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The Bad Batch
Multi:
Top That!- One-shot
Explicit, g/n reader- Alcohol, slight somnophilia
Crosshair and Wrecker have a bet over who can make you cum the most.
Exile- One-shot
Teen, readers gender unspecified- fistfights, head injury
When you and the squad return to Kamino for Hunter, Crosshair realizes how close you’ve gotten to his brother.
Turning Red- one-shot
Safe, reader has periods and an IUD-
Omega gets her first period and the guys panic. (No pairings/platonic)
You and the sniper get into an argument about following orders, so you teach him a lesson about discipline.
1 2 3
An Art (w/fem anon) 🌶 ️
An Art (solo) 🌶️
Uncrossed Paths- one-shot
Explicit, female reader- smut with feelings, breakups
(Same Heart Alternate Timeline)
Echo decides to return to the 501st, and you go with him, but not before saying goodbye.
Going Back -multipart, ongoing
Explicit, g/n reader- post season one finale
(Entirely separate from Same Heart)
After leaving him behind on Kamino, you give in to your guilt and go back for Crosshair, the others be damned.
1 2 3 4 5
Rain - one-shot
Explicit, female reader- season three spoilers, makeouts, oral, sex outdoors
You and Crosshair find shelter from a storm on Pabu.
Blessed, cursed one shot
Safe, Tantiss, death, birth
Nail-biter headcanon
Damn Woman one shot(?)
Teen, blood, injuries, stitches, hypothermia
Set in the Same Heart timeline, between chapters 13 and 14. OC perspective. Early into her reassignment with Clone Force 99, Ionne Caresh and Crosshair partner for a mission that goes wrong.
The Game one shot
Explicit, alcohol, groping, rough sex, semi public sex, choking, possessiveness
Written as a companion piece to this post. You toy with the sniper at 79’s.
Wrecker grew up in the Bronx with his three brothers, the son of New Zealand immigrants, a few streets over from his older cousins Echo and Fives. He was conscripted into the Army in 1942 at eighteen and was quickly pulled into the Office of Strategic Services by Captain Rex. Alongside his brothers, he became an integral part of the 99th OSS Operational Group — the Bad Batch. His specialty among them is explosives, finding new and creative uses for each bomb in the arsenal.
Not long after being drafted, he was caught in a bad accident. It left scarring across the left side of his body, cost him the sight in his left eye, and took most of the hearing in his left ear.
Of the four brothers, Wrecker is the loudest and the hardest to miss. He is quick to laugh, quick to act, and genuinely fond of just about everyone he meets. While in active duty, he wrote to his younger sister Omega as much as he could, sending letters stuffed with small trinkets found on missions and drawings he’d made for her.
After the war, he took a job at the Copacabana as a bouncer, a perfect position for his large stature, and one that continues to keep his family close.
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Notes: TBB version with context is here. I had a few people who were interested in me doing the same for the 501st boys so here you go lol. Didn't want it to be too repetitive so I tried to find different things for most of them
Rex: Situational erectile dysfunction
Weeks of a recent, brutal campaign are still clinging to Rex, weighing down his mind even as he presses you into the mattress. He wants you desperately, but the stress of command refuses to leave him completely; his hands roam your body eagerly, his mouth pressing hot kisses to your neck, his hips grinding down against your thigh, but his cock remains soft.
With a frustrated grunt, Rex pulls back, resting his forehead against yours. "Kriff," he gasps. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I-- I can't. Again."
Your expression softens, and you gently push him to lie on his back. "It's okay," you murmur, straddling his hips and guiding his trembling hands to your waist. "I don't need you hard to make you feel good. Just…let me."
You press your lips to his in a deep, wet kiss, starting to grind down against his soft, leaking cock. Rex groans into your mouth, his grip tightening on your hips as the pressure to perform slowly melts away. You ride his hips in a slow, grinding rhythm, the friction coaxing heavy precum to drool from his cock against his own stomach.
"Maker…" he whimpers against your mouth, grinding his hips up to match your slow, rolling pace. His mind is going quiet, focused on the weight of your body against his. "More, baby. A little harder for me--"
You oblige, rolling your hips down harder and heavier. Rex's body goes rigid as his fingers dig into your waist and he starts to tremble. Finally, with a rough groan, his pelvis tilts upward as he cums hard, spurting thick and hot across his own stomach. You follow him soon after, a moan catching in your throat as you ride out your own orgasm.
You collapse onto his chest, and Rex wraps his arms around you tight. "I don't deserve you," he mumbles, nuzzling into your neck. "Maker, I'm so lucky. Thank you, baby."
Fives: Delayed ejaculation
Fives knows he's good in bed. He knows what he likes, he knows what you like, and he loves giving you pleasure, but his own body is…stubborn. He's been fucking into you for almost two hours, a pillow jammed beneath your hips for a better angle, his cock getting frustratingly sore despite not having cum yet. He's been switching positions and angles to get the perfect amount of friction, but it's not working. He hates worrying about wearing you out, and worse, hates the idea of you thinking it's because you're not good enough. So when he hears you whine beneath him, he grunts faintly and adjusts his weight so he can look at you.
"I know. I know, cyare," he pants, pressing a kiss to your lips. "You feel so kriffing good. So tight. I'm close, I promise I'm close, just a little more for me…" He pauses to adjust his hips with a groan, grinding his cock into you. "You can take a little more for me, yeah? You okay?"
You whine again, digging your fingers into his shoulders, but nod. "Y-yeah, I'm okay…but…sore…"
Fives exhales roughly, leaning down to kiss you again. "You wanna stop? Or you wanna cum one more time for me? Think you can do that?"
You nod weakly again, and Fives lets out a low groan of appreciation. "Knew it," he praises, picking up his rhythm again. "Clench for me. Come on, squeeze me, baby. Kriff-- yeah, just like that--"
He fucks into you hard, pressing his face into your neck as his breathing grows even more ragged. You gasp as your orgasm hits, writhing beneath him, and Fives moans loudly at the pressure.
"That's it…that's it, baby, exactly like that--" His words dissolve into a groan as his muscles lock up and he finally cums, his cock throbbing inside you as he pumps himself empty. He collapses against you, slick with sweat, panting heavily into your neck.
After a quiet moment, he shifts so he's not putting his full weight on you, and cups your face in his hand. "That was kriffing incredible," he whispers, kissing your forehead. "You okay? I didn't wear you out too much, did I?"
You let out a dazed, exhausted breath, tracing his damp shoulder. "…You did," you admit, nearly too tired to form words, but you smile up at him anyway. "…In the best way, though."
Kix: Low libido
Kix works so hard taking care of the 501st that often by the time he finally gets you alone his mind and body are completely drained. He desperately wants the intimacy, the closeness, but his libido often just…isn't really there. Tonight, it seems, is no different.
You're lying together in bed, his arms wrapped tightly around you, but there's clear tension in him. He keeps kissing your cheeks and temple, his hands sweeping over your back, but he hasn't made a move to take things further.
With a soft sigh, he pulls back slightly, looking a little guilty. "…You mind if we just stay like this tonight?" he asks, bring his hand up to brush his thumb over your cheek. "I know you were…probably expecting more. I'm sorry, love."
You lean into his touch, your expression softening. "Kix, this is perfect," you assure him, sliding your arms around his neck to pull him closer. "I just want you. This is more than enough."
Kix exhales, visibly relieved, and buries his face in the crook of your neck. "Can I do something for you?" he asks, one of his hands drifting down to your thigh. "I can at least make you feel good. Let me do that for you."
When you nod, he smiles faintly. Keeping you flush against his chest, he slides his hand between your thighs and down beneath the waist of your pants. "Close your eyes, baby," he coos against your ear.
He starts a slow rhythm, knowing exactly how to touch you to make you gasp. He pulls back a little to watch your face, captivated by the way your chest heaves and your fingers grip his shoulders. He doesn't need sex himself to feel completely connected to you; seeing you unravel in his hands is more than enough.
You whine, hiding your face in his chest as the pleasure builds, your hips rolling helplessly against his hand.
"That's it. Let it go," Kix murmurs encouragingly, kissing your temple, his pace increasing a little. "I've got you."
With a breathless cry, your orgasm hits you and your body arches against his. Kix holds you through the aftershocks, stroking you through it until you finally slump against him. Then he pulls his hand away and pulls you right back into his chest, tangling his legs with yours and kissing you sweet and slow. "Perfect," he mumbles. "Just perfect."
Jesse: Curved dick
Jesse wants nothing more than to be able to lose control and fuck you as hard as his body is constantly aching for, but he knows he needs to be careful. Every time he eases his cock inside you, he goes slower than he has to, doesn't sink as deep as he wants, worried that the odd angle will hurt you. He hates it, but accepts it.
Tonight, as he hovers over you with his jaw clenched, clearly holding himself back, you've had enough. You reach down, wrapping your fingers around his wrist, and tug his hand away from where he's bracing his weight.
"Jesse," you pant, looking up at him. "Stop holding back. Fuck me."
Jesse's breath hitches a little before he groans. "Don't…ugh, don't tempt me. Don't wanna hurt you. The way I'm shaped, I--"
You slide your hands up his chest, gripping his broad shoulders and pulling him down to press a hard, demanding kiss to his lips. "You won't," you mumble against his mouth, wrapping your thighs around his hips to pull him deeper inside you. "Wanna feel all of you. Please just fuck me. Hard."
Jesse shudders, pressing his hips into yours with a groan. He hesitates for just a second, trembling with restraint, but when he glances at your expression again, his control finally snaps. With a low growl, he pulls his hips back and then slams into you in a deep, rough thrust. You let out a breathless gasp, arching off the mattress, and Jesse moans. He finally starts to pound into you the way he's wanted forever.
"Kriff yes," he groans, straightening up so he can grip your thighs and push them back, driving himself deeper into you again and again. "You like that? You like how that feels, baby?"
You nod breathlessly, crying out as the curve of his cock hits you at just the right angle, filling you completely. "Yes--yes, Jesse, please," you whimper, tossing your head back on the pillow.
Jesse groans again, his rhythm turning a little frantic as you squeeze tightly around him. He holds himself back from cumming for as long as he can, but he can only take so much. With a final, desperate heave of his hips that buries him as deep as he can possibly go, his body locks up and his orgasm hits him.
He collapses over you, chest heaving, his face buried in your shoulder as he catches his breath. "Kriff," he mutters, turning his head to kiss your jaw. "Never holding back again."
Hardcase: Hypersexuality
Hardcase can be…a lot. He wants you constantly. His usual energy all seems to go straight to his cock the second he's alone with you, and he's ready to fuck you to exhaustion at nearly any chance he gets. Lately, though, you've noticed him pulling back. In fact, he's kept his hands to himself for nearly a week.
Tired of the space, you catch him alone one night, straddling his lap and pulling his hands to rest firmly on your hips. "You've been ignoring me," you pout, wrapping your arms around his neck. "What's going on, Hardcase?"
Hardcase snorts at your pout, a smile tugging at his mouth even as his shoulders tense a little. "Just don't wanna be a menace," he says lightly, but you can hear the little bit of insecurity in his tone. "I'm always on you. Don't wanna...wear you out, or make you think that…you know…that's all I want."
You give him a flat look, rocking your hips down against his. "If I wanted less, I'd tell you," you murmur, leaning in close. "I love how much you want me. You could never wear me out."
His eyes widen a little, his breathing picking up slightly. His hands tighten on your hips as he rocks up against you a little with a groan. "You sure? It's been a while. Not gonna be able to go easy on you."
"Don't you dare go easy." You slide off his lap, instead lying back and parting your thighs in invitation. Hardcase groans and drops between your legs instantly, yanking off your clothes. He buries his face in your crotch, his lips and tongue moving over you ravenously.
"Kriff," he moans against you, breathing your scent deep. "You taste so kriffing good. Missed this so much."
His hands dig into your hips, pinning you to the sheets as he sucks and licks at you like he's starving for it. He doesn't pace himself, and he doesn't stop. He can go for hours, and now that he knows you really, really want that? He fully intends to do this until neither of you can physically move.
Tup: Performance anxiety
Tup's mind is his own worse enemy sometimes. He's attempting to fuck you from behind, his hands digging into your hips, but his mind is spinning. Is he holding your hips too tight? Is this angle weird? Is he taking too long? Kriff, he's certain he's taking too long. The pressure to perform is so loud that his cock won't stay hard. It slips out, and with a miserable sigh, he slumps against your back.
"I'm sorry," he mumbles, pressing an apologetic kiss to your shoulder blade. "It…it won't stay hard. I don't know what's wrong with me."
You turn around and sit back on your heels, cupping his face and smoothing out the crease of worry between his brows. "Tup, nothing's wrong with you," you murmur soothingly. "Look. Why don't you let me take care of you tonight?"
You guide him onto his back, settling between his thighs. Tup tenses as your hand wraps around his semi-hard cock. "You don't have to," he stammers, nervous again. "I feel bad--"
"Shhh." You lean down and drag your tongue up the length of his cock. "Just relax for me."
Tup gasps softly, his hips twitching as you take his tip in your mouth and swirl your tongue over the sensitive head. The anxiety is still there, though: what if he can't get hard for this? Does he look-- oh, Maker, he probably looks bad from this angle. He tips his head back to stare at the ceiling, folding his arms over his stomach and swallowing hard.
You notice his stiff posture, gently pulling his arms away from his stomach and tangling one of his hands with yours. "Close your eyes, baby. Just try to feel it."
You take him into your mouth again, sucking gently while your free hand strokes his base. The warm, wet friction slowly does its work: he starts to thicken and harden fully against your tongue. You hum in approval, swallowing him deeper and sucking harder.
Tup groans, his mind finally going fuzzy, his hips rocking into your mouth in needy, involuntary thrusts. "Stars…that feels…" You pick up the pace a little, and he moans. "Kriff, I'm gonna--"
He gasps, his knuckles turning white as he squeezes your hand. With a choked moan, he arches off the mattress, shuddering violently as he cums thick and hot down your throat. As you swallow every drop, his eyes go wide. He pulls you up his body, wrapping you tight in his arms and kissing you deeply, tasting himself on your lips. "You didn't have to do that," he mumbles against your mouth. "But, Force, it felt so good. Thank you."
Dogma: Premature ejaculation/inexperience
Dogma is hovering over you, jaw clenched, trying to project a dominance he simply doesn't have. He lines the head of his aching cock up against your entrance, swallowing hard as he tries to press in for the fifth time. But once again, his body goes rigid and he stops, breathing shakily, just the sensation of being pressed against you too much for him to handle.
"Dogma, please," you breathe, tilting your hips up for him, but he shakes his head jerkily, his face completely flushed.
"Wait. Just…hold on," he mumbles, his voice cracking a little. He tries again, guiding his tip back to your opening, but as he pushes in just a little and he feels your warmth squeezing him, his whole body shudders. He pulls out fast with a frustrated groan. "Kriff…I can't. I'm going to--"
You reach up to grip his shoulders, gently pushing him onto his back. "Here. Just let me," you soothe.
Dogma's eyes go wide as you straddle his thighs. You wrap your hand around his throbbing, leaking cock, guiding him to your entrance. He gasps, his hands shooting up to grip your waist, his fingers trembling against your skin as he watches you slowly lower yourself. The second his sensitive tip catches fully on your entrance, he chokes.
You try to slide down, but before you can even take an inch of him, Dogma's body is arching violently off the mattress. His nails dig into your hips as he gasps loudly, his climax hitting him embarrassingly fast. His cock pulses as thick, erratic spurts of cum spill from him, flooding the outside of your heat and dripping down between your thighs.
He collapses back, face burning with mortification as he drapes an arm over his eyes. "I-- I'm sorry," he stammers. "It was supposed to be…I was supposed to…"
You gently pull his arm away, leaning down to kiss his flushed cheek. "It's okay. No one's perfect on their first try," you whisper. "Besides…we have all night to try again."
I’m not sure how to phrase this but can you do reader helping the bb through different sexual insecurities? like maybe one has ed, maybe one has a small dick, that kind of thing? I’m so sorry if this doesn’t make sense 😭 thank you in advance
TBB x gn reader: sexual insecurities
Warnings: NSFW 18+
Notes: Ooooh now THIS is my shit. Thank you anon. I like this.
Hunter: Premature ejaculation
Hunter tries to hold back, he really does, but the second he's buried inside you, his whole body is locking up. The sheer sensory overload has him totally overwhelmed. Every squeeze of your walls around his cock, your fingers digging into his skin, your soft gasp as he bottoms out…it's all too much. He's gasping through gritted teeth already, his entire body shaking. He manages only three deep, heavy thrusts before he groans and you feel warmth flooding you, his cock twitching hard as he spills into you in thick ropes.
He freezes, panting hard, before he drops his forehead against your shoulder. "Damn it," he mutters, his voice raw. "Kriff. I--I came. I'm sorry."
You're panting softly beneath him, your hands still gripping his arms, but when you feel him shift as if to pull out, you wrap your legs around his waist to trap him inside you.
"Hey, no. Look at me," you whisper, trailing your hands up to gentle cradle his face and guide him to look at you. "It's okay. You feel amazing. Stay right here."
He huffs faintly, allowing you to guide his head up. His eyes flick over your face, still a little unfocused from his release. "Of course you'd be sweet about this," he mutters gruffly, a fond edge to his tone. "I barely lasted 15 seconds, mesh'la. You don't have to be happy about it."
You smile softly, gentle stroking his hair away from his face. "I'm just saying you don't have to apologize for wanting me that much," you whisper back, just slightly teasingly. "It's okay, Hunter. Besides…we have all night."
He groans faintly, leaning down to press his forehead against yours, all the remaining tension draining out of him. "All night, huh?" he mumbles, tilting his head to brush his lips against yours. "Don't tempt me."
Tech: Small dick
The analytical side of Tech's brain rarely shuts off, but with his back pressed against the wall and your hands roaming over his body, all of his usual logical thinking is out the window. You're kissing him deep and messy, leaving you both breathless. Your chest presses hard against his and your hand slides down his chest, past his waist, and then finally settles over the bulge in his pants, but Tech suddenly stiffens.
He pulls his lips from yours, his breathing ragged, his hand coming down to gently but firmly catch your wrist.
"Wait," he manages, his voice tighter than usual. His eyes dart nervously over your face. "I--for the sake of…managing expectations, I should--I should inform you that I, ah--" He cuts himself off, swallowing hard before continuing. "I am…significantly below the standard average. If…if that is a….deterrent, then--"
"Tech." You interrupt him quietly, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to his jawline before looking him in the eye again. "I don't care. I want you."
Tech's shoulders drop a little and he releases your wrist, allowing you to slowly pull his pants down enough to free his cock. He's fully erect, small and twitching, and you don't hesitate to wrap your fingers around him and give him a slow stroke.
Tech lets out a soft gasp, his head tilting back against the wall. His fingers dig into your hips as you find a rhythm, pumping his cock in your palm, your thumb rubbing over the sensitive head.
"See? Perfect fit," you whisper against his neck, pressing closer to him. "You're so perfect, Tech. Look how hard you are for me."
Tech moans shakily, his eyes squeezing shut as you increase your pace a little. He tries to say something else but seems unable to find words for once, instead tipping his head forward to catch your lips with his again. He gasps against your mouth as your other hand comes down to cup his balls, squeezing gently.
"Ah--yes. Yes, d-don't stop--" he chokes against your lips, his hips stuttering forward against your palm.
You smile against his mouth, still keeping a steady pace. You praise him, telling him exactly how pretty his dick looks in your hand, how perfectly it fits, until his breath turns into short, desperate hitches. He jerks hard in your grip, his thighs shaking, and then he's cumming, spurting thick, hot cum all over your fingers with a rough, shaky moan.
Wrecker: Hyperspermia
Poor Wrecker is usually so careful with his size, but once he's buried deep inside you, he's just so pent-up and you squeeze him so tightly that he doesn't know how to stop. He braces himself on his elbows over you, careful not to crush you with his weight as he fucks you, even when his body locks up and his cock pulses deep inside you. He spills into you over and over, thick ropes of cum flooding you completely until you're overflowing. It's messy, the heavy streams dripping out of you and onto the sheets beneath you, but his body won't stop. He groans low in his chest, an almost desperate sound, because it's still not enough.
"Ah, kriff," Wrecker pants, his face buried in your neck, his massive frame shaking as another wave hits him. He thrusts again, a jerky, desperate shove that stuffs you full all over again, forcing more of his cum to gush out between your legs. "'M sorry…'m so sorry…making such a mess of you. It's too much, I know it is."
You're almost dazed beneath him, gasping at the stretch of him, at the warmth of his release inside you, at the wet heat pooling beneath you. You don't speak for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts, and you squeeze your thighs tighter around his hips.
"Don't apologize," you finally pant out, tilting your head to press your lips to his temple. "I love it. Maker, I love it, Wrecker. Give it all to me."
He groans roughly at the praise, his hips stuttering forward as his cock twitches hard inside you all over again. "You're kriffing perfect," he whimpers, lifting his head to press a messy kiss to your lips. "Hold on, baby. I still have more for you."
Crosshair: Inexperience
Crosshair would absolutely never admit it, but he doesn't actually know what he's doing here, and the fear of failing makes him even sharper than usual. To compensate for his lack of experience, he buries his head between your legs, determined to hide his hesitation by focusing entirely on your pleasure.
He's a little tense at first, his tongue and fingers tentative as he tries to find a rhythm, but he's a fast learner. Within minutes, he finds exactly what makes you gasp, and he realizes that he absolutely fucking loves the control. He gets good fast. He's licking and sucking with a sudden almost vicious confidence, his fingers working you over until you're a writhing, panting mess on the sheets.
You catch onto the shift, that initial stiffness that gave away his inexperience no matter how hard he'd tried to hide it, followed by that sudden confidence.
"Oh, Crosshair…" you moan, your hand coming down to the back of his head to pull him closer. "Right there…kriff, you're so good at this. Taking such good care of me."
He pauses for a second, his body freezing at the praise. He lets out a low grumble against your sensitive skin, trying to sound annoyed. "Shut up," he mutters, his voice raspy. "Just take it."
Then he dives back in, the praise apparently making him even more determined to perform the best he possibly can. He pushes your legs further apart, his mouth working over you almost greedily. His hips are shifting against the mattress now, grinding against it like he just can't help himself. Every sob and shaky breath you make thrills him even more, and by the time you cum, he's flushed and panting and almost as much of a mess as you.
"Again," he mutters, giving your thigh a little nip to get your attention again. "I'm not nearly done with you."
Echo: Erectile dysfunction
Echo's heart is hammering in his chest, but not for the right reason. No matter how deeply you kiss him, how much you grind against him, how much he wants you, his cock remains limp against his thigh, wet with precum that shows just how desperate he is for you, but refusing to harden. His body simply won't cooperate, and the frustration is eating him alive.
He gently pushes at your shoulders, pulling back with a pained, apologetic look in his eyes. "Hey--just wait," he breathes. "It's not working. I'm sorry. It's not you, okay? I swear it's not you, you look incredible, you feel amazing…it's just my body. It's not your fault at all."
Your expression softens with sympathy. "I know, Echo. It's okay," you whisper, refusing to let him pull away. Instead, you slide down his body, settling between his thighs instead.
He tenses, halfway to protesting, but then you take his soft, leaking cock in your hand and guide it to your lips. You look up at him, reassuring him with your eyes as you press a kiss to the underside. Then, you slide your mouth over him.
Echo groans, his hand coming down to gently stroke your hair. You suck him deep and wet, swirling your tongue over the sensitive head, treating his limp cock with the exact same hunger as if he were rock hard. It's almost torture for him; he's so intensely turned on that it hurts, his hips twitching with the desperate urge to thrust into your mouth, but he can't. He can't fuck you the way he wants to, and the mix of frustration and overwhelming pleasure almost makes him whimper.
"Maker…please…." he rasps, tilting his head back, tangling his hand in your hair. "Thank you. Thank you, you feel so good, you--oh, stars, you--" He cuts himself off with another moan, your mouth hot and tight around him, working him over until he's finally coaxed to semi-hardness. It's just enough. He jerks up into your mouth hard, letting out a shaky gasp. "I--baby, I'm gonna--"
You just suck harder, and he groans as he cums into your mouth, spurting thick ropes into your throat, his body trembling violently as you swallow every drop and suck him clean.
I love your writing so much!! I was wondering if you could do the clones reacting to you starting to cry when they were scolding you about something!!
I literally live for your headcanons btw they’re so fire
clone characters scolding you for being reckless on a mission, but they accidentally make you cry (my headcanons)
a/n: oh i loveeee crybaby shit like this THANK U ANON 🔥 hope it’s ok that i took a mini creative liberty w the scenario
gn reader
warnings: hurtcomfort
“i’m sorry,” you sniffle, “i was just trying to help…”
hunter cups your face, his stern gaze softening at the sight of your tears. “i know you were…” he whispers, his thumbs slowly swiping at your wet cheeks. he pulls your face close and kisses the top of your head hard and slow, letting the pressure linger against your skin before he draws away with a heavy sigh. “just thought i lost you for a second there,” he murmurs, “i’m sorry.”
tech blinks at you in surprise, not expecting to upset you this badly. “i’m well aware of what you were trying to do,” he says quietly, tilting your face up with his fingertip. you stare at him sadly as he continues, “but it wouldn’t have been worth anything had you hurt yourself…” he swallows hard, gently brushing his touch over the tears wetting your face. “or worse.”
wrecker immediately crouches down to your height, hating to see you like this. “fuck, baby, please don’t cry—i didn’t scare you, did i?” he feels his heart sink when you try to push him away, which just makes him pull you even closer, hugging you into the warmth of his chest. he strokes the back of your head and mumbles, “i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have raised my voice…”
crosshair sighs and unfolds his arms from his chest. he’s quiet as he cups the back of your head and lets you cry, patting down gently in his dry but soft way of comforting. “it’s nothin’ to cry about,” he mutters. you shake your head and bury yourself deeper into his arms. he releases another breath and presses his lips to your temple. “you’re making me feel bad…”
echo knows you’re crying because you’re worried that he’s angry with you. “hey, it’s okay…” he whispers, running a hand down the side of your face. you frown at him as he cups your cheek, pressing his thumb into a stray tear. “we’re okay,” he promises you and kisses the dampening spot under your eye. “i just don’t want you to scare me like that ever again, alright?”
wolffe hardens his gaze, trying not to fold at your tears because he takes these conversations seriously, even if it means being a little scary. his touch is rough as he wipes your tears away, murmuring, “you know crying isn’t gonna get you out of this…” he’s hard on you because he wants to keep you safe. you nod and swallow your tears, taking deep gulps of air. “that’s it, just breathe…” he says softly, “look at me and tell me that you understand.” you listen to him, shakily whimpering, “i understand.” his eyes soften, and he pulls you into a tight hug, slowly running his hands down your back in reassurance.
fox grips the sides of your face, sinking his fingers into your hair as he brings your foreheads together. you’re forced to meet his gaze when he asks, “you think almost getting yourself killed is helping me?” he tilts his head slightly at your silence. you shake your head, weakly whispering, “no…” and he nods, kissing you fiercely. “don’t cry, baby, i’m not mad at you…”
cody shakes his head at himself like he knows he fucked up. “and i’m just trying to protect you,” he replies, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks into your eyes. you take a shaky breath and whimper, “i know…” while rubbing away the tears welling up. his fingers curl around your wrists gently to pry them away before he kisses your palm and hugs you close.
mayday opens his arms up and murmurs, “come here,” softly shushing you when you walk yourself into his warm embrace. he kisses the top of your head as you tremble through your guilty cries. “mm, i was a little harsh, wasn’t i?” he says in a low voice, pulling back to cup your face. you hiccup slightly and try to form a response while he looks at you tenderly, also guilty.
rex catches a singular tear roll down your cheek with the crook of his finger before cupping the side of your face gently. “don’t be sorry, i know where your heart’s at.” he kisses your forehead and wraps his arm around your shoulder at the same time, pulling you close to whisper in your ear, “just let me handle it next time, yeah? no reason to put yourself at risk like that.”
fives curses under his breath and slides a hand down his face, inhaling a deep breath to remind himself not to raise his voice at you. he realizes he let his concern for you carry himself away, so he softens his tone when he whispers, “it’s okay, baby, just promise me you won’t do it again.” he hugs you tight and buries his face into your shoulder. “it’s not worth the risk.”
kix wipes a lingering blood stain off your face and brushes away sone tears in the process, his heart heavy like his frown. “and i almost lost you,” he whispers, leaning down to press your foreheads together. his eyes flutter shut as he takes a deep breath, grounding himself in your touch. “i’m sorry for scaring you, i just—” he swallows hard. “i was scared, too.”
jesse shuts himself up immediately when he sees you cry, suddenly hesitant to touch you as his hands hover around your trembling frame. “i’m sorry, baby, i didn’t mean…” he winces, pressing his hands down on your shoulder blades to cradle you in a tentative embrace. “fuck, i’m so sorry,” he murmurs, stroking your hair. “it’s my fault for not being more careful…”
hardcase blinks at you in surprise—he’s never made you cry before. he didn’t think he could intimidate you like that, but he remembers your sensitivity. his arm comes around your shoulder from the side as he leans in close, trying to get you to look at him. “hey, that’s alright, as long as you’re not hurt.” he kisses your forehead and grins. “you leave that part to me.”
gregor kisses your tears away, his lips softly pressing to your cheek a few times. his arms circle your waist as he smiles down at you reassuringly and says, “you’re always helping me; i don’t know what i’d do without you.” then he kisses the top of your head before resting his chin on that spot, exhaling a deep breath. “and i don’t want to know, okay?” he says quietly.
howzer is aware that his angry tone can scare you sometimes, especially when he’s talking about something as serious as your safety. he purses his lips together in a slight grimace, silently berating himself for pushing your boundaries. he cups your face gently and tilts upward, softly murmuring, “you can help by staying out of trouble. i can’t lose you, too, alright?”
emerie casts her gaze down, her voice quiet when she tells you, “you just worried me instead…” she glances back up and meets your gaze. you swear her own eyes are watering, too, but she doesn’t let herself break while you’re already sniffling. she reaches for you, lacing your fingers together as she brings your knuckles to her lips and kisses you softly. “i’m sorry, too.”
my clone headcanons: brat tamer vs. brat (or both?)
a/n: im so dumb and accidentally deleted a draft to a brat tamer ask but hopefully whoever sent it sees this 😭 i'm so sorry i'm an idiot ... what happens when ur overworked and underfucked 🤬🤬🤬
fem reader
warnings: bdsm themes, sexual content
hunter
brat tamer. he knows his way around the fun of disobedience, a familiar game that’s given him the reputation he upholds. his enhanced senses allow him to hear all the little things you mutter under your breath when you think he’s not listening, but he always is, and he makes you regret it later. “you still talkin’ back to me?” he rasps, hovering over you with a cocky smirk as he rolls his hips into yours, his smile widening at the sound of your sharp gasp and the feeling of your nails sinking into his back muscles. “mm, yeah, i thought so…” he murmurs softly.
tech
both; more of a brat. he can fuck you into admitting you were wrong, but his smart mouth can only get him so far, suddenly at a loss for words when you ride him into a needy, pathetic mess. you slide down on his erection as he squeezes your hips with his head thrown back and his breath shaking in broken, hissing pants. “oh, you’re close, aren’t you?” you tease. he whimpers quietly and swallows hard, his round brown eyes blinking up at you. “don’t play dumb now, and i might let you cum,” you murmur, gently stroking the side of his pretty face.
wrecker
both. his brat taming side is like poking the bear. he doesn’t always feel the need to put you in your place, but he reminds you where all that hungry power can go when he catches some of your attitude. he fucks you hard against the wall, ignoring how it shakes from the pressure of your joined weight, his thick, heavy length stretching out your sore and swollen pussy. you wrap your legs around his waist and moan in pleasure, pushing him inside you closer and deeper. “oh, you like that, huh?” he growls low, “you like making me fuckin’ mad, mhm…”
crosshair
both; more of a brat tamer. his attitude is insufferably bratty on the daily, which is exactly why he loves whenever you mouth off to him. he smirks at you like you’re just a cute little thing trying to get his attention, and this is the same expression he wears as he pins your wrists above your head, fucking your tight hole until you’re a begging, dripping mess around his cock. “please, crosshair—fuck, i need you,” you moan, bucking your hips to meet his thrusts. he snickers under his breath at your desperation. “hmm, not quite good enough.”
echo
brat tamer. he runs a strict program despite being the sweetest soul ever. “fuck, echo, i’m sorry…” you moan, desperately grabbing at his backside as he teases his cock into you slowly, staring at you through every inch you take. “oh, i know you are,” he murmurs in a low voice, leaning down to kiss your forehead. you whimper and tilt your chin up at him, trying to catch his darkening gaze. his lips linger on your skin before pulling back, gently kissing down the side of your face as he whispers, “i just have to make sure it won’t happen again.”
wolffe
BRAT. TAMER. he literally invented the sport. he handles your attitude with a firm grip on your ass and his mean cock bullying you into the bed from behind, fucking you roughly as you sob against the pillows cushioning your body. “mmpf—i’m sorry, wolffe,” you moan. “aww, you’re sorry, huh?” he mocks, slapping your ass to get your back arching properly, joining your slick, sweaty bodies at a deeper angle. you nod desperately, feeling his lips graze your ear as he leans over you, groaning softly when you squeeze him with a mess dripping down your thighs. “oh, baby, i’m sorry, too,” he whispers sarcastically, “…’cause you’re not getting let off that easy…”
fox
brat tamer who needs to be tamed. your thighs burn from exhaustion as you ride his cock, bouncing up and down to please him. you whimper when his hand comes down on your ass with a hard slap, and he grunts, “harder, baby, c’mon,” squeezing a rough fistful of your soft, plush skin. he watches your pouty face through his heavy-lidded stare, murmuring, “look at you—can’t even fuck me right and you’re mouthin’ off to me like a brat…” you let out a breathy, “please, i’m sorry…” as he cups the back of your head and strokes your hair, his touch gentle but his tone stern. “please, sir,” he corrects you.
cody
brat tamer. he pretends to forgive you and makes you think you’re finally going to get what you want when you feel him fuck into you deeper and harder, exactly what you begged for. “oh, yes, cody, don’t stop,” you gasp, your legs draped over his shoulders as you dig your heels into his backside. your back arches when you moan, “fuck, i’m close…” giving him free ammunition to tease you more. he chuckles under his breath and kisses your ankle, whispering, “better not push your luck, baby…” and flips your body on top of his. “still have to earn it.”
mayday
brat tamer. his dominance is always soft but stern, teaching you a lesson when your attitude is left unchecked for too long. his hard body pins you to the wall from behind as his cock slides into you slowly to get you squirming in his hold. you feel the tickle of his rough beard against your ear as he whispers, “you think that behavior’s gonna get you what you want?” you smile at him over your shoulder. “you’re fucking me, aren’t you?” you tease back, gasping when his hand comes around your jaw. “oh, i’ve barely done anything yet, sweetheart…”
rex
both. he likes being put in his place every now and then, but he takes charge to handle your attitude, too, wrapping an arm around your neck in a headlock as he fucks you from behind. his body towers over yours, and he speaks low in your ear when he whispers, “you just have me alllll figured out, huh? pissin’ me off to get my attention…” you bury your face against his bicep and muffle your moans, but he grabs your jaw to pull your face back up, forcing your humiliatingly desperate noises out into the air. “c’mon, baby, let’s hear that smart mouth…”
fives
both. he can be a bratty little shit just to get your attention, but he also loves your attitude; the word “tame” wouldn’t be accurate when it comes to him because he doesn’t want the brat in you to go away. if anything, he pushes you to give him your worst, because he just eats it right up, grinning as he snaps his hips against yours and drives his cock right into your sweet spot. “eyes on me, baby,” he says in a low voice, grabbing your face to lock your gazes together. he smirks at your responding glare and murmurs, “mm, yeah, there we go.”
kix
brat tamer. a little unexpected because he’s so gentle with you, but his patience eventually snaps. “c’mon, baby, where’d all that attitude go?” he teases softly, kissing a warm path down your neck as you squirm underneath him, gasping at the way his fingers spread your pussy open and press down on your pulsing clit. “quit teasin’ and fuck me, kix,” you whine, and he chuckles at this, shaking his head. “there she is, my pretty girl,” he murmurs, stretching you out with his fingers to get you wet and ready for him, intentionally taking his sweet time.
jesse
brat. he’s your hotheaded little troublemaker, and you’re the only one who can rein him in. “i’m sorry, baby,” he mumbles, pressing his face into your chest as he circles his biceps around your body. “please—please let me cum,” he chokes out. you stroke the back of his neck, kissing his temple softly in reassurance. he groans at the feeling of being so close yet so far, his pre-cum leaking out of his tip. “you’re gonna make it up to me, right?” you whisper, tilting his face up with your finger. he stares up at you, his eyes innocently round and trusting.
hardcase
brat. he pushes your buttons like crazy, constantly rage baiting you into teaching him a lesson. his cheeky little grin when he says things like, “oh, yeah? what are you gonna do about it?” slowly fades as you fuck yourself onto his cock, using him for your pleasure until he learns a thing or two about manners. his lips are parted in hoarse groans, spreading wide in amusement when he hears you moan, your pussy clenching around him so hard that he sees stars. “fuck, i’m close,” he pants hard. you slow down at this and whisper, “i didn’t say you could cum.”
gregor
brat. he knows better than to talk back to you—the type of guy who “jokes” that he’s scared of his girl, but he loves that little glare you give him; the pointed look combined with a warning to behave. “make me,” he says, pretending you have him all under control as you hold his body down with your legs straddling his middle. you rock your hips against his erection, teasing breathless groans from his smirk before he grabs your thighs and turns your bodies over, pinning you under him. “oh, baby, you’re gonna have to do better than that…” he chuckles.
howzer
brat tamer. he goes on for rounds and rounds until he’s satisfied that you’ve learned your lesson, making you count to a certain number as he fucks you dumb—maybe the amount of times you mouthed off to him throughout the day. and you have to get it right if you want to cum. “nope, start over,” he tsks when you mess up, whimpering through the rough strokes of his cock moving inside of you. “howzer—i can’t—” you gasp, “oh, i’m sorry, please…” but he just isn’t quite finished with you. he lowers his mouth right above yours. “i said, start. over.”
emerie
both. she loves punishing you with toys, whether she’s using them on you and withholding your orgasm or forcing you to watch her use it on herself, tormenting you with the challenge that you’re not allowed to touch her. her bratty side comes out when she’s giving you the silent treatment for something, purposefully trying to get your attention—and it works. she hides her smile as you hold her hips from behind and kiss down her neck, whispering, “still ignoring me?” your hand traveling beneath her waistband to touch her teasingly gentle.
Summary: Rex was struggling with his age and appearance and the reader tenderly shows him it's not a problem.
Word count: 1.8k
Warnings: Age difference, comfort smut, oral (m!receiving), praise kink, riding, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it irl), gn! Reader, no mention of specific body parts. A little bit of angst.
A/n: Hi, someone requested comfort smut with our lovely captain and here it is, I hope you don't mind I made it rebels (I'm a sucker for rebels Rex). Sorry it took me so long to post, I'm still learning how to write smut so yeah... I hope you like it.
The room was slowly starting to fill with the tiny gasp and whimpers that you and the Captain were making. Half naked on the bed, Rex and you enjoyed some make out season.
His hands roamed your body on top of him, making the warmth in your body grow with each new touch. However, you felt something was wrong.
You could tell by the way he was kissing you, distant, like if his mind was in another place. You could feel it by the way his hands touched you, almost hesitating, doubting his every move, not his usual demeanor when it came to you.
Something was definitely off.
“Rex, what's wrong?” You finally asked, already looking for his hazel eyes, Rex avoiding yours.”You feel… distant” you said.
“Nothing,” he lied, “I’m just tired, that’s all.”
Captain Rex was many things, but he wasn’t a pretty good liar. Used to a life of being straightforward and honest, lying was an art he never mastered.
An interrogator droid wouldn’t need to use truth serum on him, only by the sound of his voice it would know he was lying.
And you… you knew him well enough
“Rex.” you called softly. “You know you can tell me.”
He went silent. His eyes never met yours but even so, you could tell he was thinking, measuring his words before even pronouncing them. You stood there, laying on top of him, gently caressing his chest, encouraging him, yet giving him the time and space he needed.
After a pause, he left out a defeated sigh.
“Why me?” He questioned, finally looking at you. His eyes, for once, filled with both doubt and sadness, not the usual confident look on them.
“What do you mean?” you mumbled.
“Why did you choose to be with me? I mean you are young, smart, brave, not to mention gorgeous,and well, I am old and my body is not what it used to be” Rex said, a strange tone in his voice. He stopped for a moment before continuing, but this time in a lower tone, almost as if he didn’t want to say those words out loud “You could be better off with someone else.”
His eyes avoided you once again
Oh. So that’s what this was all about.
Rex doubted, not of you, of course, but of himself. He doubted he was the one you should be with, especially since there were so many other men in the rebellion, more handsome, funnier, maybe smarter, but most important, they were younger than him.
And even when you always told him how much you loved him, Rex couldn’t stop thinking maybe you needed someone else… someone your age.
But there was no way you would do that. Of course there were other guys but they weren’t Rex, no one was as strong as him, as sweet, as fun. No one else could make you feel as loved as the captain did and you had never loved someone as much as you loved your beloved Rex.
And now, he looked so helpless, so insecure, not the usual confident soldier he was. You hated to see him like this.
Gently, you took his face between your hands and softly pulled him to look at you.
“I don't want someone else,” you assured him, “ I want you Rex. None of that matters to me, I love every single thing about you.”
You wanted to reassure him you would never change him, tell him how much you loved him… show him just how much he meant to you. And you knew exactly how you would do it.
"You are perfect, Rex." you reassured him before capturing his lips on a soft kiss. “So perfect,” you said, moving to place a kiss on his bearded cheek, then one on his jaw followed by a little whisper on his ear, “I'm gonna show you just how perfect you are.” and with that you continued to place your lips on his neck, then his shoulder, slowly making your way down his body.
Leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses all along his broad chest and down his abdomen, kissing every single scar that adorned his tanned skin, making sure to show him just how much you adored him.
You couldn’t help but smile at the shaky breath that escaped from his lips when you started to move further down.
"Cyare-" he hissed, when you reached his already hardening cock. With a swift yet gentle move, his hand found your cheek and stopped you, prompting you to look at him. “You don’t have to.” he started but was cut off by your hand gently stroking him, a little moan escaping his throat.
"Shh, let me take care of you, love." you cooed, looking back at him through heavy eyelashes. Making his heart skip a beat and his cock twitch in your hand. Maker, he was certain you were going to be the death of him if you kept looking at him like that.
After an approval nod from the soldier you slowly started to lick the sides and tip of his cock before enveloping him with your mouth.
“Osik-” he cursed and throwed his head back, enjoying the feeling of your wet hot mouth around him.
You wanted to make him feel just how much you loved him, you wanted to make him feel good and worship his whole body.
You made sure to show him how much he meant to you with every lick and every twist of your tongue, making him groan with every bob of your head. Soon the captain was at your mercy as you started to move faster, his hands instantly falling to your hair, keeping you in place as you continued to work him. It didn't take long for him to start bucking his hips up, loud moans and groans echoed through the room as a signal of his release getting closer and closer.
He called out your name when he came, eyes closed in pure bliss, throwing his head back on the pillow and spilling his seed on your throat with a loud grunt. Proud of your work, you did your best to swallow every drop before getting him out of your mouth.
"Damn it, cyar'ika." Rex panted, trying to catch his breath after the pleasure you just gave him. Looking down, he found you laying your head on his belly, a faint tone of pink painting your cheeks.
A mischievous grin curved the Capitan's lips, a hidden plan on them. You knew that smirk just too damn well, you knew he was plotting his next move.
“C´me here,” he commanded softly and he guided you to lay on top of him, your legs on each side of his hips. The captain caressed the side of your face with one of his large hands, taking a moment to admire your features before pulling you in for a passionate kiss. He could taste himself in your tongue, but he didn't mind. As he continued to deepen the kiss his other hand traveled and caressed your naked body, pulling you closer and closer to him. You could feel him pressing against you, hard and wet for both your saliva and his cum.
"You are too good to me. I don't deserve it", he told you.
"Yes, you do, my love", you assured him, placing a kiss on his lips before gently pushing yourself up so you could have a better look of him, "You deserve the world, the stars, hell… you deserve the whole galaxy."
And if words would not convince him maybe your actions would.
Slowly, you lowered your hips down until you met his hard cock and slowly guided it to your entrance. The feeling of his cock sinking inside you made you close your eyes and curse as you tried to relax and take him full, the captain proudly chuckled beneath you.
Once you adjusted, you slowly started to move your hips back and forward, keeping a nice and steady rhythm, making you both moan at the pleasant sensation.
Stars, he looked gorgeous like this, sweat glistening across his tanned skin with a soft shade of pink dancing over it. Looking up at you with those beautiful amber eyes. He was a sight for sore eyes. And you wanted him to know, wanted him to see himself the way you saw him: perfect.
"Look at you Rex, beautiful..”, you praised as you continued to rock your hips, “Fuck, you look so gorgeous…", your voice full of lust and appreciation as you started to pick up the pace, moaning as the captain beneath you throw his head back in pleasure once again, "So good, you make me feel so good.”
And with that the captain groaned loudly before he grabbed your hips and thrust upwards, hard. Something about telling him how good he was had always seemed to make Rex go wild, and tonight was no exception.
"You are killing me, cyare." He said pulling you closer and finally taking some control after letting you take care of him.
His grip on your waist tightened as he began to guide you, urging you to go faster, thrusting his hips up with precision and skill that had you seeing stars in a second. You pressed your hands flat against his chest for leverage, speeding up the roll of your hips as you both chased your release. Filling the room with the sounds of your combined ecstasy.
Both stayed quiet while you calmed down, letting out small breaths and sighs, foreheads pressed together and eyes closed. After a moment your beloved captain guided you to lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, his arms carefully enveloped your frame, keeping you close. A content humm escaped Rex's throat as he watched you get comfortable in his embrace. You stayed like this for a time, simply enjoying having each other close.
"What did I do to deserve you?" He finally mumbled once you caught your breaths, placing a small kiss on your forehead. You only chuckled a bit, looking up at him from your place, taking a second to stare directly into his beautiful amber eyes, before you spoke in the sweetest tone he had ever heard.
“I love you, Rex.”, you reassured him, “Nothing’s ever gonna change that.”, you promised him and placed a soft kiss on his lips before cuddling back into his chest. And as you both slowly drifted into sleepiness, he felt the luckiest man in the galaxy for having you by his side.
🦉 Owl Squad at their first field mission campfire 🔥 Slowly getting comfortable with each other. Some easier than others 😹
Text: *texting*
Cdr. Eo: Oh... uh-huh... okay... oh, wow... uhm, alright...
Sgt. Sixoh: (This Commander is quite patient. Yet...)
Source: (We need a new medic. This one is broken)
Forest: (Fire is good. Vode are good. Commander is good. Source is about to explode. Perfection)
Voice: (Thanks Maker, I think I love all of those weirdos)
🦉 An actual second writing under the star of "The Source Code" (!!!!!! I WROTE !? maybe because I'm quite released because I managed my qualification tests and now I'm actually able to study communication design at university asap after clinical treatment, words flowed out of my wrist I can't believe it)
... under the cut 👇 Beware, no first language, no beta read! I hope you enjoy though! ✨👀
🦉 The Campfire
Kashyyyk | 21 BBY | First camping outside of the 41st Ranger Platoon base
Clone Medic Text was a nervousness babbler. Just to be fair, he has been actually silent all duty day, focussed and observing their new Commander and her actions. In his opinion, they couldn't have gotten a better deal. She was tough, quite protective and the best – she let them do their job.
Before moving out today, he had double checked his medic field backpack and added some of his own special features to impress and almost made it too late for the call. So he had skipped shaving and hid behind his bucket as long as possible.
Luckily the Commander seemed to be cool and collected, not too stern, not different than on their first mission together, before they were an official unit. Maybe it's just his hopes, but especially after official hours now she was smiling often and was – thankfully – quite a good listener!
Text though, he maybe has never had the chance to indulge rambling about his interests (fauna) in that scale before and maybe never will have. This moment at the campfire will linger in his head and his heart. This was so much better than his escalated downtown adventures in Coruscant!
Her sudden hand on his shoulder was at first a bit unsettling, but he got the hint, calmed down his mood a bit. He was happy with everything right now.
Who could blame him? She was one of the most beautiful nat-borns he ever saw (his trainers on Kamino, some Jedi from the distance, Geonosians and Wookies, some others at 79s) and she hasn't stopped him yet and now she's even laughing!
He could get used to this.
That's my Commander now, he thought, grinning cheekily at her.
If he died tomorrow fulfilling his duty under her command, it would be a kriffing honor.
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Padawan Commander Eo was nervous now too, because it was the first after official hours outside of the protection of the base. She somehow landed here, alone in the wilderness of Kashyyyk with the 5 clone troopers she initially had chosen out of the locally stationed 41st, just for a single special Jedi Padawan mission. She never thought about seeing them again, even less, that they could've got assigned to her as her own unit – long-termed.
Now she was sitting with the very same clones on some lost crates around a campfire in the small abandoned foothold they headed to camp for the night. This was strange, but in a nice way. Together they already have made themselves a name as a unit, by mere chance.
So those five men are again under her command now. For the first unofficial mission just one week ago, she had chosen them for their specialisations and for somehow standing out of the mass. Outsiders, just like herself, as she struggles with her Padawan training despite being mighty in the Force, allegedly.
If she had known that she would end up stuck together with those men, she maybe would have chosen differently. Or maybe not?
Anyway, at the moment she felt comfortable at the warm campfire, listening to Text's excitement ramble, his familiar deep clone voice full of joyful passion, his eyes sparkling from sharp intelligence, playful- and watchfulness alike and – if she squinted – a glint of madness. No wonder actually.
Eo liked him. She let him talk her ears off, also because kind of positively surprised that such a young clone trooper reached out to her like that.
It warmed her heart, seeing Text revive like this after being all day not only a badass attentive medic, but also a quiet and highly skilled close combat fighter. She badly wants to know how a Gen 3 clone, not older than maybe 8 or 9 years, biologically 16 or 17, could have developed skills like that.
She laughed, as he started to wave with his data pad, already leaning in to explain even more dramatically. Without further thinking about it, she placed her hand on his shoulder, steadying him and herself in their shared laughter and tried to save him from himself.
And maybe also a bit herself from him.
Looking into his mirthful eyes and then over the other watching pairs of almost similar looking amber-brown eyes – curious, incredulous, mischievous and amused – Commander Eo realised maybe for the first time, that she might have made a big mistake with her choice of the men.
She could already feel the attachment.
The one thing she shouldn't have felt for them.
She could be a brave, nice, caring and good Commander for them, but according to the Jedi's lessons she absolutely shouldn't feel what she felt now.
And this wasn't even the first time that her heart hurt for those clones.
It wasn't fair, that this talkative clone-teenager looked almost as old as herself and even obviously enjoyed it, flirting with her, similarly like his more shy but mischievous brother Voice. And that one somehow managed to look big, but he was even younger than Text!
It wasn't fair that those intimidating Gen 1 clones, Forest and Source, were clone-biologically 22 years old, but looking 30 or more, just have seen real 11 years of life and most of that not even outside of Kamino. The rest of it basically from one death trap into the next.
It wasn't fair, that her still young Gen 2 Sergeant still emitted fear, when she would only turn into his direction, but then showed to her the stable and seasoned warrior, looking with his wide eyes straight at at some point over her face. She only knew that Sixoh had been thrown from Kamino directly into the Second Battle of Geonosis and then with the rest of Green Company into the dark void, serving on the Tranquility. Kamino and that was his whole life so far.
Padawan Eo knew Master Luminara Unduli and her fellow Padawan Barriss Offee. Whatever horrors Sixoh might have had to face, it couldn't have been them.
Text has calmed down and drew something on his datapad. Eo watched Forest tending the dying campfire. The seasoned clone's face neutral and his eyes on the last flames, the whole man quite a clone-untypical picture of deep thoughts, sitting barefoot in a deep squad like many of the wookies.
Heavy Gunner Voice got up, yawning and called it a night, startling poor skittish Sergeant Sixoh, as he patted on his shoulder from passing by behind him.
Source didn't look up from his datapad as the Sergeant next to him relaxed again with a sigh after Voice' sudden familiar gesture, but the ARC Trooper's facial features relaxed a bit and some of the face lines smoothened in the cold light of his datapad.
Then, without tilting his head or moving his face, he looked up, straight into Eo's eyes, catching her watching him.
The mikkian froze, as she was locked into the most direct and intense stare she received so far from a clone, or even generally.
She blushed like a little girl.
Force, nothing about this was fair.
She shook off her unsettlement, chuckled over her own reaction and held his glance with a smile. She was the Commander and she was in charge, no little girl at all!
Eyes still locked, a hint of a smile played around Source' lips, so small that Eo wasn't sure if he even moved a face muscle.
The mikkian's tendrils coiled slightly. This felt like going into the absolutely wrong direction and sadly it's to her making it good again.
Flirting wasn't "forbidden", but before working together with clone troopers, all of the Jedi, together with the other nat-born GAR Admirals, Lieutenants and else, were basically reminded with cold Kaminoan words, that clones might look and behave like mature humans, but in the end they're trained war machines, the human nature carefully suppressed for their own wellbeing, meaning they had buried wishes and questions that shouldn't be stirred awake.
Not a few Jedi fell their serenity out of their faces for a moment, Eo included. It felt like a nightmare to her.
Dank Farrik. This wasn't just awkward, this was the madness of war. And Eo was even more determined to become the best Commander her new clone trooper squad could have. They deserve as much life as she could provide them under her protection and she can't take that those five living souls, so bright and beautifully complex in the Force suffer, because of her mikkian- or whatever weak struggles, that keep her away from getting knighted.
She must give not less than her very best.
She owes them.
The Commander nods at Source, standing up, trying to look tall and grounded.
"Voice is right, let's get a bunch of sleep. Tomorrow we'll head out at 0900. Goodnight, troopers."
The four remaining clones nodded back and did one of their weird cloned-voices choruses – "Good night, Sir".
She flashed a warm smile to them and turned away.
Entering her tiny Commander tent, her heart felt heavy.
She had to do her meditation before sleeping. Badly.
She had to sort herself properly, reminding herself that she's obligated to protect those brave men.
Also from herself.
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