops of his cum. You catch his hand to suck his fingers - taste the brine and the musk and the sweat of him. He trembles - not dramatically - but enough for you to notice the effect. He straightens to his full height - all 6’2 of him looming over you - his expression dreamy and indulgent. A big puppy.

“God,” he exclaims. “You’re fucking hot.”

He shoves a hand into your hair before he kisses you - messy and possessive. He wraps an arm around your waist as he steps out of the guest room - fingers twining through yours to drag you down the hall and back outside into the humidity. Night has dipped the day in a luke-warm bath. It’s pleasant and you snatch a beer from the outdoor dining table before taking a swig to moisten your parched throat. You’re certain you’re going to be half-eaten by bugs - you’ve had no time to apply spray or sunscreen due to all the fucking.

Not like you can care. Not like your mind is anything, but pounding hormones and aching mush.

Frankie and Will are playing beer pong when Benny sidles up to them. They regard you with warmth - with sated hunger - their tongues darting over their lips. It’s...romantic. The intimacy - the pleasure shining in their expressions when they spot you. You’re addicted to the way they stare at you - like you hang the moon - like you’ve enchanted them - like you can control them with a tilt of your chin or a crook of your finger. It’s never anyone else - it’s never trailing after another girl or another guy - it’s just fucking you.

Will’s jaw clenches before he motions for you: “Wanna come be my partner?”

“Nah,” Frankie interrupts. “She can be mine.”

Benny scoffs. “Will move to Frankie’s side. She said she’d play with me.”

He says it suggestively enough that it could be taken two ways. They’re being overt at this point - their hands catching in your dress or pinching at your waist or stroking across your bare shoulders. Your skin is itchy from the touch of July sun  Their cum is leaking into your bottoms - just sitting inside you - a flushed, dirty secret.

Santi appears at your back,  wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you firmly against him.

“Hey - princess," his voice runs down your skin - soaks you fully. It’s indulgent. Husky.

“Sorry boys,” he announces. “I need her for something.”

**

“That was so obvious, Pope,” you whine as you let him tow you to the side of the house.

He spins around - his gaze perfectly frank. He steps toward you - cornering you against the wall. It drives the breath from your lungs - makes you swallow the rest of your complaints. You put your hands on his biceps - feeling them quirk at your touch.

He grabs your chin to tip it up, forcing your eye contact, and you keep it dutifully. He searches your face - unable to articulate the sincerity he wants to press into what he will give you next. You know though. You know.

“Damn,” you tease against his jaw. “I knew you’d be the final boss.”

He muffles a laugh - his hands caging in your hips as he stares down at you. It’s not exactly quiet: there’s the thrum of the huge AC unit beside them - the splashing from the pool - the drunk hoots and hollers from indoors. The ping of balls landing in solo cups and Benny’s obvious whoop as he hits dead center.

“Was my idea after all,” he says. “Let’s see how baby did.”

Pope skates his hands beneath the hem of your dress. The fabric is stiff - partially soaked in places and drying with unmentionable things in others. He reaches forward and pushes two fingers deep. Your face flares at the lewd noise of him squelching through the others and your own hot syrup-slick. “Damn - you really held them in there, little one.”

“Well, I always play to win.”

He turns his thumb so he can nudge it against your clit - it’s hard, throbbing - over-sensitive but still Pope treats it all gentle like he knows you’ve been through it.

“I’m gonna fuck you,” he drawls as he slowly pumps his fingers - scissoring and spreading your already swollen pussy. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

He kisses you fiercely - salt-slick tongue dragging across the wet heat of your mouth before he eases back. He blinks at you - girlish lashes fanning over his near-black eyes.

“Turn around,” he grunts. “Let me clean you up, baby.”

“Huh?”

But he’s already forcing you to face the wall - pushing you against it. You hear him drop to his knees and then you feel him shove his face between your legs. His nose digging into your ass as he licks into your pussy from behind. He laps and laps and it’s a shameless thing to do. It makes you squirm until he cracks his palm across your ass to keep you quiet.

“Pope,” you plead - all dizzy and dreamy. “Please.”

You don’t even know what you’re asking for.

Your feet nearly give way, but Santi props you up. His tongue is cool and wet as he dips it between your folds - as he slides it into you and gets you off with a velvet-soft orgasm that makes you flutter. It’s fucking filthy - the way he’s just tasting the mess inside you. It nearly makes you cum again.

“Now,” he hums as he sinks his teeth into the fat of your ass cheek before climbing up your body. “I need to get inside that sweet pussy.”

Santi is good at sex - he really fucking is. Where Will is logical and deliberate and precise about making love to you or delivering climax after bone-shaking climax, Santi is passionate. He is often feral and there is always a tiny bit of violence in it. Nothing you don’t ask for.

Santi fucking likes it when you’re kind of mean - he likes when you talk back and when you match him quip for quip. He likes to know what a challenge you are - how you would only deign to go soft and submissive for him because you let him.

Pretty. Fucking. Baby.

He likes to rub it in when he’s balls deep - when he has you whimpering and begging on his cock.

You wanna cum? You want daddy to make you feel good?

It’s a little absurd. You let Pope do it and in the heat of the moment you respond well - go slack. You admit that you like it when he makes you call him daddy so you can hit your peak. But outside of the bedroom, you cringe - eyeing him up and down and asking did you really fucking say that, you perv.

It always silences him - startles him like you've slapped him out of nowhere.

Of course - it’s just to rev him up. Get him frustrated.

Tonight - you’re just too fucking dead to fight him - to give him sass or be a flustered brat. You let him take the reigns.

He wedges your legs apart before he’s burying himself to the hilt. He doesn’t go slow - doesn’t inch his way in but does it abrupt and almost panicked. It burns. He has a thick cock and it always scrapes its way inside you.  You gasp - your hand flying to his thigh as you momentarily stop him.

“Fuck,” he curses. “You okay? I’m sorry, I -”

“Keep going,” you breathe. “It’s fine, Pope. Just - just go.”

He growls before nipping the back of your throat. He draws himself out until just the head remains - catching on the hole of your pussy before he slams all the way forward. You sob as he screws you into the wall - the stucco creasing your skin with stinging patterns. He pushes his hand beneath your cheek - a tiny reprieve - a reminder that he’s looking out for you.

“Jesus Christ - you filthy little thing,” he hisses into your ear. “You’re so fucking tight for me - you’ve had three other cocks inside you today and you still need me to fuck you open.”

You’re drowning like this - your oxygen depleting with each rough roll of Santi’s hips. His cock puncturing you with each frantic thrust - the fatness of it stretching you open. Your skin hums with violent electricity - your vision circles and blurs to white - to black - to shadows and shapes and Santi’s hand is planted in your hair as he twists your face and breaks you apart in this narrow alley between the party and the quiet street.

His fingertips circle your clit - swift and deliberate. He matches it in time with the jut of his hips - the snap and pound of his unforgiving pace.

He angles himself in such a way that his cock begins to push against something central. The head hits again and again as he pierces that pleasure point with a talented concentration.

“You gonna cum, princesa?” he taunts.”I can feel you clenching up -you get all creamy when you do - gonna make you -”

You lose it - gush all over him as you feel it soak your feet and his cock.

“Shit - shit - you just squirted all over me, honey,” he gasps between the wet slap of his hips.

You know that it must be enough to push Santi to the edge because he fucking whimpers - his body tightening up as he gives you a few more hard thrusts and then goes slack against you - his chin digging into your shoulder.

You can’t hear very well - your whole body is shuddering as you shiver underneath his weight. You’re cold. Your cunt hurts. You can’t stop shaking.

“Calm down,” he demands - voice hushed and kind. He gently turns you around - his hands still locked to your waist before he lifts them up to cradle your jaw. “Just breathe, baby.”

There’s a moment of silence - a beat as you try to get yourself together. You could sleep for a week. Santi shrugs out of his jacket before wrapping it around you - his expression still etched with worry. He ducks his head - chewing on his lip before his gaze meets yours. “Did I go too hard?”

“No,” you assure him. “Just - just a little overwhelmed.”

You sometimes wonder if this situation is doomed. You’re being split four ways - torn between them. But it’s not like you’re the only person getting fucked here. You know Frankie and Benny have their moments. You know about Fish and Pope too and then Will who has told you - in the pleasant safe darkness of his bed about the rest.

You think it over - turning it in your hands - pressing your cheek to it - your lips and tongue. The five of you are larger-than-life people who meet death on a regular basis - maybe this just shouldn’t be weird or complicated. Maybe - it just is.

Perhaps it would always be like this - dark eyes following you around. Their bodies catching to you like shadows - like they’d stitch themselves to the soles of your heels. It makes you think of Peter Pan and none of you would ever grow up or grow out of this. It just would be yours and who knows maybe you’d pop out one kid for each of them. Maybe they’d all move to an isolated island and play at house. Maybe...maybe...maybe...

Pope wraps his arms around your neck - the smell of his aftershave pungent in your nose as you curl your fingers into the back of his shirt. You inhale. There’s the heavy drip of spend down your thighs - your sex rubbed raw and still you hunger for them like nothing else.

It works. It does. At least - for now.

There’s a crack - a splitting boom. You glance up - past Santi’s startled expression to see the explosion of light - petals of spilling color burning up the sky - fireworks.

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Warmth In the Storm

This idea came to when talking with @deathwatchnightowl over another WIP and one little detail that was mentioned blossomed into this fluffy, yearning fic with Commander Cody

Pairing: Commander Cody X Reader

Warning: Teen (I think?)

Summary: You and Commander Cody get yourselves stranded on an Icemoon and are unable to send a signal for help until a violent storm decides to let up. Not one to enjoy the cold, Commander Cody takes it upon himself to help keep you warm.

Warning: So much fluff everyone, all the yearning, suggestive themes(?) Cody is frustratingly good at keeping his control, Characters sleeping together to stay warm

Reader is AFAB

One simple mission, one simple delivery mission and it couldn’t even go smoothly. Obi-Wan had sent you and Commander Cody to delivery some emergency equipment and the route was meant to be secure but thanks to you luck you were ambushed by enemy ships and in your small

Freighter was not equipped to deal with them.

You had made what you thought was a smart decision to try to evade them by hiding on one of the moons nearby, failing to realize that it was an ice moon and you flew right into a storm. Due to stress and panic, which a padawan of Obi-Wan should not have, you crash landed into an ice bank and due to the violent storm outside, you two were not able to go outside to drive to dig yourself out.

"The storm is jamming our signal, it won't get through until it clears," Cody explained as he attempted one last time.

"I can't believe that we can travel to planets and galaxies but our equipment can't send a kriffin signal in bad weather," you huffed running your hands through your hair.

The wind battered your cruiser, the ice pellets clanked against the tough metal and glass. This ship had been through worse so you weren't too concerned minus the whole ship being covered in snow.

“Well at least we aren’t being followed,” Cody grinned.

“Har har,” you sighed sitting in the pilot’s chair, “One simple delivery mission and I can’t even do that correctly,” you were busy analyzing the current stats of the ship, you realized in order to conserve the main power, you would have to switch to emergency mode which would only insure that the ship would be able to start the moment you could.

“You are acting like you are the only one to ever have an issue on a mission,” Cody teased.

You stared at him,arms crossed pouting, “Has any of them messed up on a simple delivery run?” you turned back and looked at the ship status

“I hope you like the cold, Commander, to ensure the ship is even able to take off once this is over we are going to have to turn off the heaters and most of the electrical.”

“I will go see what we have, General, I think I saw some things in the back.”

You started to turn off the unnecessary systems, as you braced yourself for the cold.

Cody had returned with one of the warm emergency jackets that was in storage and handed it to you as he found his own. It smelt musty and was stiff from not being used in a while but you weren’t one to complain.

You put it on, your body drowning in it. Cody smirked, “I feel like I could push you over and you wouldn’t be able to get up.”

You scowled, “Don’t you dare.”

Of course the jacket Cody found, fit him well, it gave him the necessary movement needed and showed off his fit frame.

“Well settle down, General, it is going to be a while.”

A few hours had passed and you both mostly sat in silence, mostly because Cody had decided to take a small nap. You pulled your legs close to you as the cold had started to creep through. It didn’t help that you also did not like the cold to begin with. This was going to be a long night.

Cody woke up to your shuddered breath, “Cold already, princess?” he teased, sitting up, rolling his shoulder.

You had your legs pressed up against your chest and your arms around, “What gave it away?” you shivered, smiling.

Cody got up and pulled out to blanket rolls, shoving one into each other, “I would prefer not to bring you back with a cold, I have an idea, an old survivors trick,”

You looked at him, as he firstly removed his helmet, he looked a little tired than usual but he still had that strong handsome face that most of the clones carried.

You got up and walked over to Cody, as you removed your belt with your lightsaber, placing it on top of the jacket near the rolls.

Cody had removed his armour and had stripped down only to his blacks.

"Erm, it is better if you have as little as possible," he stated awkwardly, his hand running the back of his head.

"Cody, is this how you get all your women into your bed. Showing off your 'survival techniques'?

Cody immediately flustered, "N-no that's not it ma'am uhh Sir…I mean,"

You burst out laughing, placing a reassuring hand on his arm.

Cody had to pause for a moment, were you always this beautiful when you laughed? The way you partially covered your face when he couldn't stop laughing. Also why did your touch feel so warm despite that you were literally a human icicle.

"I am bugging you," you breathed, wiping away a stray tear. You shimmied off your outer robe, standing in only your tunic and leggings. Your teeth were chattering at this point as you wrapped your arms around you self

"How are you not cold?"

"Advanced genetic modification," Cody bragged.

You rolled your eyes "And let me guess you don't sweat either, you absorb the sunlight for nutrients."

He poked your side, "I am not a robot or a plant,” He took note of your blue lips and your chattering teeth, though you had remained composed you weren’t fooling anyone. He lifted the side of the makeshift bed, the rolls were unzipped, one stuffed into the other.

“Get in, you are almost making me feel sorry for you,” he joked as you knelt down and shimmied into the roll, pressing yourself to the folded bit as close as possible. You heard Cody shuffle in behind you. You gasped slightly when you felt his warm frame against you.

“How are you so warm?” you asked, turning your head, “I can’t even keep my feet warm on warmer planets, feel.”

You pressed your socked feet against his legs, you giggled when you felt him move away, “Maker, how have your feet not fallen off, at this point?” he asked as he started to run his hand over your shoulders and arms.

Cody’s touch was gentle and attentive, something that didn’t surprise you given how meticulous and cautious he always was. Your arms felt less numb, as he carefully ran his hands over your legs, you hissed when you felt the warmth coming back. You imagined your skin was rubbed raw from the cold and the heat returning was sending pins and needles down your legs and to your feet.

“Is this helping?” he asked, you felt a small burst of warmth in your chest when you noticed the tone of concern in his voice.

“Yeah,” you responded snuggling more into the blankets, “This was a smart idea. Good work Commander,” you teased, “What about you?”

“I am fine, as I said I was warm before, but now it is a little better,” he had removed his hands from you and placed them awkwardly at his side. You bit your lower lip, you kind of wished he had kept going, you missed his warm touch . You tried to lay perfectly still, resisting the urge to move closer to him.

You two laid there in awkward silence, the only noise was the low pitch hum of the generator keeping the necessary equipment warm and the violent storm outside. Cody hadn’t been this close to someone in a while, all of his hookups were quick and they never stayed. He took in the warmth of your smaller frame as your shoulders rose and fell with each shallow breath you took.

You tried to focus your mind elsewhere, this was the closest you had ever been with anybody. You knew the Jedi code in regards to attachments and relationships, and you and Commander Cody had worked alongside together for months. The cold must be affecting your cognitive thinking, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath trying to feel the energy around you. You tried to find calmness within the force. The storm had not let up, and the energy was turbulent. There was nothing around for miles, your sense finally guided you to a calmness in the force...Cody.

The energy you felt around him was different from he was usually with you and Master Kenobi, he was always a calm soldier even in the toughest of battles and he never faltered even when having to deliver awful news of numerous casualties and failed missions. This energy you felt was raw and vulnerable. Trying to focus more you also felt something new, it was warm, like you were floating in a warm bath. You felt your body flush with the feeling, you couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly but you wanted to explore him more

You broke your thought instead as you felt a little guilty for looking into Cody like that. Taking in a deep breath to calm your nerves, you spoke, “C-Cody,” of course your voice was going to crack, “I am still cold, can you come a little closer?”

“Of course!” Cody internally cringed, he responded too quickly and probably sounded too eager. He shifted closer, his arms were awkwardly by his side, taking the plunge and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. ‘I am just keeping her warm, this General would kill me if anything happened to her,’

You squeaked when you felt his arms around you, his large hands at your waist as he pulled you closer to him. You were cocooned in his warmth, his frame encircled yours as you felt totally and utterly safe. You tried to not pay attention to his warm breath whispering at the top of your head, just how warm his hands were, just how perfect it all felt. It took all control to not allow your mind to wander where else his hands could warm you up.

'No,' you mentally yelled at yourself, 'He is just doing his duty, keeping me safe, this means nothing to him, it is just another mission for him.'

You jolted when you heard the wind pick up and the banging increased.

"Everything alright?" Cody asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Yes, sorry. I don't deal with storms very well," you admitted embarrassingly

"You would definitely hate Kamino then,"

"Yeah, I've seen enough holovids. I am good"

You groaned when something like a giant ice boulder hit the side of the ship.

Cody couldn't help but laugh.

"It isn't funny, also you tell anyone there will be consequences," you pouted, "Serious consequences."

Cody unconsciously ran his hands to the curve of your hip and torso as he inched a little closer,

"I've seen how Echo was nearly in tears when he was just teasing you about your luck with sabacc, you can be scary when you want to."

You settled back into the rolls, trying to ignore the noise outside. Shutting your eyes trying to focus on your breathing. Cody ran a reassuring hand over your arm. This surprisingly calmed you quickly, as you melted into his touch.

"Don't worry cyar'ika, I am here. I've got you." His nose gently brushed up against the top of your head. If you had been focusing on anything else, you wouldn't have noticed

"Sleep," he whispered, the low tone rumbled his chest, vibrating against you, "I'll be on guard."

"But you need sleep too," you mumbled the excitement of today and of the situation finally catching up with you.

"I'll just stand watch for a few hours," he assured you, squeezing you ever so slightly. You closed your eyes as you bathed in his warmth and drifted off into a somber sleep.

A few hours later, Cody was lightly dozing as he felt you shift, he immediately opened his eyes as you turned over, mumbling something as you rested against his chest, your legs intertwining with his, as you placed your hands on his chest.

Cody remained motionless, he could not tell if you were awake or if you shifted in your sleep. He would be lying if he wasn't enjoying the new position, your legs had finally warmed up as one of his legs was positioned between your warm thighs.

Your leggings and tunic did very little to hide the outline of your body to begin with but now being pressed up against him, he was able to map out every curve.

Reluctantly he shook your shoulder gently, "Hey, General," when you didn't respond he shook you again calling you by your name.

"It's okay Cody," you murmured, nuzzling into his chest, "I promise I can keep this a secret between us two."

Cody listened, you clearly were asleep, he had an awful idea that he knew he wouldn't be able to act on later.

"What secret, little one?" He purred into your hair, near your ear.

"Mmph, secret...you and me...together….please,"you whimpered, your grip on his blacks bunching the fabric a little.

"And what about your Master, cyar'ika?" He kept his hands on your back, resisting all desire to roam all over your body.

"Sshh, secret," you whispered as you quieted down, your breathing deep and slow once again.

Cody took in a deep breath, inhaling your scent of soap and something floral, closing his eyes preserving the memory, he exhaled, keeping you close.

"You're going to get me into a world of trouble," he muttered, as he closed his eyes, also drifting into a light sleep.

***

You brought your face closer to Cody, “This is nice,” you smile at him as he strokes your hair, mapping your face, watching your reaction.

“You know we can’t stay like this forever?” he pulled the blankets over both of you, keeping the heat in.

“But what if we could,it could be our little secret,”you ran your hand through his well kept hair.

Cody smirked, gripping your chin, pulling you into a gentle kiss. You whimpered when his soft lips touched yours. His kiss was warm, filling with passion with every deeper kiss.

“And what would Master Kenobi say to this?”

You placed a finger on his lips, “Sssh, it’ll be our little secret,” you responded as you pulled him into a deeper kiss.

***

You woke up with a start, your heart fluttering and a slight ache that wasn't the stiffness from sleeping on the floor. You took a moment to remember where you were, your mind still hazy sleep.

Your body was entangled in something firm and warm as your cheek was resting on something soft. You stiffened a little when you realized you were practically on top of Cody, legs interwoven with his, your hand bunching his blacks, your head resting in the crook of his neck. This isn't how you fell asleep.

You didn't want to move in fear of waking him up plus this felt nice. You felt the rise and fall of his chest as your hand was over where his heart was, slowly counting the rhythmic thuds. You kept your eyes closed as you took in his scent, the scent of sweat and soap and the slight sharpness of cologne. You pretend to stay asleep, eyes closed as you nuzzled into his neck, your breath fanning over his skin.

Cody woke up the moment he felt you stir, knowing that you were also now awake. He kept his chin on your head and his hands on the small of your back. He was trying to hang on to this moment, despite their current predicament he didn't want this moment to end.

He felt your legs shift, 'Marker, just a little longer little one,' he begged to himself.

You noticed the change in Cody's breathing and you figured he had also unfortunately woken up. You took in one more deep breath before opening your eyes, removing yourself from his neck and propping against his chest to look up at him. You gasped slightly as you were greeted with dark brown eyes with light sprinkles of hazelnut staring back at you. Your mouth suddenly felt dry as you gripped his shirt again to stop yourself from moving forward.

The air around you was electrifying as memories of your dream flashed before you. Cody slowly snaked hand over your back as he ran it gently across your cheek. Closing your eyes to savor the feeling he gently cupped your cheek. Your eyes fixed on his lips as you licked your own.

Cody took in your features, the messy bed hair, your eyes were glossed over from sleep and he took notice of the gentle pink blush that formed at your checks. He hesitated for only a second before drawing you closer.

"Commander Cody. Come in Commander Cody!"

Cody sighed in frustration reaching over to grab his com, his other hand still on your cheek.

"Commander Cody here."

"About time we found you," it was Fives, "We located your freighter, it is going to take a bit to get you out, looked like it was a nasty one last night. Are you and the General keeping warm?"

You felt your face turn scarlet, as your eyes remained on Cody.

"The General is fine, Fives. We will prepare for your arrival" he then tossed the com back onto the floor.

You started to untangle yourself from Cody's limbs, keeping quiet. Before you pulled yourself out of the roll, he grabbed your hand. You paused as you looked at him, your eyes both trying to express your feelings, your desires that you couldn't explore. One silently apologizing to the other for things that couldn't be. It was like the force was playing a mean trick on both of you. Your spirits calm but pained with heartache as well.

Still looking at you he gently kissed your hand, his lips burning into your skin, with one last squeeze,he let you go.

You both got ready in silence as you heard the troopers outside digging you out. Eventually you were able to open the back hatch and were greeted by Obi Wan and Fives.

"You look like a giant marshmallow," he laughed when he saw you in the oversized jacket. You smile warmly at him, feeling yourself calm down as you were finally near him again

"I am sorry about the mission Master…"

"Being ambushed by a separatist raid on your route wasn't part of your mission. I am just glad you are alright," he looked over at Cody who was fully armored up,"She wasn't too difficult was she Commander?"

You felt your heart involuntarily drop into your stomach.

"Not at all, Sir. It is always a pleasure traveling with the General,” you couldn’t see his eyes through the helmet but you could still feel them on you, as you kept your head down, unable to look at him without giving yourself away.

“I would be an icicle without him, Master.” You responded, adjusting your jacket.

“Well, I am glad, I think you should go give yourself a rest young padawan,” Obi felt a shift in you, it was for only a brief moment but he was able to catch it and knew that feeling all too well.

“Thank you, Master,” as you started to walk to the other ship. Cody started to follow behind you.

“Commander Cody, I am sorry I know you must be tired but I have a few things that I need to brief on you,” Obi wan spoke up.

You stopped and turned to look at Cody.

He looked at you and just nodded, “Sleep well, General.”

“I will Commander,” you nodded back at him, resisting the urge to beg him to join you later, but you knew it would never be possible, “Thank you for everything. I’ll meet up with you later.”

“I look forward to it, little one.”

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