#tcw fan fiction
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The Hunt
On my Halloween vampire kick still!
Vampire! Fives x Human F!Reader
Reader F but not described.
Rating: Explicit (R) Minors DNI
Warnings: Mentions of abuse, vampirism, blood drinking, wall s3x, alleyway s3x, p in v, unprotected sex
Summary: There was an unspoken rule amongst the vampires of Coruscant; don’t kill unless provoked, leave no evidence, don’t feed more than once on the same person.
As his eyes focused on a familiar outline in the crowd, arousal shooting through his body, Fives knew he was going to break that last rule tonight. Again.
@amorfista I'm back on my vampire BS lol
79’s was heaving, as it ever was, though Fives couldn’t help but smirk at the array of fancy dress on the patrons.
Hallows’eve had always been a spectacle he’d watched from the outside, but never participated in, until now. Being a vampire, it almost felt like a festival honouring him, many a skimpy clad dancer with fake, painted blood spots on their neck, mimicking them being a victim of a bite.
His stomach fluttered and cock twitched at the mere thought of making those marks real.
Letting out a soft growl, dark yellow eyes flicked across the crowd.
There were so many options tonight, it was on the verge of overwhelming. Usual nights were quiet when he would hunt, pickings often slim, especially since the end of the war.
Peace bred much fewer habit drinkers than wartime, he mused.
But he always got his fill, taking enough to satisfy but not to kill. There was no point in arousing suspicion, and if enough patrons of a certain venue were killed, it inevitably closed. There was an unspoken rule amongst the vampires of Coruscant; don’t kill unless provoked, leave no evidence, don’t feed more than once on the same person.
As his eyes focused on a familiar outline in the crowd, arousal shooting through his body, Fives knew he was going to break that last rule tonight. Again.
She looked ethereal under the strobing lights of the dancefloor, hair swaying with the movement of her hips, body gyrating to the music. Wearing only a thigh length, navy blue dress adorned with sequins on the hem, she literally sparkled, body shivering when she felt his gaze settle on her.
As soon as her attention turned to him, a bolt of arousal went straight to Five’s cock, his flesh hardening instantly. His tongue darted out to lick his lips automatically, her face flushing ever so slightly at the action as she reached out her hand and beckoned him over.
He couldn’t deny her. He never could.
Sauntering through the crowd, their eyes remained locked on each others, even as bodies swayed and rocked around them, sweat and alcohol tainting the scent of the air. It was a magnetic pull, as if he was drawn to her, the sweet, addictive memory of the taste of her already on his tongue.
By the time he reached her, he was rock hard and wanting, slipping into place behind her and joining in with her writhing dance, growling low in his throat at the way she pressed back against him.
“I thought I’d missed you tonight,” she called over the music, her backside grinding against his hips as his mouth found her shoulder. He inhaled deeply, relishing her scent. “You’ve not been around for a few days.”
It was true, Fives had been haunting some of his other hunting grounds and meeting with vode, but the allure of her, the memory of how sweet her essence was, had him coming back more often than he should.
The fact she’d noticed sent another thrill through his body, but this hit differently, warming his cold heart in a way he didn’t want to dwell on too much.
“You miss me, mesh’la?” he teased lightly, dragging his lips across the soft skin of her neck. He could feel her racing pulse, hear her ragged breathing, practically taste her arousal as she spun around in his arms, facing him.
“What if I did?” she challenged, gaze locked on Five’s, his smirk matching hers.
“You like playing dangerous games, sweet one,” he hummed, looking her over. She was utterly gorgeous, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit, it was one of the first things he’d noticed about her first.
That first night was still etched in his memory, how she’d lured him in with her siren song of a dance, grinding on him until it got too much and she dragged him towards the bathrooms.
It was only as he fingered her from behind, his hand pushed into her underwear in front of the mirror, her face twisted in pleasure and his reflection phasing in and out of reality that she learned of his true nature, practically begging him to drink from her, her core clenching at the very thought of it.
He’d complied easily, lost to pleasure as he drank his fill and she sank to her knees, drinking everything he had to offer in her own way.
It had been a pleasurable night, one that he’d kept in his memory for a week after, sated enough that he didn’t have to hunt. And when he returned, she was there. Waiting. Wanting. Sidling up to him at the bar and pressing her wrist to his mouth, urging him to sink his teeth into her.
He hadn’t even had time to order a drink before he had her pressed up against the wall, feasting on her pussy before he drank from her again, fingering her to a sweet release as he lapped at the wound, closing it tenderly.
Oddly, they’d talked afterwards, not for long, but enough to exchange names and dates they intended to visit next. And it sparked something in Fives. This was dangerous, he knew. She could be anyone; a hunter, the bait of a hunter, or just a hot girl with a very specific kink.
Whatever the truth was, he was wary to begin with. But weeks turned into months, and now it had been almost a full year since their first encounter, his heart fluttering at the thought.
They’d still not had sex, his nature still bound by honour. He wouldn’t take advantage of her, everything had to be initiated in a way she was comfortable with. But tonight, it felt different. More primal.
His suspicions were confirmed when she leaned in closer, tongue darting over the shell of his ear, sending a shiver through his body.
“I was actually hoping to ask you for something, Fives. For our upcoming anniversary.”
Her words were teasing but her face was set a little too serious, Five’s stomach twisting as the music slowed a little, the rhythm more sensual, bodies pressed close together.
“And what would that be, mesh’la?” he asked against her skin, lips moving in to caress her neck once more.
A beat of silence. Then…
“I… I want you to turn me. I want you to fuck me and let me turn, Fives. I want to… I want to be with you.”
Fives jerked back as if stung, eyes wide.
He had expected the request for sex, sure, it was something that had been on his mind as well, but the latter half of her request sent him reeling.
“I… I can’t!” he half choked, stumbling back a few steps. Her face was a picture of disappointment and hurt, uncertainty weaved through every movement it made. “You… you can’t just ask that of me.”
“Why not?” she snapped, suddenly angry, the rage rising up to replace the sharpness of her hurt.
Fives looked around, aware other patrons had stopped dancing to look at them, listening in on their conversation.
In a movement that brokered no arguments, he reached forward and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards one of the exits from 79’s, out onto the cold, busy streets of Corsucant.
To her credit, she did not protest, allowing herself to be led, trusting Five’s actions.
The very thought of that trust made him dizzy. How could she, this delicate, beautiful, thoughtful woman want to be with him? He was a vampire, but all accounts, a monster.
“You don’t want it,” he breathed as they finally made it into a secluded alley, away from prying eyes. She faced him, eyes searching his face with a frown, as if trying to decipher something. “It’s… it’s not what you think it is.”
“Then tell me,” she urged him, leaning back against the wall behind her, earnesty in her voice. “Tell me what it’s really like, and I can decide.”
Fives considered her words for a moment, replying with a scowl of his own.
“I’ll tell you,” he murmured slowly, “if you tell me why you asked me to drink you the second you found out I was a vampire.”
That stopped her in her tracks, her jaw clenching as she glared at Fives, finally huffing and turning her head away, relenting.
“Because I thought you were going to kill me.”
The silence between them was broken only by the omnipresent buzz of the living city around them, Five’s eyes going wide at her admission.
Reaching a hand up to her face, he traced her jaw tenderly, pulling just enough to make her turn to face him. He wished nothing more than to kiss her tears away, his arms shaking with the effort of giving her space.
“I… I was in a bad relationship,” she continued after a moment, voice thick with emotion, “and I’d gone out to… to forget. I knew, as soon as I got back, he’d… well… He’d hurt me,” she laughed bitterly, Fives frown darkening.
If he’d known, had any idea, he would have gone back with her that night and kept her safe.
“I… I’m sorry,” he offered uselessly, chest constricting when she looked away again, shaking her head.
“I thought you would drink me dry and leave me there,” she swallowed, tears spilling down her cheeks as she met Five’s gaze again, “and it would all be over. No more pain, no more humiliation, no more suffering. Only… you didn’t. You were gentle, even when you fed. You treated me like… like a person. Like I was worth something. So… I came back.”
Her explanation left Fives reeling, his entire focus on her. Of all of the things he thought he might hear from her tonight, this was not even remotely close to his guesses.
“Cyare,” he breathed, his other hand now travelling to her face, both moving to bring her in for a tender kiss. She whimpered against his lips, her own hands grabbing at his waist, pulling him flush to her.
Their kiss was different this time, the tang of her tears mixing with saliva as their tongues danced in unison, Five’s hands pulling hers above her head, pinning her against the wall. One leg slipped between her thighs, pressing his knee against her.
The whimper she released into his mouth was divine, swallowed down by him as she rocked herself against his thigh, seeking friction.
Finally breaking the kiss, Fives pulled back with lust blown eyes, his fangs bared now as he panted for breath.
“There’s no going back from this,” he warned her, deathly serious as she gazed up at him, completely vulnerable. “True star sunlight will kill you, you’ll need to feed like I do, and you could live for centuries. You’ll watch everything you know and love crumble to dust around you, and there’ll be nothing you can do to stop it.”
“The only thing I’ve ever cared for is you,” she gasped out, arching her neck, giving Fives a perfect view of her pulse point. “I have no family, my job is dead-end. I’ve been working just to afford to come to meet you. There’s nothing left for me. Only you.”
Fives let out a guttural groan, fighting the urge to simply sink his teeth into her there and then.
“Mesh’la,” he chastised her gently, “I need to be sure. If I turn you, you’re bound to me. We’ll be bonded. I can only ever turn one person, you have to be sure. I couldn’t live with you hating me for eternity.”
Her eyes widened at his admission, fingers clenching against his hand where he still held them above her head, his palm dwarfing her slender wrists.
“I want you, Fives,” she managed, almost choking on his name as his other hand trailed down her breasts, teasing at her nipples, “I’ve wanted this since the moment we met. I need you, for as long as you’ll have me.”
That was all the encouragement Fives needed, a shiver of arousal pulsing through his body.
“Forever is a long time, cyare.”
She could only gasp as he shifted his leg away and unbuckled his belt with ease, black jeans pulled down just enough to expose his thick, leaking cock.
“Good,” she breathed, letting out a whimpering moan as his fingers slipped up her thigh, dragging one leg over his hip before moving to her core, gently tugging her panties to one side and lining the head of his cock up to her entrance.
“Last chance,” he offered, eyes locked on hers for what felt like an eternity. She looked utterly debauched already, pupils blown wide with lust, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
“Make me yours.”
They both moaned in unison as Fives slid inside her, the delicious friction of his cock against her insides bringing a new level of pleasure to her, one she’d never felt before. He was thicker than anyone she’d ever had before, her walls fluttering around him as he bottomed out, wrapping his free hand into her hair, tugging her head to the side.
The absolute euphoria that spread through every cell of her body when he sank his fangs into her, piercing the vein in her neck and letting her very life flow against his tongue was like nothing she could ever have described.
The intensity of a lightning strike, the pleasure of a well known lover, the force of a tsunami, it was overwhelming in the most primal way.
“F-Fives, oh, m-maker,” she managed, chest drawing in desperate, shuddering breaths. His lips sealed around the bite, sucking deeply as he fucked up into her, his other hand releasing hers above her head to grab at her waist, lifting her up against him.
She wrapped her legs around his waist without hesitation, her own hands raking down his back as he drank from her, desperate for every last drop.
Her head span, desire and pleasure mixing together to make everything hazy and unimportant. She could feel her heart slowing, the chill of the night seeping into her as Fives continued to fuck her deeply, moaning into her neck as he rolled his hips, relishing in the way she clenched around him.
Finally, as the world began to fade for her, Fives licked at her neck, lathing his tongue over the wound, and she found his wrist pressed against her mouth, the sweet, metallic tang of his blood filling her senses, his essence dribbling over her lips.
“Drink, my love,” he urged her as he bucked against her, drawing more moans from those beautiful lips, “have me. Become mine.”
He didn’t need to ask her again. Her mouth latched onto his wrist, sucking greedily at the wound on his wrist, laking all he had to offer her. Fresh pleasure rushed through Five’s body, his essence mixing with hers, the exchange of life, the awakening of a new part of her.
She felt it too, the absolute bliss, her body bucking and writhing against his, orgasm after orgasm coursing through her as she drank, her body changing, cooling, growing in strength.
Fives pulled his wrist away as he spilled inside her, caught off guard by the crest of his pleasure. Crashing their mouths together, they drank in the taste of each other, Five’s seed coating her insides, held in as he rocked them through the afterglow.
Caught once more by the intensity of it all, she let out a whimper against his lips, almost collapsing into his arms as exhaustion took over, a feeling he remembered all too well from his own turning.
“Easy, cyare,” he cooed, wincing in sympathy as he withdrew from her, hands steady on her waist, supporting her, “you’re going to feel weak for a while.”
“F-Fives, I, I l-love you,” she breathed, oblivious to the way his eyes flashed in delight, yellow orbs shining in the darkness.
“And I love you, mesh’la. I’m going to take you home, to our home, now. We will rest and wake together, and you can feed again. Then, I will show you the world through your new eyes.”
“P-Please, F-Fives. Thank, thank you. You’re all I, all I want.”
Fives couldn’t fight the soppy grin that lilted his lips as he quickly redressed himself and picked her up bridal style, his touch tender and comforting.
“You have me, cyare. Forever.”
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Summary: You wake up to find that you’re trapped in a cave with Fives. As oxygen dwindles and every breath you take is a countdown to death, you’re forced to confront your feelings for the ARC Trooper.
Pairing: Fives x AFAB!Reader
Warnings/Tags: 18+ *MINORS DNI*, Smut, PiV sex, Oral (female receiving), Brief descriptions of blood and wound care, Near Death Situation, Angst, Hurt/Comfort/Fluff, Porn with way too much Plot, Happy Ending
Word Count: 8.5k (don’t look at me)
A/N: NGL, this one got away from me. Also, maybe someday I’ll write something that isn’t “Idiots in Love” Trope. Today is not that day.
Ao3
It was the worst headache of your life. Everything throbbed. The pain radiated from your right temple and washed over your head, your neck, and then down your spine in sharp, ceaseless waves. The tension pulled your brow together, but any furrowing sent a new stabbing sensation straight to your forehead. The only comfort came from the surface below. Whatever you were lying on, the texture was worn, and the surface was stiff, but a damp coolness saturated the fabric, soothing your aching head.
Where am I? You wondered, the thought forming in between the blooms of pain.
You blinked. The world was blurred as you tried to peek out from under heavy eyelids. The only light was faint, barely illuminating the shadows surrounding you. Awareness slowly returned to your limbs, and you realized you were lying on your side. You stretched out an arm and pushed yourself up. A groan left your lips at the effort.
“Oh, thank the little gods,” You heard a voice you couldn’t place. “You’re awake.”
You tried to turn to the person, but the movement and the change of position were too much. The world started to sway, and you began to plummet back downwards again.
“Whoa, whoa.” Large arms wrapped around you, halting your fall.
Whoever caught you pulled you into them, steadying you against their body, but any softness of their form was interrupted by a stiff, immovable chest. A puzzle piece to this mystery. Plastoid. You blinked. Armor. You blinked again. The haze started to leave your vision, but that didn’t make what you saw any clearer.
“Fives?”
The Arc Trooper grinned down at you, his trademark sideways smile still just as bright in the dim light.
“Hey, mesh’la.”
The clouds of your lightheadedness parted. Fives was kneeling next to you, supporting your weight against his chest plate as he held you up. You moved to right yourself again, crawling onto your knees and sitting back on your heels. He let you shift away from him, though his arms cautiously followed you as you straightened yourself, in case you swayed again.
Details slowly came into focus. Rock surrounded you on all sides. The edges and deep crevasses that ran up the jagged walls created long shadows that danced along the red stone in the soft glow. The light was thrown on them by a bright orb in the middle of this cavern. Through the shine, you recognized it as one of the ARC-standard lanterns. While the illumination didn’t offer much, it was enough to show that the open space you found yourself in wasn’t large, probably no bigger than an escape pod. The floor was dirt, and underneath you lay a blanket. It was one of the GAR-issued ones that the clones carried in their packs. My pack. Your instincts as a medic made your heart jump, and you instinctively patted the ground around you, looking for your gear before you spotted it. Leaning against the opposite corner of the cave was your medic pack and all of Fives’ kit. It had all been rifled through, with supplies out everywhere. You turned back to Fives, who was watching you carefully. He stayed on his knees next to you, still within arm’s reach.
“What’s…” Whatever question was on your lips was cut off and erased by another stabbing pain.
You let out a small groan, and your hand shot to your forehead. You could feel a bacta patch on your temple. Underneath it, broken skin throbbed. You glanced down at your jumpsuit to find it covered in blood.
“Look at me.” Fives quickly spoke, pulling your eyes back to his face. “You got hit in the head. You were a real mess. I’m not you or Kix, but I tried to clean you up as best I could.”
He made you track his fingers and asked you the questions you had asked him a million times before. For how talented a soldier he was, Fives had more head injuries than the rest of the GAR combined. You could always count on finding him in your medbay after every mission for one reason or another. He tried to assess your vision but flashed fingers before you faster than you could count them.
“That’s not how you do that.” You giggled as you rolled your eyes. “Nice try, Doctor Fives.”
“Sarcasm intact, I see.” Fives chuckled, but the laugh didn’t meet his eyes.
He raised his hand to your chin and slowly tilted it so he could inspect your wound. He lifted his other hand to graze over your temple, pressing down on the bacta patch that he must have gotten from your pack and placed on your wound earlier.
“Wasn’t deep, luckily.” He said, his voice soft now. “Just bled a ton. You scared me, mesh’la.”
He was close. So close. And the look on his face made you wonder.
“A big ole ARC Trooper was scared for me?” You teased, desperate for anything to break the tension.
His eyes met yours before he flicked them back to the bandaged wound. Oh, you swallowed before you quickly reprimanded yourself. You had to do that often with Fives. You had been with the 501st since the beginning of the war, and you loved every one of the men you served with. They loved you too. When you weren’t chasing the brave -if slightly reckless - soldiers into battle, they were often pulling you into their own shenanigans, like nights out at 79’s or games of sabacc in the barracks or pranks that made Rex assign you all to fresher duty for a week. It was different with Fives, though.
He had no idea, of course. He didn’t know how his banter, more playful and flirty than his brothers, or that little nickname, mesh’la, affected you. He didn’t know that, through no fault of his, you had been swept off your feet by the handsome man since the moment you met him. He’d never led you on or made you think your feelings were reciprocated. He’d been nothing but respectful and kind. Still, you couldn’t shake your feelings for the ARC Trooper. You loved the way he butted heads with you. You loved how he teased the people he cared about, including you. You loved the way he looked after his brothers. You loved his ingenuity on the battlefield. Despite your best efforts, you loved Fives. You pushed your feelings aside as best you could, trying to only let them creep up on you during dark moments alone. There was no point in dwelling on it. Fives would never feel that way about you. Still, this sudden doting made your stomach twist.
Don’t read into it. You scolded yourself. He’s just worried about you. With his gaze back on your forehead, you tried to turn your attention elsewhere. You searched for the last thing you remembered.
You were on Geonosis. That much you knew. Even in the dark, the sandstone of the walls around you was apparent. Geonosis. You strained and tugged on strings as you tried to remember why you were in Geonosis or, more importantly, where on Geonosis you were.
“What’s going on, Fives?”
The ARC trooper sat back, finally confident you wouldn’t fall again, and leaned against the wall. He pulled one knee up, resting his arm on it. The other leg extended out next to you.
“What do you remember?”
He nodded as you pieced together details for him, filling in the blanks where he could. The more you tugged on those threads, the more you could weave together. Geonosis. You remembered trekking across the desert with a small squad. You remembered an ambush. A group of bugs had sprung out of the dunes. It had happened so suddenly. There had been a lot of blaster fire and explosions. As soon as the fighting started, Fives grabbed your arm, pulling you to shelter behind him. You remembered darkness engulfing the landscape and Fives cursing as his brothers disappeared from view. A sandstorm was sweeping in; brutal winds whipped up the desert as it approached. Fives took hold of your arm again, leading you to the foot of the nearby mesa. The last thing you could remember was pointing to a small cave, thinking it could offer shelter to wait out the deadly weather. Fives, barely visible even a foot in front of you as the storm finally descended, led the way. Then, nothing. There was no more thread to pull at. Trying to piece together the last of the story, you turned to look towards what you vaguely recalled to be the entrance. It was covered in broken, serrated rocks. You frowned. That couldn’t be good.
“Cave collapsed.” Fives finally admitted as you finished. “Must have been unstable, and the winds from the storm made it worse. I tried to dig out, but it just kept collapsing. Without tools, it’ll bring the whole thing down on us. And you’ve had enough head injuries for one day.”
“And you for one lifetime.” You reminded Fives. “So we’re stuck here, huh?”
He nodded, watching you as you moved to cross your legs and settle into a seated position. You noticed his careful look but kept your attention on the predicament.
“Any other exit?” You glanced around, the tall walls suddenly hugging you a little tighter.
If there were any, the cave held its secrets well. The only light came from the lamp, and the air felt heavy. Unmoving.
“No,” Fives’ face was grim when you turned back to him. “I looked after I got you cleaned up. My helmet was damaged during the cave-in, but the radar still works, and there’s nothing.”
He dropped his gaze to his boots. Fives was a lot of things, but a good liar wasn’t one of them. There was something he wasn’t telling you.
“What else?”
Fives let out a little huff. He knew lying wasn’t his strength either. After a moment, he spoke again.
“Indicators on my bucket show the oxygen supply of this little pocket isn’t… uh, well, it’s not gonna last forever.” He raised a hand, rubbing his gloved palm against the back of his neck, still not looking at you.
You frowned at Fives. You didn’t like how vague he was being. Many people mistook Fives’ carefree demeanor for carelessness, but you knew otherwise. Fives was nothing if not thorough in his recon, and that meant he was still hiding something.
“How long?” You asked, your tone still the same one you would use in the medbay. Scientific and determined.
“We have four more hours of oxygen.”
You nodded. That would explain the heaviness of the air.
“Is anyone coming?”
“Yes, Rex is on… on his way.” He coughed as he spoke.
You watched as his jaw twitched from the tension and his gaze shifted further from yours. You glanced at his helmet. It sat among the scattered gear, the antenna snapped off and lying beside it on the ground. You considered your own communicator for a moment but knew its range would never make it through these stone walls. You looked back at Fives.
“Don’t lie to me.” If you could have registered anything at that moment, you would have been surprised at how suddenly quiet your voice was.
Fives flicked his eyes back to finally meet yours. He stared, his honey-brown irises flickering gold in the dim light.
“No,” He finally answered, like a sentencing. “Comms are down. No one is coming.”
You nodded. Your gaze fell to your palms. This was it. Trapped with no way out. You had always known you could die during this war. You had assumed it would be on the battlefield. The thought that it wouldn’t be twisted in your gut. A rage began to boil. You didn’t want to die here, suffocating. You wanted to go down fighting. You looked back at Fives, ready to protest against your fate. Then you saw his face. He met you with a look of understanding that stopped any objection on your lips.
“It’s okay.” He shrugged. “I’m mad too. I’m a soldier. I’m supposed to die on my feet, not in some cave.”
With that, the rage disappeared.
“I’m sorry, Fives.”
“Me too.” He gave you a half-smile. “Honestly, part of me hoped you wouldn’t wake up. Then you wouldn’t have known. You wouldn’t have to wait.”
You tried to return his half-smile, but your heart panged at the thought of Fives having to wait for death alone. You crawled to sit against the wall next to him. Pressing your back against the stone wall, you rested your head on his pauldron.
“Well, I’m glad I’m awake.” You finally spoke. You were surprised to find that you meant it. “What now?”
“Just wait, I guess.”
You didn’t have to look at Fives to see the defeat that had swept over him. It was clear in his voice, the emptiness of his tone ringing like a gong. You frowned. If you were going to be awake, you had to do something. Your eyes fell onto the gear scattered at the foot of the opposite wall.
“I have a sabacc deck.” You tilted your head up at the ARC trooper.
“You’re on.” Fives snorted as he grinned down at you, the smile finally meeting his eyes.
Time crept on at a cruel pace. Too fast and too slow at the same time. The two of you had an unspoken agreement not to look at the indicators on Fives’ helmet. The mood was heavy, but you were grateful to be with Fives. You moved to sit across from him, a perfect little space for sabacc forming between the two of you. Fives discarded his armor, and you had unzipped the top half of your jumpsuit, tying its arms around your waist. Even still, the white tank top clung to you in the stifling heat of the cavern. The temperature aside, it almost could have been another night in the barracks, just the two of you outlasting his brothers as you stayed up too late, laughing and sharing secrets.
“You think the others are okay?” Your thoughts wandered to your friends.
“Echo, Kix, and Rex are too smart to die, Jesse’s too stubborn, and Hardcase is too lucky.” Fives chuckled as he looked over his hand. “Fate’s already given up on killing ‘Case. Despite his best efforts. It’ll be some stupid hero move if he ever goes out.”
You laughed. Thinking that the rest of the squad was safe brought a little comfort, at least. Then you thought of how Fives had protected you during the fight. A hero.
“Like protecting civilian medic during a firefight?” The cards in front of you began to swim, and your eyes quickly found the cave's dirt floor. “You shouldn’t have helped me.”
“Don’t say that.” Fives frowned and tilted his head down so he could meet your gaze. “I would have been looking for shelter during that storm, no matter what. I always would have ended up here.”
Fives looked away, his attention back on the game as he cast the die. You quickly blinked, trying to clear your burning eyes. He swore at the numbers that came up.
“Your turn,” He smiled at you. “And for the record, protecting you… I don’t regret it. Not for a second.”
You sighed. Regrets. You had plenty, and now, the thought that maybe you had led Fives here to this fate was quickly climbing the list. It was more suffocating than the dwindling oxygen. Fives must have been able to see the shadow lingering over you.
“Hey,” He placed his cards to the side and patted the ground between his legs. “Come here.”
You climbed over Fives’ shins and settled yourself against his chest. You stared out into the darkness as Fives wrapped an arm around you, pulling you back into him. It was a little too warm to be comfortable, but you lifted a hand to his forearm and clung to him all the same.
It wasn’t the first time you’d been this close to Fives. All the clones were comfortable with you, hugging you, picking you up, teasing you like a sister. Fives was no different; it always made your crush that much harder. Even now, as death waited around the corner, your heart raced a little faster. You frowned at yourself, willing it to slow. As you tried to focus, you realized that you could feel his heartbeat where his chest pressed to your back. That didn’t help your own heart rate or your focus.
Finally, Fives broke the silence you didn’t realize had settled between you two.
“I wish I could’ve seen the end of it, you know?” His voice was quieter than you’d ever heard it.
“The end of what?” You asked, still staring out into the dark.
“The war. I’d like to give peace a try.” It was his turn to sigh. “I know they wouldn’t just let us go. There’s always another war to fight, but maybe… maybe I could’ve had a life too. Settle down, raise a family. Deploy when they need me but get to come back to a place that was home instead of just a different set of barracks. Maybe I could’ve had a chance to be more than just a number.”
You thought of the heart beating behind you. How alive he was. Fives always had been, and that zeal permeated everything he did. When it came down to it, that was why you fell in love with him. A number’s heart never beat like that.
“You’ve never been just a number.” You whispered, more to the darkness than to Fives. “Not to me.”
You settled further into his chest and closed your eyes. You could still feel the gentle rhythm of his heart between your shoulder blades. The idea that it would come to a stop in a few short hours was too much to bear. You reached for the hand that wasn’t holding you. You needed to feel its warmth. You pulled it into your chest, clasping his hands.
Then you felt his fingers lace through yours. You opened your eyes and looked over your shoulder to find Fives watching you.
Your heart stopped. Time slowed. You knew the gleam in his eyes. You’d always wanted him to look at you like that, like you were the only thing in the world. Right now, you supposed you were.
“Even after everything, you know what my only regret will be?” His breath was hot against your neck.
“What?” Your heart was racing again.
“I never got to kiss you.”
Before you could stop yourself, you let go of his forearm and reached for the collar of his compression top. You pulled him into you. Fives met your lips solidly, stunned and in shock. In the next moment, you felt him begin to melt into the kiss. His hunger quickly matched yours, and he slid his tongue over your lip, begging entrance. You let him in, the shock of your actions finally sparking within you as you savored his taste.
No more regrets, a voice in the back of your head boomed, and a boldness suddenly came over you.
Never leaving his lips, you spun your torso to him and brought yourself to your knees, straddling his legs. He pulled you to his chest, deepening the kiss now that you were at a better angle. His goatee brushed your chin, a comforting reminder that this was real. It was really Fives kissing you. Your hands found his the back of his neck where you clung to him as Fives sealed his lips on yours. He wrapped one arm around your waist while the other hand cupped the back of your head, tilting you so he could taste every inch of your mouth. You sucked on his tongue, and Fives let out a small rumble that went straight to your core. His scent, a heady warmth with a hint of plasma, overwhelmed your senses. He was all you could breathe now, but you needed more. You wanted to feel him. You let your hands fall to his chest and pushed back, breaking the kiss. He stared up at you, this kneeling position giving you the height advantage. His jaw was slack, and his brown eyes were dazed as you met his gaze. You reached for the hem of your white tank top and pulled it over your head, stripping it from your body, and tossed it aside. Fives leaned back as he gapped at you, stunned by your movement. You turned your attention to his clothing, tugging at the edge of his compression shirt.
“Wait, wait!” Fives’ hands met yours. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Your voice was firm as you watched him, unblinking.
He swallowed, his grip a little tighter on your hands. He wanted this too.
“We’re going….” His look kept getting pulled back to your lips. “We’re going to use up oxygen.”
“I don’t care.” Your eyes roved over his face. You had waited so long for this. If you were going to die, you wanted to do it by his lips. “Do you?”
“Kriff, no.” He half-growled, any reservations disappearing with your consent.
Everything became rushed. Each movement was faster than the next as you both raced against the clock. Fives released your hands, letting you strip the top from his form. You ran your hands back down over his muscled, tan chest. Fives groaned at your touch before he tugged at your waist, pulling you back into his lips. You gripped his powerful bicep in one hand while the other found its way to his curls, tugging gently at the short hair and earning a moan from Fives. His broad fingertips dug at your bare skin, needy and wanting. He ran his hands over your ribs and under your binder, grazing the sensitive skin underneath your breasts. Then, he traced his way downward. His hands snuck under the fabric of your jumpsuit and made their way over the curve of your legs and around to your backside, kneading at your flesh as he pulled you closer to him still. You felt him harden beneath you. He left your lips to kiss along your jaw before he found a spot on your neck. He sucked and nipped, sending a shiver that traveled from your pulse point down to the pooling heat in the pit of your stomach. You wished you had more time.
You didn’t, though. Even now, the invisible timer ticked away in the back of your head. You moved to squat so you could strip your jumpsuit from your lower half. Fives held you up, his strong hands gripping under your arms as you struggled with the fabric. In sloppy movements, you finally pulled the jumpsuit and underwear from your legs. Fives quickly wrapped you back into him as soon as possible. Your kiss was frenzied now. His hands traveled up and down your body, caressing every inch of your skin he could reach as he swept his fingertips over you in a hurried march. They returned to your binder, where they lingered for a moment. Fives traced your pert nipples through the fabric, the friction teasing your sensitive skin, but after letting out a small huff in your mouth, he moved on. The timer was clearly ticking for him too. Fives found his true target as his hand trailed downward and made its way between you. He paused at your soaking opening only for a moment, tracing your tight ring of muscle just enough to tease you before he quickly slid a warm finger home.
His lips moved back to your neck as you snapped your hips against his hand. He added a second finger and sank deeper, meeting your movements. It wasn’t long before he found your sweet, spongy spot and pumped his hand against it, pulling moans and mews from your lips. His thumb came to your clit, teasing small circles around your sweet mound until you were putty in his hands.
“Just fuck me already.” You begged.
“Oh, mesh’la.” He nipped at your ear.
It was a promise. Fives pulled his fingers from you and reached for the hem of his body glove. He pulled it down, revealing his hardened length, veiny and thick with want. He took himself in his hand, smearing your slick over it as he stroked himself. You raised yourself up over him. He slotted himself against your entrance before he looked up at you. You met his eyes as you both paused for a beat. Fives looked like he still wanted to say something to you, but after a moment, he just surged forward and captured your mouth with his once more.
“Fives.”
You sunk down onto him as you gasped his name against his lips. He pushed against your walls as he entered you, reaching every corner, the pressure making your head swim. You clawed at his chest as you sank to the hilt, any pain turning quickly to pleasure. He gripped your waist, a sharp breath leaving him as he waited for you to adjust.
“Fuck,” He muttered. His hips twitched beneath you as he battled with his body to give you a moment to recover. “You feel incredible.”
“I need to move, please.” You pleaded with him as you reached for his shoulders.
You began to ride him, lifting yourself up and sinking down, letting his cock fill you up again and again. He raised up to meet you with every movement, turning you into a babbling mess as you came apart on his cock. His hand found your clit again.
His thumb refused to slow as it drew wave after wave of bliss from you. Fives’ eyes watched the place where you came together, staring as he stretched you out with every rolling movement. Soon, you felt yourself being pulled to the brink. You let your head fall into his neck.
“I’m so close.” You mumbled against his skin.
“Look at me.” His lips were pressed against your ear as he begged.
You opened your eyes and lifted your head to meet his eyes. I love you, you wanted to say, but you held back. Instead, you tried to tell him with your eyes and prayed he heard you. You wanted him to feel loved. His eyes burned back at you, meeting you with all the want and need you felt for him.
White spots formed behind your vision, and you began to shake. Fives snapped his hips upward, pushing you over the edge and sending you plummeting into your orgasm. He followed quickly afterward, cumming with three final thrusts as he filled you up.
You collapsed into his chest, letting your head fall to his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around you as he softened within you. You were both slick with sweat, but neither of you moved as you tried to catch your breath. You wondered for a moment if you would, and as Fives’ grip dug a little deeper into your arms, you had a feeling that he was wondering the same thing. But eventually, your breathing slowed, and your eyes started to flutter close.
You felt Fives lift you up and slip out of you, tucking himself back into his blacks. Then, he came back to you, helping you tug your jumpsuit back on. You frowned at the sudden space between you. Part of you wanted to protest, but even in your hazy bliss, you knew it made sense. If anyone ever did find your bodies, it would be better not to be naked. When you were both dressed, you laid down on the blanket again and pulled him down next to you. Fives let you tug him close as both of you fought sleep just a little longer. You knew you would wake up shortly, clutching your chest and struggling for air. You knew you would both die gasping in stunned breaths. But for now, you were almost happy. His arms wrapped around you, and Fives placed one last kiss on the top of your head. You pressed your ear to his chest and let yourself fall into a final sleep to the sound of his heartbeat.
Air came rushing back into your lungs. You choked and coughed on the sudden stream. Your eyes shot open at the sudden rush. A familiar, unmistakable face swam in front of you.
“Rex?” You croaked.
You didn’t recognize your own voice, hoarse and broken. Rex, leaning over you, frowned at your effort.
“Shhh,” He quickly hushed you. “We’ve got you. Hang in there, ad’ika.”
He reached down, hoisting you up into his arms. The world behind him glowed, and somewhere, dimly in the back of your mind, you slowly formed one word, Sun. Sun, air, Rex. You were saved. Where was Fives, though?
You started to panic. Fives. You wriggled in Rex’s arms.
“Hey, hey!” He warned as he tried to hold on to you.
“Fives.” You croaked again.
“He’s okay,” Rex assured you, pulling you tighter to him. “Echo’s got him.”
Fives was safe. You stopped wiggling. The darkness crept in again, and you let it take you.
You spent the trip back to Coruscant drifting in and out of consciousness as you floated in a hyperbaric chamber. Nothing was around you. Only a benevolent darkness and your soothed subconscious. Some part of you knew this was supposed to feel peaceful, but something in you was still restless. Even nirvana didn’t feel as peaceful as Fives’ arms had.
Consciousness finally crept up on you in the medbay. Unlike the cave, you knew where you were the moment you opened your eyes. You instantly recognized the sterile walls, the bright lights, and the stiff, scratchy fabric of the patient gowns. And if those weren’t enough clues, the face that soon bobbed over you would have been.
“What the fuck?” Kix prodded at you, poking your shoulder with an outstretched finger as he appeared next to your hospital bed.
“Is this always your bedside manner?” You groaned as you pushed yourself up on your arms, decidedly tired of waking up like this. “No wonder I’m the favorite medic.”
“Like hell you are.” Kix grinned as he waved his fingers in front of your face, starting your second neuro exam of the day. “Besides, this bedside manner is reserved for my civilian medic who tried real hard to die on me.”
“What a bitch.” You sighed as you leaned back into the thin mattress, closing your eyes.
“No kidding,” Kix huffed as he continued your assessment.
You let him feel your pulses and shine a light in your eyes as you drifted off with your thoughts. You were alive. That should be a good thing; underneath, you knew it was. But there was an empty feeling like you had left something in the cave, and it was gone forever. Like it had slipped through your hands. Despite your best efforts, you found your thoughts drifting toward Fives.
Fives. Even his name made your skin crawl now. You practically had thrown yourself at him. For years, you had been able to keep your feelings for him separate from your relationship with him. It was one thing to sleep with him if it was the last thing you ever did. But now you had lived, and you couldn’t take it back. Fives would know now, and when you saw him next, there would be nowhere to hide.
Finally, Kix was satisfied you were well enough to leave the medbay. He pointed out a pile of clothes that Echo had collected for you and turned to go so you could have some privacy. Before he pulled the door shut across, Kix paused.
“Glad you’re here, ad’ika.”
You smiled back at the medic, the empty feeling abating just a little. You were alone with your thoughts, but the familiar beeps and alarms of the medbay machinary brought you some comfort. You focused to the squeaky orchestra as you slowly dressed. You had just pulled your shirt in when there was a knock on the door.
“Come on in.” You called, trying to think what test Kix could possibly have forgotten.
Instead, Fives opened the door. Your jaw and your heart dropped as you met his brown eyes.
“Hey, mesh’la.”
His usual nickname made your stomach twist. Panic threatened to overwhelm you as your heart began to race. You felt your lungs begin to heave again, desperate for more oxygen as your body readied to run. He stayed in the doorway, the space between you both too much and not enough all at once. Your eyes traveled up and down him, clad once again in his armor. There was no softness. Nothing you could cling to anymore. Breathe, you reminded yourself.
“Hey.” You tried to smile at him but your mouth refused.
“Just wanted to check on you.” He rubbed a hand along the back of his neck, eyes roving around the room.
“I’m good.” You watched him, trying to read his every move, but there was nothing. No hints of what he was feeling or, worse, what he was thinking. Breathe. “You?”
“Yeah.” That sideways smile flickered over his face for an instant and then it was gone. “Good as new.”
Silence settled between you, almost as suffocating as the cavern. Breathe.
“So we made it.” Fives finally spoke, his look finally finding yours.
“Yeah,” you shifted under his stare. Breathe.
Fives opened his mouth, but a long beep cut him off. He looked down at the comm on his wrist and groaned.
“I gotta take this.”
“Of course.” You nodded, flashing him a smile that you imagined probably looked more like a grimace.
He nodded before he vanished, ducking out of the door quicker than he had appeared. You dropped back into the cot with a groan. You suddenly wanted to crawl back into the hyperbaric chamber and slip back into the abyss.
Instead, the cruiser made it to Coruscant, and you were able to busy yourself with work. As soon as the landing ship let you out and onto the base, you threw yourself into the medical supplies. You sorted and restocked for hours, ignoring Rex and then Coric when they each tried to stop you in turn.
You were kneeling on the ground, restocking one of the med kits that the clones kept in their barracks, when the lid snapped shut, nearly catching your fingers as it came down.
You glared upwards to find Jesse grinning down at you. Kix stood beside him, arms crossed.
“You‘re coming out.” Kix’s tone was stern. It was the tone he usually reserved for delivering bad medical news. “Doctor’s orders.”
You opened your mouth to protest, but Jesse quickly cut you off.
“Come on,” Jesse nodded towards the door. “We’re all going to 79’s, and we’re not taking no for an answer.”
“Sorry, no is the only answer I’ve got.” You reached to flip the lid back open on the kit, but Kix’s boot beat you to the top, sealing it shut with his weight.
“Just come before we have to unleash more cruel tactics.” Jesse quipped.
“You mean the two of you get more annoying?” You glared at them, but there was no bite behind it.
They glanced at each other and grinned. They had won, and they knew it.
79’s was crowded. Your head throbbed with the bass, remnants of the concussion that you and Kix had a mutual, unspoken agreement to ignore tonight. But it was proving harder than you had hoped. Beyond the music and the flashing lights, the men you came with weren’t helping, despite your affection for their enthusiasm. They all crowded you and Fives into a back booth where they were whooping and hollering at a near-constant rate. Each soldier took turns slapping you on the back and offering to buy you a drink. You smiled at every one of them in turn and thanked them, but you stuck to sipping on water.
You had decided to be sober tonight for a few reasons. The concussion was one of them. The other was across the table, Echo’s arm slung over his shoulder. Echo, who had refused to let Fives stray more than arm’s reach away from him, told the story of how he had been able to triangulate your location based on the maps from the mission briefing and, when he saw the rock wall, knew what had happened. It had taken General Skywalker thirty minutes to get the equipment to the mountainside, and the hot-headed Jedi had apparently fumed the entire time. Then, when the droids moved the rocks from the cave entrance, they were able to pull you out and from the brink of death.
You tried your best to smile at Echo while he recounted. It was proving hard, though, because you still couldn’t bring yourself to look at Fives. To your left, Hardcase leaned across you to whisper to Jesse and Coric.
“We need to get him laid.” He giggled conspiratorially as he glanced at the ARC and then back to his brothers.
“We need to get them both laid.” Jesse elbowed you.
“Nothing like ‘I’m still alive’ sex.” Coric nodded firmly.
Jesse raised a glass.
“I’ll toast to that!” He smirked, and Hardcase joined them.
The drink sloshed out of their glasses and down the front of your jumpsuit. As it darkened, you remembered the blood. Suddenly nauseous, you jumped from your seat. The clones stared up at you with wide apologetic eyes. Then they all spoke at once.
“Kriff,” Hardcase swore as he tried to signal a droid for a towel.
“Here,” Jesse grabbed for all the napkins he could reach on the table.
“Sorry, sorry!” Coric apologized.
“It’s fine.” You pushed Jesse’s hands away as he tried to dab up the liquid. You turned to Hardcase and nodded to him to let you out of the booth.
He quickly jumped up, still profusely swearing inbetween sincere apologies. You brushed him off as you made for the fresher.
Quickly, you found a hand dryer to dry off your clothes. You glanced in the mirror to inspect the outfit. It was an old jumpsuit you wouldn’t miss if whatever acrid liquor they were drinking wouldn’t come out of it. It wasn’t the stain that caught your eye, though. Instead, you were caught off guard by the sour look on your face. No wonder they were trying to cheer you up, you thought. You didn’t look like someone who had just survived a near-death experience. You looked like someone who had just been sentenced to death.
You sighed. Tonight was a lost cause. You should sneak out now, you decided, and comm Jesse and Kix with an apology later. Coric and Hardcase, too, probably. Tomorrow would be a better day. You just needed time.
You left the fresher, a sense of hope creeping in for the first time in hours. It fled the moment you stepped back into the bar.
“Hey, I was coming to look for you.”
You stared slackjawed at Fives. He had somehow managed to escape Echo’s grip and was waiting outside the fresher. Clad only in armor from the waist down, and his compression top rolled up to reveal his forearms, he looked even more handsome than usual in the muted, neon light. A sheepish grin danced on his lips. Your heart skipped a beat, and you cursed yourself. Even after everything, you couldn’t shake how you felt.
He opened his mouth to speak again, but a different voice boomed over the music, calling out both of your names.
“What are you two doing back here?” Hardcase sprung on you and threw an arm over your shoulder.
“We were just saying we need to get you two laid!” Hardcase wrapped his other arm around Fives, pulling you both into him. “Nothing like ‘We’re still alive’ sex!”
“Not as good as ‘We’re going to die’ sex.” Fives let out a half-laugh as his eyes slid around Hardcase to meet yours.
You choked.
You had to leave now. You would have to transfer. Quit. Go AWOL. You didn’t know what you were going to do, but right now, you needed to leave this bar.
“I’ll see you guys at the table.” You said as you slipped out from under Hardcase’s arm.
You scurried through the club, skirting the bar and dashing for the door, desperately avoiding the eyes of any well-meaning clones that stepped out of your way, afraid you might find a pair that would try to stop your flight.
The cool, Coruscant night air filled your lungs as you gasped, your body still seeking more oxygen. You wondered if that feeling would ever go away. As you tried to catch your breath, you glanced around. The platform outside the club was empty, and there was no air taxi in sight. You sighed and dialed a comm. Then you heard your name.
“Are you running away?”
The voice was unmistakable. It might haunt you for the rest of your life. You closed your eyes, trapping the tears that suddenly welled up behind your eyelids.
“Just leave me alone, Fives.”
He called your name again. His voice was closer this time. Then you felt a hand come to rest on your shoulder. You stepped away from his grasp before you spun to face him.
In the wide open platform, Fives looked small for the first time you could remember. His chest was rising and falling quickly like he had run out to catch you. You would have to transfer, you decided at that moment. There was no other way out of this. For either of you.
“Why did you run away?”
“Because this isn’t a joke, Fives.” You snapped at him as you took another step backward. You turned your gaze towards the city skyline as the next words spilled out of you before you could stop them. “That wasn’t We’re-going-to-die sex for me. I have feelings for you. I spent a long time ignoring it, but now, I can’t anymore, and I… I don’t know what to do.”
“How long have you had feelings for me?”
“Since I joined the 501st.” You sighed, still not looking at him. “What does it matter?”
“You really have feelings for me?” He asked.
“Is that your only takeaway here?” You could have screamed in frustration, but instead, your tone was quiet and defeated.
“It’s the only one I need.”
You let yourself look back at Fives just as he broke into a wide grin. Before you could ask what he meant, Fives reached out and wrapped a hand around your wrist. He tugged you to him, pulling you back into your arms. You barely had a moment to be shocked before he kissed you.
There was nothing hurried about this kiss. When his full lips met yours, he moved against you slowly and sensually. His hand found the back of your head again, and he tilted you up to him as he parted your lips and met your tongue with slow, languid licks. He moved to you cheek and then your jawline where he trailed along with soft, sweet kisses until he found your ear.
“I’m sorry I joked.” He whispered against your skin. “I’ve loved you for a long time, and I thought I’d messed it all up. I didn’t know what else to do.”
“I love you too, Fives.” You were breathless as you whispered back.
You barely had time to notice that it was a different kind of breathless, one of excess rather than deficit. You threw your arms around his shoulders as you found his lips once more. Instead of death waiting at the end of the kiss, it was the rest of your life.
By the time you got to your apartment, your jumpsuit was half unzipped, and lipstick was smeared across Fives’ face. Neither of you cared as you stumbled through the doorway and into the bedroom.
You tugged at your zipper, desperate to strip the fabric from your body. When you finally freed yourself and let it pool on the ground around your ankles, you realized Fives wasn’t wrapped around you anymore. You spun, only to find him watching you from the doorway. A soft smile played on his lips. Peace settled across his brow. You couldn’t help but smile back.
“Hurry up, get your armor off and kriff me already.” You teased as you sat on the bed, patting the mattress next to you.
He chuckled as he stepped towards you. Then he paused, bending down to remove one of his shin plates and then the other. He moved slowly, like a man with all the time in the world. You felt excitement pulsing through you as you waited. Anticipation had every cell in your body vibrating as you waited for his touch.
Finally, stripped down to his body suit, he crossed the room in two strides until he towered over you. You felt your mouth fall open just a little as you looked up at him.
“No,” He brought a knuckle to your chin, winking as he closed your mouth. “This time, I’m going to take my time with you.”
He dropped the knuckle to your chest and pushed you over with one gentle finger. You fell softly back into the bed, your legs hanging off the edge. Staring up at your ceiling, you didn’t have time to wonder at his plan before you felt two strong palms pushing your knees apart. You looked down to see Fives fall to his knees next to the bed. A hungry look danced in his eye. His fingers wrapped around the elastic of your underwear, and you lifted up your rear enough for him to strip your panties from you. Your head fell back as you exhaled.
Fives’ lips began to ghost over your legs. The breath that skated across your body seemed to steal the one on your lips. He nipped and licked at the sensitive skin as he moved up from your knees to your inner thighs. You shivered, and your hips started to wiggle as you ached for his touch where you needed it most.
“Patience, mesh’la.” Fives whispered, his words hovering above your throbbing core.
Finally, his tongue met your center as he licked one long stripe along your lower lips. You let out a desperate moan at the attention. Your eyes fell to meet his just as he chuckled at your reaction. He flashed a smile at you before he turned back to the sight before him. He began to trace long, slow circles around your entrance, making you clench around the emptiness. His nose grazed over your clit, sending a shudder through your body and pulling another moan from your lips. Satisfied with the withering mess you had become from his teasing, Fives sunk his tongue into you. He began to lick and suck in a frenzy, groaning as he tasted you. His attention worked you quickly to the brink. He sank two fingers into your slick entrance, curling them until you cried out and came, spasming around him.
When the raptureous swell subsided, you lifted yourself up to your elbows to be greeted by Fives stripping his compression suit from his body. Finally naked, he grinned down at you with your arousal still shining in his facial hair. In an unspoken agreement, you both paused, taking the time to admire the other person. Time you didn’t get before. Muscled, broad, and covered in scattered scars and tattoos, you’d seen Fives without his shirt before. Even before your moment in the cave, you’d personally patched up more than a few of those wounds. But that didn’t stop him from taking your breath away now. Your eyes skated over his bronze form before falling to his erect, hardened length. He was weeping, having teased himself as much as he teased you. You looked back up to meet Fives’ eyes. His gaze met yours. They were shining.
“Now, will you kriff me already?” You smirked at him.
“I can’t wait another second.” He rasped.
You moved up to find the head of the bed as he clambered next to you. He moved over you in the next motion, caging you into the mattress. His honey eyes bored into yours for a moment before he leaned down and captured you in another kiss. You met his lips with a fury, tasting yourself on his tongue. You sighed into his mouth as you felt him slot against your entrance. Slowly, he sank into you, the stretch just as overwhelming as before. Your breath hitched in your throat, and Fives paused. He pulled away, watching your face as he slid back out from you before sinking in again. He continued in slow and measured movements, thrusting in and out until he was pulling moans from you with every roll of his hips. Your hand wrapped around his neck and found purchase in his curls as you looked for anything to hold on to. His breath became heavy and thick in your ear as he muttered praises.
“You feel so good.” He groaned. “My good girl. You- you have no idea... Wanted this so badly.”
His words made you clench around him, and he swore at the vice grip of your warmth. He began to move with a fury, and one hand fell to where your bodies met and found your sensitive nub. He began to draw slow circles around your swollen mound. Your arms fell to the sheets, digging into the fabric at the sensation, still overstimulated from his earlier attentions. You angled your hips up, meeting every thrust of his with one of your own. The new angle let him sink even further into you, bringing new depths of ecstasy. His circles around your clit quickened.
You began to shake as Fives brought you to the edge. Then, with a cry of his name, you stiffened as another orgasm washed over you. He returned your cry with one of his own as he finished inside you. He collapsed into your neck as he buried himself to the hilt one last time.
Fives rolled over, pulling you with him. You curled up, laying your head on his chest. You felt the thudding pulse of his heart against your ear. Without thinking, you raised a hand to his chest and began to tap one finger along with the beat. Lub, dub. Lub, dub. A tiny snort met your ears. You raised your eyes up to meet Fives’ bright stare.
“What are you doing, mesh’la?” He smiled down at you, the old nickname ringing with a different meaning now.
“It… I just needed to feel it. Hear it.” You breathed in rhythm with its gentle drumming. “I needed to know it was still beating.”
“It is.” Fives captured your hand in his and pressed to his chest. “For you. Always for you.”
You looked up at him with glassy eyes. He kissed your forehead before he leaned back into the pillow. As sleep took you, you listened to the cadence of his heartbeat with a smile on your lips.
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"Vagabonds" Chapter 9
Ongoing fanfic Hunter x Reader/Fem Reader/OC
(Posted 2/8/24)
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Word Count: 900
Background: Flashback sequence.
Warning: Star Wars swears, Earth swears, fear, physical pain, blood, canon-typical violence, mention of human experimentation, and nonbinary/trans clone identity.
(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )
Recap:
Hunter, still holding his head, could only muster a groan. Omega was holding him and trying to soothe the pain.
“Omega?”
“I’m ok, just worried about Hunter.”
“On my way over. Sil...I’m gonna need help getting up.” Mad unbuckled herself out and swung the pilot’s chair around. She didn’t need to enquire about Love. Mad could feel Love’s relief and numbness to their injuries. After these Force outbursts, Love would be in a silent, glazed over state for an hour or two.
Sil helped Mad stand. Immediately her vision went starry white as she slipped from Sil’s grasp and fell face first onto the floor...
...where she kept falling...
...a long way down...into the darkness...
"In The Beginning"
The Republic Venator blotted out the sun on this distant planet caught in the aftermath of the Separatist skirmish.
The Nomaadi convoy followed the Republic ships for several weeks, hiding just out of sight. One ship at a time would land on the planet's surface in case they were spotted. The rest of the convoy hiding separately. They picked through the rubble, claiming whatever goods they could later sell to make a living. Occasionally a survivor, or several would be found and taken in.
"I’m afraid there isn’t much here my love” Paapi Daal turned to his partner. “No luck this time.”
She, with heavily tattooed skin, stood firm upon the littered soil. Maami Daal inhaled deeply, listening intensely...then turned and scanned the landscape.
“Maybe...maybe not...” She cocked an ear. Some of the rubble shifted...the tiniest bit.
She hurried across the loamy soil, bending down, furiously pulling away droid parts and shrapnel. Her partner followed in kind. They cleared away a crude wooden door built into the soil. A cold cellar.
Paapi dug his fingers under the lip and with a groan lifted the door, pulling it open. The lid fell away.
He was immediately knocked off his feet and onto his back by a small child. She kneeled upon his chest like a dead weight, scratching at his face, growling like a wild beast. Another child, terrified, grabbed the smaller one.
“We’re sorry, sir...we didn’t mean....” This one was HORRIFIED. "She is protective." The larger dark-haired child embraced the smaller silver haired one, managing to pull her free, hugging tightly, smoothing her hair, and whispering singsong as she struggled.
Paapi and Maami Daal watched as the larger child soothed the smaller one. The silver-haired one still bared her teeth at them but settled.
“Is that your sister? Where are your parents, child?” Maami enquired.
The larger child kept a hold on the smaller one, pondering for a few minutes before answering. “Who wants to know?”
The couple glanced at each other quizzically. “We, of the Star People...The Nomaadi.”
No answer. Just a nod to the now disappearing Venator on the horizon.
“You’re from THAT ship?”
The children both nodded. The Daals glanced at each other again.
“Can’t be...” Pappi mused. “Only clone soldiers and Jedi aboard.”
“I AM a clone!” Their gaze snapped back to the larger child. “A DEFECTIVE clone.” Defiant expression. “They wanted me to be a battlefield soldier. They wanted me to ‘act’ like a proper man. I told the Long Necks that IS NOT WHO I AM!!!” Tears appearing.
Maami Daal knelt down in front of the big and the little. “What is your name, child?”
Terror surged back into the larger child's face. Maami could tell their long dark curly locks had been cut short. Crudely and unevenly done by something other than haircutting shears. A vibroknife? Was this done as punishment?
Both children stared deep into Maami’s eyes. They saw pools of deep black accented by tiny flecks of silver. As if looking into the galaxy...no, the universe...seeing endless hope and possibilities. They had nothing to fear from these people. In fact, these people had been searching for them and others like them since the beginning of time.
“Speak your truth, child.”
They would have a new home; the pain and abuse would finally end. Thank The Force.
“CT-...”
Maami slowly shook her head No and whispered, “Your REAL name.”
They see us. More than a number. Not just an experiment.
“SHE. My name is She.”
“And who is THIS clone?” Now peering at the smaller child...still staring into Maami's eyes.
“NOT a clone. A prisoner.”
“What crimes do small children commit that The Republic must take them prisoner???”
“The Kaminoan’s don’t name their experimental subjects. Whether they came with one or not.”
The Daal’s flinched at this answer.
"Well...that is over and done." Maami Daal smiled to the children. She gently booped the little one's nose. "Gift of The Force you two are, our family you shall be."
The little smiled back, sticking out her tongue and cooed.
Paapi Daal chuckled as he used his scarf to blot the blood from the scratch on his face. “You’re a feral little oddling, yes?"
She threw her head back and howled in reply.
“This one shall be named ‘Mad’.”
The Venator ascended out of the planet’s atmosphere. It’s Jedi General meditated in deep concentration; eyes closed. His squad of clone troopers milled around expectantly. When he opened his eyes and all hands snapped at attention.
“They have been found!”
A collective whoop went up from the men on board.
“Let me REMIND ALL OF YOU that WE should NEVER smuggle out ANY MORE children from the Kaminoan Facility! We will ALL be sacked and sorry!!!” With his best cheesy smile and a wink. “I’ll trust NONE OF YOU will share a shred of this to anyone outside of this transport???” He didn’t believe it for a minute.
The Clone Commander facepalmed “We are SO fucked!”
“Do you NOT trust your Jedi General? I may have many crockpot schemes, but it’s smoothed over with the influence of The Force.” Side-eyed the Commander and waved his hand. “I won’t worry about this mission. We were successful.”
The Commander repeated “I won’t worry about this mission. We were successful.”
A trooper nearby snickered “You know when that finally wears off, he’s gonna be PISSED you did it AGAIN?”
“He’ll forgive me. He can’t help it!” The Jedi playfully elbowed his Commander.
His Commander managed an expression of concern and confusion.
As the jovial banter continued, a group of clones stood around the window, watching the planet recede from view.
“You think She and Little One have a chance?”
“Much better than staying on Kamino. The Nomaadi will take good care of ‘em.”
“Wish I could’a stayed behind. Kriffin' tired of this rat race.”
“Miss them already...”
“Shhh...we can’t. At least not right NOW.”
“Maybe sometime...in the future...”
“Yeah, younger ones go first.”
“Gotta be REAL careful if we smuggle any more out.”
A hush fell among the group as the ship and planet was swallowed up by the cold darkness of space...
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Hi everyone. It's been pretty quiet lately. I do still have requests open and am around. Since a lot of my readers are taking a tumblr break it seems, I haven't been dropping surprise drabbles in ask boxes as much as I was in the spring. If you want one or want to request one on behalf of someone else, please feel free to do so. My pinned post has information on requesting. My other blog, @clone-anon-after-dark , is also taking requests. (Minors DNI)
May your favorite clone hold you in their heart!
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Loose Curls (Tup x M!Reader)
Word count: 1104
Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, oral sex (both receiving), PiA (Tup receiving), doggie style, unprotected sex, praise, some sub!Tup vibes, consensual hair pulling/tugging (but nothing painful)
A/N: established relationship, Tup is not a virgin, two people in love fucking including aftercare, hopefully this is okay my brain wasn’t braining as well as I wanted it to but I so badly wanted to write some Tup
Note that there are two versions of this story. The F!reader version can be found here.
Tup came through the door, walked directly toward you, and straddled your lap. He cupped your face and kissed you deeply. You smiled through the kiss, heart beating fast at both the feeling and the memory of the sexy comm messages he’d sent earlier.
He kissed your neck, just below your ear and whispered, “I want you to fuck me.” He nipped your earlobe and told you he’d be ready and waiting. He got off your lap and headed toward the bedroom. You smiled at him, fire in your eyes, as he walked away. You quickly followed, finding him naked and facing the bed. You wrapped your arms around him and kissed his shoulder. Tup helped you out of your clothes and kneeled in front of you.
“You know how I like it,” he said, licking your cock from base to tip. You inhaled sharply, feeling your heart pound. You felt a familiar warmth radiate throughout your body. Whenever he touched you, it sent sparks all over you. He looked up to you, his dark brown eyes starting to beg. “Please, my love,” he said softly.
He started lightly sucking the tip and you let your fingers tangle into his hair. He took you further into his mouth and your body vibrated as he hummed. His hair felt so soft, the mess of curls pulled into a bun wrapping around your fingers. You started to tug lightly, loosening the bun enough for your hand to massage his scalp underneath. Tup responded by taking one of your balls into his mouth while pumping your length. He gave the other one the same treatment and grinned as he pulled away slightly, thrilled by the way your thighs trembled. Holding on to your hips, he put his lips around your cock and started sucking on it gently before bobbing his head, responding when you gripped his hair a little tighter.
The feeling was becoming too much. You didn’t want to finish this way, this early, and backed up to the bed.
“Your turn,” you said to him. “Sit.”
He sat down, trying to calm himself for what he knew was coming. You wasted no time, taking his length in your hand and swirling your tongue around the head in a way you knew would drive him wild. You left little kisses on his thighs and around his balls, the light touch causing him to moan your name and spread his legs a little further.
“That’s right,” you said between kisses on his length, “You’re gonna be spread wide for me when I fuck you.”
Tup let out a whimper at the thought, smile across his face. You started to suck his cock, hollowing your cheeks between light teases with your tongue. He relaxed further, opening his heart and body to you. You smiled to yourself at the thought of how shy he had been, how shy you both had been, when you first started having sex together. Now you couldn’t keep your hands off each other.
You pulled away and looked up at him. The sweet look in your eyes turned to a wickedly playful fire.
“On your knees,” you said, standing up and gently pushing him further on to the bed. While he got into position, you slathered your cock in lube.
“Ready for me,” you asked.
Tup nodded and threw his head back a little and you knew he wanted you to grab his hair.
“Patience,” you encouraged. He wiggled his butt a little and you slowly pressed your cock into his ass. He let out a happy sigh as you sheathed yourself completely. With your lubed hand, you reached around to start stroking him in rhythm to your thrusts. Tup shivered at the sensation. He let out a little moan when you reached for his hair with your other hand. Many romps in the bedroom had made you an expert at letting his hair loose while you fucked him and it certainly paid off now. Your thrusts never waned while you reached forward and undid his bun, hair falling down his shoulders. You started running your fingers through his hair, pausing the handjob on his length, but still continuing to pound into his ass.
“Love it,” he gasped. “Feels so good.”
“You’re so good to me,” you said, “So gorgeous like this. I love when your ass cheeks jiggle against me.” You ran your hand through his hair again before holding on and making him moan louder. You closed your eyes, relishing the feeling of Tup. Every part of you wanted every part of him. Time didn’t matter, but you tried making yourself last as long as possible. You didn’t want this feeling to end. You kept going, smiling with each vocalization that accompanied you playing with his hair. You reached around again to grab his cock and again started stroking him in time with your thrusts. Tup let out a series of moans that told you he was close. You slowed down and stroked his hair a little.
“I want to see you, Tup.”
You left his body and kissed him between his shoulder blades and he whined at the loss of contact, but laid down and rolled over, leaving ample room for you to reenter him. He reached down to touch himself and you leaned down on your elbows. You kept the rhythm slow and a lazy smile spread across his face before moans overcame him again. He threw his head back into the pillow and came all over your chest and stomach. You took in the scene and whispered praises to him. He reached up to grab your ass and encourage you to enter him more fully. You leaned down and kissed him, gently reaching to touch his hair and face as you came inside him. He brushed light kisses on your nose and looked up at you as if you hung the stars.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you too.” You stayed there as you started coming down from your high. Your limbs felt floppy and you were both covered in a thin sheen of sweat. You left his body, but he wrapped his arms around you, letting you lay on his chest and listen to his heart beat. He kissed your forehead and let out a satisfied, deep breath.
“Shower with me,” he said. “Then let’s get dinner.” He kissed your forehead again. You looked up at him and warmly smiled. You didn’t want to leave his embrace, despite the mess you’d made between you, but a shower with the love of your life sounded nice too.
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Hi. I read that you're in your Captain Rex phase, so for a request, how about he x F! Kix's assistant doctor where is her birthday and Hardcase, Fives and Jesse convince her to celebrate on 79s. She doesn't drink, so when she does this for the first time she ends up confessing her feelings for Rex to his brothers and at that moment he listens. Rex takes her home and takes care of her. And maybe when she's sober they can talk about it, and she finds out that Rex feels the same way about her. ♥️
I Like You - Rex/f!medic reader
REQUESTS ARE OPEN! SEE MASTERLIST FOR DETAILS. I WRITE FOR ALL LISTED FANDOMS BTW
Warnings: alcohol, mentions of syringes (but not used, just thrown away)
Word count: 1544 (dialogue heavy)
A/N: sorry I took a few days! It took me a while to figure out how to write this since I’ve never drank or anything, so a lot of googling! I hope this is what you meant! I’d be happy to rewrite it if you’re not happy!!! ❤️
“Stitches!”
You turn at the call of your name. Well, nickname. Ever since the Republic needed more medics and you came into the 501st family, that’s been your name. The men gave each other names, and they saw fit to give you your own.
“Fives, hey. Did you need somethin’?” You ask as you pick up another discarded syringe from underneath a gurney. The last battle was brutal, with so many fatalities. So many men. Troopers. Friends. Brothers.
“What, I can’t just come and say hi to my favorite medic for no apparent reason?” He smirks. You give him a look.
He folds, “Fine. Well… ‘Case and Jesse told me it was your birthday. Why didn’t you tell us?”
“I didn’t want to make a fu-”
“Don’t lie. I know how you and the other nat-borns avoid birthdays around us. It’s not like we’ll get offended, Stitch. It’s your birthday!” Fives grins and shakes your shoulders enough to make you smile back.
You give him that little shy smile of yours and his gaze softens from excited to empathetic.
“Can we take you out tonight? Not as a date, of course. You have someone in mind for that, don’t you, Stitch?” He waggles his eyebrows at you.
“Shhh! Shut up, we don’t talk about that…”
“Okay, fine. But, please, Stitch? Hardcase and Jesse would be devastated. You don’t want to crush their hearts, do you? Do you?”
“Oh, Fives, you… Fine! I can’t take your begging and pleading. You’re buying,” you say with a grin, walking away to discard the syringe. Fives follows you.
“We have a couple hours until we get home, so… Uh… Do what girls do,” he says.
“Okay, okay! Get out of here already, Maker…” You laugh as Fives hugs you from behind and runs out of the medbay before you can throw anything at him.
Why did I even say yes? I’ve never even touched alcohol and now I’m surrounded by it. I swear, if I’m dragged back to the barracks, I’m killing all three of those idiots.
“Stitch! Over here!” You’re called from a small booth in the back of 79’s. You’ve been to this bar a multitude of times over your two year career in the 501st, but you’ve ever had a drink here. You were, as Hardcase calls it, the designated driver.
You approach the booth, weaving between drunk troopers, their civilian dance partners, and server droids. Fives, Hardcase, and Jesse already had drinks in their hands as you slid in the booth next to Jesse.
“Finally made it. Ordered you a drink,” Hardcase says with his little grin.
“Too kind, good sir,” you retort, shoving Jesse to give you more room in the booth. He shoves back with a smirk.
The server droid quickly delivers your drink, a colorful cocktail with various sugary fruits on skewers balancing on the rim of the glass.
“How can you guys even afford this?” Your jaw goes slack at the sight of the drink.
“Bill it to the Republic!” Fives yells, raising his own glass in the air. Hardcase and Jesse reciprocate, thrusting their glasses in the air, spilling a bit of its contents on the table top.
“Sure, sure, yeah,” you giggle, slightly raising your glass so you don’t knock off the fruits.
It started with the cocktail. Then a few shots of Spotchka. Then some Corellian ale you’ve seen in holo-commercials. The four of you couldn’t even walk straight, but did it matter? It was your birthday and your first time experiencing the feeling of alcohol flowing through your veins.
The buzz kept you upright, kept you awake, kept you partying.
What if he was here… heh, we’d have fun… A lot of fun.
“So, who’s this mystery man we’ve had to hear so much about, Stitch?” Hardcase slurs.
“Oh my Maker… He’s. So. Fine. No, seriously, you don’t understand, ‘Case. And, he’s so nice…” you sigh dreamily.
“Oh, it’s me?” Jesse laughs.
“No… c’mere,” you beckon, the three clones leaning in with wide eyes. “It’s Rex.”
“Ha! I knew it! Stitch likes Rex!” Fives cackles, raising his empty glass in the air. Hardcase’s eyes go wide and he nudges Fives’ ribs with his elbow and points to something, or someone, behind you, in front of them.
“Wha… Oh. Hey, Captain… Didn’t know you were gonna be here…” Fives says, quickly lowering his arm, his face turning a deep scarlet.
Your breath stops halfway to your lungs, your blood running cold. Did he just say captain-
“Different Rex, of course. You know, that one dude… He’s uh… Over there somewhere…” Hardcase quickly says, pointing somewhere across the dimly lit bar. Fives and Jesse turn their attention there as well, all murmuring under their breath about the nonexistent other Rex.
“Okay, I think Stitch has had a bit too much to drink tonight. You’re obviously not getting home by yourselves anytime soon,” Rex says, curling his fingers around your upper arm and easing you to your feet.
“Rex, I, uh…”
“Stitch, don’t worry about it. Let’s get you home, yeah? Let you sober up for the night,” Rex gently pulls you away from the booth, the drunk trio of clones still trying to point out the different Rex. None of them notice as Rex takes you out the backdoor.
“What’s your passcode?” Rex asks as he comes to a stop at the door of your apartment, ready to type in your code.
“7-5-6-7,” you recite, your cheeks burning a bright pink. Rex raises his brows with a little chuckle and pulls you inside, shutting the door behind you.
“Let’s get something non-alcohol related into your system. You have water in the conservator?” He asks, gently pushing you onto a kitchen chair.
“Mmhmm.”
He finds a bottle of water and a ration pack, opens both, and places them in front of you.
“I want them both gone,” he firmly says as he slides in the seat across from you. He watches, making sure you eat and drink everything. “Happy Birthday, by the way.”
He said Happy Birthday to me. He said Happy Birthday to me. He said Happy Birthday to me. He said-
“Thanks.”
Once the ration pack is eaten and the glass is empty, Rex cleans up, ordering you to the bedroom. You sit on the bed, not wanting to go and find your pajamas, not wanting to clean off your makeup.
“C’mere,” his soft voice coos. It’s music to your ears, the way his accent makes him pronounce the sounds just a tad differently.
He grabs a wipe from your adjacent bathroom and gently wipes away the cosmetic gunk you painted on your face. You just barely hear him whisper, “Don’t see why you need it. You’re beautiful without it.”
The words bring warmth to your chest, butterflies to your stomach, happy thoughts to the mushy thing between your ears. He called me beautiful…
He turns away as you change into just your undershirt, hiding the rest of your body beneath the covers of your bed.
“Ah ah! Not on the stomach or back. Your side, Stitch,” he says, turning around and pushing you onto your side, piling pillows to keep you in position.
“But what if I like sleeping on my tummy?” You ask, trying to roll over to face him. He sighs.
“And you think I’m a difficult patient?”
“But… What if I get uncomfy?”
“Hon, lie still, please.”
“Bu-”
“No.”
You pout, jutting out your bottom lip. Rex smiles. “You’re cute like this. Get some sleep, Stitch.”
He called me cute…
Waking up with a skull crushing headache made you rethink going out in the first place. The nausea hits you as you sit up, your head spinning. The Coruscant sun spills through your translucent curtains, illuminating your bedroom.
The sounds of passing speeders whirling past your windows are muted by the durasteel walls. Someone, a man, sits in the chair beside your window, his face is slowly revealed as the sun rises higher.
Rex… he stayed with me… Aw, he’s sleeping…
“Mmm… Finally ‘wake…” he says, his husky voice laced with sleep. His eyes crack open and his drowsy hazel irises look upon yours. “Feeling okay?”
“Did… Did you sleep there?”
“Mmhmm… I didn’t wanna intrude. It’s your bed,” he says, rubbing his eyes with his calloused hands. “But how do you feel?”
“Hungover, I guess.”
“First time?”
You nod. “About what I said last night…”
“Hey, no. Don’t apologize, okay? I… like you, as well, Stitch,” Rex says, coming over and sitting beside you on your bed, the mattress dipping beside you.
“I- What? You do?” Your eyes widen, everything that happened, every little thing he cooed in your ear the previous night, all of it comes back. He called you cute. Beautiful.
He nods, wringing his hands in his lap, a shy smile tugging at his lips. He turns slightly to face you, the two of you subconsciously leaning in. Your lips part as your eyes drift down to his own lips, his tongue quickly wetting them.
“I really like you, Stitch…” He murmurs as he leans in closer.
“I really like you, to-” You’re shut up by his lips pressing against yours.
Maybe I won’t kill the idiot trio, afterall…
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Grand Army of the Republic ID Cards, courtesy of @dystopicjumpsuit
I love these soooooo much!!! Thank you again for taking the time to make these for my blorbos 🫶🏼
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Foxglove ~ Commander Fox x F reader (part 6)
According the language of flowers Foxglove symbolizes riddles, conundrums and secrets along with ambition and creativity.
Summary: A small fancy caff shops pops up in the senate building. Commander Fox is not amused. Fox tries to be the bigger man to let you be, but after hearing about the breakup and his closes Vod trying to go after you; he most definitely can’t help but protect you.
Slow burn, enemies? to lovers, Commander Fox x reader,
Warnings: Angst, Smut, oral (f receiving), smut, cannon violence and talks of cannon related violence.
Part 5 Part 7 (wip)
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I really just want to sleep, you quietly groaned hearing the door slid open. Flicking one eye open you found Kix bringing in a glass of water and a bowl of oatmeal. He saw you still in his shirt, giving you a small smile as he set the food in front of you, "How did you sleep?"
"Had a little trouble going to sleep," you admitted omitting the part it took Fox's face between your face to make you go to sleep.
"I would have assumed the opposite, although with the stress, mild guilt and having two strangers in your front room could do that."
"Yeah, are we going to talk?" you whispered, hissing when the door slide open finding Fives walking in.
"Can't take them anymore," he groaned sitting on the floor infront of the closet, "I rather fight a gundark armorless in the snow."
"Their just so upbeat and happy," Kix said drily filling in the gap, motioning for you to scoot over taking the nourishments setting them on the nightstand, "As clones we never truly have anything we can call our own, we are different people but we are the same person so we tend to share everything."
"Echo and I shared ladies all the time," Fives interjected wiggling his eyebrows.
"Butt out," Kix told him, "As I was going to say, that being said. I can't technically be mad, as a doctor I am aware of physical attraction and how it differs even when people nearly look identical. To be mad at you is to be mad at biology. However I can be mad at him, I'm sorry for that; that wasn't fair to you. You did also fall asleep in my shirt and woke up in it," his voice fluctuated between flat to aggressive to leering as his fingers played with the hem of the shirt around your neck.
"I thought they weren't suppose to know," you said tilting your head to Fives.
"I was referring to Bacara and Neyo, along with everyone else. Fives knew something was different the moment you stopped out of the his office."
"I'm the only one who can keep my mouth shut," he added.
"Bantha crap what time is it?" you said looking at the clock that Kix was intentionally blocking.
"You have 15 minutes before you get ready for work, so until then," Kix wiggled down pulling you to him, "How was it?"
"Kix-"
"I told you it was hot, so spill."
Fire bloomed across your face at his interest, "The best really," you awkward said turning your face away from both of them, the blush spreading to your ear as he gently started petting your cheek pulling you closer to his chest letting his finger trace your spine confirming the fact that you did have a reaction it wasn't as strong. Fives mumbled something about a warning if he needed to close his eyes. You buried your face in Kix's chest hearing him snap him to go back to the front room and reluctantly doing so. Fives walked out finding Fox staring at him and then at the two of you, Fives smirked at him before rummaging around in the kitchen for a snack while getting berated from Neyo about searching a civilians domicile. Fives' remark was curt that they all just broke regulations spending the night there which punctually shut him up. Fox's grip on his knee tightened, I can't lose it again not in front of them. Breath Commander. Finally he realized after watching you both leave the room, Kix joining him in the front room you heading off the refresher.
"Well we have to get back to base, we'll be seeing you commander," Neyo said pointedly slipping his helmet on, Bacara following closely behind him also giving a pointed look before passing through the door.
"You were so jealous," Fives snickered the moment the door closed behind them.
Fox snarled at him to shut up returning his attention back to the holo playing, "Stop staring," he glowered at Kix.
"Not going to join her in the shower?" he poked, "No," Fox gave the quick reply, "Suit yourself." Kix stood in the door way of the refresher keeping his eyes modestly on the floor, "Shower's a little warm," he noted both of the steam and that you jumped.
"You could have coughed," you said taking a few deep breaths.
"Just wanted to see if you got flustered."
"Of course I am," you defended, remember how you invited him to shower with you when he got back feeling another pang of guilt.
"Don't worry I'm not joining their isn't enough time," he said as if he was reading your mind, "and not when he's here," Kix added handing you the towel keeping his eyes focused on the ceiling.
You wrapped the towel around yourself, "Better?" you said rolling your eyes finding him finally looking at you with a sly nod. Shaking your head you walked out of the bathroom finding Fox's eye glued to you as you walked back into your bedroom catching the tiny movement of him putting his helmet on. Disappearing back into your room your quickly through on loose fitting pants and a top because wearing that apron it didn't really matter what was worn. Kix and Fox were bickering of course when you stepped back out finding Fives cackling while trying to compose himself, severely failing. You folded your arms over your chest glaring at both of them, "What happened."
"Kix keeps on purposely making him jealous and he keeps reacting to it," Fives said in broken syllables, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, "Seriously guys, put a wrapper on it and stick it. We have to get the lady to work," Fives managed to get out the innuendo holding it together for the most part.
"He didn't use one," Kix said flatly grabbing his bucket off the table, getting smacked from Fives.
"You seriously let him raw? Vod.." Fives said disappointedly ignoring your redden expression.
"I'm clean," Fox defended.
"You've had sex on the counter of 79's," Fives snorted.
"He is," Kix answered, "I tested him in the hall."
You deadpanned, "You planned it?"
"It's not like you didn't enjoy me," Fox replied flatly.
"Unbelievable," you said tossing your arms up leaving them in the dust as you marched towards the train purposefully sitting upfront trying to have space to mellow out before the start of your shift. In with the peace out with the annoyance, you kept repeating the mantra to yourself with every breath but it didn't help because you were still fuming when you arrived. Silently feeling them tailing you. Practically a storm cloud walking into the building, everyone darted out of your thunderous path. Thankfully today no one crowded the door although there were some troopers waiting, you quickly opened the door and closed it behind you. They made the mistake of following you in.
"Get the fark out," you hissed visually sending them daggers, "Yes me screwing Fox was wrong, but I'm not just toy to hand back and forth," you glared directly at Kix, "Just. Get out," you sighed returning your attention to the coffee in front of you.
Kix tried walking forward but Fives pulled him back shaking his head, "Let her cool down, let's go train."
Fox didn't head the warning he opened to the days holo news, sitting at the table closes to the door. He heard, "That mean's you too!" but he didn't react he just sat there reading until he saw you approach the table with a cup setting it in front of him. "Thank you," he said noticing it was full of caf, he looked up to see the scowl on your face faltered for a moment at his manners.
"Explain yourselves," you said flooding your arms over your chest, I want to know just so maybe the anger will calm down.
"We have chemistry. He wanted to know how much chemistry," Fox took his helmet off, sipping the caf waiting for the snarky reply that had to be forming on your tongue. "We don't have chemistry-" before you finished the sentence Fox shot up one hand on your throat and his lips barely hovering in front of yours. "You're pulse, eye dilation at my proximity and change in breathing say other wise," he pointed out smirked looking down into your wide eyes at the boldness. Gently he pressed his lips into yours releasing his hand after feeling another spike in your heart rate and his cock stirring, "Point made," he said sitting back down to hide the growing discomfort, feeling the warm tingle on his lips from the softness of yours. He let his similar lustful expression gaze into yours, his hand going to his combed back hair gently brushing it back noticing you still weren't convinced.
You don't know what irritated you more, the fact he was right or that he had been so forward about it especially here of all places. Watching him cock his head back towards the tiniest window known to man on the door then back at you an arched his eyebrow. You watched him stand up noticing the very prominent caged erection as he guided you behind the counter where no one could see. The tension coiling your body causing warmth to spread like steeping into a hot bath after a cold day. His hands on either side of you locking you in place, the thought of him having you right here caused a warm gush to course through you. Your cheek flush, embarrassed about the reaction to him.
"Believe me now?" Fox leaned in whispering in your ear, "Or do you need more convincing," he added letting his hand trail closer to your waist.
"Someone is bound to walk in," you stammered out as his fingers traced the curve of your hip.
"No one would dare knowing I'm in here," he amused with a smile that exposed his canines, "All you have to say is that you believe me" he said letting finger trail the top of your pants waiting.
"Kix..." you reminded as if his fingers were on fire came off. You watched his hand pat again the counter in contemplation before pulling back.
"Thanks for the reminder," he said walking back towards the table grabbing his bucket leaving. Fox's jaw hurt from how hard he was keeping it shut and his self restraint in order. Getting back to his office seemingly un-noticed he pressed the button to silence him from the world as he took care of himself letting his anger pound him into bliss. Slumping back in his chair he stared at the white mess that coated his glove. He pulled his desk door open finding his pack of wipes for pta baths for days when he practically lived in his office. He groaned noticing the faint stain on his glove, he ripped them off and tossed them into his desk slamming it shut, "Kark it all," he growled seeing you pounding on his door via his holo notification. He pressed the button, blinds and sound barrier going door, "What," he said looking down at you, his dignity covering his head and arms folded inwards covering his hands.
Gently you tried to push him back into his office but he didn't budge, "Fine. Is it just physical between us?"
"There's nothing between us," he closed the door forcing you back, slumping in the chair and pressing the button holding his hand with his hands. Kix was the better choice, kinder, easier to be tolerant, a genuinely more pleasant man. He took his helmet off staring into the visor, Commander Fox, he scoffed, when was the last time I was ever just Fox?
You stared at the door in your face. Nothing? You did your best to shrug it off for the curious eyes looking. Propping the door wide, you opened the cafe for today doing your best to put them out of your mind. As the day progress you realized he was right, Fox had been nothing but insufferable, constantly degrading you and wiping his exploits in your face at every turn. Their was no way it was anything more then just physical attraction, he got what he wanted and literally slammed the door in your face. You sighed for a what felt like the hundredth time before you finally shot Kix a message to come meet you, but he was already waking in with Fives before his pad went off.
"You rang?" He joked leaning against the side of the counter, "What's up Mesh'la?" he whispered.
"I don't get it," you said shaking your head thankful for the pause in troopers, "attraction, why don't we have more of that?"
"There is a lot about attraction we don't understand," Kix's medic tone came out, "There just is or isn't."
"So you can't make more?" you asked arching an eyebrow.
Kix took your hand staring at you, "Come'ere," he said embracing you against his chest ignoring the looks, "I am more then happy just doing this okay? It's nice having a... friend who doesn't share the same face."
"You're so kind.." you whispered, "why couldn't it..." you didn't need to finish the sentence.
"At this rate it isn't going to be Fox either, so cheer up. I got a million brothers, we'll find the right one," he smiled letting you go, "Just not Fives," he laughed watching his brother feign shock at the off handed comment, "Oh please you'd never settle down."
"You got me there," Fives joked, "Something basic Ma'am" he said looking up at the menu.
"Basic?" You blinked, he seemed less then a basic man but you shrugged getting to work handing him the caf once you were done. "What about your shirt?" you whispered to Kix.
He pulled you around the waist resting his chin on your hand, "I wouldn't be opposed if you kept it, I do like seeing you in it... if you want it for movie nights?" he suggested awkwardly.
"It would be nice," you felt the faintest sensation of lips against your head before Kix pulled off, "Something sweet for me before we head back to training."
"That's fitting," you teased not helping the faintest sensation of pain in your heart at the breakup if you could it that. You handed him the cup and he gave you a smile but you noticed the similar pain in his eyes, the smile not reaching further then his well defined cheeks. You watched as Fives and Him walked off, mentally scolding them for not saying see you later. You sighed again but this time it was more out of relief then anything that it had been so peaceful and relaxed. The peaceful feeling ended when Thorn walked in with Fox who stayed at the door as Thorn walked over.
"I take it I missed something?" Thorn observed Fox staying at the door.
"Yeah, Fox and I fought then Kix and I broke up."
"Do me a favor and make yourself a coffee too. You okay?" he asked quietly.
"As good as I can be, does sour face want one too?" You asked tartly watching Thorn press a button on the side of his bucket but you didn't hear him say anything.
"No but make him a commander, easier to question him when he has that thing off," Thorn chuckled, "So I take it you're going to be avoiding 79's for a while?"
"No actually, I'm pretty sure Kix and Fives are dragging me out tonight."
"Weird break up," Thorn said confused, "but that's good you two are still friends. Well if they don't drag you out, I will just let me know," he said grabbing the two caf's from you.
"Of course..." you looked to find Neyo and Bacara at the door, "Is it to early to close up for the day," you scowled.
"Give me ten minutes and I can handle that," he offered.
"No it's close enough anyway, there's no point." You regretted not taking him up on the offer. Minutes seemed to last for hours, every order seemed to take forever to make even if some of them only took seconds to actually make. You blinked rapidly handing the cold brew to the soldier, my day off is tomorrow; who's going to be here for them? It wasn't something you had worked out in your proposal, you opened your pad shooting the question to the HR rep with a quick reply that Commander Thorn had offered to open the place. Maybe I'll have to come in and try it. You never would have anticipated being relieved when Fives and Kix showed up at the end of the shift kicking people out.
"What's this about?" you asked putting your hands on your hips offering an awkward apology wave to the troopers leaving.
Fives wiggled his eyebrows, "You'll see."
"I'm not sure I like this," you laughed closed everything up, quickly spot cleaning.
"I'm apologizing in advance this wasn't my idea," Kix said looking his hands up.
"I really don't like the sound of this," you said your face contorting into smiling confusion finding Neyo particularly looking at you. His eyes squinting before heading across to Thorns office, "Or the look of that," you grumbled.
Fives put him his arm around you, "Trust me, these two things aren't connected. Now here," he said shoving a bag in your hand.
Opening it you found one of your dresses and heels in it, "How-"
"Don't ask."
He shoed you towards the private refresher down the hall. You stared at the dress wondering what shenanigans they usually got up to but this definitely seemed like one they would. You peeled the the work clothes off giving yourself a make shift awkward pta bath, but the seem of coffee forever lingered. Stepping out, both of them whistled at the change. You scowled feeling awkward in your place of work dressed like this. Noticing them both purposely picked here to make you pass both Thorn and Fox's office. Hearing Fives snicker you knew that was definitely the point. Walking there you kept noticing Kix's eyes shifting, having enough you floated near him, "What is it?"
"Fives is-"
"Shut up Vod," Fives said, "Sorry Ma'am no spoilers," he smiled pulling to away from Kix.
Fox watched the three of them trot by smiling as if the big punch line was him. Not realizing his eyes had lingered on the door he missed the unmistakable shape of Neyo approaching, "I think Bacara is wrong, she's definitely a beauty," his tone was flat as he watched the three of them descend in the lift. Fox's hand faltered his pen clicking again the desk, "I'm chasing your former... Lady Friend? tonight." Fox stared up into his vods well masked face, nothing betrayed what was going through his head.
"She is spoken for," Fox asserted picking his pen back up.
"Not according to the conversation I just had with Commander Thorn, she dissolved their union at lunch apparently."
Fox's pen fell again, a growl graced his lips, "Why."
"As I stated she is a beauty. May the best man win," Neyo gave him a smirk, he not no intention of chasing any woman but no one knew better how to push people's buttons then him. Hopefully be pressed the right one, initially he had come to check in with Fox but after his fair amount of eaves dropping his strategic mind got to work. Unfortunately I am going to have to go to at least make it look like I attempted. Neyo was to dignified to let out the sigh boiling in his chest at the realization. It took a while but he finally heard Fox on his heels as he approached the familiar establishment, "Yes, Commander Fox?"
"Marshal Commander Neyo," Fox growled, "Don't even think about it."
"Is that a threat?" Neyo arched an eyebrow at the unfamiliar tone.
"Yes," Fox shoved Neyo's shoulder forcing him to stare at him, "Vod to Vod, don't think about it." Fox clipped his shoulder with his own as he pushed instead finding you automatically, the shade of red perfectly matching his own. Another punch in the gut. He found you awkwardly dancing with one of Kix's blue brothers as he sat at the bar staring. Kix and Fox's eye met, They had broken up. Fox pulled away first blood boiling watching Neyo cut in. Betrayal, that was the feeling boiling up. He watched Neyo whisper something your ear, the grimace on your face before making your to the bar with him in tow as you sat between him and Kix.
"That's not good," Fox heard Fives voice not realizing he was at the commander's table with Rex.
"What are you doing here Arc?" He said flatly squeezing it.
"Trying to spice them up, to hopefully get some of that Mojo," Fives said pointing a finger between him and you, "between them."
"He's to soft for her," it was just that a statement leaving no room for doubt or to be second guessed, "Neyo is too rough for her."
"What are you? Goldilocks?" Fives scowled, "You have to be kidding me," he looked to find Neyo's hand on your leg chatting with both you and Kix. He saw Neyo's eyes lock briefly with Fox's the short evil grin before returning to his neutral expression, "Well, can't be worse then Dogma I suppose."
"Yes it can," Fox heard enough he got up without thinking about it, shoving Neyo's stool back with his foot making his hand break contact before putting himself between the two of you. His eyes narrowed to slits at his batch mate, both knowing full well what the other was capable of and knowing this wasn't the place for that fight. "I said don't even think about it," his voice was venom laced with a ton that he saved only for war criminals and traitors. Out of the corner of his eye he saw you flinch at the tone but he didn't have time to acknowledge that as he stared down Neyo for authority on the subject. He felt your light fingers tap his spaulder, automatically he softened the frighting expression on his face but didn't break eye contact with the man, "Yes?"
"Nothing, remember? Why are you interrupting."
"Principle."
Fox's balled fist flattened on the table, returning his full attention back to Neyo rage returning. Neyo did nothing but smile at the display. He was aware his even more unreadable then Fox, every inch more sadistic and cruel giving him every advantage, "Nothing, proves she isn't yours either," he chose his words carefully but provokingly. He watched him boldly step back his mouth at your neck leaving a claim before standing back in-front of him, "Have I made myself clear enough?"
"You were always the easiest the read and push," Neyo smiled, "Nothing? Keep lying and face the consequences. I proved my point. Ma'am," Neyo nodded standing up, joining a lurking Bacara in the very back darken booth.
"What the actual fuck was that?" You glared.
"Just him being a chip off the old block just as calculated and," Fox grumbled before turning back to you, the anger and frustration leaving his features. Silently noticing Kix remove himself from the moment. "Even for his usual pokes that was way to far."
"Nothing-."
"We both know I lied."
You stared at him, "Sure," you replied sarcastically, "I'll believe that when womp rats fly." You watch Fox pin you with his body to the counter, your heart starting it's embarrassing flutter.
"One date, just you and I."
"Commander-"
"Just Fox," he took a breath searching your eyes for an answer, "What do you say?"
"One," you breathed, "Fox."
Hearing his name on your lips was enough to make him lose his composure and swallow, pulling back he ran his fingers threw his slicked back hair. What the hell, he yanked his hand away dropping it at his side. He gave a small nod turning to walk off but another small whisper of his name made him cock his head to the side waiting for you against his better judgement trying to ignore the look in your eye or the way your breathing was uneven.
What are you thinking? You scolded yourself looking at him. You may have not understood what he was protecting you from but the commanding rage in his voice had set a shiver coursing through your lower extremities. Then the sudden shift to almost anxious and insecure afterwards had confused you but was almost endearing. You kept direct eye contact with him as you rose from the stool, you whispered his name again before walking passed him. This isn't like me... but it's what I need. The feeling him in you, how his body perfectly fit against yours knowing what you needed before you could think it or how a small tug of his hair made him sinfully groan. You saw the red following you out of the corner of your eye, you didn't want to wait for the train back to your place so you paid for a decent clone friendly cab and top speed. Both of you were silent the whole way, scared one word would snap the attention in the air and both of you would be all over each other. It was a trance walk back to the apartment, awkwardly running into both of the neighbors he had done. After feeling him, you didn't blame them for how loud they were.
Both of you were barely in the door when he forced it shut, dragging you to the couch by your hip. He pushed you down the couch letting his face hover by yours but not touching as he reach down pulling the hem of your taunting red dress up revealing the blue underwear underneath. He clenched his jaw quickly using the vibro blade in his vambrace cutting the thin laced sides of the garment before chucking it to the other side of the room in annoyance. He returned his blade noticing the glistening core for him, watching it coat your inner thighs. Not bothering to take off his armor he pulled you to the edge of the couch dropping to his knees pulling your legs over his shoulders. Fox kissed your swollen need, suckling it between his lips.
"Fark," you moaned, thighs clapped against his face as he inserted two fingers rapidly curling against the spongey spot nestled inside, "Donnn't stop," your hands went to the top of your dress pulling down, realizing the blue mistake Fox's mouth retracted causing the organism to fade. You saw the silently anger coating his features, you dropped your legs from his broad shoulders. Barely breathing as he stood up looming over you, one hand on the garment and one on the back of the couch. Your hands cautiously moved the back of the garment unclipping it feeling him yank it and toss it, landing it perfectly next to the cut up underwear. You stared up into lava threatening to engulf you in its heat, “Fox…?”
“Never wear that color again, understood?” you recognize the commanders order tone.
“Fox-“
“Understood,” he growled.
You nodded, swiftly his hands picked you up pulling you towards the bedroom, dropping you in the bed. He didn’t bother with his armor, dropping his codpiece and undoing his belt so his hand could free him from the constriction of the body suit. Watching him mount you, the cool plastoid bit lightly into the skin as he pushed himself in. Your fingers dug into the back of his neck resistance the urge to find his hair as he continued to split you apart. Fox’s pace was merciless as his temper fumed his thrust. Listening to his hips collide was yours you could hear the gush of your arousal coating both of you. Every time he entered you, the feel of him filling the expanse felt so perfect your mouth opened to tell him but his hand found your mouth covering it.
Watching him shift his weight to his knees to keep his weight off of you, you felt his other hand go to your clit moving wildly, “Cum for me,” he growled, the hand on your mouth moving the dress bunching it up in his fingers. The red so perfect on you he questioned if the color was his or if he wore your color. His thrust got desperate as he continued forcing himself to hold back until you become undone under him. Moaning when your fingers yanked his hair enough to pull some out he finally removed the hand between you firming resting both his palms above your head. The drooling mess of his name reverberated in the room letting his chase his own orgasm coating your insides white with his desire to have you. He felt sweat clinging to his forehead as he stared down at your perfect shape, his hand went to his hair carefully prying your cramped fingers off his hair massaging them. Removing his soak body from yours he saw where his armor had dug into your skin silently cursing himself for not removing them. He watched the white ropes from you running down your ass, he could already feel himself getting hard again at the sight. He striped the armor tossing it to the ground not caring about proper stacks in the moment. Cursing himself harder when checking his belt that he hadn’t restocked the bacta tube, he stared at the deep marks scowling he found his data pad and messaging Thorn to bring some right away, and that it was indeed a discreet order. Fox watched you curl towards the warmth of the blankets wincing as you moved. He whispered your name, “Bacta’s coming.”
The underside of your legs felt like someone had tried to use a dull knife to saw at your muscles, while the pain between your legs ached was blissful everything else wasn’t. You felt a warm cloth go inbetween your legs and the blankets partially pulled over you. Maybe you were a little loopy because your giggled feeling some of the cum bubble out at the action.
“What is it?” Fox asked confused.
“You’re so mean at work and in bed but so soft too, I just didn’t expect it,” you said yawning.
“Stay awake a little longer,” Fox scowled hearing the doorbell, “I’ll be right back.”
Not bothering to put his armor on, just in his blacks, he opened the door finding Thorn standing there his eyes going wide with Kix and a medical bag in hand. Fox’s lips twitched into a snarl, “Just needed the bacta.”
“You also mentioned wounded,” Thorn pointed out trying to keep the smile out of his face.
“What are her injuries,” Kix asked flatly.
“My armor cut into the back of her legs.”
Kix opened the bag pulling out a foreign orange tube handing it to Fox, “Use this instead. Anything else?”
“No.”
“Good,” Kix closed the bag and left.
Fox stared down at the vile, “Did you really have to bring him?”
“Actually he was already on the way with the bag, figured it would look better if we came together. Have a good evening,” Thorn waved jogging after the medic.
Disgruntled Fox closed the door pulling the blanket back exposing the deep red marks, he worked the liquid into the marks with his fingers watching your tension relax. He sat there watching you stretch, slow blinking at him as you stirred. What he wanted to say died on his tongue, “Shower?”
“And water, thank you Fox.”
“For what?”
“Being you.”
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Actions and Consequences - Chapter 1
Resolute
Delta Squad are forced to seek help from within the fleet for their injured Jedi, Jerra.
Mixing with the GAR general is... an issue.
Pairing: OC!Jedi Jerra x Delta Squad
Warnings: Descriptions of injuries, some blood, language.
Rating: M (Explicit content in later chapters, minors DNI)
Kix huffed as the hangar medical alert rang out into the med bay, the low buzz of it echoing through his skull.
It had been a long day already, the Resolute in orbit above Pravada 9, a large group assault on droid production bases having been ordered by the GAR while data was gathered by a specialist assault team.
Looking at the chrono, he frowned in confusion; the last of the teams from the 501st and 212th had returned hours ago, with no reports of lost ships or units. Everyone deployed from the ship had been accounted for.
So why, then, was the medical alert sounding if all troops had returned?
Grumbling in annoyance at the inevitable extension of his shift, he grabbed his medkit and made the short journey to the hangar, looking around for his new patients.
There were a few groups of troopers milling around, but none that seemed to need attention. One lot of four were playing sabacc on some nearby crates while another small gathering of softshells were working on a gunship which had taken quite a bit of damage in the incursion.
None of them seemed to need his attention, his annoyance growing further.
“Anyone call for a medic?” he asked loudly, several heads snapping in his direction.
A murmuring response of ‘no’ and ‘not me’ came from the troopers, Kix letting out a growl of annoyance.
“Then who the kark is wasting my time by calling me down here?” he snapped, some of the sabacc troopers exchanging concerned looks.
He was about to head back to medbay and file a false alarm report when a gravelly voice called across the hangar, a large, imposing clone in distinctive armour appearing from the end of a gunship, a large sniper rifle in his hands.
“I am,” the trooper called, the entire hangar silent now, watching the interaction.
Kix raised an eyebrow, looking the trooper up and down. He could tell by his bucket, which was still firmly in place, that he was a Commando. His bulk on its own was intimidating, but the paint job on his armour completed the picture, the white plastoid flashed with red on his legs, arms and midsection, what appeared to be a bloody handprint covering the area around his visor, giving the impression of it being fresh and dripping.
“You’re not 501st or 212nd,” Kix huffed, the sniper letting out an amused huff.
“What gave it away? You a medic or not?”
Kix stared at the Commando for a moment, caught between actions.
“You’re not on my treatment compliment,” he stated firmly, the sniper staring back. Even under his visor, Kix could practically feel the coldness of the look.
“But you are a medic,” he growled in return, “and we need you.”
“For what?” Kix questioned automatically, the larger clone almost certainly rolling his eyes.
“A fifth for sabacc. What do you think, di’kut?”
Kix was about to offer a sharp retort when another Commando appeared behind the sniper, his posture communicating his impatience.
“Sev! What the kriff is taking so long?”
It only took the other man a moment to register Kix’s presence, his size matching this so-called ‘Sev’, though his bucket was off, exposing a frustrated expression.
Even though he looked like a clone and his hair was slightly longer than regulation, the Commando armour he wore, mostly green with a white flashed chestpiece, he gave off the air of someone much more superior.
“You, medic! We’ve been waiting on you! Get your shebs back to the ship!”
Kix frowned, his frustration growing.
“I don’t know who you think you are,” he huffed, “but I’m assigned to the 501st. You can’t just turn up on a republic fleet ship, call a medic and demand medical attention without registering first.”
“Oh, look, the little shiny doctor doesn’t know who we are,” Sev chuckled lowly, the other Commando rolling his eyes and glaring at him.
“Can it, Sev. This is about Jerra, not you.”
“Look,” Kix sighed, shaking his head, “let me call the on-call medic. I’m sure they can…”
“No time!” the unidentified Commando cut him off, shaking his head, “Our Jedi is injured. Now are you gonna do your job or not?”
As Sev chuckled, Kix felt the urge to decline simply on principle, but hearing there was an injured Jedi piqued his interest, not to mention his innate need to help was kicking in. Whether it was in his genes or in his heart, he couldn’t fight it, relenting with a long suffering sigh as he trudged towards the commandos.
“Ugh, fine! Just… register after, okay? I need to record all treatment.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever,” the Commando nodded, waving behind him in a gesture for Kix to follow.
“What Battalion are you even from?” Kix asked as they weaved through the gunships, most in various states of battle damaged, towards the rear of the hangar.
“Battalion?” Sev rumbled, his tone amused, “That’s cute.”
“We’re Delta Squad,” the other clone responded tightly. “I’m Fixer, this is Sev. Boss and Scorch are still on the shuttle with Jerra, our Commander.”
“Delta Squad?”
Kix froze in place for a second, Sev almost walking into him, barely dodging his stock still form.
“The Delta Squad? The ones who ran the demo job on Geonosis during the first battle of the Clone Wars?”
“History lesson later,” Fixer urged him, reaching back and grabbing his arm, the medic stumbling a little as he was pulled along, “first, medic stuff.”
“But… You guys are… You’re a myth! You’re not… You’re not supposed to exist!”
“And yet, here we are,” Sev chuckled, a hiss sounding as he reached up with one hand, unclipping his bucket and pulling it off.
Kix took in his features, surprised. Again, although he looked the same as the rest of his brothers, Sev had a certain… severity to him, as obvious as it would seem.
Two large scars ran across his face, one down from the top of his hairline to just below his cheekbone over his right eye, the other across the same eye, from the bridge of his nose to the curve of his face. It looked oddly like a crosshair.
His hair was thick, tight curls cut short, shoots of grey showing through. Light amber eyes stared back at Kix, a wicked smirk tilting at chapped lips.
“Got an issue?” he grinned, Kix immediately shaking his head.
“N-No… Kriff… Rex is not gonna believe this…”
Turning to Sev, he hesitated for a moment. “Is it true the four of you took back an entire republic cruiser from trandoshan pirates on your own?”
Sev smirked, raising an eyebrow at the medic.
“Is that what they tell you?” he teased, the low tone of his voice sending an uncomfortable shiver down Kix's spine.
“Like I said,” the other commando huffed from in front of them, “history lesson later. And to be fair, it was mostly Boss.”
Within moments, they were free of the field of battleworn gunships, the path to a beat up looking attack shuttle appearing. Another Commando was waiting outside, this one with a white chest piece, grey and gold covering his arms and legs.
“Took ya long enough!” he yelled as they approached, his voice somehow softer than the average clone’s, “What were ya doing? Teaching him how to practice medicine?”
“Can it, Scorch,” Fixer snapped, releasing Kix’s arm as they approached the ramp, Scorch’s face scrunched in an unimpressed expression.
His hair was much longer than the others, thick curls pulled back into a loose braid at the back, a few ringlets falling around his face. He leant against the ship with his arms folded over his chest, eyes scanning Kix suspiciously.
“How’s she doing?” Sev quizzed Scorch, the expression on the slightly smaller clone’s face faltering a little.
“In pain,” he replied quickly, looking pointedly to Kix, “Boss is with her. He’s been pushing bacta, but you know how she is with supplies.”
“You,” Sev grunted at Kix before nodding to the door, sharp eyes locked on him, “inside.”
“Going, going!” Kix assured him, drawing in an attempt at a steadying breath as he pushed through the doorway of the ship, the insides dimly lit.
It was a modest set up in the shuttle, a bunk room off to one side, labelled as such on the door. A small refresher was marked at the back, top and rear gunner mount positions visible from the main gangway.
Looking down towards the rear, Kix soon found his target, watching curiously as he crept closer.
The Jedi, Jerra, was sat on one of the navigation seats, her left hand supporting a limp right arm, face twisted with pain as she let out a hiss.
She was human, at least she appeared to be, warm skin over tight features. Her eyes seemed to dance with a green light in the darkness, focused on the Commando in front of her, the clone kneeling as he looked over her knees, one of which was exposed and covered with a bacta patch.
Her long dark hair was pulled back into multiple braids that trailed down her back, pulled together with a gold band. The clone in front of her was helmetless, hair short and mussed, curls spilling onto his skin haphazardly as he rested on one knee, hands gentle as he rubbed bacta in a nasty looking cut on her leg.
Visibly, it seemed to be her only other urgent injury, save the small cuts that littered her face. They looked like shrapnel wounds, ones that Kix was, unfortunately, all too familiar with.
“Not long now, mesh’la,” he grumbled lowly, his accent thick and low, a warmth to it that made Kix raise an eyebrow, “we’ll get some meds into you.”
“I can wait,” Jerra replied with a forced smile, adoration clear on her face as she looked the commando over, letting out a huff of laughter, “you shouldn’t be wasting bacta on me, Boss, I told you…”
“Hush,” Boss ordered, his voice stern, though his smile betrayed his tone, “bacta can be replaced. You can’t.”
A moment stretched between them, intimate and deep, simply sharing a connection, and for a second, Kix felt like he was intruding on something private.
“Uh… Sorry to interrupt,” he managed, his voice cracking a little as Jerra’s intense gaze turned to meet him, Boss’s smile fading entirely as he stood back up to full height, “I’m Kix, the medic from the 501st.”
“About time you got here,” Boss grunted, stepping back to allow Kix access to Jerra, “does ‘rapid medical response’ mean something different in the fleet?”
“Boss,” Jerra chastised the Commando gently, Kix trying his best to keep his expression set as he approached, the large clone’s white and red armour adding to his intimidating presence, “leave him be. It’s not like we were announced.”
“Still,” Boss huffed, his eyes softening a little as Kix placed his back at Jerra’s feet, offering a weak smile.
“Sorry about them,” Jerra grinned softly, “they can be a little demanding. I hope they weren’t rude to you.”
“No more than any of my other vode,” Kix smiled back, earning a huff from Boss. “Now… the others mentioned you being in pain?”
His eyes travelled over her, noting the bacta patch on her leg and the way she still held her arm.
“Do you mind telling me what happened?”
“Big ass explosion!” a shout came from the doorway, Scorch leaning around it, watching intently, “Got caught in the shockwave. Uh… sorry, again, about that.”
“Out!” Boss yelled, stamping towards the ramp, his face set. Jerra simply rolled her eyes and let out a breath of laughter, focusing back on Kix.
“We were infiltrating one of the maintenance facilities while the battle distracted the main forces,” she explained as Kix reached up, flattening his palm for her to lower her arm onto it, “our objective was to take it out and get intel on the newer battle droids they’re pushing out. Things got a bit heated, more security than intel thought there’d be, and I got pushed off a walkway by one of the breach blasts. Boss caught me before I fell all the way down, but it jarred my arm some.”
Kix hummed as he listened, eyes now intently fixed on her arm as he rolled the fabric covering it up as gently as he could. Her robes were a dark brown, the tunic underneath faded greens and greys, all tattered and smelling distinctly of explosive residue.
“Lucky escape,” Kix smiled, Jerra wincing as he tried to straighten her arm, hissing in pain. In his peripheral, he saw Boss turn sharply at the noise, trying his best to focus.
The skin around the joint was purple and black, bruised badly. The swelling was quite severe, but there seemed to be no obvious deformation.
“I can’t tell from just looking, but there’s some bruising and irritation around the joint. Did you hear a pop or crack when you were caught?”
Jerra hesitated for a moment, looking towards Boss, her expression caught.
“I need you to be honest,” Kix explained softly, “or we might miss something that could cause complications in the future. We can heal whatever it is, I promise.”
With a long exhale, Jerra closed her eyes and nodded, something close to shame echoing across her features.
“It dislocated when Boss caught me,” she murmured, gaze averted to her feet, “and I popped it back in. Hurt like a jawa-kriffer, but it let me keep going.”
“Mesh’la…”
Boss’s call cut through the silence, the pain in his tone apparent.
“You should have told me… I’m…”
“Don’t,” Jerra frowned back at him, watching cautiously as he approached, “you did what you had to. I’m alive, we’re all here, that’s what matters. I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d worry.”
“Damn right I’d worry,” Boss glared back at her, “It’s my job to look out for you all!”
“And you did!”
“But you got hurt…”
“Instead of falling to my death!”
Boss considered her words for a moment, hovering over her as Kix looked between them, the tension growing.
“Well, uh, there might be some small fractures in the elbow joint,” he explained quickly, hoping to diffuse the situation, “but I’d need to do a scan to be sure. It might also be good to look at the rest of your joints too, mainly your shoulder. A force like that can dislodge things or pull other muscles. It’s nothing that a bacta wrap won’t fix overnight, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.”
“No,” Boss growled, Kix’s gaze darting to Jerra as she rolled her eyes, letting out a huff, “we have orders to be back en-route by oh-four-hundred. We’re only here for medical attention, resupply and refuel.”
“And you’re getting medical attention,” Kix replied sternly, releasing Jerra’s arm back to her as gently as he could, gathering his pack and standing, “and I’m telling you she needs more treatment.”
“We’re not leaving without her.”
“Then you’re not leaving at all,” Kix frowned, gesturing at Jerra. “If you want to deny her treatment and possibly aggravate what is currently a minor injury, be my guest. But if it is broken, bone fragments could shift and damage both muscle and tissue, not to mention the pain will only build. She needs rest and recuperation, and as a medic, I am able to pull individuals from active service for that.”
“Need a hand, Boss?”
Sev’s deep voice echoed through the ship, two other faces also peering in, their expressions stern.
It was clear that they were willing to step in if there was an argument, Jerra huffing in frustration as Kix stood his ground, shouldering his bag.
The Commando and the Medic stared each other down for a long moment, Boss’s eyes searching Kix’s face.
After what felt like an eternity, Boss let out a frustrated huff and stepped back, allowing Kix to pass.
“One rotation. No longer,” he growled, looking back to Jerra, “and one of us is always with her.”
“Boss,” she protested, quickly cutting off her own reply as he glared back at her.
“That’s an order.”
“I outrank you,” she shot back, hissing again as she stood up, following Kix as he made his way through the ship, though she made no further argument.
Boss looked her up and down, putting out a hand against the durasteel wall on the other side of the galley, blocking her path while the medic disembarked, his intense gaze finding hers once more.
“Boss,” she breathed again, swallowing hard when his free hand moved to her face, tracing his knuckles down the side of her face, “I’ll be fine.”
“You should have told me,” he grumbled after a moment, the guilt in his eyes making her chest constrict. “I hurt you.”
“You saved my life,” she reminded him, stepping into his space, tucking her head under his chin.
Taking another deep breath, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tenderly, taking the upmost care not to put pressure on her arm. “Better broken than a pile of goop on the floor of a maintenance facility.”
Boss let out a soft chuckle, his expression softening once more. Pulling away slightly, he looked down at Jerra, a sigh escaping his lips.
“I’ll make it up to you, cabur,” he promised, voice little more than a whisper, “we all will.”
“I’m holding you to that,” she teased gently, shivering at the sensation of his breath ghosting over her cheeks, “it’s been too long, Boss.”
“I know, cyare,” he smiled, leaning down to brush his lips over hers, drawing a whimper from deep in her throat, “but what was it you taught us about patience?”
“Gar chayaikir,” she moaned softly, growling as he pulled away, “you’re going to pay for this.”
“Hey, riddurok’la, your medic is getting twitchy!” Scorch shouted from the doorway, leaning in with a sly grin on his face, looking over the scene with amusement. “Gar me'dinuir, vod?”
“Mir’sheb,” Boss growled in response, moving towards the door, Jerra following with a blush on her cheeks. “Come on then, my lady,” he teased bowing as he reached the door, “your medic awaits.”
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Translations:
Di’kut - idiot
Shebs - Ass/Butt
Mesh’la - Beautiful
Cabur - Protector/Guardian
Cyare - Beloved/One who is beloved
Gar chayaikir - You tease
Gar me'dinuir, vod? - You share, brother?
Riddurok’la - Married Couple (rough translation)
Mir’sheb - Smartass
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HELLO!!!!
is me again hehe <3
lately, i've been thinking about how Jesse and how his strong devotion and loyalty translates into a relationship. so i was thinkingggggg, a scenario where Jesse needs to be walked of the edge of a heated situation and needs reassurance that he's it for reader. that he's the man reader wants to be with and will stand be his side.
can be either SFW or NSFW (with agender reader with female parts??? that would make me so happy) what ever is sparking your lovely imagination.
so appreciate and love and am grateful i found your beautiful writing and met such an amazing person <3
Mythos, my dear! Thank you so much for the ask!! I saw your second ask too and I hope I’ve done your beautiful request justice. Jesse is so passionate but that’s exactly what we love about him and the idea of being able to show him that when he was feeling insecure is exactly what he deserves! I completely got carried away with this and ended up writing over 2.5k words (although it’s never enough for Jesse!). I hope you like it! Thank you for celebrating with me, love!
Pairing: Jesse x GN!/Anatomically Female Reader
Warnings: General Creepiness, Threats of Violence, Canon-Typical content, Self-Doubt, Explicit Sexual Content *MINORS DNI*
You finally made it to the bar on a particularly busy night at 79’s. It was way more work than it should have been for a glass of water, but the dance floor that Jesse had kept you glued to all night was hot, and you were parched.
You could still see him through the crowd. His cog tattoo and shaved head helped him stand out among his identical brothers. That and you’d be able to spot his grin anywhere. He was in his civies tonight, a black t-shirt and his lone pair of jeans. Jesse always looked good, but you enjoyed your current vantage point and took a moment to check out the handsome man. You had only been on dating for a few months. Your friend had been hot and heavy with Fives since the moment she met the goateed clone. It had taken her a few tries to convince you to join them on a double date with one of his brothers who Fives insisted you’d like. You hadn’t been expecting much, not because you didn’t like Fives, but simply because you didn’t imagine someone like him could be your type. Jesse had swept you off your feet, though. You hadn’t admitted it to him yet, but you were falling fast. His endearing charm, constant sarcasm, lighthearted take on life, the passion that burned bright through him, and the kindness and understanding he always showed you made it easy to fall. You watched him move under the neon lights, and you felt a wide smile creep across your face. Jesse always seemed to put that smile there.
So it was Jesse and the lights and the music’s fault that you didn’t notice a crowd of people behind you until one of them stumbled into your back. You spun around, ready to apologize for taking up precious bar space before you realized it was a group of nat-borns. Instantly, your defense went up.
It wasn’t often that other civilians wandered into 79’s, and the ones that did were usually there to cause problems. So as you eyed up the stumbling rough and rowdy group, you didn’t have to go looking to know that they were likely trouble. Unfortunately, as Jesse often liked to remind you, with a deep laugh and elbow to your ribs, trouble usually came looking for you.
“Hey,“ The tallest one slurred as he looked you up and down. “Come here often?”
“Yup.” Your reply was curt, and you hoped they would take the hint when you turned back to face the bar.
Instead, a hand came to your shoulder.
“Hey, I was talking to you.” He was suddenly close, his breath rank and hot on your face as he yanked you towards. “You think you’re too good for us.”
“Don’t touch me.” You took a full step away as you warned him.
“Slummin’ it here with all these test tube freaks.” He closed in on you again. “Let me show you what a real man can do.”
You raised your hands, about to shove him backward, when a familiar arm slid over your shoulder. Despite your guard being up, you instantly knew who was next to you.
“Problem here?”
Your eyes didn’t move from the creep, but you could hear the eternal grin on Jesse’s face. You didn’t mistake the grin for carelessness. Instead, you knew it was just Jesse. He was always calm until he wasn’t.
“Ahh, I see. No problem.” The man stumbled back into his friends before muttering under his breath. “Freak fucker.”
“What did you call them?”
Your head snapped up at the sudden change in tone in Jesse’s voice. He wasn’t grinning anymore. His hand left your shoulder as he began to stiffen at your side. The man didn’t realize his mistake as he kept hurling insults your way.
“They’re just another slut for you meat droids. The Republic needs to end the war so they can take you all out with the trash.”
In split seconds, Jesse lept past you. He swung, his fist connecting with the creep’s jaw, sending him reeling backwards. He threw another jab, catching the man with a blow to the nose before he stumbled out of Jesse’s reach.
Your stomach dropped as one of the friends lunged for Jesse, whose gaze was still on the instigator. But never one to be caught off guard, Jesse side-stepped the second man in the same moment he spun, landing a uppercut into the man’s stomach.
You balled your fists, ready to follow Jesse when another hand came to your shoulder. You cocked a fist back but Kix’s voice found you before you could swing.
“You jump in, you just make it worse for him.”
You huffed in response. Kix wasn’t wrong. You knew Jesse could handle a few nat-borns by himself and he would only be distracted if you started to fight. Still, your fist stayed balled by your side.
In the next moment, a flash of red by the door caught your eye. The Courscant Guard was here. They were always close by on busy nights, keeping the peace however they had to. The three clones positioned themselves by the door. You recognized Thorn by his helmet. He posted himself in the corner, a shiny on either on side of him. You knew he wouldn’t intervene unless he had to, but if Jesse kept at it, Thorn wouldn’t have a choice.
Kix saw Thorn too. He set his jaw and dove into the fray. He emerged with an arm wrapped around Jesse’s waist, tugging the scowling man out of the scuffle. Kix turned, tossing his brother away from the seething nat-borns before he spun around to face them again.
“Get out.” Kix pointed to the door. “Or you’re going to have a lot more meat droids to deal with.”
The instigator snarled through a bloody nose and spit at Kix’s feet. Jesse yelled out and charged for the man again. You turned to face him, stepping into his path and putting your hands on his chest. Jesse looked down at you, his face instantly softening just a bit.
“Jesse - we’re leaving now.” The words were an order but your tone was gentle, hoping you could reach the part of him that had just relaxed under your palms.
He frowned, his eyes quickly back on his target. The men were rapidly retreating out the door, with side-glances thrown at the Guards in red. You felt Jesse twitch, like he wanted to chase after them.
“It’s okay, Jess.” Kix’s voice came from behind you now, calm and quiet. “Just let go it.”
“They’re not worth it.” You lifted one palm to Jesse’s face, laying it on his cheek with just enough pressure to coax him into looking at you. “Please, Jesse.”
His hand came up to your forearm, giving you a gentle squeeze.
“Okay,” The words were breathy as they left his mouth. “Okay, okay. You’re right.”
You lifted to meet his lips, capturing him in a quick, grateful kiss.
He exhaled as you pulled away, breaking the brief kiss. You ran your thumb along his cheekbone, tracing the lower rim of his tattoo. Then your hand fell to find his hand at his side.
“Let’s go home.”
You tugged him towards the exit. As you pulled Jesse out of the club, you threw on glance back to search over his shoulder, quickly finding the familiar eyes of Kix. He tilted his head in question, and you nodded in reassurance. He smiled back and raised his glass in a grateful salute before he turned back to the dancefloor. Jesse followed you to the door in a daze. The adrenaline of the fight had worn off, and he hung almost limp as he drifted behind you.
By the time you got back to your apartment, Jesse was almost catatonic. His lids hung heavy over his eyes as he sank onto the edge of your bed. He hadn’t said a word since you left 79’s. You were starting to get worried. Rather than press him to talk, you went to the kitchen and got a wet washcloth. Returning to find him unmoved in the bedroom, you knelt before him. Coaxing him to take off his shoes, you placed them next to yours at the end of the bed. Then you turned your attention to his bruised knuckles. Taking his calloused hand in yours, you started to dab at the scrapped skin.
“You… you don’t have to do that.” Jesse stuttered as he finally spoke.
“I’m happy to, Jesse.” You tried to smile up at him but his sleepy gaze had turned into a wide eyed stare and it caught you off guard.
“No, I mean you shouldn’t have to do that.” He yanked his hand out of yours.
You barely had time to wonder at his sudden movement before he was up on his feet, pacing across your small bedroom.
“Jesse, talk to me.” You kept your voice gentle, not out of fear but out of caring. You wanted him to know you were there for him.
“You deserve better, you know.”
You frowned but before you could protest, Jesse spoke again, never breaking his relentless stride.
“I’m sorry. I’m just a hothead. All I know is how to fight.” Jesse ran his fingers over his broken knuckles. “You deserve more than that.”
He finally stopped his pacing as he caught his form in the full length mirror that hung on your wall. His frown grew as he studied himself.
“Look at me.” His shoulders slumped and his eyes fell to the floor. “I was bred for this. Bred to be a soldier and that’s all I’ll ever be.”
You quickly clambered to your feet. He didn’t move from his position in front of the mirror. You stood behind him, savoring his closeness for a moment. You wrapped your arms around him at his waist and pulled him in tight to you.
“I love your fire, Jesse. I love that you’re a fighter.”
He let out a single dry laugh. It was so soulless, so unlike Jesse. You held him a little closer.
“Look at you, Jesse.” You settled your head on his shoulder, stretching to peer at your combined reflections. “You want to know what I see?”
He finally raised his head, hesitantly meeting your eyes.
“I see how passionately you care, how you love so strongly that you would go to war for those you care about. Your brothers know that. They love and respect you for that. But that fire isn’t all you are.”
“You can make me smile on the hardest of days. You keep calm in far more situations than you give yourself credit for. You like to pretend you don’t care but I can see how deeply you do.” You dug your fingers into his shirt, gripping his ribs, trying to convey how much you wanted him. “Don’t ever say you’re just a soldier. You’re so much more than that, Jesse.”
Jesse’s eyes were shining as his reflection stared back at you. He took your arm from his waist and tugged you in front of him, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders folding you into his warmth. You reached up and held onto his arms like he was the only liferaft in the sea. He started to grin again. You leaned your head back into him with a sigh and a smile.
“I’m so lucky to have met you.” Jesse murmured as he kissed the top of your head.
“We’re both lucky.”
You turned your head to lay a gentle kiss on his bicep. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the smirk on his face widen just a little. He pressed a kiss to your neck. And then another. You tilted your head, giving him more access to your sensitive flesh. One of hands that laid across your chest searched out your pert nipple and began to tease it gently through the rough fabric of your shirt. You leaned back into him with a soft moan, grinding your hips against him, feeling him harden behind you. Jesse’s lips found your ear.
“Oh, cyare,” Jesse’s words were dark and husky. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
His other hand snaked its way down your front, finding the waistline of your pants. Jesse pushed the fabric aside, sinking one knuckle into your already wet center.
“See what you do to me.” You breathlessly muttered. “Jesse, I need you.”
His hands jumped to your waist to find the hem of your shirt. Gentle fingers traced a line up your side, gathering your shirt as he went. Jesse paused at your mid-waist and looked at you. You nodded, giving him permission to proceed. He whipped the top off of you in the next moment. You spun to face him, needy for the feeling of his skin on yours. You tugged at the ends of his shirt, and he quickly obliged. You ran your hands over his chest, savoring the warmth of his skin and the sturdy build of his muscles.
Jesse bent to meet you and quickly captured your lips in his, kissing you deeply. He still tasted like a hint of whiskey. His tongue swirled with yours in a bruising fury and you felt yourself craving more of him. You broke apart for a moment, both turning your attention to your pants. The last bits of clothing was quickly removed and kicked aside.
Jesse spun you around to face the mirror and then pressed his wide palm on the small of your back, coaxing you into bending over. You gave into his directions, bringing a hand to the wall on either side of the mirror. You felt him run his length along your aching slit. You let out a breathy moan as he brushed along your clitoris, your head falling and eyes closing at the glorious friction.
“Oh no, cyare,” Jesse’s back was suddenly pressed against you, and his hand was on your jaw. He guided your head back up so you were staring into his deep brown eyes.
“That’s it,” he nipped at your neck as he stood again, lining himself up. “Let me see those eyes.”
You stared up at him, meeting his dark look in the mirror. His pupils were blown. Jesse stood again, towering over you. You bit your lip as you studied the breathtaking man for the briefest moment.
Then he entered you. His member filled you, reaching your furthest depths at this angle. The ache of being so full was quickly replaced by a overwhelming pleasure as Jesse’s hand snaked its way around you, deftly finding your already sensitive nub again. He teased small circles as he slowly began to move, dragging his cock from you before swiftly entering you again. Soon, his hips pistoned into you and you pushed back off of the wall, meeting him with every stroke. His other hand held your hip on a strong grip. You cried out his name as a wave of orgasm overtook you. Jesse followed behind, filling you as he finished.
You stood up and swayed on weak legs. Jesse quickly gathered you into his chest, showering your shoulders with kisses.
“Thank you.” He whispered against your skin.
“Always.” You sighed, leaning back into him. The next words left your mouth before you even considered them. “I love you, Jesse.”
Your stomach dropped for a moment. You knew you meant it but maybe it was too soon, too early. Before you could take it back, you looked to him in the mirror. His dark brown eyes found your suddenly wide ones and they were bright, all lust replaced with a vast joy. He quickly spun you to face him. Cupping your face in his hands, he tilted you up towards him.
“I love you too.”
His lips captured yours and his hands fell to wrap around your waist. Your heart soared as he squeezed you tighter to him.
“Now come on,” Jesse smirked before he stepped backwards, tuggiing you towards the bed. “I’m not done with you yet.”
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Respite
Summary: A moment of vulnerability with Crosshair in the Marauder.
Pairing: Crosshair x (gn) reader
Warnings: Injury, needles, angst. Tell me if i missed something!
Word count: 2.1k
A/N: This is my first fic ever and english isn't my first langauge so sorry for any mistakes! Feedback is greatly appreciated. :)
GR.
There it was, the anxiety that burned up your insides whenever you saw him. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, if truth be told you sought it out. The way your limbs tensed up, your breath hitched and mind clogged up. Words were hard to find, each syllable flying away from your head. His mere presence made you shake with the need of air. He was the only thing you could focus on, your focal point. The cynical sniper made you feel alive, or at least that’s what you told yourself.
You stood in the back of the Marauder. Trying to collect yourself by busying your scattered mind with the medical supplies in front of you.
The smell isn’t getting any better you thought and let out a silent chuckle.
Your eyebrows relaxed after you realized you were frowning. You tried using the stim-shot placed in your calloused palms as an anchor for your thoughts. This simple task was taking a way bigger toll on you than it should’ve had, if it even should’ve had in the first place, but you couldn’t focus. And how could you? Your sniper was silent, more so than usual.
Crosshair was sitting soundlessly in the cockpit of the ship.
The medicament you were preparing was for him. He had been quiet since they got back from their last mission. Even the perfect soldier he is, he got injured. You later found out his dominant hand got fractured. It wasn’t anything that wouldn’t heal, but he needed a few weeks off the battle field.
You knew the effect it would have on him, his work was what gave his life meaning. His family, his brothers were intertwined in this wretched war. Therefore he couldn’t be among them, couldn’t protect them. Sadly, that’s what the clones we bred for – battle. To give their life for a cause most of them couldn’t even comprehend.
So you knew the reason his abnormal quietness, he felt futile. Crosshair would never admit it but you knew. He felt pointless, useless. You wanted to make him feel better, yearned for his happiness, but you knew bothering him about it wasn’t going to help. If he wanted to open up to you - he would. You grew to wordlessly understand each other. A simple look would mean the world to the other. That’s how you loved each other.
You finally managed to prepare the Bacta treatment - now the hard part. You had to face him. Your body was already tense with worry, he was unpredictable. He didn’t scare you but you didn’t want to get on his bad side either. Crosshair had trouble accepting care, it made him feel pathetic and he despised it.
Having a childhood on Kamino was hard enough as it was but he was different, his brothers were different. He was a defect and the Kamino rain did not accept misfits easily. The other clone cadets disliked them, plain and simple, the only thing he had was his brothers. Sadly, the sniper learned early on in his childhood that the only person he could rely on was himself.
Your heart ached for him.
Crosshair’s specialization didn’t make it any easier either, his was cast out his whole life. His battle position made him isolated. Your beloved was taught to be invisible, precise, quiet. When you entered his life he had a hard time accepting your love, but he cherished it quietly in his own way.
You strolled through the shuttle’s fuselage with the stim-shot in hand. Silently, you tried entering the cockpit even though you knew he could sense you from the other side of the ship.
Crosshair was on the pilot seat, gazing out the window, toothpick in mouth. His jaw was clenched. The atmosphere was tense. His eyebrows were furrowed, arms crossed stiffly protecting his chest. The control panel illuminating his handsome face in blue and red.
His silver locks were starting to grow again you thought. One of your dearest memories was when he sheepishly asked you to cut his hair for the first time. You were beyond surprised, but of course happily obliged. Since then you’ve cut his hair for him when the Batch go out on missions. In the back of the Havoc Marauder, sharing tender moments which the war rarely allowed you to have.
¨You’re staring.” he plainly stated, avoiding your gaze.
Your heart skipped a beat. You involuntary gulped and tried to compose yourself by taking the seat next to him. He was unreadable as always. The stim-shot felt heavy in your palm.
“Sorry.” you muttered, giving him a crooked smile in an attempt to soothe him.
It worked. He turned the chair so he could face you and finally looked you in the eyes. Maker those eyes. Copper, sharp with intent. You could lose yourself in them and currently were. He returned your gesture with a smile of his own. A small one for sure, but you knew he meant it.
You held your free hand out. It hung in the air, an inaudible welcome. His eyes swiftly ran from yours to your hand and back to your gaze. He smirked, sighed in fake annoyance and reached out with his bad arm and placed it in yours. He waited and so did you. His sleeve had to be rolled up so you could inject the remedy.
“Do you expect me to roll it up?” you remarked, irritated.
“If you would be so kind.” he retorted. He was toying with you.
“Okay then, tough guy” you smirked and roughly tugged the sleeve of his blacks up so it would hurt just enough.
He winced and unconsciously tried to pull his hand away but you held on tight. This was your game, always trying to one each other up. You both laughed quietly.
You placed his hand on your lap and grabbed his arm below the shoulder.
“Ready?” you asked, trying to belittle him. Of course he was, he was one of the best soldiers the GAR had.
“Always am, boss” he replied sharply.
You injected the needle into his bruised skin and looked up to check if he was in any pain. He was calm as always, this seemed to have a bigger effect on you than it had on him. It made you angry and he noticed. You pulled the needle out of his skin and placed the shot on the panel next to you.
You huffed. Crosshair allowed himself to have a reaction, he was amused, but you couldn’t notice – you were avoiding his stare. This time you gently pulled down the sleeve of his shirt and softly patted him so he could take his hand away, but he wouldn’t budge. You looked up at him questioningly. He gently squeezed your palm.
“You’re trembling” Crosshair said. It was more of a question, rather than one of his usual venomous remarks.
“How do you always seem so unaffected?” he understood your double-barreled question.
Instead of verbally answering, he took your hand and guided it to his heart.
The sniper looked at you sternly. Crosshair took you off guard, physical touch was rare, especially initiated by him. You could feel his heart beating rapidly beneath your fingertips.
You understood immediately. You had the same impact on him that he had on you, he was just better at concealing it.
Your heart melted. He could see it on your face – you loved him unconditionally. He stood up from his seat and loomed over you, putting his hands on the chair handles, caging you in.
The bacta was working.
He was incredibly close to your face, never breaking eye contact. You weren’t either, you didn’t feel nervous anymore, you weren’t more sure of anything in your life before actually.
You broke the silence. “Cross the man that you are.” you let out a laugh.
He smiled back without a response, not that you needed one.
“You know it’s not your fault, right?” You said while gently caressing his injured arm.
You had to reassure him, to make him not feel guilty. He was already doing enough, too much even, giving his life for people who thought of him as property. You hated it, wanted to take him away. To show him what life was like.
You cupped his cheek.
“I know cyar'ika” the sniper gently replied, leaning into your touch. “But I’m worried” he continued. Even this was hard for him, you understood. He wanted to look out for his brothers, so you pushed him no more.
“They can take care of themselves, so let me take care of you?” you questioned with a pleading look.
He couldn’t help but smile so he hid his face in your neck, your seemingly emotionless sniper embraced you in a hug. It took you a few seconds to react. To say he surprised you would be an understatement but you hugged him back. Your fingers found their way to the base of his neck where you stroked his silver hair. You unintentionally tugged at his locks and he grunted. You tried to suppress a laugh but just couldn’t.
“You’re being quite responsive today, aren’t you?” you bit.
“And whose fault is that?” you could feel him smiling.
He pulled back but face still close, your noses almost touching. His eyes searched in yours. You had this 6’4 ft tall man in the palm of your hand looking at you like a puppy.
“Your hair is getting long, I think it’s time for a haircut” you grinned.
He tried to look at himself in the reflection of the ship’s window but you knew he couldn’t. He was trying to amuse you.
“You think so?” he smirked.
“I do.” you smirked back.
He nudged your nose with his own while looking at your lips. You understood the hint.
You decided to flip the tables for once. You had enough of him making you feel tipsy alone on his presence.
You leaned in and kissed him first, successfully managing to take him by surprise. Crosshair stumbled back a bit. It didn’t take long for the soldier to regain his footing though. He loomed over you, moving his hands closer.
It was a slow kiss, he took his time. Crosshair knew he had a hard time with words so he tried to convey his overwhelming feelings this way and oh. Maker did you feel it.
He may try to hide it but his emotions were like waves crashing into the rocky shore, unapologetic and hard. And you could sense every bit of it. He was putting his whole being into connecting with you, showing you how much he cared.
You pulled back in need of air. Both of you were gasping messes, happy gasping messes. The only thing you could feel in that moment was him. The only beings in the whole universe were the two of you.
Your blissful moment was interrupted by the commlink placed next to the control panel.
“Tech found the part he was looking for, we’re coming back. Prepare the ship for takeoff” Hunter grumbled.
Crosshair and you sighed in union.
You looked at him sweetly and placed your hand on the side of his forehead. Your thumb traced down his tan skin, you gazed at him like he was going to disappear every second. You were so scared of losing him, you felt like he would vanish from under your fingertips at any given second. Your thumb ran over his tattoo, he was still as a mouse.
You quickly pecked him on the tip of the nose and stood up from your seat and below him. Cross scrunched his whole face like the cat he was.
“Where are you going?” he allowed himself to sound disappointed.
You grabbed the stim-shot from the control panel and turned on your heel on your way to the back of the ship.
‘’Hunter said to prepare the ship, didn’t he?” you genuinely responded.
Crosshair followed behind your back.
You put the medpac on the counter and opened it. Crosshair put his chin on your shoulder and intertwined his long arms around your waist. You could feel him smelling your hair, he couldn’t get enough of you.
You started reorganizing the medicine in the pack and putting the stim-shot back in. He certainly made it harder than it was supposed to be.
You put the remedy back in it’s place and the medpac under the counter with Cross following. You turned around to face him and embraced him back. Both of you stayed quiet, enjoying your presence.
“I love you.” You mumbled against his chest.
“I know” Crosshair replied.
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Could you maybe do something like jedi Reader comforts Rex after Umbara?
You got it!
A/N: Can be read as a platonic relationship. Includes platonic bedsharing with multiple clones.
You wandered throughout the barracks after meeting with several jedi generals. You were headed back to the temple when you saw Rex. You tried greeting him with a smile, but he looked devastated and angry at the same time. He looked at you and tried softening his features.
"I heard," you said, referring to Umbara.
Rex shook his head and looked away. You sensed his devastation.
"So many good men are gone," he whispered.
You put a hand on his elbow and guided him to sit down in the nearby mess hall. You put a hand on his shoulder and waited for him to speak. His grief weighed so heavily, you weren't sure how he was still going. Rex leaned toward you and allowed you to wrap your arms around him. He started listing the names of all the men he knew were gone and then Dogma, whose future was unknown.
"None of this should have happened," he gritted through his teeth.
"I heard about Krell." You refused to call him a master any more. "Some of the other masters are concerned he may have influenced other jedi. I hope not."
"He had a reputation for not caring about the clones," said Rex, "and I shouldn't have pushed that fact aside as long as I did."
"You're loyal, Rex. You're an excellent leader and soldier. Don't blame yourself."
You wiped away an escaped tear. You sat there with him as time ticked on. You weren't leaving that night. You, Rex, Fives, Tup, and Jesse pushed some mattresses together on the floor of their barracks. You slept together, holding on to him. Everyone laid in a pile and fell asleep. They just wanted to stay connected and hope that they could keep going on.
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Watch (Darman Skirata x F!Reader)
Word Count: 880
Warnings: some Dom!Darman, masturbation while he watches, some attention to the boobs, doggie style, unprotected PiV sex, mirror sex, praise, naked reader and mostly clothed (partially armored) Darman, post-sex cuddles, nsfw, younglings be gone
A/N: established relationship. @trixie2023 requested something “hot and slutty” so this is my attempt at that
He met you at the hotel, running toward you, pulling off his helmet, and lips crashing into yours. You could barely hold back a moan after so long apart. You sensed it in him too. He grinned at you as he pulled you into his arms. By the time you’d gotten your key and headed to the room, you only had one thing on your mind. He put his pack down next to your bag. You laid back on the bed and looked up at him. Something had changed. A confidence. While the man you’d fallen in love with was often hesitant, never wanting to push, he knew what he wanted tonight. He put his helmet down, leaned over you, held your chin, and kissed your lips softly.
“Okay if I take charge for a while,” he asked.
“More than okay,” you answered. This was new, but you liked knowing you were the only one who saw this side of him.
“Strip, cyar’ika. I want to see you.” A spark of heat flooded your senses as you complied. You didn’t waste your time. As you slipped out of your panties, he reached forward to hold one of your breasts and rub his thumb over the nipple.
“Start touching yourself,” he said. “I want to see you make yourself good and wet for me.”
“I’m already wet,” you replied as he licked your other nipple. He gazed down your body and left a little kiss next to your ear.
“You can do better than that,” he whispered before moving to stand over you. “Spread your legs and let me see.”
You tried to steady your breath, but it was a challenge. You liked that he wanted to watch. Wanted to see you and your entire body. You laid there on full display, reaching down to gather what wet was already there and spreading it along your folds and encircling your clit. You played with the bundle of nerves and looked up at him. He kept most of his armor only, only removing enough to free his cock. You pleasured yourself as you watched it spring from its confines. You looked up into his eyes. His smile filled with both love and lust.
“That’s it,” he hummed. “Get that cunt nice and ready for me.”
You felt yourself getting closer and closer. “Darman, I…”
He simply nodded and smiled. He stepped forward and lazily rubbed his length on your tits. He enjoyed the soft sensation. You came, moaning out as waves of pleasure hit you.
As you came down from that high, you noticed his leaking cock and all you wanted was for that to be inside you, stretching you, filling you.
“I want you,” you said, still catching your breath.
“Show me how you want me to have you,” he said, kissing you. “How do you want me to take you, pretty girl?”
You looked around the room and kneeled on an armchair, facing the back of the chair and giving him complete access. There was a mirror along the wall, perfect for both of you to watch. You watched him position himself behind you, still mostly clothed. He held your hips steady and entered you fully. He groaned at the sensation of your wet heat taking him. You watched him in the mirror, but he was content to look down, watching his cock slide in and out of you. He caught a glimpse of you watching him in the mirror. He picked up the pace and reached forward to fondle your tits.
“So good for me,” he said. You could only softly moan in reply. You both got lost in the sensation of each other as you closed your eyes. All you could feel was him. You arched your back further, allowing him to go deeper. You opened your eyes and looked at him in the mirror. He looked back at you with a smile and gentle squeeze of each nipple.
“Need more,” he asked. You nodded and whimpered. He slowed down a bit and kissed you between your shoulder blades before removing one of his gloves with his teeth. He wrapped his arm around your waist, both holding you closer to him and allowing his fingers to play with your clit. He leaned forward and kissed your shoulder while taking you. It didn’t take long before you came hard. You weren’t sure what noises you were making. It was all a blur. Darman continued to work your body, eeking out every ounce of pleasure he could. You were still panting when he groaned and grunted, twitching inside you and painting your walls.
Your legs were shaking. Darman picked you up and laid you in bed. He lazily took off the rest of his armor and body glove, looking down at you adoringly the entire time.
“Oh, now you’re naked,” you said playfully as he joined you in bed.
He shrugged. “Thought I might see what it’s like to keep something on. As long as you didn’t mind.”
“I didn’t,” you replied softly. “I just wanted to be with you.”
“You have me,” he answered. “You always have.”
He pulled you closer into his arms and kissed your forehead. You closed your eyes and let your body melt against his.
Tagging: @staycalmandhugaclone @dukeoftheblackstar
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I'm sure someone else has done this, but
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