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Interesting

Pairing : Crosshair x f!jedi!reader

Prompt : “What is going on inside your head ?”

Warnings : NSFW!!, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it irl), p in v, oral sex (f and m receiving)

Wordcount : 3,3k

Summary : You and Crosshair are send on an infiltration mission together, far away from the Batch and just the two of you for a couple days. The perfect opportunity to finally get closer to him without being caught by any witnesses.

A/N : Behold ! Here is my submission for the @cloneficgiftexchange ! I was assigned to @skellymom, and let me tell you, it was the perfect opportunity to finally write smut ! 😄

I wanted something spicy for Crosshair with that prompt, and it’s my first ever time with smut, so I really hope that it turned out okay and that you'll enjoy reading it as much as I had fun writing it ! (Not gonna lie, it was harder to write than I thought, it was a big challenge for me, and I'm very nervous about posting it, but I’m so happy that I was able to finish it !)

Enjoy 💜

“Kriff, there’s only one bed ...” you let out with shock as soon as you entered the room, instantly stopping in your tracks.

You didn’t even realize how funny you sounded at the moment.

“Of course there’s only one bed, you didn’t specify that we needed two !” a mocking voice rose behind you, instantly making you unfreeze.

“You didn’t either !” you exclaimed, rolling your eyes and heading toward the nearest light switch.

He didn’t answer anything, but you still caught the sight of a grin growing on his face as he closed the door.

The evening had been long, and very special, too. You were currently on an undercover mission, sent by Commander Cody to infiltrate a bar owned by someone suspected to be at the head of an arms trafficking that was, apparently, supplying by stealing their weapons directly into the GAR armories, with the help of a mole.

It was a very big deal both for the Jedi Council and the GAR, and it needed to be stopped as soon as possible.

This is how you were assigned to that unusual task. And since you had worked with the Batch on a lot of missions already, and that the Jedi Council didn’t want you to go alone on a Separatist ruled planet, Cody asked them for a little help. And of course, they agreed.

It was decided that only one of them would come with you at the bar, and that you’ll use the civilian space transport to reach your destination. The air traffic was very restricted and monitored there, you just couldn’t show yourself with the Marauder or any other military ship.

The cover was perfect : a young couple of humans from Coruscant on vacation, here to attend a local music festival hosted in a nearby city in a few days, who decided to stop at a bar in the city they landed in and have some fun before traveling toward their final destination.

The yearly event was known to attract waves of foreigners, so your presence wasn’t going to seem suspicious.

How did Crosshair ended up being the one accompanying you when it could have been any of the others ?

Well, he volunteered.

“Oh kriff !” you grumbled again as the light bulb instantly fried when you pushed the switch, the room filling with a sudden and violent flash of light for a brief second before returning to darkness.

“Well …” you nervously chuckled, “That night is gonna be interesting !”

The curtains were still open, and the public lighting on the outside was bathing the room in some sort of weird, dimed and gloomy atmosphere. It was enough for you to still be able to distinguish the furniture and to locate a little bed table and the lamp settled on it.

“Here we are …” you proudly burst as you successfully turn it on, the bulb staying intact this time.

You let out a long and relieved sigh as your gaze fell onto the window and the view of the city. This place wasn’t that different from Coruscant, you thought.

You finally were starting to relax after a whole evening on your guards, scanning and examining every person around you, trying to catch a glimpse of every conversation and every detail that could have possibly led you to the precious intel you were searching for.

Stealth and observation were part of your most developed abilities, and you were a good actor, so fitting in wasn’t that hard. Your wandering eyes and ears did the rest of the job.

And what they were able to catch was, indeed, going to be very useful for the next step of your inquiry.

You weren’t really trusting Crosshair’s capacities to play pretend at first. But despite your apprehensions, he unexpectedly proved himself to be very good at acting as your boyfriend. Way too good maybe.

Before you could even make any move toward the window to get a closer look at the surroundings, you felt a presence standing right behind you. The sensation made you freeze on the spot, unable to move anymore.

“What do you mean, the night is gonna be interesting ?” his deep voice nearly caused you to jump.

You weren’t expecting him to be that close right now. You were so focused on that damn window that you didn’t notice how quickly and swiftly he had moved.

Where were your stupid jedi reflexes when you needed them ?

“Depends on how you interpret it.” you answered with a sly smile.

It’s been this way for the whole evening, throwing dirty or sarcastic remarks at each other. It was perfectly in character then, and not that much of acting : you were close friends and scoffing at each other was an integral part of your communication.

But this time, it felt different.

Your instinct was telling you that something was about to happen, but you were trying your best not to think about it.

Not to fantasize about it.

A light chuckle escaped his mouth, and you suddenly couldn’t get your eyes off of his lips.

"What is going on inside your head, General ?" He asked with a mischievous grin.

You couldn't resist it anymore, you’ve been trying your best not to stare at him for too long since you arrived at the bar, and for months before that mission, in fact.

And you were doing just fine until then, but that damn smile broke your last string of self control.

"Plenty of things actually, do you want me to show you ?" You let out, before you could even think about the consequences of your words.

Then your little playful smile suddenly fades away as a wave of embarrassment hit you.

“No, I’m sorry, that’s not … I wasn’t expecting it to sound that …”

“… Sincere ?” he interrupted you.

You were suddenly feeling so self-conscious that you lowered your head, the heat violently raising to your cheeks, trying to focus so hard on the floor that you barely noticed him coming even closer.

“I’m so sorry …” you muttered, “I took the joke too far, I shouldn’t have said that …”

“Why for ?”

“I’m your superior …”

“Oh, cut it out, please …” his tone was firm, but softer than usual, “All I want to know is if you really had something on your mind or not.”

You slowly raised your head to meet his eyes again. They were burning with lust now.

“Yes …” you breathed out, “I may have a way too precise idea of how that night was going to end …”

You stopped. The sound of your heart beating faster than ever was ringing through your ears now, but you still felt it skip a bit when the sniper leaned toward you until his nose was nearly brushing against yours.

“Show me, then.”

He didn’t need to ask twice, you just couldn’t keep your hands off of him anymore anyway.

With trembling fingers, you reached for his face, cupping it gently, finally finding enough courage to kiss those lips you had been craving to feel on yours for so long.

It was shy and hesitant at first, but it didn’t take long before he answered it, giving you a pleasant rush of self-confidence as his hands fell on your hips, pulling your body against his.

Your legs became weak and the world seemed to start spinning around you, but you definitely lost it when, as he deepened the kiss, his hands slipped from your hips to your butt, grabbing it firmly.

The unexpected touch sent a wave of heat and excitation through your body, and for a moment, you thought that your pussy was about to melt.

“You’re so beautiful …” you heard him whisper in your ear in a deeper, lower voice than usual.

It was too much for you to bear, and your impatient hands reached for his pants and belt, starting to unfasten it as you pushed him against the nearest wall. You were blessing the fact that he wasn't wearing his armor right now.

“I didn’t know that you were that skilled with your hands.” he quipped, he was still grinding, and his words suddenly sounded like a challenge.

You didn’t answer anything, but instead let your fingers slip into his pants, softly caressing him through his underwear at first, your lips reaching for his neck and planting small pecks on it. He was nearly fully hard already, and you couldn’t help but bite your lips at the thought, suddenly craving to feel his cock sliding inside of you.

A gasp escaped his mouth and his grip on you became tighter, one of his hands starting to roam under your shirt until it landed on your chest, massaging your breast through your bra.

But you stop him in his tracks to take down both his pants and underwear. The fabric fell on the floor with a muffled crumpling, finally allowing you free access to his crotch.

His whole body shivered when your fingers started to brush over his bare skin, softly caressing his hips and his balls, before wrapping them around his length and beginning to stroke it gently.

“Maker … “ he exhaled, “you have now idea how long I have been wanting you to touch me …”

The words made your pussy throb under your skirt. So it wasn’t your brain playing tricks on you after all, those lingering glances that he kept throwing at you really meant what you thought it was.

“I guess I understand why you volunteered for that mission now.”

He answered you with his lips crashing against yours again, but the kiss was angrier this time. When you broke it, you started to go down on him, still stroking him.

You heard a faint moan escape his as your mouth took the tip of his erection in, your lips gently wrapping and slowly moving back and forth around it, one of your hands following the same gesture and the other settling on his back end.

His skin was soft and warm under your tongue, and as you were shoving his length deeper and deeper into your throat, you heard his breath become more and more intense and loud.

Even if your eyes were closed, you could feel the weight of his intense stare upon you. You knew that you were being watched, but you knew that you were having complete power over him as well right now, and it felt immensely satisfying.

Pleasure was making his hips shake, and as you were increasing your pace, his fingers ran through your hair, firmly taking a hold on them.

"St ... Stop ..." you suddenly heard him mutter, panting.

You immediately paused, raising your head toward him with a worried look.

"You okay ? What's wrong ?" You asked, your brows furrowing in concern.

"No, it's good, too good ... But now it's my time to show you something” he smirked, his hand reaching for yours, unwrapping it from his length and tucking on it to signify you to stand up.

His eyes were glowing with desire, and as soon as you were up on your feet, he dragged you along toward the bed, and in a matter of seconds, you were laying on your back on the mattress with him towering you.

Your heart skipped a bit when you saw him removing his shirt, revealing the other half of his body.

“Like what you see ?” he smugly asked with a bragging expression on his face.

“You have no idea …” you let out, hungrily staring at him.

With an amused chuckle, he leaned over you to get rid of your own shirt and your bra as well, sending them flying across the room.

Now it was his turn to play, and he wanted to take his time with you.

His hands landed on your breast as he kissed you needily, the tips of his lean fingers playing with your nipples, rubbing them delicately.

You let out a moan against his lips, and your hands started to wander on his back, pressing him against you.

Then it was your skirt’s turn to be removed as he began to go down your body, leaving a trail of small kisses behind him. The caress of his lips on your exposed body sent little shivers down your spine, and you couldn’t help but start panting in anticipation.

It wasn't happening so often, but your patience was running thin as your excitation grew stronger. Your whole body was craving for his touch, and he knew it.

He must have been so proud of himself right now.

You clenched your teeth when he pulled out your panties, making it slip along your legs before spreading them open.

He started by planting kisses all over your hips, then your tights, his lips brushing against your skin between each one, while his fingers were working their way to your inner thighs, starting to massage your clit carefully.

“So wet for me already …” he purred, his voice always sounded attractive to you, but in this context and with this satisfied tone, it was driving you crazy.

His mouth finally found your pussy, kissing it just like the rest of your body at first, before his tongue started to draw little circles on it. The pressure of his hands clasped around your tights, securing them in position with a firm grasp was just as arousing, and you absentmindedly grabbed his wrist, your back arching as the movements of his tongue were sending little waves of pleasure through down your spine.

When it suddenly hit the perfect spot, your body twitched, your grip on his wrist tightened, and you couldn’t retain a loud groan. As the touch of his tongue became more insistent and stronger on that spot, he let go of one of your tight, breaking free of the embrace of your hand to caress your entrance with the tips of his fingers.

Another loud moan escaped from your mouth when he slid one inside of you, then another, curling them and making small back and forth gestures.

“Please …” you whimpered, “Please, stop playing with me like that …”

You were breathless, and as much as he liked to tease you, his own horniness was becoming hard to contain as well.

Your eyes followed him as move out from between your legs to crawl over you, the light of the little bed lamp bathing his slim body in a warm halo and making his silver hair shine.

Now that you were finally allowing yourself and taking your time to stare at him, you couldn’t help but find him looking even more handsome than you already thought.

He stopped atop of you, sitting on his elbows, his lips still wet with your arousal angrily kissing you. You answered the kiss as passionately, opening your mouth to press your tongue against his, your fingers losing themselves in his hair.

“Are you sure this is what you really want, General ?”

The way he called you “General” sounded so dirty that it just made your brain melt. You were a mess right now, and military ranks weren’t meaning anything anymore to you at that moment, the only thing that you needed was to have him fuck the hell out of you.

“Yes, please !” you beg him.

“As you wish …” he whispered in your ear before getting up on his knees and grabbing your hips.

You didn’t resist him when he rolled you on your stomach and spread your legs open once again, raising your ass and arching your back to give him full access to your entrance. You let out a gasp of relief when the tip of his erection pressed against it, easily sliding in with how wet you were, while one of his hands was playing with your nipples.

He started to slowly move into you, diving as deep into your pussy as possible with every thrust, burying his face in the crook of your neck, covering it with kisses that quickly turned into bites.

Soon, his pace was increasing, and your legs retracted to your back, your toes curling as you were leaning against him, adjusting the movement of your body to match his.

The feeling of his hot and quick breath hitting your skin made you want to kiss him so badly that you lifted up your head, begging for his lips with pleading eyes.

They crashed against yours more violently than expected, nearly making your teeth clash, and you felt the embrace of one his arm tightening around your chest, pressing your back strongly against his.

Suddenly, his other arm slid under your body, his hand reaching for your clit and his fingers starting to massage it.

“Crosshair …” you breathed out at the unexpected sensation.

He was in complete control of your body now, and to hear you moan his name was so thrilling that his pace accelerated even more and his movement became rougher, causing his hips to smack against your butt with loud thuds.

You closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his finger rubbing your clit and the heat that was growing between your legs as he thrusted faster and faster into you, until a massive wave of pleasure hit you, sending a violent shudder through you, your whole body contracting and freezing for a second.

You were the first to come, but he was right behind you, already on the verge of his own orgasm when the sudden contraction of your walls around his cock and your loud moans finally triggered it.

He let out a groan, his head falling on your shoulder and his face burying in the crook of your neck, his embrace around you tightening one last time before his arms started to relax.

It was so intense that your vision was a bit blurry and tingling. It left you both panting, trembling and sweaty, with your legs entangled and your skins burning hot. He kept his face pressed against you for a moment, then slowly raised it to place a gentle kiss on your cheek.

You stayed that way for a couple more times, allowing your breaths to return to its normal pace and the beating of your hearts to slow down, before breaking the embrace.

“Was this supposed to be part of the mission as well ?” he teased you, as soon as he was laying next to you.

“Well, not really, but I guess it’s a bit too late to ask Cody about it now … He didn't gave us any limits after, as long as the cover is credible ...”

The remark and your mischievous expression sparked a smile on his face, but for once, it wasn’t one of his usual malicious grins, it was a real, soft and sincere smile. His eyes were riveted to you, admiring you. It was the first time that he was looking at you from that close, and you couldn’t help but blush under his eyes.

“What do you think about taking a shower before going to sleep, hu ?”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t say no !” you chuckle with embarrassment when you noticed that the bed sheets were sticking to your belly as you tried to get up.

***

When you woke up the next morning, the first thing that came to your still sleepy mind was the comforting sensation of Crosshair’s body cuddled against yours, his head rested on your chest and his arms tightly wrapped around your waist, the warmth of his skin pleasantly enveloping you.

It felt like the whole previous night was a dream at first, but then the first thing that he did when opening his eyes was to gently caress your hair and press a long kiss on your forehead, taking you back to reality.

“Hello, Mesh’la …” he mumbled with a soft smile playing on his lips.

You were right, that night was, indeed, very interesting, and the next couple days promised to be as well.

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𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

501st x F!Jedi!Reader General Skywalker clearly wasn't a reliable source of intell, having pointed you and Rex's squad into the icy tumbra of a long deserted planet, however, it was due to his calculated mistake that the Clones were able to reveal your deeply hidden desires. Being stuck in a cave with numerous handsome, attractive men was not on your to-do list, yet you weren't complaining. Word Count: 3028

Warnings: Unedited, random brain rainbow vomit I had whilst practicing writing techniques <3 It's somewhat (quite) spicy towards the end. There is a lot of fluff throughout most of it! A/N: This is mostly just Tup, Rex and Fives x reader as this was a very spontaneous fic T_T pls forgive me.

"General Skywalker said this would be an easy mission," Fives hissed under his breath, the deep, reverbrating sound of his voice lost underneath the wolfish howling of the wind, clusters of snow beating at his helmet. This was supposed to be a quick and easy diplomatic trip, but where did he and the 501st Legion find themselves? Somewhere on a deserted, icy, snowy planet. "My toes are about to fall off!"

"Yeah, he promised us there'd be clear blue skies and hot weather. A beach even!" Echo added on, shrugging his shoulders in defeat. Rather than being on a hot, sandy beach, the brothers had found themselves treading through waist-deep snow, their fingers and toes turning into icicles, their blasters heavy in their grasps.

"I thought this was supposed to be a diplomatic trip, Captain," Fives continued, his voice becoming white noise as Rex all but ignored his brother, gracing him with an occasional hum or grunt, to let him know he was listening. But he wasn't hearing. Rex was also unhappy with the circumstances, but it was his job to do this kind of thing. It's not like the clones could refuse not going on a mission, not going head-first into a battle, so he definitely would have appreciated General Skywalker's honesty, over trickery.

The weather was only getting worse, the wind and snow beating at the men cruelly, the blue paint on their armour completely disappeared under the clusters of snow that had latched themselves onto the clones.

He paused in his tracks, scanning the area through his optical goggles. He spotted something. Something dark, something round. His men stopped behind him, eerily silent as they anticipated their Captain's next words.

Rex, turning to face his brothers, couldn't help the way his shoulders visibly relaxed as he relayed the news, "I see a cave entrance just a couple yards ahead, boys! We will seek shelter there!" He exclaimed, waving his arm, signalling for them to keep going, to keep following him.

In the very back, just behind Tup and Jesse, a lone, female Jedi guarded their backs, one hand hovering protectively over her weapon, the other shielded away in the pocket of her coat. A backpack hung onto her shoulders, the leather material soaked and cold, receiving most of the onslaught of the weather.

Her mind was wandering, body craving to feel the heat of a hot sun glazing against her bare skin, just as Anakin had hinted to. But instead, she was stuck walking through a blizzard, her body cold and tired.

She had also been excited to spend some quality time with the boys from the 501st, whom she had been recently often paired with for missions. The sight of them all relaxing and enjoying their time on the beach, with their tops exposed, tan skin glistening under the sunlight.. Yeah, that would have been a sight worth seeing.

A sudden, much harsher gust of wind jolted her from her thoughts, clumps of snow quickly settling against the icy skin on her face.

Her robes, too, were soaked, struggling to maintain the warmth in her body as she did her best to follow the path created by the clones, snow crunching under her winter boots.

She too wasn't made aware of the true conditions of the mission. She couldn't tap into the force either, to predict or to feel some kind of warning of the mission ahead. What was Skywalker thinking? He was lucky none of her men had fallen! The moment she'd get back, the moment her eyes would land on him, he would be wise to run for the hills. She could imagine the fear in his eyes as she comically choked him out, swaying the male back and forth in a fit of anger.

Relief flooded the squad as one by one, they made their way into the cave, it being cleared by their Captain and medic, Rex and Kix.

Quickly setting camp, the clones hovered around their makeshift fire, some huddled close together, others snuggling under individual, soaked blankets. The snow had penetrated all of their supplies; food, water, tents and blankets. All they could do was hope that the fire would last long enough for the storm to pass, for their blankets to dry out and warm up.

"What the hell was the General thinking?" Fives muttered, his eyebrows furrowed. He rubbed his bare hands together until they were warm enough, and then he shifted closer to the fire.

His feet stung, the feeling just barely coming back to him after that gruelling tread. He was sure if his feet didn't fall off yet, then something else soon would.

You exhaled a heavy sigh, a blanket resting over your shoulders as you extended your palms out towards the fire. Rex had been kind enough to lend you his blanket, noticing that your robes and skirt were practically drenched from the weather. Sure, you weren't dressed for the beach, but you also weren't dressed well enough for a blizzard.

You were lucky to have been warned, or rather told, by Master Kenobi of the true conditions of your mission. If you hadn't been, your troops wouldn't have had enough time to prepare for the weather.

Looking over your squad, you made eye contact with Tup. A worried frown ghosted over his rough features, the creases that you hated so much appearing on his forehead.

Slowly, you made your way over to the trooper, one hand outstretched.

"Tup? Are you okay?" You asked, resting your hand over his shoulder. As if startled, the man looked to you, his brows quirked in surprise.

"G-General? Why do you ask?" He questioned, gaze flickering down to your hand, before coming back up to stare into your eyes. A soft, pink hue dusted over his cheeks, and your heart fluttered at the sight. Sure, he was sweet and kind, he was the shyest of your men. He was almost like a puppy, his chocolatey brown eyes so deep, so sweet, you had lost yourself in them again.

He was the only man who gazed into your eyes long enough for you to drown, a soft smile erupting on your face as you fought your best to not reach up and caress his cheek in your palm.

"General? Are you listening?" He asked, his gloved hands reaching up to shake at your shoulders, gently.

Your lashes fluttered over your eyes, taking in a deep exhale, you shrugged. Were you really okay?

Taking a moment to respond, your gaze flickered up, noticing how wet his hair was.

"Tup, d'you want me to dry your hair?" The words tumbled from your mouth before your brain could finish processing their meaning. Tup's eyes widened into saucers as he stood there, frozen. You had never been so caring to your men, at least, not like this.

Remember that pink hue that dusted his cheeks just a moment ago? Yeah, now that's turned into a beetroot blush, the colour painting his ears, his face and neck in a deep shade of reddish-purple. Would it be okay for you to display such blatant acts of affection? Wouldn't that be against the rules and regulations of the Jedi council? Against the regulations of the GAR? If so, would his brothers snitch?

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to-" You started, your mouth quickly dropping into the shape of an 'o' as Tup interrupted you.

"General, I would love for you to dry my hair." He said with a soft smile, scratching at the back of his nape.

Realising it was too late now to back out, you gave a small nod of your head before taking his gloved hand in yours, the leathery material scraping nicely against your soft skin, as you led him closer to the campfire.

Motioning for Tup to sit down, you stood directly behind, and, above him, reaching to remove your dry blanket from your shoulders. You didn't have a towel, so a blanket should be a good enough substitute. Your hands reached to remove his hairtie, sliding it over your hand to rest on your wrist, your fingers quickly making their way to masssage Tup's scalp.

As he leaned his head back into your soft hold, Tup couldn't help the relieved sigh that escaped his lips. Your fingernails grazed softly against his skin, tugging gently at his soft curls, sending eletric shivers down the male's spine.

But it was when your hands slid from his scalp, over to his nape and shoulders, applying soft but firm pressure against his tired muscles that the involuntary groan escaped his lips, rumbling deep from within his chest.

Your body stiffened, stopping your ministrations as a familiar spark shot through your heart, right down to your abdomen.

Your eyes, wide and unblinking, stared into Tup's as the colour red flushed his cheeks once more. His eyes searched yours, a worried glint dancing across as he waited for your reaction. His lips stuttered as he was about to apologise, provide an excuse, tell you it was okay if you didn't want to continue.

But the words fell short on his tongue as the corners of your lips tugged upwards, your hands applying the slightest bit more pressure to his sore muscles.

A grunt was stiffled in his throat, his eye fighting hard to stay open, looking anywhere but at your face. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable, give you the wrong idea-

None of his brothers did.

Though a lump formed in his throat as Tup looked around the cave, noticing the numerous lingering gazes of his brothers as they sat there, watching your movements. He could almost feel the jealousy vibrating off of Rex in waves, his gaze hardened as the corners of his lips fought to stay straight.

A smirk tugged at Tup's lips, as he noticed Jesse squint his eyes at him. Deciding to add fuel to the fire, Tup groaned again when your hands pressed against a particularly tense muscle in his shoulder.

"Woah, General, where did you learn this?" He asked, a familiar warmth blooming in his abdomen as your nimble fingers danced across his shoulders, tugging at the black suit he wore, exposed now as his armour rested beside a sleeping bag nearby.

"Oh, you know, just learned bits here and there when I was stationed with Commander Wolffe," You chuckled, wetting your lips with the tip of your tongue, "That man was full of knots in his shoulders." You added, feeling Tup's shoulders relax more and more, until you had mentioned Wolffe. That's when his posture straightened, from a relaxed lean, to a pin-straight sitting up position.

He tilted his head back to look at you, a curious yet worried glint in his golden eyes.

"Were you and Commander Wolffe close, by any chance?" He questioned, his breathing paused.

If you were Wolffe's girl, then he knew the 501st couldn't, wouldn't pursue you.

Or, if you weren't, then they knew at least they could ask the Commander of his previous.. Experiences, with you.

Slowly, you caught onto Tup's drift, and your gaze travelled around the room. Some of the men were fully facing the two of you, legs spread, eyes laser-focused as they listened to your conversation, the cave suddenly, and eerily silent.

A shiver travelled down your spine, and a gentle smirk tugged at your lips.

"Oh, just you know, the occasional date here and there.." You said, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly. Your smirk threatened to grow as you heard someone scoff, and you looked up to see Rex rolling his shoulders, a scowl on his face.

"Date? Isn't that, like, forbidden?" Fives questioned across from you, leaning over curiously, his eyebrows raised, resembling the blue markings on his helmet.

A giggle escaped your lips as your hands returned to Tup's hair, suddenly remembering why you were giving him a random shoulder massage. You reached over to grab the blanket Rex had given you, placing soft curls between the two valleys of softness created by your hands, which were hidden underneath the soft cushion.

Your hands brushed through Tup's soft hair, gently dragging the strands through the dry, fuzzy material of your blanket.

"I don't mean a romantic date, Fives, though I wouldn't be opposed to one." You mused, softly tugging at the locks. "I don't particulaly agree with the 'No Attachments' rule. But that doesn't make me less of a Jedi, or does it, do you think?" You questioned, your gaze softening, a small scowl now tugging at your lips.

"Of course not, General," This time, it was Rex who spoke up, albeit too fast for his liking, "You're one of the most dedicated Jedi I've had the pleasure of working with," He stated, soft footsteps making their way closer and closer to you, "Plus, it is human to wish to form attachments." He whispered that last part, now standing directly above you as you twisted Tup's hair into the towel.

Your heart fluttered at the proximity, warmth enveloping your pinkening cheeks.

"Is it now, Rex?" You asked, looking up at him. Your heart palpitated at the close proximity, your hands gliding down to caress Tup's shoulders. Your gaze stayed unwavering, unbreaking as you looked into Rex's deep, honey-gold eyes. The Captain suddenly shifted, breaking eye contact as he stepped back a little.

"I-I believe any of us s-should be able to form attachments," He paused, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips, and back to your eyes, "Romantic ones, especially." A chorus of 'Yeah's' and humms of agreement followed, catching your attention as you looked around.

The atmosphere in the cave seemed to have completely shifted, the sound of howling wind drowned out underneath the loud beat of your heart. You swallowed a forming lump, looking between Rex and his brothers, Tup now stood by your side, sandwiching your body between his and Rex's.

Gloved hands came up to softly caress your shoulders, fingertips lightly tugging at the edge of your collar, grazing the skin underneath.

"What do you think, Commander?" He whispered into your ear, hot breath fanning over your skin.

"Of?" You prompted, turning your head lightly to look at Tup.

"Of close relations between Jedi and their Clones?"

Your eyes widened, feeling a familiar heat rush over your body, and you took inhaled a slow, deep, shaky breath. As you looked between Tup and Rex, the latter had made his way closer to your body, his hands making their way to your hips.

The sound of soft footsteps reached your ears, and you saw Echo, Fives, Jesse, Kix, Dogma and Hardcase making their way closer to the three of you, looking completely entranced by the conversation. You hadn't casted any spells on them, have you?

Your breath hitched in your throat, shivers overtaking your body as someone nuzzled their nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, exhaling with a shaky sigh. As they spoke, your heart fluttered with recognition.

"General, answer the question." Fives whispered, his voice gravelly and deep, one gloved hand gently grasping your chin, twisting it to face him. His gaze flickered to your lips, just mere inches from his own. He could almost feel the taste of you on his tongue. Oh how he wished to kiss you, right then and there. He was so sure you'd let him, too.

Sure, maybe you did fantasise about the men from time to time, when your thoughts weren't preoccupied by ongoing battles and Jedi duties. How you wished to be allowed to form a connection deeper than General and Trooper, but did they?

"I- I.. I don't k-know?" You questioned, a soft whimper escaping your opened mouth, before you knew it, his lips crashed against yours, his hands latching themselves into your hair, pulling you closer, if physically possible.

The kiss was, to simply put it, sweet. His goatee rubbed nicely against your chin, his lips melting together with yours, as if they were always meant to. His tongue prodded at your bottom lip, asking for permission. Slipping in, it danced with yours, hot breaths mingling together as you felt something press up against your front.

Rex.

You had almost forgotten you were trapped between Rex and Tup, too engulfed with the sudden kiss Fives had engaged you in.

The smell of pine and smoke invaded your nostrils, their scents overwhelming, flooding your senses as Fives became rougher, his hands tugging at the roots of your hair. With one hand, you grasped the side of his face, thumb rubbing soothing circles into his rough skin, your breath hitched as a groan escaped his lips.

"Okay, that's enough I think." Kix spoke, the kiss abruptly interrupted as he pulled Fives away by the scruff of his neck.

"General? Are you okay?" Rex's voice was soft as he neared you, his breath fanning over the sensitive shell of your ear.

Inhaling a shallow breath, you grasped his biceps with both hands.

"Call me Y/n.." You whispered, hazily meeting Rex's stare, his eyebrows raised, eyes wide.

"R-Right.. Y/n, d'you want us to continue?" He questioned, bringing a hand to gently clutch your chin.

Your eyes widened as you took in the situation around you; eight men surrounded you, watching. Waiting. Ready to pounce, the moment they received your permission.

And receive it, they did.

With a brisk nod, you allowed your eyes to flutter shut as Rex closed the gap between the two of you, his lips rough but warm as his body pushed roughly against yours, your back meeting Tup's chest in a close embrace.

Your hands rested against Rex's chest, feeling the soft material of his shirt underneath your thumbs. His chest was warm and firm under your touch, the feeling of his heart racing beneath your hand had your own chest swelling with joy. A sigh left your lips as you felt a pair of lips press open-mouthed kisses against the expanse of your neck, a new pair of hands rubbing up and down your hips, encouraging you.

You weren't dreaming, were you? You weren't about to wake up, were you?

Your questions were answered as you felt Rex bite your bottom lip, his hands tugging at the roots of your hair.

No, this definitely wasn't a dream.

And if it was, it wasn't one you wished to wake from.

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iamburdened · 20 hours

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crosshair drabble cause that man has taken over my thoughts

- crosshair is the type of guy to literally act like your bodyguard. you wanna go on a mission by yourself? funny.

“I’ll be back in a few hours.”

He picks up his helmet, “That’s nice. I’ll meet you on the ship.”

- will absolutely pick you up and throw you over his shoulder whenever you give him attitude.

“roll your eyes again, pretty.”

so you did. the two of you had gotten a little agitated with each other on this particular mission.

he sighs and flicks his toothpick to the ground.

you see his hands reach for your waist, “what are you-“, you cut off with a yelp as he throws you over his shoulder.

“I’ll put you down when you’re done with that attitude.”

“I’m gonna kill you.”

he pats the area behind your knee, “how touching.”

- LOVES to pull you into a random alcove of the marauder and kiss you like the ship is going down. any minute he can get alone with you is a blessing. idc what anyone says, this man is a gentle kisser. the kind to put his hand on the back of your head to keep you in place UGH!!!

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iamburdened · 20 hours

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physical touch

the bad batch x f! reader

wc: 942

warnings: some fun teasing and that should be it. a light suggestive ending

You’re a physical touch person with a bright personality, you have been like that since you were young. Your friends enjoyed your hugs, or whenever you linked arms with them while walking. They also enjoyed how you always brightened their days. However, once you became a medic for the war, you dialed back on being physical touch. The clones did enjoy your soft hands helping them versus a droid, and your smile always put them in a better mood. You often helped the 212th or 104th, there were some rare occasions that Kix from the 501st requested you. That was until you were assigned to Clone Force 99 as their permanent medic. It took some time, but you ended up getting along with the squad great. Crosshair took longer to warm up to you, but it was expected after you first met them.

They weren’t aware of how much you liked physical touch until on a mission where you called to assist the 501st. The way many of the troopers greeted you with hugs, even Commander Tano and General Skywalker did. You walked next to the commander with your arms linked giggling. Your squad looked slightly confused, sure you were bubbly around them but never touchy.

“Is she acting different?” Wrecker asks, as they watch you laugh with your arm around the jedi commander.

“I believe she is behaving like herself” Tech says glancing at you before going back to his datapad.

“She’s different from when she is around us” Hunter answers observing you. The way your eyes lit up when you received any hug or form of physical affection.

“Looks like our little tooka doesn’t get enough attention from us. Look at how she’s eating up the regs attention.” Crosshair says taking off his helmet, putting a toothpick in his mouth. They sit away from everyone on their own, they keep an eye on you. They watch you as you lay your head in Ahsoka’s lap as she tells you a story of a mission she was just on. Then once her story is done you switch places animatedly telling her a story. Anakin calls a meeting to go over the plan for tomorrow. You stand next to Ahsoka arms still linked together. Once the meeting is over, Anakin makes his way over to you ruffling your hair.

“Missed having you around sunshine” he say before wrapping an arm around you pulling you in for a side hug.

“Missed you too trouble” you hip bump him. “How’s Pads doing?” you ask him quietly.

“She’s good, she says hi” he shoots you a wink before walking off with Rex. Leaving you and Ahsoka by the fire together.

“So, tell me, have you even tried hugging your own squad yet? They keep staring holes into the boys’ heads when they hug you or pay you any attention.” She says laughing.

“No way. I’m too scared to ask. This bunch was already affectionate when I got here” you say gesturing to the 501st. She nods in agreement, laying her head on your shoulder.

“I don’t think it’ll hurt to ask” she tells you looking up at your squad. You look over at them too and give a small smile. Wrecker happily waves at you. “Go over there and spend some time with them. You know where to find me if they say no” she removes her head and pushes you up. As you walk across camp saying hi to the troopers that spoke to you, Fives stops you.

“You need a cuddle buddy tonight sunshine?” He asks flirtatiously. You laugh at his antics.

“Not tonight hon. I’ll find you if I change my mind” you continue towards your squad. Sitting next to Wrecker when you make it to them. “Hi boys” you greet them with your signature smile.

“ You finally had enough of the regs?” Crosshair hissed. You were a bit confused. You knew they didn’t like regular clones, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t.

“Is there a problem?” You ask looking at each of them.

“Yes” Crosshair quickly answered. “All this affection you’re suddenly giving to regs.” he points his toothpick at you.

“All you had to do is ask for a hug mesh’la” Wrecker says wrapping his arm around you, the Mando’a term of endearment rolling off his tongue sweetly.

“Are we not sufficient enough to provide you physical affection?” Tech asked, as he finally tucks his datapad away.

“Do we not give you the attention you need?” Hunter’s husky voice sent a shiver down your spine. You were getting flustered.

“What do you mean? I am getting enough attention” you say trying not to stumble over your words.

“Is our little tooka shy all of a sudden?” Crosshair mockingly asks.

“You were just blossoming from the attention you were receiving” Hunter says scooting closer to you.

“The way her pupils are dilated now, she is enjoying our attention more than what she was previously receiving” Tech points out. You stand up quickly not wanted to keep facing the teasing.

“I’m going to sleep on the Marauder” you announce walking away. They each get up as well.

“Not without us” Wrecker says laughing. You hide your face in your hands heading in the direction of the ship. A hand was placed on your back guiding you.

“Maybe you won’t get sleep little tooka” Crosshair whispered in your ear. You groan due to embarrassment.

“Save your noises for later mesh’la” Hunter said from the other side of Crosshair.

“I’ll have to record the noises she’ll make later” Tech says excitedly from your left side. The others chuckle at you, agreeing with him.

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iamburdened · 20 hours

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Shifting Loyalties

No warnings. 2.3k words

You're a dropout Jedi who left with Echo to join the Bad Batch. You and The Batch are assigned to work with the 501st. The Batch get a bit spicy about how friendly you are with the regs.

Inspired by physical touch by @queenariesofnarnia :') it's perfect

First attempt at the boys but bro I had so much fun with this. I'm definitely going to be doin more cause it gave me ideas for days. Enjoyyyyy

The Marauder's landing ramp wasn't halfway extended, and your foot tapped with anticipation. Spotting the 501st squadron as you descended, they stood in a group, not in formation, eagerly awaiting your arrival. Working with the Bad Batch was a thrill, but you couldn't deny missing your first squad.

When Echo departed, Hunter extended you the same offer to join the Bad Batch. As a Jedi dropout, you no longer belonged on Coruscant or in the Order. Your path diverged, but that didn't mean you didn't occasionally yearn for your old teammates.

Before it was fully safe to exit, you hurled yourself out of the ship, dashing toward the awaiting clones. The Batch were momentarily stunned; even Tech tore his eyes away from his datapad at your sudden outburst.

"Shorty!" Fives exclaimed as you barrelled into his arms, spinning you around before settling you among your old squad.

"Shorty?" Crosshair sneered, visibly annoyed by what he was seeing. You darted between the regs, embracing each one, sometimes two at a time.

You meshed well with the Batch, but they weren't the touchy-feely type. Consequently, you lacked the courage to breach physical boundaries, especially considering how often you seemed to get under their skin. After your fallout with the Order, you couldn't risk facing any more rejection.

As the Batch followed after you, Wrecker swiveled his head toward his brothers, clearly confused. "Wha- what's going on?" He scratched his head, gesturing in your direction. "What's all that about?" He referred to your playful antics with the group of regs, laughing and roughhousing like a child.

You weren't cold toward them; in fact, you engaged in comfortable teasing. However, you maintained a professional distance, refraining from physical contact, let alone running into their arms.

Echo shrugged, a smile playing on his lips as he reminisced about his former life. "She's just saying hi," he explained. "She served with the 501st for a long time, even before I was taken to Skako Minor." Nostalgia washed over him at the sight of you standing with his 501st brothers - just like old times.

Hunter blinked in astonishment. "That's normal for her?" He had never witnessed you so carefree and jovial before.

Tech tucked his datapad away, adjusting his goggles as he observed the scene. "By their reactions, this doesn't seem abnormal for her. Why this is the first time we're witnessing it, I'm uncertain." He turned to Echo. "Have you seen this behavior before?"

"Sure, but you're all overthinking it," Echo replied, realizing the tension building among his brothers. "She's just comfortable with them." He regretted the last sentence immediately, sensing their egos regarding regular clones turning this joyful reunion into an unspoken competition.

"If she's so comfortable with them," Crosshair spat, "Maybe she should go back to her precious regs." It was exactly the response Echo feared.

The group watched as you responded to Jesse's teasing with a flirtatious elbow, then stumbled slightly into Rex, who steadied you with a hand on your shoulder.

"It's good to see you. Keeping Echo out of trouble?" Rex smiled down at you, then glanced at Echo standing among the Batch. His smile faded upon noticing Clone Force 99 in various stages of glowering. He patted your shoulder. "Uh… why don't you find General Skywalker while I brief the rest of your squad?"

Without a glance back at the Batch, you followed the order. Anakin briefed you on the mission before easing into conversation. "How are you holding up?" He leaned against a crate of supplies.

"It was hard at first, but I feel…" You paused, feeling a warmth spreading over your chest, grateful it rarely reached your cheeks. "At home with the Batch." You couldn't suppress the smile the thought of the Batch brought you. They made your life exciting, and you felt safe fighting alongside them.

Anakin hadn't missed the looks Clone Force 99 threw your way, especially the nastier ones aimed at the clones you hugged. "I'm glad to hear that, Short Stuff." When Hunter and Wrecker glanced over at the two of you with something like disdain, Anakin smirked. Oh, this is too easy. He leaned down just enough so that your face eclipsed his, just out of sight of the Batchers. "Though, it looks like your new crew isn't too happy with you."

You jerked back, incredulous. "Excuse me?" By the time you whipped around, the Batch were already to the Marauder. Everything seemed normal. You shoved Anakin back. "Kriff off, Skywalker."

Anakin raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. Anyway, it looks like it's time for you to rejoin your squad. Good luck."

"Pfft, good luck?" You pulled a face and cracked your neck. "I don't need luck on missions." You may have missed the Jedi General, but you did not miss his arrogant humor.

Anakin smirked as you headed back out and out of earshot. "It wasn't for the mission."

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Inside the ship, the atmosphere shifted when you returned. Hunter, Wrecker, Crosshair, Tech, and Echo were scattered about on various tasks, their sudden silence and exchanged glances going unnoticed by you as you busied yourself with pulling out sleeping supplies. There was no way you were missing a chance to sleep off the ship.

Sat cleaning his gun, Crosshair’s eyes bore into your back. It didn’t take Hunter’s senses for you to feel his glare. Still packing, you said over your shoulder, “What is it, Crosshair?”

“Oh, nothing,” Crosshair sneered, leaning forward. “Just didn’t realize you missed your regs so much.”

“And why wouldn’t I miss them?” You snorted, not realizing that earned you an even nastier look from the white-haired clone. “Some people have friends, Crosshair. What’s wrong with that?”

Raising an eyebrow, you turned to face him, a smirk playing on your lips. "And what's wrong with that? Some of us actually have friends, you know."

Tech, engrossed in a control panel, interjected, "He's not questioning your friendships. He's just pointing out the obvious preference you seem to have for your old squadmates."

Your hands stilled, and you turned to face them, sensing an underlying tension in the air. "What's going on here?"

Wrecker shuffled awkwardly, his expression troubled. "We just thought you were happier with us."

"I am happy!" you exclaimed. "But it's natural to be excited to see old friends, isn't it?"

When Wrecker’s defeated look didn’t change you looked to Hunter, the sensible brother, for relief. Instead, he had his arms crossed and eyes fixed away from you.

They can’t be serious. You started to turn to Echo when Crosshair abruptly got up, setting his gun aside, and loomed over you within a second.

“Don’t look at Echo to save you,” Crosshair growled, his voice low and menacing. As Crosshair rose from his seat, his eyes narrowed at you. "You seem a little too cozy with them for just 'old friends.'" You tried to step away, but found yourself backed against the counter behind you.

“Cross,” Hunter warned, but his brother didn’t heed the caution, slamming a hand on the shelf a few inches from your face.

The close proximity allowed you to catch Crosshair's scent—gun oil and mint—a combination you'd never been so close to before. It left you breathless, barely able to formulate a response. Crosshair raked his eyes over you as he idly lolled a toothpick around his mouth. He leaned in close. “Why so shy now, Shorty?” he taunted, his voice dropping even lower.

Despite the shiver you felt at the nickname rolling off Crosshair’s tongue, ignored the jibe. “What’s your problem with ‘Shorty’?” you bit back, unwilling to back down.

Tech swiftly wedged himself between you and Crosshair, his tone firm but diplomatic. "Let's not act like children here." Placing a hand on your chest and the other on Crosshair's shoulder, he continued, "Although 'Shorty' might not be the most accurate nickname. If you prefer something else-"

His voice trailed off as he noticed the flush creeping up your chest and spreading to your cheeks and ears. Tech's wide eyes darted between your face and his hand, realizing the unintended intimacy of his touch. "Oh," he stammered, but didn’t pull back his hand. "I-I apologize."

Feeling the weight of their collective stares, you squirmed uncomfortably, yearning for some space to breathe. Tech's touch, coupled with Crosshair's taunting sent a flurry of conflicting emotions coursing through you, rendering you speechless. It seemed like every part of you was reacting, including that one lower part that seemed to have a mind of its own.

Before the tension could escalate further, Echo chimed in with an observation. "Well, I've never seen that before."

Returning to reality, you brushed Tech's hand away and swiftly grabbed your sleeping gear, attempting to regain your composure. "You're all acting like a bunch of-"

"It looks like our sarad is finally blossoming," Crosshair mocked, his voice laced with amusement.

Unable to take another word from him, you shoved past Tech to lunge on Crosshair, whose scowl was now a shit eating smirk. “I’ll wipe that smug-”

Hunter jumped in to hold you back. “Back off, Cross.” You were still grabbing for Crosshair when Hunter’s firm grip on your waist registered with you. You stiffened as Hunter detangled your arms from his shoulder and pulled you aside. He turned to you and surprised you by gently cupped your cheek. “Listen, we’re not trying to upset you.”

You were too aware of all the places your bodies had just touched - where his hands had been. It was all too much and with his hand on your face you simply couldn’t move.

The unexpected closeness and the warmth of his touch left you momentarily stunned, struggling to process the flood of sensations. With an effort to maintain your composure, you pulled away from Hunter's touch, grabbing your gear tightly. But before you could make your escape, Wrecker wrapped you in his arms and wrung you off your feet. “Aw, don’t be mad, we were just worried!” All you could focus on was the size of his hands and how nice his arms felt. When he dropped you, you just stood hunched over with a death grip on your sleeping pack.

The way you just stood at the mouth of the ship wide eyed and huffing, you probably looked like a deranged blurg. You felt deranged. In mere minutes you’d gone from composed to weak kneed simply from a few touches and teases. Being the center of their attention in those minutes had lit something in you that was quickly getting out of control. You still couldn’t manage words when you took off down the Marauder’s ramp.

At once Hunter, Wrecker, Crosshair, and Tech looked back at Echo. Echo echoed the collective astonishment, his tone tinged with bewilderment. "I've never seen her act like that before."

Tech, ever the analyzer, observed the physical signs of your distress with keen interest. He looked down at the hand he'd placed on your chest. "Her heart rate and temperature were elevated," he noted, his analytical nature kicking in. "Her coloring was..." He paused, searching for the right word, "...unexpectedly vibrant." Tech was quick to record his observations, whether mentally or digitally, finding your behavior to be a fascinating new discovery.

"Intriguing," Tech mused, adjusting his glasses with a confident shrug. "Her conduct with us doesn't align with her interactions with her former squadron. This divergence suggests a remarkably positive correlation." His conclusion was delivered with a note of excitement, indicative of his realization of the significance of your reaction. "And I am seldom wrong."

Each member of the Bad Batch absorbed Tech's assessment in their own way, contemplating the implications of your behavior.

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When it was time to part ways with the 501st, you made your good-byes. The Batch weren’t much for good-byes, aside from Echo giving an extra farewell to Rex, they watched on from the mouth of the Marauder. You didn’t know when, or if, you’d see them again so you were saying good-bye to each clone.

Jesse sauntered over to the Batch as you engaged in one last round of roughhousing with Fives. He glanced at you, then at the Batch. An obvious jab that didn't fail to elicit a snarl from Crosshair. “Looks like she's clinging to her ‘regs’ a bit too tightly,” he remarked, his tone laced with thinly veiled mockery. Crosshair's lip curled in response, a silent warning brewing beneath his steely exterior. “Maybe it's time she remembers where she belongs.”

“Ay! Sarad!” Wrecker’s voice boomed out suddenly, your head immediately snapping to attention. “You comin’ or what?”

Tech, with a slight adjustment to his goggles, couldn't help but notice the telltale signs of your embarrassment—the faint flush creeping up your cheeks, the nervous smile that flickered across your lips. It was a sight that stirred something in his usually analytical mind. “Looks like she's right where she belongs,” he remarked softly, a rare hint of sentimentality in his tone.

Jesse let out a huff of resignation. “I suppose so. Just make sure you take care of her,” he muttered before slipping away.

As Wrecker slung his arm around your shoulders, nearly toppling you over, you hesitated for a moment. But instead of pulling away, you returned the gesture with a small hip bump, a silent olive branch. This is really going to take some getting used to.

Hunter, helmet tucked under his arm, stepped forward. “If you ever decide you want to go back to the 501st... we'd understand,” he offered, his tone tinged with sincerity.

You shook your head with a laugh, stepping out of Wrecker’s embrace. Playfully knocking an elbow into Hunter’s side, you grinned. “You think I’d trade you guys for the 501st? Not a chance,” you replied, your words carrying a hint of affection.

“Oh, spare us the sentimentality,” Crosshair interjected dryly, though the faint twitch of his lip betrayed a hint of amusement.

As you stood among the Batch, you laughed to yourself. This is going to be fun.

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iamburdened · 21 hours

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Caught on Camera

3.7k words - NSFW

Tech's loses a screw in his bed and finds your earring instead. He looks back through some camera footage to see how it may have gotten there. Turns out you had gotten more than comfortable in his cot.

Piggyback's a tiny bit off of an earlier fic. Just barely though. Enjoyyy

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Tech marched to his cot, flipping a few parts around in his hands as he went. They needed tweaking, possibly a complete overhaul, but regardless, he was set on documenting his repairs. He’d installed a motion sensor, barely detectable, microcamera in the upper corner of his cot for such occasions. While he rarely needed to review his procedures, he found satisfaction in adding to his archive.

Shoving aside chords and spare parts, Tech swung his feet up, unfazed by the clutter that surrounded him. His brothers often questioned how he managed to sleep amidst the chaos of tools and bolts scattered around him. To them, it was a horror, but to Tech, it was a carefully organized system . He found the idea of having to get up for common parts more horrific.

As Tech delicately removed a small screw, the piece slipped from his grasp, bouncing off his fingers, and, by the sounds of it, into the corner behind him. . With unwavering focus on the device before him, Tech maneuvered his fingers into the tight space, determined to retrieve the errant screw. The first thing he felt was definitely not the screw.

Examining the object in his hand, Tech raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Hold on," he muttered to himself, turning the item over in his palm. Upon closer inspection, it became evident that it wasn't a stray screw at all, but rather a piece of jewelry—a stud earring, to be precise. Intrigued, Tech glanced around his immediate surroundings, searching for any other anomalies, but found nothing amiss.

Glancing at the cot hanging on the opposite wall of the Marauder he had no doubt the earring was yours. The question lay in how it found its way into his cot. Closing his fist around the stud and setting aside his projects, Tech left his cot to grab his datapad. Once in hand, he settled back into his usual spot, plugging into the dataport next to his cot, and began sifting through the camera footage.

While Tech seldom needed to review the recordings, he was meticulous in his examination. As the footage played, he focused intently, scouring for any unexpected visitors in his personal space.

It didn’t take long for him to find the clip. More than 30 rotations ago, you appeared on screen, settling onto the edge of his cot, looked towards the exit, and pulled yourself fully up into the bunk. Mimicking your actions, Tech leaned out to survey the area for any potential interruptions before returning his attention to the footage, his curiosity piqued.

As Tech continued to watch the footage, he observed your relaxed demeanor as you settled into his space, making yourself at home. Your hands explored the surroundings, tracing the sketches adorning the wall and the edges of his bed before coming to rest on your stomach. Tech glanced at the pillow beside him, surprised he hadn’t picked up on your scent.

In the video, you leaned back, seemingly preparing to relax, prompting Tech's curiosity to peak. He watched intently as you closed your eyes briefly, a fleeting moment of apparent calm. However, your fingers soon began to fidget, and your eyes opened again, scanning over his drawings. Tech observed with a mixture of fascination and perplexity as you pulled your shirt from your pants, revealing the skin below your navel.

Tech didn’t have time to consider what you were doing before your hands got to work on your pants. Adjusting his goggles and bringing the datapad closer to his face, he watched intently as you deftly worked on your pants, effortlessly opening them just enough for your hand to slip inside. Even through the fabric, the movements of your fingers were unmistakable

Tech reared back slightly, his mind racing with thoughts. He paused the video, freezing the image of you lost in your own touch, unaware of the camera recording your actions. His thumb wandered along your silhouette, he’d witnessed you sleeping and caught you off guard on occasion but this felt very different.

Although you were technically intruding upon his personal space, Tech reasoned that you likely believed you were not being watched. Holding his breath, he hesitated for a moment before pressing play, eager to see how the situation would unfold.

Tech's eyes widened as a mixture of disbelief and arousal washing over him. Your actions were intimate in a way he hasn’t expected. His hand instinctively moved to adjust his goggles, his focus unwavering on the datapad screen as you continued.

Your hand dove farther into your pants while your free hand slid up your body and onto your chest. The hand on your chest mirrored a moment he couldn't forget—the moment he had separated you and Crosshair by means of a hand Crosshair’s shoulder and another your chest.

He heard you hushedly moan, “Tech.” The way you said his name sent a shiver down Tech's spine, his heart rate quickening in response.

He hesitated for a brief moment, torn between shutting off the video and continuing to watch. It wasn't until he felt the undeniable strain against his own pants that Tech finally forced himself to pause the recording. His mind raced as he pieced together the timeline of this event, recalling the mission with the 501st that had stirred up unresolved feelings and tension between you and the Bad Batch.

Tech watched you in his cot and a small smile came to him. Evidently it was his touch that had the most impact. With a thoughtful expression, he uncurled his hand, the stud earring still nestled within his palm. Casting a glance at the concealed microcamera, Tech knew he had to handle this situation delicately.

As he pondered his next move, Tech considered the whereabouts of his teammates. Echo and Hunter were engaged in a meeting with a Jedi general, Crosshair and Wrecker were occupied restocking supplies, and you had taken on the task of handling rations. You made it clear you were only handling the rations this time.

Glancing at the time displayed on his datapad, Tech calculated that you would soon be returning. With a sense of anticipation, he tapped the corner of his datapad, preparing himself for your imminent arrival.

He pinched the earring between his thumb and forefinger to place it on your pillow. Unplugging from the dataport, Tech went to stand in the Marauder’s doorway. Leaning against the frame, he appeared engrossed in his datapad, though his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of your impending return.

As he scrolled through the datapad, Tech played out various scenarios in his mind, preparing himself for the interaction to come. He wanted to handle the situation with finesse, ensuring that neither of you felt uncomfortable or embarrassed.

Soon enough, he spotted you approaching, a hovercart laden with rations in tow. Your smile was warm as you greeted him, not at all surprised to find him waiting. You chuckled lightly as you shook your head, teasing him by saying, "Guess I shouldn't be surprised you're already done with your tinkering," you remarked, your tone affectionate.

Tech remained focused on his datapad initially, not looking up as you approached. "I've told you, it's not 'tinkering,'" he reiterated, his tone matter-of-fact. With a casual push off the doorframe, he straightened up. "Besides, there's another matter that has arisen, and I require your assistance with it."

You leaned casually on the handles of the hovercart, feigning nonchalance. "My help? Must be pretty desperate," you teased, eliciting a bored, almost annoyed look from Tech. Chuckling at his reaction, you urged him to lead the way, pushing the cart toward the ship. "Fine, fine. Let's get whatever it is over with."

Following Tech inside, you watched curiously as he handed you his datapad. He retrieved a long cord from beneath his cot and plugged it into the device and the dataport beside his cot. Pointing towards your cot opposite his, he instructed, "You may sit there."

You followed Tech's suggestion and settled into your cot as he maneuvered into his bunk, opening a panel beside the dataport. "I need to calibrate a camera I installed in my bunk.”

The word 'camera' caught you off guard, and you struggled to maintain your composure, your surprise barely contained to a single raised eyebrow. "Since when do you have a camera in your bunk?" you asked, trying to sound casual despite the rush flooding your mind. Inside, you felt a sense of panic at the implications of what might be hidden in the camera's memory. Your heart raced as a live feed of Tech working on the datapad panel appeared on the screen, confirming your suspicions.

"For playback purposes when I make repairs," Tech said with a shrug of a shoulder. "It can prove useful for reference purposes. However, I've never found the need for it," he added with a smirk of triumph.

Internally, a wave of relief hit you. It seemed that Tech had never bothered to review the footage, which eased your earlier concerns. "So, you just have a constant recording going?" you asked, trying to sound bored.

Tech shook his head, scoffing at the suggestion. "That would be unnecessary," he replied. "The camera is motion-activated. Recording only initiates when someone moves in front of it. Even I would find it tedious to scour a constant feed for a single event.”

You nodded, your attention fixed on the screen as you watched Tech's movements. The camera panned smoothly, capturing every adjustment he made. "I'm not sure what I am looking for, but the view looks fine," you said.

“Sarad.” The mention of the Mando’an nickname caught you off guard and put you on high alert.

“Hmm?" you responded, feigning nonchalance as you hummed out a reply. Onscreen, Tech closed the wall panel and settled back into his cot, positioning himself to face the camera directly. His gaze locked onto the lens, and even through the video feed, you felt the weight of his stare, a subtle kind of eye contact.

"I believe I found something of yours, it is on your pillow" Tech said, pointing towards you as he addressed you directly. Your gaze followed his gesture, and sure enough, there it was—a tiny stud earring perched on your pillow. You brightened at the sight, recognizing your lost jewelry.

Ditching the datapad, you plucked the earring and returned it to its rightful place in your ear. You beamed at Tech, who was now looking directly at you. “Tech, thank you! I thought it was lost for good.” Already forgetting the previous circumstances, you asked, “How in the stars did you find it?”

Tech's gaze softened as he watched you reclaim your earring, a subtle smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I stumbled upon it recently during my ‘tinkering’ as you say."

Your beaming dimmed with a bit of confusion as he continued, "It was nestled in an unexpected place—in my cot, of all locations." He paused, allowing the implication of his words to sink in.

A short, nervous laugh bubbled out of you. "In your cot? How did it end up there?" you asked in a bad play confusion. You suddenly knew exactly how you came to lose it.

Tech's eyes narrowed as he soaked in your reactions. He was committing this interaction to memory. Never having experienced exchanges like the ones you two shared, and with nothing to relate it to, he found himself struggling to predict the next outcome.

He cleared his throat before speaking. "Actually," he began, his tone betraying amusement, “I do have an idea of how it ended up in my cot." Pausing for a moment to gauge your reaction, he continued, "You see, while reviewing the camera footage for the earring’s orgins, I happened to come across a rather fascinating incident."

"It seems that during a moment of relaxation, you may have inadvertently misplaced your earring," he explained, choosing his words carefully. His eyes dipped for a blink as he practically purred, "It was quite captivating, really.”

Tech noticed the hastening of your breaths and the familiar red blotches blossoming up your neck. The corner of his lips twitched in rhythm with his fingers.

Despite the temptation, he knew it wasn't the time for such impulses. He resisted the urge to reach out and feel the warm flush of your skin. He found himself wondering how you would react, but he pushed aside those thoughts.

You sat there wide eyed with an anxiety induced smile stuck in place. No words came to mind, all you could imagine was what kind of expression Tech had while he watched you.

“How much did you see?”

“May I ask you something?” He completely ignored your question, too engrossed in dissecting the situation for it to register. You squeaked out a yes and he asked, “What you did in my cot…” He leaned forward, hands on his knees, “Do you do that in the others’ cots?”

He’d asked you something similar in the past. About whether you reacted to his brothers the way you did him. If he knew of the ache between your legs his intense watch was causing, well that would be his answer.

Your breaths became heavier and your tongue still felt like lead when you said, “You don’t like that idea. Do you?”

Tech considered the concept for a moment. “That is irrelevant to my question.”

You sensed his hesitation, but you needed a definitive answer before proceeding with your plans. "Amuse me," you urged, pushing him gently for a response.

As Tech's gaze momentarily flickered away, a serious expression crossed his features. “I have no say in where you choose to… relax.” After a brief pause to compose himself, he adjusted his goggles and met your gaze again. “But no. Hearing you’ve done so in other cots is not something I would enjoy.”

“Are you angry with me for what I did?”

Tech's response was immediate and straightforward. "No," he replied, his puzzlement evident in his tone.

“May I show you something?” You were on your feet and in front of him before the question was finished.

In response to your abrupt question, Tech found himself slightly taken aback. "I-I suppose so,"Tech watched as you undid your pants, mirroring the actions he had witnessed in the recording. However, this time, instead of proceeding as before, your hands settled beside you.

He stared at the little spot of abdomen peeking out. Keeping his head still, Tech raised his eyes to meet yours, a question evident in his expression.

There was a moment of silent understanding between you, mutual acknowledgment of the question hanging in the air. Tech's analytical mind raced, seeking to decipher the meaning behind your actions, yet he remained composed, awaiting your response with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue.

“Take off a glove, Tech.”

He didn’t break eye contact as he lifted his right hand and pulled at each finger until the glove was off. Bracing a hand on the bunk above him, you leaned down to reach for his hand. An inch away, you stopped. Tech was so careful with you. Getting clear consent and understanding before even touching you. You wanted to afford him the same thing.

Your stomach fluttered as you confessed, “It happened only once outside of my own bed.” He swallowed upon hearing that, fueling you to continue. “The thought of you, Tech, makes my body react in a way it doesn’t for others.”

Obliviousness was not a characteristic of Tech’s. Certain social cues were lost on him, but he was the most intelligent man you’d ever met. He could read between the lines and he was. Tech’s hand closed the small gap to lay palm side up in your hand.

“I require a better understanding of what you mean.” Without speaking you guided his hand to the cusp of your pants, his fingers barely touching the patch of exposed abdomen.

The surprise on his face only encouraged your rising fever. “If you want a better understanding,” You leaned into his touch, “You’ll have to get one for yourself.”

In the thralls of discovery, a ravenous look consumes Tech and that was the expression spiraling over him in that moment.. He put his left hand on your hip, pulling you slightly lower while, at the same time, angling his hand between your pants and your body and right between your legs. His touch took your breath away.

His middle finger smoothed over your skin and hit the wetness dripping out of you. He pressed another finger over your slick entrance and pulled a soft noise from you.

“This is unexpected.” Tech’s face was vibrantly proud. It was that cocky self confidence that made you weak kneed in the first place. “I rather like it.” He applied more pressure and his fingers began to dip inside of you.

Your knees bent at the touch, your body begging for more. It worked to the point of getting his fingers farther inside. Tech responded by curling the two fingers into you and pulling you forward. The grip you had on the bunk above was the only thing keeping you from collapsing to the ground. When his fingers started to move, that life line nearly snapped.

“I didn’t watch your recording very long.” Tech admitted while his free hand moved to grip your ass. He gently squeezed your ass and said, “This is something I wanted to observe first hand.”

“You wanted this?” Your question came out in a whine, you could barely think of anything other than the fact Tech was fingering you.

Tech buried his fingers deeper, “Oh, most definitely.” At this point, his hand was about the only thing keeping you on your feet. The angle of his palm made it so he was constantly brushing against your clit, making it hard to stay standing. He felt your knees wobble and he tugged your forward again, fingers still working inside of you.

You fell into him, hands on his shoulders and a shin over his thigh. The sounds you were making for him, only for him as he was constantly reminding himself, were working him into a frenzy as well. He wanted more, he needed to know what other faces you would make for him. What sounds he could pull from you as he played with you.

With each careful movement of his fingers, Tech observed the subtle shifts in your expression, the moments when your eyes fluttered closed or your breath caught in your throat. He adjusted his touch accordingly, seeking to provide you with the perfect balance of pressure and release.

You had long since lost yourself in the sensation of his touch, your gaze drifting away as you surrendered to the pleasure coursing through your body. It had been years since you had felt this kind of intimacy. It was with a member of the 501st and it had never felt as intense as this moment with Tech.

Tech studied you far more than you realized. Learning how you worked and what you liked was intoxicating him. This was no different. He had no relevant experience with such intimacies, but he was priding himself on learning your body. You’d never have guessed this was his first time with the way his fingers strung you along.

His middle finger curled into a soft spot on your wall, sending a jolt through you. You leaned farther into him, panting into his ear. “Tech, you can’t keep doing that.”

Tech barely let off the pressure. Instead he rolled his finger into the spot over and over, coaxing you to tighten around him and collapse. You were straddling him at this point and, with his free hand anchoring you in place with a firm grip on your ass, release was rushing towards you. “I’ve barely done anything yet.” The timbre in his voice sent a shudder through you.

You pulled back and held his face in your hands. “Tech,” his name came out in a whine. “I don’t want the first time you see me like this to be on your fingers.” Your mouth hung open in a soft moan.

Tech’s gloved hand flew to your face to hook a thumb into your mouth. He drew your face closer to his, his voice dropping to a low, almost teasing tone. "Too bad," he murmured, his words laced with playful defiance.

He gripped you with whole hand, his palm working into your clit while his fingers kept up their pace. The combination made you see stars as heat burst through you. Pleasure shot from your core to every nerve in your body. You arched into him and you rode out your climax on his hand. His hand moved over your mouth, his thumb now wet with your saliva.

You pushed his hand off your mouth, it fell to your back, and you caught his lips in a kiss. It quickly became a hungry dance between you. The pressure of the kiss was almost bruising, but neither of you cared about air at the moment. As you licked and nipped at his lips, Tech quickly followed your rhythm until you pulled his tongue into yours for a gentle suck. He groaned at the sensation and couldn’t stop the thought of what else might find its way into your mouth.

Gradually, Tech slowed his fingers and the kiss faded into soft exchanges. Tech was withdrawing his hand when the kiss finally broke completely and you both were left panting.

Tech’s gloved hand casually cradled the small of your back as he shifted your weight onto his left leg. He brought the fingers, still slick with you, to his mouth to suck on the tips. He smirked at your blatant surprise, gave his hand a wipe on his cot, and set it on your thigh.

“With your permission, I’d like to refer back to this particular recording in the future.”

It took a moment to shake off the haze of pleasure and remember the camera. You shifted your focus to the lens, then leaned in, your voice barely above a whisper. “Only if you touch me like that again.” Satisfied with your playful tease, you attempted to lean back, but Tech's firm grip held your head in place. His lips brushed against your ear.

In a quiet, firm voice he promised. “That was only the beginning.”

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iamburdened · 21 hours

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Me again! Please can I request some HC’s with the bad batch and how they react to reader (gn or female) accidentally crawling into the boys bunk at night 😂

Accidental Sleeping Arrangements

All Bad Batch Boys X GN!Reader

How the boys react to you accidentally crawling into their bunk at night.

warnings: Fluff, comfort, cuddles, some moody boys, gender neutral reader. Can be read as romantic or platonic.

Echo 💤

The first time:

As you slid into his bunk accidentally that evening, he was thoroughly bewildered. He had jolted awake and sat upright, observing your exhausted form snuggling against him, eyelids heavy with fatigue.

With tactful gentleness, he roused you from your slumber, delicately shaking you to bring you back to awareness. "Hey, um, you're in my bunk, trooper."

Your eyes flickered open, adjusting to the dim light, and a muttered curse escaped your lips as you retreated, cheeks warming with embarrassment. "Sorry, Echo," you apologized, slipping out of his bunk. "I must be completely drained," you sheepishly confessed.

"It's alright. I just didn't want to startle you by waking up to my face," he commented. You glance at him with a furrow forming on your brow before you shook your head.

"I doubt I'd be bothered by that..." your words trailed off, potentially carrying unintended flirtation. Echo's eyes widened slightly, his hand instinctively moving to the back of his neck, a clear sign of slight shyness at your words.

"Anyway," you say abruptly, spinning on your heel. "Sorry about that."

Echo simply nodded, silently observing as you retreated to your own bunk, leaving him with a sudden chill in the air, now yearning for the warmth you briefly brought beside him.

The second time:

With a tired yawn, Echo wearily approaches his bunk a few nights later, only to halt in surprise at the sight of someone curled up inside. Upon closer inspection, he realises it's you again, presenting him with a slight dilemma.

Despite his weariness, Echo knows he needs rest, and while your bunk is an option, his own provides the perfect setup for his cybernetics, ensuring he's at his best for the next day's duties.

Letting out a small sigh, hoping you wouldn't mind, he settles on the edge of his bunk and gently wakes you. "Hey, you're in my bunk again," he murmurs softly.

You stir, meeting his gaze before cringing slightly. "Again? I'm so sorry," you begin to rise, but his hand on your shoulder stops you.

"You can stay, but I'd also like to get some sleep... if you, uh, catch my meaning," he hints with a faint smile, hoping you understand.

"Oh," you blush, considering for a moment. "Well, I hope you don't mind sharing."

"Not at all," he reassures, his tone gentle as you make space. He lies beside you, and before long, you drift back to sleep. Echo finds solace in the rhythm of your soft snores, gradually succumbing to sleep himself... though waking up to find you both cuddling is a surprise he hadn't anticipated, yet one he welcomes warmly.

Hunter 💤

The first time:

When Hunter awoke to find you crawling into his bunk, confusion gripped him. Instantly alert, his hands tensed, ready to confront any potential intruder, but his apprehension melted away as he recognised you.

He lay there in silence, contemplating his next move.

While a part of him felt inclined to let you sleep, considering your recent exhaustion, he couldn't shake the concern of startling you upon awakening to find him beside you.

After ensuring you were deeply asleep, he carefully extricated himself from the occupied bunk, making sure not to disturb you.

Once free, he couldn't suppress a soft chuckle as he observed you, peacefully snuggled into his pillow, emitting gentle snores. “Sleep well.” He whispered to you before leaving you to rest.

He made a mental note to address the situation in the morning, but perhaps it’s better left unsaid since you’ll know your error when you woke up.

The second time:

As you woke up to find yourself in Hunter's bunk, mortification swept over you. Yet, when you encountered Hunter in the cockpit, he didn't mention a word about it, instead offering you a drink of caf.

A small part of you entertained the idea that perhaps he was unaware of the nighttime intrusion. However, your suspicions were confirmed a few nights later.

Fatigued and not paying attention to your surroundings, you headed towards what you thought was your bunk and climbed inside, only to be surprised by the presence of another person. "Hunter, what're you doing?" you blurt out, eyes widening in disbelief.

"I could ask you the same question," he chuckles, adjusting his position and turning to face you. "This is my bunk."

Blinking in realisation, you glance around, confirming his assertion. "Oh," you laugh sheepishly, "I thought this was mine."

His smile is gentle, his eyes gleaming faintly in the dim light. "You're more than welcome to stay," he offers casually, though he soon realizes the potential implications of his words. "If you want to, that is."

A part of you knows you should return to your own bunk, yet there's an inexplicable pull keeping you there. "Well, I'm all comfy now..." you hint with a small smile.

He nods, turning his gaze away and closing his eyes. "Me too. Sleep well."

It took you a moment to fall asleep but just like how Hunter didn’t tell you that you had slept in his bunk first initially, you won’t tell him how he pulls you into his body as he slept and held you close throughout the night. Not that you seemed to mind.

Wrecker 💤

The first time:

"Wrecker, you scared me! What are you doing in my bunk?" you exclaimed, startled by the unexpected intrusion.

As you thought you were settling into your bunk for the night, using your hands to navigate through the darkness, you accidentally crawled onto something large and hard.

Assuming it was just your sheets bunched up, you attempted to smooth it out, only to be met with a small yelp that made your heart skip a beat.

"Huh?" Wrecker groggily emerged from his sleep cocoon, rubbing his eyes. "This is my bunk, isn't it?"

"No, I'm pretty sure it's mine," you asserted, but as Wrecker shifted in the bunk and reached under the blanket, he pulled out his beloved Lula.

"Oh. Maybe not then." You felt pretty embarrassed by your mistake, but Wrecker didn't seem to mind at all.

"It's alright, thought I was going to get an extra cuddle buddy for a second there!" he chuckled heartily, waving Lula in your face. His laughter filled the room, and you couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through you at the thought of being Wrecker's "cuddle buddy," though you weren't entirely sure if he was joking.

Deciding not to dwell on it further and eager to avoid keeping Wrecker awake any longer, you offered a meek apology before retreating to your actual bunk. As you settled in, you couldn't shake the image of Wrecker's playful grin from your mind.

The second time:

Wrecker stared down at his bunk, finding it already occupied with not much room left for him. You were snoozing away, oblivious to his dilemma. Wrecker knew he could be a bit of a grouch without his sleep, so he decided to gently prod you awake.

"Hey," he nudged you, rousing you from your slumber. "Is this you asking to be my cuddle buddy?"

You stirred awake, blinking in confusion as you glanced at him. It was then that you noticed Lula on the pillow next to your head. "Oh shoot, sorry Wrecker," you sighed groggily, just wanting to fall back asleep into the warmth of his bunk.

"It's alrigh’," he chuckled softly, his deep voice filling the room with warmth. "But uh... I kinda need to sleep."

"Then come cuddle next to me," the words slipped out before you realized what you were saying, but you didn't want to take them back either. The thought of Wrecker's warmth beside you was oddly comforting.

Wrecker was surprised for a moment, his eyes widening slightly, before a soft smile spread across his face. Without hesitation, he slung his armor off and crawled into the space beside you. "Are ya sure about this?"

"Mhm," you replied sleepily, your arms spreading over his chest as you nestled into him like a log warming a fire. "You're warm."

Wrecker smiled to himself, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him as he closed his eyes, feeling your steady breathing against his chest.

Tech 💤

The first time:

Sleep was not a common occurrence for Tech, so when he made the rare decision to nestle down for the night, he wasn't too perturbed to find you asleep in his allocated spot.

He paused for a moment, considering whether to wake you, but recalling your exhausted state earlier, he reasoned that you wouldn't have intentionally taken his bunk.

Instead, he quietly observed the peaceful rise and fall of your chest, noting the serenity that graced your features, before silently retreating back to the cockpit where he remained awake for the night once again.

"Tech, why didn't you wake me? I feel terrible," you expressed your guilt that next morning upon discovering that you had accidentally slept in his bunk, leaving him to forego his own rest.

"That is not necessary. You were tired, and I can always keep my mind occupied with tasks or reading intel," he replied in his usual composed manner, peering at you over his datapad. "I shall assume this was a one-time occurrence, and my bunk shall be my own again tonight."

“Yes, of course," you nodded, your expression reflecting genuine concern as you offered another apology before preparing for the demanding day ahead. Despite Tech's assurances, the weight of your unintended intrusion lingered.

The second time:

It just so happened to be the next night that you found yourself once again interrupting Tech's sleep. Moving through the dark ship with heavy eyes and a yawn on your lips, it was no surprise that you once again miscounted where your bunk was and crawled into the wrong one.

Your head hit the pillow, and your eyes shut as the warmth of the bed enveloped you. However, despite the comfort, a small flickering light kept intruding upon your consciousness, prompting your eyes to flutter open. At first, you didn't register the source, but as you turned your head to the right, your eyes widened in realisation: Tech laying there on his datapad, as if nothing had happened.

"Tech, what... am I...?" you began, your voice trailing off as confusion clouded your thoughts.

"In the wrong bunk?" he interjected calmly, settling his datapad down and gazing down at you. His goggles rested atop his head, allowing you to see the brightness of his eyes in the dark. "That is correct."

You sit up, feeling a rush of embarrassment flood over you, and run your hand over your face in frustration. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's up with me.”

Tech raises a single brow, his expression softened with genuine concern. "Perhaps in the morning, I should run some tests if you will allow me?" he suggests softly, his voice carrying a hint of worry. "But for now, I suggest you get some sleep."

Nodding in agreement, you reluctantly pull the blanket off your body, preparing to retreat to your own bunk. However, before you can make your escape, Tech's hand gently rests on your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks.

"You are free to continue sleeping in my bunk tonight if you find it comfortable," he offers unexpectedly, his gesture of kindness catching you off guard.

"What, really?" you respond, turning to face him, searching his eyes for confirmation.

With a nod, Tech reclines back and retrieves his datapad. "Yes, really. I do not mind."

"But what if I keep you awake again?" you voice your concern.

"Do not worry about me," he reassures softly, a warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Now, get some rest before I give you a lecture about the benefits of getting sleep."

You chuckle softly at his remark before settling, finding comfort in his understanding demeanor. As you prepare to drift off into slumber, you can't help but feel thankful for Tech's compassion and generosity.

In the quiet of the night, you woke up only once, feeling Tech's arm drape gently across your body. Yet, instead of feeling unsettled, you found comfort in his presence.

Crosshair 💤

The first time:

As you prepared to settle in for the night after a long day, exhaustion clouded your judgment, leading you to absentmindedly crawl into a bunk without much thought. However, your relaxation was short-lived as you were startled by a gravelly voice beside you.

"What are you doing?" The abrupt question made you jump, and you inadvertently knocked your head against the top of the bunk in surprise.

"What am I doing? What the kriff are you doing?" you retorted in annoyance, rubbing your sore head as Crosshair sat up beside you, his expression stern in the dim light.

"I'll think you'll find this is my bunk," he hissed, his sharp gaze piercing through the darkness. As you glanced across the room, you realised your mistake—the bunk you were in wasn't yours.

"Oh."

"Yes. Oh. Now get out before I drag you out," he threatened, though you could tell it was more playful than serious.

"Alright, alright, keep your hair on," you sighed as you obediently crawled out of his bunk, feeling the absence of warmth as you departed.

Crosshair grumbled under his breath and rolled back onto his side to sleep, while you mentally chided yourself for the blunder, making sure you never accidentally try to sleep in his bunk again.

The second time:

You're exhausted, your head throbbing with the relentless ache of sleep deprivation from the past few days, and you've reached the point where you don't care where you sleep anymore. And that includes Crosshair's bunk.

As you settle down on the edge of his bunk, the closest one available, you feel the weight of his gaze on your back, following your movements as you swing your legs around and lay down. "What are you doing?" his voice cuts through the silence, tinged with irritation.

You don't reply, simply closing your eyes as you allow the fatigue to wash over you, hoping for a moment's respite.

"This is my bunk," he asserts firmly, his agitation evident, but as you remain silent, his annoyance shifts to confusion.

"Are you... alright?" he inquires, concern creeping into his voice.

You shake your head softly, and you hear him sigh, but he doesn't press you further. Nor does he demand that you leave.

As sleep begins to claim you, Crosshair remains awake for a while, his thoughts swirling. In his mind, he tells himself that this is a one-time occurrence.

Yet, if you're upset and in need of somewhere to rest for a while, he doesn't mind if you sleep next to him again. After all, it turns out to be the best sleep he's had in a while too.

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iamburdened · 23 hours

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some tech doodles i thought up :))

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iamburdened · 23 hours

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this picture is so funny to me it looks like a family on a roadtrip. aaron and elle are the exhausted parents, reid is the annoying backseat driver, and garcia is the ipad kid

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iamburdened · 23 hours

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pls why is this so funny to me😭

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iamburdened · 23 hours

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Tech's goggles always made me hc him as dyslexic, so here he is in the new shirt Phee got him

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iamburdened · 23 hours

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Hilarious random Bad Batch headcanon:

Whenever they know an explosion is about to go off, someone yells “Earmuffs!” and the person closest to Omega will grab her and get their hands over her ears before the explosion goes off. This is to give her as much ear protection as possible and to mitigate whatever potential hearing loss she might acquire because she doesn’t have the same protection their helmets give them.

Wrecker doing Explosion!Earmuffs is hysterical because his hands are just so comically large in comparison to Omega’s head.

Echo usually winds up wrapping his left arm around her head and pulling her into him to do a modified Explosion!Earmuffs.

Hunter will also use his whole body to protect Omega while he’s doing Explosion!Earmuffs. (Protective Dad is going to protective.)

Tech is a bit more of a spider monkey and gets Omega wrapped up safely with his arms as he’s doing Explosion!Earmuffs.

Crosshair, when he rejoins, is more straightforward. He just gets his hands over her ears when he realizes what “Earmuffs!” means.

And sometimes, it gets extra funny when the situation is super chaotic.

Something is about to blow up. Everyone yells, “Earmuffs!” at once and dives for Omega. Once the explosion goes off and the dust settles, Omega is in the middle of a pile of her brothers with their hands layering over her ears. When asked if she’s okay, she just smiles sweetly and goes, “I’m fine.”

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iamburdened · 1 day

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The time traveler is me who haven’t seen TBB 3 yet 😭😭

Me: and then Rampart helped the Bad Batch find Mt. Tantiss

Time traveler from 2021 who just wanted to find out if Crosshair reunites with the Batch:

Seriously, try explaining this to our past selves. We’d never guess

#please tag it as season 3 it has kept us from spoilers so far #tbb season 3 #season 3 spoilers

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I’m literally such a dumbass. HUGE (mini?) CROSSHAIR INSIGHT (This is spoiler safe 💕)

I’ve always glazed over the extra little piece over Crosshair’s chest plate on his Bad Batch armor. Always just thought "oh, his armor design is cool and unique."

IT'S LITERALLY A CUSHION FOR THE STOCK OF HIS RIFLE FOR THE RECOIL.

I've shot some rifles here and there and GD your shoulder gets sore from getting punched with the recoil, no matter how good you are at compensating/bracing. Even with his katarn-class armor, I'm sure it wouldn't be comfy. Because Crosshair is the only clone we really see with something like this, I'm going to assume it's not standard-issue. Which then means he went to Space-JoAnn's or raided the GAR supply closet for some scraps and arts-and-crafts-ed it himself.

Then I noticed his Empire armor doesn’t have that cushion. Yes de-individualization, but it’s also an indication that the Empire doesn’t care about any discomfort/pain that Crosshair may suffer from his rifle recoil. I can’t with this 😭

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk 😭🫠

also tagging some friends who witnessed this epiphany/may be interested since I added a few things lmao

@arctrooper69 @photogirl894 @probadbatch @moonstrider9904 @freesia-writes @totallyunidentified @starrylothcat @griffedeloup @nahoney22 @dragonrider9905 @starqueensthings @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius

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iamburdened · 2 days

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Eight Shades of Blue and the Touch of Orange

Rating: 18+ Minory do NOT read

Pairing: 501st x fem!reader x Cody

Wordcount: 12k

Warnings: Holy shit, I have no excuse. Smut, porn with plot and feelings, anything your heart desires, piv, oral, anal, 69, shower sex, softness, first sex, voyeurism, NO interaction between clones!

A/N: OP 2022/04/22

Summary: One kiss led to another - and eventually to much more. You've always wanted to know what they hide under their armors - they are more than willing to show you.

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What was that damn number again?

Another beep as you insert the access code to your apartment with trembling fingers, wrong for the second time.

“Hey, you don’t have to do this, if you are unsure about it.” A warm hand lays upon yours, easing your trepidation. Rex stands next to you, giving you a reassuring smile. You look up to him, reciprocating his smile, yet yours more…nervous.

“I…I know. I am sure… I want to,” you answer him, before glancing over your shoulder.

There they are! Eight more men, neatly lined up in the hallway, waiting for you to cross that invisible line and ready to follow you, not only into your apartment but also into sensual pleasure.

Seeing them like this has something calming. The gentle touch of Rex beside you even more….

When you enter the access code for the third time, your door springs open.

You've been contemplating this arrangement the whole way back from 79's…. Ever since Cody's eyes locked on you and you got your head around what he had asked you for. You’d just nodded silently but he’d required words. You had told him that you would indeed still be able to tell them apart if they…. huh.. Oh Maker! Just the thought of them going down on you, sends the butterflies wild in your tummy. But is it what you really want?

Now they are here in your apartment, your realm. You watch them as they look around, getting to know you better by the way you live. Another step towards something that was emerging tonight, from casual friendship to... something different, something… more profound. It wasn’t just kisses…

Even this morning you would have thought it impossible that even one of them would ever visit your apartment. Now you have them all.

Back when you met it was nothing more than a boozy night at 79's. It became several. You hit it off with each other ever since, shared drinks and laughter, turned the few hours between deployments into happy moments.You had been very careful not to let them see how entranced you were with them for fear of distressing them or compromising your friendship. You wouldn't have guessed they just did the same.

“Make yourself comfortable” you suggest.

You watch your boys in blue undress.They put every piece of their armors on top of the other in the same succession, some more neatly some more messy. By the time they finish, all of them stand before you in their tight black underclothes. Still completely covered, but the stretchy fabric doesn’t hide the shape of their muscles any more. They look so soft. You want to touch them, caress them... you don't want them to have just another competition.

“I don’t want to place the second bet,” you finally utter.

All eyes on you again, but this time regret was evident on nine faces, and the assurance that whatever you want, they'll be okay with it. Suddenly your mouth is dry, your heart pounding like mad. You know what you want to say, and yet you have difficulty finding the right words.

Just when Cody is about to say something, you speak on: “ I want to see you… touch you… feel you. And I want you to do the same to me. Each of you in your own special way…

I want you to make love to me.”

At first your voice is low, barely audible, too embarrassed to voice your desires, but it grows stronger with every word you speak. As you say the last sentence, your eyes are fixed on Rex, your cheeks prickling with heat. You aren’t able to breathe or look away from him, and neither is he. He slowly closes the distance between the two of you.

“Anything you want, my love.”

"Did you mean what you said to me? Just before you kissed me?" You have to ask, even if you already know, or rather feel the answer deep inside your guts.

"Every word I said," his voice soft, saturated with sincerity.

"Then make your dreams come true," you coo, barely more than whisper, “...and mine.” As you lock eyes with him, your warm breath is deliberately fanning across his face.

There is this moment of silence, heavy with unspoken words of endearment- as if only the two of you would be left in your crowded apartment. One more look into your pleading eyes is all it takes for him to gently clasp your waist and pull you close to him as his body moves to melt against you. His dexterous fingers tug at a strap of your dress, pulling it down ever so gently and over your shoulder, repeating the motion with the other. The thin fabric slowly slides down, still spread out over your chest, your hardened buds protruding through the thin fabric. His mouth waters at the sight…A little push, and your dress drops silently to the ground and pools around your ankles. Just another, and your soaked panty joins the pile of obtrusive clothes. Rex slowly crouches down, his gaze never leaving you, as he’s helping you out of your shoes and setting them aside.The way you look at him and nervously chew on your lower lip has his mind drifting.

Rex can still remember how good it had felt pulling you close and having you lean against him.Your soft body against the rigid armor, giving him hope that life can offer him more than pain and suffering after all. He wants more of that feeling. More of you. He needs to take care of you. As he rises again, unfolding to his full size, he hears you catch your breath and a soft chuckle leaves his lips. But as soon as you press your palms up against his chest, he goes silent. “I want to look at you,” Rex hears you say, watching you wondrous and baffled as you strip off his under armor suit.

The dim light of your apartment reflects on his contours and enhances the beauty of the clone in front you even more. You’ve never dared to dream to see him like this, yet here he is. Smiling silently to yourself, you slowly move your hands along the curve of his sturdy chest, following the lines of his muscles. You gingerly trace the outline of a huge scar with your fingers and let them linger there for a moment, his heartbeat evident beneath your fingertips, before gently sliding further up. His muscles subtly flex under your touch. Suddenly something in that situation makes you feel impossibly small, the focus of his attention, the wanton gazes from his watching brothers almost overwhelming. So while his hands settle on your hips once more and gently squeezing your naked flesh, you take a step forward, nestling against him and let him lead you to devotion.

“Mine,” Rex whispers, looking down at your body, his bare erection pressing against the soft flesh of your belly.

And all of a sudden he’s crowding you backwards, gently pushing you over to the edge of your couch on which Jesse is sitting. You tumble and fall backwards onto the seating surface, caught off guard - how can he be so calm and devotive in one second and in the next you can feel his heat and desire. You see him lowering himself in front of you, his knees making a soft noise as he drops to the floor. The hungry expression in his eyes, killing any surprised comment you might have given. Captain Rex - on his knees. Just for you!

A confident smirk on his lips, Rex lets himself indulge in the sight of you as you’re lolling your head backwards, melting into the softness of the cushions. You close your eyes when he cups your calves and his palms meet your warm skin. He finds himself wishing to get lost in your warmth as his fingers slowly travel further up, drawing patterns on the outsides of your thighs. With every inch he’s coming closer to the object of his desire, your quiet sighs getting louder and louder. He brings his hands back down and around your thighs, his thumbs curling just above your knees. With gentle pressure he spreads your legs… Your breath hitches audibly, but all he can concentrate on is the moist glimmer of your arousal, your sweet sex blooming for him… Kriff, you look beautiful like this!

He squeezes his hands at your thighs and slowly opens you up wider, subtly coming closer. But instead of giving in to his desire just yet, he brushes along your glistening folds with his nose, so featherlight, breathing you in. For a moment he indulges your scent, dreaming of what is about to come. He's taking in the way your hips rock forward, urging him to give you something to feel… Yes, you want him, just as he wants you… And eventually he leans in, his tongue creeping out, tenderly fluttering over your puffy nub. Rex growls low in his throat, his eyes flutter shut as he, finally, tastes you like he has wanted for so long.

"R-Rexxx…" you breathe his name, and he has never heard something as beautiful as this.

Almost desperately, your arms thrust out and your fingers grasp for his short hair, your nails scratching his scalp. Stars! If this is heaven, he'd be willing to die. Having you lay in front of him, his face buried between your legs… he's learning you this way: your heat, your taste, the sweet sounds of your pleasure - the breaths and gasps falling from your lips. His weeping cock twitching at the sheer lasciviousness. He's swirling his tongue around your swollen clit in achingly slow circles, feeling your arousal oozing out of you and moistening his lips. He wants to drown in you. Maybe you'll give him some more… Slowly he’s sheathing two of his fingers deep inside your heat.

Your walls clamp around his fingers and Rex loses himself in the thought, how you'd feel around his cock. But not this time. Almost absentmindedly, he pulls out, his fingers coated with your lucent pleasure and then pushes them back in again, time and again, slow and steady, until your moans getting louder and your hips arching up, tracing his touch. He needs you to cum like he needs air to breathe. His lips envelop your clit, and ever so gently and yet relentless all the same, he sucks your first orgasm of the night out of you… feeling you squeeze his fingers, the trembles in your thighs… suddenly all Rex wants is to join your culminating high.

With his free hand he starts languidly stroking his throbbing length in rhythm with his fingers inside you. Dragging you through your orgasm and bringing himself to the edge. His movements getting faster and rougher, his desire to make you his is growing with every stroke. He starts telling you how much he thinks about you every time he’s gone on missions, how he’ll always come back to you just to see you smile once more, even if you would have never found out about his feelings. And without prior warning he comes with a ragged gasp. His hot seed splattering on your belly, painting you with his colors and dripping down your opened legs.

Perception slowly returns and Rex bends forward as he regains his senses, slowly licking his release from you. With every stroke from his tongue he’s hoping you realize that you own everything from him, and maybe… he puts his lips on the delicate skin close beside your folds. He’s sucking, another hickey, admiring his work when he eventually lets go of you and slowly rises, the blatant longing behind his words on his face.

“Mine,” he says once again.

Your eyes are closed, Rex words still lingering on your mind, as you feel the tender touch of calloused fingertips on your collarbone. They draw small circles, slowly coming up and tracing the curve of your neck, dipping in the soft hollow beneath your ear and then along your jawline. A warm hand suddenly grabs your chin and turns your face sidewards. You feel strained breath on your face, the tip of a nose brushes yours. When you open your eyes you see Jesse’s amber eyes watching you closely.

“Kriff, you’re so beautiful like this,” he whispers. “I’d die to feel you on my own.”

“You don’t have to, Jesse my love.”

You shuffle to turn towards him, but he places his hands on your waist, pulling you onto his lap without hesitation, and grins at your surprised squeak. It’s such a soft smile, and you place your hand on his cheek - he melts into your touch. With your index finger you follow the lines of his tattoo, from his cheekbone to the crown of his head, and by the way he fights against the urge to close his eyes, you can tell he’s enjoying your gentle caress. Eventually you lean down, your lips melt against his in a gentle kiss. Jesse makes a low noise in the back of his throat, that you can feel vibrate against your lips. And just like the first time he kissed you, his teeth grace your bottom lip and you part them for him, letting him slip inside, to devour you once more.

When you pull away, his chest rises and falls with exhilarated breathing. His gaze lingers on your lips and you can see the adoration but also the pool of desire in his eyes. You place your hands on his waist.

“May I see you?” you ask coyly, carefully tugging on the hemline of his shirt.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say something like this.” He clearly means to tease you, but the tone in his voice is far too desperate to hide the meaning behind.

Your hands move upwards, pulling the top part of his under-armor suits along with them and finally working it over his head. You brace your hand on his broad chest. Maker, his skin feels warm and soft beneath your palm. Softer than you had imagined, softer than it should be allowed for a trooper. With dilated eyes, he observes in a daze as your hands roam the plains of his muscles, exploring every hill and valley as you wanted for so long.

Bucking his hips, Jesse silently pleads you to undress his lower half as well. Undoubtedly wanting to feel you on every inch of his body. And so do you…

You remove his compression pants, stained with your arousal on top of his thighs. He lets out a sigh as his beautiful cock springs free, and another as you climb back on top of him, straddling his lap.

He sits back against the cushions, his hands come to your sides, gently steadying you and kneading your flesh. The heat of his body against yours is intoxicating, and the gorgeous friction of his flimsy hair on his powerful thighs across your skin feels so…right. Time slows as you keep holding yourself only inches above him, your slick folds brushing along his shaft, relishing the velvety of his skin!. Stars - Jesse’s eyes dart from your sex to your eyes and back down with an pleading expression you’ve never seen somewhere else. Despite he could easily sheath himself into you - he waits for you to be ready for him. Paitently endures the sweet torture of the endless moment just before. And then, with a quiet sigh, you lower yourself down on him, canting your hips as he does the same. The head of his cock pressing against your hot entrance, and finally slipping inside.

He truly feels divine. You can feel him breach you open, gradually sliding deeper and deeper into your welcoming heat, your walls clenching and adjusting around his girth. Yet Jesse doesn’t do anything more than hold still, his face scrunched up in concentration - and restraint. You lean forward to kiss him again and he hums in delight. His stubbles tickle against your lips as you ghost them along his jaw. Then you travel down, the lightest touch slowly becoming firmer, you sense the thunder of his pulse under your lips... until you suck gently on his pulse point. The groan Jesse lets out is loud and so deep that you can feel it rumble his chest. You’ve never heard let alone felt anything so erotic.

“Jesse, please… take what you need,” you exhale, your voice barely audible.

The invisible thread that’s holding him back snaps. Jesse’s hands grab the globes of your ass and he lifts you up, high enough for only the tip of his cock remaining inside you. And then he’s pushing you down again, painfully slow. Your eyes rolling back as he does it again, faster this time. The burning passion between the two of you ignites as you cup his face, pulling him close to kiss him again.

Every muscle in his body burns with the effort of this position, as he's carrying your weight and moving you in his lap while he settles at a fast pace. Sharing his strained breath with you, he still wants more. More of your lips, more of your breasts, more of your taste. His large hand is moving into your hair to keep your head resting against his in a keldabe kiss, your gazes locked, and he'd swear he could look right into your soul at this moment.

Beads of sweat running down your bodies, mingling with one another as your bodies rock against each other, chasing your pleasure. He smells like you, the scent of your arousal on his skin. You smell like him. He wants to taste your sweat on every inch of your skin. The pace of his thrusts never slows down but remains blissfully mercyless as he's pressing his face against your breast. He relishes the softness, his tongue finding your pebbled nipple, circling and lapping on it, before his lips enveloping your peaked bud and sucking just enough to make you tumble over the edge. He’s too lost in the sensual frenzy to stop himself from falling apart along with you.

Jesse’s entire body goes rigid, his one hand tangled in your hair the other clamping on your waist, so tight he might leave a bruise. He sheathes himself inside of you as deep as he can, holding himself there as his cock throbs within you. As if his life depends on it. You grind your pelvis into him, and the pressure trembles in his tummy. He makes a noise in the back of his throat, suddenly feeling as if he might combust until he finally gasps into your neck, spurting his seed deep inside you.

Tilting your head, you look down on him, your heart swells with the beauty he radiates. Bless the Kaminoans for picking Jango Fett as a donor. What a shame they have to wear those buckets most of the time! And gloves to hide those dexterous hands…

Hands like those suddenly coming down to settle on your shoulders from behind. Stars, they're somehow feeling so unbelievably warm, so alive. So… timid. Tup.

But then…

You're taken aback when he trails his hands around either side of your neck and slowly tracing the line of your collarbone with his fingertips. Otherwise so reserved, he starts caressing your body, gently, until you tilt back your head to rest on his bare chest. He's looming over you. The tattooed teardrop gives his face a sad expression, yet his eyes sparkle with excitement.

“Would you let me kiss those lips of yours, even softer and more delicious than the ones you have already let us taste, like our commander had proposed earlier?” comes his soft and deep voice.

“I would.”

“Would you kiss me back and taste me just as I do taste you?”

You can't help but feel a heat pooling between your legs. Tup would be the last of the clones present in your apartment from whom you would have expected such a straight question. And yet it is he who asks... Maybe it's because his brothers paved the way for him, maybe it's something else.

Before you can say anything in response, Tup bends down, dragging you out of Jesse's lap and carrying you in his arms, over to your dining table. He is clearly trying to prove to you - and his cheering brothers - that he's anything but just sweet and innocent. Yet he's having a hard time maintaining his composure when you sink to your knees and begin to pull at the hem of his blacks, freeing his hard-on that is already dripping with precum from the confinements of his pants.

“Such a beautiful sight” you hum in delight.

And it is! The tan skin on his thick cock, slightly darker than the rest of his toned body is flushed. The vein trailing on the underside is pulsating vigorously. Your mouth waters at the sight and he blushes when he sees your ravenous gaze. The muscles in his stomach flex when you get your hand on him. He tilts his head back when you languidly stroke his achingly hard length, from the coarse curls at the base of his shaft to the sensitive tip. He has been hard before, but now he’s still swelling in your grip.

You hear the shuffling of chairs and when you look up you see the other clones gathered around the table. Fives indicates Tup to lay down on the table with an encouraging tilt of his head. Tup is quick to climb onto the table and lays back. It's Fives who's lifting you up to set you down on Tup’s chest.

Maker, you’re suddenly shy as you fully catch on the situation - the position you are in. Feeling Tup beneath you, his hands settled on your hips from behind, and the hungry gazes of eight men resting on you... By now they are all naked, except Dogma, and you can’t take your eyes off them. Palming themselves, they watch what is about to come. A heat that has nothing to do with room temperature spreads inside you, painting your face in a lovely blush.

Eventually, because you just can’t stand the thrill any longer, you bend your upper body over until your tummy lays flat along Tup’s warm upper body and your breasts are pressed against his groins. Your thighs are spread wide from straddling his chest, your pussy, leaking not only with your arousal but also Jesse’s release, and ass pushed up on full display and not only for Tup... all of them have a perfect view right now.

“Look at that,” someone awes, you think it's Hardcase. “Fucking pretty. Osi'kyr! I love looking at you like that...”

But it’s Tup’s ragged exhale that makes you lower your head and lick a slow stripe from the tip to the base. A muscle in his thigh twitches and his hand, warm and gentle, caresses your back, stroking up and down along your spine while his other remains clinging to your hip. His chest heaves with his accelerated breathing.

“Yeah, cyar’ika, take what you want from me,” Tup breathes.

And then you do! You curl your hand around the base and hold his length up, then slowly suck the blunt head of him into your mouth, tongue twisting and tasting his arousal for the first time. You hum around him in approval before you take more of him, pressing your tongue against his shaft, letting him slide a bit deeper. You feel the subtle ache in your jaw and the weight of him on your tongue. The desperate groan, sounding so sweet and lustful just the same, that’s falling from his lips makes your chest swell with pride. When you begin to slowly bob up and down just slightly, his hips twitch, and when you hollow your cheeks, sucking his cock, unhurried and idly, he’s a mess beneath you, breathing heavy and tensing up with every suction.

As you take more of him into your mouth, Tup finds himself struggling with his composure. The pressure inside him is already building up so fast, pushing him closer to his orgasm, yet he is reluctant to give in so soon, not wanting for this thrilling feeling to be over before it really has started. No he wants to devour you, ever since Cody had asked you the crucial question. He couldn’t think of anything else but to drink from your well… and well… let you drink him…

His eyes roam over your behind. The sight of your glistening folds, your core spread out for him, is the most beautiful he has seen and all consuming. Kark, you’re so wet! The strangled sound you make around him when he carefully ghosts a finger along the velvety skin of your lips vibrates pleasantly on his skin. He brushes his fingertip over your clit, then slowly reveals your shimmering pearl by gently pulling back the hood. He leans in…

“Hmmm…”

When he glides the tip of his tongue finally through your hot, velvety slit, you moan brokenly into him, and arch your back even more chasing his touch. What could he have possibly done to deserve this mind blowing eroticism? Languidly he licks up the mixed arousal that’s dripping out of you, flicks his tongue around your swollen pearl and sucks at it, increasing the sensitivity. You taste perfect! Tup’s head is spinning with the impressions of your scent and your taste. A sensual blend that leaves his body in a desperate rush, hungry for more.

He pushes a finger inside you and you clamp around it. How would you feel around his cock? Hot, tight, soft… choking him. He adds a second finger and starts a steady rhythm in sync with his tongue that has you trembling within seconds. His hips grinding up into you just a little slower. Your body is rocking against him as he thrusts in and out of you, his cock coated with your saliva. His fingers coated with your slick, he’s curling them inside you to find that spongy spot that’s making you see stars. He's working you open, lapping and sucking, stroking your walls and drinking what juices you continue to offer him like a man parched.

And yet it’s still not enough. He wants to fill you up entirely, wants to bury himself in every of your bodily orifices.

“M-may I..” it’s hard to speak when he’s so wrapped up indulging his senses, “...touch your ass? Would you.. let…” He mumbles, refusing to detach his lips from your pussy.

He can’t finish his sentence, because you rock backwards, pushing him deeper inside you as he has already been. He hears his brothers moan at the sight. And who would blame them?

“Please… Tup.. fill me up.. wherever you want!”

He doesn't waste a single second! Tup slides his thumb through your wet lips, gathering whatever wetness he might get, and then brushes the pad of his thumb over the tight hole of your back. Only seconds later he’s carefully and ever so slowly sliding his finger inside you.

Too much…! The moment he’s inside you from three different angles, you come. Hard. Your body falling apart around him, gushing and spasming on top of him on its own. You want to scream, want to breathe, but still he’s sheathed inside you. Instead you gag when he hits the back of your throat… His back arches on the table, his hips bucking into your mouth.

He falls apart with you, spilling himself down your throat. You swallow, drinking from him, to the last drop…

Your legs are still shaking when Rex is helping you off Tup. Too weak to move just yet, you remain seated next to Tup on the table. Your lips are swollen and flushed, your throat is sore, but in the most pleasant way. Nevertheless your body needs refreshment before you are ready for the next man to have his time with you. And with the way they are surrounding you, bare, beautiful and achingly hard, none of them can’t wait to actually be the next.

Gods, they are gonna be the death of you!

Tup sits up and runs a hand through his tousled hair. His head tilted to one side and his post sex-hair looks so indescibable sexy its making your mouth watering - again - and you run your tongue along your lips, tasting his remains. He really had surprised you with his otherwise hidden lascivious nature.

“You look thirsty for more, don’t you?” a mischievous smile tugging at his lips.

“As good as it sounds, I still need orange juice first instead of more love juice,” you tease back and he pouts.

“Anyone else?”

You swing your hips and slide off the table, walking over to your kitchen counter. Your naked body glowing beautifully in the dim light of your apartment.

“Breathtaking.” You hear someone mutter behind you. Soft footsteps quietly follow you.

You check your cupboards for drinking glasses and some orange juice but even before you have time to fully stand up again, large hands snatch your wrists from behind. The owner of those hands presses his bare frame against your back and guides you forward. You gasp in surprise and get a quiet chuckle in return. Nowhere else for you to go, Cody is pinning you gently against the counter. His lips leaving a trail of featherlight kisses along the column of your neck as he takes a deep breath of your scent.

“Hmmm, I should let you have your drink before I devour you, but I don’t know if I can wait that long,” he purrs seductively, taking in the way your breathing becomes faster.

“Oh, yeah?” you almost sigh the words. ”Didn’t expect you to be so impatient, Commander,” you comment, trying to sound nonchalant, but your trembling hands betray your nervousness. Of course he notices.

“Oh, I am patient. I just don’t know how long it takes for you to be up for yet another round.”

Still keeping you pinned against the kitchen counter with his hips, he releases your wrists and pours a glass of juice. “Here, let me help you, sweetheart.” His voice drops low, vibrating on the soft spot below your ear.

Knees go weak at his pet name for you, but what he does next almost makes you swoon. He reaches for the glass and you think he might hand it back to you, but instead he takes a sip himself. ‘Such a meanie’ you think but before you even have the chance to give him a dry remark, his left hand clasps your jaw, turning your face towards him… He leans down and his mouth seals with yours, using his thumb to hold your jaw open as he parts his lips and let the juice trickle down your mouth. He’s feeding you! Maker, you almost forget how to swallow, or breath, or even stand upright… A few drops run down your chin, dripping onto your cleavage, but you don’t care. Soft moans come from across the counter at the sheer eroticism of the sight, but you don’t hear them. All you are still capable of is to lean back against him with your eyes closed, and enjoy the refreshing taste of the orange juice, mixed with his saliva.

When he detaches from you, it takes you a moment to regain your senses, to find your voice: “Commander.”

His cock twitches at the way you breathe his rank as a sinful promise and he presses harder against your behind, brushing along your moist labias.

“Obedient little thing!” he murmurs, leaning in closer, his warm breath fanning over the side of your face, causing a voracious heat at your core once more.

“As much as I would enjoy having you under my command - that will have to wait for another time." The tip of his nose grazes the shell of your ear and he gently grinds his hips against you.

“Tonight you have Cody…” He presses his face in the crook of your neck and places hot open mouthed kisses on the sensitive skin. You hear the subliminal message. The despair in his tone and how he’s making himself vulnerable. Something he never does around anyone other than some of his brothers. More than anything, you want to show him that he doesn't have to regret…

“Cody… please”

There it is, his name on your lips, begging him to take you. Nothing has ever sounded sweeter. He swears a soft curse and sheathes himself inside you with a single stroke. You cry out his name once more, and Cody loses himself in the blissful moment. Your whole body melting against him, tightening around his cock and squeezing him in all the perfect places. He never wants this initial sensation to subside.

His first thrust is slow, savoring every slick inch of you and letting you feel every inch of him in return until his thighs are flush against yours. His hands keep holding you in place as he holds himself there for a moment before he rocks back and withdraws from your heat almost completely. Given everything that happened tonight and has led to this point, Cody can’t hold back any longer. His hands clutch your hips more firmly and he feels your body go limp as he starts thrusting, crushing down into you - again and again. Your fingers curl around the countertop and you groan loudly, spurring him on to give you what the both of you so desperately need.

He drops one of his hands down between your legs, his fingers start playing with your clit. When he feels your hips shift to meet his strokes, allowing him a satisfying deep penetration, he hisses a curse.

“Kark… You feel so good… so good for me.”

His hips work steady, pushing you into the counter and closer to your orgasm. The angle is allowing him to hit the spongy spot inside you that he knows will make you a dripping mess.

Oh, he needs to feel you come undone and gush around him. And so he sinks his teeth into your dampened flesh on top of your shoulder, and strikes that heavenly spot inside you with unrelenting force.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he demands, gasping the words into your skin.

Your muscles tremble, your walls clenching around his aching length and keeping him in an embrace he has no desire to escape from. His breath hitches and his hips come to a stuttering halt in that moment when you cry out his name and soak him with your arousal.

A wave of surging pleasure enraptures him and he throws his head back, eyes falling shut. With a broken and desperate groan that leaves his lips, he’s pouring himself inside you, your body fluids mingling with one another.

Still floating in the sensations of the afterglow, Cody realizes you are shifting around in his hold. He opens his eyes as your hands wrap tightly around his neck, pulling him into a passionate and leisurely kiss. Your affection gets him off guard, yet he returns it with equal fervor.

“Cody” you breathe his name against his lips and he swallows it. It tastes like satisfaction and redemption. It tastes like… you.

“My turn, beautiful?” Fives asks with a snicker, as you put the finally empty glass of orange juice down on the counter.

“Hmmm, only if you’ll ask really nicely, Fives.”

You run a finger teasingly over the rim of the glass. Fives stares at you dumbfounded for a second, but then his gaze gets stuck on your thighs. He doesn’t miss the way you rub them seductively. A confident grin on his face, he’s arching a brow.

“Yeah? I assumed you’d rather have me - confident,” he remarks playfully.

You return him another ‘hmmm ’, batting your lashes with a coy smile. Your teeth bite your lower lip as your eyes travel his naked body, anything but shy. Taking a step towards you, he sees you making a step back away from him. What the…? Another step and you make yet another one away from him, now on the other side of the counter. He frowns. When he pretends to take another step, you back away further.

“You want to play?” Fives suddenly is on fire. Like a predator he’s slowly coming closer, his gaze nothing but devouring. Your playful vibes stir something deep inside him. He practically can hear your heart beating in anticipation… Suddenly he lunges out and wraps his arms around your waist.

“Gotcha!” His voice is low and leaves no doubt that you are now in for something.

His wild attack has left you breathless and you watch him, your pupils dilated with lust.

Kriff, you’re driving him mad! He crushes his lips against yours, sinking down with you to the ground right where he stands.

“Wouldn't you rather take me somewhere more comfortable?” you ask him, and he can feel you smile against his lips.

“ARC-trooper,” he states, finally breaking the kiss. “I’m adaptable to every situation.”

That makes you laugh and he cherishes the sweet sound of your joy. But honestly, he just can’t wait any longer. Can’t stand another second without feeling you, after he watched you come undone in his brother's hands.

Tenderly, he shifts you in his arms and nestles up to you. With his bare chest now pressed to your back, his erection is resting between your cheeks. And by gods, he truly feels amazing. The hills and valleys of his toned body melt into the shapes of yours, his arm is heavy around your middle and his hand rests on your stomach. It’s a possessive gesture, yet tender. He’s so warm, so broad and sturdy behind you. You feel so small in his embrace - and safe. His goatee tickles in the crook of your neck as he brushes his lips over the sensitive skin and you moan softly, craning your neck to give him more room, longing for his touch on every inch of your skin. Once more, you are taken aback this night, at how friends have become lovers, and shades of their personalities have been revealed otherwise hidden beneath.

“Let me feel you, beautiful," Fives eventually rasps, his big hand gently trailing down to your sex. “Let me touch you. Please.”

He does ask nicely.

“Yes,” you answer breathlessly, and he eases himself inside you while his fingertips skim along the velvety skin, tracing the curve of your lips, applying the slightest pressure. Your eyes flutter shut.

Fives keeps himself buried inside you, his hips rocking ever so slightly into you. He’s sure he'd never been as hard as this, throbbing and pulsing inside your heat. Yet it never had felt better to restrain himself, dragging out the pleasure as long as he can. His fingers press down harder, breaching your labias. When he finds your clit his cock flexes inside you.

Your body tenses and squeezes him. He can sense your pulse, the subtle movement when you grind your ass into his crotch. And he can hear your needy sounds of desire when he's tenderly massaging your clit. Fives buries his face into your neck and inhales deeply, smelling the sweet tang of sex on your skin. His tongue is tracing the curve of your neck and you start to whimper, lovely desperate sounds. Each slow circle his fingers draw around your throbbing nub is accompanied by a gentle thrust into your soaked pussy. Each gentle thrust he makes elicits a soft moan from him. Everything he does to you makes your body squirm harder in his hold.

“That’s my beautiful girl. I can feel it... come for me," Fives encourages you.

His words push you right over the edge. Your back arches up against him and he feels you clench around his thick cock unbearably tight. You cum with a soft cry of his name, your body shaking. Fives' breath catches at the intensity of the sensations and he's continuing to encircle your swollen clit gently through the raging waves of your climax.

Fuck— he can't carry on. the intensity of your orgasm is too strong to endure. He grabs your thigh and hikes it back over his waist, before rocking his hips against you. His thrusts now sharp and hard, building up pleasure higher and higher. And with another push into your convulsing wet channel, he finally reaches the peak of his sexual desires. His cock is throbbing inside your aching tightness, painting your walls with molten pleasure, he's barely able to remember how to breathe.

When he finally does, Fives raises his head, his teeth gingerly nibbling at the shell of your ear.

"If you ever want me to touch you again, beautiful, I'm always available."

He hears you chuckle once more, just as he intended to. And yet he would… he hopes you know deep inside.

The first thing you see when you open your eyes is the tall shape of Dogma looming over you just a few steps away. Still covered in his black undersuits, he radiates tension, his hands clenched to fists at his sides, the frown deeper than ever. But there is something sparking in his eyes…. a blatant longing, when he looks down on your naked body, still nestled against Fives.

You wiggle out of Fives’ embrace, much to his displeasure, and get to your feet. Dogma's eyes never leave yours as you take slow, seducing steps towards him, his body stiffens. Maker, you can see he’s nervous, as you carefully close the distance between you, and see his teeth grinding and hear his ragged breathing. Does he feel uncomfortable? Is he unsure about the situation? You want him to relax so badly. Want to melt his tension beneath your palms. You extend your hands and cup his face… He melts under your touch.

“Don’t tell them”, he whispers, as your hands travel along his taut thighs, your fingers skimming the distinct bulge in his pants. And you can hear the fear hidden in his voice. You watch him closely as you palm his hardness through the obvious wet fabric of his bodysuit, carefully increasing the pressure. He’s soaked, rock-hard and again twitching in need, just from watching you and his brothers…

“Have you ever done this before?” you ask, so quietly that the others can’t hear.

Dogma closes his eyes and slowly shakes his head instead of giving you a verbal answer.

Ohhh! You didn’t expect something as significant as this inaudible confession, when you left 79’s with your formidable men earlier. Your heart leaps nevertheless. It’s endearing how he trusts you so much and willingly puts nothing less than his virginity in your hands. And you are more than willing to give him what he craves, to show him what he had missed for so long. You would be the one who would give him the experience of having his desire fulfilled, you would be the one who would show him what it means to make love.

“Well, then let me take care of you, my sweet boy”, you murmur softly against his cheek, taking his hand in yours and leading him to the sheltered ambience of your bedroom.

Spellbound he follows and lets you take over the lead. Dogma only watches as you tentatively push up his shirt, but doesn’t stop you. Instead you feel him shiver slightly as you undress him, leaving him bare and beautiful for your eyes to see. Carefully you take a step forward, your fingers gently caress a trail down from his shoulders to his forearms, your warm breath purposely fanning across his collarbone… you look up at him, catching the nervous little smile on his lips. Gone are his usual lines of tension on his forehead and only relaxing features remain, beautifully decorated with the distinctive pattern of his facial tattoo. If only he would smile more often. If only he would allow himself to be more than just a soldier in service of the GAR and go against all those rules and restrictions, he’d be, well, a dream come true.

You guide him further backwards until the backs of his thighs hit the edge of your bed, and with a gentle push at his chest he falls back. His eyes are blown with surprise as he shifts, propping himself up on his elbows and watches you crawling over his body. As your lips latch onto his, your tongue gingerly skirting his lips before exploring his mouth in a deep and wet kiss, he responds with a sinful moan in your mouth. And another as you reach down, caressing and massaging his thick warm length. Your core trembles at the pleading expression in his eyes. He needs you, wants to feel you around him and learn how to make love. Placing your left hand on his chest to brace yourself, your other reach down to line him up at your dripping entrance. He stops breathing…

Dogma tenses and lets out a weak gasp at the feel of your hand wrapped around his member but when you lower yourself down on him he relaxes with a groan.

He had no idea how good it would feel to lose himself in someone, to become one... How pleasing the tender brush of breath on the side of his neck would be while embedded in warm softness. How intoxicating the sensation from skin on skin. Oh Gods, he gets the point why his brothers look for that kind of distraction and rest from time to time! His cock twitches inside you with every roll of your hips. He just can’t help himself, from the way you move on top of him, touch him, and your breasts bounce in front of his face. You are looking like a godsend gift and making him feel whole.

You lean forward and breathe a soft moan of his name next to his ear. He bestows you one moan in response. He can't do anything more. Your hair tickles on his cheek and you feather a light touch over his collarbone with your fingertips. He trembles under your touch. The barest brush of your breasts on his chest makes his toned muscles flex and the pressure of your thighs straddling his hip bones is making him squirm beneath you and letting out desperate whimpers. The slick sounds and the exhilarating scent of sex filling the air have him lose...

Your walls clenching around him squeezing his cock and pulling him in, he erupts into your depth in sublime salvation. Much too soon. With all the remaining strength he can muster, Dogma uses his abdominal muscles to sit up, twines his arms around your tensing frame in despair, pulling you close and not leaving an inch space between the two of you. His thrusts are almost frantic and still strong enough to cause your core clench with thrill, greedily milking his release. His cock grinding hard against your sensitive clit, he keeps moving you on top of him.

“L- L-let me feel you…come,” he pants, his voice husky and breaking.

And who would have thought that it feels just as overwhelming as his own orgasm when you come undone around him? When Dogma relishes in the sensation of feeling your pulse through his own throbbing cock, when he hears your moans, he presses his face into the crook of your neck, hides his eyes burning with tears, inhaling deeply.

“Hi” you whisper, tenderly tracing your finger along his cheek. Chewing on your bottom lip, you watch him turn his face towards you. You see his glassy eyes.

“Are you feeling fine, my sweet boy?”

Dogma frowns, apparently searching for words, or maybe still trying to figure out his emotions. “Yeah… I suppose…” he trails off, swallowing, “That was…”

“Amazing, might be the right word,” Echo’s helping him quietly.

You hear some muffled chuckle from behind, but no other reactions. No teasing or banter. His brothers might not have known about his inexperience, but they can sense his bliss and relief right now for sure. They give him this moment, the moment when he became a man.

“Thank you,” he finally speaks with a smile.

“Anytime, Dogma!” you mouth and lean in to kiss him gingerly once more.

Desire fills Kix's body and he takes in your form as you sit on the edge of your bed next to Dogma, enjoying a moment of rest in front of the men watching. The harsh neon light of Coruscant’s nightlife pours in from the outside, softened by the curtains. He swallows hard as he watches it dance over your bare skin. His mind races as he recalls his fantasy he's had on so many nights, images of you and him he indulged in too often.

Kix just wants nothing more than to be gentle with you right now.

The display of affection you've given his brothers all evening, the satisfied expression evident on your face, the beautiful smile on your lips at this very moment makes him want to pull you close, giving you back and letting you feel what you deserve: worship.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he steps closer to you and takes a hold of your hand. Standing at his full height he looks down at you with a craving gleam in his eyes his breath races in exhilaration.

“Don’t you dare and lie to me, Kix,” you respond somewhat embarrassed yet completely aroused, your cheeks blushing at his whispered confession.

“But it's true.” He eases you up from the bed and draws you flush against him, so close he can hear your heart beating.

His hand lifts to run through your hair as he had wished to so many times, and he grins as you shiver under his affectionate attention. Your eyes glaze over with lust much to his delight. No wonder one by one of his brothers became putty in your hands that night.

“Let me show you.” His voice is soft and soothing, dripping with erotic promise.

Kix guides you to the mirror in your bedroom and turns you around, so that you are standing in front of him, both facing your reflections. Your soft and curved body nestled to his tall and toned frame. You try to turn your head to look away from the view, but Kix holds your chin steady.

“Just see how stunning you look, mesh’la.”

His eyes trail over your form... your hair is disheveled, a stray strand sticks to your sweaty forehead, the blush of your face has spread over your neck down across your mounds, your lips are swollen and kiss-bruised, your eyes... Oh, kriffing hell! What he finds in your eyes, blown wide with lust, almost pleading, causes his already rock hard member to jump against the small of your back. He needs to touch you…

Kix fondles your hair and presses the side of his face against yours, breathing down your neck, taking in the wild aroused scent. It's not only yours anymore, the fragrance of his brothers, of their desire, clings to you... soon his own will be added.. Your hands cup the back of his head, finding purchase. Your back arches with the movement and he's sure he had never seen anything as hot as this. He's tracing small, deliberate patterns all over your body, watching the goosebumps spread on you. His fingertips trail down your neck and skim gently over your collarbone, follow the valley and swell of your breast, enjoying how your nipples peak at his touch, flushing pink.

You turn your head and he feels your teeth nip the side of his neck. It sends another thrill of want so hard through him that he pulls back with a growl and lets his hands trail further down to the curve of your hips, savoring the feel of them, the warmth of your skin under his palms so titillating and lovely.

When Kix tilts his head to look down at the luscious curves of your backside, he's seeing the evidence of your arousal coating your inner thighs. A needy groan spills from his lips and he turns his gaze back to the mirror where he catches sight of you.. your eyes travels over the reflection of his body, your teeth bite on your lip as your lascivious gaze lingers at the apex of your thighs, before snapping up to meet his hungry gaze. He can't hold back any longer!

He pushes his hips forward to rub his hardened shaft against your sopping wet core, watching in deep satisfaction as your mouth dropped open and your eyelids flutter.

"Keep watching, mesh'la. Keep watching how beautiful we both look when we merge."

And with a quick buckle of his hips he buries himself into your welcoming heat, nearly doubling over you at the intense pleasure of having your walls clench around him so tightly. Moan after moan echoes throughout the bedroom as his hands squeeze at your hips, digging in and anchoring you. He's thrusting into you at a pleasurable pace, not too fast yet anything but slow, just powerful enough to make your core clench with thrill but not enough to hurt... over and over again.

Sweat drips off your bodies as the intense pleasure races through the both of you. Your eyes meet his in the reflection of the mirror, telling him just how much you love what he's doing to you and how expertly he manipulates your body. Screams of pleasure escape from your mouth, along with his name.

"Kix, Kix, Kix..."

His name on your tongue drives him wild and he sputters a mixture of praises and curses as he keeps pounding into you from behind.

He's left only panting when he feels your inner walls flutter and squeeze his cock deliciously.

Staring at your wrecked appearance through the mirror he brings up his hands to spread out over your belly, to cup your breast and hold you close to him. He relishes in the feel of your softness as he continues to roll his hips, pushing himself deeper and faster into your silky depths. His body is glistening with sweat, bringing out the exquisite shape of his muscles and the way they quiver just for you. Your body writhing in sweet torment in his hold, a sight he wants to lock up in the back of his mind forever.

His head drops to the crook of your neck. He opens his mouth and sinks his teeth into your skin. A long noise, something between a blissful outcry and a moan leaves your lips and your core clamps down on him like a vice grip as your orgasm rushes through you, drawing out a broken groan from him and triggers his own incredible release.

Your legs are shaking and Kix keeps holding you tight as he slowly sinks down to his knees along with you. His chest moves quickly against your back, he's panting heavily.

“Well that was intense mesh’la” he gasps, sounding utterly exhausted yet satisfied.

“I’d say so, Kix.” you mumble into his skin, your face now buried in the place where the lines of his shoulder and neck are blurred. “And even more. So much more.”

Both of you lie there, your breaths slowly calming as the minutes drip by. He doesn’t know what your words mean, though he’s feeling the subtext. His mind forming an answer he’s leaving unspoken - he can’t voice it. For now.

Still lingering in your dreams, you suddenly feel how Echo has come close to you and brushes your back with his hand. Ever so gently, his fingertips trail down your spine to the small of your back, gently lingering there. The mere touch, so shy and bold at the same time, is sparkling something inside you. The longing you've felt when he kissed you before, now back and more than ever.

Echo lifts you up and withdraws you from Kix' embrace. You cling to his shoulders, your legs fitting perfectly around his trim waist. He carries you effortlessly, as if your weight is nothing, walking towards the bed, and sets you down. You look at him inquiringly, waiting for his next move. So tempting…

“Lay back, cyar’ika,” he mumbles, his lips seeking out yours.

When he’s easing you backward, Echo is finally kissing you again. His tongue gingerly implores you for entrance and you open your mouth. He’s exploring every inch, licking deep inside you and relishing your flavor. His eyes fall shut, cutting him off from your apartment and the awareness of his brothers being around. There's only you and him - the sensation is extreme. Your lips are so soft beneath his, your taste so sweet….

When he breaks the kiss, he almost feels lonely. But so do you and he smiles as he sees you chase after his lips. Echo sits back on his heels between your spread legs. Kriff, you look beautiful like this, Kix was right. Even after hours of giving yourself to his brothers and pleasing them. Even after wearing their marks on your skin and branding each and every one of them as yours… He will be the next to fall for you - willingly. His amber eyes roaming over every inch of your naked body, he barely remembers how to breathe.

Echo bends forward and takes your calf in his hand. When he tenderly blows a kiss at the delicate skin of your ankle, you gasp. He slowly moves up, his tongue drawing wet patterns on your inner thighs, stroking so feather light that he is barely touching you at all. He feels you gaze resting on him. He sees you chewing your lower lip nervously.

“Relax, cyar’ika. I’ve got you” Echo murmurs quietly.

When he finally gets close enough at the top of your inner thighs, he pauses, inhales your scent. Indulging in you for a moment. His lips brush against the damp slope and he lets you feel his hot breath on your most sensitive parts. Again he takes in the way you respond to his ministrations, your hips rocking upwards, tracing the touch. He dips the tip of his tongue only just inside you, sipping some of your leaking juices. The sound he hears you make is something between a strangled curse and the most beseeching plea.

Gingerly you card your fingers through his hair, tilting his head to try and press him to where you’re leaking wetness and heat. By now, your lip is getting swollen with all your biting. You tighten up and wait in breathless anticipation for him to go down on you. Only he doesn't.

He just holds himself there for another endless moment, his lips ghosting small arches back and forth over your crevice, before the tip of Echo's tongue slightly dips into you once more. Tiny little shivers rolling through your lower body, your legs twitching reflexively as he suddenly moans into your pussy, his gentle tones vibrating across your lips. Then he pulls back, much too soon, and you whine at the loss.

“Don’t you cry.” Echo whispers into the soft skin of your belly while he’s slowly coming up, inch by inch.

You watch helplessly as his velvety lips slide up your belly. Making sure his eyes never leave yours, Echo trails his hot mouth just below the curve of your breasts, deliberately slow, and then further up... his tongue sneaks out, flicking over your nipple. You roll your hips up and grind against his crotch. That makes him gasp. Yet he's taking his sweet time in sucking and lapping, moaning around them every time his tongue strokes the tip of your perked buds. Equally lavishing attention over each, he's switching sides every now and then. And while he de devors you, his hands come up to gently knead the soft flesh of your mounds. Echo's rolling your free bud between his thumb and forefinger expertly, not wanting it to go unattended, causing pain and pleasure set every nerve in your body tingling from the stimulation.

You suck in another sharp breath as he finally resumes his seductively climb on your body, up your sternum, and moan as he dips his lips into the hollow of your clavicle, sucking gently. You're on fire, when you feel his warm breath in the crook of your neck, his chest brushing over yours and his erection skimming your delicate sex.

“I need you.” Echo is whispering softly through the hazy sighs in the background.

“Stars, Echo…please,” you beg him hoarsely. No longer able to endure this sweet torture any longer. You need him, too. Need to feel him. Need him to know…

“I want to feel every inch of you.”

He whimpers a long groan at the lustfulness of your words and lines up the throbbing head of his cock with your entrance. Maker, he's leaking for you!

“Cyar’ika! You.. you can’t say things like that… in your sinful voice…” he trails off. And then he presses into you slowly, letting his cock drench in your wetness and engulf its skin in your heat.

Echo groans softly, melting into you as he glides the entire length of his cock into you, letting you feel each individual ridge and vein from head to root. He's savoring your heat, the welcoming tightness that's pulling him in.

He drops his forehead to your shoulder, burying his face in your skin, sucking a faint bruise across your pulse. He wants to dissolve in you. Wants to blurr the contrast of the two of you, the rough and unyielding shell of an ARC-trooper with the silky softness of love. Somehow horribly incompatible and yet fitting perfectly.

His desire is consuming him and yet he’d die if he stopped. He trembles, helpless moans spilling from him as keeps rocking in you, shoving everything he feels for you into the fervor of each and every thrust. You meet his thrusts with the gentle roll of your hips... He doesn't know how much time has passed, doesn't care. He'd spend the rest of eternity right inside you if you only would let him, tenderly making love to you. But at some point he feels your pleasure coming. Feels you dancing on the edge of your climax, which is bestowed to you by him. He can tell by the way your breathing becomes ragged and the way your hands cling into his back. Your silky walls are clenching around his length and your voice crying his name again and again. You hold him tight against you, possessing all of him the moment his hot cum fills your insides.

Echo holds you close to him long after he has pulled out of you, your back resting against his chest. He can feel your heartbeat getting slower, he's listening to the sound of it. It's calming. He finds himself wishing this sensation would never subside.

............

Warm hands slip under your thighs and lift you up.

“Ah, Hardcase… What are you doing?” you might have yelped, if you weren’t so spent.

The moment you're hauled up into Hardcase's strong arms, the warmth of the blankets you were just lying comfortably in and Echo’s bare chest pressed against you disappears completely, leaving your back a little cold. But he's got you. Safe and sound.

"Proving you that I am not always heated" he chuckles as he slowly carries your bare, fucked out body over to the bathroom.

“That a promise?” you murmur, letting your eyes fall shut, and enjoy the warmth of his naked chest contrasting with the comparatively cool air of your apartment. His muscles are working with every step he takes. Desire is spreading inside you, sending shivers up and down your spine... and a low heat pooling in your core, anew.

You hear the shower door open rather than see it. The gentle brush of hands down your sides as Hardcase carefully settles you on the ground makes you shiver. Your feet meet the porcelaneous shower base, his hand latches onto your hip, dragging you close to him. You feel your face get wet when droplets of warm water fall down on the two of you and wash around your tired muscles. You open your eyes… Hardcase has your head bedded in the crook of his arm, his fingers tenderly tracing along your cheekbone. He towers over you with his broad shoulders, holding you in a supporting embrace. His head is tilted forward and he is looking down at you.. And Maker, his eyes.. gleaming like molten amber.

You open your mouth to say something, but then you close it again, refusing to speak, fearing the spell cast on the two of you might dissipate. He smiles in response. Your hand comes up to rest on his chest. His tan skin is crested with the same angular blue lines like his face is. Fingertips dancing along the pattern, from his protruding collarbone down to his trim waist, circling his belly button leading down to his loins. Even if you wanted to, you aren’t able to look away from him. Beads of water drip from his forehead as he keeps staring down at you, trickling down his neck onto his bare chest.

“Come here,” Hardcase purrs. Has he ever sounded so breathy? There's nothing you want more than hearing him whisper the filthiest things in your ears with that voice. And then, just because you can’t help yourself any longer, you beg him: “Please… I need you, baby.”

He’s on you in the blink of an eye, grabbing your hands and guiding you to the tiled wall with his chest pressed against you and his lips locked with yours. His mouth is so hot - the wall is not. You gasp, and he slides his tongue into your mouth, kissing you deeply like this is all he ever wanted. When you’re arching your back he moans into the kiss and you swallow his breath. And oh fuck, it’s turning you on and you can’t get enough. Hardcase is pinning you gently against the wall and hoisting you up. In response you wrap your legs around his waist and cross them behind his back. His achingly hard length is sliding through your folds. Both of you look down to where your bodies grind against each other, both of you moan at the sight. Your arousal coating him in a thick, slick film.

“Think you can take me?” he asks, his voice husky, almost getting lost in the sound of the water.

“Yes. Oh, stars, Hardc…” you cut yourself off with a needy whine as he angles his hips and slides inside you, embedding himself up to the hilt. You cup the back of his head, fingers digging into his nape and pulling him close for another kiss, his lips fitting perfectly to yours.You can’t get enough of how his tongue dances with yours and he makes low sounds in the back of his throat. When he kisses you like this and you melt into his strong body…

You savor the feeling of his passion, his hips thrusting sharp and deep, while his hands squeeze you and make sure you won’t fall. Your fingers digging into his shoulders as he raises your leg, hooking it in his arm. His grip on your thigh tightens, allowing him to penetrate you even deeper. With every thrust he’s drawing out lewd moans of you, that you never have thought would ever leave your mouth. Yet it’s him you want to hear…

“Stars, ah, Hardcase… I want… want…to… hear you.” It’s hard to form a proper thought when he’s pounding into you like this. He moans.

“No.. no…please talk to..me.”

Hardcase growls, his hips stuttering for a moment, before he’s picking up the pace again. This time muttering filth and praise. Every word falling from his lips is a testament to his affection for you.

“That’s what you want? Want me to tell you how good you are for me? How it feels…when.. when I’m.. inside you.” His voice is ragged.

“Kriff, baby, you’re so tight… so soft…take my cock so well.”

Stars, he’s hitting this sensitive spot inside you just the right way. Rough and fast.

“Even after… being filled so many times...” he gasps as you clench tight around him at his candid words.

Then he’s reaching down to where your bodies join, his thumb starts rubbing tight circles around your clit, the pad of his thumb steady and firm as he perpetually drags the pleasure out of you.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Let me hear you scream my name…”

Your vision blurs, fingers digging into his back as you feel his cock hit near your cervix time and again. And suddenly a blazing hot wave of pleasure suddenly tears you apart. You are screaming his name, your legs trembling around his waist, as you arch your back and come around the throbbing cock buried inside you once again.

Hardcase growls as you squeeze him, his hips spluttering for a moment before continuing to fuck you with devotion. He's riding you through the aftershocks of your orgasm with a few more maddeningly slow and powerful thrusts until his body comes to a violent halt, cock pulsating and shooting his seed deep inside you…

He doesn’t let you down until he’s sure your wobbly legs won’t give in and doesn't let go of you until he's soaked your hair, cleaned every inch of your body, and rinsed off the rose-scented lather.

............

Rex awaits you in front of the shower. He’s wrapping your exhausted body in a fluffy towel and rubbing you dry.

“Go to sleep, love,” he whispers, as he’s carrying you back to your bedroom. "You've been so good for us." He doesn't say how much your love actually means to them. He just keeps this thought secret.

You watch him, your eyes almost falling shut as he carefully lays you down on the bed. Rex reaches out his hand and tenderly brushes a strand of hair from your face before he's pressing his palm gently to your cheek.For a few endless moments he holds it, his thumb smoothing over your cheekbone. His eyelids flutter, straining to stay open. Then, he leans in and kisses you. Your lips part, tingling beneath his chaste touch. When he breaks the kiss, you're left breathless.

He rises from your bed and walks over to his brothers. Like him they are all completely dressed. Concealed beneath unyielding armor, just like before…

But now you know what lies beneath. The secrets and desires of beautiful and affectionate men - so much more than just clones with numbers. Now, when you see them like this, you’re still stunned by the love and trust they show you…

One by one they say goodbye, ready to head back towards the barracks, and kiss you one last time. Their way of thank you. Their way of pleading you to come back into your arms one day.

“Rex?”

“Yes?”

There is it again - the soft tone, expressing his profound devotion for you in just one word.

“Can you stay?” Suddenly you feel shy, afraid he might deny your request.

“Yes,” he whispers softly.

As the sun slowly rises over Coruscant, turning the sky outside your windows in a lovely shade of pink, Rex takes off his armor and slides in under the blanket and next to you. He hums quietly and reaches over to you, tugging you close to his side. You fall asleep with your head on his chest, listening to him breathe and his heart beating for you.

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The Bet

Rating: This is still an 18+ blog

Pairing: 501st x fem!reader x Cody

Wordcount: 3,6k

Warnings: Kisses... Kisses and even more kisses! ❤️‍🔥 Nghhh....

A/N: THERE IT IS AGAIN! The fic that started it all 😉 First part of The Bet series - Shades of Dates

OP: 2022/02/05 I am still grateful that @nahoney22 convinced me to post. You have no idea how MUCH I love this series, how much fun it was to write...

Summary: "Who needs the Force to tell you apart?" With this statement you place a bet - guessing closed eyed who is who from you favorite boys in blue - just by the way they kiss you! And then one kiss leads to another...

Next Chapter

Just a bet - or the most stupid idea you’ve ever had?

You’ve met at 79’s after the 501st came back from another mission, celebrating the fact that they once more made it back to Coruscant safe and sound. The evening was the same as it ever was, casual and at ease. Since you've met so many times, your company is something you can all enjoy equally and make you forget - at least for a few hours - their lives were never meant to be anything but ordnance.

Sometime during the evening one of your boys in blue stated: “Master Yoda said that we may share the same face, but in the Force we are all different and unique.”

Oh, what a wise man Yoda is!

Maybe it was due to the fact that you already had a drink or two and were a little tipsy, or rather, because you've long since fallen head over heels for the boys and just haven't said out loud the obvious yet. Howsoever…

“Who needs the Force to tell you apart? Your character traits are so distinguished, you would be uniquely different in every situation. I could - even without seeing you.”

All eyes on you, astonishment was evident on eight faces. But it was only Rex who questioned your exceptional statement:

“And how would you demonstrate your expertise, if that's even possible?”

“I bet I could guess who's who, just by the way you kiss!”

The reactions varied exactly as you expected, from a surprised cough to a smug grin, from flustered silence to elated cheer, but eight times delighted. Only then did you realize what you had said and blushed terribly. You looked down, somewhat embarrassed, your hands suddenly wet with excitement.

It was Fives who nudged your chin and tilted it up so that you had to face him, just when you were about to stammer an excuse for your hasty assertion.

"Don't back down now that you've finally dared to make a move on us, beautiful!"

Finally? Were they sharing your secret affection and just didn’t tell you? Out of courtesy… or maybe it was just your vanity speaking?

Apparently the first, 'cause now you are seated comfortably in the booth, your heart thundering with anticipation. Eight men standing around you, watching you with hungry eyes.

"Ok vods! Each of us gets one kiss. None of us tells their names until everyone has had their turn - no cheating!” Rex sets the rules, the last instruction directed to you.

“What’s the wager?” Jesse wants to know.

“Yeah, what are we gettin’ out of it?” Hardcase interposes.

“Are you stupid? What you are getting is a kiss - from her! That’s more than you could hope for.” Jesse is slapping the back of Hardcase’s head with a disparaging huff.

More than you could hope for… The way he’s saying it flusters you. If only he knew it’s just the same the other way round. A kiss from your boys - you ever wanted but never dared to dream.

Nervously, you look for an offer that they might like.

“Uhm.. How about truth or dare? I owe each of you I can't guess a favor.”

“Deal!”

You close your eyes.

Nothing happens for what feels like an eternity and you start fidgeting nervously in your seat. But then…

Soft lips, softer than you’ve expected for a trooper, peck a chaste kiss on your mouth. It’s so sweet and bashful - and over much too soon. You can hear a ripple of laughter in the back.

“That’s the sweetest and most innocent kiss I’ve ever got. I bet it was Tup.”

Are you correct in your assumption? True to their words, no one reveals themselves. They keep silent, except for a few more laughs.

Just when things come quiet again, a pair of large calloused hands cup your face, pulling you forward. You gasp, surprised by the sudden move, and just then hot lips seal with yours. An inquisitive tongue captures your mouth, twisting and twirling around yours, hastily savoring you, as if its owner still couldn’t believe this is finally happening. As are you… if you only had known what you were missing, how right it would feel if you dare to surrender to your weakness. Unable to help yourself, you raise your hands, grasping the neck of the man kissing you so fiercely. He smiles against your lips in response, gladly indulging in the taste of you for a little longer. When he’s eventually breaking the kiss, you are left breathless.

You still can feel his face close to yours, as he’s waiting for your evaluation.

“So intense and heated - could only be Hardcase.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, we could kiss her like THAT?!” someone, presumably Tup, is complaining in the background.

“Rules been clear: one kiss. What you made of it was up to you.”

“Stop rambling! It’s my turn now.”

The next clone is carefully slotting himself between your legs, crouching down. He guides your hands to his armored flanks, indicating you to hold on to him, or rather to hold him tight. You need a second to get used to the unfamiliar feeling. So many times you've felt the plastiod beneath your fingertips, but only now it feels like a final barrier separating you from a soft promise. By now your heart is beating twice as fast - it’s thrilling. And he hasn't even kissed you yet!

Suddenly, his left hand is cupping the back of your head, his fingers tangled in your strands, and a bare thumb is caressing your chin, gently tilting it up. Just like before. But this time, he uses his thumb to open your mouth for him and kisses you. No - kiss is not anywhere near what this is - he’s given the chance to show you how much he adores you - and he’s willing to make you feel it. His tongue is massaging yours with gentle strokes and he hums low in approval as he’s licking deep and steady in your mouth, tasting you with relish. You could have gone on forever. Let him kiss you and kiss him back, until you forget everything around you and nothing exists but the two of you and this indescribable feeling. He doesn't even think about ceasing until someone grasps his shoulder, pulling him away from you with certainty.

“Your goatee was tickling so nice, Fives” you dreamily point out, still drowning in his taste.

“Just one word from you and I can make you feel nice again anytime beautiful. But for now tell me,” he murmurs, “how was this kiss?”

“Skilled…and confident. Just like you.” You can't see his cheeky smile as he rises, but you can practically hear it in his silence. That, and the annoyed groans from the other boys.

You almost feel lonely as he turns away, making room for the next man to kiss you. But luckily you don’t have to suffer for long, because at the same moment the next trooper is already building up in front of you. He takes your hands in his, slowly pulling you up from your seat and towards him. You lean against him, his scent is filling your senses, warm and masculine, stimulating and soothing your perception, making you swoon over him. You never thought about how they would smell, but now... His lithe and firm body is supporting you. And stars, you need support! Your legs are wobbly, not only from being so close to him but also from his touch on you. Clutching your wrists with his one hand at his chest, his other is gently exploring your waist. Up and further up, eventually coming to rest just below the curve of your breast, avid yet still decent. Almost subtly his fingertips dig into your soft flesh, coaxing soft and needy noises from you.

He leans in, brushing your cheekbone with his lips, his breathing warm on your skin. It’s soft and tender, even when he sinks his teeth into your jawline, gently nibbling on you. Your heart is racing, desire growing on you, with every inch he’s coming closer to your lips… “Please…”, you whisper, longing for his kiss more than you would have thought possible. And finally … he put his lips on yours, chasing your exhaled moan in his mouth. But it’s so much more than just a kiss… more than just sharing your breaths… it’s the eventual fulfillment of an insatiable longing and the two of you can't have enough of each other.

He eventually lets go of you, his hand gently squeezes your upper body one last time - then he's gone. Even if you were allowed, you didn't even want to open your eyes. You struggle for words, for coming back to here and now, your mind still floating in a comfortable daze, your body set ablaze.

“That was… tender … sensual… - Echo.” A quiet huff - the only answer you get.

It doesn't take long before you feel yourself being turned around sideways and someone crowding against you from behind. The clone concerned presses his broad and sturdy chest tight against your back. He's radiating heat, even through the cuirass of his armor. Maker, you feel yourself floating in a sea of pleasure when he’s interlacing his fingers with yours and wrapping himself around you, his palms finally resting on your hips, your hands on top his. Did they make a secret competition out of driving you over the edge you don't know about? They are well on the way - by all means.

“You don’t know yet”, he suddenly murmurs next to your ear, and his low voice is sending shivers down your spine, “but I’m yours.” He huffs a breath of warm air against the delicate spot behind your ear.

“I dream about…” he presses a gentle kiss on the sensitive skin of your throat, eliciting a soft moan from you, which the others watching counter with strained groans of their own.

“...you almost every night.” He’s mouthing the incontrovertible truth in your skin, as if he doesn’t want the others to hear.

“What in kriffings name is he doing?”

“Shhhh!” You vaguely hear muffled muttering from afar.

“Ohhhh!”

Then it’s quiet again, apart from the music and chatter filling the bar.

His nimble fingers subtly start to curl into the fabric of your dress, slowly pushing it up and revealing a lovely view for his brothers. Your underwear, only hidden from their gazes in the shadows of your hem. You feel cold air brushing your thighs, heat and dampness pooling between your legs, anticipation almost too strong for you to take.

“And now I dream about…” he pulls you even closer to him, starts grinding his codpiece against your ass,“...to make you mine.”

You break free another moan, his name falling from your lips like a prayer: “Rex…” as he’s latching his lips in the crook of your neck, and sucking on your skin. He doesn’t stop until he leaves a mark, dark and swollen, visible for days.

“Rex”, you gasp, “so possessive and devoted.”

You hear him chuckle behind you, loosening his grip on you, and handing you over to someone else’s loving hands.

Those same loving hands now cling to your upper arms and thumbs hesitantly caress your collarbones. Whoever this is, you feel him go tense and draw in a deep breath. And then he closes the distance and presses his lips to yours. He stops breathing. Holding himself there, motionless, for an endless moment. His mouth feels warm, soft - and inexperienced. You never realized until that moment,how imposing and breathtaking the clones are, yet how vulnerable and sensitive at the same. Cupping his face with your trembling hand, you try to smooth his tension, caressing his cheeks, but he withdraws and your lips come apart.

For a fleeting moment, you think you might have done something wrong, and try to apologize, but he takes your face in his hand, swoops down on you and his lips collide with yours once more. He’s kissing you, hard, fierce, over and over again. His mouth is capturing yours in a frantic and desperate way that obliterates your every doubt. Just when the salty taste of tears is perceptible on your tongue, he slows down, and lets himself be kissed by you - sweetly, gently, lingering on your lips until he pulls back, and all you can feel is his thundering pulse beneath your fingertips.

“All the restraints… the urgency. None but Dogma could give such desperate kisses.”

“I bet he already feels guilty and wonders if he's going to be court-martialed for this outburst of reckless devotion!” someone scoffs, reaping approving laughter from the others. A thud! Dogma whacked the tease’s chestplate.

“You have my word, Dogma, you won’t! As long as you keep that more likable side of you alive.”

So you were right in your assumption, this last kiss was indeed from Dogma.

Have you been right about the others so far? You hope so, because they are sure enough different and unique. No kiss has been like another, yet all of them devine, making you ache for more. You should have known from the start you won't be able to deny your feelings any longer, that you want so much more from them than just friendly relations. How could you have known they would feel the same? Now you've awakened something that won't be easily sorted out. When you are going to open your eyes in a few minutes, and you'll meet their gazes - you won't be able to hide how much you need them. Neither won't they!

Still lost in your thoughts you hear yourself giving a surprised squeak as smooth and warm hands settle on your hips. A quiet chuckle rumbles above you, lovely and seductive.

Heat rushes through you, your cheeks prickling, when the clone now in charge is drawing you closer. You’re surrounded by his presence, as he’s bringing you flush to his chest and slotting his thigh between your legs. Stars, so close to where you want to be touched right now. In response you arch your back, pressing harder against him. And he’s giving in to your silent plea, shifting his leg slightly upwards, finally providing you with the much needed friction. Your breathing hitches at the cool touch of plastoid and a low moan leaves your lips. Unable to stop yourself you start slightly rubbing against him - he doesn't stop you either.

“Want me to taste you?” the clone so close to you murmurs right next to your ear.

You lift your chin, turn your face up to him, and your lips part - longing for his kiss. Just the thought of his lips on yours, a gentle and soothing contrast to the lecherous friction, making the blood rush in your ears and overwhelming you with a burning desire. But it’s not only you. Above you, you feel him shiver, his chest rising and falling with his ragged breathing at the sight of you. He leans down… At first you think he kisses you, but then he diverts his path lower and puts his lips on your half exposed collar bone.

“Oh come on! When did we change the rules from ‘just one kiss’ to ‘making out’? I want another chance!” Tup complains in the background.

Intrigued from his bold behavior, you reach down. Finding the soft gap between his cuisses and codpiece, you slide your hands around him, squeezing his thighs right beneath his ass - much to his and the spectators delight.

Tilting your head back, you give him more space to cover you with more of his hungry kisses, and he gladly obliges. He inhales your scent and tastes you with gentle strokes of his tongue, tracing a wet and curved pattern from your collarbone to the hollow below your jaw and still further up along the column of your throat. His fingers tenderly run over your flanks, exploring you just as his mouth does. You’re lost in the feeling of his lips and his hands, your skin sensitive and longing for his contact. When he finally locks his lips with yours and your tongues dance together, his grip on you goes from tender to passionate and you grind against and wind around each other in pure lust.

“Get you a room!”

Nothing you’d rather do, but the impatient interjection brings you back to reality. Both breathing hard, you eventually let go of each other.

You're still panting as you whisper your answer, unable to do anything else: “Who of you would hide so much unexpected passion beneath his armor? Would be so eager and lascivious? Kix.”

He gingerly bites your earlobe, whispering a quiet "hmmm", then he's out of your reach.

That means only Jesse would be left. Will he fit this last kiss?

Another surge of heat is pushing out through you, rolling along your spine and tingling in your belly when you feel him coming closer. As his hands settle on your hips, their weight anchoring you, you hear yourself sighing quietly. Jesse's letting his fingers sink into your soft flesh, squeezing as he pulls you flush to his armored chest. Maker, what would you give to feel what he hides underneath!

You can't hold onto the thought for long, because then he lowers his head and kisses you. A kiss like no one ever has been before.

He softly brushes his lips against yours, gingerly biting your bottom lip to plead for entrance. And you let him. You devote yourself to his ministrations, let him do whatever he wants with you. His tongue dips inside you, gently nudging the tip of your tongue. He's tasting you right from your source and gifting you with his own taste. He whimpers out a long low groan at the sweet flavor of you, shivering at your groaned response as you share your breaths.

And you melt into his body, feel his heat and lust as he holds you close, exploring and worshiping you so stunningly slow and thorough. You are taking turns in licking into each others mouths, sensually stroking your tongues, tracing along the corners of your mouths and teeth, lazily biting each other's lips... the gives and takes of the reigns nonverbal and fluent between the two of you as if you've done this dance with each other a million times before.

He eventually leans you back and hovers over you, his hand pushing up inch by inch, making your dress slowly ride up. You can feel that the dampness between your legs has soaked your panties completely by now. The inner sides of your thighs are glistening with your arousal. Your sexual desire evident for all of you and too strong to endure for much longer.

Jesse breaks the kiss at the audible moans of his brothers. His lips slowly part from yours and he straightens you upright.

"Jesse…", you murmur. "Your kiss was profound and perfect. And so are you."

His hand gently caresses your cheek and he leans his forehead against yours.

"Keep your eyes closed, my love. There’s somebody still waiting for his perfect kiss from you."

Once more, you hear footsteps approaching…

And then you squeak as you are hauled up and your feet leave the solid ground. You wrap your legs around a trim waist, your hands cling to strong shoulders, looking for support.

A large and deft hand grabs your ass, pressing your core against an unyielding codpiece with lionlike strength. The other gathers your hair in a fist, gently pulling and arching your neck backwards. Your mouth falling open with the sudden motion.

Hot lips seal with yours and feel like they were meant to kiss you. He's forcing you to open for him, captures your mouth and you hear him groan with desire. And so do you. He's licking deep into the hot cavern of your mouth, sucking on your tongue, demanding nothing less than everything from you and letting himself savor your taste.

When he lets go of you, your lips are swollen, your heart beating in a frenzy.

"I… I didn’t expect you to be that rough and demanding, Tup", you pant. Your eyes flutter open…

It.. it isn’t Tup.

"Cody!" you gasp. From one second to another a dark blush spreads from your cheeks to your chest… A surge of unknown arousal rushes all through your limbs, your heart furiously slamming against your ribcage. You don't know if it's fear or desire overwhelming you when finding yourself in a situation like this with the Marshal Commander himself.

While you still try to find your voice, he already has: “Now you owe me one favor.”

“Hey, that’s not fair! He wasn’t even part of the bet from the beginning”, you hear Hardcase’s objection. Technically speaking he’s right, but who are you to question Cody?

"So, truth or dare you said…" he smirks as he cautiously slides you down against him and puts your feet back to the ground.

His eyes are darkened, glistening with fervor - and something else… You can’t quite figure out what it is, but you think it fits him. His confidence and imposing stature, paired with this mischievous smile and yearning. He’s adorable!

"Uhmmm. Yes."

Cody leans forward, suddenly his face so close to yours that his nose almost brushes yours, his intense gaze drilling right into your innermost being. You are sure he must hear the loud beating of your heart from your excitement. Is he expecting you to take a step backwards?

No. Because then, with a voice, low and gravelly, he asks:

"Tell me, could you still tell us apart when we kiss those lips of yours, even softer and more delicious than the ones you have already let us taste?"

Rex catches you as your knees buckle…

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A Clone's Future

CT-7567 Captain Rex x Female Reader

Content & Trigger Warnings: fluff, physical hurt/comfort, light angst, happy ending, domestic elements, brief suggestive themes, kiss, Anakin & Fives make an appearance

Word Count: 4.1k

Rex is a soldier of the Republic. A clone. And it is not worth daydreaming about what it would be like to have a family. But he does just that, not knowing that there is someone out in the galaxy waiting for him.

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“I saw you eyeing that woman at Seventy Nines.”

Rex glances up from his datapad and flushes, rubbing the back of his neck. Fives grins down at Rex, arms crossed over his chest, one hip slightly popped.

“It was nothing,” mutters Rex, stepping around Fives’ comment.

The corner of Fives’ mouth quirks as he tries to hide a knowing smile. “Nothing? You were practically drooling,” laughs Fives, gently tossing his helmet on the bunk next to Rex’s. “Why didn’t you approach her?”

Rex blinks, confused. “Why would I?”

Fives shakes his head. “She was staring at you too, Captain. We all saw it.”

Rex looks back at the datapad, wanting to be done with this conversation. “And if I talked to her, what then?”

Fives shrugs. “You talk to a beautiful woman. Flirt a bit.” Fives leans in and Rex glances up from the datapad. “Slip into a dark corner for some—”

“That’s enough, Fives,” interjects Rex, his stomach twisting with understanding.

Fives pats Rex’s shoulder and then plops down next to Rex in the bunk. “This war is going to end. What do you plan to do after its over?”

What is he going to do? Rex hasn’t even thought about it. Hasn’t given the idea any life. Rex is a soldier of the Republic. Duty comes first. It always does. Thinking about the future when that future is entirely uncertain will only create heartache in the end.

“Haven’t thought about it,” answers Rex truthfully. Maybe Fives will drop this, and Rex can return to reading the latest war reports.

“Why not?” asks Fives, clearly not interested in moving on.

Rex’s grip on the sides of the datapad tightens.

Why not? Because fantasizing about the future in any capacity leaves Rex vulnerable and open to the realities of his situation. His family are his fellow clones. They are his brothers. All the family he needs is right here. Why would he ever need to consider anything beyond what is already in front of him?

“I don’t see the point,” answers Rex. “We don’t know when this war will end.” He pauses. “And some days we aren’t sure if we’ll even see tomorrow.”

Fives snorts. “That’s the whole reason why you should.”

“Fives—”

“We’re alive, Rex. We are people and we feel. We may serve the Republic, but we deserve to dream like the citizens we protect.” Fives reaches for his helmet and holds it reverently in his lap, the front side facing him. “In peacetime, we deserve a bit of happiness.”

Rex is silent a moment before he speaks. “Are you not happy now, Fives?”

Fives glances up and grins. “I’m happy, Rex. But happiness during peacetime is…different. I want to know what that looks like for us. Dreaming about it isn’t wrong.”

Rex didn’t say that it was wrong, but he’s not going to point that out to Fives.

Fives taps the edge of the helmet against his knee, sighing as he stands. “I’ll leave you to your boring war reports, Rex.” At the door, Fives turns, and grins mischievously. “Next time, if she’s there, you’re talking to her.”

The door to the room whooshes open, and Fives disappears into the hall. When it shuts, Rex is left in the lingering silence, the only sound that of the air filtration system. It hums softly, a dull buzz in the background.

Whenever his mind drifts toward the future—which is almost never—Rex rarely allows himself to linger. Maybe it’s because of his position, and that there are thousands counting on him to lead them. So many of his brothers look to him for guidance, even ones from other sections of GAR. He and Cody are always discussing strategies and offering advice.

Rex tries to live in the moment, to focus on what matters right now. But what Fives said is sinking in, lurking at the back of his mind, and drawing his attention away from the datapad in his hands.

This room is a small barracks area, one for captains and other ranked members of the Clone Army can go to rest. No one else is in here. It’s just him. They’re stationed on Coruscant, waiting to depart for a months long campaign. Rex and the rest of the 501st have some time to relax before returning to the battlefield.

Yes, they did go to 79’s last night. Yes, Rex may have had one too many strong drinks. And yes, Rex couldn’t stop staring at the woman giving him flirtatious glances all night.

Rex might be a clone but he’s still a man.

Locking the datapad, Rex sighs heavily, placing it on the edge of the bed. Tiredness sits in his bones, and Rex gives in to the exhaustion, bringing his legs onto the bunk and laying on his back. He stares at the bunk above him, at the smooth, plain metal, and tries his best to forget everything.

Tries is the key word.

Rex does try, but he cannot stop thinking about Fives and what he said.

He slips unexpectedly, falling into that space, considering the future.

The woman Rex pictures in his mind is faceless. He does not consider her features, or what her hair might be like. He does not consider whether this fictional woman is human or Twi’lek or any other species. Instead, Rex contemplates what he needs in someone else. Would she be soft and kind, someone to smooth out his sharp edges, to help him forget the realities of war, and linger in a calmness that soothes his soul? Or is she sharp witted, adventurous, willing to explore the galaxy and isn’t afraid of danger?

Or is she something else entirely?

Rex floats in the possibilities, of what this woman might be like and what she’d mean to him. Would General Skywalker want to meet her? Would he approve? Is it even allowed to him after the war ends? Will the clones have the right to enjoy the things the citizens of the Republic do?

These questions form in his head quickly but evaporate just as fast. Rex imagines warm arms around him, of knowing that there is always someone waiting for him, to share in all his failures and successes. It is a wonderful sensation, a calming sense of peace that ushers into his head and curls itself around him to take hold.

The physical isn’t entirely important to Rex, but he considers it anyway. He conjures up multiple images, giving the faceless woman hair then lekku then hair again, even picturing the woman he couldn’t stop glancing at while at 79’s. These thoughts bring the woman in his head to life a bit more, as if he’s stoking a fire, protecting the flame from extinguishing.

With his eyes closed, Rex imagines soft hands holding his, moving to his wrists and arms to eventually cradle his cheek. Rex sighs audibly, pretending that there is someone next to him in this bed, curled up against his side with their head on his chest.

But when he reaches across his chest to seek this someone out, his fingers only find empty air.

Rex’s eyelids slowly open, and a heaviness fills his chest. This is why Rex does not entertain thoughts of the future. This is why he lives in the present moment and focuses on the immediate needs of his soldiers and the Republic.

It’s self-indulgent. Unnecessary. That is what Rex tells himself as he turns on his side and tries to find some sleepful peace in the dark.

These streets are a maze, and Rex is utterly lost.

His personal communicator is crushed, and there are slavers on his trail. General Skywalker has no idea that Rex is being pursued. He has no idea that Rex took a blaster shot to the leg or that he’s limping along as he attempts to hide from his assailants.

This is supposed to be an undercover job, a way to figure out where an entire village full of Twi’leks were taken to after disappearing. While General Skywalker pretends to be a slaver interested in buying, Rex’s job is to find another way into where the Twi’leks are being held.

The whole thing fell apart. Crashed. Burnt up like an asteroid entering the atmosphere.

Behind him, his pursuers shout, and people scream. They’re closer than before, and Rex needs to find shelter. He needs to throw them off and return to General Skywalker.

He slips in a puddle, nearly stumbling into a pile of trash.

“Kriffing hell,” mutters Rex, staggering, placing one hand against the side of a building to balance himself.

His chest heaves and his leg is screaming, needing to rest.

Their pounding footsteps grow closer, and Rex takes off, dragging his leg along as he turns the corner. It’s shadowy here, and the street is long and narrow. There is nothing for him to hide in or around. The street is lined with residential buildings. There are entry doors and a few windows on the bottom level, but that won’t give him protection.

Desperation sinks in. Rex tries a few of the nearby doors, receiving no response.

There is a shout from the direction of where Rex just came from. “This way!”

Rex growls with frustration. He turns away from the door of one house, only to freeze when he notices the young woman in an open doorway.

“In here. Quickly.”

Rex glances back once and considers the alternative.

Kriff it, he thinks, entering the dimly lit home, the door whooshing shut behind him. Rex’s leg almost gives out beneath him, a sharp pain shooting up his side. He grunts, starts to double over, and his potential savior comes to him, placing their hands upon him gently.

Realizing that there is another person, Rex glances up quickly, the instinct to survive flaring white and hot and bright.

He finds…you.

And it is not what he expects. Because—no. Rex smothers the thought immediately.

There is a shout right outside the door, and you place a firm hand on Rex’s chest, easing him down toward the floor while holding a single finger up for silence. Rex doesn’t say a word, his gaze flicking between you and the door, and back again.

The voices soften, and then Rex doesn’t hear them at all.

When you sigh with relief, Rex relaxes a bit, knowing that he’s been spared some extra time.

But you? You are a mystery to him. Friend? Or foe?

“You’re hurt.” It’s not a question and Rex immediately likes the sound of your voice. “Heard the shouts,” you continue. “Saw you limping.”

Rex swallows. “Why are you helping me?”

Your smile is soft with a hint of mischievousness. “Do you think I like living amongst slavers?”

Rex shrugs. “Wasn’t really on my mind,” he admits.

“That’s fair,” you laugh. “They rarely treat the people who live here much different from the people they sell. I don’t mind disrupting things for them when I can.”

Friend, then.

Rex can work with that.

You glance down at his leg and frown. Your hand hovers just above the spot where the blaster bolt struck his thigh. Rex grimaces as the pain flares anew, like it knows he’s finally safe and demands immediate treatment.

“Can you stand on it?” you ask gently, placing one hand on Rex’s shoulder. Your palm is warm and a flood of comfort bursts inside him like a dam breaking.

What is it about you that’s different? Why does his body respond to you like he’s safe when his brain can’t seem to make the same connection?

Rex knows but stifles the thought again.

“Was running on it,” jokes Rex, trying to make light of that fact that the pain is a throbbing thing that won’t cease.

The smile you give him is so tooth-rottenly sweet that Rex feels heat warming his cheeks.

“Humor. That’s good.” You lean in a bit and Rex is immediately flustered by your closeness. “Means you’ll live.”

You present your hands, palms upward. They look so soft, so inviting, and Rex accepts. You help him to a fully seated position before sliding an arm around his waist to assist him to his feet. Rex drapes an arm over the back of your shoulders as the two of you hobble along.

You lead Rex into a small bedroom. The bed itself is unmade; the sheets tossed around like you’ve slipped out just to come to his rescue. For some reason, Rex pictures this happening, and then quickly dismisses it.

Easing onto the bed is hell, and Rex winces as you help him to his back. Thankfully, Rex isn’t wearing his armor, which will make tending to the wound much easier.

“May I take a look?”

Rex nods and you seat yourself next to him on the edge of the bed. When your hands touch his thigh, a shiver runs through him like an electrical current. You hum softly as you lightly press around the spot of the burn. Rex tries to stay calm, but in this prone position, Rex is only focused on your face.

He learns the line and curves, all your small tells, and the subtle way you tilt your head as you observe him. On Kamino—on any Republic vessel really—most of the medical care is run by droids, Kaminoans, and clones. It is mainly automated. Impersonal.

This isn’t.

You’re so close and delicate, taking so much care with him that Rex is void of words, only wanting you to keep giving him this attention. That memory, the one where he imagined what he wants creeps up unexpectedly, choking him.

Is this the feeling that Fives talked about? Is this the pull, the tug of what it means to try and find happiness outside of just duty to the Republic? Or is Rex only indulging himself while in the hands of a stranger?

“I have some bacta spray and bandages. I’ll be back in a moment.” When you stand, a momentary wave of panic grips Rex out of nowhere, stunning him.

What the kriffing hell is going on with him?

You’re back within a minute, placing the small box next to you as you return to your previous spot on the bed. Rex is instantly calm, relaxing as you consider where you want to begin.

“Could—” you pause. “It would be easier if the pants weren’t in the way. I can cut them or—”

“It’s fine,” replies Rex. “I can…remove them.”

Your eyes widen. “No. I didn’t mean—”

“Oh—”

“But if you want—”

“It’s—”

“I can cut it.”

“Yes,” nods Rex, relieved. “Yes.” Rex could start a fire with how hot his cheeks are.

With delicate fingers, you slowly cut away a perfect rectangle in his pants where the blaster burn is. Placing the cutters aside, you remove the bacta spray from the box.

“It’ll be cold.”

“I know,” answers Rex quickly.

Your eyebrows rise toward your hairline. “Is it normal for you to be hit by blaster fire?”

Kriff me.

“It’s a hazard of the job,” says Rex slowly.

Your lips part like you’re about to say something and then think better of it. “I won’t ask.” Your smile speaks to quiet amusement, and it feels like this one look is only for him. That this is something the two of you are sharing. That no one else is allowed to see inside.

The hiss of the bottle fills the room, and Rex momentarily flinches as the bacta spray hits his burn. Once done, you withdraw a gauze pad. With the other hand, you gently reach for Rex, lifting his own hand.

“Hold this for me,” you murmur, and the sound of your voice is so soft that Rex cannot resist your command.

Rex does as you ask, keeping the gauze pad pressed to the covered blaster burn. You unspool some bandages, and then begin wrapping his leg. You do not go over the pants. Instead, you slide your hand into the opening you created, guiding the end of the bandages underneath to the other side of his thigh.

It all feels too intimate, and Rex can’t help but linger on how close your hand is to something else.

“You can move your hand now.”

“Right,” mutters Rex, blinking quickly, trying to stare at the ceiling but failing completely.

Your subdued giggle draws his attention back to your face. Tying off the bandages, Rex mourns the loss of your hands when you draw away.

“All done.” You grin, and Rex melts. “I’ll grab you water and something to eat. We can talk after. Figure out a plan.”

We, as if it’s completely natural for you to help him, a stranger.

You bring him water first, and then go back to the small cooking unit, digging around for a pan to cook with while also grabbing ingredients. You shouldn’t do this for him, and yet you are. Rex’s military training tells him to be on guard, to be weary of you even if you’re showing him kindness. But that doesn’t sit right with him. Questioning your motivations taste wrong on his tongue, like he’s the bad person in this situation.

Watching you there next to the cooking unit, tending to him, it draws forth those memories again. Everything about this is too…domestic. Him reclining in bed as someone takes care of him for once is such a foreign thing. Odd. Almost forbidden.

He drifts, allows his mind to daydream of what a life like this could be like. With him, at rest for once, and someone close to him, wanting to do things for him just because they desire to do so.

But Rex doesn’t just think of someone. He thinks of you, and he sinks further and further into the daydream until the Republic, the war, and everything else in his life is a distant point in the galaxy.

But Rex needs to find General Skywalker. And you are a distraction. Healing is important but contacting Skywalker is even more urgent.

The meal you bring him is hot and so kriffing fresh that Rex nearly moans with pleasure. He could get used to this.

“Is it too intrusive to ask why you were running?” you ask, clasped hands resting in your lap. You’re sitting in the same spot on the edge of the bed, not opting to grab a chair or to sit anywhere else.

“I was poking around where I shouldn’t. Got caught.” Rex takes another bite and it’s better than the last.

“Are you alone? Or is there someone I can try to contact for you?” You shrug. “Don’t think it’s a good idea to turn you loose in the streets.”

“No,” laughs Rex. “Bad idea.” Your slightly embarrassed smile pleases him. While Rex ponders that, he also realizes he doesn’t know your name. “Here I am eating your food and sleeping in your bed. And I didn’t ask you your name.”

You give it without question and ask him the same. Rex considers whether or not he should tell you his real name or the fake one General Skywalker gave him for the job.

“It’s Rex,” he finally answers.

“Rex,” you say, as if rolling it around on your tongue, considering it and him, almost testing it out. Rex likes the way you say it. There is a soft sigh in the way you breathe his name. “Rex.”

“Just Rex.”

“Okay, Just Rex.”

He nearly chokes with laugher on the next bite of food. Once he clears his throat, Rex decides to be as honest as he can. “I’m traveling with someone. I need to find them.”

“I’ll go,” you say. “You shouldn’t leave.” Even though you’re staring at him, you still reach out and place a hand on his knee. You don’t break eye contact, and the earnestness is startling.

Rex gives you General Skywalker’s fake name and where you might find him. “It might be dangerous,” he says, trying to iterate the severity of the situation.

You squeeze his knee with a smile and stand, going to the closet to dig around. When you turn around, you hold up a large blaster. “I can handle myself.”

Using the strap, you secure it over your chest, the blaster hanging to the side. “I’ll be back. Don’t open the door for anyone.” You give him a little salute and Rex watches you leave through the front door.

The healing agent in the bacta spray and the need for rest creeps up. When the food is gone, Rex places the bowl to the side, slipping back into the daydream.

“Sleeping, Rex?”

Rex nearly launches himself off the bed. “General Skywalker,” he breathes, relief flooding his chest.

In the small doorway, you stand quietly, hands clasped tightly in front of your chest. You found him and even brought Skywalker with you.

He stops next to the side of the bed. “Glad you’re okay.”

Rex shrugs. “You would have come for me eventually.”

General Skywalker grins and nods his head. “That I would, Rex. I don’t like leaving my men behind. Especially you.” He glances at you standing in the doorway, and then turns back to Rex, one eyebrow arching in question. Rex nods, acknowledging Skywalker’s silent ask.

He exhales and approaches you. “Thank you. For taking care of my friend.” General Skywalker’s inclines his head in your direction.

“Of course. It’s nothing. Really.”

Skywalker holds out his hand and Rex clasps it. He drags Rex up to a seated position. “How’s the leg?”

“It’ll heal,” answers Rex. It’s already feeling better with the bacta spray on it.

“Can you walk?”

Rex stands. Wobbles. Remains upright. “I can manage, General.”

Skywalker glances at Rex’s torn pants. “We need to fix that.” He starts to remove his outer cloak and Rex shakes his head. “Don’t question it, Rex.”

Rex reluctantly grabs the cloak from General Skywalker and wraps it around himself, hiding the blaster burn. You step out of the way of the door to allow them exit. Rex’s glances at you and your lips turn upward.

At the door, Rex pauses, wanting to stay just a few minutes longer. “Thank you,” he says softly.

“Just avoid blaster bolts. If you can. For me.”

The back of Rex’s neck heats up and he exits the small house with a nod of his head. When the door whooshes shut, General Skywalker’s muted grin turns devilish.

“What?” asks Rex, flustered.

“You like her,” says Skywalker.

“I—I don’t.” Rex straightens his shoulders. “Why do you think that?”

General Skywalker taps the side of his head with one finger. “Jedi.”

“Sir. That explains nothing.”

“The feeling is mutual, Rex,” calls Skywalker over his shoulder as he starts walking down the street.

Rex nearly trips. “What’s mutual?” he asks, already knowing what his general means but not wanting to admit it to himself. General Skywalker gestures in the direction of your home. “No,” blurts Rex. “That’s not true.”

General Skywalker’s knowing grin is enough to silence him.

“You’ll see her again, Rex. I have a good feeling about it.”

“You’re doing a good thing, Rex. Even if you can’t always see it.” Your fingers slide over his jaw to gently cup his cheek. Rex leans into the touch, sighing heavily. “Saving one is an accomplishment, and you have rescued so many.”

After the Republic fell, and Rex and Ahsoka parted ways, he came to find you, only to bring you along with him on his journey to save his brothers’. You’re not on the frontlines, standing by his side in Imperial complexes, executing daring rescues. Rex wouldn’t allow that of you even if you insisted. You’re good with a blaster but you’re no soldier and losing you might shatter him.

Instead, you stay on Coruscant, awaiting each of his returns, ready to take care of, and look after, any clones Rex brings back with him. You never complain. Never waiver. You are his rock, a home for him to find a bit of peace from the unending injustices of the galaxy.

With your hand upon his cheek, you lean into him, resting your forehead against the side of his temple. “You’re a good man, Rex. I know that you know that.”

Rex’s fingers intertwine with yours. Bringing your hand up to his face, he gently kisses every knuckle and each finger. Sighing, you press lightly on his cheek, guiding Rex’s face in your direction. There is no brief pause or wanton hesitation. Rex knows where he stands with you, and his lips meet with your own in perfect satisfaction.

The future he dreamed of is here, with you, while rescuing his brothers.

The Empire is vast. It is powerful. But he is not alone. And that, the shared experience of companionship, is a hope in the face of a looming darkness.

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