I just had this idea. I like the hc that for the clones, if their commanding officer calls them by their number = your mom calling you by your full name.
Could you do one when their SO calls them by their number, and they just know they are in trouble 😭🙏
Clones x gn reader: you calling them by their number
warnings: none
A/N: ahhh that's such a fun idea!! i hc that some of them have a really complicated relationship with their numbers so you might be on thin ice with that one xD
comments and reblogs are very appreaciated!! :D
The Bad Batch
Hunter
"CT-9901"
"What?!" Hunter's voice is biting. He hates whenever his number is used. It reminds him that he's supposed to be defective, even if he doesn't feel like it. It has been used against his squad way too many times. But then he notices little signs of your body, how tense you are, your heartbeat that is way too fast, your breathing…
Hunter takes a breath, running a hand through his hair and putting the knife he'd been sharpening down. "Don't," he mutters, more to himself as a warning. He knows he's about to say something stupid, he already did by the looks of it. He doesn't need to make it worse.
Tech
"CT-9902"
"That would be my designation. Is there a reason you are using it instead of my name?" Tech readjusts his googles for the tenth time in the last few minutes. The two of you had engaged in a heated argument about certain comments he was making that he did not see a problem with and he refusea to listen to another perspective.
You think maybe using the number would make him at least pause, let you get a word in, and seemingly it does.
Tech knows something was wrong when you used his number because it sounds so similar to the regs and Kaminoans using it whenever he annoyed them but you are different. You know that and you have never used it this way before so that could only mean one thing; you were pissed. Royally.
Tech put his datapad down, turning his full attention towards you. He cannot undo the words he's said but he can at least listen from now. "Explain my error. I will listen now."
Wrecker
"CT-9903"
Wrecker stops. He hadn't heard his number in a long time. With the batch having numbers this similar, they are rarely used and his name is just something that fit him quite well so for you to use it…
"Oh… I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong?" His voice turns quieter, softer. He drops the crate he is holding. It was fine, nothing fragile anyway. You are more important. Wrecker tries to wrack his brain about what he did wrong. "I'm sorry. I… really am. Uhm, I don't know what I did wrong but— I'm sorry."
Crosshair
"CT-9904"
He snaps to attention immediately, his mouth audibly clicking shut. He hasn't heard his number ever since he defected from the Empire and you know it was something he avoided thinking about as much as possible.
So for you to use it against him, he knows he fucked up but he doesn't know how to react. On one hand, he wants to apologise and make it right but on the other hand, that number triggered him in a way that leaves him unbalanced.
"That's low," Crosshair's voice is razor-thin but there's no anger in his eyes, just something raw and wounded. "If you want me to listen, fine. But don't use their language against me."
Echo
"CT-1409"
Once those numbers left your mouth, Echo froze. The only time it is ever used these days is in medical settings and those always left him hollow afterwards. He stares at the floor for a few seconds, processing.
When he looks up, his expression is tired. Not angry. Just… exhausted.
“Wow,” he says softly. “Okay. I deserved that.” He runs a hand over his head. “I’ll fix it. Whatever it was. Just… please don’t do that again. I hear those numbers in my nightmares enough as it is.”
Commanders
Wolffe
"CC-3636"
Wolffe goes rigid. He's used to being called "Commander" or "Sir" by his men. But for you he has always been just "Wolffe". He scans your expression with narrowed eyes.
"Want to run that by me again?" he growls, but there's flicker of unease beneath the gruff exterior. He crosses his arms, a defensive posture. He knows he’s been difficult lately. He just didn’t think you’d notice — or care — enough to pull this card.
Fox
"CC-1010"
Fox flinches. Actually flinches.
His number was a curse. It’s the number on the report every time a Corrie Guard falls. It’s the number Palpatine’s office used to summon him at 3 AM. Hearing it from your lips feels like a betrayal.
He doesn’t get angry. He just looks… defeated. He pulls his helmet back on, the visor hiding his eyes. “Message received,” he says, his voice flat and filtered through the comms. “Loud and clear.”
Cody
"CC-2224"
Cody stops writing his report. He sets the stylus down with a deliberate click. He turns in his chair, looking at you with that calm, measured gaze that all great commanders seem to have. He’s not scared. You two have had fights and arguments before and have resolved them all just fine.
That you used his number was new, and it made him pause but also want to listen to you more.
"Alright. That serious, is it?" He asks quietly. He doesn't apologize yet, he doesn't know what for yet, but he's giving you his full undivided attention. "Well, talk to me, dear. I'm listening."
501st
Rex
"CT-7567"
Rex blinks once. Twice. He carefully sets his helmet on the table a gesture of surrender. He knows that if you’re bringing out the number, this isn’t a battle he’s going to win with authority.
“Alright, mesh’la,” he says, holding up his hands. “You got me. What’d I do?” He’s trying to keep his tone light, but his ears are slightly red. He hates being reminded that he’s a number to the GAR. To you, he wants to be just Rex.
Fives
"CT-5555"
"Yes, that's my full name, you know you can just say Fives to save time," Fives replies, ever the cocky one. But you don't laugh, don't even smile like usually. You just glare.
His smile falters. Then it dies completely. He pushes off the wall, suddenly serious. “Oh.” He swallows hard. “It’s like that, is it?” He rubs the back of his neck, suddenly looking very young. “I’ll, uh… I’ll just go wait in the barracks until you’re ready to talk. Or yell. Whichever you feel like.”
Jesse
"CT-5597"
Jesse freezes mid-laugh. He was just joking around with Kix, but the sound of his number, sharp and cold, cuts through the noise like a vibroblade.
He turns slowly, his shoulders tensing. "Is there a problem?" he asks, his voice slipping into a more neutral and respectful tone. He’s slipped into ‘soldier mode’ to protect himself from the emotional whiplash.
Kix
"CT-6116"
Kix sighs. A deep, world-weary sigh that only the medic of the 501st can truly master.
He sets down his medical kit and crosses over to you. He doesn’t look scared or angry, he's wrestled so many delirious soldiers that the difference between his name and number didn't mean much to him on days like these.
He gently takes your chin, tilting your head to check your pupils. “Your blood pressure is up. Talk to me.”
Hardcase
He doesn't get it at first when you say his number, turning towards you with a smile. "Yep, that's my number. Did you memorize it? That's so sweet!"
It takes him a full five seconds to see the look on your face. Then his energetic bouncing stops and his eyes go wide. “Oh. Oh no. I’m in trouble, aren’t I? Is it the explosives? I bet it was the explosive. I swear it wasn't my fault I can fix it tho—"
Dogma
"CT-6922"
Dogma stands up even straighter, which feels almost impossible since he always stands at attention. He responds to his number like a droid to a command. "Yes?"
But then he sees the fury in your eyes, the disappointment and his gaze falls to his boots, realising that it's you he disappointed and that's somehow worse than facing the disappointemnt of authority. "I see…" he says quietly. "What did I do wrong?"
Tup
"CT-5385"
Tup’s bottom lip trembles slightly. He’s so sensitive, so eager to please. Hearing his number from you feels like a physical blow. He sets down the little droid he was tinkering with and walks over to you, his brown eyes wide and glossy.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, not even knowing what for. “I don’t like that. It sounds wrong when you say it.” You already feel bad having ever used the number.
Misc.
Howzer
He pauses with his cup of caf halfway to his lips as you say his number. He doesn't get defensive or flinch. He just sets the cup down and looks at you with those steady, honest eyes. The scar on his cheek pulls slightly as he offers a small smile.
“That bad, huh?” He holds out his hand to you. “Come here. If you’re pulling out the designation, then I deserve whatever lecture is coming. But can we do it sitting down? I have a feeling it’s a long one.”
gn! reader
warnings: none
a/n: it’s so hot rn, I have sweat in places I should never have sweat
it’s summertime, the reader and the clones are on a hot planet! it’s too hot to sleep next to them and you overheat easily, so you lay on the floor next to the bed instead.
FOX feels the bed move, any signal of something out of the norm awakes him immediately. he opens his eyes and notices the empty side, making him sit up. “what are you doing?” he asks, you tell him it’s too hot to be next to anything. fox needs structure, so he won’t be able to sleep, he moves onto your side of the bed and peers down at you, lying back down.
WOLFFE stirs slightly as the bed moves, he opens his eyes and frowns at the emptiness of the bed, the light in the ‘fresher is off, so you’re not there. it’s when he hears creaking from the floor, he sits up and glares down. “why are you down there?” you tell him it’s too hot, he sighs in return and lays back down, ending the conversation there.
CODY startles awake and opens his eyes, he glances down at the floor. “uh, what are you doin’ down there?” you tell him why and he snorts softly in response, kicking the blanket off the bed. “fair enough, g’night.” he goes back to sleep.
BLY awakes at the sound and tilts his head, calling your name, you tell him you were on the floor. he scoots over and murmurs, hoping you’re not mad at him, “why are you on the floor?” you tell him you’re overheating, he nods in return and leans his arm over the bed, gripping your hand as he lays back down.
MAYDAY doesn’t awake at first, it’s a little later in the night when he goes to put his arm over you, to find you’re not there. he pats around the bed and lifts his head up, panicking slightly, he sits up and sees you on the floor. he sighs and rubs his face, he glances down at your sleeping form and smiles, glad you were safe.
REX hears the movement and lets out your name through a hushed whisper, you tell him you’re overheating and need to sleep somewhere else. he hums sleepily in response, scooting over to the edge of the bed so you can be in his sight as he sleeps.
GREGOR was already awake when you shuffle against his arms, he groans and opens his eyes. “mm, where’re y’goin’?” you say you’re too hot to be against anything and want to sleep on the floor. he nods and hops off the bed, going down on the floor with you. “you’re right ‘bout this being better.”
HOWZER hands twitch as he felt the warmth of the other hand disappear, he murmurs incoherently and slowly sits up, before whispering your name. you tell him you’re on the floor, to which he responds confused. “okay… why?” you chuckle at him and say it’s just because you’re too hot. “oh, right, ‘pose it’s a bit hot.” he lays back down and grabs your pillow to hug.
HUNTER hears the littlest noise of movement and opens his eyes, he stays silent but watches you settle on the floor. you notice him and tell him you’re overheating. “yeah, s’quite hot, ain’t it?” he murmurs, he already has his hair up and sleeping in minimal clothing possible, he also overheats easily.
WRECKER has you in a bear hug as he snores, you try to wriggle out of him, but he doesn’t wake. you shake him and tell him you’re extremely hot and need some space. he slowly softens his grip, he’s disappointed but doesn’t show it. “aw, can’t have ya suffocatin’ now.” he chuckles and gazes at you.
TECH already knows you overheat easily, he’s read your signs and kept space between you both during your sleep anyway. he watches you slip out of bed and onto the floor. “would you like me to get you any cold water?” you shake your head and tell him your fine, you just need some more space.
CROSSHAIR grunts annoyed as he opens his eyes, he glares as you slide onto the floor. “what the hell are you doing?” you tell him you need to sleep elsewhere because you’re overheating. “suit yourself, then.” he murmurs, but watches over to make sure you get back to sleep.
ECHO snaps his eyes open as movement and creaking filled his ears, he saw you and whispers, “hey, you okay?” you say you just need to sleep on the floor because it’s cold. he understands the discomfort and he nods in return. “m’kay, sleep well.”
FIVES wakes up as soon as he feels you move away. “hey… where ya goin’? I was comfy.” you laugh softly and say you just need some space because of the heat. “huh, didn’t think I was that hot but touché.” he grins and lay on your side of the bed.
JESSE lets out an absentminded groan as he feels the bed dip and move. “mmh, what’re you doin’?” you say you need to sleep on the floor because you’re overheating. “oh, yeah—sure, just be comfy n’ that.” he murmurs in a way that makes you think he didn’t comprehend what you really said.
HARDCASE was already awake before you decide to move, he grumbles and holds you tighter as you move. “mm, don’t go.” you respond by telling him you’re too hot and need to be somewhere. “oh! we can both sleep outside, let’s go!” he sits up and grips your hand, the other arm grabbing the pillows and he literally drags you outside. not what was quite on your mind, but it was nice either way.
KIX softens his grip silently as you move, he watches you move to the floor and he whispers. “too hot?” you nod in reply. “want me to get you some water?” you shake your head and say you just want sleep. “I get that, but if you’re overheatin’ you need water.” basically, there was no way to stubborn your way around it.
DOGMA chews his lower lip as you move away from him. he doesn’t say anything but just watches you, his facial expression is subtly sad, though, he thinks he did something wrong. you reassure him you’re just too hot. “oh…” he murmurs embarrassed. “sleep well.”
TUP furrows his eyebrows as you move away, he whispers your name in a disappointed tone. “i’m sorry, did I do something?” you quickly sit up and shake your head, saying you’re just too hot. “oh! okay, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” he smiles and lays on the bed close to you.
501st!clones x gn!reader hcs – catching you in a lie
synopsis: based on the following prompt – “you’re a terrible liar.” fluff/crack mostly.
featured clones: rex, fives, jesse, hardcase, kix, tup, dogma
warnings: none :)
wc (total): 4.4k
.✦ ݁˖ rex (647 words)
was this a terrible idea? yes. were you going to do it anyways? also yes.
rex told you that the 501st’s next job was a simple one. they needed to return to ryloth a month after its liberation, to help deliver some supplies. the damage that the separatists had done hit the planet hard, and they had requested republic resources to help speed up the process of reparations. even though that was usually not a job for the 501st, rex had been telling you how grateful he was to finally catch a small break after back-to-back intense missions, where he had to watch so many of his brothers perish every time.
since he had made it sound like a low-stakes mission, you figured there would be no problems if you just… showed up. he was always telling you about how much he regrets that he gets almost no time to spend with you. well, here was your chance to remedy that, and you were going to take it.
even though you’re fairly certain that you were ripped off, since no ride should cost that many credits, you hitched the next ship to ryloth. the closer you get to your destination, the more excited you get, imagining the look on his face when he realizes.
meanwhile, rex was not having such a great time. he was growing tired of hearing the 501st spend so much time complaining. “they’re wasting us! we should be on the front lines,” fives protests, earning a cheer from jesse and hardcase. “you lot should be grateful. you’ll get enough of the front lines. this is probably the first and last time we’re getting sent on a mission like this,” rex reasons, exasperated. poor man just wants a break.
the drop off goes well, with no unpleasant surprises. rex feels warm looking at all the citizens smiling as he hands them supplies, grateful that he gets to play a role in protecting people like these.
a child comes and grabs his hand, pulling him away. rex laughs and lets himself get carried away, just this time. he follows the child deep into the capital, who is clearly insistent on dragging him somewhere specific. the child stops in front of a small cart with sweets.
“oh, you want me to get you candies,” rex says, mostly to himself. although he doesn’t have many credits on him, he does what he can, buying the child a few lollipops. the child thanks him and runs off, and rex watches them go, smiling and shaking his head.
“excuse me kind sir, could you buy me some sweets as well?” he freezes, slowly turning his head to meet your gaze. he blinks once, twice, but you’re still there.
he wants to do so many things: hug you, kiss you, ask where you came from, why you’re here. but instead, he decides to humour you. “of course, what kind would you like? if i remember correctly, gummies are your favourite,” he says, fishing for credits in a pocket somewhere. your brow furrows “i’m sorry sir, but i don’t think we know each other.”
rex can’t stop himself any longer. he grabs you and pulls you into a hug so tight, you get lifted off the ground a little. “next time you try to lie to someone, don’t smile so much,” he mumbles into your hair. as he puts you down, you fake offence. “are you saying i’m a bad liar?” “no, i’m saying you’re a terrible one,” he says. he still can’t believe it, that you’re here. he’s so grateful, he can’t stop smiling.
after buying you both some candy, he takes your hand and brings you to the top of a hill, where you two watch the sunset together. he spends the evening listening to you talk about how you got to ryloth and kissing you every five seconds, thanking you over and over for giving him the best surprise ever.
.✦ ݁˖ fives (496 words)
maybe it was the weather, or maybe you were just burnt out. whatever it was, your energy had massively dipped. everything started feeling a little emptier, and you felt like you couldn’t do anything about it.
fives, of course, had noticed. he may not always pick up on little details, but he can read energies like a psychic. and he’s determined to help you feel better by any means possible.
he doesn’t get a lot of time with you, but he’s going to make it work. when he finds out he’s getting a day where the 501st aren’t doing anything, he gets straight to work.
he stops to pick up your favourite food, get you some fuzzy socks, and a new movie for the two of you to watch. he writes you a card, even if it’s a little rushed because he had to ask the cashier for a pen and didn’t want to hold up the line.
his hands are full when he knocks at your door. when you open the door, your face immediately lights up. “fives!” you exclaim, jumping into a hug. he chuckles. “i’d love to hug you back, darling, but my hands are a little full.”
once he’s settled, he shows you all the things he got, one by one. he gives you a kiss between each one, too. when he’s done he says, “now come on, the food’s getting cold.” and with that, the two of you enjoy the movie he got while eating the yummy food.
once the movie’s over, and the food is long gone, fives makes you look at him. “what’s going on with you?” he asks, careful not to sound too intense. you look away, the words refusing to leave your throat. “nothing. i just…” you trail off. fives just shakes his head a little, pulling you into a hug. “you’re a terrible liar, you know. but you don’t have to talk right now if you don’t want to,” he reassures.
after that, he takes care of everything, while letting you rest under a blanket wearing the new socks he got for you. he does the dishes, cleans the countertops, and even does your laundry. he puts effort into cleaning the bathroom, kitchen and your bedroom properly, knowing that a clean space can make all the difference. if you try to help him he’ll straight out refuse, forcing you to remain grounded on the couch.
and when he’s all done, he takes a quick shower and carefully lifts you off the sofa, taking you to bed. he tucks you both into the covers, kissing you softly and whispering sweet nothings. he tells you all the things he loves about you, and how proud he is of you. he’ll tell you why he believes in you and how you make his life better. and then he’ll listen to you talk about how you’re feeling, and go to sleep holding you tight, saying “i’m always here for you.”
.✦ ݁˖ jesse (590 words)
jesse’s so drunk, you don’t even know how he’s standing. to be fair, bringing him here wasn’t one of your greatest ideas, but it was his fault for getting so wasted.
you thought that he needed to wind down. being home wasn’t working; the war was weighing too heavily on his shoulders. you saw what the trauma was doing to him, and since he refused to address it directly, you decided that you needed to distract him. but this is more than you imagined.
he’s so loud when he laughs, sounding borderline maniacal. you join him on the floor, dancing with him, if only out of concern that he’s going to trip and fall any moment. he looks a little too happy as he spins you around, and you decide enough is enough.
“jesse, we need to go,” you yell, trying to be heard over the loud music and chatter. he whines, “but i don’t wanna. i’m having fun.” you take his hand, slowly dragging him to a quiet corner. “i know,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “but it’s late. don’t you want cuddles?” now you’ve piqued his interest. as he says, “oh yeah, let’s go,” he stumbles forward, and you struggle to catch his 200 lbs of muscle.
it takes you way too long to get him out of there. you have to half-drag him, and on top of that, he kept whining about going back every two seconds. when you finally make it out of the club, the two of you take a deep breath at the same time. for you, it’s to steel yourself for the task of getting you both home in one piece. for him, he’s just enjoying the outside air.
as you two stand against the wall, waiting for the next taxi, he looks over at you. his hungry gaze travels up, then down, then up again. you catch him before you can do anything, shutting him down, “not here, and definitely not now. you’re wasted,” you scold him. he frowns a little, but doesn’t argue.
once the taxi finally arrives, you manage to get him to stumble in. the ride home is entertaining, to say the least, since he made it his mission to comment on every vehicle you passed. “that speeder looks old, they should buy a new one.” then he looked to the sky. “the ships all look so small from here,” he giggles. you just shake your head, smiling at his antics.
miraculously, you manage to get him inside, and in bed. you then get ready for bed yourself, and when you leave the refresher, you expect him to have passed out already. but he’s still awake, waiting for you to join him.
“finally,” he mutters when you join him under the covers. you lay on your side, facing him. “you’re such a hassle, you know.” “i’m your hassle,” he says cheekily, “and you love me for it.” you roll your eyes, “no, i hate you. now go to sleep,” you chide, pushing his forehead lightly.
he grabs your arm and pulls you on top of him, so your faces are inches from one another. “you’re a terrible liar,” he whispers. with one hand on the back of your head, he guides your lips to his, kissing you intensely. his tilts his head, trying to deepen the kiss, when you pull back. “nuh uh, you’re drunk,” you say, pushing yourself off him. he groans, “fine. but at least cuddle with me.” and you laugh, happy to oblige.
.✦ ݁˖ hardcase (783 words)
the best thing about being with hardcase was that there was never a dull moment. he always had something funny to say, some new thing for the two of you to try, some new item on his bucket list. but your reactions to his antics had only emboldened him overtime, which meant that his ego had grown exponentially. he now wholeheartedly believed that he was the most funny, charming, handsome and fun person you knew, which was true. but you needed to humble him. (#putmenintheirplace)
so you decide to spend a day pretending that he’s not amusing in the slightest, as a prank. you knew it was going to be hard, so you spend a few days coaching yourself, mastering the art of nonchalance. but that act almost shatters when you see him, since he’s so bubbly and excited to see you.
no, you’re dedicated. too much time was spent preparing to give up now. so even though it kills you a little bit, you remain stoic as he greets you, returning his hug only half-heartedly.
“did i do something wrong?” he asks, looking utterly bewildered at your attitude. you simply shrug him off.
as the day goes on, hardcase only gets more confused. you don’t laugh at any of his jokes. don’t ask him a single question about the details of his time away. don’t initiate any contact. don’t entertain any of his ideas. no offence, but he was finding you a little boring. which was concerning to him, since you were usually the complete obvious.
his confusion is tinged with a little bit of sadness, since if there’s something wrong he wants you to just talk about it. but all his attempts at conversation had been shut down. almost half the day goes by, and he still hasn’t gotten you to crack.
but secretly, you were having an extremely difficult time. it was so hard not to laugh at his jokes, and you spent way too much time today thinking of your dead relatives to try to keep yourself from laughing. and trying not to reach for him when he’s right there was almost impossible. but he hadn’t really given you the reaction you wanted yet, so you kept going.
but then hardcase walks straight into the bookshelf, causing it to jerk so hard that most of the stuff on it falls out. “shit! i-i’ll fix this,” he swears, already on his hands and knees to clean the mess. but the action is so unbelievably him, and all the laughter you had spent the day containing threatened to come up all at once. so you do what any rational person would do, and run straight to the refresher.
when you wordlessly get up and run to the bathroom, hardcase assumes you’re crying. he thinks that you were already upset and him knocking over the things on your bookshelf was your final straw. but as he timidly approaches the refresher, it’s not the sound of sobbing that he hears - it’s his favourite sound, the sound of you giggling.
at first he stands right outside, dumbfounded. why would you run to the bathroom just to laugh? why were you even laughing? had you gone mad in his absence? hardcase ponders all this before the conclusion finally hits him - you were pranking him. the same way he always pranks you.
he’s genuinely amazed at how good of a prank it was. if he hadn’t heard you in the bathroom, he wouldn’t have guessed it. you had successfully managed to make him doubt himself.
when you open the door, stepping back into the living room, hardcase is sitting on the sofa. the bookshelf has been returned to its usual state. he turns to look at you, patting the spot beside him. “c’mere.”
once you sit beside him, he snakes an arm around you. “you think you’re funny, huh?” he asks, squeezing your arm. your eyes widen slightly, realizing that he’s caught you, but you try not to let it slip. “i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, trying to defend yourself.
you’re caught off guard as he flips you so that you’re laying down, back against the sofa, and he’s on top of you. “you’re a terrible liar,” he laughs. then he leans in, whispering “i’m gonna punish you for playing with my head all day.”
“wha-” you start, but before you can finish his hands are all over. he’s tickling you like no tomorrow, and you try to swat him away but it isn’t working. he doesn’t stop until you’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe.
he flops on top you, satisfied with his work. “now it’s my turn to prank you.”
.✦ ݁˖ kix (637 words)
the 501st never listen to kix. he tells them all about the best practices on how to keep in good shape, the kind of food they should be eating, how to protect their immunity, and how to recover following an intense campaign. but he’s lucky if he can even get them to sit long enough for him to patch them up.
so when you and kix get together, he finds someone who will actually allow him to care for them, and listen to him. and while being with him had definitely helped your health improve over time, he was also scarily overprotective whenever something happened to you. you remember how devastated he got when you got a small sprain in your wrist from catching yourself fall, wrapping it tightly and not allowing you to do anything with that hand until the sprain healed (over-dramatic much). so when you found out you have the flu, you feared what he would do.
you didn’t want kix to spend so much time worrying, and you wanted to still be able to leave the house (lmao) so you decided not to tell him. and even though he could feel something was off over calls, he wouldn’t really push, since he knew you would tell him of any problems you had if you wanted to.
but over the next few days, your flu worsened. forget the house, you weren’t even in a condition to leave your bed. and while you wished your sweet medic was here to help you heal, he had more important things to be doing.
unfortunately, you had underestimated kix’s worry. when you didn’t pick up his calls for the next two days, opting to send hasty messages instead, he decided it was time to come see you himself. burrowed underneath a pile of blankets, completely absorbed in your own misery, you don’t hear him enter your apartment. you don’t even realize he’s there until you hear the sound of someone clearing their throat in your room.
as you sit up, raising your head above the blankets, your panic subsides when you realize it’s not an intruder. but the panic returns when you see kix, looking like a dark shadow in the doorway to your room. and the expression on his face made him look even scarier.
“you’re sick,” he states, the words poison on his tongue. you rasp, “well, hello to you too,” breaking into a coughing fit at the end.
with a sigh only the medic of the 501st can muster, he makes his way over to you and sits on the edge of your bed. stroking your hair gently, he asks “how long have you been sick?” “i only got sick yesterday,” you try to lie. your condition had progressed over a few days, but technically you only felt really sick starting yesterday, so it wasn’t a complete lie… right?
he trails his hand from your hair, down the side of your face, then your neck, finally stopping at your shoulder. he slowly pushes you back down against the pillows. “you’re a terrible liar, you know. i know how the flu works.” his tone sounds stern, but he’s smiling while he says it.
after that, kix has everything covered. tissues? he’s already bought them. soup? he’s made it. medicine? he brought the best kind for you. he knows how weak people get when infected, so he helps you to the bathroom, and helps you shower if you let him. he shuts down your protests about getting him sick, mumbling something about the kaminoans engineering clones to be immune to common illnesses. you’re too tired to question if it’s the truth or not.
a few days later, when you’re almost better, he pulls you close. kissing your forehead, he says “promise you won’t hide from me again.”
.✦ ݁˖ tup (550 words)
the two of you sit nervously in the parlour of the tattoo shop, steeling yourselves to get piercings. the only reason the two of you were here was because you were both too stubborn to admit the other could be right.
you had been showing him pictures of industrials, telling him that you thought they looked amazing. but he had only scoffed, saying that your pain tolerance was far too low to handle getting a piercing like that. offended, you said “and what about your pain tolerance?” “i’m a soldier,” he replied confidently, “i can handle anything. don’t you see the tattoo on my face?” but you laughed him off, saying “that tiny thing? that doesn’t count. i don’t see you with any piercings either, mr. soldier.” you two proceeded to have an (unserious) argument about this, and now the two of you were here to prove to one another that you absolutely could handle the pain of getting a piercing.
tup was going to get an orbital, and you were going to get that industrial that you liked. but as you sat together in the lobby, he couldn’t keep his leg from bouncing up and down. going from no piercings to a cartilage piercing was a little intense, but he kept convincing himself that he could handle the pain. how he was going to keep it clean or prevent it from snagging on his helmet, he didn’t know, but that was a later problem. but he also notices that way your jaw is a little bit too tense, and he takes his opportunity to play with you. “you know, i’ve heard a lot of industrials go wrong,” he whispers in your ear. “if that’s supposed to scare me, it didn’t work,” you say, glaring at him. he presses a small kiss to your temple. “you’re a terrible liar.” which was funny, because tup was just as scared as you, if not more.
when the piercer calls the two of you up, he insists you go first. “why, you scared?” you taunt him. “no,” he denies vehemently, “i’m just letting you go before you wimp out.” really, though, he was very scared. which was aggravating him, because even if you were nervous, you were doing a great job of hiding it.
tup doesn’t listen as you discuss the angle and placement of the piercing. he’s too busy repeating i’m a soldier, i’m a soldier over and over in his head. but he would almost prefer going straight back to the battlefield than being in this situation right now.
your piercing goes by quickly, without complication. “it’s actually not as bad as i was expecting,” you tell him, putting a hand on his shoulder. you meant the gesture to be comforting, but tup doesn’t take it that way. “yeah, yeah,” he mutters, making his way to the bed.
but five minutes later, tup is admiring his new piercing in the mirror. it actually didn’t hurt nearly as much as he had expected. as the two of you leave the parlour together, hand in hand, you nudge him with your elbow. “you were scared~” he just shushes you, because no matter how scared he was, he was glad it happened. especially because he really liked how you looked with your new piercing.
.✦ ݁˖ dogma (656 words)
dogma doesn’t often come see you in his armour. he prefers to keep you separate from that life. besides, he doesn’t really think he’s supposed to wear his armour out and about.
but sometimes when he’s really tired, or if he’s in a rush, he will come see visit you without putting in the effort to change. and although he worries that his dirty and mildly sweaty armour will be off-putting, it’s actually had the… opposite effect.
at first he mistook your shyness as discomfort. he noticed that you would talk a little less whenever he came to see you in his armour, and you would appear to be slightly flushed. he thought that it was because you didn’t appreciate him bringing the war home, so he wore it less and less until it had been months until you had seen him in it.
one day, he realizes how flawed his perception was when you quietly ask him “why don’t you wear your armour around anymore?” he off-handedly mentions something about it not being the most comfortable, and you don’t ask further questions. but dogma’s mind is working in overdrive.
he decides to test his theory after the next campaign. he doesn’t tell you that he’s coming to see you to see your raw, unfiltered reaction. once the 501st returns to coruscant, he wastes no time in going to prepare to see you. he scrubs down his armour completely (first time he’s ever done it) and also washes his blacks (first time he’s done that, too).
once he’s ready, he checks himself out in the mirror. he faces a moment of doubt, wondering if he was in over his head. what if you had just asked him for no particular reason? had he really mistook your reactions to his armour? he almost abandons the idea completely, but then decides to follow through simply because he spent so much time preparing the surprise for you.
it’s late when he knocks on your door. at first, when you don’t answer, he wonders again if this is a stupid idea. but the next moment, you throw the door open, and so many expressions flash across your face in rapid fire.
surprise, that he’s here. shock, that he didn’t tell you that he was coming. happiness, that you would get an unexpected night together (very rare). and then… your face flushes when your eyes move downwards and see what he’s wearing. “hi,” you greet him, a little too breathlessly. normally you would have more to say, but you were a bit distracted.
“my eyes are up here, you know,” he teases. as you snap your eyes upwards to meet his, he can’t help the smug look on his face. so he was right. and this was information he could definitely use to his advantage.
you let him into the apartment, the only sound being the door closing shut behind him. then he takes a step forward, and you take one back, until your back hits the wall. he puts one hand against the wall beside you, trapping you.
“i think you’ve been hiding something from me,” he smirks. “and what would that be?” you ask, trying to keep your tone even. your thing for his armour had been your dirty little secret, and you didn’t really know how you felt about him finding out. slightly horrified, but also somewhat thrilled? this was just… very unexpected.
“i think you know what i’m talking about,” he says, tilting his head. you deny almost too quickly. “i don’t.”
he laughs a little before leaning in. “you’re a terrible liar, sweetheart.” you get ready to retort but before you can say anything, he slides his arms underneath your legs, picking you up and bringing you eye-level with him. you wrap your arms around his neck as he kisses you, and he smiles into the kiss, thanking the stars that he was right about this.
a/n: these were genuinely so fun to write esp hardcase’s lmaooo
Overview: literally just how they kiss you. It’s literally just that.
Warning(s): Hardcase refers reader as ‘pretty mama’ at one point, cursing (in Mando’a and English), implied smut, descriptions of smut, yeah, basically just smut, tiiiiny bit of angst but it’s not
Word-count: I honestly did not count
Rex:
-OH YEAH
-why not start with our dear old captain first??
-just look at that smirk, you know this man would DEMAND kisses before any mission. It’s religious at this point
-well- I mean. Not in the beginning.
-Rex is a lover boy. Straight up.
-I mean, did you see his face when he stumbled onto Cut’s family?
-he’s a family man 😭
-so, he thinks you’re an absolute dream come true
-I mean, c’mon. A pretty partner? A loving partner? He loves you with all his damn heart, Maker.
-…buttttt, despite his love for you, he’s actually really shy. He doesn’t wanna mess up, or rush into anything.
-so, this translates into you having to kiss him first :/
-which, hey! That’s not bad whatsoever! Cuz guess what?
-YOU TOOK HIS FIRST KISS
-that’s something to remember. Especially for Rex.
-and for the first time, he actually does well!
-once he learns, he can’t stop.
-his kisses are firm. Real soft, though. Like he’s afraid if he kisses too hard, he’ll hurt you. Like he wants more but also wants to break the kiss and hold you instead.
-oh, but don’t worry
-you should see him when he’s all worked up
-he actually won’t use tongue, but he’ll use his tongue anywhere else (take that as you will.) As for kisses, they’re deep. God, you can guess what else is deep.
-he won’t come up for air. He’ll kiss you until y’all are breathless
-“Maker—- love you, love you s’much, mesh’la- take it- take it deeper f’me, haah—“
-yeah, ahem. So, that’s him.
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Jesse:
-Good Lord
-so, uhm.
-this guy’s smooth. Really. Smooth.
-I’m pretty sure it’s canon that he goes to the 79’s, along with Kix, and well, with the people there and letting loose an all, it’s not that surprising that Jesse most likely has a body count
-at least like, two or three people he fucked in the refresher
-so, he’s experienced
-unlike Rex, he’s not shy
-he will GLADLY make out with you all day
-…once you two become a thing, and behind closed doors
-yes, even though Jesse’s a bit freaky and lowkey kinda a slut in the 79’s, once he meets you and actually well, gets with you
-he settles down
-due to how y’all are serious, he becomes more private. I mean, he definitely wants people to know he’s yours and you’re his, but he doesn’t want to flaunt you out there
-in the beginning, his kisses are hard. Demanding. Teasing, even. Tongue down your throat in seconds. Would literally always lead up to sex.
-but, as your relationship progresses and he realizes this isn’t just to get in his pants or anything, the kisses become softer
-more tender
-they don’t shorten, don’t misunderstand me, but they’re not demanding anymore. At least, not all the time
-this time, he kisses you because he loves you
-he kisses you because he really can’t know when the last time he’ll be able to
-he kisses you because he wants you to know how much you mean to him
-it’s a lust-to-love thing
-oh, but sometimes he may swipe his tongue over your bottom lip. Just to tease you. He’s not a total softie, doll.
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Kix:
-aw, just look at him
-so, as mentioned before, Kix would go to the 79’s with Jesse a lot
-but, he wasn’t really a slut 🤷♀️
-he’d go there for the drinks and for fun. But not to get laid
-I mean, c’mon. There’s too many health risks. STD’s, potential pregnancy…
-what else would you expect from the medic
-BUT! That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t flirt.
-if he was interested, he’d talk. Say hi, hello, how are you, bla bla bla, but he wouldn’t take them to bed. It was always just hello for him.
-until he met you
-Kix is very old schooled
-very gentlemanly.
-it will at least take three to four dates and consistent talking for him to actually be hooked, and want something more, let alone kiss you
-oh, but once you get there
-he’ll kiss you when he thinks the time is right. It has to be the perfect moment.
-maybe when a quiet moment appears during one of your dates, or after a heart to heart or when he’s dropping you off or before he goes off on a mission
-the first kiss is soft. Firm, though. Full of meaning and unspoken confessions
-and then he’ll part, just for a second before returning one last time for a second kiss, and then he’ll be on his way.
-if you were to get intimate, though, his kisses are somewhat the same
-the only difference is there’s a hint of desperation in his kisses
-they’re chaste and a tad frantic, as if he’s rushing
-he is.
-like he’s trying to convey all his love to you while also struggling to hold back and not just—- pound you until you can’t sit right
-don’t worry, he’s a gentle lover though. But if you ask, who is he to deny?
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Hardcase:
-oh, my silly little hyperactive adhd clone
-with no hesitation or anything, Hardcase absolutely geeks over you
-he’s jumping up and down when he sees you, grinning so hard you think his teeth might crack, laughing boisterously while scooping you up into a hug
-cuz you’re his baby, his hot stuff, his pretty mama
-and he’s NOT SHY in letting you know
-believe it or not, Hardcase actually wasn’t experienced before you. Surprising, right? Well, not really. Hardcase is somewhat of a himbo, and usually can’t take a hint on whether someone’s hitting on him or not. Plus, whenever he hit the bar, he’d usually be too drunk to realize if someone was or not. He’s there to just have fun.
-but he was eager to kiss you
-extremely. Extremely. Eager.
-you think he’d be a natural his first time?
-HAH. That’s cute. But no.
-the first kiss is sloppy. Rushed. I mean- it’s deep, don’t get me wrong, but just- very sloppy.
-noses squishing together, lips not even locked, teeth clacking together—
-yeah, it’s not the best. But it was for him!!
-at least, he thought it was
-until you actually taught him
-and for the first time, he froze. Everything in him went calm. Well, for a couple seconds, at least
-then he was giggling like a school-girl again and pecking all over your face
-Hardcase’s kisses are quick. Sometimes sloppy, and rushed, but it’s just because he gets so excited!
-s’not his fault, babydoll, believe him. It’s just easy to get too excited around you.
-and, well, that also transfers in the bed
-hope you can last a couple of quick rounds. He doesn’t plan on taking any breaks.
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Dogma:
-guys, be for real. You think this man would know how to kiss?
-nah.
-he’s clueless. I mean, c’mon, all he does is work, work, work, and follow orders!
-he doesn’t get out much, give him some slack!
-so, well, you’re gonna hafta initiate everything and everything.
-Dogma is uptight, and fiercely believed that a clone’s person is strictly only to follow orders, so don’t get your feelings hurt when you try to initiate any affection for the first time and he flinches away or scowls. It’s nothing personal, really. He just doesn’t know how else to react.
-reassure him. Praise him. Tell him that he’s more than just a number to you, that you don’t just see him as a piece of hardware
-Dogma absolutely craves praise
-so when he first kisses you, he instinctively starts worrying and asking you if he did alright, if it made you feel good, if you were happy with him
-do him a favor and just kiss him to shut him up
-it works. It really does.
-Dogma’s kisses are shy. Barely there presses, fluttering and fleeting.
-you’re gonna hafta hold his face to keep him from pulling away almost immediately
-and then, once that strict and by-the-book soldier melts away, leaving the praise-starved and lowkey needy man beneath, Dogma will melt.
-you just need to guide him
-tell him what feels good, how good he’s being, how much you love him
-and Maker, isn’t he a pleaser
-he’s a suck up. He wants to please you.
-and doesn’t he do a damn good job of it
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Tup:
-sweet baby, right?
-probably has no idea what he’s doing, right?
-WRONG
-look, sweet baby, yes, he is, he’s a sweetheart
-but he’s not a prude
-and he’s DEFINITELY not innocent
-I mean, c’mon. Have you seen his brothers? They’ve probably shown him holoporn at one point or tried to hook him up with someone
-that being said, he’s still newer, but he’s not completely ignorant
-and it’s not like he really liked playing around that much, either. He didn’t wanna hurt anyone’s feelings 🥺
-and when you appear? Well, you can guess how sweet this boy is to you
-he courts you.
-he’s not timid, but he can be shy, but it’s not like, really shy. He’s just very polite and doesn’t wanna scare you away, because in all realness, Tup is a bit insecure
-please reassure him.
-he may be shy of touching you at first, but once you assure him, he’ll start to. When the moments right, of course.
-his kisses are short and sweet
-a peck here and there
-oh, but don’t be disappointed. If you want more, he’ll give more, you just have to ask
-but, then again, he’s still a little hesitant about it. Just take the reins with this one.
-like I said, Tup isn’t innocent, he’s not a prude
-but he’s still a virgin. He could kiss, he could flirt
-but he’s always been to scared to give his virginity away, because that was special to him
-well anywho- we’re not on that topic! Yet :)
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Fives:
-and last but not least! Fives!!
-look, Fives is a stud
-he’s goofy, flirty, cheesy, oh, so cheesy
-and he turns up that cheesiness all the way when he meets you
-so he’s experienced
-he 100% his, but when it comes to you, he’s not all ‘oh, yeah, to the bed, baby,’ but instead more of a, ‘hey, got a map? Cuz I’m getting lost in your eyes—-‘
-yeah. It’s bad.
-oh- but just- just give him a chance- kay? He’ll prove it to you—
-his kisses are DEEP
-PASSIONATE
-he uses tongue
-not to where it’s overwhelming, but to make you breathless and yearning for more
-kisses hard, one nip to your bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue and then just going for it
-you know he has you pinned against some place while he kisses you
-Makes out like his life depends on it
-but it’s not just lust for him, don’t worry!
-he’ll be breathing out his love for you with every kiss, growling under his breath while he thrusts into you deep and slow
-“Kriff— hold on- hah- fuck! Feel me right there- like that? Yeah, hahaah, yeah, ya like that, baby? Yeah, I know you do—“
-yeah. It gets heated really quickly.
-he’ll have you squirming in no time
-you’ll be yearning for this man in every way
-so yes.
-Fives is a very passionate man.
-and he just gets even more passionate when he’s with you
Guys, finally. I decided to write something decent from Star Wars: The Clone Wars. Ever since I wrote "As a Boyfriends," two drabbles, and a one-shot with Wrecker, I've been determined to write some decent stuff from this fandom.
Hey guys, I've reached 86 followers and only need 14 to reach 100. So I'm starting to think about a 100-follower special. Feel free to share your suggestions in the comments.
I also plan to write tattoo headcanons for the 212th, 104th, Coruscant Guard, and The Bad Batch, so you can expect them soon.
⚠️ suggestive themes (sorry guys 😅), I'm sorry, if that would be too long, Y/N has a neutral gender
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💙 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐱
💙 Rex notices it accidentally at first. Maybe your sleeve rolls up, or your shirt shifts.
💙 The second he realizes it’s the 501st blue specifically? He just freezes for a second.
“You… did that for us? For me?”
💙 He tries to stay composed, but his ears are definitely red.
💙 Secretly feels honored beyond words because Rex carries a lot of responsibility for his men. Seeing someone willingly wear their colors feels deeply personal to him.
💙 If the tattoo includes his jaig eyes somewhere? Congratulations, you broke him.
💙 He absolutely kisses the tattoo at some point when you’re alone together.
💙 Suggestive side? He’s 100% the type to run his fingers over it slowly while looking at you like you’ve personally ruined his self-control.
💙 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬
💙 HE. LOSES. HIS. KRIFFING. MIND. LITERALLY.
“No way. No kriffing way.”
💙 He’s immediately bragging to Echo and Jesse that his girlfriend/boyfriend is officially cooler than all of them.
💙 Definitely asks a million questions:
🔹“Did it hurt?”
🔹“How long did it take?”
🔹“Was I there when you thought of it?”
💙 Emotionally? Fives acts cocky, but it hits him hard because clones rarely get things that are truly theirs.
💙 Someone choosing to permanently mark themselves with something tied to him and his brothers means everything.
💙 Absolutely kisses it dramatically in front of everyone just to embarrass you.
💙 Suggestive version:
🔹He gets very distracted by the tattoo during makeout sessions.
🔹Especially if it’s somewhere like your hip, thigh, ribs, or lower back.
🔹“Mesh’la, you can’t expect me to behave when you’ve got 501st blue right there.”
💙 𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨
💙 Echo reacts more quietly than the others.
💙 He just stares at it for a moment with this soft expression.
💙 Then he gently traces the lines with his fingertips.
“That’s permanent…”
💙 There’s something emotional about it for him because Echo values loyalty and commitment deeply.
💙 He’d probably ask if there’s a meaning behind the placement.
💙 If you say you got it because the 501st became your family too? Or he's very important to you? Yeah, he’s done. That man is in love forever.
💙 Suggestive:
🔹He’s very affectionate with it.
🔹Kisses against the tattoo while holding your waist? Absolutely.
🔹Echo is surprisingly intense when emotional intimacy is involved.
💙 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞
💙 As the king of tattoos himself, Jesse is OBSESSED.
💙 The second he sees it: “Marry me.”
💙 It doesn't matter if you've been a couple for a short or long time. He means it.
💙 He thinks it’s incredibly attractive that you chose something meaningful instead of just decorative.
💙 Definitely compares tattoos with you for an hour.
💙 He also becomes smug because now you “match.”
💙 If someone asks about your tattoo while Jesse is nearby? Oh he’s answering before you can. “Yeah, that’s 501st blue.”
💙 Proud boyfriend energy activated.
💙 Suggestive:
🔹LOVES touching it absentmindedly.
🔹Especially while cuddling or when you’re sitting in his lap.
🔹He definitely thinks it’s hot seeing his colors on you.
💙 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞
💙 SCREAMING. No, seriously. He screaming.
💙 This man acts like you just declared yourself the coolest being in the galaxy.
💙 He immediately wants matching tattoos.
💙 Probably tries to convince Fives and Jesse to get another one too.
💙 Hardcase is extremely physically affectionate already, so he’s constantly showing it off:
🔹arm around your waist
🔹pulling you close
🔹“Look! She/He loves the 501st!”
💙 Underneath the chaotic energy, though, he’s genuinely touched.
💙 Clones don’t often get reassurance that they matter outside the battlefield.
💙 This would mean a lot to him emotionally.
💙 Suggestive:
🔹He’s shameless.
🔹If the tattoo is somewhere hidden, he thinks knowing it’s there is ridiculously attractive.
🔹“That’s my favorite tattoo in the galaxy.”
💙 𝐊𝐢𝐱
💙 Kix first reacts like a medic.
🔹“Was the equipment sterile?”
🔹“Did it heal properly?”
💙 Then five seconds later he realizes how sweet it is and melts internally.
💙 He’s secretly very sentimental.
💙 I can see him gently pressing his forehead against yours after seeing it.
“You really care about us/me that much, huh?”
💙 He probably teases you about becoming honorary 501st.
💙 Suggestive:
🔹Kix absolutely enjoys seeing it when patching you up after missions.
🔹He’ll brush his fingers near it very intentionally while pretending to focus on medical work.
🔹Smug medic behavior. (wink wink 😏)
💙 𝐓𝐮𝐩
💙 Tup gets so soft about it.
💙 Like genuinely emotional.
💙 He’d smile at it every single time he sees it.
💙 Probably kisses it absentmindedly without even realizing he’s doing it.
💙 If the tattoo symbolizes loyalty/family?
💙 Tup is absolutely tearing up a little.
💙 He’d quietly admit that nobody has ever done something like that for him before.
💙 Suggestive:
🔹Tup is tender rather than bold.
🔹Lots of soft touches and kisses against the tattoo while cuddling in bed.
🔹He treats you like something precious.
💙 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐦𝐚
💙 Dogma.exe has stopped working.
💙 He genuinely doesn’t know how to process someone voluntarily marking themselves with battalion symbolism.
💙 At first he’s stunned silent. Then: “…why?”
💙 Once he understands it’s because you care about the 501st and him?
💙 He becomes incredibly protective afterward.
💙 Dogma rarely feels personally chosen or prioritized, so this hits hard.
💙 He’d probably stare at the tattoo when he thinks you’re not looking.
💙 Suggestive:
🔹VERY flustered.
🔹If the tattoo is in an intimate spot, he cannot maintain eye contact.
🔹But once he gets comfortable? He becomes unexpectedly possessive and affectionate about it.
How they supported you during the Great HoloNet Crisis: 501st Edition
Rex: cleared your task schedule for the day, brought dinner to your quarters, and helped you form a strategy for what you would do if The Problem didn't get fixed.
Fives: told you jokes until he finally got you to laugh, then put on your favorite holovid and cuddled you in the common room.
Echo: offered, with total sincerity, to slice the servers and revert the changes. He could have done it, too.
Kix: asked when was the last time you drank water (you didn't remember). Handed you a bottle of water. Asked when was the last time you ate anything (last night). Handed you a ration bar. Waited patiently while you finished both, then pulled you into the longest, tightest hug of your life.
Jesse: insisted that some fresh air would make you feel better. Commandeered a speeder bike and took you on a tour of his favorite parts of the planet. It was a bunch of farms.
Tup: showed up in your quarters with blue milkshakes (where did he even find ice cream?), then built a blanket fort where the two of you could hide together until the galaxy felt a little less kriffy.
Dogma: held you on his lap and played with your hair while telling you that you're a good girl who deserves better.
Hardcase: nose kisses. So many nose kisses.
In honor of reblogs being great again, feel free to add your own headcanons for the 501st, the 212th, the Wolfpack, the Corries, the Bad Batch, or any other clones.
Warnings: PinV sex, fingering, oral sex (female & male receiving), anal sex, group sex, fluff, rough sex, spanking, dirty talk, praise, degradation, aftercare, 501st legion
Authour's Note: I don't know what to say about this one, I might have become possessed by the 501st, those boys just do something to me. Hope you enjoy!
When you had received word that your troopers would be arriving on Triple Zero for 2 weeks long rest, you had been ecstatic. It had been too quiet without your boys. Even though they had been away for a month, apparently General Skywalker had been called back by the Chancellor and the 501st were put on leave again. Not that you were complaining.
Lazing on one of the barrack bunks, freshly showered, you were lazily flipping through a book, trying to pass the time. When they returned, you knew Rex wouldn’t be with them, he would have to debrief first before coming to the barracks. Instead, you’d have the rest of your boys to entertain and look after. Stars! You had missed them.
The sound of the door opening had you flinging the book onto a cupboard next to the bed, and spinning around to see them piling in. However you didn’t get very far, as a heavy weight settled against your front, wrapping you up into large, strong arms.
“Hey Princess” you heard from the trooper and instantly knew who it was.
“Fives!” you chuckled, wheezing slightly as he still had his armour on. You could just make out the amused expression of Jesse and Hardcase as they stood at the bottom of the bed. Gently, you ran your fingers through Fives’ dark curls and felt him bury his face into your neck, his goatee tickling you slightly.
“Alright, let her breath!” Dogma grumbled, smacking at Fives’ foot as he passed and went to his own bunk. You sent him a thumbs up as Fives pushed himself up from you.
You couldn’t help but beam at the trooper, as he looked so excited to be back and see you once more. He cupped your face, brining you in for a kiss that had you clutching at his armour to steady yourself. His tongue slipped into your mouth, rolling playfully against yours before he pulled away.
“Missed you, Princess” he murmured, resting his head against yours.
“I missed you too” you replied, cupping his cheek and running your thumb against his sharp cheekbones.
“Yeah? That’s why you’re lying in my bed?” he grinned at you, running his fingers down your side.
“I switch bed every night” you rolled your eyes at him. Glancing behind him at the other troopers, you sent them a warm smile as well. “I missed all of you” you told them. You watched as your words hit the troopers, Tup blushed a lovely colour, Kix seemed to relax a little more, Dogma ducked his head – no doubt to hide his small grin, Hardcase let out a laugh and a hit to Fives’ shoulder that had him complaining and Jesse came over and pressed his lips to yours.
Warmth slid through you as Fives held you and Jesse kissed you. “We missed you too, pretty girl” he breathed, licking his lips after you parted from him.
“Rex still at command?” you wondered, as Fives seemed to have commandeered you for the moment. He scooped you up in his arms and pulled you into his lap as he sat against the top of the bed.
“Yeah, said he shouldn’t be too long” Jesse confirmed, beginning to take off his armour.
“More time for us, huh sweetheart?” Hardcase grinned, jumping onto Fives’ bunk. Hardcase ignored the ARC trooper’s complaints, and blocked a kick to his middle from Fives’.
“Play nice, or we won’t play at all!” you warned the pair of them before it could turn into a brawl. The rough and tumble of the 501st wasn’t new, and these fights never got out of hand enough for them to actually hurt the other, but it did often end up in accidents. Last time your caf mug had been shattered by Hardcase and he had received a lecture off Rex that wouldn’t soon be forgotten.
“Fine Princess” he grumbled, just as Hardcase shot you a salute and a wink.
Giggling, you leaned back into Fives’ chest, and pressed a kiss to the underside of his chin. His hand came to your bare thighs, squeezing them slightly as he held you tight. You hadn’t felt like getting fully dressed after your shower, there was no point when your boys were returning home.
Hardcase crawled in between your legs, gripping your chin lightly to turn you to face him. “Hey sweetheart, were you waiting for us?” Hardcase smiled, running his thumb over the line of your jaw. As you close your eyes and lean into his hand, he can’t help but fall even more in love with you. You’re always so sweet and wonderful to him and his vode.
“Course I was, handsome. It’s been pretty quiet around here without you on base” you chuckled, turning your head to press a kiss to his palm. Remembering that the ARC trooper underneath you was still wearing his armour, you turned around to shoot him a pointed look. “Go and get undressed, now!” you ordered, glancing down at his armour.
“Yes ma’am” he saluted, slipping out from underneath you to take everything off. He had just been so excited to be back and see you that everything else left his mind.
Hardcase chuckled, pulling you in for a passionate kiss that had you clutching at his blacks. Case wrapped an around around your waist, pressing you into him as his tongue slipped into yours playfully. He teased you and had you groaning against his lips, wanting more but he always pulled away, enjoying you chasing after his lips.
Slipping your hands underneath his top, you took in the way his skin felt like a warm fire underneath your hands, at how strong and amazing he felt. Gripping the hem of the shirt, you tugged it over his head, Case helping you get it off over his head and his arms.
When he was exposed to your ravenous eyes, you couldn’t help but grin. Hardcase was beautiful. His tattoo ran down the length of his neck, down around his pecs and around his nipples, running down the centre of his torso before dipping down beneath his blacks. You knew from experience just where Hardcase’s extensive tattoo ended.
Thankfully there was only a few bruises and a few new scars to add to his collection, but you ran soft fingers and gentle kisses over them anyway. It was something you did with all your boys. None of them had ever experienced a loving touch, most – if not all – of the clones were touch starved and you wanted to remedy that as soon as possible. ‘
“Like what you see, sweetheart?” he flirted, running a hand over your head as you kissed along his muscled abdomen.
“Always, trooper!” you replied, a wicked grin on your lips as you looked up into his beautiful brown orbs.
He chuckled, ducking down so he could kiss you once more.
Fives slid behind you, settling you back into his lap and he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck. His warm, broad, bare chest felt like a furnace against your back, but you couldn’t help but rock your hips backwards as you became lost to both Case’s and Fives’ kisses.
“I think we need this to come off, Princess. Wouldn’t want to tear another one of your pretty shirts, would we?” Fives breathed, trailing his hands distractingly up and down your arms.
Hardcase chuckled against your lips before pulling away, watching as Fives pulled your shirt up, leaving you fully exposed to his hungry eyes. “Wouldn’t be so bad if this was the sight we got to see everyday” Hardcase murmured, running a teasing thumb against your stiffening peak as the cool air of the barracks hit you.
“Agreed vod!” came the reply from somewhere over the opposite side of the room. You had a feeling it was Jesse that had said that.
Moaning at the way that Fives were pressed against you and the way that Hardcase continued to tease you. It felt natural to arch into Hardcase as he kissed down your body, paying close attention to the areas that you didn’t particularly like. It didn’t matter to any of them, they thought you were beautiful, stunning, kind, wonderful. They were determined to remind you of that every time this happened.
“Lean back sweetheart, let Fives make you feel good while I open you up for us” Hardcase murmured, sucking a mark on the soft skin of your hip.
You nodded, a whine caught in your throat as Fives’ large hands slid up your sides to your breasts, taking them in his hands and squeezing gently. His hot, talented tongue worked it’s way along your shoulder and neck, and you couldn’t help but tilt your head so he could have more space for him to play with.
“Such a good girl for us, Princess. Already know what to do to help us make you feel good” Fives praised, fingers teasing around your nipples but never actually playing with them.
You heated up at his praise, at the way that he was teasing you, touching you but not touching you where you really wanted him to. “Fives!” you whined, arching your chest into his hands and hoping he’d take the hint.
“Oh don’t worry, Princess. I’ll take care of you” Fives promised, smug lilt in his voice that you knew meant he was enjoying the way you reacted to him.
A thud sounded next to you and a boot landed next to Fives. Glancing up, you could see Kix was raising an unimpressed eyebrow at his brother. “We will take care of you” he corrected the ARC trooper.
“That’s what I meant” Fives rolled his eyes, nuzzling into your neck and dragging his lips against the column of your throat.
Sighing, you relaxed back into him, letting him put as many marks onto you as he wanted. You would wear them with pride.
However, your attention was brought back to the trooper between your legs, as he hooked his talented fingers underneath your panties and tugged them down your legs. The speed that he did had you blinking at him in shock, as he threw them onto his bunk. “Those are mine” he claimed, before gripping your knees and spreading your legs wide for him.
“Kriff, Case!” you cursed, as the sudden feeling of being exposed to him and the room at around him without warning.
“Sorry sweetheart, but kriff! You look amazing! Should see how wet she is” he murmured, pressing an apologetic kiss to your inner thigh as he got himself comfortable on his stomach. He let out a stifled moan as he stared at your opening. The glistening petals of your entrance was sticky with your arousal, slightly puffy from the rush of blood that pulsed in your aching core.
Before you could reassure him that you wasn’t really upset, he had taken one of your folds into his mouth, sucking the slick that coated them and moaning at the taste. Running his tongue over each one in turn, he groaned at the taste of you flooded his mouth. The enthusiasm and boundless energy that he normally carried with him was put to good use as he wrapped his arms around your thighs and tugged you closer to him.
Crying out, you hooked your arm behind Fives’ neck, trying to keep yourself grounded as you bucked your hips up into Case’s mouth. “Fuck! Fuck! Oh! Please ‘Case!” you whined, running your hand over his bald head and trying to tug him to your pulsating clit. It was begging to be touched, to be sucked into that warm, wet heat. But he was purposefully ignoring your little bud, instead focusing on tasting every bit of you, licking into your cunt and hissing curses against you.
It was almost with relief when Fives turned your head so he could press his lips against yours. He licked into your mouth, the angle a little awkward but you didn’t care. His tongue flicked over the roof of your mouth, and he chuckled slightly at the little moan that he swallowed from your mouth. One of his talented hands came to squeeze and massage at your breasts, thumb rubbing along the pebbled bud.
Arching up into his chest, it felt maddening, having both Hardcase and Fives strum your pleasure along between them. They played you like a well practised instrument, both of them pushing you higher and higher, encouraging you to feel everything they were doing to you. Fives twisted your nipple sharply, just as Hardcase took your clit into his mouth and sucked harshly on it.
“CASE!” you cried, writhing against him, nails digging into his shoulder as the white hot pleasure began to build and build.
However, Fives weren’t too keen on letting you get away with him, as he wrapped his arm around your middle, keeping you still against his chest. He trailed his lips down the line of your neck, groaning at how wonderful you smelt. He had missed you so much. The ARC trooper laughed slightly at the small growl that left you at not being able to writhe as much as you wanted.
“Keep still for us Princess” he said the words into the heated skin of your neck, brushing your hair back away from your sweaty forehead and temple. Feeling you relax slightly in his arms, he began to work on a few marks that would come up beautifully by tomorrow.
“Fives!” you moaned, running your hand up to his scalp and tugging at the dark curls there. It felt so good to have both of their tongues on you, feel the way that they looked after you and gave you such pleasure, even after surely feeling exhausted coming back from deployment. They were so good to you.
“Now those are some lovely noises you’re making, cyar’ika” Kix praised from across the room.
From your blurry vision, you saw that he and Jesse was at the perfect vantage spot on the bud opposite. They had a perfect view of your cunt being eaten by Hardcase, as well as the way you were displayed for all to see across Fives’ chest. The thought had you arching even more, wanting to put on a good show for them.
“I’ve only heard those noises coming from the lower level brothels, vod. Guess our brothers must be treating you right, pretty girl, huh?” Jesse’s voice replied, gaze dark and hungry as he took you in.
Flushing at his words, you buried your head as much as you could into Fives, more slick escaping you at the rush of embarrassment and excitement that rushed through you.
Fives tutted, hand sliding up your chest and your neck to your jaw, gripping slightly and pulling you away from him. He forced your eyes back on Jesse’s who looked even more handsome than normal. The way he was looking at you, like you were his next meal had your thighs quivering at the thought.
“No, Princess, don’t hide. Jesse asked you a question, think you can answer it?” he chided, nibbling at your ear.
Shuddering, you nodded, looking at the ARC trooper in front of you. You brain wracked for what he wanted you to say, your thoughts scattering at every twist of your nipple and suck of your clit. Jesse raised an eyebrow and you remembered what he wanted.
“So good, they treat me so… oh! Case! Treat me soooo good” you hissed, eyes slamming closed at the way Hardcase grazed his teeth lightly over your clit. It had you clinging onto his shoulder and throwing your head back against Fives. “Need more. Please, ‘Case… use your fingers” you begged, bucking your hips up into his mouth.
Hardcase chuckled against you, burying his face further into your cunt and gathering your juices on his tongue. The vibrations had you gasping, a painful tug on Fives’ hair and a warning growl from the ARC trooper and Hardcase pulled away with a smug look spread across his pretty face. “Whatever you command, sweetheart!” he promised, before sucking two fingers into his mouth and covering them generously before pressing one of his fingers inside of you.
The sensation of him filling you after so long had your eyes slamming closed and your breath stuttering in your chest. His fingers were thick and long, perfect and just what you needed after so long away from them.
“Kriff, so tight sweetheart. Gonna have to open you up if we’re gonna have some fun” he grinned up at you, mouth covered in slick and eyes dancing in delight at the feel of your walls clutching around his finger. You were so warm and wet, but he knew he’d have to open you up more if you wanted to enjoy the night with his brothers and him.
“Please!” you gasped, hooking your legs around the small of his back and digging your heels into him.
A sharp nip at your shoulder had you whimpering, and you turned to pout up at a mischievous looking Fives. “Haven’t forgotten me, Princess? Look how well you’re taking Hardcase’s fingers. Can’t wait to see you taking out cocks. Never gonna be empty for long. Always going to have our cum or our cocks in you, Princess” he whispered filthily into your ear.
Nodding, you squirmed at that, desperately wanting that as well. You could just imagine how ruined you would be by the end of the night. Pulling him closer to you, you pressed a string of kisses along his jaw and to the corner of his mouth.
“Kiss me, please?”
Fives grunted, and you could feel the way his cock twitched against you at your request. He wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours, prying your lips open for a dirty kiss, not leaving any space in between you. He kissed you like you were the only oxygen he would ever need, and honestly you felt the same, unable to think at the high that was racing towards you. It was almost too distracting, just catching when Hardcase pushed two fingers inside of you, stretching you out.
Fives hissed, resting his forehead against yours and panting heavily against you. “Such a good girl for us” he whispered, hips bucking up into your ass. You beamed at the praise, nuzzling into him and drawing him in for another kiss, guiding his hands back to your breasts.
Hardcase looked up and grinned, noticing the way you and his brother became lost in each other. He enjoyed watching you with his brothers nearly as much as he did when he was the one making you cum. Changing the angle of his fingers entering inside of you, he searched for that spot that always made you cum around him. It took a couple of tries before he found it, as you pulled away from Fives with a loud shout, hips almost coming off the bed if it wasn’t for the hand that Fives pinned you down with.
Smirking at your reaction, he slid another finger in, making sure to keep hitting that spot before he pulled your clit into his mouth, suckling down on your bundle of nerves at the same time as he rubbed at the spot inside of you.
Feeling more arousal leak down onto the bed underneath you, your core tightened and you knew that it wouldn’t take much more before you found your release. But it wasn’t what you wanted, you wanted to feel them first. Feel their cocks inside of you and cum around them, clenching and milking them for all it was worth.
“No, no, please. Want to cum with you inside me, please!” you begged, pushing Hardcase away from your pulsing core. He instantly moved away, stroking down your thighs soothingly as he listened to your words through heavy pants.
“Of course sweetheart” he nodded, before glancing up at Fives. “Mouth or pussy, vod?” he asked, hearing the hitch in your breath at the way he spoke about you.
Fives gave a little nip to the hinge of your jaw before pulling away. “You’ve just tasted this sweet little hole, ‘Case. I think it’s only fair if I get to feel Princess around me” Fives bargained, nuzzling into the space underneath your ear before sliding out from underneath you.
Hardcase came to the top of the bunk, gathering your pillows and helping to put them under your head for support. He sent you a wink as you lined up perfectly with the hard on that he was supporting under his blacks. Chuckling, you teasingly ran his fingers across the edge of his blacks, leaning forward to lick at the bronze skin above your fingers. He let a spluttering gasp, hips bucking forward at your touch.
“Eager aren’t we, vod?” Fives snickered, poking at Hardcase’s back and causing him to roll his eyes at his older brother.
“Like you aren’t?” he retorted, eyes flickering to the tent in Fives’ blacks.
“Who wouldn’t be?” Fives murmured, running his hands up your quivering thighs. He let out a little groan as your legs widened slightly at his touch, beckoning him closer to you.
You helped pulled Hardcase’s blacks down, his cock popping out of it as soon as the material was gone. You groaned, seeing the angry, red head bobbing in front of you. “So perfect” you whispered, tracing the lines of his tattoo down past his navel and to the base of his cock where it ended.
“Sure you want this, sweetheart?” he checked in, cupping your cheek and brushing his thumb over the apple of your cheeks.
Smiling softly at the care and devotion they all had for you, you nodded and kissed his palm. “I’m sure, Case. I always want you” you confirmed, hoping your sincerity shone through enough to reassure the trooper.
“Always want you too love. You’re so beautiful, and kind and wonderful. We’re so kriffing lucky to have you” he groaned, as you trailing your fingers around the base of his cock and through the dark, wiry hairs there.
Hardcase straddled your shoulders, making sure that he didn’t put any weight on you in case he hurt you. His cock bobbed in front of your face, and you couldn’t help yourself, you licked a broad stripe along the underside of his length.
Hardcase let out a long, deep moan, hands coming to land on the wall behind you. He bit his lip and looked down at you with glazed eyes. He was always so responsive to your touch. Stroking your hands up his thick, powerful thighs, you swirled your tongue around his tip, collecting his arousal on your tongue. Making sure to keep eye contact with him, you stuck out your tongue, showing the few drops collected on there before swallowing them down.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you should be illegal” he rasped out, reaching out to rub his thumb over your lips. Winking at him, you took his thumb into your suck, lathering attention on it and sucking on the calloused pad.
However, a startled gasp fell from you, as you felt Fives’ cock run up and down your folds, collecting your juices and covering himself in them before he entered you. “Ready for me, Princess?” Fives asked, squeezing your thigh.
Even though you couldn’t see Fives around Hardcase’s bulk, you reached past him to try and grab a hold of some part of Fives. You felt his hand entwine with yours, squeezing your fingers softly in between his own. “Yes, I’m ready for you” you sighed, a soft smile sliding along your face.
You felt Fives’ cock notch at your entrance, the tip of him just about pressing in. Slowly, and with no doubt a lot of restraint from you both, Fives pushed inside of you. He cursed at the delicious – too hot—so wet feel of your walls around him as they clutched at his length. He stretched you open, rubbing soothing circles on your thighs and hips as he kept going until he was all the way inside of you.
Releasing a shaky, hot breath over the hard length in front of you and causing Hardcase to grunt, you gripped the bedsheets beneath you, trying to steady yourself at how good it felt to be filled by the ARC troopers.
When you had settled down, you let out a small whine. “You can move” you told him, before turning your attentions back to Hardcase. He had been so patient, waiting for you to adjust to Fives’ cock before you took him in your mouth.
Gripping the base of Hardcase’s cock to steady it, you kitten licked the tip, causing delightful grumbles to echo in the trooper’s chest. The deep, pleasurable noises caused you to flush even more, and you felt the orgasm that had been pushed away before start to build once more. Hearing and seeing how good you made your boys feel always made you feel special and had you wanting to give them everything.
Pumping and twisting at the base, you took the head of him in your mouth, moaning at the taste of him. Hardcase groaned, sliding his hand into your hair. He didn’t pull or direct your mouth, instead he kept his hand there – comforting and reassuring. Whatever you wanted to do, he was happy with. Kriff, you loved this man so much!
As Fives’ pace increased, you tried to match it as you bobbed your head up and down Case’s length, taking more and more of him in with each downward sweep. However it was hard to concentrate, especially as Fives kept tilting his hips up, trying to find that spot inside of you that would have you writhing on his cock.
“Good girl, taking us so well. How does she look, Case?” Fives called to his vod’ika.
“Like a dream” Hardcase mumbled, enjoying the flush working it’s way across your face at his words and the way you tried to take him deeper into your throat.
Your hands came up to pump the bit of his shaft that couldn’t fit in your mouth and the other to his balls, rolling them in your hand and squeezing gently.
Fives tapped on Hardcase’s shoulder and the other trooper nodded, withdrawing from your mouth with a muffled curse.
“Do you think you can take me in here, sweetheart? I promise, if you want me to stop then all you have to do is tap my thigh 3 times” Hardcase told you, almost getting distracted from your slick, swollen lips.
“Okay, tap 3 times on your thigh” you confirmed, knowing that he was checking in on you because they were going to ramp up the intensity.
“Perfect, perfect girl” Fives praised, landing a kiss over your heart. You beamed at the affection from them.
Hardcase cupped your cheeks, never gripping on to you too strongly as he guided your mouth back down his length. “Alright, sweetheart, take a breath” he instructed. As you did, you were prepared for him to thrust inside of you, pushing down your throat. You squeezed his thighs to keep you grounded as he began to thrust his cock inside of you. At the same time, you felt Fives increase his pace, fingers coming to rub at your bundle of nerves.
It had you writhing, trying to buck your hips into Fives’ thrusts and keeping still enough for Hardcase to take over fucking your mouth. Whining around Case’s cock and squeezing down onto Fives’ had them both letting out stilted curses and growls, both of them becoming lost in the feel of you around them. But they still kept in time with each other, every time Fives thrust into you, Hardcase did the same, pressing further into your mouth.
The effect had you feeling light headed, stretched around them both and unable to do anything but take it. The only sign of your pleasure was in the way you squeezed Hardcase’s thighs and wrapped your legs around Fives’ waist, tugging him deeper inside of you with your heels.
As they continued to thrust inside of you, the wave of pleasure built and built and you know your release was close. It felt overwhelming, the two of them fucking you after so long with them not being here. It was almost too much. Tears began to run down your cheeks and Hardcase stilled but you shook your head, closing your eyes and taking him back into your mouth.
“That’s it, sweet, beautiful girl. Taking us so well, Maker you feel so good!” Hardcase whispered in awe, stroking away the tears that was falling.
“Can’t last… need you to cum for us” Fives grunted, hips beginning to stutter but he was determined to have you cumming first. He rubbing his fingers around your clit just right, making sure to thrust up into the spongy part of your walls.
It was just what you needed as you felt them push you over the edge, your release washing over you and having you shuddering against them. Your muscles clutched and clenched around Fives’ cock, and it was enough to send him over as well, shouting out your name in the barracks as he filled you with his cum.
Hardcase gritted his teeth, trying to hold on as you began to come round from your own release. He pumped his length a few times, and you stuck out your tongue, just like you did before. He growled out your name, thick white ropes of cum spurting against your tongue before you swallowed his release.
Both troopers collapsed next to you, bundling you up in their arms.
“Kriff, that’s the best welcome home present ever” Fives breathed, chest heavily slightly as he began to calm down.
“Yeah, it’s definitely one reason for us to keep fighting to come back to you” Hardcase agreed, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head into your chest.
“Glad I could help… and if it keeps you coming back to me” you murmured, heart clenching slightly at the very real possibility that some of your boys wouldn’t always be coming back to you. It had you burying your head into Fives’ neck and he pressed a soothing hand to the back of your head, keeping you against him as he kissed the top of your head in comfort.
When you had regained your breath, you sat up slightly, much to Hardcase’s annoyance, and spotted Tup sitting in his bunk. He was dressed in only the bottom half of his blacks, although he was supporting a very telling bulge in them. His lovely, warm, tanned chest was on full display and you struggled to not lick your lips at the sight of him. But he was reading his datapad, content to wait until you were ready for him. As you watched him, he kept pushing falling strands of hair away from his eyes, huffing in frustration.
Pushing yourself up, you wanted to take care of your adorable, handsome trooper. Kix passed you, giving your cheek a quick kiss before his hands squeezed your ass cheeks, and sending you over to his vod’ika.
“Here, it might be better to just take it down. You’re able to relax now, sweet boy” you suggested, sitting on his bunk.
“It’s annoying” he frowned, pushing another lock of hair away from his eyes.
“Let me?” you asked quietly, resting a hand on his knee. This was a request, he didn’t have to if he didn’t want to.
Grinning, he pressed a kiss to your other cheek and sat on the floor between your legs. Rolling your eyes at him, you grabbed his pillow and handed it to him. You didn't want him to be uncomfortable. He muttered a quiet thank you, cheeks tinting pink at the casual display of care and love you gave him before he got comfortable on the pillow.
Smiling softly, you began to gently tug Tup’s hair out of his bun, letting the long curls free from their prison. He let out a soft moan at the feel of his hair finally coursing down his back. Carefully, you combed your fingers through his hair, untangling any knots you found and smoothing them out.
“Do you want me to braid it for you?” you murmured, running your fingers through your hair as you tightened your legs around him.
“Maybe later before we go to sleep” he suggested softly, pressing a kiss to your knee. Humming in agreement, you helped massage his tense shoulders, feeling them relax under your careful but forceful touch.
“Hey, how come we didn’t get massages?” Fives complained, lounging on his bunk with Hardcase.
“Because Tup is her favourite and the baby of the company” Jesse smirked, leaning his elbow against Kix’s bed. The trooper in question shoved him off his bed, just as Tup scowled at his ori’vod.
“I’m not the baby, I’m not even a shiny any more! Dogma and I were from the same batch!” Tup protested, pointing over to Dogma who was watching you with lust-filled eyes.
Sending Dogma a wink, you watched as he blushed and rolled his eyes. “Actually, I was decanted before you, vod” Dogma reminded him. There was snickers and laughter from the rest of the men at that and Tup just huffed.
“Ignore them, love. They’re just jealous because you are actually my favourite” you grinned at him, helping him to his feet and ignoring the ruckus that comment caused. Pulling him down onto the bed beside you, he sent you a small smile of gratitude before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and bringing you closer to him.
Tup pressed small kisses along your jaw, over your cheeks and nose, one on the corner of your lips and then finally a teasing kiss to your lips.
Sighing, you let yourself become lost in his lips and the way they were stoking the fire inside of you once more. He didn’t seem to mind that you had just taken Hardcase into your mouth and swallowed down his cum. In fact, as you moaned and pressed your chest against his, hands slipping over his broad shoulders and the warm expanse of his back, you felt him deepen the kiss even more, almost like he was trying to absorb your very being into him.
Tugging back as oxygen became more crucial to you, he sent you a charming smile and a heated look. It was a very good look on him, and you helped guide him up the bed, making sure he was comfortable on his pillows that you collected from the floor, before straddling his hips.
“You look gorgeous like that, baby” Dogma called from the opposite bunk.
“Yeah” Tup breathed, hands coming to land on your waist and steadying you against the bulge you were pressing down on.
Turning around and sending Dogma a quick smirk, you knew it wouldn’t be long before Dogma got his time with you. The man was always so worked up but didn’t like to give into his desires too soon. Trying to prove to others the control he had over himself. Oh well, you knew just how to get him to let go.
Returning back to Tup, you leaned forward and cupped his cheeks, running your gaze over the handsome trooper. Tup was beautiful, his handsome face and enchanting and charming eyes always made your heart flutter. Tracing the teardrop under his eye, you watched as Tup’s eyes closed and a sigh escaped through his parted lips. Absolutely stunning.
As you lay kisses along his jaw, and down his neck, you slid your hands up and down his chest, feeling the scars that he had already accumulated at his time as a soldier. Your mouth followed your fingers, pressing soft kisses and gentle licks to his scars until Tup was whining softly, his hips rising up to meet yours.
There was a new one on his lower hip, just before the waistline of his blacks, and you frowned, hand raised to touch it as you slid down his body, but you were unsure whether you could touch it. It looked pink and raised, very early on in the healing stage by the look of it. He could have even gotten it in the last battle. The thought made you feel sick at the thought of losing Tup, of losing any of your boys.
“It’s alright mesh’la, caught a bit of debris, Kix fixed it up for me” Tup assured, hands skimming over your shoulders and through your hair, pushing it back away from your face.
“He’s right, we got to him as quick as we could. Tup’s a fighter” Kix reassured, leaning down from his bunk above.
You sent him a small grateful smile in relief before turning your attentions back to your trooper. “Does it still hurt?” you asked Tup, heart aching at the thought of causing him more pain.
“No, I promise mesh’la, I’m all healed up” he soothed, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead.
“Alright, my love. How do you want me tonight?” you asked him, a sultry lilt to your voice and a wicked gleam in your eye. You ran your nails down his covered thighs, dragging your nails back up to repeat the motion.
Tup let out a broken moan, thighs tensing under your hands as he bit his lip to muffle any more noises. “Can-Can I have your mouth mesh’la?” he breathed, tongue coming out to wet his lip.
You couldn’t help but follow his movement, wanting to feel that against your own. Leaning up, you hovered over him, nuzzling your nose with his. Closing your eyes at the sweet moment, you rested your head against his. “Of course you can, my sweetest boy” you cooed, before licking into his mouth and feeling that tongue against yours.
Tup moaned, tugging you down onto him and wrapping you in his arms. He ran a hand up your naked back, before gripping your neck and tilting your head to better kiss you. He latched onto your lip, grazing it with his teeth before swallowing your moans.
Pulling back, chest heaving with every breath you took, you shot Tup a playful look before kissing down his body, sucking on his nipple. Hearing his soft groans, you couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself for every noise and twitch of Tup’s cock beneath his blacks as it pressed into your stomach.
Once you were satisfied with the mark that you had made on Tup’s chest, you worked your way down, until you reached his blacks. Grinning up at him, you licked a stripe along his happy trail before reaching to undo his blacks.
Tup lifted his hips to help you push them down and he chuckled slightly at the way you tugged them off and threw them behind you. It was like they had personally offended you and you needed them to be as far away as possible from you.
Forever grateful that the GAR didn’t issue underwear to their troopers, you crawled back up Tup’s leg, hearing the strangled groan that he let out at the sight of you and the feel of your breasts along either side of his leg. His hand reached out to cup your breast, giving them a quick squeeze that had heat shooting down to your core. You hadn’t realised how slick you were down there, especially after taking Fives’ cum inside of you. But the warmth that spread through you was all for Tup.
“Mesh’la” he smiled, pinching your nipple.
You couldn’t help but moan at that, chest arching into his hold. They were still sensitive from Fives’ hand and fingers. But you wanted to see your sweet boy cum and lose control.
So you settled between Tup’s legs, unable to help sigh at the way his cock bobbed at your attention. He was just the first size, not too thick but with a lot of length behind him. It was always a struggle to take Tup, but kriff it was worth it.
Taking his heavy cock into your hand, you mouthed around his base, letting your saliva run into the dark, course hair at the base of his cock. He groaned at the feeling of some slipping down to his balls.
Grinning at the response, you began to twist and pump your hand, working him up as you pressed kisses along his groin. Maker, the sounds he let out was so hot, the short little huffs of breaths as he tried to control his breathing, the way he let out small groans that could barely be heard and the way he kept murmuring your name like a prayer.
“You can pull my hair, sweetheart” you reminded him, guiding his hand up to your head before swirling your tongue around his tip. Not giving him chance to reply or do anything, you took him in your mouth, fighting your gag reflex as you pushed yourself to take more of his length down your throat.
Tup whined, the hand tightening in your hair just to pull you up from him. “Don’t do too much, mesh’la” he reminded, shaking his head and sending you a concerned look.
“I want to choke on your cock, Tup. Will you let me?” you smirked, sliding your hand up and down his shaft, giving a little twist at the head.
Tup’s mouth feel open and he let out a loud groan, hips bucking up into your talented touch. “Yeah… yeah okay mesh’la. Whatever you want” he nodded, helping to guide you back down his cock.
As you took him into your mouth once more, you run soothing hands up and down his thigh, making sure that he knew you were alright every time he hit the back of your throat. Recalling an old trick your friend had once told you, you enclosed your fist around your thumb before sinking deeper onto Tup’s cock and bobbing your head.
“She looks perfect like that, she was made to be our barrack bunny.”
“Such a good little slut for us! Just look at the way her cunt clenches at that.”
“I think we’ve ruined her vods.”
“Good. She’s no one’s girl but ours.”
The words and the soft slick-slick of wet hands pumping their lengths made you whimper around Tup’s cock. His hand tightened in your hair briefly in reaction before relaxing once more. You couldn’t help but clench around nothing at the way they were speaking about you, and you ground your hips into the mattress, desperate for some relief. Shaking your ass at them, you hoped they would help you out, slide either their fingers or cock inside of you.
However, your troopers did nothing but laugh, and a quick smack landed on your ass. That was certainly Jesse, you could feel the sting and weight of his hand like a brand. Tup growled, hips bucking into you as he pulled you further down on his cock by the hand in your hair.
Massaging his balls in your hand, you could hear the way that Tup cried your name, hips pushing further into your mouth. Choking a little on him, you pulled back, taking a steadying breath before sliding back down his cock. Rolling his balls around in your hand, you continued to work your mouth on his cock, trying to take in as much as you can.
“Touch-touch yourself for me, mesh’la!” Tup ordered, and you whimpered around him, eager to follow his orders and make yourself feel just as good. When you ran a finger through your slick folds, you couldn’t help but groan at the feeling. You wanted to be filled again soon, wanted to feel another cock slide inside of you and take you. “Go on mesh’la, make yourself cum” he groaned, head thrown back as you felt his cock twitch in your mouth.
You could tell he was close, his cock getting bigger slightly, balls tightening and drawing up and his hips faltering. Tup tugged sharply at your hair, guiding you further down his cock until your eyes began to water. He cried out your name as he shot his load down your throat, instantly relaxing his hold as his release washed over him. Tup was always so considerate, always wanted to look after you and make sure you were comfortable.
So you weren’t surprised that when Tup had finished, he hooked his hands underneath yours and tugged you up along his body. A yelp escaped you but quickly turned into a groan as his softening cock brushed over your clit and through your folds.
His hands slipped in between you, circling at your entrance before two fingers slid inside of your dropping hole.
“TUP!” you cried, eyes squeezing shut as your pleasure sky rocketed at his touch. But Tup was determined to make you cum, not letting go of you until you were shaking against him, his hands twisting slightly and fingers curling to hit that spot.
“That’s it mesh’la, you’re perfect. Look so beautiful” he murmured hotly into your neck, as he helped shove you over the edge, your inner muscles clenching around him as his name echoed around the barracks.
As you panted against Tup’s chest, listening to his soothing words and his steadying heartbeat under your ear, you jumped at the door to the barracks opening. Tup stilled beneath you and you cracked an eye open to see that Captain Rex had walked into the room, still in his armour and helmet. He was back earlier than you had expected him to be.
A tension filled the air as everyone waited to see what Rex would do. Would he join in and skip the line, take you next? Or would he wait his turn, have you last so he could demonstrate just how much he could out do his brothers and have you shuddering around him?
“Well, looks like I got here just in time” he stated, taking his helmet off and spinning it around until he could place it under his arms. Rex examined the rest of the room, seeing the dishevelled look of Fives’ bed and the men resting on it. He noticed that all of them had their cocks out, pumping them as they watched the show.
Resting his helmet on a bunk, he came to crouch by the side of the bed, brushing your hair away from your sweaty forehead. “Hey cyare, have they been taking good care of you?” he asked, making sure that you were alright.
You sighed at the feeling of his glove covered fingers moving over your head, nodding to his question and nuzzling into his hand and wrist as much as you could.
Rex chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before gripping your chin and tilting you up to look into his eyes. “Have you been taking good care of them as well?” he inquired, lips twitching into a smirk at your nod. “Good girl” he cooed, swooping down to press a devastating kiss to your lips. It was full of passion and want as he worked his tongue against yours.
You couldn’t help but whimper, remembering that he could probably taste Tup and Hardcase in your mouth. Pushing yourself up from Tup’s chest, the trooper laying a steadying hand on your lower back, you reached out for Rex, wrapping your arms around him to pull him closer to you.
The Captain pulled away, leaving a chaste kiss on your lips before smiling. He unwrapped your arms from around his neck before kissing both of your wrists. “Look after my men, and then I’ll take care of you cyare” he promised, running soothing circles into your hands with his thumb.
Nodding your head, you couldn’t help but pout a little, wanting to feel Rex against you now that he was here.
“Think it’s our turn, vod” Jesse winked, scooping you up in his arms and falling back with you onto his bunk. You giggled, wrapping your arms around Jesse and burying your head into his neck. His hands slid down your back and squeezed your ass, spreading your cheeks to the cool air of the room.
The slick of your arousal and the feel of Fives’ cum leaking out of you had you twitching at the cool air hit you, making you grimace at the way it felt against your heated skin. Jesse grinned, pressing kisses to the hinge of your jaw and running soothing hands along your lower back before squeezing your hips.
The bed dipped and you felt a warm chest press against your back. You couldn’t help but smile, raising your hand to card across the short, cropped hair of Kix. The medic ‘s warmth soaked into you, making you feel so safe and cared for. As did all of your boys. But there was just something about the medic that screamed that he would take care of you, even if he had to sedate you to ensure it.
He kissed along your shoulders before sliding his hands up your back and to the nape of your neck. Tightening his grip, he pulled you away from Jesse’s talented mouth as he was sucking marks onto your neck, making sure to avoid the ones that his brothers had made. Kix turned you slightly until he was kissing you properly, lips moving against yours softly, letting you control the pace for a moment before he pressed harder against you. He drew your lip into his mouth, sucking on it slightly before pulling back.
Jesse beamed, enjoying seeing you with his brothers. Especially his best friend and brother. “Can I have a kiss, pretty girl?” he teased, running his thumb against your kiss swollen lips.
“When have I told you no?” you breathed, voice slightly rasping at the way your throat had been used and the way your own noises had escaped from you.
“Can always tell me no, pretty girl. You know that. Never want to do anything you don’t want” Jesse assured, running his nose along your cheek, eyes closed as he savoured your touch, the softness and sweet smell of you.
Chest tightening at just how much you loved him, you cupped his cheeks and harshly smashed your lips against his. Jesse’s gasp had you slipping your tongue into his, delighting at the playful way his tongue moved with yours. Jesse gripped your hips tightly, pressing you down onto his cock and moaning at the feel of your heat against him.
There was a sound of something being thrown and then a dull thunk as it landed on the bed next to you. You went to pull away from Jesse’s talented mouth, confused about that when a firm hand came to lay between your shoulder blades.
You flushed in embarrassment when you realised that both troopers were naked, their blacks chucked off a while ago. You had been too distracted with Tup to realise they had been undressing and Rex had taken over your thoughts when he had come in. Your thoughts became more hazy as Jesse made his way down your neck to your chest, biting marks and sucking purpling bruises on your pretty skin.
“Think you can handle this much, cyar’ika?” Kix frowned, pressing his hips into yours, his length slipping through your cheeks.
Blushing heavily, you couldn’t help but nod and reach back for the medic, even while Jesse began sucking on your tits. You wanted to reassure Kix, you could take them both like this tonight. It wasn’t something you always did, some of the times the men were content to keep just to your mouth and cunt, but tonight was special. You were welcoming them back from deployment. You wanted to feel them everywhere.
“I can… just go slow” you nodded, feeling Kix lean down and kiss your shoulder.
“Of course I will, cyar’ika. It’s been so long since you took us here. Have you been using the training plugs?” he shushed, soothing you gently as you let out a whine. Jesse ran his tongue over your nipple in apology of his rough treatment.
Kix’s question caused you to flush even more, and you couldn’t help but try to hide into Jesse’s broad chest.
“Ha! That means yes!” Dogma announced, and you could hear Kix’s chuckle from behind you.
“Don’t be embarrassed, cyar’ika. Shows what a good girl you are, following instructions even when we weren’t here. So proud of you” he cooed, running his hands soothingly up and down your sides. “It’s going to make this a bit easier for you, love” he muttered, hands pulling away to expose your tight hole to his eyes.
Gasping, you couldn’t help but press back into Kix, causing Jesse to buck into you, chasing your warmth against his length. The sound of a bottle opening and the sound of liquid spilling onto something had you biting your lip to stop the moan from escaping.
“Hey, pretty girl, look at me” Jesse requested, his tattoo scrunching up at the smile that was spread across his face. You returned it, eyes locking onto his own as you cupped his cheek. “Gonna take such good care of you” he vowed, before pulling you down for a heavy kiss.
For a few moments, you were distracted by the sounds and taste of Jesse kissing you, that you didn’t notice Kix spread your cheeks once more and pressed a very slicked up finger past the tight ring of muscles. Gasping, you clung onto Jesse, trying to think past the strange sensation of being opened up by someone other than yourself.
“Going to go slow, cyar’ika” he soothed, pouring more lube along the crack of your arse and letting it pool around his finger. Pulling out, he collected more lube and worked it around your tight hole. His finger pressed in again, pushing in deeper this time and it had you groaning, tensing up slightly. However both Kix and Jesse rushed to reassure you, pressing sweet kisses and soothing touches along your sides and back.
Jesse pulled you back towards him, one hand coming to cup your cheek and kiss you, the other slipping in between you and rubbing at your clit. The burst of pleasure helped in taking Kix’s finger all the way inside of you.
“I like opening you up like this, cyar’ika. Like knowing that I’m the one taking care of you like this, that you don’t have to worry about anything because I’ll always look after you, make you feel safe and good” Kix admitted, squeezing your thigh where it met your ass cheek.
Groaning, you clenched around the intruding finger and pushed back into him, moaning into Jesse’s mouth at the way his words echoed through you. Kriff, these men loved you so much! And Kix enjoyed opening your ass, because then he knew that you wouldn’t be hurt, would enjoy all your exploits because he had opened you up right. The competency of him and the way he protected you had a spark of lightning shoot through you to your core.
“Ohh, she likes that idea vod! Pretty girl shuddered like she was about to cum” Jesse chuckled, nipping at your jaw as he changed the pace of his fingers.
There was an answering huff of amusement from behind you and Kix leaned more into you. “Did you like that, cyar’ika? Like knowing how much I love you. Love keeping you close to take care of you. That’s why I won’t let any of my other medics attend you. Did you know that?” he mumbled to you, before slicking up his second finger and pushed that alongside his first finger.
The sound that left you sounded animalistic, and you didn’t know if it was because of Kix and his protective tendencies or the way it felt so good to have two of his fingers stretching your forbidden hole. Shaking your head, you clutched onto Jesse, feeling how your arousal was leaking out of you and down your thighs. No doubt Jesse could feel just how much this was turning you on.
“Nobody can treat you as well as I can. None of them know you like I do, what makes you smile or laugh in my med bay. What scares you when you’re getting treated. What makes you want to run and hide but don’t because you’re so brave. Like when you let me set that broken arm of yours. My brave, girl. I’ve seen battle-hardened troopers cry and flinch and scream at me setting a bone. But you were so brave” he whispered praise to you, and you couldn’t help but let out a little sob. It was so overwhelming to be caught in Kix’s love.
You remembered that day very well. You and Hardcase had been trying to prank Rex by dumping a bucket of glitter onto his head in his quarters. You had been up the ladder, balancing the bucket when you had lost your footing and fell back onto Rex’s desk, catching your arm on the corner. Hardcase had rushed you to Kix, as you sobbed into his shirt, trying to ignore the pain flaring in your arm. Kix had been so gentle and kind with you, never leaving you for longer than necessary to get the equipment that he needed. Even when he gave you a hypo of painkillers, he had been so soft with you, rubbing where he had stabbed you with it. Kix had told you everything he was doing, voice caring but firm. He had made the terrible experience so much better.
“Jesse!” you cried, staring into his oak-coloured eyes, begging him to quieten his brother.
“I know pretty girl, but we all love you so much. Do you want him to stop altogether or just get on with it?” Jesse asked, a playful tone to his voice but you knew the question was serious. Jesse brushed the tears away from your cheeks and gave you a soothing smile. Kix stopped his movements, waiting for your answer to Jesse.
“No, don’t stop! Just… no more” you pleaded, shaking your head.
“Hey, cyar’ika. I’ll stop, but can I still talk to you?” he inquired, resting a hand next to the both of you so he could look into your eyes.
Nodding, you pecked his lips and enjoyed the smile that brought out of him.
“One of these days, pretty girl, you’ll believe us when we say all these things” Jesse promised, returning back to his own touches of your clit. His other hand teasing your breasts.
Grunting at the feel of his fingers against your button, you bucked into him, whimpering at the way it sent you further down Kix’s fingers.
“Keep still, cyar’ika. We’ll take care of you, just be patient” Kix reminded, squeezing your hip to still you before twisting his fingers inside of you.
The moan that escaped you echoed around the barracks and had a hiss of a curse coming from Dogma and Rex. Both of them desperate to touch you while their brothers had already been satisfied. A second cry fell from your lips as Kix pushed a third finger inside of you, curling and scissoring them to spread you open for them.
“Kriff! I’m ready, please… I can take you” you whined, grazing your teeth across Jesse’s thick neck.
“You’re not ready until I say you’re ready” Kix chided firmly, making you pout.
Jesse smirked, tugging at your pouted lips. “It’s the medic in him” he teased you both, sending a smug look to his brother. You heard Kix grumble behind you.
“Now be a good girl and ride Jesse’s cock for me, yeah? He’s been ready to burst since you opened your pretty legs, cyar’ika” Kix ordered, squeezing the globes of your cheeks. And who was you to turn down an order.
“As if you haven’t!” Jesse scowled at his brother over your shoulder.
However, his ire was soon forgotten as he helped you to hover over him, Kix sitting on his haunches as he continued to open you up for them. Whimpering at the feel of them both, you tried to wiggle your ass for Kix, to encourage him to join in and fuck you. However, all you got was an unimpressed look shot your way and you huffed in annoyance.
“Don’t be a brat, cyare” Rex voice cut through your lustful haze. It had you wiping the pout off your lips and you leaned back to press a kiss to Kix’s chest, right above where his nipple was. It had the medic’s breath hitching and his cock twitched when you looked down.
Turning back around to your other handsome trooper, you couldn’t help but stare at him. Jesse was lounging back against the pillows, hand already busy.
“Think you can handle this much?” Jesse smirked at you, pumping his cock and letting his knuckles brush over your sensitive clit as you hovered over him.
Nodding, you bit your lip, taking in the way pre-cum beaded at the tip before sliding down his cock. You wanted to trace it’s path with your tongue, take him into your mouth and make him feel good. It was wonderful taking Jesse into your mouth, the man always gentle and encouraging as you slid his length down your throat, until he reached his end and he’d hold you down, nose pressed against the small curls at the base of his cock as he shot his load down your mouth.
Jesse must have seen the way you were looking at him because he chuckled, pulling his hand away from himself. “Not tonight, pretty girl. You can suck my cock tomorrow” he promised, leaning forward to press a kiss to your pouty lips.
As you kissed him, you reached down to steady his cock before you sunk down on him. Groaning at the stretch, you wrapped your arms around his neck, losing yourself in his kiss as you adjusted to his size. Jesse was a large man, with a thick powerful body that was mirrored in his cock. He was hot, heavy and pressed against your walls perfectly. Every time it took you a little bit to become used to his stretch.
Jesse was groaning against your lips, eyes squeezed shut and his Republic facial tattoo was scrunched up. It was a sweet, adorable look on him as he also got used to the tight, wet, heat of you surrounded him.
Thankfully Kix had stilled when you had sunk on Jesse’s cock, waiting for you both to be ready before he stretched you open further. When you began to rock against Jesse slightly, testing the way you felt, he began to rock his fingers against you as well, trying to keep to the same rhythm you were setting.
“Oh kriff, pretty girl. Feel like you’re going to swallow up my cock” Jesse hissed, hands settling on your hips to help you ride him up and down. With every ride and fall, you were also riding Kix’s hand as well, grinding down into both of them.
“So good! Feel so full” you groaned, reaching behind you for Kix, even as you kept one arm wrapped around Jesse’s broad shoulders. Kix leaned forward, growling softly at the way your fingers brushed against his tattoo at the side of his head. Your fingers able to tell the difference between the lightning bolts and the short dark hair that bristled against your fingertips as well.
“Lie down on Jesse’s chest, cyar’ika” Kix requested, running a hand up and down your side, enjoying the feeling of your sweat slicked skin moving against his own.
“Come here, pretty girl” Jesse grinned excitedly, pulling you down into him. He pressed a number of kisses along your cheeks and down to your neck. Giggling, you couldn’t help but kiss him back and try to mark his pretty bronzed skin.
When you heard the slick-slick noise of Kix fisting his cock and coating it in lube, it had you fluttering around Jesse, eager to have Kix in your ass.
“You should hurry up and get in our girl, Kix. She’s excited to have you in here” Jesse teased, fingers brushed around your lubed up hole.
“Jesse!” you huffed, flicking his nipple and making him yelp.
“I can’t wait to get inside of you either, cyar’ika” he promised, hand sliding to stroke across your back. “Take a deep breath for me, love” he directed, lining himself up before pushing into your tight ring of muscles.
Even though Kix had stretched you and made sure that you had lube leaking out of you, a cry still left your lips at the way Kix filled you up. All three of you let out broken noises as Kix slowly settled inside of you, pushing in only when you had relaxed around the part of his cock inside of you. Jesse could feel his brother through the thin bit of flesh that separated them. It had him clutching at you, bringing you even more into his chest as he tried to control himself. Kix couldn’t believe how tight you were still, even after opening you up himself. It always felt so good to take you here, the way your ass just seemed to want to draw him in with every thrust.
“Kriff! Kriff! Shit!” you hissed, trying to think past the thought of full-heat-pleasure that flashed through your head. Their cocks felt so heavy inside of you and it took everything you had to not shout at the feeling of them stretching you open and carving a place for themselves inside of you.
Finally, after a few minutes, the three of you had calmed down, breath settling and muscles relaxing enough that Kix and Jesse could begin to move.
“You ready, pretty girl?” Jesse asked, running a hand up the side of your thigh.
“I’m ready… you can move… please” you spluttered out, rocking back against them slightly. It had both Kix and Jesse letting out groans of pleasure, hands coming to squeeze you wherever they landed.
“Little minx” Jesse accused, brushing your hair away from your face as Kix’s hands settled on your hips. There was no doubt you’d have bruises there tomorrow. Not from the way all your troopers enjoyed holding you there.
Seemingly at a signal from the other, they both began moving in a co-ordinated rhythm, one pulled out and the other pushed in. Neither of them leaving you empty. Fives was right, you wouldn’t be empty at all tonight, either full of cock or cum.
Sighing, you settled your head on Jesse’s chest, taking in his soothing scents as they slowly moved inside of you, rocking you against Jesse’s chest in a way that sent lazy heat stirring through your stomach. Hearing a muffled groan, you fought against the pleasure washing through you to open your eyes.
Seeing the trooper opposite you, his hand pumping his cock, you could see just how hard he was, waiting his turn. The dusky pink head of his cock was turning awfully red, and there was already pre-cum leaking from the tip. Wanting to help him out as he patiently waited, you beckoned him over.
“Dogma… come ‘ere” you ordered, the words slurring slightly as Jesse hit a spot inside of you that had you clenching around him tightly. You groaned, head falling forward to land on Jesse’s collar and you nuzzled into his warmth.
You heard the bunk move, and two feet land on the barracks metal floor before walking over to you. Dogma appeared in your line of vision, kneeling on the bed next to Jesse’s side.
Panting heavily, body feeling like it was on fire by Jesse and Kix’s excellent rhythm keeping skills, you turned to him, noticing how tense he looked, brow furrowed and distorting his tattoo slightly.
“Want to make… you feel good” you breathed, reaching for his cock. It was standing proudly in front of you, and both yours and Dogma’s groans mixed as your hand slid along the silky, hard length and up to his slit. Gathering the arousal leaking out of him, you used it to spread it up and down his shaft.
“You do baby, always make me feel so good” he panted, jaw tensing as you pumped him leisurely, almost becoming lost at the hard thrust that Kix had given you. It pressed you further into Jesse’s chest, and Dogma groaned at the sight of you spread out for them.
“Fuck! Fuck! Kix! Jesse!” you cried, trying to push back into them and meet their thrust but Kix’s hands on your waist stopped you. Keeping you still and trapped between them.
Jesse shushed you softly, hand coming to grip at your shoulder blades and the other to the back of your neck as his hips slammed up into you. “Shh, you’re doing so well, pretty girl. Make the sweetest of noises. So beautiful, our girl. Our wonderful girl” he whispered softly into your ear, making sure to keep his touches light but his thrusts hard.
You squeezed around Dogma’s cock and he grunted, hand coming to guide yours against his length. Gasping out an apology, you loosened your hold but he just shook his head, leaning down to press a kiss to your open mouth.
“Alright baby, they’re making you feel so good, aren’t they?” Dogma soothed, licking into your lips and swallowing your shout as Kix placed a hand on your lower back, arching you up for them.
“Please, please, please” you cried, pleads coming out in a stream as your core tightened. The ache inside of you getting worse and you wished you could reach down to touch your clit as it begged for attention. You were so close, the both of them taking you and filling you so good as they pounded into you. Jesse’s hips shifted a bit and you let out a loud whine, nails clutching into Jesse’s chest at the way his cock rocked against your clit with every thrust in and out. It was just what you needed.
“Tell us what you want, cyar’ika. Ah! Kriff!” Kix moaned, gritting his teeth as he felt his own release approaching.
“Please let me cum, please” you begged, thoughts gone now. All you could focus on was the way that your holes clutched around them as they pulled out and swallowed them up when they slammed into you.
“Fuck! Such a good girl for us… ugh! Cum pretty girl, cum for us” Jesse hissed out, as he felt his balls tighten up and rise.
All it took was one, two more rough thrust into you and then you were screaming your release, your whole body tightening around them as wave after wave of white, hot, electric pleasure shot through you. It was all that Jesse needed, as his cock twitched inside of you, shooting his cum into your clenching channel. Kix cursed, flooding your ass with his cum as your tight muscles clenched around his cock, unable to move as your body shook with your powerful orgasm.
“Hey, ssh, you did so well. Taking us both together, you made us feel wonderful, cyar’ika” Kix whispered into you soothingly, his soft, praising words bringing you back to the present as you lay dazed in a warm, comfortable buzz.
“So perfect for us pretty girl. So special” Jesse added, massaging your shoulders and neck as his brother pressed kisses along your back.
Tension fled out of you and you were content to just lie in between them when you heard a shift to the side of you. Oh Dogma! You had left him with a painful hard on and had been wrapped around him. You hoped you hadn’t hurt him when you had reached your peak.
Flicking your eyes up at him, you were surprised to find that the man was looking at you softly, his cock still out red and swollen, but he looked at you like you were the only good thing in his life. “S’alright, baby. You looked so beautiful cumming like that, I nearly did as well” he soothed, stroking your hair back away from your face. Feeling like you were moving through treacle, you reached out for his cock but he shook his head, wrapping your fingers with his and placing them on the bed next to you. “No, not yet, baby. Rest first” he ordered you, voice gentle but firm.
“Get some water for her, vod’ika? I want to make sure she’s hydrated enough to continue” Kix instructed, looking at Dogma imploringly. Dogma grumbled at being the one to do it while his other brothers were lazing about after being seen to. But he did what he was told, because you probably did need some water.
“I’m fine!” you protested, although the point was probably lost as it came out in a rasp. Your throat dry from all the moans and noises you had been making. You didn’t need to look at Kix to know he was wearing a smug look on his pretty face.
A chuckle from the other bunk had you turning to scowl at the trooper, but stopped when you saw Rex smiling lovingly at you. It always made you feel so content to see Rex smile, he didn’t do that nearly enough because of this war. It was always a sight to see when he did.
“Don’t argue with a medic, cyare” Rex advised, his kind, brown eyes shining with affection.
“Yeah, he hurts!” Fives complained from his freshly laundered bunk. You noticed him and Tup were cuddling together, Hardcase at their feet as they all relaxed and either watched you or were on their datapad.
“Shut up vod!” Kix growled, before sending Dogma a grateful look as he came back with a glass of water for you. “Here, sit up, cyar’ika. Let Dogma help you” Kix encouraged, helping you to sit up slightly so Dogma could tip water into your mouth.
The coolness of the water soothed your throat, and you couldn’t help but sigh in relief, reaching for the glass to get more. However Dogma stopped you, steadying you before he tilted the glass some more. These boys took such good care of you. Pulling away after nearly finishing the glass, you did feel better and you let out a purr of happiness as Jesse kissed your chin.
Nodding, you let out a muffled groan at the feeling of first Kix slipping out of you and then Jesse pulling out of you. Grimacing, you clenched around the feeling of his cum leaking out your pussy, the slickness mixing with your own cum and arousal.
“Thank you, pretty girl, you’re so wonderful” Jesse mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before he slid out from underneath you. Groaning, you collapsed onto the bed, feeling Kix trail a soothing hand down your back before getting off the bed also.
You felt so wet and sore in a good way, and you knew it was going to continue. Your holes felt well used and you could only imagine what the apex of your legs looked like. The petals of your opening all swollen and puffy from use, covered in slick and cum and quivering slightly at the cool air hit your sensitive core.
“Hmm, you look so good like this, baby” Dogma breathed, fingers trailing a path from your ankle all the way up your leg until they stopped just before touching your groin. Sighing at his teasing touch, you opened your legs wider, hoping it would encourage him to keep going. But all he did was groan and kneel in between your spread legs.
“Can I take you like this?” he asked, hands coming up to your cheeks and spreading them to stare at your puffy hole.
“Please” you nodded, pushing back into his hands and feeling the stirrings of warmth begin again in your stomach.
Dogma ducked his head, licking a strip from your clit to your entrance, collecting all the mess that had been left behind and pushing it back inside of you with his broad tongue.
“Oh, Dogma!” you gasped, shocked at the move but nonetheless happy to have his mouth on you. You rocked back into him, as he kitten licked at your opening, teasing you and sending burst of pleasure to your clit. His thumb brushed lightly against your swollen clit and you buried your head into the pillows to muffle the noises that came from you.
However he pulled away before too long and you couldn’t hide your noise of disappointment. He chuckled, running his hands up and down your flank, before spreading your cheeks and touching the puckered entrance of your ass. It was still slick with lube and he let out a content groan.
“Okay, baby?” he checked in, squeezing your waist lightly to get your attention.
“Yeah, yeah I’m good. Don’t stop” you assured, closing your eyes in bliss.
Dogma reached for the bottle of lube, squirting some on his cock and letting out a hiss at the cool temperature against his heated skin. Making sure he coated himself enough so he wouldn’t hurt you, he nudged your legs a bit wider. His hands returned to your hips and he pulled them back to him, lifting you up onto your knees with your torso pressed to the mattress.
Unable to stop the moan that escaped you at hid manhandling and the position he put you in, you clutched tightly onto the pillows, almost giddy at the way he would take you like this.
You felt the press of his cock nudge at your tight entrance and you relaxed as much as possible, taking a deep breath in and nodding your consent. When he began to push in, it had you scrambling for the pillow. Your entrance was aching after Kix’s rough taking but it still felt so good, just the right edge of pleasure-pain at the way Dogma stretched you as he entered you.
When he had pushed all the way in, Dogma stopped, running soothing hands up and down your thighs and over your back as he waited for you to adjust to him. He could feel how tight you were around him, the way your muscles clutched at him and held him still. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last long, not after watching his brothers fuck you and the way you had pumped him a few minutes ago.
Getting an idea, he called your name softly. “Can I move you to face everyone?” he asked, hoping you’d say yes. It didn’t matter to him, but he thought it would be amazing for his brothers to see him fuck their little barracks bunny. It sent a prideful burst in his chest, knowing he would be the one to make you cum hard around his cock.
“Yeah… yeah sounds good” you breathed, biting your lip at the thought of them all watching you. Even though they had all been watching you before, it always turned you on to know that they were enjoying their brothers take you apart just as well as they themselves did.
Dogma pulled out, wrapping his arms around your waist and chest before picking you up and spinning you around. Putting you down, he reached back to the pillows and placed them under your chest to keep you propped us and comfortable. But now all of his brothers could see your face change and pleasure wash over you as he fucked your ass.
“Good idea, Dog’ika” Kix beamed at him, wearing fresh blacks as he came into the room from the refresher.
“She looks ready for you, Ori’vod” Tup agreed, sending you a lazy smile from the cuddle pile on Fives’ bed.
Wiggling your ass, you positioned yourself just as you were before. Chest pressed against the bed and ass high in the air for him. Presenting your dripping and ready holes for him.
Cursing softly, Dogma pumped his cock a couple more times before sinking into your tight, lubed up hole. His hands settled on your waist before he was withdrawing his cock, the heavy feel of him dragging out of you before slamming back inside in a hurried thrust. He set a slow, teasing withdrawal before entering you in a quick, rough thrust.
His pace kept you on edge, building the pleasure inside of you and never really being able to keep up with his changing, alternative style.
“Please, Dogma! More!” you begged, reaching for him.
Dogma growled, gripping your wrist and pinning it to the small of your back. Taking your other wrist, he gave it a gentle squeeze before he pulled it alongside your other and enclosed his hand around them both.
“OH! FUCK!” you cried, as the way he pinned you down had him thrusting into you at an entirely different angle. He felt even bigger inside of you as your hips were pushed up to meet his cock as he began pounding into you.
“Damn, she’s enjoying herself vod!” Hardcase leered, watching as your face contorted in pleasure at every thrust into your ass.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh! Dogma!” you panted, wriggling a hand out of his hold and reaching beneath you to circle and play with your throbbing clit.
“That’s it baby, play with yourself while I fuck your ass. Look at you, enjoying having my cock inside of here so much you just had to touch your pretty little clit” Dogma growled out, slamming his hips inside of you as he squeezed your wrist tighter.
“Should spank her a little vod” Fives suggested, watching eagerly as you let out a moan, nodding hurriedly at his words.
“Yes! Do it!” you ordered, feeling more slick leak out of your empty cunt.
Dogma gave you no warning, as he raised his hand high and brought it down on your ass cheek.
Crying out, you clenched tight around his cock, almost making it impossible to move as the burst of pleasure-pain shot through you. It made him feel even bigger inside of your tight hole. Dogma cursed, driving deeper inside of you as he did it again without you needing to ask, swapping between cheeks as he continued to fuck you.
“You close baby? Can feel how tight you got around my cock” Dogma hissed out, jaw clenching at the way his own release was approaching. But he wanted to push you over the edge first, wanted to feel you milk his cock as your own release washed through you.
“Don’t stop! Please! Right there Dogma, don’t stop!” you begged, eyes squeezed shut as the coil in your stomach tightened and tightened with every thrust and brush of your clit. Dogma snarled, smacking your ass once more and dragging his nails down your cheek. That was all it took as you felt yourself fall over the cliff, your pussy clenching around nothing as you came around his cock.
“KRIFF! Baby!” he cried out, slamming into you a few more times before he stilled, releasing his load deep into your ass.
He collapsed against your back, wrapping his arms around you and tilting you to lay on your sides. Sighing softly at his soft touches against your stomach and sides, you leant back into him, eyes slipping closed as you tried to regain your breath.
Dogma nuzzled into your neck, pressing a soft kiss to a bruise that was there before pulling away. You grumbled, missing the heat already. “Sorry baby, but I think the Captain is getting restless. He looks ready to pounce on you” he whispered, keeping his voice low so as to not alert the Captain to his words.
Looking over at Rex, you could see just how focused on you he was, his eyes trained on you, body tense and coiled like he was ready to snap. Deciding to tease him just a little, you let out an exaggerated groan and stretched your body for him to see.
Unfortunately, Rex didn’t even more and you couldn’t help but huff, rolling onto your belly and showing off for him.
“Dangerous game” Dogma warned, pushing himself up and giving your ass one last affectionate squeeze before he headed to the refresher to clean up. “Captain” he murmured, ducking his head in respect as he passed.
“Dogma” Rex replied, before his eyes narrowed on you and you sent him a filthy grin in return. Keeping his face stern, he raised two fingers and curled them, motioning you to come over to him.
Biting your lip, you pushed yourself up from the bed and sauntered over to Rex, making sure to swing your hips. Your body was covered in bites and bruises from his men. It was something that Rex loved to see on you. A kink of his that you and the rest of Torrent Company loved to indulge in. The Captain loved to see just how well his men handled you and how you worshipped the evidence of their claim on you.
“Hey, Captain! Finished the debrief?” you greeted, stopping in between his legs and trailing your fingers through his cropped blonde hair. You raised your hand to cup his cheek, noticing the tiredness in his eyes. Stars! What had happened to him during this deployment? He looked exhausted.
“Thank the Maker, if I have to listen to another complaint about funding again, it’ll be too soon” he huffed, leaning into your soft caresses. He ran his hands up your bare thighs, gripping them slightly before tugging you down into his lap.
“You poor thing, that’s why I didn’t get into politics. If I had to justify sending medical supplies rather than letting troopers die, I think I’d set the Senate on fire” you grinned, unable to help but want to punch the Chancellor in his sleazy, disgusting face.
That got a startled laugh out of Rex as he spread his legs wider, pulling you closer to him. He shook his head, eyes dancing with amusement now, and you returned the easy smile he sent you. “Careful, cyare. I don’t want to have to arrest you for treason” he teased, fingers sliding up your spine to grip the nape of your neck.
Tilting your head down, you rested your heads together and breathed in each others’ air. “You’d enjoy seeing my in cuffs. Probably get Fox to let you into my cell so you could fuck me” you chuckled, feeling his cock twitch underneath you at the idea. You ground down into his bulge, hearing a muffled moan start in his chest before Rex cut it off.
“Could always get my cuffs right now, cyare. Stop you being such a brat tonight” Rex growled against your neck, pressing his teeth playfully into you and causing you to flinch away at how ticklish you could be there.
“Maybe next time. Now I think I want to show my Captain a good time” you smirked, playing with the short hair at the back of his neck and kneading the tense muscles there.
However, Rex just shook his head, kissing the corner of your lips and pulling away as you chased after him for a proper kiss. “Nuh uh, cyare. Do you remember what I said before?” he chided, wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you still, but he kept the one at the nape of your neck, holding you just where he wanted you.
“Rex!” you complained, remembering his promise to look after you if you took care of his men. But you wanted to show him just how much you appreciated him though.
“Ah ah, I made you a promise and I’m a man of my word, cyare” he said firmly, before throwing you on the bed beside him.
You yelped, bouncing slightly against the mattress. Not even having time to let out any argument, Rex was on top of you, spreading your legs around his waist. Even though his waist was very trimmed, the weight of him pressing you into the bed had you feeling fuzzy and hazy as everything disappeared apart from you and Rex.
Grinding down into you, he cupped your cheeks and brought you in for a kiss. It was both loving and filthy, Rex kissing you like he had been waiting for the chance to do so the moment he had left you. Now returned, he wasted no time in teasing at your mouth, nipping slightly at your raised lips before kitten licking the seams of your lips.
Opening up for him, you let out a relieved moan as his tongue pressed against yours. As he played with your mouth, his body rocked forward, grinding against your sensitive core. The rough coarse material of his black felt heavenly as it dragged against your clit. You gasped, bucking into him and grazing your teeth over his bottom lip.
Sliding the hands from around his neck, you trailed them down his muscular, scar ridden chest, feeling the hard, patch of skin that was near the centre of his chest. Giving it one last gentle stroke, you moved your way down his body, making sure your touch was light until it got to the waistline of his blacks.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, Captain” you purred, gliding your hand over the hard on in his blacks and smirked at the wanton groan that Rex let out at the teasing touch. He pressed into your hand, not letting you move away to tease him further.
“Better fix that then” he muttered back, helping you as you pushed his blacks off his waist and down his legs, dragging your feet down to help shove them off him. “That better, cyare?” he asked, nipping at your ear lobe before suckling on it.
Gasping, you arched up into him and nodded, running your hands over him and giving his ass a good squeeze. Rex had an amazing bottom, and you couldn’t help but appreciate it and want to squeeze it all the time.
“Looks like someone got a little desperate while we were away” Rex smirked, as you tilted your head for him to press even more marks down your neck. He gladly pressed his lips to your collarbone, bringing the thin, fragile skin into his mouth and running his tongue over it. He bit down sharply onto it, before lathering it with soothing strokes of his tongue. You were going to have a hell of a bruise there tomorrow. Not that you cared. You revelled in them.
“Missed you” you admitted, pulling him down into your rolling hips. His hard cock brushed against your clit and you whined, ready and waiting for the Captain to fuck you.
Rex moved further down your chest, taking your stiffened peaks into his mouth and giving them all of his attention. He sucked hard, keeping his chest against your lower half to keep you pinned beneath him. His other hand came to play with your other nipple, rolling it in-between his fingers, gently tugging on it and lightly dragging his nail across it.
“Oh, Rex! Fucking hell!” you hissed, legs tightening around him as that little move of his caused more of your juices to slip out of your clenching hole.
Rex pulled off your swollen, spit-covered nipple and sent you a hungry look before swapping sides, paying close attention to the other one. He did the same on that side, making sure to draw out the sweetest noises from you before he was satisfied.
Kneeling up between your legs, he looked down at your glistening body and couldn’t help the wolfish look that spread across his face. It would seem that not a drop of cum was wasted on your body, instead his men preferring to release inside of you. Dragging his hand down your shivering form, he allowed his gaze to lower to the apex of your legs.
Holding back a groan, he couldn’t help but collect some of the cum leaking out of you and push it back inside. It had you groaning at the feeling of his thick, talented fingers entering you but you let him do what he wanted.
“Filled you up nicely, didn’t they, cyare? Didn’t waste any of it on you, we all wanted you to keep it deep inside of you” Rex said filthily, brushing his thumb against the swollen bundle of nerves. Your entrance did look puffy and glistening from the mixture of cum and your own arousal.
Pushing another finger in beside his other two, he crooked them just enough that it had your hips lifting off the bed. “Think you can cum like this for me?” he asked, voice devoid of any judgement or expectation. He really didn’t mind if you could or couldn’t. Rex just wanted to know where you were on your limit, checking in on you in a way that was subtle and maintained the mood, but made you aware that if you wanted to, he’d stop. He’d take you to the refresher, clean you up and wrap you in his arms and hold you as you both slept.
But that wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted Rex. All of him.
“No, want you!” you huffed, reaching for him and finding purchase on his forearm.
“You have me, cyare” he reminded softly, a loving smile spreading over his handsome features.
“No! I want your cock inside of me, please Rex. I want you to fuck me!” you begged, feeling frustrated at the way he was teasing you.
Rex chuckled, pulling his fingers out of you and shuffling forwards. His knees hit the back of your thighs, as his hands came up to lift your hips slightly so that they were in his lap. “Who am I to deny my precious cyare?” he shrugged, winking at you before he was notching the head of his cock at your entrance.
Feeling the slight stretch of him as he ran the tip around your entrance a couple of times, you dug your heels into his calves, rocking your hips in an attempt to do it yourself. If Rex wasn’t going to get his cock inside of you, then you’d do it for him. However, a hand came to settle on your hips, tightening in warning before Rex was pushing in. He didn’t stop until he was all the way in as your inner walls fluttered around him at the intrusion. It felt like he was splitting you open, even after taking his brothers.
The Captain moaned, eyes squeezing shut as he tilted his head back, savouring the feel of you around him. It was a beautiful sight, and it was one that you knew would remain forever seared into your mind. The beautiful, Captain, lost in pleasure, lost in you. Yes, you would never forget this moment.
When he looked back down at you, he began to roll his hips inside of you slowly, letting the heavy feeling of his cock drag in and out. “That’s it cyare, taking me so well. Look at you, you were made for taking me” Rex whispered praise to you as he watched the way your face relaxed, mouth falling open and letting out the noises that he wanted so desperately to hear.
Picking up his pace, Rex gripped your thighs that was around him before pushing them up towards your stomach and to the sides. He leaned even more into you, using the new angle to fuck down into your gaping hole that clutched at his straining cock.
White hot pleasure soared through you at the change of position and you grabbed on tightly to his sides, digging your nails in as you tried to raise to meet his thrusts. But from how he was pinning you down, you could do nothing but lie there and take what the Captain gave you.
Laying his arm across both of your legs, his other hand came to wrap around your throat, not pressing down of squeezing, just remaining there. A reminder of his strength and his control as he continued to pound down into you, drawing out cries of bliss at the way he filled you over and over again.
“Been so good mesh’la, doing everything you were told to do. Such a good girl, cyare” Rex mumbled, pressing a quick nip to your calf before he continued his thrusts.
“Please Rex, please. I need to cum, please make me cum” you begged, already feeling overheated and close to your end just from the way Rex was holding you down and fucking you like he wanted to claim you again.
“Yeah, you want to cum? Bet you can cum like this, huh, cyare” he chuckled darkly, hips slamming into you as you let out a keening cry. “Just cum around my cock like you were made to do. Don’t ever have to think of anything else again, just the way me and my brothers fill you up. Keep you here in our barracks, full of cock and cum and watch as you swell up with all our loads” Rex hissed, jaw fluttering at the way his own control was starting to slip.
It was his words and the sharp twist of his hips as he thrust inside of you that had you screaming out his name. Rex had seem you approaching the cliff and instead of helping you off it, he had took a jet pack to you and thrown you off it. Your whole body tensed, shuddering and holding onto Rex as much as you could. You were distantly aware that you were digging nails into his back, trying to pull him down to you as wave after wave of pleasure rushed over you.
Rex slowed down his thrusts but never stopped, and it had you whining at his touch, everything starting to become too oversensitive.
“Please Rex, I can’t… no more” you whined, already feeling the way your core tightened at another orgasm approached you. Even after all the orgasms that the boys had given you, and the one that Rex had forced out of you, you couldn’t help but want more. And so did Rex.
Rex growled, licking along the marks that were already spread across your neck and collarbone, before he sucked a mark right at the slope of your jaw. Everybody would be able to see it, nobody would need to ask just who was staking his claim on you.
“You can, cyare. One more for me” he encouraged, lifting your legs up higher towards your chest. “You’ve been such a good girl, taking care of my men. Looking after them and making sure they’re satisfied. Want you to feel good too. Will you do this for me? Will you cum on my cock?” Rex praised, lips trailing up your neck before he pressed his lips to yours. It was hardly a kiss, both of you too strung out for that and you almost bent in half, but as you panted into his mouth, you couldn’t help but nod.
“Yes, yes I can do that! Please Rex, please! Feel so good” you begged, clinging onto him and digging your nails into his back. You wanted another release and you wanted to make Rex happy, he deserved all this and more.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought” he grumbled, hooking your legs up onto his shoulders now.
The new position had him driving into you, his thrusts almost pounding you into the shitty GAR mattress. You wailed at the feeling of him hitting you so deep, feel him carving out space for himself inside of your exhausted pussy. Every thrust was sending you close and closer to the edge, and all you could do was hold on and let Rex throw you off it. It felt like you had never really came down from your last orgasm with him, instead Rex was drawing it out into a long, intense one that had you seeing stars.
“Cum for me, cyare” Rex demanded, slamming his hips hard into you. One of his arms wrapped around your legs, pinning them to his chest while the other reached in between you and rubbed at your clit. It took barely the brush of his fingertips before Rex was cursing as you tightened around him, hips faltering as he was pushed over the edge as well, his hot heat flooding you.
Rex released your legs, helping to settle them back down on the mattress. You whimpered at the way the movement caused his softening cock to twitch inside of you with a final spurt. He was breathing heavily as he massaged your hips and thighs, understanding that you were probably feeling the strain from the positions he had put you in.
His soft touch had you sighing, drawing him into your chest and wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you just held him. Rex was content with that as well, letting himself relax against your chest. It felt so good to be in your arms once more and be held against your beautiful soft curves. It felt like he was exactly where he belonged after this tough deployment. And that was right by your side.
Closing your eyes, you grimaced at the way his cock slipped out of you, followed by a rush of his cum that leaked down your thighs onto the sheets beneath you. They would have to be cleaned up before you went to sleep, but at the moment you were too tired to even move. The 501st had fucked you silly, leaving you unable to do anything at the moment but soak in how happy and sated you felt.
Rex must feel the same because he gave an approving little growl before wrapping himself tighter around you, burying his head into your neck and taking in deep soothing breaths. Nothing had to be said between the pair of you, both of you were happy in the relative peace and quiet of the barracks. Sure you could hear the troopers moving around you, but you refused to open your eyes and acknowledge the wider world at the moment. All you wanted to do was stroke your fingers over Rex’s cropped blonde hair and trace patterns over his back and shoulder blades.
Rex had other ideas though.
“Come on, cyare” Rex mumbled into your neck, hands tightening around you like he was going to pick you up. You let out a noise of exhaustion and annoyance, not wanting to move from your comfy spot in the Captain’s arms.
“Bath is all ready and waiting for you, sir” Tup nodded, standing next to the bunk.
A bath? Well that didn’t sound too bad, as long as Rex got to join you in it. Peeking at the trooper in front of you, he sent you a playful grin before helping steady you as Rex got you both up.
“Thanks, Tup. Come on cyare, let’s go get you cleaned up” Rex murmured, voice deep and smooth. He chuckled slightly as you leaned into him, content to just close your eyes and rest against his strong body.
“Stay with me?” you asked quietly.
“Course I will, cyare. Wrap your arms around my neck, that’s a good girl. Gonna pick you up now” Rex told you, slipping his hands across your back and one going underneath your knees. He lifted you up, keeping you close to his chest as he carried you across the barracks into the refresher.
The scent of lavender and something woody had you relaxing even further into Rex’s arms. The boys had obviously been busy while Rex took you apart. Next to the bath was plates of fruits, nuts and snacks that you could eat. There was a couple bottles of water and on the rack opposite, towels were already getting warmed up for you.
Sighing, you couldn’t help but want to sink into the hot water and just let go of everything.
“I know sweetheart, we’re going to get you in there in a sec. Hold on” Rex soothed, pressing kisses along your hairline. He stopped before the bath, putting you down on your own unsteady feet.
Warm hands settled on your waist to keep you upright, and you turned to see the playful smile of Fives as he held you to him. He muttered a sweet greeting before he waited as the Captain got into the bath, sitting himself down and getting comfortable. Rex nodded at Fives and held out a hand for you.
“There you go, Princess. Hold onto Rex” Fives mumbled, helping you to step into the bath and sink into the warm water. Once you were settled in between Rex’s legs and had let out a sigh of relief at the warm water soothing your aching muscles, Fives gave your head a quick kiss before leaving you both alone.
Rex hummed a soft tune as he grabbed a wash cloth and lathered it up in your favourite soap, dragging it across your neck and down your shoulders, until he reached your hand. He took it in his own, before gently washing every part of your hand in loving strokes.
The same was done for your chest as you leaned back into him, sighing as he lathered you up in soap suds. His touches were so gentle, so reverent as he washed you, making sure you were comfortable against him. The soothing tone he was humming also helped, and you could feel your eyes slipping closed at the warm water, his gentle touches as he cleaned you and the soft vibrations and sound of Rex’s humming.
You must have dozed off briefly before Rex was shaking you awake, an adoring smile on his face as he cupped your face to look at him. “Wake up, sleepy head. You’re all clean, but you should probably eat and drink something before we get out. I personally don’t really want to move just yet, I’m happy where I am” Rex said, voice lowering conspiratorially at the end.
Giggling, you shook your head, leaning in to rest your head against his. “I don’t want to move either. You’re nice and warm and soft” you admitted, happy to just be in Rex’s arms.
Rex nodded in agreement, but sat up slightly so he could grab at the pieces of food that was on the side of the bath. As you went to take it out of his hand, he shook his head, a mischievous look on his face. “Open up, cyare” he instructed, pressing the food to your lips.
Letting out a soft huff of pleasure at getting hand fed by your beautiful, wonderful Captain, you did as you were told. Rex enjoyed taking care of you, adoring the aftercare part more than any of his brothers apart from maybe Kix. He voiced his approval at the way you rested back into his chest, content to let him hand feed you and encouraged you to drink the bottles of water.
When the water ran cool, he helped you up and out of the bath, hurrying to wrap you in the warm towels that was on the rack. He dried you off, making sure you were comfortable before roughly rubbing his towel over himself in military precision. Sometimes you forgot that your troopers had been trained for the harshness of life. They didn’t often get to enjoy something as simple as a long bath and a warm towel.
“Here, put these on cyare. Hardcase left them out for you” Rex murmured, helping you into a set of blacks that had also been warming.
It felt lovely being encompassed by the wonderful heat and smells of the Torrent boys. All of them took such good care of you. Even after one on one with a trooper, they always made sure to look after you and give you aftercare. It was an important part of your relationship with them.
“Whose bunk are you sleeping in tonight?” Rex asked, taking your hand and leading you back to the barrack room. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you wondered who it would be tonight. You had promised you would braid Tup’s hair for him before sleep.
However, a small cough interrupted you both and your attention snapped to Hardcase who was blocking your way out of the refresher.
“No need to worry about that, sweetheart. Come and see” he encouraged, taking your other hand and guiding you all out into the sleeping quarters.
Although, it couldn’t be called sleeping quarters, as all of the bunks had been pushed to the side of the room. Their mattresses and bedding was all stripped off and piled into the middle of the room in a lovely looking pile. Already Jesse and Dogma was lying down on it, talking quietly between themselves. Kix was helping to braid Tup’s hair for him, grinning softly as he listened to his vod’ika tell him something. Fives was plumping up a number of pillows and arranging blankets in the middle of the mattresses so that you could be comfortable.
They were all going to sleep with you. It would be perfect, all of them just piling around and sleeping next to you and on top of each other. It would be so warm and cosy, just what you needed – and you suspected they did too after this deployment.
“What do you think, love?” Fives called, noticing you stopping at the edge of the beds. The others waited with baited breath for your reaction.
“It’s perfect!”
You couldn’t help the way you dived in after that, getting yourself comfortable as all of your troopers settled down around you, all of them touching you in one way or another. It felt amazing to be surrounded by them, knowing that they were all safe and well and that they loved you just as much as you loved them. Yes, it was perfect. And you didn’t want anything to change.
